Saturday Morning

Good morning,

Last night I went for a late walk, lots of people were out getting drunk, I wanted to get pictures of lightning over the sea, but I didn't, the tide was out and the wet sand reflected all the lights on the bay, there were ships at anchor in the bay, and the cardinals flashing in symphony, but no lightning.

Well I followed all the keeping cool instructions last night, wet teatowel, mist spray, fan by the bed, windows open, etc, I slept and I woke in the early hours and turned the fan off and took my ear plugs out.
And slept again, missed any thunderstorms.

I dreamed a lot. Dearmed I was in Jersey, bewildered and sad, back in Jersey, lost, thinking that seeing St. Ouens or St. Aubins would cheer me up, but nothing did, I did not want to be in Jersey, I wanted to be home.
Then I dreamed of police and cruelty and cells and shame and panic and violence.

I was relieved to wake, but these dreams impact on my waking life, so I am sitting here in my chair feeling awful. The weather is grey and wet, and I don't want to do anything.