I suppose I ought to tell the world. As of a couple of weeks ago, Mairi and I split up, after nearly 10 years together.
It was Mairi’s idea. It wasn’t a big bust-up, rather a calm discussion about stuff, ending with the agreement that for the moment, I would move into the spare bedroom, we would continue sharing the house and mortgage, and most importantly, dog.
Yes I’m glum, no I’m not angry.
10 years though. Wow. 10 years ago:
- I didn’t live in London, but in Peterborough. Peterborough, the ‘city’ with a Daily Mail column named after it.
- I didn’t have internet access (!)
- I had a different job, which I hated.
- I had different hair
- I had fewer friends
- I wasn’t doing any theatre
So anyway. Here’s to the next 10 years, and what they might bring.