Well I dreamed about university again and was reluctant to leave the warm peaceful bed.
It was raining outside, and I thought that would slow me down doing the papers but it didn't, but it was still dark when I got home.
I am still having repeated premonitions about Jersey, which usually means church and press attacks.
I have done my interactive programmes and I have therapy this morning, but the weather is too bad for gardening work. Which is bad as I need some money.
The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.