Saturday

Good morning peeps.

I used 5HTP to help me sleep last night.
The problem is, it causes vivid dreams which can turn to flashbacks.

I was having nightmares about Winchester, and that turned to flashbacks about the NHS for no apparent reason, so I woke and got up just before 5am.

I made tea in the dark and went down to the sea, I tried calling the Samaritans but I didn't really want to talk, I see little point in talking any more, it got too late a long time ago.

I came home, and made a start on the housework, I put the clothes on a long hot wash, I am washing the bedding and towels today as well.

I am reading an e-book about freelancing, and a paperback book by Cathy Glass, as well as running through the usual work.

Today I will just get on with things, even if I feel a bit rough and depressed. I will finish the downstairs flat, hang the washing out, do the housework here, all the usual stuff.

By the way, if my comments about London offended anyone, I am not gay, I just love annoying the homophobic church of england, so that was for their benefit and not yours.
Well, I'm not very gay anyway. I am only 12 years old, I don't know if I am gay or not, but I can drive a car.

The local Police were for some reason prodded into reading my blog recently. Their policy is: Ignore her, unless forced not to ignore her, and then go and terrorize her for her abusers.
I hope I have hit back hard enough to make them reluctant to harass me, but that nightmare of them raiding my home the other night was very vivid.

It is a cold and clear morning, it was almost a frost but not a hard frost like recent mornings.