His and Her's Diary;
Page 1 Saturday
Her's:
He was quiet, subdued, just not himself. Something is wrong, he hasn't kissed me all day. Not even looked in my direction. It must be another woman. I went to bed and cried. He followed me up an hour or two later. I cuddled up to him and stroked his back. He lay still, staring into the dark. Eventually we made love and i fell asleep in his arms.
His:
Ireland lost again in the Rugby. F#cking gutted. Got a ride though!