Have been wallowing in nostalgia lately, mourning my lost youth. Think is result of unresolved issues around painful subject of Friends going off the air. When Friends started I was a giddy young thing of 22. The world was my oyster. I had youth, buoyancy, unlined skin and unlimited optimism. Now all these things have faded, replaced by the sad sad knowledge that in real life no one can afford a spacious Manhattan apartment on the salary of a coffee shop waitress.

Am also bitter because (as per entry of Feb 29) I do not have TV and will be unable to resolve issues by watching final episode and shedding a salt tear or two as I bid a poignant goodbye to my former self.

363 days a year I don't mind but....