Eva has gone on a "girls holiday" with her best friend. They missed their plane and have spent about four hours trying to find their hotel. When she's away I always slip into old habits. Bad habits like listening to music you wouldn't normally own up to, keeping your shoes on in the house and eating rubbish.
Jesus, I still love Pink Floyd. It's nearly as bad as Queen, but not as bad as the Smiths. But not a good as Boney M.
In six days time, when she comes home I will of course deny it. I will deny it all. And the place will be spotless.
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