Given your absence I can only postulate that things like
work, young children and life in general are all demanding your time – either that
or you’ve buggered off to the Maldives for three weeks and kept it from me. I miss you when you’re not here, and you know
how much I hate to talk about myself…
I have decided that tomorrow I will buy a Mother’s Day card
for the person in question; always a difficult task for a misomater. Do I assuage my own feelings of guilt by
getting her the prettiest card containing the most genuine message, or do
I adopt an insouciant attitude towards the whole thing with a cheap and meaningless
token gesture? Decisions, decisions…
Matricidal fantasies aside, I currently have very little to
gripe about. Your previous advice has
been heeded and I am doing my utmost to enjoy whatever time I am able to share
with The Man. I find his company
fulfilling in many different ways. I
like him – a lot.
I never thought I’d see the day when Justin Timberlake’s standing in
my wank bank was rescinded, but given current levels of gratification his position is now somewhat redundant. When I
mailed him to tell him so he took it badly, but that’s Aquarian ego for you… He’ll get over me.
Frankie
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