The relationship is over after seven months, on and off, and I am glad; a weight has been lifted and now I feel that I can move on. I am free. To be honest, and I hope that you will not think me too unkind, he was not my perfect man really. Yes, he had something nice about him but he was rather too old for my liking (and, sorry to be so superficial, not good looking enough). Despite his supposed great intelligence, our conversation was extremely limited; although not exactly bored, I felt not quite in tune with the man and sometimes found myself daydreaming about more exciting things. I guess we were just out of time. Is it terrible to admit that I prefer virile and handsome men?

Do not think that I am writing in such a cavalier fashion in order to hide my injured feelings; I was the one who called it off when I had had enough, when there was nothing more I could do. I wish I could say that it was good while it lasted but, unfortunately, our relationship blossomed only in our final two days together; and yet, I am grateful for the blossoming, otherwise our seven months together (on and off) would have been a complete waste of my time.

If you are one of my treasured followers of my blog you may have an inkling of whom I write, and you would be correct in suspecting that I have finished my commission to draw Arthur Ransome, the famous English author of “Swallows and Amazons.” Therefore, the relationship is over at last and I am exceedingly happy. How did the final piece work out? It is not for me to say – why don’t you judge for yourself? But please don’t advise me to make any improvements… I really have had enough of him. No offence meant, Arthur.