Not good. I fretted about going up to visit, squirmed my way out of it then immediately started to feel guilty about not supporting Grandson enough and gutted about not seeing daughter. What I think of as The Morrissey syndrome - you know, I was looking for a job and then I found a job and heaven knows I'm miserable now. So I'm miserable whatever I do and I'm staying put for the moment.

I feel I should state for the record, especially as I now know that I do use my blog as a record of how things have been, that I have kept plodding on. I am able to follow instructions given enough simplicity and time. I fetched YD's degree certificate from the post office sorting place, and walked about a bit, later venturing out again for a moderately healthy dinner. 6219 steps.

I have no joy in me. I don't give a fuck about anyone else's problems - as soon as someone starts to tell me their stuff (and they do, they do), shutters come down separating me from the reality of what they are saying.

So that's me tonight.

Laters xx