Poorly pig, poorly finances
I'm insanely worried (and ridiculously soppy and pathetic). Matilda the guinea pig has a golf ball sized lump on her jaw which was a mere swelling two days ago. It could be one of three things, a tumour, an infection or a cyst. I am hoping it turns out to be a straight forward cyst that can be surgically removed and then treated with regular flushes and antibiotics. This will inevitably cost many, many pounds, pounds which I do not possess, but as I will pay whatever it takes to enable her to chew the door frame again, I will probably have to sell my furniture.
This is Jilly McPanic reporting from the floor boards of an empty flat. 
"Where the fuck did the TV go?" "I wanna watch Mork and Mindy!"
