Having some work done in the loft at the moment and they've taken the roof off.
Oh and the gas metre has decided it doesn't want to work anymore. Its had enough.
Cold? No, I leave the house at 12am every night and get on the N44 night bus for a few hours or so, just long enough to get a bit of sleep and to soften the numbing in my hands.
Daytimes are better. Sometimes I visit Battersea dogs home. I have to pretend I want to rescue a dog and they let me in the cage for a while to stroke it and to see if we bond. I can't take the dogs home but it's nice to have a little cuddle for a bit. The older, more disheveled ones tend to be the warmest. But then they also seem to be sadder when I leave.
I'm not proud of myself, but needs must.
