SNAP HAPPY
Pouring steaming gravy over crispy roast potatoes, my mouth watered.
‘This looks delicious,’ I smiled to my girlfriend Amy, 23.
It was November 2017, and Amy had been slaving away in the kitchen, whipping up a spectacular Sunday roast.
‘So how was the game?’ she asked, plunging her fork into a carrot.
‘Really good,’ I smiled. That morning, I’d been at rugby practice.
A group of us lads would get together twice a week for a game, and it was a great way to blow off some steam and take a break from my job as a scaffolder.
With an active
