This morning on the way to work I stopped at a postbox and sent off my last cheques to Allison and the Clinic. I am still paying off a loan I took out to pay the first overspend, but at least my outgoings to them are complete.

Light at the end of the tunnel? We’ll see.

I’m drunk and I’ve sent *her* a text message…

It’s proboably not wise, but I’ve done it anyway…barely a day goes by when I don’t think of her. Hoping to see her in the street, to get a message from her.

It’s been 18 months or more since I heard from her, but I still feel strongly for her.

Someone once described her as ‘not un-attractive’, that was their opinion, she was the most beautiful woman who ever showed an interest in me, however, she did have to be drunk, almost tool drunk to stay concious to do so….