That time when I couldn't stop bawling

Like this afternoon.

We had it all organised, then the secretary emails me, the doctor is on leave mid August, it wasn't written in the book.

If Big A can't get someone to cover him in July, then Small Man and I will have to go on our own.

No big deal?

It is when you can barely go to the supermarket on your own.

I am sensing some thinly veiled scepticism from a few people STILL.

You know what?

F*ck off.

I don't need it.