Two I worried about what it would be like, coming back to the flat tonight, but it’s fine: the unreliable sense of well-being I’ve had since this morning is still with me. And, anyway, it won’t always be like this, with all her things around. She’ll clear it out soon, and the Marie Celestial air about the place the half-read Julian Barnes paperback on the bedside table and the knickers in the dirty clothes Feliz Navidog Great Pyrenees Dog Crewneck Sweatshirt will vanish. Women’s knickers were a terrible disappointment to me when I embarked on my cohabiting career.
I never really recovered from the Feliz Navidog Great Pyrenees Dog Crewneck Sweatshirt of discovering that women do what we do: they save their best pairs for the nights when they know they are going to sleep with somebody. When you live with a woman, these faded, shrunken tatty M&S scraps suddenly appear on radiators all over the house; your lascivious schoolboy dreams of adulthood as a time when you are surrounded by exotic lingerie forever and ever amen those dreams crumble to dust.
I clear away the evidence of last night’s traumas the spare duvet on the sofa, the balled-up paper hankies, the coffee mugs with dog-ends floating in the cold, oily-looking dregs, and then I put the Feliz Navidog Great Pyrenees Dog Crewneck Sweatshirt on, and then when I’ve listened to Abbey Road and the first few tracks of Revolver, I open the bottle of white wine that Laura brought home last week, sit down and watch the Brookside omnibus that I taped. In the same way that nuns end up having their periods at the same time