Today is my fourth day of no work and on the scrapheap of life.  I have dropped my little boy off at school and walked the long way home through fields which was very theaputic and all visions of me throwing myself under a train as I crossed the track disappeared.   So here I am trawling the internet for jobs which don’t seem to exist.

I could get really mad at the injustice of it all specially when you hear how some people you once had the misfortune of knowing, lets just call them the Witches of Eastwick, say ‘we won’t miss her after all she didn’t do anything’. Well Miss Smart, for your information, I did do something but it was all beyond you.  So lets put all the bad things behind us and move on because that’s what survivors do, they use the lesson’s they have learnt and are strong enough to realise these little people who have caused them harm are nothing and will be left in their own strange deluded world whilst we travel to the next adventure.