Lost in Translation

1. There's no point in pretending that these last few weeks haven't been rubbish. Just when I think things are ok - like yesterday - something else can floor me, just like that, in the beep of a text. Finding five things isn't easy, but I will. I'm still blipping.

2. I finish the chairs. I first thought about this ages ago. It's taken me weeks and weeks but they are now in the kitchen. They are a bit odd and intentionally clashing, they look better from a distance but kind of raise a smile. A bit like myself.

3. I walk out in the sun for the things I need.

4. Home and my first proper meal in a day or two. I know I need this.

5. I pass the day in my flat. I read in a patch of sunshine, I watch the world go by and listen to the neighbourhood sounds drifting in through open windows. I make a cushion to match my headboard, I laugh at some stupid joke on the radio and I listen to music. Lots and lots of music; DPJ, Dustin O'Hallaran, King Creosote, Ryan Adams. I watch a film, I close the windows, I put on the lights and I hide til things get better.