I'm shattered. I couldn't sleep last night with trying to think of places to go on holiday. I had to get up at 3 o'clock in the morning just to stop wracking my brains going through places I could go and in the end I just decided I don't want to go to any of them. That's the problem. I just don't know what I want. I was nearly in tears the other day in Marks and Spencers, because I'm constantly having to buy food so your father can have his dinner on the table by 6 o'clock on the dot, and I just couldn't find anything to buy. I thought, I could just run away and leave, but then, it's too near to Christmas and I've just got too much on. I've got this gym membership, for instance. I've got to go there at least once every 2 months otherwise it's a waste of the membership. And then there's Evie to look after. I had to have her from 7.30 the other evening because her mother had to go on a bloody horse.
Anyway, will you go on Ebay, because I've decided I really like Beswick rams. There was this one with nice curly horns which I bid on for £16 and then in the last two seconds, somebody beat me to it. Makes you sick. I don't know how I manage to keep going, I really don't.
