good morning bloggypeople. I woke in a depressed haze this morning, I was going to walk to town but I realised I could walk to the post office up the road and get some money and get the bus. It was a misty morning, the summerhouse lady was getting her bike out so I stopped to say hello.

I still struggle to understand what she said last night, among other things she said I was an attractive girl, hm, I still struggle to understand how I can be attractive, I was the ugliest duckling you could ever have met and my image of myself is that I am ugly.

The summerhouse is not my home, it is just somewhere where I sleep sometimes, and now spring is coming I don't need much shelter.

I got into town and went to HM Revenue and customs, they recorded my new name and said I was due a small rebate. I must change my name more often.

Then I went to the benefits office, the lady there helped to sort out changing my name for the benefits, and she also advised me on how to change my Post office account to my new name, then I went to the dentist and showed them my new name, thankfully I have few enough people to inform of my new name. The new passport is the most complicated one.

It is warm and misty and sunny.