No handling of

the annual (or every ten months with this situation I am in) pink copy of the Gas Safety Check report ... it is now done online. It twas sent to my email and it is now filed in my virtual store ... Hallelujah no hard pink copy to keep in mind  ... 

A concept that is not understood by many in my circumstances.... I am opposite to the spectrum on what is measured ... a continual fight to get proven ... 

No doubt in my confused state; I will forget it can now be paperless!!!! 

The light of

day extended ... the flurry of Easter paraphernalia upon us. The hot cross buns and eggs been in abundance for a while now ... 

The now daily pain relief of the distance reminder of lungs and chest full of haunting now, on the approaching anniversary of how each problem we had since is waiting to erupt from a time in neglect ... 

Hilarious

time in a change for a Friday day ... relishing the refuse refresh in change of scenes wherev it is currently back in smoother running ... 

... particularly for a home like this where access to bags and communal bin in ease is appreciated seeing as it is flow in out ... 

... a lot of time moved on ...finally the captains are changing at the Sally Army. The NHO has changed in the five yearish cycle ... The longer times in reference deals when one restablishing who true people are ... 

The refreshing change that I used to love so ... The pivotal people more usual than relying on a stranger in a section of agencies that just don't work when you are a care leaver or an undiagnosed psychotic safety over health client ... refused the fundamental heirachy of Maslows needs! 

I was in refuse

heaven today .. the shared bin stores are totally clear and tidy ... with just the lovely space to put the rubbish in without stepping on soiled nappies etc ... very timely for one masters the skill of throwing from a distance into the void at these times ... I have no strength presently to do such manoeuvres  ... 

It really tis

the pits when the highlight of a time is seeing your quota of refuse and recycle bags still at the door ...when they are due to be delivered ... 

The hoard of others on borderline in this much of a world ...  

Never ending loose

loose ends ... the tiresome irksome fathomless time of it ... especially since I am enjoying some enforced time doing just everyday chores ... it makes it especially hard to go backwards to get forwards 

The days in alter ...

I had hope to venture out awhile to boost circulation ... however the cosy up won ... although some gentle movement around within ... of current chores ... 

What I wanna do and can do are entirely different, different of late yet again ... 

A sprinkling of the

land of nod. A sprinkling of frustrations ... the birds are tweeting. I am not the only one Up. The plans  awry. The too sleepy to concentrate on anything too taxing ... 

I see how prescribed meds can be addictive... for the time though the edge of the physical pain taken away is good ... and always easier to understand that the other pains in my life now ... 

The churn of influx

of mail shots through the letterbox, in the town and when last in London for a certain online grocery store delivery, the attempt in shuffling literature in my hand ... The Freebies to read on public transport .... I have enough at home to deal with ... The wanton greed not needed ... I even get irritated with the Mothers Day paraphernalia ... 

the home presently on hold. The complications of a bug deep in me lungs area to deal with ... currently just keeping on top with the current life, the financial year. A trip out for a restful day to take the mind off a lot in just being a tourist  ... I hope to a place in the city ... good I didn't take a walk around a once regular route today!  ... I awoke still sleepy from the effects of the medication ... and decided on a duvet day ... 

Last night the plan to do something different and one still not done a trip into Central London ... I had thought many times previous ... and not yet done ... just the fly through this nearby city getting from A-B ... 

A walk out ...

.... carrying one large donation ... I knew I allowed this rested period ... The conflicts of me and myself cos everyone has such busy self lives ... to assist an able body, no one sees the unable mind... 

It is such an angry time ... which is not good everyone needs the good endorphins to lead a tranquil time ... 

Again that is not seen or heeded ... measured against each person I will never get the requisite support. ... unless the experience of even depression by another, there is no hope of the right assistance... 

Yesterday ... a silly billy day ...

of the kind only in LaLa Land ...the things I will never discuss ... and the next series of rediscover this day ... 

Chelsea River Thames  ... from a coach this March Day ... 

A simple solution

averted again on arrival back in the black hole of the Tardius ... our nickname for this abode bigger on the inside ...

The facets of swaying mood swings of the upheavals of months on ends

A Swoop on the

abode ...I have not taken off my foot wear ... a lot in the bin ... the swift removal in meaning business ... death in life came this way ... the f******* can go to h***