Secrets

Sometimes I have a moan about my husband to my mates. I’m not talking character assassination – that sort of trash talk is plain nasty – but occasionally I’ll blurt out something that infuriates me.

And, no, I’m not going to go into details here. That would be monstrously mean (and possibly unjustified). Suffice to say, if your 23rd chromosome is XX, I’m guessing you’ve had your own blab or two.

Naturally, my good mates also confide in me. At least, they did. (They’re probably reconsidering it about now.) As long as these chats are good humoured and don’t descend into mockery, I’ve always thought they were perfectly healthy – a bit of emotional cleanse, tone and moisturise.

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From: Joe Hildebrand
Sent: Wednesday, 1 December
To: Undisclosed recipients
Subject: WikiLeaks

Hi all,

Er, look, this is a bit embarrassing but it appears that in the interests of freedom and democracy WikiLeaks is about to publish everything I ever said to or about anyone. I figured it’s better if you hear it from me first, so I thought I’d let you know what was coming.

Firstly, to my cousin Dan: When I was seven years old and me and my friend Chris wouldn’t play with you on the beach that time, it was because Chris said you had boogers and I agreed with him. I now accept that you do not have boogers. At least not anymore.

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