I checked through the post, as I always did, to see if there was anything from Dad. He said he'd write when he was settled somewhere, but I can't call him because he doesn't have a phone. There wasn't any post for me, so I made myself a quick marmalade sandwich for tea, as I had to get to a planning meeting for the SADS - Shodsworth Amateur Dramatic Society. Tonight we would be discussing our next production - Grease. I was very keen to secure the role of Danny Zuko, or at the very least, Kenickie. In last year's Oklahoma!, I'd just missed out on the part of Curly McLain, as at the time of the audition, I had a horrid cold sore that kept splitting. I'd had to perform the song "Oklahoma" without moving my lips too much. I overheard the director say that I'd be perfect for the role if Curly had just suffered a stroke. I am currently cold sore free and my adenoids have all but cleared up. Surely it's my turn for a major part? Fingers crossed. When I left for the meeting, Mum was still sat at the kitchen table, staring into space. It must be so difficult being a woman; fancy having to agonise over outfits like that.