Much like you, I've got a lot to complain about, like open toe sandals.

Who thought that was a good idea? Who wants to look at toes? Adults who drink squash?

Listen, you're a fully grown person. But I just got my Sky TV and broadband and I've got no complaints.

Sky has the lowest number of complaints made to off-com for pay TV and fixed line broadband.

To find out more, visit offcom.org.uk. We're happy because you're happy.

Oh, Angon, though. Noisietz, they're annoying. Sky, believe in better.

See you soon. That's what my fiancee Mandy said before she left for work that Tuesday morning.

I never saw her again. I didn't know that it was even possible for a 27-year-old woman to have a heart attack,

but the doctors told me that one in five cardiac events happens to people under the age of 40.

If only Mandy had been walking down a busier street instead of a shady alley that she took to work,

if only she'd been able to get her phone out of her pocket to call for help.

They phoned me. Those words felt tattooed on my brain.

We've been planning to open a bakery in November, but I couldn't manage it without her.

And besides, like most things that reminded me of Mandy, our business idea now left a bitter taste

to my mouth. Without realizing it, I transformed my apartment into a sort of shrine to our relationship.

I spent my days working grueling 10-hour shifts as a package handler.

And when I returned home, I wallowed in Mandy's photos, clothing, books, and records.

I'd watch her favorite movies with a tall drink in hand,

sipping until my mind drifted off far away, granted me a sort of ecstasy to oblivion.

Two years of my life passed by that way. Like, booze poured into a bottleless pit.

Wasn't until I met Christina that things began to change.

Well, for starters, she got me out of my apartment and away from the bottle.

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