I've got a house. A fabulous house which is big enough for me and Sharpie! There's a spare room for when someone wants to stay and a study. There is a great kitchen, dining and lounge. Garden - neat. The back is a little haphazard because of Sharpie and all my daughters things are in the garage - but they'll soon be gone.
I've got a good car. A job. 3 years left on my wage insurance anyhow but....
I don't feel right. I walk around the cemetery every morning and I think what is the point? All these people probably planned; what for?
I wish something would happen. A good thing for a change!!! :(