Last night I went to the takeaway and got there in time and again they let me in first, they gave me noodles and spicy chicken.

Then I went to the samaritans, it was ok, they got me a cup of tea. Then I went to soup kitchen, I got a cup of tea and the sandwiches were late arriving, and as the bully who grabbed me the other night turned up and I had had my takeaway leftovers anyway, I didn't stick around.

The council are supposed to be doing a headcount of homeless people tonight, but I know they wont find me.

I sleep all night but lightly some of the time, I dream that I have returned to the island and all is well, then in the dream I realise that I cannot be on the island and I am heartbroken.

I wake up and go to the market toilets. Then I go looking for stickers, I am unlucky today, I find 5 stickers but I cannot find a 6th sticker, which is what I need for a cup of tea, I go round and round, looking for the elusive final sticker, but there is no sign of it.
I have a wash. I nearly leave my jumper in the toilets.

It is a grey drizzly day here, as it has been for so long. It is supposed to clear up later, not that I mind.