Just read the latest Dreary and it's a bigger pile of junk than usual. LJ has really surpassed herself with this one as it's all over the place with mixed tenses and some garbled tripe about going to her car. I wonder what supplies she got in for Nic for Christmas? Really festive stuff like ground black pepper, spinach and a pot of basil maybe? And fancy, stamping her feet about not being invited to a funeral. They're not parties, woman!
Nobody loves me - nobody cares if I live or die. All together now (sings) 'All by myself . . .'