I must not moan.
I must not moan.
I must not moan.
I must not moan.
repeated twenty times...
and I know I should count my blessings and be grateful for what I've got etc. etc.
but really....
I want to moan for days about groups, committee's, making dinner. doing the washing, bored of changing sheets, having a name that is not Mummy, not trying to be nice all the time, having a clean house, not being able to lie in bed for days on end drinking beer or smoke fags, or swear all the time, or even show my bras without being 'alternative'.
But I won't. Because I am a nice girl in training. And the bitch is being suppressed for the next ten years or so.
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