Ok, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration. I have officially moved into Luke’s spare room and I am looking after him. With no income or savings I don’t even have any money in my pocket. I’m so lucky to have my parents still paying the rent on my flat, but when my mum asked me if I needed money I said no. If I told her I’d blown what little money I had saved on an outfit for Dylan’s wedding she wouldn’t be too impressed. So I am staying here, nursing Luke back to health and living off his money, which to be honest is make me feel like a bit of a tramp. Life is weird now. I hardly leave the house, unless I'm going to the shop or the coffee bar just outside the flat, and we’re pretty much living off take-away food. Right now this suits us just fine because neither of us are getting very good press. No one seems to care about the little details that prove the things in the press aren’t quite what they seem, people would much rather hate me for being a homewrecker. The nasty headlines still upset me, but I guess that’s what you get when you sleep with one of the country’s biggest stars.
