I thought at first that the world-wide-web might help - that it might be a way of getting through to someone, anyone, who might want to talk to me. So I took a photo of my boob and published it on the internet.

It didn't help. All I got was a junk emails from a man telling me I had won the Spanish lottery. I hadn't.

I did have a lover, once. It was many years ago. He was a wonderful man, who didn't seem to mind that I have no opinions and no real desire to be alive. I don't know what happened to him, though. I moved down the road and I think I forgot to tell him.

I'm going to go now. I've run out of things to say. Actually, I ran out of things to say a long time ago.

I tried reading a book once, but it didn't help.

I've got an email address: lonelyhousewife (at) ruthpickett.co.uk - which I check every half an hour, even though no one ever emails me. I've also got a Myspace page: www.myspace.com/lonelyhousewife_boob

Bye.