damn bloody woman
my mother has written to the queen, apparently, about me and the girls and their dancing.
the queen has apparently written back
mother won;t open the letter until I am there.........grand opening ceremony or some such
I said no! (makes a change doesn;t it)
aunty asked why, so I told her all about DD3 and her bloods and etc, me almost dying.....basically I still feel shite, not able to handle them both, DD3 has many appointments......I don;t wanna go.
aunty has decided that I am lying about me, cos I could drink milk when I was a baby....and DD3 is not that bad and I should seek specialist attention for her as she has not started her periods yet so how can she has a cyclical sume-such (she clearly has not understood me, nor wants to, and I am fed up with having a sore head from all the banging against walls when I speak to her.
she has now ruined the day that has rain in it and is so slightly ruined abyway
and I am cross at rising to her.
right, on with packing food and running away from all this shite!!!