Guilt

I have always suffered from an over sensitive guilt gland. It can strike at any time. I feel guilty for the most stupid reasons.

I have a very vague recollection of stealing a penny sweet once. I felt so guilty I blurted my confession to my Mum who made me go back to the shop with her to perform my penance, sobbing into the owner's chewing gum stand.

It's a bit like my over sensitive nature, I can cry at adverts and songs. Secret Millionaire is a killer. I blame my mother for both. She burst into tears over a baked bean advert once. You probably know the one; where a man comes back from working, puts a tin of beans on the hob and kisses his children goodnight.

She was in bits.

Anyway, I'm getting carried away. My point was I haven't been to the gym since Friday and I'm feeling guilty.

After reading Jenni's post I don't feel quite so bad. Although I have not been swinging hammers, visiting her garden or even climbing worms. Or whatever it was.

Besides, I'm seeing Mitch tomorrow so he's bound to make me feel awful for another few days.

On another note, we (read Jenni and Sarah - I couldn't organise a drink at a brewery!) have organised a charity quiz night to raise further funds for our appeal.

Tickets are £6 each for the event which will be held at the University of Kent at Medway on Thursday, April 15.

Call the newsdesk on 01634 227803 to book your tickets.

Keyan