Update.

[johnny9fingers]

I'm a lot closer to moving out. I'm waiting for the flat to be finished and then, when the kids are on holiday, I shall move. I am unhappy about the timing; but both Madame, and Kay our nanny, think that giving the kids a fait accompli is the best option. I am prepared to agree, albeit reluctantly. Still despite the absence of the kids (though I will be looking after them for two days a week and alternate weekends) I am looking forward to not having to live here. I must quit smoking, which I took up again after things started looking irreparable. 

Comments

[abomvubuso.livejournal.com]

You must be going through quite an ordeal right now. Crossing fingers that all of this doesn't take too much of a toll on you.

[johnny9fingers.livejournal.com]

I'll live, as long as I don't smoke myself to death. I have a few coin lesions on my lungs which information enabled me to give up pretty sharpish. Self medicating with soporifics rather keeps my moods under control, and until I can process my current feelings alone and apart from here, I prefer to be mellower. I shall, however, need to give up again pronto, unless I really don't care by then.

I'm not the sort of chap to read a partner's mail, or indeed pry in any way, but I am of the opinion that Madame has reasons for wishing me to begone sooner rather than later. And to be candid, now so have I.

Pip-pip old thing.

[vlion.livejournal.com]

Long time no see.

I'm sorry to hear that things didn't work out. But, alas, so it goes sometimes.

I do note that in my fine State of the Union, *edibles* are a popular relaxation mode. I don't indulge, myself, but then, I rather prefer scotch to mellow me out.

[johnny9fingers.livejournal.com]

I like whisky too: Islay mainly, and Ardbeg particularly.

I'd need to find a reliable supply of hash to be able to eat it often. Oh well.

:)