1000!

This is my 1000th post- yay! But the sad fact is I am devastated. I have had the most dreadful dream. I was married to Hugh FW which under normal circumstances would be a lovely experience, I would be a free range organic bird trotting off to the shops with a blank cheque book but in my dream he was a brute of a man. He caught me straining strawberries by the Aga and my dear readers that was it. I fought back bravely and I shouted that "I'm bored here, you wont let me do anything!" and then I woke up.
Last night the wife and I tried to buy some Bach flower rescue remedy in Tesco, the shelves were clear which I took to be a sharp indicator of how far the Recession Depression had hit. The shoppers in my local Tesco are normally a chipper bunch but clearly things were on the fritz.
The rescue remedy is supposed to chill you out and help in times of anxiety but the label is wrapped around the bottle so you can't see inside. Thing is, you don't know how much you have got left so you are in a constant state of worry that it's just about to run out - if anything is going to get your knickers in a twist then that will.