Monday Evening

Good evening,
sorry for the break in the blog, I have been battling depression and flashbacks and have felt very distressed and low.

Be aware that this happens sometimes, well, you may have noticed.
When it happens I cannot actually do much when it is at it's worst, so I stop writing.
I have actually pulled out of it a bit by writing on the other blog though.

I slept in the early hours of this morning and dreamed a lot, dreamed of my Dad and Anne, and as you do when you dream about someone who is dead, you have the puzzled feeling about them being there when you know they can't be, and when you wake, the grief hits you.
I dreamed my dad and family were living somewhere and someone asked why I was homeless when I could live with my dad, and I didn't know how to answer.
Oh the sadness when I woke!

Anyway, I just ended up blogging all day, completing the story of my life before Jersey.

I now move on with the Jersey story.

I had a swim this evening, my last swim for a few days, swims are free, but I do not have a pound for the locker as I used my last pound on food and milk on the way home.
I have a few days of no money, no nothing, bus pass run out today too.