Tuesday Morning

Good morning,

I was exhausted and feeling ill last night so I went to bed early. I had to get up to be sick and take meds though.
I have a feeling, lesson learned, that a particular brand of cottage pie, made from genuine Devon cottages, does not agree with my system.
I tend to get the cheap readymeals as I do not have an oven at the moment and so little money and food vouchers, so I get the cheap readymeals from this supermarket and the cottage pie obviously wont digest.

Anyway, I slept, and dreamed and dreamed, I dreamed vividly and clearly of Jersey, of the awful church and the people who protected the abuser.

I woke in the early hours and drank some fruit squash and tried to settle to sleep.

I slept and dreamed again, dreamed that certain church of england people were getting me to house sit, and they said I could house sit and look after the cats but I had to stay in the garage, then they got upset with me when the cat did a mess in the house.
Pretty typical church of england.

I woke, still with a slight headache, and got up. This headache is not the normal one triggered by my neck, I do not know what it is.

It is a grey drizzly day outside.