Fargggh of a day. I'm currently working in London, but have a house in Scotland that my ex lives in since he broke up with his gf. he doesn't pay rent at the moment. It's on the market, but not selling. Work pays my London rent. Work is going to stop paying my London rent in mid October. This is all very complicated, but basically my lodger just moved out, so I'm losing £400 a month, so gym membership is going at end October.
now, even with getting rent from the ex and housing benefit (& how fucked up is that? High-flying civil servant getting housing benefit...) I'm still about £300 a month down. That's my wine bill. (joke) Next job is dream job. Can't move back to Scotland. DD is halfway through A levels, we moved halfway through her GCSEs & that was difficult... And there aren't any jobs for me in Scotland.
So I told PM. Lots of 'we'll get through it' type texts, had to pick up DD & DS 2 from school, he tagged along, came to school... All the kids were 'your mum is SO cool... Is that your dad?'
drove back, PM told DD that because flatmate had left, he was moving in (shreik!!!) then we went around the garage, talking in deep south accents, dropped him off, Ds2 was dancing with him in the street... (sigh)
Then went to the chip shop and someone threw an egg at (still) dancing Ds2 (fuck of a day) texted PM, eventually said, 'thank you for this, because it's been a shit of a day & for all I whine on about being independent, it would be so nice to come home to someone & be soothed and this is the next best thing'
PM: sleep tight, you. All will be fine, we'll make sure of it.
Christ. I'm married or something. This is so confusing. 
watch go for tea. Fucksake. One life. Will you be old and grey with mrL? Will you be sitting in your rocking chairs, wearing slackers on the porch and drinking rum when you're 60? No. You won't. Live your life. Drown the puppy.
(sorry. Long. Weird day.)