Sweethearts, I’ll have to shut up shop. Am in meltdown. After a two hour soul searching phone conversation with my father, cut short by my batteries dying, I thought 40 winks before the Angel returns awaiting dinner would be the ticket.
It was the ticket. To insanity. I devised most perfect plot – on TV. Except when I opened my eyes the TV wasn’t even on. So now I’ll never know the end.
Am going mad.
Hugs and kisses,