It was one of those days, you probably know the sort, she'd only started cleaning the oven, and ended up on a rollercoaster ranting, being angry and crying like a baby.
Was it because it was Christmas? Or that the oven hadn't been cleaned for so long it was un-cleanable, in fact, it really needed chucking out. Sometimes, everything just comes to a head, especially at Christmas! Then she found herself, suddenly flea picking at her whole life, and existence, where had it all got her? The next statement of 'why am I such a failure' was so predictable.
She could have been anything! What is it, that it takes, to move her forward? What is it, that was missing from the piece of the puzzle?
