Save Kate!

Save Kate From Complete Destruction!!!!
My life appears to resemble that of an apple. You see, One miniute, I am sitting quite happily in a bowl, the next a great big yucky horrible theiving hand comes and grabs me.

Does it :

a.) Gobble me up
b.) Drop me and watch we roll around on the floor
c.) Peel off all my skin
d.) Take my centre out

You have all three life lines left. You can go 50:50, ask the audience or phone a friend. No? You're going to take the money. OK ladies and gentlemen, give him a big round of applause, Gordon Bennett goes home with sod all.

The answer of course would have been b.) drop me and watch me roll around on the floor.

Are you thinking what I am thinking? If you are, you are thinking "oh dear I think she needs to be taken away and locked in a crazy house". Well, if you are thinking that, then I am afraid to say you are dead right. Yes, they have finally found me. Give up all hope of ever seeing me ever again. I am being flown off to the island of naweegey-bop-a-swa-roo early tomorrow morning where I will be tortured for the rest of my small burst of life. I will be made to eat cabbage and lettuce and carrots. There will be no trousers and I will be made to wear dresses and skirts. Everything will be pink. I will be stranded in a room of pretty little girls all happy and smiley with blonde ringletts, sandles and knee high socks. They will sing and play. They will dance and giggle. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Save me now from complete destruction. You have approximately 12 hours in which to free me. You must write to my capturers at this address and send them a long letter of why I should not be taken away. You all know that I am completely sane. I am not scatty. I am not loopy. I am sane. Write now before it is too late:

save_kate@sitewithnoname.freeservers.com

This is my campaign address and is the only way you may be able to save me from absoloute depression in a world with no Winnie the Pooh. No Tigger. No Eeyore. No Piglet. No Rabbit. No owl. No any one. Not even my long term boyfriend, Christopher Robin. They said they will still find me even if I hide deep down in the hundred acre wood, where Christopher Robin plays. I will be a no one. They will give me a number instead of my name, and i will be completely forgoten, not a friend in the world.! It will be hell, awful. So save me, I beg you. Even if just one of you writes to them, they may postpone it long enough for me to get a larger campaign going. Help.

Could you let a poor little me (10 years ago) be faced with such terror?
Ok, so I used to do daft things like dress up in very strange outfits for the sheer hell of it. I even used to stand that close to my brother. Things are different now. So, i run into the occasional shed, I fall over every so often, I foret what I did two minutes ago, but surely thats no reason to send me away to a land of scary wizzy wozzles is it?

save_kate@sitewithnoname.freeservers.com

This is NOT a registered charity.