The Ghosts of my Life Blow Wilder than Before

I am going o have another moan, frankly I think this whole blog could end up being the basis for the next Grumpy Old Men series.

First, my ex-wife, who tricked me out of two thirds of the value of our flat despite the fact that we agreed to a 50/50 split seems to think that the law is on her side for me paying her tons of cash for the sale of our flat but that the law does not require her to keep up payments on the joint mortgage we have until the flat is sold. Apparently I should pay that, the maintenance fees for the flat and the legal fees for selling the flat too and then give her a pound of flesh from nearest to my heart as possible.

Second, an ex-very good friend suddenly sends me a text (I have been trying to send her a cheque for a small amount of money I owe her) claiming to have never "given out her address" to me, conveniently forgetting that she invited me round after having told me on numerous occasions where she lived and we spent a splendid evening talking, watching trashy TV and nattering on the sofa. However, now that she has decided we are no longer friends history has been re-written to such an extent that I am right up there with Hitler and Stalin obviously.

I have been feeling quite chipper recently despite everything but as the lyric goes "Just when I thought I was winning . . . the ghosts of my life blow wilder than before". Thank you ladies, you make my life complete.