What a depressing little weed I looked in that last entry.

Anyway, the lonely bit didn't last long because Dave turned up. My sweet sister gave him the address. I was so miserable I was almost pleased to see him, but I was worried about being alone with him so we went out to a restaurant. I bought. Oh, yes, bit of a rich bitch these days. Dave was very well behaved, for Dave, but he was a bit of a pain all the same, whining on about how I was avoiding him and dissing him in my blog.

I had no trouble scraping him off when we got back to the apartment. We have a 24-hour concierge service here, and I said goodbye right in front of the security guard. After he left, I said to the guard that I wouldn't be in to Dave in future. He snapshotted Dave's CCTV image, printed it, stuck it on a paper and stored it under the desk. Very efficient. Apparently, Dave arrived again this evening and the guard told him I was out. Are you reading this, Dave? I'm out, OK?