It's his fault! We had everything. A lovely home, a dog, then she turned up at his work and he started staying later and later. Said he had meetings to attended and important people to see. I was a fool. How much work could a Lolly-pop man need meetings for? He went of with her. I must have read the dear Susan letter about a thousand times, I don't know message just wouldn't sink in. I got really depressed. Doctors pill were rubbish. I lost me mind, me house, me dog ran away! And all me friends where his! All I want is a bit of love! Is that too much to ask!
Oh sorry, I hadn't realised you'd stopped talking.