V is for Vicious Circle

I hate her I HATE her I HATE HER.

I wake up with the morbid tiredness that can precede a migraine. Why can’t she just leave me alone? I have little enough time to spend with the P’s but she wants to take even that away from me. I apologise and crawl back to bed after breakfast. Thankfully Mum goes out to explore - I would have felt dreadful if the bitch kept both me and Mum indoors.

I feel better for a days sleep and Mum and I make it out for an evening drink. (Mum champagne, me hot chocolate). I can’t help smiling at how rock and roll I have become - wrapped in a blanket sipping hot chocolate before retiring home into pyjamas on a Saturday evening. I have most definitely gone Pete Tong.

We shop locally because Dolores doesn’t want to eat out, again. Salad, roasted aubergines, sun dried tomatoes, stuffed pepperoni, ciabbatta and spaghetti with pesto. Not exactly the kind of feast stocked by the average British corner shop.

I congratulate Dolores on another victory.

Katy

(V is for Velveteen - Transvision Vamp)