It’s hard to describe the atmosphere in the house over the next couple of weeks. Things really couldn’t be weirder if Gemma Atkinson turned up as our maid.
At first Scott seems to be there every time I go home – which is hard to get used to, given that his presence had been so rare before. He makes repeated attempts to talk to me about what happened, but I cut him dead every-time. I just can’t take his rejection.
This defies everything I’ve learned from the lifetime of study I’ve devoted to the agony aunt pages – and I’m certain that Deidre wouldn’t approve. I’m completely embarrassed. Forever ashamed. Permanently wishing I lived somewhere else. Like Mars.
I still haven’t discussed what’s going on with Dani and Katie. And I definitely haven’t told them what happened on the night of the
