Quintin Jardine's blog

And this.

Got home the other night to find my bags on the doorstep. 
‘That’s it,’ she said, ‘you’re out of here for good I’ve had enough!’
As I trudged wearily down the path dragging my meagre possessions behind me, she shouted, 
‘And I hope you have a miserable and lonely life, you Bastard!’ 
……’Oh,’ I said. ‘ You want me back now do you!’