Sunday evening, in my bedroom.
I have been on anti-depressants for 3 weeks and feel not a jot less depressed. The Hazel thing still confuses the fuck out of me. Do I love her or hate her ?
For instance I sent her a text on Saturday week, saying I don't see the point of keeping in touch as it wou;d cramp her style with her new man, which brought back a few responses. As I turned my mob. off and spent the following day looking round the Parthenon in blinding sunlight, I didn't care too much.
Ah, last 2 weeks were spent in Greece. After a long w/e for May Day, I hied me to Manchester and flew to Frankfurt, thence to Athens. Ordinaryish hotel, hard work with long hours, had the odd beer and cocktail, not too much though.
And Saturday went on the boat to the island of Hydra to look around, where I burnt my neck in the blistering sun. Sunday looked at the Acropolis, I was astonished by the quality of the 3000 year-old statues, some still with the original colouring.
She texted me all the time saying to keep in touch so I called her on Friday from Athens airport and got a chilly reception. Ha. So I'm not going to bother keeping in touch anymore. Fuck it. I think I'm coming to hate her. All the things I have done for her, and would have done for her. Thank goodness I didn't leave Jayne for the unreliable liar.