Sally's World

Am climbing the walls, I’m not used to forced imprisonment …I haven’t stepped outside the house for two days and I think I’m suffering from that illness you get from lack of sunlight…of course, living in London means you’re at risk of that all year round anyway…but I’m used to being out and about, charging around all over the place…

I’m a big fat hypocrite, the amount of times I have wished for a day indoors, now I’ve had 2 and I feel cooped up, like a caged animal…wired on too much coffee and sugar, I’m tidying things that don’t need to be tidied and cooking thinks that I certainly don’t need to eat. I can’t work because Deion is making demands for something very urgent (like jelly babies, drinks, another cushion for his foot) every ten minutes or so, but in between that I am fidgeting, on edge, not used to it, of course, I may now be on a come down from the thirty or so cups of coffee, and six mars bars I’ve had this afternoon…

Dave has to work tomorrow…so no hope of escape, but Sunday I am getting out…that’s just scared Trojan (Trojans Corner) if he’s reading this, because it is him who I am going to see on Sunday, and he now knows just what he is going to have to cope with…and another day to go yet!!!! I’ll be bouncing off the walls by Sunday …better have some camomile tea ready (or a tranquiliser gun!!!)