You see this is what I miss.
Classic windswept, never-heard-of-hair-products, just-thrown-on-the-first-clothes-that-I could-find Benny.
Maybe I just like my men a bit dishevelled, but he’s gone a bit male-groomed and shiny for me at the moment.
So please Benny, throw away the hair products, bring back the charity shop clothes and start looking like yourself again.
Maybe I could just take him camping for the weekend. That could work. Nobody can look glamorous camping - right?
Can’t take a chance that one day, in one spot, somewhere, an exit might appear. We can’t give up. Ever.