The silent break up continues.
Rosie and I bundled down to the Sussex countryside for a weekend of bluebell woods, sea and best friends.
Nat the Prince had two whole days to himself. Before we left I said: "Hope you'll do some thinking about what you want."
Got back last night and hey.... nada.
So the estate agent came and valued the house. He knows that. I guess he's waiting for the For Sale sign to appear. I haven't instructed that yet as I'm waiting and a hoping' he'll step in and save this.
Not sure why I'm still harbouring any hopes of anything - but hope is what keeps everything going and places like Dignitas out of pocket.
We're not living through a war here. We are healthy and have good jobs. What IS the thing blocking him?
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