Thursday

Good morning,

Well yesterday I had to stay at home and be quiet, which was frustrating, but loss of balance is no laughing matter, you can't mow lawns if you fall over.

It was a miserable day.

Last night I slept a lot and dreamed, I dreamed there was a cricket match and I felt I had to watch it on Bob's behalf if he couldn't watch it.
Then I dreamed that the laughing jeering archbishop of canterbury was at my adoptive parents house, spouting rubbish and lies and my adoptive parents couldn't understand why I was so angry, in the end the archbishop said that he thought I would like it if he dropped dead, and I said I would like that with all my heart.

I was glad to wake up, another sunny start, papers, Hollyoaks, depression, meeting a support worker later and gardening this afternoon.