After her death I had the job of clearing the house, where I found a large, hand-written journal.
Madge had recorded the details of every sexual encounter in her long life, from losing her virginity onwards. Descriptions of each act — size, stamina and marks for performance were all meticulously logged in a scholarly hand. Most were one-nighters.
I took it home and showed it to an incredulous Cathy.
‘Naughty old Madge!’ she said. ‘How many entries are there?’
‘Just over three hundred.’