Saturday

Stand down may mean less posts for now.

Anyway, Yesterday I simply fell asleep on the unmade bed at about 5pm, and didn't wake until the neighbour's kids were chattering outside at about 9.40pm.
I didn't know if I would sleep again so I sat here for a few hours before going back to bed.
I did sleep again, waking only briefly in the early hours and sleeping again until it was time to do the papers.

It has been a sunny day, and eventually I went out for a drive, everything is spring green in the sunshine, it was nice to be out.
My energy is low and I think I will sleep after watching 'Back to the Future' or part of it. Apart from that and painkillers and inability to type, I am kind of OK, well no I'm not but in a way I am. the terror and fury has calmed into exhausted calmness. I am floating in a bubble.


The flat needs sorting out, but at least I got the laundry done, I had to stop the staff and customers kidnapping my toys though, most of them wanted the owl rather than Patrick and Suzy. I don't know the Owl's name. The toys have come back clean and fluffy.

I remain very puzzled about the Bishop of Winchester and who put him up to this attack. He and Senator Gorst are both spineless lesbian sock-puppets who only act when they are told to. Any ideas? Obviously something is at stake for the Bishop, to contact me when he knows my feelings about it.