Yup I have been dumped! Yup at the right old age of 68 ¾ I have been dumped.
Actually,to be technically, politically correct, trendy in keeping with the on-trend granny that I am I have actually been Ghosted. So, I should be pleased really, ghosted is a much better term, and Sally, my best friend and rival in all things won’t have a clue what it really means.
She should though. It’s her daughter who has dumped me. My God daughter, my confidante, the little girl who thought I was the best Godmother in the world, who would tell me stuff (and I would tell her stuff) that would make her Mum shocked to the core. I’ve met all her unsuitable blokes and kept shtum but this latest chap of hers had me doing things no godmother should…I gave her some advice. Perhaps I shouldn’t have said
“Leg it darling, don’t walk, run don’t put up with his shit anymore. Get out of there before you end up under the Harbour Bridge… well it would be Tower Bridge in her case because she lives in London.
Someone who has been in your life since the day they were born has suddenly gone and I don’t know why. It’s a bugger
