1.00 p.m. Witchy Poo called. Disaster averted apparently. She has been able to feed the children after all. If I was just a bit more stable of mind I wouldn’t let her over dramatizations of events get to me so much. According to her, in just the last few months; the children are going into care, she’s going to have the house re-possessed, the children are going hungry etc. etc.
No wonder I need psychiatric care.