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Gradually we get more business at The Lady Detective Agency and it begins to seem as though we might actually make a living from it one day. I’m over the moon because – all modesty aside – I think I have a natural talent for it. I’m getting better at asking the right questions on those initial phone calls, and we’re gearing up with lots more useful detective gadgets all the time. I’ve got to admit, some are quite fun, making us feel like female James Bonds, but I’ve learned you can’t rely on them. Technology always fails when you need it the most. It’s a bit like phone reception: when you need to call someone, and it’s a matter of life or death, you will have no reception. Happens every time!

I like to be a traditional investigator. Hiding behind a computer and a bunch of technology is the cheat’s way out. I prefer to feel I’ve used my brain and done some proper detective work to get results.

Paris and I are splitting our time between living in God’s Waiting Room with the parents and in our actual home in the barn. The divorce case isn’t getting any prettier, but otherwise life is good and I’m happy. Except that everyone seems to think I should start dating again, so I can look for ‘true love’. Pah! What’s that when it’s at home? Does it even exist? Or is it just a fairy tale invented by marketing types?

You know what I’m hating? Other people’s relationships. I’m absolutely sick and tired of them. They argue and bicker all the time, and it’s stressful to listen to my friends complaining of this or that about their other halves. Very worryingly, I think I’m becoming a ‘relationship basher’. I just have to read the newspaper to see all the horrors of cheating, wife-beating and general lies to wonder – what is the point? Why do people actually get together? When I look around me, I realise I don’t know any couples who are truly happy … or at least I don’t think they are. Even the friends who are getting married have issues. I think back to my own wedding day, when I knew in my heart of hearts I shouldn’t be doing it. What if everyone out there is the same? What if everyone is unhappy? What if relationships are a serious figment of fairy tales? The thought that true love is a total myth is highly disturbing but I’ve come to the conclusion it’s true. I don’t think real love between couples exists. There – see? – I said it!