The Mistress.

With only ten days remaining of my life as a single man, I went to say goodbye to my mistress.
I have, on many occasions, feigned being 'a good sort' and done the shopping solo at the nearby supermarket when, in fact, it is merely a ruse to be in the company of she of the white concrete. 'Er indoors is oblivious to it all, although she has sometimes asked if I knew where her Aveda products were.

My mill.......my love, goodbye.