Scatologists

Tonight I'm not having one of my finer moments. In fact, I'm feeling downright sorry for myself.

I had no idea that so many minor things would remind me of him so regularly.

I was researching strange statistics at work and came across some interesting trivia that I wanted to share with him - particularly about scatologists (don't ask).

Normally I would email or send a text about my findings of the day but had to check myself and reaffirm that that's simply no longer part of my life.

I wanted to tell him about all the interesting facts I discovered about hotels, including some of the oddest items left behind.

But no amount of blow-up sheep and false limbs could cheer me up once I realised I had no life partner with which to share my anecdotes.

And now he wants to discuss the finer points of our break-up, from access to the kids to our financial affairs.

Just not sure I'm ready.