Remember how I said I didn’t get jealous when Pete flirted with other women? I lied.
Maybe I wasn’t jealous. And I’m definitely not jealous when he chats up the blue-rinse brigade like he did at Conspiracy’s writing group. (In fact, it even helped us sell books.) But he and PoshPhD are just getting too chummy.
And, yes, PoshPhD did leave me behind last night. After waiting for ages, I went and knocked on her door and she was gone. I texted Pete to find out what was going on, and the response was ‘We’re all over here where are you?’
So I hauled myself all the over to CoolTrous (in fairness, he doesn’t live too far, but I was annoyed about being left behind), to find that they’d already eaten and left nothing for me. (Chinese take away, by the way.) I also arrived to find PoshPhD strewn across Pete, casual as you like. I went over, straight to him, gave him a big kiss and a ‘Hey honey’ and flopped myself down so that she’d have to move.
I asked him what he’d been up to during the day, and little Miss Braless-No-Trousers PoshPhD butted in, ‘We went and walked doggies. It’s so suburban it’s hilarious.’
I don’t even know what that means.
You know how Pete has that dog walking/cleaning job? Well, PoshPhD, who has nothing to do all day but pontificate on art, has decided to join him, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
I spent the rest of the night partaking in too much PDA for my comfort, but it was a necessity. I had to mark my property, and I think it warned off PoshPhD for the time being. Argggh. Why couldn’t I live next door to a sweet little old lady or even a NED would be better.