Last night I went to Film club. My friends had some bags of things there for me. A pillow, two new fleeces, a hat and gloves set, a shawl, socks, shampoo, chocolate, pringles, a torch, pens. These things were to make up for things that have been stolen.

The film was good. it is always hard to think about going outdoors after the film, I stayed and talked to my friends awhile and had a few cups of tea and coffee. One of them gave me a small banknote, I will use it to get the knickers that I keep forgetting to buy.

I went to my sleeping place and bedded down, it was a bit of a disrupted night because of revellers nearby and rain blowing in. But I slept and I dreamed another strange dream. I dreamed that I was in a classroom and I was being tormented and bullied by another student, an immigrant, I tried to speak to the teacher, who was somewhat like that brute of a diocesan safeguarding official, but she just laughed and said I deserved it, but just then another immigrant student came up to me and he was crying, he told me that he had been being bullied by the same student and it wasn't just me and he was sorry that I was hurting, I started crying as well and old him I was sorry for what he had been through, and we hugged and cried while the teacher just stood there.

I woke up and moved my bedding and headed to the market for toilet and tea and breakfast. I had a wash and renewed my library card and here I am. It is cold and bright outdoors.