I woke at about 4.30 this morning, and by 10am I had started writing page 125 of my book.
A typical book is 250 -300 pages, some books are more than that.
So if this was a 250 page book then I would halfway through. But I think it will be more than that.
I also found time for a shower and some breakfast, there was only one slice of bread left for toast so I had exploding porrige.

I have been to the daycentre and had a quick cuppa and read a book, Cheerful showed me that he got a mention in the Big issue, and Gloomy ignored me, which he does sometimes, cos he's a Gloomy so and so.
My pal with the dog was struggling to sell any Issues, but I was doing ok cos I got two stickers out of the bins. I now have enough for a cuppa and one spare sticker.

I got a chip butty for my lunch and sat sadly on the gallery wall, losing the gallery has ripped part of my heart out, it was a refuge, a place where I felt normal, somewhere to shelter, somehwere I could be helpful.
God I am going to miss them too much. Thats what happens when you get attached - oh no, no good being cynical, losses and new friendships are part of life, and other new people will come along and new places.
I have almost no money left but I wish I could catch a train.

It is raining again, the forecast lied.