Finally got the phone call about the three hours in-house sitting once a week for Ray. It was the usual pathetic rubbish. It goes something like this: "Hi, this is K returning you call. I've looked to see if we have the hours you want. I am really sorry to tell you the earliest we could expect to get you someone would be sometime in the New Year." Then lots of expressions of her sorrow, her sympathy for me etc. Did I forget - how she REALLY understands. Sure she does.

I'm coping, I'm coping, I'm coping.. if I say it enough it will be true.

I'm coping, I'm coping, I'm coping.. if I say it enough you'll believe it too.

I'm hoping, I'm hoping, I'm hoping...next time I have a few moments to spare.

I could shave my legs and colour my hair.

Not counting, not counting, not counting..six years and all that I've lost to the past.

Three days off twice a year seems to go so fast.

No losing, not losing, not losing..every thought of a life of my own.

Sacrifice everything is all that I've done.

It's worth it, just worth it, just worth it I know

And 'Till death do us part' is the name of the show.