Good morning peeps,
I went on a long train journey last night.
I went to a city that I knew before I was homeless and while I was homeless.
I like that city, the  people are polite and friendly. It is part of a particular area of the Uk where people are polite, have manners and make you feel good because they do.
It was nice to be back.

There was a homeless woman begging and she looked vaguely familiar but she didn't speak or ask me for money.
I got a cuppa at a BK and the girl there was ever so nice. It helps me to communicate when people are nice.

I looked at the river and vaguely remembered someone who had been a close friend who used to live near here, I wonder where she is now, she had problems, and I hope she made it and is ok.

I headed onwards by train, and even though it was a Friday night, it was not too bad for a drunk train, quite ok in fact.
Eventually I landed and went to bed down. I was worried that my new small backpack wouldn't be a good pillow but it was ok. I was asleep instantly and slept like I was dead until morning and the sad dreams were too vague to remember.
I woke feeling tired. This is not good, I am sleeping like I'm dead and waking up tired.
I got up and went for a light breakfast.
Went and had a thorough wash and changed some of my clothes.

had a cuppa and read a discarded newspaper and then it was library time.