Curses

Thanks, Rye Books, for providing an oasis of calm in my day. I popped in here to pull myself together after bursting into tears (really! How old am I - five?!) after being properly yelled at by a bloke who thought I was nicking his parking space. I wasn't. I thought I was doing him a favour by pulling into a space to let his car pass mine in a narrow, busy road.

How is it even possible for anyone to get so angry, so quickly?

Right, I've had enough of this week. Half Term's coming up. Time to ditch the routine, ban homework (and all talk of school), switch off the screens, get out of Peckham and go and do something more interesting instead. I think I need to stroke a lamb.