Slogging, Flogging…

26.03.14 (Day 94)


I’m in McDonald’s, having had brunch (bacon and egg wrap with Ketchup. And coffee; 13 sugars). I’ve been here for three hours (so far), while my netbook and mobile charge, courtesy of my friendly newsagents next door but two. They do that for me, as they realise that my devices give me the means to remain in contact with people, build relationships and conduct business. As well as nice coffee, McDonald’s has free wi-fi.

I spend longer that perhaps I should in McDonald’s but I pay my way, mind my own business and am made to feel more than welcome. As recently as last night, I was told that I’m one of the family. I’ll be Fagin then.

I do get strange looks when the teenage fan club gathers around me but I’m beyond caring about that and so much else. It’s just not worth my time. I do what I feel to be right and if I’m judged, so be it.

Yesterday was a bit of a game-changer, partly because of all the work I’ve been doing voluntarily with the churches in Tunbridge Wells, leading to a meeting with CAB. Yesterday at lunch I was just on the sandwich station but on the next cookery course, I’m tutoring (subject to terms imposed by my helper, which I’ve embraced). Later in the day, I was with my CAB lady and phoned DWP to try once again to sort out my whole fucked-up benefits situation. I lost patience and both my helper and CAB lady sympathised. The latter took over and sorted everything out for me. So that’s nice.

Later today I’m walking to my doctors’ surgery (if my back will hold me). I had said that I’d return to CRI as well but I can only do so much with this back pain. I figure the doctor is more important.

So I’m due some slogging, ignoring the flogging and will stop blogging now as I have other things I need to write: Chapter Three, Two short stories and a letter to a rather important person.

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