Had breakfast with a loathsome reptile today.
The meal was conducted in complete silence. Only the sound of the river, babbling past outside, could be heard.
He stared fixedly at his phone munching muesli and his stupid ryvita and marmalade.
I listened to Radio 4 and looked out of the window. What a horrible thing to have to endure. Years ago someone I did a holiday job with said to me, “Marriage, it is a mugs game”
How right he was….
The River Files 