Thursday

Good evening peeps,

Well it has been a quiet day, my old lady is away so this morning I didn't work, I was battling depression and trauma anyway.
This afternoon I did the care home. I have had to rethink my winter bedding, the new hanging baskets have small clips so they don't fit, so the winter pansies are all going in planters and tubs.
That made my mate laugh a bit when I grumpily told him.

This evening I have got on with writing the circle blogs on the other blog, yes the full horror of the violence aged 12 is on there now if you are feeling in the mood for horror.

I have watched two films this evening, and Hollyoaks, the first film was a sweet little film about a black couple who adopted a white baby, it's called 'He has your eyes', the second film, just finishing, is Titanic. I recommend the first film, beautiful.

It is cold and foggy, I like fog but it is dangerous.

I dreamed about Jersey last night, and the islands, clear and sharp again, that I was dying and was allowed to come home in peace. I hope I will be allowed.
Do you know something I never mentioned? When it was early days into the massive press stunt that the Bishop and Archbishop launched on me, a number of people offered me a home in Jersey.
You have no idea how much I wanted to accept those offers, but I knew better than anyone how unsafe and untenable it would be.

My letter to the Bishop has statted 1,111 in the past 10 days.