Awful week. Had Simone Loving not posted a rather revealing profile pic online I would have taken to my bed indefinitely. Yesterday I went to see my daughter Louise and her boyfriend Pierre off at the station before they embarked on their inter-rail adventure. Negotiating the time off work was a logistical nightmare, my team leader was reluctant to grant me the hour required as she currently maintains that I am 'shirking responsibility' and loading too much work onto Mandy, our insanely happy and keen volunteer. Nevertheless I cried sick, which meant I left the office late and arrived at the station in a fluster. Thankfully my daughter was waiting patiently with my bitter Ex who met me with a barbed greeting. I told her that a 'sharp tongue is no indication of a keen mind' (one I had prepared earlier) but she pointed her beaky nose in the air and turned to look for her new partner. Louise had prepped me the night before, telling me on the phone that I needed to be aware my Ex would be bringing her new beau. I kept my cool for Louise's sake until my he emerged from the train station toilets with a wild man's swagger. It was none other than my now old mucker Tony flamin' McNamara. He who romanced the evil sister in stitch, Mrs Nesbitt. I was totally aghast and felt like decanting a full bottle of mouthwash over both of them. I had mouthwash, toothpaste and birth control to hand as part of Louise's going away gift from me, a handy bathroom pack. Then I took three deep breaths, thought of Simone Loving in her string bikini, gave Louise her gift, Pierre a handshake and calmly walked away.
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