I Had Gone To Oxford

There's Nothing Like Your Mother's Sympathetic Voice To Make You Want To Burst Into Tears.

I Adore All Agatha Christie's Books And Turn To Them Whenever I'm Ill Or Need Cheering Up.

Our Whole Family Thrives Under Pressure. It's Like Our Family Motto Or Something. Apart From My Brother Peter, Of Course. He Had A Nervous Break Down. But The Rest Of Us.

For Years Now I've Kind Of Operated Under An Informal Shopping Cycle. A Bit Like A Farmer's Crop Rotation System. Except, Instead Of Wheat, Maize, Barley, And Fallow, Mine Pretty Much Goes Clothes, Makeup Shoes, And Clothes (i Don't Bother With Fallow). Shopping Is Actually Very Similar To Farming A Field. You Can't Keep Buying The Same Thing, You Have To Have A Bit Of Variety. Otherwise You Get Bored And Stop Enjoying Yourself.

We're All Confused, Samantha. We All Need More Time To Think. That's Life. Get Over It.