LUKE'S THREE WEEKS FROM DUMPING'
You may remember me and Lukey gave ourselves six weeks to shape up or split up. Well,now we are halfway through, so what have we done ? turned it into a bloody joke.
It began with us saying ' lets see if we can fix it in six weeks, ' but has ended up with me joking 'You're three weeks away from a dumping unless you make me a cuppa....I'll admit I started it all- but I only did it to break the tense atmosphere. Neither of us want to admit what we kind of already know, we're more compatible when we are painting than porking.
We've been trying dead hard to get the spark back, though. Just the other day, we took Roxy for what was suppose to be a romantic walk in a nearby woods, but as soon as we set foot in the forest, I felt something pushing me in the back - no it wasn't Lukey's naughty bit - and everything felt all blurry. But lukey thought I was making it up..
If that wasn't bad enough we then came across two graves... Terrified I pegged it back to the car and was scared of my own shadow all day. So much for that romantic walk.....
It'll kill me if we cant get back what we had, especially as I know that a lot of our problems have stemmed from the fact that Lukey isn't busy in Bristol as he was in London, but bless him, he came home from a job last week witha bunch of flowers for me.
They'd have meant even more if the rest of his wages hadn't gone on a parking ticket he got while buying the flowers!.....
There is a letter on the bottom of page from Lukey to Josie but its a bit hard to read as its small.