His & Hers diary page one, Sunday.
HERS:
He was quiet, subdued,
just not himself.
Something was wrong,
He hasn't kissed me all night.
Not even looked in my direction.
I think it's another woman.
I went to bed and cried.
He followed me up later.
I cuddled up to him and stroked his hair.
He lay still.
Eventually we made love and fell asleep in each others arms.
HIS:
Ford's lost at bathurst,
fuckin gutted. Got a root though!