Donna rang today. She always rings while she’s driving, so she doesn’t waste her time, she says. Makes you feel special. Anyway, for a few months now she’s been having a relationship with an older bloke, Max, who happens to live over the road from her. He’s the only boyfriend she’s had since she separated from her husband, and I think her husband was the only other one.
She met Max in the soft fruit section of her local Woolies. He said something sleazy about her big melons and she laughed. It seems that she’s now feeling a bit vulnerable about the relationship, and thinks that maybe he’s going to dump her. She said when they first got together, he told her that he used to see her across the street and fantasise about her, but that now they have started to have sex he fantasises about someone else. (I wonder if it’s me.) Weird he does that, and equally weird that he told her.
Anyway, she was predictably upset. She thought her fragile state was either because her psychic powers (I can tell she’s psychic, somehow) sensed Max was going to dump her, or it was that her ectoplasm wasn’t aligned with her potassium molecules. Or was that her sodium molecules? No, that was last week. Anyway, she shouldn’t be driving in that state. I think the main problem is that she keeps nagging him that he drinks too much. In other words, more than what she does.