His and her's diary

[Mike]

Saturday June 18th

Hers

He was quiet, subdued, just not himself. Something was wrong. He hasn't kissed me all night. Not even looked in my direction.
I think it's another woman. I went to bed and cried. He followed me up later. I cuddled up to him & stroked his hair. He lay still.
Eventually we made love & fell asleep in each others arms.

His

England drew with Algeria.

F****** gutted.

Got a shag though.