[Meredith Hiya. How’s it going. I know I haven't written for a while. Sorry. Honestly I couldn’t be bothered. Probably just as well for you. You don’t get mood swings like a bloody demolition ball. As you well know, after a round of this, I feel like pants for days on end. Heavy as a boulder falling off a cliff. I tumble and everything stops making sense. Even this pile of rubbish. Now I’ve got to take Ruth to the nursery. I see the stairs which may as well be Mount Everest. And then to school. Oy. An endless walk. All for what. Just a long, long day. How people have the energy... I’ll never know. But what do I know. Or care. <                                                     >