Crazy 5 minutes

Reading myself back after one of my upsets is painful stuff. Funny this time last month I was like this.
Kizzy's been sat on my head for the past hour so I got up. Taylor wanted to go out. But only through the front door (bloody pain) and I wasn't willing to open the front door at 4am so we had a minor battles of wills that I won.
Last night Clarrie phoned me and set me right. She's so wonderful and another friend emailed me and was great as well. I'm sorry guys. All I can say is I'm trying (lol)
I had a weird dream about a huge fire engine in my drive way that's brakes were shot but they were still using it. And my Nan who died ages ago. She wanted us to put her tree up for Christmas but it meant using power from the fire engine. The fire engine was huge and smelly and covered in engine grease and I had black hands. I wasn't happy. No firemen though, bloody disappointing now I come to think of it.
Can't wait until next weekend to see Clarrie.
Abby's school play this week and I'm really looking forward to it. She's very nervous. She's never sung solo before. I've heard her do it home here and she's good. Hope her nerve holds. I did some Am Dram in my 20's and always loved it. It's so great to boost confidence and morale. Abby's teacher is married to one of our Physiotherapists at work. Hmm maybe there's a thought. I could join an Amateur Dramatics group. Maybe.