Saturday morning, 9th July.
I didn't have much time to write anything yesterday as I set off with Lola early to collect Ruby, catch the number 7 bus the Rudding Lane and walk into Harrogate via the showground, Hornbeam and Hookstone. Once on the Stray we stopped a moment to relax then headed along to the Prince of Wales roundabout and West Park. Catching the bus back without any 'distractions' and getting back to Ruby's just as Maureen and Tony had left for Kilburn. Some kind of fundamental falling out with mother occurred yesterday and I realise I have forgotten all the miracles of the previous ten years so I am facing the same individual I left in 2013. The new miracle is seeing it. As I lay on the grass beneath the blue sky, as the clouds drifted by, I listened to a couple of songs, relaxed and went to bed. In the wee hours some noises woke me and I had to locate a high frequency sound so I could return to another two hours slumber. And I returned to the breath, as I'd switched off the culp...