Back again, in a manner of speaking.

Am back. Me and Three are no longer an item. Still friends though, which is good. Has been traumatic time, and cannot bring self to bare soul at moment. Is too soon. So, am back at house with Two. House is in state of chaos, which is roughly in keeping with my state of mind. Have been prone on sofa for some considerable time. Am in fact, sleeping on sofa, which at my advanced age is not entirely desirable. My possessions, which are creeping back here, are scattered over a wide area. There is no space. Am glum. Reading back over all my previous posts, realise that humour is the only way to deal with life. Since my return, Two has had operation on throat, which turned out to be okay, lesion was benign. Which is good news. I spent entire day at hospital, and read Pride and Prejudice in its entirety, twice. I became a notable fixture on chair outside ward. People became concerned. A kindly Consultant tut tutted at my dilemma, and organised a Nice Cup of Tea. I think he was on the point of admitting me to the Geriatric Ward. Finally, Two was released and we began the drive home, through heavy traffic. As we sat in queue for roundabout, Two was suddenly violently sick out of the window. This happened several times as I attempted to negotiate unknown route. He couldn't speak because of operation, and my requests for directions were met with faint incomprehensible squeaks. Eventually, and God knows how, I found the right road, and we sailed home covered in puke. (He didn't make the window a couple of times).