Sunday lunchtime

Good lunchtime,
Just updating because the stalkerstat is slavering for news.

Yesterday was a slow day, I didn't go out during the day, I have been very low and despairing and would rather hide.
By afternoon though, I was tidying the flat and watching movies.

In the evening I went out for a walk in the rain, I went to the supermarket with my last 90p, and got reduced sandwiches, 10p a pack, reduced bread, 2 loaves, 10p each, and reduced clementines, 39p a pack.
Came home, used the last real milk on a cuppa, put my earplugs in and slept.

Woke relaxed this morning, not really remembering the busy dreams I had.

Got up, washed, dressed, drank tea with UHT from the emergency crate, went to church and survived it, had a coffee afterwards, came home, ate the 10p sandwiches, and here I am, sitting here. The UHT is not bad, it isn't English UHT, it is from the crate I got from Amazon when I was at the lodging house on the hill, I have plenty to get me through to my next payment, and plenty of teabags, coffee and sugar, my main worries are deodorant and butter and food.

It is a sunny, mild day, but I am not in any mood to go out, some people were swimming in the sea as I walked home from church, but I am tired and unhappy. I have no wish to swim, or see people.