Hey peeps,
last night I slept on the sofa and had the usual severe distress and horror and flashbacks.
I was woken again at some unearthly hour because I was going on a journey today, I didn't wake properly though, even though a nice bath had been run for me and a cup of tea was waved under my nose. I decided that the next train would do fine, eventually I wandered out of bed, still asleep, and told my friend that waking up should be illegal.

I had some toast, or did I? I was still asleep.
Then I went in the bath and washed my hair, that woke me up.

My friend dropped me off at the station and I made the hour and twenty minute journey here to the town where my psychologist is. I had a peaceful journey, the train was not too crowded.

It is a lovely sunny day here, the sea is shining happily, everyone is noisy and all over the place and I have been shopping for underwears and things and am sitting in a cafe drinking tea, how nice. Half an hour to go until torture time.