A low, guttural GROAN.
Morning, shaggers! I’ve just been for a dip in the North Sea. Absolutely Baltic. Me bits have retreated so far inside me, I think I’ve become a woman. Anyway, recap: Marnie got her lad out, Sophie cried in a bin, and I definitely snogged someone’s dad. Geordie Shore
The Stairs.
pours vodka on her bacon sandwich and eats it. A low, guttural GROAN
(Mumbling, not awake) Don’t… touch… me… lashes… guttural GROAN. Morning