Maybe it’s because I’m hanging around with all of these hot women (cyberly speaking) – wishing my W was one of them. Maybe it’s because, with all of the comings and goings around my house, I haven’t been able to talk to W much. W’s sleeping through coffee time. She’s going to her parents’ tomorrow – family crisis. Bikes’s sitting in the shed waiting for me to get my license, and I’m starting to fret over whether or not I’ll pass the driving test…
