Just finished a fantastic book about the Mitfords, Letters between six sisters. So intimate, and when I think of last week I didn’t know anything about them suddenly I am an authority and feel as though I have lived the last 80 years with them. There is one surviving sister, The Duchess of Devonshire…she’s 90 I think. I think of her as Debo!!!!

Yesterday felt foul all day…I decided to wean myself off the wonder drug, but felt so nauseous and headachy as a result, I gulped it down last night pretty damn quick. Today I am floating. Love it. Is this the start of the delicious slippery slope?! Sadly only have one left. I shall ring the doc and see if he can give me some more. My back is fine…I am treating it with supreme care…not even swimming, as I feel the breast stroke kick is maybe not the best thing. But no sciatica and that is the best as that was what kept me walking the floor when the pain was at its worst. I have such a pile of painkillers sitting on the side board…opiates and so on….maybe I should find a corner and sell them like on The Wire!!!

Sadly we are on the last one, Season 5. We are so addicted, and watch 2 episodes a night. How will it end?