Monday Night

Good evening,

I only just got home.

This afternoon, feeling decidedly weak and dizzy but unable to sleep, I decided to go out on my bike.
I biked along the front. A bit wobbly. The tide was in and monster blue clouds soared over the hills.

I came home, sorted myself out and biked down to health and fitness club. I have lost a pound in a week despite the stress and not paying much attention to what I eat.

I find some of the club very boring, but it is absolutely necessary, if I do not do this now, I will never get well and strong again, that's assuming that the diocese don't kill me and the test results are not too dire anyway.

Still wobbly, I nearly came off my bike a few times.

By 7pm it was getting dark and I swiftly went to collect my bike, sadly the lock broke and I couldn't unlock it, I was afraid I would be stranded but I managed to undo it, biked swiftly home, went to collect a spare lock from the flat, and all the flats had cakes or notes on their doorstep, my doorstep had two divine banoffee mufffins, so I put a note on a doorstep.

I headed back out with the lock, went to the church social and was overwhelmed with love and kindness and fellowship, such that I was looking at the door waiting for Jane Fisher to burst in and yell at everyone that I am mad and bad and they should shun me, I will always expect it, because that is what she did, basically, for years.

Anyway, it was a lovely evening, although the co-incidence in one of the songs we sang was spooky and I told Scott-Joynt to get back to his lake of fire.

It wasn't this song:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3I0aiPmAKrU

Don't imagine I am not affected by my destroyer's death, I am, and will be for some time. No justice here on earth but he will go to hell now. And eventually Jane Fisher will join him.