The ex.

Well!....I got mt loft cleared. Well, as cleared as a man can do. (daughter #1 is going back up)
But I got the heavy stuff down and it was an Alladin's cave of finds for daughter #1! She found....her first pair of shoes, her high school yearbook and a few other things she wouldn't care to remember. And she thought I was a bad mum?! Hehe. She knows how I feel.
But, hey, the whole ex thing? It was like I'd always spoke to him. Was such a good night.Dropped a major clanger, but I think he forgave me and the night went on!
I invited him to kip on the sofa but he declined. Thank goodness! My sober self couldn't deal with him the next morning! So he paid £16 for the ten mile taxi journey home.
Well......Lying in bed, getting sleepy as one does, my phone rings. I answer it and it's the ex. I thought he was calling to say he had a good night and that he was home safe, but nooooo. This is Medusamum's household and ergo, drama! He was ever so polite in saying...."are my house keys in your kitchen?" To which I replied "Oh my gosh! They are!!!" or polite words to  the same effect. "Do you have no-one around with spare keys?"  'No' he replied. Shit! I had to take him in!!
As I speak, I'm waiting on him arriving back (in a £16 taxi) to kip on my sofa. Exactly the thing I didn't want!!
Can life get ANY better?!?!

Laters x