I know I bang on about this. I’m sorry. No I’m not sorry not one little bit. I’m not so you can sod off.

I just feel ill all the time. This is wearisome, I can tell you that for nothing. Don’t even try to lecture me, how things will get better, because I will find you, and it won’t be pretty or pleasant. I will find you. And I may well kill you. That is a distinct possibility. Unlikely, but possible.

And it is pissing down with rain, and self-pityingly I am majorly pissed off!

I hope you have a nice day. Mine is not looking too good.