Rachael took the day off school and me, her, mom and Dave went up to Shrewsbury for the day. Mom and Dave were up to buy an engagement ring, and Ray and I were off shoppping for clothes.

And, I finally found the perfect dress for the 'prom' (I put that in inverted commas because I don't like to say it. It's not a prom in the American sense of the word - there's no King, Queen, etc etc. It's just a formal meal and dance for the Year Elevens).

Anyway it was only £30, but looks much more expensive. It's very long, blue, shimmery and quite low cut. I don't give a fuck about how much cleavage it shows either. I'm fed up to the back teeth of hiding away. Why should I? I've discovered that I'm not completely undesirable, so I refuse to hide and cover for the rest of my life.

And now I have just come back from watching another one of Hannah's shows. She's getting really good now - I'm so pleased of the kid!

Okay, I had more to inform on - but I'm really not in the mood now.