Kitchen

A repercussion of Friday night. I had to take Monday off. It wasn't a very pleasant experience, the Polis were really nice, actually. In fact, I've never had any shit off polis that I didn't deserve. Not that I've had much, just cheeky teenage tomfoolery really. Friday night was terrible. I am going to help. But this is the last time. The very last time I will help.

'Never Again' is a promise that will always be broken.

Until?

One positive for me was that there was a woman in the waiting room who had to read her date of birth out. I managed to stifle a sharp intake of breath when I heard that she was 8 years younger than me.

Yep, easily pleased.