My Blog Mojo has been gone for sometime. I haven’t written something worthwhile in fucking months! Please come back, Mojo, all’s forgiven.
I don’t remember if I did something to upset, Mojo. I don’t remember chasing him off or saying something to piss him off. I can’t recall leaving the toilet seat down or forgetting to sprinkle his favourite condiment on his packed-lunch. I’ve been putting my dirty clothes in the washing basket and cleaning up the dog shite.
Oh Mojo, I miss you.
Perhaps Mojo is just not attracted to older women. After turning 40 a few weeks back, Mojo has been avoiding me and not returning my calls. Do you think that Fucker is cheating on me?
I even knitted him a jumper.
Could Mojo be lost at sea or hiding out Hermit-Style. Do you think it’s possible I threw him out with the rubbish last week? The bin men never mentioned any blunder.
I don’t think I neglected him or miss his birthday. Do you think I failed to notice that he got his hair done or that he’d lost some weight?
Okay now I’m getting concerned that someone has kidnapped him or hijacked and he can’t phone me.
Oh Mojo come back! All's forgiven
Now go and caption a daft photo of mine and make me smile, Plonkers.