Arrived home an hour ago soaked to the skin, currently wrapped up in my favourite velour jumper and indulging in a hefty slice of lemon sponge pudding with hot fudge sauce. Its comfort all the way this evening. My Ex would be verbally castrating me right now should we still be living together, harping on about my fleshy thighs and stomach. Whipping my pudding away and replacing it with three rice cakes lightly smothered with nut butter. The woman was darn crazy! I imagine Tony McNamara is over at hers this evening ransacking the cupboards for a morsal of sugar whilst she takes a cold shower before donning her floor length nightie and slippers. It makes me feel glad to be alone.
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