yesterday evening I was restless so I caught a bus to one of the neighbouring towns and had a walk along the beach and a cup of tea, then I came back. I shouldn't be spending money, but the mission lady gave me a banknote yesterday and I have my giro money as well.
There are so many bed and breakfast places in the other town that I would be bewildered if I decided to go in a bed and breakfast on payday.

I came back to my town and settled down in my sleeping place, weekend nights are always disrupted by drunken shouting, and I am woken at 4am by such shouting, but I sleep again and it is nearly 8am when I get up, this is ok because there is no-one around on weekend mornings.

I go to the market toilets, this is always a hurried dash in the morning because when it is light I wont use the bushes as a toilet, too risky.
I get a cup of tea and wander over to the shopping centre, I sit in there and watch tv on the big screen sometimes, and as I do that now, some people come and hand me a religeous tract, they dont try to evangelise though.
A boy wanders past in school uniform, and I say out loud 'school on Saturday? Thats not right.' He turns and looks at me and carries on. I remember how in Main village some of the grammar school children had saturday school.

I go in the shopping centre toilets for a wash, they are better than the market toilets and I get a good wash and change my underwear and socks and bandage my leg as it is hurting and awkward.

Then I go back to the market and get a cup of tea and some breakfast, a load of police turn up, I can't go living in fear of the police and they were quite reasonable the other night, so I carry on enjoying my breakfast and then it is library time.