TODAY BEING SATURDAY. NOT SUNDAY. IT'S JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT AS I TYPE.
RIGHT I DO APOLOGIZE BUT THERE WILL BE NO part 6 today: that will have to wait till tomorrow. Today was my day of rest. I was too exhausted. What did I do instead? A series of mundane practical things involving clothes, shops, the exchange where I'm meant to return an entire cardboard box containing about two years' or more needles... yet every time I remember it's too late in the day.... you know how it gets sometimes. I just want that box of horrible blunt scary-looking child-unfriendly things out of my house. When will that happen??
I dreamed about having a bizarrely large home. It was so big it was the size of a hospital or university complex ... this is one of my recurring dreams (I hope it is prophetic! Maybe yesterday's £77,777 and I ought to have come up with a more J K Rowling esque £777,777,777 type sum. That would buy the house in this evening's dream ... somehow into the dream was melanged or factored or mixed in or whatever the fact that ancient Egyptians dug in sandstone(?) it was easy to make tunnels in the pyramids(?) but the sandstone had gone and we could not dig in any more. Some such dream-style nonsense.
On that note I'd better go before yous all want to flee from my folly.
No more news of any consequence so ... till tomorrow...
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