Another day dawns, and my cherub drove me to hospital at 4am to get some chest pains checked out, turns out to be spasms and I am fed painkillers and sent away, it's boring but since I have had one heart attack one is constantly aware that another may be just around the corner.. After a cup of tea and a couple of hours sleep I drive her to the dreaded National Trust sweat shop, I pull up a couple of hundred yards from the door to allow her to compose herself, throwing up and weeping as she leaves the car we exchange the usual harsh words " go for the bastard, get her for bullying" I say, "No, I can't take any more, I just want it all to end, I can't face any more" is the reply. Today she is to get her work scrutinised again, the last time being Friday. I am sure we have enough evidence now to sink her without trace but my precious has no stomach for a fight, that's how bullies get away with it. Well we shall have to see what transpires today