Jayeless

It’s Monday afternoon and I came back a day ago from my grandmother’s house, which is a long, long way from my own. But why would I have gone to my grandmother’s house in the first place? Ah. Well, that’s a long story, and one you may or may not wish to hear. But the fact that I did, and the fact that I was away from home for two days, means that (for today at least) I am getting my own way. Which is what every teenager wants. Read on…

I’ve been feeling good for the last couple of evenings. Can’t say much about the part of the day which comes before the evenings, but just recently, I’ve just been feeling overwhelmingly satisfied with a job well done at, hmm, let’s call it 7pm each night. For years now, I have been left concerned about my credentials as a caring and responsible, if slightly domineering, elder sister. I have tried, time and time again, to prevent her from turning her brain to mush through her abuse of one of the great plagues on our society. I have used every argument at my disposal, and every trick in the book when those arguments didn’t work, but nothing could stop her. She mushed on. But, at last, I have discovered the way to get her back on the path of the straight and narrow.

I simply haven’t let her know that Big Brother 8 actually started on Monday.