What a day ! achieved nothing like the things i wanted to and if you saw my kitchen you would wonder how i ever cook a meal,and i have never lived in such a clutter.My friend Ben called in and said i never ever thought you would be so untidy,as you have always been so houseproud,but once he saw all the things i am managing he understood completely,he said he would'nt know where to start,and said he could'nt do it if he tried.
And as i always knew,its going to take at least another year before i get some normalitybut it does'nt bode well for my state of mind,and the trouble is no one can help me as its all things i must deal with myself.
Although,now that we will soon have more freedom,David's friend Roger will be able to come across and sort through David's office as he understands David's collection,where as i hav'nt a clue.
I have the most spilting headache ,thank goodness for Paracetamol.
Ok, sorry about my post of Pooh thinking of his stomach rather than piglet, so to put it right here a lovely Pooh and Piglet conversation.
The World is Closed - A topical poem - update and edit!