Monday Morning

Good morning,

Well I slept well and woke this morning from a dream about Bishop Dakin and his wife.
I dreamed I was talking to Sally Dakin and trying to rescue her orphaned lamb from a cupboard where it was stuck. Then Bishop Dakin came in and I called him a damn fool and I refused to stay and listen to him talking about the reports.

Ha.

Anyway, I woke up and nearly dozed off again.
I got up and got the kettle on.
Thick fog made even our street hard to see. So I went and got my washing in as it was only getting damp in the fog.

I had a  bath, dressed, and have been waiting for someone due to come and see me, but they are a bit late.

The fog is lifting slightly.

My day is about waiting for this visit and the post. Completing some work, and this evening going to health and fitness, to tell them the mournful news that due to no oven and living on foodbank dregs, I am not any healthier or fitter. Especially having stopped swimming and not able to top my leisure card up.
Tonight there is a church social and I may go. But I am having to fast overnight, so I must be careful. I have blood tests in the morning tomorrow, after which I will run gasping to my church for tea with sugar :)

Continued:

Well my expected visitor arrived with a small amount of groceries and to my surprise - My oven!

The oven is sitting in a now chaotic and disrupted kitchen and I, being autistic, am very unnerved by my kitchen being different, and not sure how to re-arrange it.

Well, just in time, I can start cooking and eating a bit better, the lady at the health and fitness will be pleased.
I just need to start getting food. Today I get my lists of what I should and should not eat, and it is not quite how you would imagine it at all. I am allowed most foods, but I must eat proper meals, no ready meals and I need to eat full meals, which  my tummy does not like.