Posted: 19:15 11 Sazements
Ribtool: Knew it was murder. All of the locals I know (and I know many) would prefer to know how the girl was killed. We need to know what kind of maniac we’re dealing with.
KentNP: Trust you “Ribtool”, exactly the cold comment I expected to read from you. My heart goes out to her family. I hope she didn’t suffer, one can but pray for such a small mercy.
SxyGrrl: The shock-waves reverberating through my workplace today were of the Tsunami type. Murder, from the victim’s point of view, is never without suffering.
KentNP: I can’t recall the last time a murder was reported here. Shame on the murderer, they have shamed us.
Anon: Whoever killed that girl needs to be strung up.
Ribtool: Couldn’t agree more. The psycho slit her throat, sliced her mouth open, and hacked off one of her fingers. Who the hell behaves like that?
KentNP: Do you have to be so crass? Show some respect.
Ribtool: It’s not about disrespect, it’s about arming ourselves. The best defence we have is knowledge. There are some seriously sick fucks out there and it’s our job to stamp on them.
Anon: Hope some local vigilante finds whoever done this before the police do. The justice service is too good for someone like this.
KentNP: It’s not kill or be killed. Two wrongs do NOT make a right. That’s what courts and prisons are for. No-one has a right to kill. How could a vigilante know they had the right person to start with?
Ribtool: I’m working on finding out who it is. Prison’s a drain for a sicko like this, especially in this current economic climate. I’ve started a blog: “Rib Investigates” I’ll be posting my thoughts on this, of course I won’t be naming anyone; don’t want to be accused of being a “vig”. *coughs*
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Rebellious Return.
I smiled at Mr Him when he returned to the lounge after further astounding me by reading Daughter a bedtime story. ‘I’ve really enjoyed this evening.’
Mr Him smiled back. ‘Great. I’m going out.’
What had gone wrong? Hadn’t we spent an enjoyable evening together, as a family unit? ‘Where?’ I couldn’t help but bristle. I heard the tone in my voice and knew Mr Him could as well.
‘Out.’ Mr Him merely shrugged.
‘With your mate?’ I spat the word out, thinking how selfish Mr Dry must be. Just because he, Mr Dry, was single didn’t mean he had to encourage Mr Him. It wasn’t like he needed any more encouragement.
‘Yeah, with my mate.’ Mr Him nodded.
‘Shall I wait up for you?’
Mr Him shook his head. ‘Nah, don’t know what time I’ll be back. Probably be late.’
‘But you have work tomorrow.’
‘And?’ Mr Him tossed back. He pulled on his jacket, getting his arm stuck in the sleeve in his anger. ‘I’m not a kid.’
‘It’s almost nine.’
‘Wow-wee, the pub’s still open, you idiot.’ Mr Him opened the flat door and stepped out into the communal corridor. ‘Give me a break, Saaayze. You’re always nagging me. Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag!’ He slammed the door on my shock.
Posted: 21:20 0 Sazements
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Wednesday, 20th February 2013
Reading Star.
21:00
‘You read brilliantly,’ I said, kissing daughter goodnight. ‘No wonder you’ve been selected to choose books for the school library. Your teachers know how much you love to read.’
Daughter snuggled under her pink duvet, a wide smile lighting up her freckled face. ‘If I think the books are too grown-up then they won’t be put in the library. I’ll be the only one to have read them!’
‘Wow, your teachers really value your judgment.’ I switched off the light. ‘I’m very proud of you.’
Daughter’s excited voice cut through the darkness, ‘The best thing is I get to keep the unsuitable ones!’
‘Brilliant, what a treat! We’ll have to buy you a larger bookcase. But.’ I waggled my finger. ‘Don’t just say they’re not suitable so you get to keep them!’
Daughter laughed. ‘Not even one?’
‘No!’
‘Oh, alright.’
Laughing, I pulled the door closed behind me.
‘She’s not gonna make many friends when she goes to big school with that nerdy attitude.’ Mr Him shuffled past me with a mug of steaming coffee in his hand.
I sniffed the air. ‘Are you drinking just coffee?’
He stopped abruptly at the lounge door. ‘I put whiskey in it. So what?’
‘Which, I assume, means you’re staying in tonight?’ I followed Mr Him into the lounge.
He flicked on the television and settled in his chair. ‘Yeah, I borrowed a DVD from Wayne.’
I settled on the sofa. ‘Is it something I’d like?’
‘Dunno.’ Mr Him shrugged. ‘Wayne’s wife seemed to enjoy it.’
I watched for a moment. ‘Why’s Wayne’s wife on it?’
Mr Him laughed. ‘She’s the star! With that body she deserves to be!’
I jumped up in disgust. ‘You are unbelievable!’ I hissed angrily, trying to keep my voice down when all I wanted to do was to shout. ‘You’re sick! You’re seriously going to sit there and watch a DVD of one of your colleagues having sex with his wife?’
Mr Him nodded. ‘All the other lads have seen it. They’re right; her tits are awesome!’
‘Does Wayne’s wife know he lends this out?’
Mr Him looked at me scornfully. ‘What do you think? She may have big tits but she’s a thick-bitch in the head department.’
Posted: 21:30 6 Sazements
SxyGrrl: WTF?! A wife-porn film? Did he seriously expect you to watch it?
GeoffBD: I’m shocked! What’s up with the bloke? That’s not the way you treat women.
Anonymous: Get a fukin life “GeoffBD”, ain’t nuffin wrong with looking at sexy girls. That bloke needs to anyway ‘cos his bird’s a fat bitch & he don’t wanna see no fat skank in the nud. “GeoffBD”, ur just a pussy penis.
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Thursday, 21st February 2013
Who’s Prying Now?
19:30
I couldn’t help wondering what Mr Him was really up to. He’d been out with Mr Dry more than ever and never so much as looked at me anymore. We hadn’t had sex since before Christmas. I’d bet it’s because he thinks I’m fat. Five foot and a size twelve. Not massive but he prefers women tall and thin like Ms Cat, or with huge bosoms like Wayne’s wife.
I decided to check his laptop, in the mind maybe only one of us in the relationship hadn’t had sex in ages.
Mr Him’s laptop was unbelievably slow until, finally, I managed to access it. I felt so naughty that I had to have a glass of wine, just to calm the nerves! It’s not bad, is it, snooping on your partner? Was I wrong for mistrusting? Niggling feelings of unease had been resident in my mind for the past few months. What entitled them to free rent?
The laptop sunk into standby mode while I poured more wine. Glass in hand, I logged on to his email. Nothing. From the history, Mr Him hadn’t looked at anything for three weeks. I couldn’t believe he’d not been on the internet at all in that time.
Then, I idly clicked on the username box on his email home screen. Four new names dropped down but it was the final one which caught my eye: Moanivan1975.
I felt sick to my stomach wondering if my doubts were about to become reality.
I couldn’t figure out the password to the new email. I’d tried his birthday, Daughter’s birthday, my birthday. Without thinking it would do anything I clicked on the “Forgotten Password” link and selec
ted for the reset link to be emailed to Mr Him’s normal account.
I laughed hysterically, was he really so dumb? Had he forgotten I knew the password to his normal account? He probably forgot I set it up for him.
I’d cracked it! YES! OMG hard to believe I found nothing. No matter how much I searched, there was nothing to unveil. Either I’m paranoid or Mr Him’s had a brain-cell transplant and become all clever. Maybe he’s a secret mastermind. It would certainly explain how he conjures up booze money after declaring he’s unable to contribute to the mortgage. He’s a lying bum-bag and I had hoped to prove it.
Posted: 21:22 5 Sazements
Orange Michelle: I’m obsessed with checking my guy’s cell phone. What is it with guys and their cell? If it’s not in his hand, it’s in his pocket (yes I still mean his cell!) Even when we’re in bed it’s hidden in his pants pocket. No wonder we get suspicious. My cell spends its whole life on matrimonial display. I have a point to prove after all; I have nothing to hide. I wish you luck in exposing your bum (yes, that was an intentional pun).
SxyGrrl: Are you sure you’re barking up the right tree? Keep us updated. Love reading your blog; it’s like a drug, only better because it’s legal!
Saze Monnivan: Thanks, it’s nice to know I’m completely insane and there are others who think the same way! Maybe I have a trust issue? Could it all be in my imagination?
Anonymous: I’m not following this bullshit anymore. Hate ur blog, hate you. U fat ugly mogger.
Saze Monnivan: Oh hello “Anonymous”, I suspect you are the same bad speller from earlier posts. Don’t let the blog door kick you on the way out, whoops no hang on…*kick kick* (In case you didn’t realise that was my virtual foot booting your virtual arse bye-bye.)
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Friday, 22nd February 2013
Soot Kisses.
I’d had a really rubbish day at work and still hadn’t heard results from the job interview. Day was exacerbated by coffee machine breaking then I dropped the photocopier toner on my foot, resulting in a small soot-like explosion on my pale-grey suede boots.
Mr Him gobbled his dinner, I doubt he even chewed. My energy deserted me, I couldn’t even muster enough to yell at him when he left. I felt sick whenever I looked at him. The pervert keeps watching the “Wayne’s Wife” DVD although he denies it. It was in the DVD player again this morning. Embarrassingly, I had to hide it away from Daughter’s curious eyes. If he watches it one more time I won’t be held responsible if it ends up rammed in his gob.
19:15
Daughter showed me the dance routine she would be in for the special charity dance event tomorrow being held at her school. The routine was to be performed while the boot fair was on. Daughter’s school regularly held boot fairs on their field, with the cost to hire the space usually going into the school fund but tomorrow they would be supporting a local charity for children. I whooped and cheered through her performance and received big-happy-Daughter-smiles in return.
After she’d finished she dropped breathlessly to the floor. ‘Mum, you’re going to laugh at me…’
‘Why am I?’
Daughter picked at the carpet. ‘A boy at school asked me to go out with him.’
I grinned uncontrollably. ‘Who?’
‘Cameron.’ Daughter giggled shyly.
‘The boy who put twenty kisses in the Valentine’s card?’
Daughter nodded. ‘But I’m too young to have a boyfriend.’ She shrugged easily.
‘You don’t have to kiss him.’
‘I know that!’ scoffed Daughter.
‘Come here.’ I held my arms out and she came to me. ‘Eleven years old and already you have your first boyfriend.’ I squeezed her.
‘MUM! He’s NOT my boyfriend.’
‘But he could be.’
Daughter grinned, half embarrassed, half proud. ‘Could you make some doughnuts for the show tomorrow?’
‘Of course. You want to take one in for Cameron?’
With a blush, Daughter nodded.
20:15
Daughter prepared herself for bed without a fuss. I made and fried the batter for doughnuts, coating them in normal sugar for Daughter to take to school in the morning. For myself I tossed a warm one in vanilla sugar. Mm mm, almost better than sex. Not that I’d had much lately, sex that is not doughnuts. Another evening on my own, may as well be single at this rate.
Posted: 20:30 5 Sazements
SxyGrrl: I remember my first boyfriend, I was ten and he was nine! His mum bought a necklace for him to give to me! I still have it, is that sad?
Orange Michelle: Way to go Daughter! Seriously though it’s scary when your kids start “dating”. Sweet!
Anonymous: Your kid’s ugley no boy will eva wanna go out with her. She can’t help being ugley, she got it from you.
Saze Monnivan: To “Anonymous”, what a sad life you must lead. If you’re the same imbecile from before, you said you weren’t following this blog any more so obviously you have a brain like a sieve (or you secretly like me).
SxyGrrl: Ignore the nasty comments from the troll. They get their kicks out of taunting people online, it’s sad and pathetic and probably comes from someone who’s desperate to be liked. You can block anonymous users.
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Saturday, 23rd February 2013
Headache or Man-Ache?
Woke with a raging headache but didn’t succumb as had to prepare Daughter for the charity dance event. It was eight-fifteen by the time Mr Him finally dragged himself from the bed, showered, and helped himself to my coffee. I needed to have left to walk Daughter to the school but was still packing her dance outfit.
‘You’re late for work,’ I warned Mr Him, filling Daughter’s juice flask.
‘Doesn’t matter.’ He shrugged. ‘I’m owed time because I’m always in at eight.’
‘You start at eight.’ I frowned; my head felt tight.
‘Nah, I don’t officially start ‘til nine.’
‘What? You always leave at seven-thirty!’
Mr Him leant against the kitchen counter, his hand snaking a doughnut from the bag I’d concealed them in. ‘Yeah, I’m not like you.’
‘Meaning?’
He brushed sugar from his lips with the back of his hand. ‘I don’t hate my job.’
I tried not to yell. ‘The point is you told me you start work at eight.’
‘Why are you moaning? It means I get more time off.’ He popped the last piece of doughnut into his mouth.
‘Which you never spend with us.’
‘You’re supposed to be going to the charity show thingy not picking on me.’ Mr Him looked at the clock pointedly and reached for a second doughnut.
‘You take her in the car,’ I snarled. ‘I woke up with a major headache and you’ve made it a million times worse!’ I stomped into the lounge.
‘But I don’t know where to drop her off.’ Mr Him trailed behind me, rubbing a hand across his stubbly head.
‘Your daughter will show you.’ I pressed the eject button on the DVD player. Unbelievable, again!
‘But you know I hate that dance crap.’ Tearing into his doughnut with his teeth, jam dribbled down Mr Him’s chin. ‘She can’t even dance.’
‘Don’t you be so mean.’ I held up a hand. ‘I don’t give a flying toss what you think. You’re taking her. End of. And be supportive.’
‘But …’ stammered Mr Him.
‘I’ll collect her,’ I replied.
‘I’ll be over an hour late if I have to drop her off.’ Mr Him stuck out his bottom lip. ‘I can’t drop her off considering I’m already behind.’
‘You said you’re owed time. You can use it to be useful.’ I held up the DVD. ‘Really, Wayne’s Wife again last night?’
Mr Him shrugged. ‘It’s a hot film’
Disgust jumped up my nose. ‘You’re a sick pervert,’ I hissed. ‘I want this out of here.’
‘What’s the matter with you?’ Mr Him demanded. ‘Is it your time of the month,
you on the blob? You’re being a right narky bitch.’
I wanted to tear the tongue out of his arrogant mouth. ‘You never take any responsibility for anything and you’re always out. Stop watching her!’ I shook the DVD in his face.
‘Is it any wonder I go out when you treat me like this? You’re always nagging. You need to take a look in the mirror sometime, you ain’t perfect.’
‘You have jam on your chin.’
Mr Him huffed. ‘Wayne’s wife would lick it off. She’s perfect.’
I wished Daughter good luck at the dance show and locked myself in the bathroom before bursting into tears. Mr Him knocked on the door and said he hoped he wouldn’t get fired because of all this extra stuff I’d made him do.
Posted: 09:00 12 Sazements
Anonymous: Hope your fat gob end’s up with a fist in it. Get it thru ur thick head u ain’t nuffin.
Hey8tr: Don’t know how you even got a kid in the 1st place, am surprised someone shagged you. Prob had a bag over your head and did u from behind.
Anonymous: *High 5* “Hey8tr”, gud to see u found this site! U rock! I’d give it 1 as long as I cudn’t see its face and it keeped its skank-whore mouth shut.
GeoffBD: Get lost wimps, you’re bang out of order.
Hey8tr: I’d give it something to keep it quiet. Boo-ya suck on that, skank-whore.
GeoffBD: If I ever find out who you guys are, I’m going to smack you.
Anonymous: Shut it granddaddie, ur an old perve. U only wanna get into her knickers or wear her knickers. Bet she sends u her old knickers so u can sniff them. U wanna wear them over ur face ‘cos ur a pussy perve.
Isla1986hot: See girls in their knickers go to “Hot Girls Go Crotchless”.
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