Lonely Hearts · Ref. 0094
Forty-seven, and I have reached the stage of life where I buy a bag of salad every Sunday as a promise to a better man, and throw it away every Thursday on his behalf.
Two more from this week
- I keep the village hall chairs stacked in the order the hall prefers, which is not the order anyone else uses, and I have never once been asked how I know. Companionship considered.Ref. 0095
- Reinstalled the app on Tuesday. Told the cat it was for the recipes. There are no recipes on it. There have never been recipes on it. Gareth has stopped making eye contact with me.Ref. 0085