He got home from Ibiza last night. He left Friday night for a jolly with the boys.
Our camera was on kitchen table this mornig so I had a flick, as you do.
How many pics of girls?!
One of whom was leaning over him while he lay on the floor and in the next pic she's walking on his back. Lovely.
Another pic of some topless girl in the sea, actually there were 3 or 4 of her. Great.
Nothing really bad, but not what I wanted to see. Calmed down a bit, trying to reign in those pregnancy hormones, but have to say I'm not exactly happy.
Really think that if that's what "boys" weekends to Ibiza about then that was the last one.
How would he have liked to see the me with a load of blokes and pics of me with random men in bars, and on the beach etc? Maybe I'll have to find out.
Hmmm, the bubble in my stomach says 'not happy'.
He's gone to work now and I'm off in a mo so time for you to share your thoughts if you like before I see him tonight.
How would you feel?