It started off pretty good on Thursday. My Mum picked me up from Cambridge, we had McDonalds and went all the way back to Berkshire in miserable weather and traffic jams. My favourite

Friday was awesome. I had the ONCE IN A LIFETIME oppotunity to see all seven Osmonds at Wembely Arena. It was such a good concert. So professional. And I surprised myself by knowing nearly all the words to most of the songs. Scary eh?

Also, it was so polite, so well behaved, because of course all of the Osmond fans now are all getting on a bit. My mum and her two best mates are in their late forties - and they seemed to be the youngest of them all. Sometimes I did think 'What a good advert for Tena Lady pants this is'

However, I really enjoyed it, and I'm an eighteen year old who the music has been imposed upon since I was little. They began with Crazy Horses then went straight into Down By The Lazy River.

Though there was one downside to this concert, and that was all these middle aged women and their fantasies about Donny Osmond. When Donny was doing his solo bits he began to sing Any Dream Will Do, of course, being one of the four main West End Josephs (The others being Jason Donovan, Phillip Scofield and Lee Mead, the legend that is) I was happy enough singing along...and then, on the big screen behind the stage, there comes a scene of the movie where Donny Osmond is wearing *just* a loin cloth.

MY WORD MIDDLE AGED WOMEN CAN SCREAM.

I turned and covered my ears. Much to my mums asmusement.

Anywho, we move onto Saturday, which included a huge trip to Ikea in Milton Keynes, which we bought a Wardrobe and Chest of Drawers for my Mum to go in her new room, which caused some kerfuffle, but all was well in the end. Especially as I refuelled my Daim bar fetish and got bought the odd little trinket. Including a WATERING CAN.

Later on, my Grandma bought an Indian takeaway for everyone. Apart from my Step-Grandad, as he is very set in his ways and likes his plain boring very homemade english food. He's also in very bad health, due to old age. He's blind in one eye, got diabeties, two replaced knee caps and so many heart problems. This makes him a tosser, in my opinion, as he expects eveything to be done for him, and if he doesn't like it, he will complain.

Going back to the Indian. Myself, my Grandma and Becca (five year old sister) brought it back from the takeaway and began getting it old and serving it up. Everyone else, who was eating it, was in the room. So that means my Mum, Step-Dad and Step-Nan also. So Ray comes in the dining room mumbling something like 'youve mad ethe house smell of onion' which is what I caught. Anyway, Stephen (Step-Dad) starts to have a go at him, and he retreats back to the living room. Then my Mum walks out crying, as she's seriously unwell at the moment and quite fragile, Stephen runs after her.

As if someone making my Mum cry is bad enough, Becca then walks into the dining room almost crying saying she doesn't like the shouting, as my Step-Nan accused Ray of being selfish and making my Mum cry. So then I'm holding my little sister, trying not to make her cry along with my grandma whilst my whole family is split up.

The indian was eaten in the end, as we all tried to help Mum feel better about herself. Afterall, she is going in for a week of radiotherapy starting from Tuesday, which isn't exactly pleasant.

Furthermore, when we all went to bed, I went to my room (the caravan) and started to watch some Life on Mars, only to find I couldn't get to sleep. This is because of three reasons: -

1. I had drank a lot of Cranberry flavoured energy drink for tea. Mega caffiene high.

2. I was so worried about my Mum and what could be going on for her in the next six months, along with the worry of not passing my exams, that I cried for about four hours.

3. I really badly needed the toilet, and the door to the house was locked.

This ended up with me having a BEASTY headache on Sunday, and not doing much else apart from a little revision, catching up on Doctor Who and a mega long bus journey home.

*sigh*

Can life just *get* any better?