bombshell

I got home on Thursday and Mat offered to make me a cup of tea. I should have known something was up. ‘Amanda’s asked me to move in with her’, he said. ‘And I’ve said yes.’ ‘If she asked you to jump off a cliff would you say yes to that?’ Actually, I didn’t say that, not thinking of it at the time.

The upshot is, we have a room going spare if anyone is interested. Obviously, when I say anyone I don’t mean just anyone. Hannah has expressed an interest, which is a great idea, in principle. Just as long as it never actually happens.

People ask, do I resent Mat’s precipitate departure from the house. I reply: ‘He’s going to be with the woman he loves. Of course I resent it.’ It isn’t like he’s broke or something (well, actually, it is); then my resentment would be tempered by sympathy (or something similiar like, I don't know, amusement). But oh no: he’s found love! Why not just grind our faces into the dirt while you’re about it?

Last night I dreamed that Andrew Lloyd Webber moved in with us.