Chapter 29Angie was busy on the computer, making a list of adoption agencies she intended ringing on Monday morning. Later, in bed, while John slept and snored like a pig, she lay awake, unable to keep still. She got up and went downstairs; after lying on the settee for a couple of minutes, she had to walk around the room, trying to rid herself of the awful anxious feelings in her head. She wanted a drink but there was no alcohol. She considered taking an extra tablet, but decided against it for fear of turning into a zombie.
In frustration she made for the kitchen and opened the cupboards and drawers, pulling out the contents, smashing crockery, throwing things here, there and everywhere. Glasses smashed into tiny pieces. Tins were thrown askew and the contents of the fridge were strewn
