Date: 7/2/2020
By amandalyle
I was watching this scene as through I were inside it, but invisible. I was in this hotel room. Eamon Holmes had fallen asleep on this sofa and his wife, Ruth Langford, was in bed with another man, dressed in a flimsy lace number and stockings. I felt a bit sick in my stomach and anxious that her husband was going to wake up any second. She started straddling this random guy, but - sure enough - the bed started to creak and Eamon began to stir. “Shit!” I thought, wanting and not wanting to cover my eyes all at once. “It’s not what it looks like!” Ruth stated, a little flustered. Eamon shrugged his shoulders and fell back to sleep.