Oh no! I wake up crying and really hate myself for doing this because I never seem to be able to lift my mood when I do. So I lay there wallowing in the unfairness of it all and the dog licks away my tears. I would like to think it's because he knows I am miserable and upset but the reality is the poor little thing is absolutely busting for a pee and probably a poo and I realise I must get my fat ass into the shower…