On Thursday Gran got home from hospital, but she fell yesterday; my brother informed me through WhatsApp. But she wasn’t hurt, thank God, but is awful frail. I went to see her today and she needed to go to the commode and then the cleaner arrived for her mid-afternoon appointment.
I have no money for tomorrow. Can’t withdraw any money until Monday. But I have enough food to do me.
My first day of a voluntary placement was yesterday. I was shown the ropes, but it was pretty chaotic. I’m subject to the Data Protection Act; my lips are sealed. š
Living within my means is still an alien concept for me. But, low and behold, I’ll survive.
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