When did lovers get to be like buses: you wait around for ages and then suddenly the bed's full?I started seeing someone, he's not my boyfriend..... I'm not ready to use the B-word yet ..... he's my Special Friend. Now I know you don't get to a certain age without a bit of baggage ...... or else you'd be weird..... and frankly in the Louis Vuitton department I'm doing pretty well myself. However, there's the past and the present and the stuff that just won't go away. So just when I thought I'd let it go, moved on, opened myself to the bounty of the universe........ the Most Recent Ex started turning up: at the restaurant, in the cinema, Tate Modern, catching my eye while I'm trying to be fabulous and flirtatious, smiling at me, leaning over and whispering in my ear:
"Remember when we came here?"
It's quite annoying.
"Remember how much more fun we had? What laughs. Does he make you laugh? He doesn't really make you laugh does he?"
I've asked him to stop obviously, to please leave me alone, to go mess about in somebody else's head. But he isn't listening. Then he showed up in the bedroom, just sat in the corner at first .....which is never helpful ...... but that wasn't enough:
"Budge up, move over, room for one more. It's freezing out here. You don't really like this bloke anyway, do you?"
Mind you there isn't much room for him in the bed as it happens, not with my Special Friend, his ex-wife, estranged wife, his six kids and his ex-lover.......
And not a lot of laughs.
Top tip: It's an old one but worth remembering: Carpe Diem!!