In a fit of boredom, frustration and hormonal imbalance yesterday, I re-established contact with The French One. Logic and instinct tells me this is wrong; apart from the fact that he has cryptically listed himself on Facebook as being in "an open relationship", he also has 2 children, and his ex-wife is the sister of a friend of mine. (No, I can't keep up either; my life really is like a soap opera.)
So he is coming round at un unspecified time in the next week (I find his unreliability thrilling) to sort me out with a full MOT.
And no, I am NOT talking about my car.
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