Tuesday Morning

Good morning,

Well yesterday was a busy day, even when I got home at 6pm and thought I would relax and get some housework done, I had a voicemail, and had to go out again, it is funny, I have this flat and I am out and busy all the time! :)

Anyway, I got home again at about 8.30 and did a bit of writing.
Had a bath, and fell into bed.

Slept the night apart from a toilet break. at 4am, it is hard to adjust the temperature here,I can wake too cold or too hot, I was hot, so I got orange squash and opened the window and slept again.

I was meant to get up early and get my washing in before the rain, but when the alarms went off, I knocked them on the floor and slept again, I knocked the battery out of one of the alarm clock so it stopped.

Eventually I got up and am sitting here with my tea, I think I needed a lie in, I am not resting as I am supposed to during the day, and I am ending up with no energy.

Last night I dreamed about the diocese, Bishop Dakin was doing some sort of pomp and circumstance parade and he had a strange shaven-headed man helping him instead of the barrister with a dog collar who is his chaplain.
I dreamed they tried to trick me and I told them what I thought of that, but I came to the parade and was in a wheelchair.

Well sometimes I wish I could afford a mobility scooter, and sometimes these days, a wheelchair would be easier, but I am not giving up while my legs still move.

I woke up with the screaming horrors of how I was slandered in Jersey and how it was repeated back to me what the clergy were saying about me at their meetings.
I feel like writing about it, but writing when I am angry is not a great idea.