A few things I’ve done for men who didn’t love me. Buy a Le Creuset casserole dish for him. Leave lasagne and parmigiana on his doorstep. Deep clean his house (twice, once to find the mouldy parmigiana in a tupperware at the back of the fridge). Travel across the country, book a hotel in an unknown Yorkshire town for two nights in the hope he’d pop in for half an hour.
Brilliant! The sheer volume of memories of my own mortifying behavior that came flooding back to me as I read was *quite* the way to start the day.
*immediately goes off to look up lyrics of ‘It Ain’t Me Babe’
Yes!! Completely relatable. Thanks for writing so honestly 🤍
So good!!!! My favourite piece of yours so far. Loved it xxx