After last week’s news, I’ve not had the time to think about how to play things with Cleo, work’s just been too busy.
I’ve had three days in Europe; Prague and Budapest this time and have generally been feeling a little listless about what to do going forward.
Cleo is off to the north on Wednesday this coming week, I really can’t see how we could keep an arrangement going with her 200 miles away.
So, to add to my slightly downbeat mood, Mrs LSD breezily announced that my sister was going to visit this weekend. She and I get on well, though I think her husband, Ben, is a total arse.
Ben is one of those complete dreamers who’s always months away from his latest project making a mint, sadly, he’s been through about 6 since he married my sister only five years ago and we’re all still waiting. He was really not the company I wanted when my mind was continually drifting back to Cleo.
Sunday dragged past, whilst I had to entertain Ben’s latest crackpot wheeze, something involving classic cars. He even had the neck to ask me if I fancied investing…I politely declined.
I managed to have a good catch-up with sis, so the day wasn’t a complete write-off.
Eventually they headed off and after putting the children to bed, I collapsed on the sofa.
Finally my mind engaged into meaningful thought and I came to the sad conclusion, I had to let Cleo go.