Yesterday the lady I've been having a great adventure with for the last ten months or so told me that she had to go back to the guy she was seeing when we met and started loving.

Having got wrecked last night, and this morning having not just a hangover but also that horrible caving-in feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I think about her, the sun is shining and, every so often, I have an image of her face being happy, and I know that's how she's going to be with the other bloke, so that can't be bad, can it?