We decided I would take the following day off work. Jack certainly wasn’t going to complain, under the circumstances, and Gwen didn’t work anyway, so a day looking after me was great, as far as she was concerned.
I stayed at Gwen’s place that night; I didn’t want to be alone. I couldn’t handle it. So we stayed up most of the night watching all her great DVDs, especially all the ones with hunks in them, to try and make me feel better, such as Dirty Dancing (yes, again), Ghost, Cocktail (although the part where he goes off with the older tart didn’t really help), The Matrix (maybe what happened to me didn’t really happen because it wasn’t really the ‘real’ world?), Lethal Weapon (Mel Gibson’s bum always makes me feel better), as well as the usual original Footloose (Kevin Bacon’s moves were
