Hi peeps,
I have been asked to put the blog back online.
I kind of feel like leaving it offline and walking into the darkness alone.

But never mind.

I didn't get much work done yesterday, and in the end I went and sat quietly and read my book.
Then I tucked in my blankets and slept.

At 5am it started raining hard and thunder was crashing around, ooh, a thunderstorm! :)
I was still dozy so I wandered into the porch with my top blanket and went back to sleep as the thunder shook the heavens beautifully and very loudly, but I am a sleepyhead in the mornings so I slept until 7am and then got up as the storm continued and I packed my bedding up and headed for McD's for breakfast, and then to the coffee shop.

I was going to catch the 9am train but I logged onto the internet and there the war was once again raging busily, with me being slandered and hurtful rubbish being posted.
So I ended up trying to sort that out.

In the end I caught the midday train and got in in time to have a cuppa before going to see my psychologist.
The psychology session was helpful and very much needed as I was very upset.
The psychologist is writing a report for my mediator.

I managed to get a seat on the rush hour train home, and even when i changed trains I still got a seat.
I fell when I reached home. My bad leg gave way and I fell and grazed my good knee and hurt my hands slightly. So I am walking with a stick again.

The tension is unbearable.
On Monday I go to London and meet with my mediator, we are staying in a hotel, where I will run lots of hot water and use lots of soap, and then Tuesday is the dreaded day.
I feel defeated.