I don't have to wait very long to find out if my life can get any worse.

When Lucy gets home from her shift, she has a bottle of wine with her. I've sneaked out of my room to grab something to eat - I don't have any chocolate cake on hand, but I settle for the remains of a chocolate bunny I got for Easter - and she catches me just as I'm trying to stealth my way back into my room.

"Here," she says, opening up the bottle of wine. "You need this."

After ...