Last night I woke up what must have been around a hundred times. Add to that a relatively early start to the day and what you get by lunch time is an exhausted and despondent Karen. The journey to Milton Keynes was long and fraught with pain and the loss of hope. Sometimes drastic measures are the only sort of measures that can be taken.
I ate my cheesy salad roll and saw Leanne and John out the house and off to Paris. Now I’m just sat here staring at the computer screen, ready to take on the arduous next four days. I’m still largely undecided as to what I’ll do after those four days, but for now it’s just one day at a time.