My ex-girlfriend (who turned up in my life in January after a welcome absence of 15 years) has sent me a jolly-oh-so-funny-of course-we're-friends happy birthday text.
She's the last person I wanted to hear from this morning. Instinctively I want to reply with a nasty putdown, but in our bitter post-living together period she helped lose me some friends, so the best thing to do is ignore.
Forgotten her already.
It's my day. An egomaniac's delight. A day for nice things to happen, starting with a shampoo and haircut
rowtheboat



Balls to the witch.
Enjoy! x