The Ex got in touch yesterday. He was feeling pretty sorry for himself having been involved in a second roadside bombing incident. An IED blasted the door of the vehicle he was travelling in, into his leg. He said he thought he was going to bleed to death, and that he would have lost the leg, had it have been in the footwell (rather than on the dashboard, I would expect). He may be over dramatising, but I imagine he is still a bit shaken up. I had been doing very well not thinking about him since my trip – three months away from the normal routine made it easier. Now I am having to work quite hard at feeling contented with the world of singleness and internet dating. Boo.

As an aside, I really want these shoes.

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