And that's when it fell off in my hand

I am soooo excited, I am over-excited. I'm hysterical, I may have to slap my own face in a minute at this rate.

Out on the moors, The lonely moors, I roll around in sheep poo. Heathcliff, it's youuuuu, I hate you, I love you tooooo. Let me in, I'm here, it's meeeee, Catheeeeeeee. Look out of your windooooow.

Mum said, "It is the thought that counts." And I said, "I know, which is why I am ringing the authorities right now. Anyone who thinks like she does should be locked up out of harm's way.

Here is my recipe for a mood enhancer. Take a friend, preferably one with a really annoying fringe and outsize pants, and when she is rambling on swiftly, push her into a ditch and run away.

Still, life carries on. Exams to be examined. Serious things to be thingied.

He said, "Hi, gorgeous," which I think is nice. I admire honesty.