Archives for: "August 2019"
I blow a fuse
Me and Hayley got ourselves in a tangle over the room we were supposed to move into today. A skein of text messages from her about complicated lines of credit, thickened until I gave up trying to unravel it. I just assumed we were splitting everything… more »
Blood claat
Hayley's done all the running in finding us a new place; and as I felt a sigh coming on in the pub when she asked me to walk her part of the way home, I gave myself a big slap round the face and stopped that resentful breath coming out. It's my sex that… more »
Babies wearing ear defenders
I feel like I'm on a production line, metro-boulot-dodo; I've also had to prise some distance from Hayley. I have hardly any time to myself now and I'm losing my generally sunny disposition. I'm colonised -- by work and, at times, Hayley. I have… more »
Annual Report
A year ago today I moved to Bristol. Three jobs, one resignation and one dismissal in ignominious circumstances; one night of sex with a much younger very attractive woman; and one hernia gained after over-exercising in the park with a friendly black… more »
I wear women's knickers in Brittany
I spent much of the time in France wearing women's knickers, since I left my bag containing all my clothes and books on the train when we had to change at Wigan. Kirsty lent me hers, their firm support prettily counterposed with a little bow at their… more »
