Wednesday

Good evening peeps,

I am sitting looking at St. Catherine's breakwater in Jersey in the dark.
Yes I really am.

Anyway. When I woke nice and early this morning I was afraid to move in case I was in pain. But I didn't seem to be, none at all, no, I got up and no pain.
That's strange, because when it gets bad it doesn't usually go away so quick.

Anyway, at about 7am I set off for work, it was still a bit dark and I went down to the sea and watched it get light.

Then I went to work, it was cold and as usual I was shivering and trying to shake off the night time flashbacks, but once I got into my work I got on well. The man I was working for dropped home from his work to discuss the garden with me, to forge a plan, we had agreed to do that, so that was all good. Their house is a small mansion with lovely gardens but a lot of work and I am lucky to have got that job.

Anyway, at lunchtime I had a flying lunch as I headed to the afternoon's work at the care home some miles away.
It was getting very cold and drizzly for the afternoon and I worked hard and my arms ached.

Then I came home. The police were spouting bullshit about my complaint, and Justin Welby was farting out his mouth and glorifying himself, so I have got nothing at all done.
I have watched Self/less. I know why I like it, it reminds me of me and my story.

Anyway, so how come I am watching St. Catherine's breakwater in Jersey?
Well someone was keen for me to have a Jersey calendar and February on the calendar happens to be a picture of St. Catherine's breakwater in the dark.
Hah, it reminds me of that BBQ on the Ecrehous. Some fool forgot the soft drinks!