Been two weeks now, so I don't feel bad about moaning.
Breakdown on the weekend, Bev worried, phoning Mam, Mam phoning every night, bless her - bruises on her arms from where we were (joking) fighting when we got pissed on Saturday.
Meeting my new boss tomorrow morning to go over the job. So nervous I can't even eat.
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