This past few days I have met up with three old blasts from the past to find they have all got divorced. I went to see my friend Diane from studio days. After twenty something years of marriage her husband upped and offed declaring he no longer fancied her. I thought she and Dennis were forever. I liked them both so much and I mind that they are no longer together. She looked quite lovely and I really hope there is someone else for her - she deserves to be happy.
Mr Smith left me a cryptic note - meet me under Whistlejacket in the NG. I went to the National Gallery and stood under the mighty horse admiringly. Mr Smith turned up late but at least he did turn up and hadn't run off to meet someone else. We said hello to Madame Moitessier sporting the curtains - you can buy a Mme Moitessier shopping trolly in the gift shop. We didn't. We then went to meet some friends at Champagne Charlie's - actually about forty friends for a fabulous evening. One person we hadn't seen for over 20 years was our best man - now divorced. Actually, we did think that might happen as his wife was horrid.
During the week I met a chap I hadn't seen for over three years and guess what? He's divorced. Gosh, with all these desirable men around (they are all extremely attractive) I must try to concentrate on the domestic bliss of home i.e. make a chicken stew and tumble dry the towels so Mr Smith doesn't divorce me.
On Thursday I am off to a funeral. Not mine ... as far as I'm aware.
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