One of the worst days of my life..

I foolishly told Philippa about my ‘Encounter on the Beach’ yesterday and I haven’t stopped hearing about it since. She woke me up this morning with “How’s my little Rent Boy?” so I just said “Piss off, limpy” and that shut her up. Not for very long though…
She has a vicious sense of humour, and I’ve been the brunt of it for 12 hours. Now I am going to bed. Yesterday’s event was traumatic enough, without having to deal with the mental and emotional pain metered out by someone who should be comforting and consoling me.
I have a horrible feeling that lots of other people may be finding out about it soon as well. Her capacity for piss-taking is exceeded only by her capacity for gossiping and online chit-chat. She’ll have it all over social media by the time I finish this sentence.
Bloody women.

RC 21-7-12