Hi peeps,
Here I am, trying to do a normal update post.

On Good friday I came back up to the city and hid in my bolthole. I cannot remember much except that I slept and woke at 2am on Easter Saturday, coughing blood and infection.
I was very distressed by the recent church intervention and I started writing, I wrote to the church and police, no explosive abusive traumatised anger, just cold grey despairing pleas to be left alone.
Time rushed by and I didn't sleep again as night became morning.

In the end I had my breakfast and left, spent the day enjoying the city, I will never tire of it, I love this city and always have.
In the evening though, there were crowds from a football match and I had to wait and raid the bins before I could go home.

Once home I happily mooched about in the fairly quiet saturday evening, and eventually and fairly early, I got my blankets, went to my corner and tucked down and set my clock an hour forward, I slept, sometimes waking slightly to drunken shouts nearby, but I slept until 3am, and woke a bit cold and stiff and bursting for the loo.
After using the wall, I tucked back in and dozed because I was worried about oversleeping.
I woke early and had a headache and stiffness from cold and from an uncomfortable backpack pillow.

I packed my things and wandered them into the hedge and hobbled down to McD's, I did thank Jesus that he died and rose again to save us from our sins, but I felt very grumpy and painful and not very grateful or praiseful.

In McD's I had a cuppa, and then another as I had enough stickers, and I sat and dozed and felt pleased that McD's are open at 6am even on Easter Day, my friends wouldn't approve, but it is a lifeline for me.
Outdoors the sky was brilliant blue and the sun rose into a glorious morning.
I mooched and headed for church where my friend happily opened the door and wished me a happy Easter, I have never got the hang of Easter so I still forget to say it.
We had an early communion service followed by a sumptious breakfast, and the church was decorated in yellow with daffodils and Easter eggs and fluffy chikkins, which I kept borrowing.

After breakfast the main morning service went ahead and that was good, mainly.
Then everyone talked and talked, and I was on co-codamol and was just overwhelmed so I kept zoning out and not really knowing who said what and I was drifting.

Then the service was over and I went off to sit in the coffee shop, which was luckily open, and then I walked and wondered what to do, and came up here to the city, where places are open as normal.