Lucky Woman

To do: Call in on Onion, check she has enough heroin...

To do: Tues pm. Tescos: pizza bases, frosted Shreddies, Coke. Is football kit clean?!

To do: Wed. Dress Mrs Golightly's ulcers, new patient, check Onion last thing, tkd.

To do: REPORTS!

She was a terminal care nurse with a despressive alcoholic writer of a husband and two spotty teenage sons to deal with as well as her many patients. And a rabbit.

Too much work. Too much bureaucracy. Never enough money. The last chink of light was the martial arts.

He was clearly all kinds of trouble. Hideous facial tattoo; shaved head; Harley.

He was also lying to her, just like everyone else.

And just like that, her life blew up. Literally.