I regained my internet access, only I keep having to log back in.
I managed to find enough stickers for a cup of tea.
The protest camp keeps growing. There was an ambulance there earlier.
I have stashed my food parcels, had a cuppa and I am here on and off till 8pm, then I will go to the Samaritans.

Do any of you think I am wicked, malicious, a troublemaker and all that? do you think I am to blame? The church have given me every kind of a bad name that they could think of.
Well, anyway you can't answer my questions properly if you don't really know me or haven't heard my full story.

I have been amazed by the lovely positive things people have said about this blog, but as yet I cannot get down to writing what is really on my mind, and so it stays in my mind and hurts me.
And I am sure that the church will try to close this blog down if I do write it, but write it I will. Because I need to be heard, and the church have silenced me with their louder voice for a long time, and that gag is killing me because they have done wrong and no-one hears me, the church have the louder voice because they will avoid any liability at all costs, even the cost of a life.