It's May 2015 and terrible things happen to Jack around trains or stations. Going forward after this terrible cry, she decides to put. herself. first.
Morning! So it’s Monday, and after a week of doing Live Below The Line followed by a week averaging two hours sleep a night while Election Mania raged, I broke down in the Ladies at Paddington train station yesterday – and not at the injustice of having to spend 30 pence to spend a penny, either. Exhausted, ragged, ravaged, rugged, ruined, I stood with my back to the cubicle door and sobbed my heart out, for no single determinable reason. And I realised that in The Great Fight Back that has to happen now, I was in no fit state to be any use to anyone. So I decided, that as of tomorrow (today now, as it was yesterday), I was going to mend myself. And perhaps time Live Below The Line better next time, giving it a wide berth from any large stressful events, like a General Election.
) on some anti Tori page. Her ‘I’m now crying into the cat’ tweet. I did smirk when someone wrote, ‘Poor cat.’ 
I unfollowed the page, not down to her but trying to make my feed less depressing. Now THIS tripe! I’ve just written out and then cancelled a reply saying ‘She most certainly does NOT share a background with Angela Rayner and is very comfortable now. However, she likes to centre herself in everything she can to make more money.’ I realised I would come across as a dick so I didn’t post but it has enraged me. The original reply mentioned she got a tin of chickpeas and pears... darn it, so close to the heralded peach and chickpea 
