It’s either a Wellington thing, or it’s just me

When visiting an ex, to find out that her flat is directly across the road from that of another ex.

And then to discover that the first ex is flatting with yet another ex, and neither of them knew that the other knew me.

This is what happens when you’re not married by thirty…


One Response to “It’s either a Wellington thing, or it’s just me”

  1. Rhinocrates Says:

    As one friend of mine put it, Wellington’s so small you end up sleeping with yourself. Her ex is sleeping with a woman who had been sleeping with the ex’s ex-husband.

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