Spent the day out on the streets collecting more signatures for the petition to save our rural bus routes.

It was freezing cold. Finished up in Waitrose car park, late, in the dark, with Carol, Paul and Steve.

Wore the same jeans I wore last week, they are definitely tighter. Wore my flying jacket again too, (don’t know why though, it doesn’t work) which will mess up the photographs for the leaflets.

My girlfriends and I had arranged to have a typical girl’s night out on Friday - champagne cocktails, followed by a king prawn biryani!

They all text me during the week - I don’t know what it is about women, we just can’t write a two line text, they are never any less than ten.

I didn’t have time to read seven ten line text messages so I saved them until later, the later came in Waitrose car park. I read them at a moment when I realised I was about to be picked up, and should, at the very least, have been checking the lights were off!

Made my apologies and ran.

I Went out in the same clothes I had been wearing all day, no make up, and hair all over the place. I looked liked something the cat had dragged in.

My friends looked like extras from Stepford wives, beautiful, groomed and immaculate.

Oh well.

Just received a text message from family friend and GP, who is ski-ing somewhere in Switzerland, It reads:

“I am ski-ing like a god, I am invincible, I am eating black runs for breakfast”.

Yeah right - Who said MPs were full of themselves? I think they got the letters mixed up!