You know those days when you’ve got something awful to do? Like a nasty appointment with the bank manager, a nasty dental appointment, or just simply going to work? When the first thing that pops into your mind is a huge, groaning ‘OH NO’? Well this is one of those mornings. I’ve got so much to think about today, so much to do, that I wish I could delegate it to someone else. Or just go back to sleep for a month or two. Ideally, I’d have someone take over my life for the next few days, and when they’ve finished all the crap stuff they can give me a shove and say, ‘OK, Saskia. All the bad stuff’s over now. I dealt with it. You can inhabit your life again.’ Unfortunately that doesn’t happen, so I’ve got to sort it all out myself. I turn on my side and watch Kirstan sleeping. I know I made the right decision about last night. There’s no doubt in my mind about that at all. At the same time, I don’t want to turn into one of those spoilt bitch types who’ll use someone like Franklin for a couple of years, get a load of nice, expensive stuff and then dump him, even though he’s never been that pleasant to me.
