I wake up at 7.55 am, I get up and go to the market toilets and then to see my market friends who get me tea and toast, then I go to the daycentre to have a shower and to give my hair the thorough wash out that it needs after being cut yesterday.
I go to register with the dentist round the corner and I go to get my NHS number for them from the doctor and make an appointment with the nurse for this afternoon, I go back to the dentist and they offer me an appointment on November 4th, I hesitantly ask if they have any appointments sooner, they offer me an appointment tomorrow. I need a dentist to make me a mouthguard as I grind my teeth in my sleep and that has already broken a tooth.

I go back to the daycentre for a donut and coffee, then i go in the library and to the other daycentre, in the other daycentre there is a man who says he thinks he recognizes me, I say I don't recognise him, and I ask him if he has been to the protest site, he says no and asks about it, I encourage him to support the protest, why? because I get to keep the tent and the food and drink if the protest continues, no, actually it isn't just about what I can get, I think the protesters are very brave and forward looking.

I seem to be making new friends all the time at the moment, I don't know why, are people friendlier here? is it because it is a different place? the church aren't influencing things? I don't know, I only know I am tired and no amount of friends will take away the screaming injustice that troubled me in the early hours and troubles me now, it festers, I want someone to hear me, but no-one hears me.

I went back and rested in the tent and had food and tea, now I am back in the library.