Can anyone tell me why Sting would be sitting in Tinderbox in the Merchant city this morning at 9am? I looked at him twice and he looked at me. I’m so sure it was him. Could I be imagining things because it’s been a hectic week? Please comment on this blog to let me know if it could (even the slightest chance) be true!
Thanks, Kay x
(Or was it the Portugese Tart Police keeoing an eye on me??!!)
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