Mid-Wife Crisis

My Dear Fellows and Dear Princess Normal,

Today I had a bit of a preview of what life will be like post-Lemon. She is not in this week and so all day I had to endure dull chat about sick children and curtains.

Shoot me now.

I got home and Caro told me that a couple we know have split up. They were just lovely together and we really liked them, but the husband is deep into a mid-life crisis. He has hooked up with a younger woman and taken up yoga.

I'm not judgy about these things. So go ahead and yoga if you want, but the sad thing is that he has also taken up arseholery. From the friendly, funny chap we once knew, it sounds like he has turned into an absolute DICK. 

"I'm so glad you've never had a mid-life crisis," said Caro to me. 

I had to correct her on this. "I did have one. It was YOU," I told her. 

It's true. Although I never got the chance to cheat on my first wife and go nobbing about, it is only because first wife effing well effed off before I got the chance. So I got to go out on the ran-dan with a clear conscience.

"And THEN we went around the world. And THEN you moved countries!" said Caro. 

"EXACTLY," I told her. "That's me. Done. No more change."

And NO fecking yoga, neither.

S.