The depression is still overwhelming, so are the bad memories, so it can be hard to be alone in the summerhouse at night, last night I accessed wifi from the summerhouse and tried not to be alone. A ladybird kept buzzing around me and trying to tell me it was a wasp, so when it climbed into my tin mug I put the tin mug out the door, which baffled me in the morning when I forgot I had put it out.

I woke early with my alarm and wandered dozily out of bed and out the kettle on, packed my bag and headed for the bus, the bus was nice and quiet and soon I was in town for tea hour at the market.
I had a wash and a wander, and here I am, the bad memories are hurting me too much.