Wednesday

Two of our children have had excellent news today. Thrilled for both of them. If one wasn't in Belfast and another in London, we'd be celebrating!

Work was ok. Neither Nicola nor Sarah were in today and I missed them both. One of the old ladies told Carol to take a seat and "she", meaning me, would get her a cup of tea. My cardigan stank of old man poo because one in particular always has s**t caked in his finger nails and has to grab hold of me to get from A to B.  I find him particularly revolting.  

Carol is retiring. Sarah is 64. Nicola annoyed at working so hard for a pittance. I am on the brink of having had enough.