You mean you're going to turn down a perfectly good misery-wallowing opportunity, and come over all stoical and optimistic?
 
You bastard. I guess I'll have to fall in line.
 
Please pass my love to mum, and tell her not to worry. I don't want to make things harder for her than they already are, though I couldn't have said that with any confidence a couple of days ago. That said, it's probably best if I don't see her for a while, because I'm still a bit frustrated and don't want to throw a 'Kevin'.
 
Looking forward to seeing you and Tom on the weekend. Perhaps some bridge on Sunday if you're up for it.
 
Sam.
 
PS - Might be in late on Friday. Will let you know nearer the time.


 

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From: robert********@tiscali.co.uk
To: sam********@hotmail.com
Subject: not a reply
Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2008 15:00:17 +0000

Dear Sam

I'm not replying as such.

Probably.

The official communiqué reads as below.

Carrie is off to Anne's Friday until Tuesday so not here for the weekend, and has already twigged you're not wildly ecstatic about things.

If you do want to feel miffed at the situation be my guest, but please don't bother on my account.

After 4 weeks of knowing what was about to happen, I've become quite used to the idea, can see possible advantages in the situation and am rather looking forward to my new circumstance.

The main thing bothering Carrie at the moment is the way you feel about it [I'm a heartless bastard and couldn't give a shit].

This is patently absurd.

As I'm happily resigned, and don't need to be worried over the pair of you could end up feeding each other's angst for nothing.

As far as you're concerned, nothing much will change - the bungalow will stay with me, I'll have enough to live on and cook with - you can do your own bloody washing, including the [spare bedroom]  bedding when it starts to smell.

''Ask not for whom the bell tolls '' etc - it's stopped ringing for me, I'd ignore it if I were you.

R.

 

 

Dear
After 30 + years together, Carrie has decided that it's time to move on.
We remain friends, and wish each other well.
When she has found a place to live, she'll be moving out of 'Oakleigh'.
I'll be staying with the animals and occasional hotel [kids] guests.
High days, holidays, parties etc. will be as before, all under one roof, but now we'll have more spare beds to accommodate weary revellers.
Booked holidays and parties are unchanged, and we hope, both of us, to see you soon.
Regards Rob.