Sunday

Good morning peeps,

Welcome back.
I didn't feel like writing and I have been very busy.

I didn't mean to turn this blog into the other blog but for a while it was easier for people to access information from this blog.

I still don't feel like writing.

Since I moved house, my work took off, and I am writing this with my hands full of thorns and I am a bit sunburned. I was working in the sun yesterday. Still, at least I get Sunday off.

Jersey Safeguarding Partnership have launched an onslaught recently, because the dignitaries in Jersey want a consolation prize for the Steel report, and the safeguarding partnership whitewash is the only one that they can use to hurt and discredit me further.
The Bishop would have published the Steel report if he had not been prevented, which shows how psychopathic he is, as the report was a coverup and an attack on me.

Anyway, during the night, as a result of the recent onslaught by the safeguarding partnership, I was having nightmares, the same nightmares every night.

I woke up this morning to a quiet morning, I knew it must be early if it was quiet. No people gossiping as they went to get their papers.
The sea is grey with mist, and the great hill is blurry with mist.

I am having coffee and lots of toast for breakfast and watching Mel and Joey before the Hollyoaks Omnibus is on. I am also reading a Shane Dunphy book and a study skills book and typing this, the thing is, ADD can be used to your advantage, I call it creative multi-tasking, and because there aren't enough hours in the day for everything I need to do, this is how I live.

I stopped writing this earlier and the Hollyoaks omnibus is nearly over.
It is still misty outside but the sun is due to break through.
I have chicken and roasties or wedges with salad for lunch but I am not hungry yet.

When I moved here I was without a fridge, but now I have a fridge with freezer compatment and ice tray and ice cubes.

Well as I have told you, this flat is a makeshift, it is next to a pub and the noise and being hassled by drunks is not nice. But on the other hand it isn't all bad. Max has a permit for me to park him on the cliff, but I am uneasy about him being over there alone, the bluebike is locked at the industrial estate and I am here. I don't really like being separated from my family this way, so I guess this is a six month stop before I find a quiet refuge where I can write.
Saying that, I have got 42,000 words of a manuscript done since I moved, but because I have jumped a grade with my next music exam and of course university is going to be harder in the next year, I need to start factoring more time in for study and prep.

Work is hard in the hot sun and it is nice to have today off, even if the day is already flying by.
My day off today is about paperwork, cleaning the flat, reading, car boot sale and preparation for the week's work.