And my morning got lots better, only to get worse again, because I am a thoughtless, heartless bitch, no better than Kate.
And I have a Keats lesson, for which I hope to be accompanied by a bloke from Manchester with an unpronounceable nickname.
I can kick Kate's head in, no trouble. Would anyone like to offer to do the same for me? I need it, sometimes. Ach, I'm so stupid.