Hi peeps,
Last night was quite wet and windy and I thought I was going up to see the eyupmeducks first thing in the morning, so I went over to stay with my friends who are near the mainline, I had some supper and fell asleep on the rug, had the usual bad dreams and discomfort, the eyupmeducks don't actually want me now even though I had planned well in advance and they previously said they did and knew I was due to come, well I already know that 'friendship' is a small and flexible thing that isn't relevant and can end just like that, thankfully the deep hurts of before have led to me being immune to heartbreak, so today I went to London and did a bit of homeless outreach.

Can you imagine a homeless person doing outreach? haha. Well I am so well looked after that I can help others, so I try to.
Before I went I had the delightful task of folding my share of 500 Christmas service sheets and also collected a meal voucher and some gloves that someone had left for me.
London was wet and full of crowds and bright lights and I remembered vaguely and without sorrow, the old days of ice skating on the outdoor rinks, hot chocolate with cream, boat trips on the Thames and the London eye, companionship and laughter.

The bad weather has caused problems on the railway, so we were diverted and got back here a bit late.

I seem to have lost my radio. What a shame, it was my best thing ever.

And the flashbacks remain bad and are driving me to despair.