Tuesday, December 11, 2007

C'est Fin

It's over, I came home and made a cup of tea and T.P. said she wanted to be single. I'm not surprised as it was clear something like this was coming but it still knocks a chap for six a bit.

I've asked her to move out for a few days. I have got a book to finish and if we aren't under each others feet, let alone in the same bed then things will have a better chance of being resolved in a amicable way. I'm already wondering if I can afford to keep this flat on my own.

It's a bit of a shame, she was the only woman to ever meet my father but it is probably for the best.

This is turning out to be quite a week, and once I finish writing this it's back to writing about gambling.


piqued said...

You are the luckiest fellow I've ever known, really...

Hang on, I mean that the other way round

At least you can focus on your writing without impunity, chin up, sir

Louche said...

Indeed, this is a real spark of good fortune...