Not me. I know where I am and where I'm going. As long as I keep the word 'evolved" in the very front bit of my mind where I can keep it safe, I should be able to tread a clear path to the conclusion. 700 words to go. And a couple of baskets of ironing to break them up. Some pals have offered to help me with my homework and are beavering away swotting up right now. I've said I'll publish their efforts - but that might be tomorrow now. Judging by what I've already received, it will be an education. For all of us.
Do you know what is really rubbish? Chocolate Philadelphia. I don't know what possessed me to buy it. I don't buy junk food. I think it was on special offer, and I thought: 'I'll try it'. Chocolate cheesecake in a tub - what's not to like? Well, it is ick. Neither chocolatey nor cheesy. Just a big gloop of poo-coloured sugar and fat.
I bribed Betty with biscuits today. She's a cheap date. Fun though...
Discovering that your wellies don't have a leak - it was just a sock falling off