Good morning peeps,
yesterday when the library closed, I went to sit and read my book and have a few cuppas and some food.

It was due to be thunderstorms and so I waited to go to my porch, I am furious that when I was just about to as it was dark and nearly 11pm, the louts came outside the pub and turned the glaring lights on, I was cursing.

But eventually I went to the porch anyway, and slept, I didn't hear any thunder and there was no sign of rain when I woke in the morning, I was very hot and thirsty, the porch is warmer than sleeping in the open, so I was overheating.
 I stashed my things and had a quick breakfast, then I came here.

The night before last I had a strange dream, I dreamed I was 'in rehabilitation' and that meant I was swimming and having hydrotherapy. Then I was walking along and I had a home and there was a dog with puppies and one of the puppies ran away and I caught it and decided I wanted to keep it and no-one objected, and someone offered me a job on a farm and everything was lovely.
What a lovely dream!
I don't often have lovely dreams, last night was the usual sad and bad dream, vague struggles with church and police.