Dumped

Despite the double bank holiday and clement weather my mood hasn't lifted since Meryl decided to give me the old heave ho. Yes folks I find myself single and searching for love yet again. I feel like someone has vomited in my Bag for Life and neglected to tell me until I reach the supermarket check out. Why did she end it? Well she said it never started, that I was kidding myself that we were a couple and that I needed to 'get a grip'. That was after I had serenaded her in the park with a bunch of roses and the backing of busker friend. here's me thinking women liked that sort of thing but she just looked awkward, especially as I sang 'I love you, I love you, I love you. More than words can say. I love you more each day.' After such a public dumping I confided in my daughter who said that Meryl wasn't worth my anguish and suggested I find someone who is a little more tactile than the ice maiden who has slung me aside like a pair of ill fitting sandals.