last night I walked home, it was quite a hard walk but I made it, I had enough milk to make tea and I tried to cook a tin of sausage and beans on the hexamine burner but it didn't cook well.

It was very cold and windy outside and I cuddled down in the blankets with the radio on softly to drown out the crashing wind.

I slept but I had the saddest dream ever, I dreamed that I was standing outside my Dad's study door and I could hear dad crying inside the study, I knocked on the door and asked if he was ok, I asked if I could come in and give him a hug, I went in and he was sitting on his wheeled chair where he spent most of his last two years, I hugged him and it seemed to comfort him but the chair kept wheeling away beyond my reach while dad looked helpless, in the dream his disability was not a stroke but a badly damaged back and I wondered vaguely about back transplants.

I woke up crying in the early morning and phoned the samaritans, I got through to a gruff northern man, they are always the best to speak to, and I told him about my dad and my family and the dream, then when I finished speaking to him I made tea with the last of the milk.

Then I went to check the times of the services at the local church, and got there in time for 8am communion which contained the worst sermon I ever heard, then I came back to my summerhouse for a wash and breakfast,
then back to the church for the next round, the next service was too crowded and noisy for my migraine so I went outside but someone came out and chatted to me and took me back in to the foyer area and got me hot drinks and a food parcel including some milk, so that was ok.

Then I came back to the summerhouse to sort my things out, I sat there and sorted my things and cleaned and cleared up, the lady who owns the summerhouse appeared with some mail for me and gave me a kind of message about my friend who I fell out with, it sounds like things are getting better :)
The letters are helpful but there are two missing, I wonder why they haven't arrived, one in my benefits money, so I will need to do something tomorrow.
Today I am not walking into town but tomorrow I will.
It is nice to rest, I have food here and it is freezing outside.

I went over the road to try and access wifi in the travel terminal but it wouldn't connect, so I washed my hair in the disabled toilet washbasin and dried it under the drier.

I really am having a food allergy problem, hives and upset stomach :(