Words fail me. The start of the piece:
A wheelchair-bound pensioner who married a Tunisian toyboy 36 years her junior has spoken of her heartbreak after he left her after just a fortnight of married life in Britain.
Patricia Hancocks, 64, met Mondher Mezni, when he was 26 on an online dating website and believed at last she had met ‘the One’ – but now fears he ‘only married me for a visa’.
The couple enjoyed a whirlwind romance and got engaged after just 19 days together, on Ms Hancocks’ second holiday to Tunisia to visit her toyboy.
They married in north Africa in November 2012 in a lavish ceremony, which included the ceremonial slaughter of a sheep, and she paid for it by living on toast and butter.
After a brief honeymoon they spent eight months apart while the twice-married retired cleaner secured him a visa.
Mr Mezni, now 29, moved to her home in Leicester where he stayed at home to cook, clean and care for his new wife before he suddenly fled a fortnight later.
Being human, I guess we could all be victims of scams like this. The next time a 20-something lingerie model starts chatting me up in my local JD Wetherspoon public house, The Pilgrim’s Progress in Bedford – outstanding real ale at £2.29 per pint, 10% discount on Mondays – I shall be on my guard.