Speaking of dumping, last night I was pitching my usual bitch about how the soldier left me and married someone else he’d known for of 2 weeks! If you wonder why this keeps coming up, it’s because it keeps coming up.

For example those pictures. There we are and a blink later, there he is married with child. It’s whiplash, there is just no other word for it far as I am concerned but he has a different view or in this case - song. According to him this is what happened. “I was just like poor ol’ Ray,” he said.

He’s right of course. He is right and I’m right too but anyway, it’s a good song with good astrology. Bossy commitment-phobia anyone?