Its been 11 days, 21 hours and about 27 minutes since I last spoke to Miss G.

Not that it really bothers me.

I'm quite relieved actually. The last 11 days have been quiet, stress free and productive. I've found that when I'm not worrying about Miss G and her sprog I've got more more time to focus on my family.

And Miss G went from bad to worse. She got in with her druggy ex-band member boyfriend, took copious amounts of crap, had a kid and then went a little...erm...skitz.

She kept making up stories. Not just little tales to make herself sound interesting but huge great whoppers that made me worry about her mental health. Like the tale about the doctor telling her she was allergic to children because all children carry microscopic mites and she was allergic to them. :??: wtf? And she hadn't taken anything at the time.

I've always been there for her, through thick and thin, but now I've realised how one sided the friendship has always been and I'm pretty fucking tired of the constant dramatics.

I don't even miss her.

I have good memories from the beginning: Chicken and sweetcorn soup squirting out of her nostrils because i had deliberately made her laugh after she'd taken a mouthful; us grazing the horses by the side of the road while we ate kebabs; her sitting on a shetland and getting bucked off....

...but then the bad ones always follow: the looks she gave my husband when she thought I wasn't looking; her cattiness on the night of the carnival; her encouraging me to buy my current shetland and then slagging me off to people saying she couldn't understand why I'd bought him; her constant playing me off against her boyfriend...and eventually the bad ones outweigh the good.

Goodbye Miss G.