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Another fine mess

Sammy and I finally had the big, sobbing, wailing talk about her MS. Jesus we're a pair of eejits. But fucking hell - having your adult daughter, a mother herself, diagnosed with a potentially life-shortening, incurable disease when you're in the depths of a nervous breakdown is almost as bad as being diagnosed with said disease when your mother is off her fucking trolley.

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And since writing that I've had a row of sorts with Sara who is now saying she doesn't know if she wants to come up to Sammie's as she's knackered - she's been working long hours at Asda as well as trying to get her college final coursework done.

Since we last saw them, Sammie had to tell Tony that his (half)brother was in prison - he'd picked up that something was going on and became violently anxious about people leaving even for short times. Me going to Italy was the last straw. She didn't tell Tony what he'd done - he was described in the tabloids as evil, and I can't begin to imagine how best to present that information, but certainly not when he's eight years old.

With a bit of luck Sara will come tomorrow, we'll all have a bit more of a cry when we get there and a cuddle and everyone will have their say, then we'll go out on the razz in Chesham. Probably to a garden centre, where Sammie and I will buy plants and Sara and Tony will play stalking each other, and piss people off.

After all that heavy-duty stuff it almost feels superficial to mention the bamboo, but bugger me, it's got tiny green shoots bursting out all over. I am so relieved, that fucking plant cost a fortune and went from this:

to the manky looking thing you see here on the right in no time at all:

Now I've gone and melted my coffee pot - the stove-top espresso jug. Set the smoke detector off. The handle on the side and the one on the lid, dissolved. I haven't touched the pot yet, just opened the door to let the smoke out. Fuck.

I think some jolly music is called for, so I'm off to find some...

Well, jolly isn't the word, but going back to that CD CV thing I started ages ago, I couldn't only choose one song I wish I'd written, but these two are contenders