Fresh from university, T&A reader Debbie Read is all set to face up to life in the real world... just as soon as her favourite daytime TV shows have finished.

It's quite worrying just how quickly and how happily I've slipped into being an unemployed bum.

During my first few weeks of unemployment I was almost like a trapped bird. Desperately wanting to leave the house, I'd often go on walks around Bradford to alleviate boredom.

My family would come home to elaborate three-course meals, the washing and ironing having been done and any other chores around the house completed.

I'd sit and listen eagerly as they told me about their day and the outside world.

I suddenly felt that my education had been a waste as I was quite happy being a housewife without the husband or children Now, however, as the weeks have progressed, the three-course meal has gone down to one course if you're lucky and I can be bothered to make it before you get in. The ironing is just sat neglected, the washing undone. What happened?

Well, I got into a daytime TV routine - the one where you don't get dressed until at least lunchtime, if at all.

Instead of welcoming my family home and listening to everything about their day, I sit on the sofa, making grunting noises every now and then, whining when told to get off the sofa to let Grandma sit down.

My mother now does the vacuum cleaning around me, while giving me the evil eye - she'd told me to do it three days ago but for reasons I couldn't explain (putting sentences together is getting more and more difficult) I hadn't managed it.

The thing is, I didn't really put up much of a fight. I knew I was slowly becoming more and more lazy and that I was losing brain cells. I didn't even start to worry when the days merged into one and I couldn't figure out if I'd slept through a day or not.

The alarm bells didn't even ring when I was becoming really interested in who was the father in the DNA test on ITV's Jeremy Kyle show. But I didn't stop myself from watching Jeremy Kyle, or from sleeping in.

I didn't even try to figure out what day it was or try to read something other than a comic and gossip magazines. I just accepted my fate and sort of went with it.

One day I was full of energy and ready to get going - watch out world here I come etc etc, the next I was all groggy, the world could leave me alone thank you very much and I'd lost the art of conversation.

So how am I to get out of this rut? Is there any hope for me or am I going to forever be trapped in a daytime TV nightmare?

Maybe I could learn to help myself, and then get government funding to help others, set up a charity and a place where people like me could be listened to and looked after in a non-judgemental environment, then there'd be awards, OBEs, maybe Oscars.

Kirsten Dunst would play me in the movie of my life and a statue would be erected in the newly named Debbieville (previously London).

But at the moment, I really just can't be bothered!