An Update

Well, there has been something of a gap in this narrative so I suppose I should fill in the spaces and update the account. First of all, an excuse. After being away and offline I came home with a raging virus and promptly lost my voice for a week. I was devoid of sound and could only whisper. What to make of that? How symbolic that my own right to speak was eroded just as the physical apparatus cracked up – you couldn’t make it up. I couldn’t argue, go to the solicitors or do anything and I remained mute for all of the Easter break. In between, I fevered and sweated and then developed a reaction to my antibiotics so that my skin started to crawl. How the fates conspire against us!

So, where have we got to? James the b/f now appears to be an item in our lives. Jessica pops off to Anita’s to spend the night with him while I have the kids at home. They have only managed a couple of nights and we are all dreadfully civilised about it.

You need updating about Harriet. The b/f has, Jessica’s story, had a long talk with her and they have agreed that they have fallen out of love. The saintly Harriet wishes him well - blah blah – and quite unlike the reaction of shithead Jim (the clear implication). Funnily enough, Diane next door added a footnote to this saying that Harriet was a good deal less saintly on the following day but I can’t vouch for that!

Where next? I still feel that I have to act. If I sit back, doormat style, I think it will be a week away next, perhaps a holiday with the kids, then the house move – all with me as the dumb (literally recently) onlooker. Of course, if I act, then I am the shit but I may have to take that. I don’t know!