To a restaurant in Peckham, where a TES journalist is entertaining a contact, a local primary head and mother-of-three, on the only date they can both manage...the evening of February 14.
Our intrepid pair (both women) chat about educational policy while ploughing happily through an aphrodisiac menu, surrounded by lovers, and are even presented with red roses by the chef.
Business over, the head gives the journalist a lift home. Her final words, uttered with a grin from the car: "That was a lovely evening...but I'm not snogging you."
Our journalist has one worry: "The expenses department is never going to believe this one."
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