G:"I really miss our quiet time."

S:"Understandable."

Now, for the the internal voice;

S:"Are you fucking kidding! You've just spent twenty minutes crapping on about work! I've had two beers and three cigarettes trying to get all that shit out of my head! Fucking honestly. You still don't get it. My dog was smarter than that."

I find it interesting, in the three or so months we were together all I really had to blog about was this.

Harold was funny about it all this week. He has known G for a while and has recently starting describing her as rubenesque. That is uncharacteristically kind of him. He did carry on with some tales outlining unsavoury conversations with G. Not my problem anymore? Harold continued by designing a romance plan for snorks. I'll get right on to that. Right.

It seems that moving in with Stringer was his idea, and she says she is not keen. Just another line?

One unforeseen difficulty is that my friends seem to be snobbing G. That was a surprise, but again, not my problem.