Last night I confessed my daydreaming to my boyfriend in a roundabout way. Well actually it was 'as they say' like a confession dressed as a truth, wrapped up in an enigma, or something like that...



So I was offered my old job back and the money would be nice but not essential and he has commented recently on how happy I am away from that woman! We talked some more about money and what i actually do all day. I confessed I am writing a novel and he eventually coaxed the plot / theme…