For those of you following my domestic adventures, early on Monday morning, L came back to Melbourne. She’d rung a few days earlier and said she’d be coming back. We met up with her for a little while on the way home from the airport.
I suppose it was to be expected – I knew she’d eventually miss the kids, and I’d thought from the beginning that the whole idea of resuming a ten year old relationship with Monsieur Le Frog was flawed. She’ll be staying at a friend’s house for a bit while she sorts herself out and finds a job, and we’ll figure out the permanent arrangements later.
- Refresh your minds about what happened in March
