I have had enough

You can craft a kiss-off letter like nobody else. Sad, though. It all made for such succulent blog posts. The quiet life might be more to your liking but as an audience member, I can’t say I approve of this long-expected development.

Oh don’t worry – if all else fails there’s the acute financial problems to go back to.

Ah… twenty-five past four. Time for some disco!

Hello sailor.

I saw it coming long ago. You knew this would be the outcome of the story.

But you made it clear to her in the past and she was warned. What a pity it didn’t happen earlier. It would have saved you lots of tears and arguments. I really hope life becomes more relaxed for the two of you and don’t doubt that you will still be offering excellent posts to your followers.

Be safe.

Oh at last! I gave that nasty bouncer a rollicking and told him you’re on the guest list.

The “relationship” with Trina has only ever existed in her head. I hope this finally draws a line under everything and yes — a period of calm will now ensue.

Nice to see you back here Leni.

My pleasure, Looby. It’s always great to visit you.

I hope you soon find your nirvana.

Just did the Big Personality Quiz and apparently I could be 3% happier living in the Ribble Valley. But I fucking hate rain so I’m staying here.

You certainly don’t live in Lancashire for the weather. It doesn’t even rain properly here – it just drizzles and drizzles for hours and days on end. I liked it when I lived in Madeira. The rain came down like it was being poured from a giant bucket. Then it went away and the sun came out.

You may think you’re done, but she’s not… be prepared for some hysterics should you happen across each other in the future. She’s not going to let you be in peace until she falls for someone else. i almost feel sorry for her, but you’ve repeatedly told her to lay off the drama and she simply can’t…

Fuck…. Daisy — you are so right. I don’t think it’s the end of it by any stretch of the imagination. It’s going to run and run until she sees me happily enjoying myself with someone else in a way that she can’t offer me. Only then will she realise and back off.

She says she’s in love with me — well that puts me off for a start. What that actually means is “I would like you to tie yourself into a set of conventions of social behaviour, chief of which is sexual fidelity.” Fuck that. And saying you love someone to someone else is to volunteer yourself to a prison sentence. No fucking way.

She’s in love with her idea of you.

If you tell her where you will be on Saturday, she will follow you around like a lost puppy. Maybe you could find someone for her to hook up with. Perhaps better than being cruel to be kind.

I don’t want to be cruel to anyone — and certainly not Trina but yes, it’d be such a relief and a delight to me for her to meet someone who can say and do all the conventional things she expects.

But you would not believe though Lena, how all but impossible it is to meet single, nice, people of a similar age in Lancaster. Eliminate the lunatics, the ones looking for a social worker and not a lover, the already married or partnered, and the pool of available partners here is virtually non-existent.

I presume that you tried to break up the nicest way possible and avoid cruelty. But sometimes exes find it hard to come to terms with reality and if you break up only to get back together a week later, then you are setting a dangerous precedence.

I don’t think it’s Lancaster, Looby. The older we get, the more difficult it becomes to meet new people. We can sometimes find ourselves becoming a bit more reserved, choosier, pickier and a little less open to change. And that’s fine because as adults, we know quite well what we want and what we don’t want. It happens everywhere.

Leni (not Lena).

Sorry about the typo in your name Leni.

I’ve tried breaking it off over and over again and she doesn’t listen. She doesn’t want to hear it. I had to escalate it to this nuclear level to get anything moving.

And I suppose you’re right about getting more fussy as wel get older. I certainly think I put the effort it though, and that won’t stop. I’m not tired of the game yet, even though the results are so poor.

It’s never too early for disco.

I’m with Daisy… in the words of another Terminator… “She’ll be back” If only cos she thinks that is how it should be

GB – I don’t like it for breakfast but apart from that you’re right.

F – she will be. Her own life isn’t enough so she has to leech off mine.

Hey. Wake up. Easter is over.

I’ve not risen yet.

Wake up, you sleepyhead. Your readers are waiting to hear from you.