Portugal: Week Two Continued...

Day 11: The missus has read my previous day’s entry and is not amused.
‘People I know read your blog and it makes me out to be some kind of harridan.’
‘But I only write the truth…’
‘Well you can’t because I never said “Of course…” when I mentioned you were my second husband.’
‘You did!’
‘I didn’t!’
‘Well you meant to. I could hear it bubbling under the surface.’
The missus smiles. This is sometimes not a good thing.
‘What I meant to say was that I married a blithering fucking idiot. And don’t include that either!’
‘I won’t…’

I lied.