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Date: 31 December 1969 23:59:59
I didn't sleep well last night - I had too much going through my mind thanks to counselling.
Took all the loose change I'd collected over the past few months down to a local supermarket where they have a coin counter. You put the coins in, it takes a cut for charity, and you either get the rest as money or donate to charity. Except you don't get the money as cash, but as a voucher to spend in the store.
I'm trying to keep out of people's way whilst the house is in mourning. It's stressful and I feel trapped which makes other feelings and especially memories come to the fore.
A large medical form arrived from the Benefits Agency today which needs to be filled in - a check on whether I'm actually unable to w*rk or just fiddling. Still, it crossed with the certificate I sent them saying I will be able to w*rk from Monday. That means signing on for Job Seekers if I don't get w*rk. Confused - well so am I.