Right, then. So it seems my dalliance with
Eve was the result of some sort of spell. 'Cause it wasn't simply that we had a day rather filled with nothing but endless... er, well, "things," as it were...
Pardon me, I seem to be recalling said things at present, slightly fondly in fact...
Where was I? Yeah, ah, seems I thought I fancied her entirely, body and soul, thought I loved 'er, I did. Quite insane, really, when I think about it now, how I in any way thought that was rational. The general rumour mill has it that we weren't the only folks affected. Whole sodding lot of 'em at Evil Incorporated appear to've fallen all head over for one another.
Now, not to say the events weren't entirely unpleasant, but I do think a great deal of alcohol is in order this evening. And a hell of a lot of space betwixt myself and the little minx might not be such a bad idea, either.