This is the message staring at me while I type this entry. My brother’s medicine notes are everywhere. Its all quite morbid. My dad still isn’t better. Yesterday he thought he was on a plane and my mum was the pilot. I don’t know what he said today. I’m feeling quite stressed out, not sure why, fed up of just waiting. So I met up with Marylou today and we had an afternoon of fun in Uxbridge, first time in AGES! I let everything off my chest, so felt better, until I got home and remembered why I was sad. And its not because the Hogs Head is now a Slug & Lettuce.