She had died, I just never told her. So still, we walk, eat and sleep together, in fear one day she’ll come to realize it.

Yet hopefully things are different now, and I’m moving on to something better rather than attempting to suck more out of the same stale situation.

I knew I should be grateful to Mrs Guinea, only I couldn’t feel a thing. If Mrs Guinea had given me a ticket to Europe, or a round-the-world cruise, it wouldn’t have made one scrap...