Thursday, May 17, 2012

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Posted by dulwichmum on Thu 17 January 2008

James brought his colleague home for a quick drink last night (ginger beer) en route from Gatwick following their business jaunt to Dallas. Martin has recently remarried, indeed, I met his new Japanese wife recently at their work’s Christmas party (I was busy having a pedicure when they got married). Martin is aware that I am not happy about his new younger wife…

Isabella and I were sooo over” he bellowed in a German accent. “Our relationship was finished the same day she conceived the twins. She let herself go, she breastfed like a fresian and lolloped about the house like a great hippopotamus…”

OHMYGOD! I almost inhaled my own vomit.

They say couples grow to look like each other over time” I spat, glaring at his gut.

I am well aware that you do not like Mayu, but don’t pout so, it doesn’t suit you. Are you afraid that James will trade you in for a younger model liebling?” he gloated.

The plank went on to describe how he “babysits” for his boys “at least once a week” to give “the old girl a break.”

How dare he?

How positively frightful!

The beast (with a capital F).

I wasn’t aware that a father could babysit his own sons… I thought that was called parenting OLD MAN,” I repelled.

How disgracefully cold! How dare he consider himself to be a parent with such distance placed between him and his perfect sons. I shall send Martin’s ex-wife Isabella a ‘Friends request’ on Facebook toute suite. Our boys are scheduled to start at boarding school together just next year.

You know I think I shall investigate the benefits of colonic irrigation further…

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