What a Sunday!

What a Sunday. Jayne and I supposed to be just going out for a nice birdwatching walk and it was supposed to be all lovely and okay...however when sitting in the pub just before the walk, which incidently was now relegated to a quicker walk around Rye Meads when a message came through to both of us from Lorraine asking if we had been out to The Railway. This annoyed Jayne and after a while she replied and told her that she knew the answer to that question...this then started lots of texts from Lorraine basically saying that she had been excluded from stuff we do and how hurt she felt.

This was all rather sad although to be honest not entirely unexpecteded. We do need to get together and have a proper chat. Our friendship has changed and I hope we can hang on to it but in a more adult way than we did with Jackie.

I think Jayne and I see more of each other just because we are available and our life styles are very similar, both unhappily married etc etc. Whereas Lorraine has all her family commitments which is fine. The other thing is that it quite often feels that Lorraine does not want to do what we want to do which is also understandable and also she has other friends with Jo etc which is also fine...I just hope we can sort this out and quickly. I don't want to lose Lorraine as a good and close friend but she is right to bring it to the open as things have not been completely right for a while really. Possibly since Prague even when Jayne and I had the row which was not really between Jayne and I but rather Lorraine and I who were both trying to gain control etc...ahh complications.

Anyway I came home from the walk and guess what I found Richards phone and looked at the messages and there was incontrovertable truth that he is having an affair!!! Her name is Wendy Sherrin and she has sent all kind of lovey messages with kisses and what have yous...she has even sent picture messages of boobs and her fingering herself!! So the old self ritcheous devil, having it all away and yet still taking the bloody moral high ground!

He came back in from the garden and I was so absorbed I spilit a glass of coke all over my trousers. I had to close it all back down quickly before he saw.

So how do I feel? Fine. I think we need to move things on now. No reason to stay together, hopefully he'll be happy with this new lady love and we can go our separate ways. I won't feel beholden to look after him.

The other thing is knowledge is power and I shall keep this little gem until its needed.

I told Mr V today who said it was obvious as I was not fucking him he had to be getting it from somewhere but thats not a very intellectual or considered thought and I shall dismiss it and hope its true love.

BTW Shelpa was the winner of CBB not very surprising either.