Half way through a three week break. I lied when I said I thought I would miss you. I haven't missed you. Actually, I don't think either of us believed me when I said that I would. I mean, I have been drinking every day, avoiding all social contact, oh and I didn't turn up for that interview, I have snarled my way through every day with my partner, I feel murderous towards men who sit next to me on the bus, and I want to dump the cat at the shelter, but other than that I haven't noticed our lack of stabilising contact at all.