Love Is A Many Trousered Thing.

Here Is Another Marvy Glimpse Into The Gothic Basement That I Call My Mind.

I Don't Know What's Going On With Mum And Dad, But It's Weird. Mum Keeps Asking Dad To Do Things And He Keeps Doing Them Unfotunately, She Hasn't Said 'hand Over Your Money And Make Your Way To Europe!

At That Point Ms Fox Came In And Said, "hello, Carry On As If I Am Not Here." Then She Lay Down On The Floor.

When We Did Eventually Get To The Party - Me Walking Next To Dad's Volvo Driving At Five Miles An Hour - I Had A Horrible Time. Everyone Laughed At First But Then More Or Less Ignored Me. In A Mood Of Defiant Stuffed Oliveness I Did Have A Dance By Myself But Things Kept Crashing To The Floor Around Me. The Host Asked If I Would Sit Down. I Had A Go At That But It Was Useless. In The End I Was At The Gate For About An Hour Before Dad Arrived.

As She Left My Room I Knew I Should Shut Up. But You Know When You Should Shut Up Because You Really Should Just Shut Up...but You Keep On And On Anyway? Well, I Had That.