Its at this point I realise I probably shouldn't be exchanging cakes for money without this hygiene certificate. Its illegal. Oh. But I'd bought loads of cake ingredients in advance for this week that I couldn't afford.
Well for starters I changed back into Joy. Wasn't too difficult as I'd never quite got to grips with being an alter-ego.
Wake at 5.50am feeling like death. That'll be the Fibromyalgia. Every day is like waking up with a hangover. Its why I rarely drink these days. But when I do I really appreciate it!
In a word, no. Probably not, due to acquired disabilities. I worked from 7am to 1pm in a bakers and I absolutely loved it. £5 a shift. Bread was baked on the premises, smelt divine. And who wouldn’t want to…