Wednesday

This piggybank is 30 years old. It's contents donated to us. The pig owners want it back intact.  For goodness sake! As if we have nothing else to do!

It has been taking up room for weeks. Today, Judith brought in a drill and pen knife and made a circular hole in its belly. Now to count, bag and bank the coin.

Absolute total confusion and zero memory for one of my charges today.  I am exhausted.  

And news of an ex boyfriend very unwell, in hospital, with covid. He is the immediate neighbour of my friend that died at the weekend.

I left work in the dark and wet. Most shops shut and the town deserted. I had a feeling of dread. 
 

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