Moving on

Hi diary

Quick update.

Have taken a one bed flat where Rosie and I will live from August onwards. It's opposite a good school that's why I took it. Not ideal but there you go.

The Prince has been in Germany hunting one of the last remaining Nazis for his job. What an exciting life he has. He's gone with a pretty young girl from his newsroom. "Not such good timing" I told him, but there you go.

Lots to sort out in a tumbling market. The For Sale sign went up yesterday rubberstamping all this shit. Then Hana the cleaner (or "servant" as the Prince calls her) started crying when I told her we were breaking up and then I did too and she gave me a hug. It is all such a shame but there you go.

I haven't told Rosie yet. Just don't know how to. A lady just came to view the house. She was the kind of woman I could imagine in a tiny modern Barratts type house - a mousey type. She didn't say ANYTHING while looking around, not a thing, and asked no questions. I can only assume she hated my beautiful gorgeous home.

I wanted to get a kitten as a sop for Rosie but my new landlord said No. Fucking arsehole. I'll have to make do with a goldfish - hardly the same thing. It would really have helped smooth the process knowing we could get a tiny kit. But there you go.

So this last week has been great with him away. I've been doing the whole mourning thing. Getting upset and sad and then happy again. Rosie's been happy. I've been happy. The house has been tidy and life's been peaceful - really, really peaceful.

Life's a bit scary too but that's only because of something new.