Sunday 00:17 a.m.
Waitrose were selling 12 cans of Guinness for only £9.99. Today there were only two cans left. I am absolutely crap at being a flatheid. Why other flatheids put up with me I do not know. They're much better at being flatheids than moi. My flatheid is right over the top!

A little fashed and bashed, I went into ra bliss about eleven fifteen. What a disgrace! But during the hour and a half of sumptiousness, I felt so eternally grateful to all the joes and josephines down at the Samye Ling for their support, especially the lama. Especially the lama.

This has to be the end of the beginning.

Then I went up to the allotment, meditated and dug, then planted some tatties in three uplifted rows. I'm still carrying the baggage of getting pissed the night before, but everything is coming up roses, the longer you wait.

Tomorrow I'm back to where I was before the Christmas santy basturns started upsetting me. No money. No drugs. No nothing. Be a wee bit tricky for a couple of days then .... I'll be happy!