have been thinking about my ex this past week.
he's diabetic, and was already in bad shape when we got together last march. he had told me about how he had problems with his feet and blinkers, yet he continued quaffing and smoking like there's no tomorrow.
though he's made himself out to be a massive tosser by doing a runner - without even offering an explanation as to why he wanted out - i have to say that he's one of the most kindhearted persons i've ever known. such that everyone at the local thought i was lucky enough to land him.
eh wot, not the other way round?
oh, and he wasn't even keen in bonking other wee island cheapslag's who tried hard to catch his eye. what more can a bird ask for, eh? the last time i heard of him was that he returned to the UK for good back in late september. something which i didn't quite expect as he'd talked about staying put.
well, he turns 34 today. happy birthday, P and many thanks for the memories.
as enscribed by the letter b @ December 30, 2004 07:15 AM