Philippa and I had a blazing, full-on, no-holds-barred, stand-up, face-to-face, screaming row last night. I don’t think we’ve ever been so ferocious with each other before. Normally I back down and back away or she goes quiet until I’ve calmed a bit. But last night we just kept on and on. I think it’s because we were both drunk. That doesn’t happen often and I think it was a bad idea. Arguments fuelled by alcohol are always the worst ones. I can’t even remember what it was about and I can’t even remember what was said, but it was bad enough for Philippa to get up early today and bugger off to spend the day with Sally.
I guess I’ll have to contact her and apologise. In fact, I WANT to contact her and apologise. I can’t even remember what I’m apologising for, but I think it’s best if I do it.
This house isn’t quite so lovely when you’re in it alone and hungover.
RC 29-12-13
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