I'm exhausted, as always, but I have to reproduce here my favourite bit of my favourite book; this is Elizabeth in I Capture the Caravan
'I look grim. I have thousands and thousands of pounds worth of clothes, I have the rosiest of prospects, earning obscene money for writing crap. I live in a splendid Grade 2 listed house in idyllic surroundings. I've nothing to look forward to as old age has already
grabbed me by the throat.'
Her brother adds, 'Well, that's been the outlook for years. Now why don't you shut your face and stop f**king whining?'
Hi DonnaVanessa. Welcome and good to have you on board *waves back*.