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The Dame and I spoke the other night.

'I did something you'll think is silly' she said quite casually over the phone.

She needn't have said any more, for I knew. She had messaged one of those mind-fuck ladies she'd fallen for previously, I knew it!

Why do people do it. Why don't people simply leave things alone!? Why do we always let the heart decide when really it is the brain that's going to save us from suffering heartache? Pah.

'Was it The Doctor then?'

'Yes, however, I don't regret doing it'.

'And why is that?'

'Well I text her saying that I passed her house just the other day and thought of her. I asked if she was OK'.

'and?'

'she replied saying that she was fine, working hard as usual, said she hoped I was okay and that my job was going well (which it is), blah blah. I sent one back telling her about my job situation, blah blah'. And that was the last I heard from her'.

Alright, so they have somewhat cleared the murky river that separates them. Good. But I still don't think The Dame should have given in that way. We must all remember that it was she who was done over, not The Doctor. The Doctor got the pudding and the custard.

On a positive note, The Dame does seem a lot happier these days. And her mother isn't pushing her marriage to me with quite as much force as she once did. Then again, she has said to The Dame, 'you do realise, once he's gone or found somebody else, that's when you'll realise just how good you are together'. Grin.