Recycling

Today my bike was serviced. And it still slips like mad in gear six.

On Friday I was discharged by my psychiatrist. She said she thought I needed to know what it was like not to be errrr patient. She's right. And gave me a genuine offer of friendship which I treasure.

And so. I wonder where the light in my life is leading. I have so much more in my life now than whenever. But I have this soulful sense of being bereft. The future is not entirely clear. I hope that the work, and the lack of work will stop my life slipping in sixth gear.