Cat food and ready meals in the supermarket trolley, being able to sleep diagonally in a king size bed. Reading a book in the bath, candles, cushions, fairly lights. Underwear never seen apart from in the washing machine. Tagging along, trying to be young, Topshop skinnys and Kate Moss lines which fit. Joining a gym, pounding the streets for the perfect pick up figure. Of monthly haircuts, manicures, Rodial Bum Lift, St Tropez, deep cleanser, razors and hedge trimmers. Late nights in dodgy bars, nicknames in phones, match.com, okcupid, eharmony, adultfriendfinder. The sympathy vote, the spare friend, no plus one. Chick flicks, wine, tequila, eyeliner, eyeshadow, the next biggest mascara launch. 4 inch heals.

or…

A house with 3 bedrooms, a dining table and school work and le cruset pots and pans, 2 cars on the drive (one being a mondeo), of dvd rental services being your top page visits on Google chrome. Argos, John Lewis, wedding lists, sensible shoes, Juicy Couture and designer nappy bags. Paying for Sky Sports, drinking beer at home, family bbq’s, beach holidays, charter flights. An office for him and a craft room for me. Endless Sunday’s squeezing the last out of the weekend. Monday hangovers as you never want to give in. Credit cards, store cards, discount cards, points cards. His and her’s email address. His and her’s bank account. joandpete. daveandclaire. andrewandpaul.

Someone once told me, most relationships get back together because people miss routine.

Choice. There is always choice.

But no one has told me which one….

Kx