Taken When Jonty Didn’t Know I Was Coming Home

Am I surprised? No I am not.

I left him for one day and he brought a strange women into our home and our bed! That bed should be sacrosanct. I’ve only ever been in that bed with Jonty.

Well, apart from when Maxie’s had to comfort me, which is normally only because I’ve been traumatised by something Jonty’s done.

I don’t know what he thought he was doing with that strumpet and I don’t know why he looks so pleased with himself. He said she’s a friend, like Maxie. I think he was trying to make a point though I don’t know what about.

That’s Jonty’s problem he’s never clear about things.

I wish Maxie was here, he’d know what to do. He’d probably help me relax with a Row Hip Knoll coffee – which I’ve looked for in Sainsbury’s but can’t for the life of me find.

Then again, that Row Hip Knoll coffee I had last night must have some funny side effects, because my bottom really hurt when I woke up this morning.

I’m going back to London I don’t care if I do miss my Tunisian crochet class, Maxie says he’s got a one armed, lesbian friend that runs a battered women’s refuge, I might stay there for awhile. At least they’ll understand me.

Not that it even matters but Jonty is wearing nothing but a stetson. God I hate him and his selfishness.

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