Terry is back from holiday. Heidi is back, clinging to him like a fucking rash. The day started well when I came home and was locked out of my own fucking house! Key still in the damn door.
Let’s hope it gets better between now and the day he moves out, which I assume will be the 31st July.
Heading out in a bit for a pub lunch with Sarah and her Dad, then on to her Mother’s for the evening. Feeling lethargic and not in a conversational mood. Let’s hope time flies.