You are not going to get away...

Before going to art college, I went to a party where I sat next to a beautiful girl. We discussed colleges we were going to, I, to Sheffield, her to Leeds. I never went to Sheffield but Newcastle upon Tyne instead. My grant was delayed for six weeks in term 1 because someone else's name had been put on it. At half term I wanted to move to a new flat, so I asked people on my fine art course if they knew of one. Frances was moving out of her share so I went round to look at it. There was the girl from the party, who had not gone to Leeds and whose name was the one on my grant cheque. She still controls my money and is the mother of our (now adult) children.