Without meaning to be sentimental on a semi-public forum, she does get taken for granted by pretty much everyone around her, particularly me.
By my reckoning it's been three years since she last left me a little note on the kitchen table telling me I'm a fat twatting loser, when I'm fairly sure I've been a fat twatting loser all of that time, which shows remarkable fortitude on her part, I know you all agree.
Anyway, I'm off to get drunk for a couple of days...
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About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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