Saturday

Good morning peeps,

Well I think it was the dreams that woke me, sad dreams about the past and my old friends.
Also a really strange dream that I had a baby, in the dream the baby had been adopted or fostered and I wasn't interested and I was studying and then I realised that I needed to bring this baby up and look after it.
But the dream about the baby was mingled with sad dreams about my old friends and the community events we used to work on. Isn't is amazing that because they were all church people, the length or strength of the friendships didn't matter, all that mattered was what the diocese of Winchester told them and they all turned away?

Anyway, I don't dwell on that or even think about those shallow people who would behave like that, because I have to go on living, and if I let myself dwell on all the damage done to me, I wouldn't be able to go on living.

I am awake, and I woke at 4.30. It is 5.20 now.
Yesterday I worked very hard with the flat clearance job, and then in the evening I just watched tv and went to bed early.


The dreams were so sad, so sad, but in waking life I don't even waste thoughts on my old friends and community that Fisher ripped from me to cover up for the diocese's failures. Why should I waste time on shallow sheep brained Anglicans?

The seagulls are creaking outside my window, they need oiling, and there are ships sheltering in the bay with their nice bright lights.