DVT DAY 92

Its late or at least my body tells me it is late and in need of sleep, so tonight I strain to remember what the day has consisted of. I have showered early to wash the lateness of the previous night from me expecting to go into a meeting at 10am but sun stroke of the host pushed that into the afternoon. Yes I said sunstroke, no, I don’t know either, but it happened in Eastbourne of all places. As a result I spent the morning in the shed writing letters in the comfort of my new office chair. Lunch was delicious bacon rolls and then it was onto a long ZOOM meeting. I will not bore you with the details but by the time it was over I barely had time to make a couple of calls before tea time. That is how my day flew by to this point of post TV and kitchen clearance exhaustion. Of course I have taken my drugs, intermittently WhatsApp’d and done odd chores but it is all a blur. I was going to write to write a brief article arguing that that the LGBT? community should be the LGBT?CC community, the CC being the chemically castrated on the basis that the CC’d have only love and affection to offer in a relationship and under the banner of “love is love” that should admit them to the community, however I realise that this is ill thought out as yet and needs more consideration. There are some obviously tricky bits to the argument such as where do CC’d sex offenders fit in? Told you it was tricky. I doubt I will ever complete the argument, it is probably more an indication of my fatigue than anything else. So good night.