oh, how sad

My poor mum...

She is devestated. She is in complete mourning status and refuses to speak, eat or watch telly, choosing to mope about the house, muttering phrases such as...

'I refuse to believe it...'

'It can't be true...'

and her favourite...

'What will i do now...'

There have been tears, silences, more tears, more silences. She is distraught!!

Who has died??? I hear you ask.



Her most favourite telly programme presenter Richard Whiteley of the more famous Countdown sadly passed away from heart failure yesterday and my mum is gutted!

Absolutley gutted!!

You should have seen her when she watched the news and found out. She sat bolt upright in her chair and screamed (yes screamed) at my poor father to 'turn it up... NOW.' My mum L.O.V.E.D. good ol' twice nightly Whiteley. She even applied to go on Countdown just so she could declare undying love for him. (Never had a reply, she sulked for days). She has even took today off work so she can grieve uninteruppted.

My poor mum!

Richard Whiteley, God rest your soul. I hope you get those angels solving your Countdown Conundrums...