Last night I saw her. I was forced to. Her indoors was outdoors for a change so me and Pete Jnr were home alone with the twa dugs (her fucking dugs, no' ma fuckin' dugs!). The wee fulla was knackered so put him to bed early and sat my fat arse down on the sofa to relax when mutt number 1 starts whining like f**k. Tried ignoring it but it wasn't stopping and it was obvious he needed out. Usually they don't get their last walk until 10 or so and this was only the back of 8, I'd been planning to take them out once the wife was home. So as he was sleeping and I didn't want to do a McCann, nor did I want the dug to shite the floor, in desperation I chapped next door and asked her to sit in mine for five minutes. I made sure the dug shat as quick as possible for fear I'd return to find the locks changed and her squatting in my house, raising my son as her own. Hadn't seen her otherwise for some time now, which was nice. Now that I've been forced into contact with her though it'll likely be a way for her to try and speak to us more often again.