So there I was surrounded by my friends and all ready for my happy ever after. At least that’s how I pictured it. The reality was much more single. Oh, fuck off.
Still not to dwell on the negatives, many positives to note. I’m absolutely loving my new life. have tough job as producer of new program. And maintain good relationship with ex. And my love life is showing signs of improvement. Aside from one tiny development, everything is completely under control. Sort of.
Dear diary, it’s a sort of funny story. A few months ago I met Jack.
I’m looking for someone dynamic to lead. Any volunteers? Do you need the bathroom, Bridget?
How are you? Very well, thanks. How are you? I’m fine. Glass of wine. Can I have a whisky, please.Big glass.Double.
So it lasted six hours. What lasted six hours? The puppet show that auntie Bridge went to.
And then the next week Mark, my ex and I, had similar relations. But I can’t go back and keep making the same mistakes, when I can make new ones.
Let’s have a look at you. Aah.
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