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I don’t know why I’m torturing myself. It’s already been two days. It’s pretty clear what’s going on. Alex is staying away so I don’t get the wrong idea.

Stupid bloody hope.

Going to bed now.

Tuesday November 10th

No Alex again.

Friday November 13th

Told Laura about me and Alex.

She knew some of it – news of us at the Yacht Club was already circulating the village.

She also knew that Nick came to see me.

I asked Laura if she’d had sex with Zach yet, and she said, ‘Ofcoursenot.’

She said she had real feelings for Zach. And she wasn’t going to ruin things by having sex before she knew he felt the same way.

Bugger.

Bugger, bugger, bugger.

Althea made me feel a bit better.

She said sex was empowering. And that any man who ditched a woman after sex was the sort who’d never empty the dishwasher or replace the toilet roll.

I said Alex probably pays someone to empty his dishwasher and replace his toilet roll.

She said, ‘But he’s a right snooty bastard anyway Jules. Why would you want to hook up with someone like that?’

I told her that he wasn’t that bad, once you got to know him.

And it’s true.

On the surface, Alex looks all cool and aloof. But the real him is kind and thoughtful and decent.

Bugger.

Bugger, bugger, bugger.

Saturday November 14th

Evening

Big night tonight – turning on the village Christmas lights.

Unfortunately, the teenagers had arranged the lights to spell out ‘Santa isn’t real’ along the High Street. They also arranged a big, flashing penis and a pair of boobs on the church tower.

It wasn’t obvious until the lights were turned on.

The old ladies selling mince pies in the church yard didn’t know where to look.

Monday November 16th

So sad today.

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