Good Grief 223

A bad night. Early start, just driving...hoping to get rid of the sick despair feeling. Such pointlessness. I sat in a little church and sobbed but thought I'd better clear out before people arrived. Not wanting to be a messy uncomfortable inconvenience at the Sunday service. It wouldn't do. Walked and trudged and then worn out, I headed home....it seemed like a good idea to go somewhere a bit different but having got there I could barely bother to turn round and go all the way back home again. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.