Big sis spent the weekend with me. Two nights. A committed visit.
Spending time with me, in my space, is a rare occurrence for my family. I have no idea why. None.

Anyway. From the barren wasteland that was my social life over the last few months – this week has yielded 3 friends visiting on Tuesday night for a sleep-over, wine and cuddling catch up. My sister for two nights.. Family friends for afternoon tea.. a night out dancing to a friend’s band with my sister and the family friends.. and then unexpectedly.. like.. COMPLETELY unexpectedly.. a text message from my old lover T.. (the ex-lover found last year, now a recovering alcoholic, sober for 5 months.)

The text reads.
I am only an hour away from you.

Oh god.

He is a handful (no sniggering please).. I don’t think I can deal with anymore people just dropping in.
I call him, while driving. I tell him he is on speaker phone and my sister is in the car with me.

T! What the bloody hell are you doing driving three hours north?

I thought I’d go for a drive, then I thought I would try and find you..

My sister is here, we have plans for this eve. Could you give me some notice if you are going to visit?!

I just did. But hey. I am lost and I need to get back to Melbourne tonight – so I am going to drive home.

Hon. I am going to be in Melbourne in two weeks.. Let’s see each other then.

OK.. Then you can play with my snake.

Thanks I don’t want to.. I haven’t changed my mind about your [pet] snake.

[something I can't quite hear]

I ask him to repeat what he said.

My sister fills in the gaps.. she says He said.. It didn’t stop you 19 years ago..

Yowsers.
The man is a handful. Will never quite let me forget what happened.. cheeky bastard.