Friday morning

Good morning,

Well I was tired and I slept well.

Unfortunately the premonition nightmares continued.

Again, the same person from the diocese of winchester and my past was in the dream, but also my sister.
Both are vulnerable, one to premature death and the other to suicide.

I could text my sister when I top my phone up, but I am not sure what to do about the other person, maybe I should contact Jane Fisher with my comcerns and see if she tries to have me sectioned.

It is 8am, it is grey and rainy here and I am sitting here drinking my tea. The sea is roaring quietly to itself ad the hills are grey. I have a free day, just a parcel to collect, a gym assessment this afternoon and any paperwork to do with moving and sponsored walks that comes in today.