Good morning peeps,
I returned yesterday evening from my cosmopolitan life in the city. In case you are wondering why I always come back, the city is not a safe place for me to sleep rough. There are different levels of danger in rough sleeping, and that city is high risk.

I was in the library yesterday, writing, actually writing, it makes me feel sick but I need to start writing again now and I don't want to.
Yesterday evening I arrived back here, had a cup of tea and waited until bed time and then went to sleep in my blanket pile, the wind was strong and cold and I thought I would doze in my blankets until it was safe to go to the porch, but I ended up sleeping the night in the corner.

Woke up with flashbacks, the old flashbacks that I had managed to control and drown out are rampant again because of the church.

I had my usual breakfast and went for a walk and ended up caught in a rain shower when I was chatting to the wading bird.

I had a cuppa and sat and read my book as I waited for the library to open.