Extremely dark times.

The last week or two have marked the darkest days of my life. Having survived Guantanamo bay I stupidly expected my downward spiral to end, but why? I have been  mentally swamped, of thoughts of getting my driving licence returned. There is always an official form to complete but, if there is it seems very elusive . I suspect one of the umpteendoctors involved in my case  to date will need write to the DVLA stating I am now fit to drive again, but that seems too simple, surely?

Summer wind-up

The weather continues tosurprise and mystify.yesterday it rained virtually non stop,with a chilly wind. It was TERRY's 70'th birthday party, which basically ignored the weather by moving indoors . Lynne had the tough job of completing a 4.5 hrs return journey in  addition to baking cakes and supping umpteen glasses of champagne in her inimitable style, although she remained remarkably sober throughout. Both Lynne and I slept off the after-effects this morning and the 

 sun returned to warm us.

Communications

Croydon parks proved unobtainable for today but I am not worried, it is their loss.

Winterdrawson

There is a nip in the air today, probably typical of England in late August,but the weather has been far from normal this year. I've been on a low for a few days now so today did nothing to lift it, although I used the lackof-activities to catch up on some lost sleep,which seems a big in fluence on  my mood.

Guantanamo bay

Ihave loads of time to feel sorry for myself and to investigate the comings and goings over the last year of my life,not always reflecting well on my choices of friends or other important persons to me,bearing in mind you can choose your friends but not your relatives, strangely most of the latter have proved excellent, with two glaring exceptions.