Tuesday 5th August... the countdown has begun!

It is a new day, and the journey that began with a quiet "phew" has unfolded.

I opened a window to hear the morning, a motorbike a small, quick echo on North Street as I sat above the road. The sun rose, and it was orange, pouring from a break in the clouds. I baked sweet peppers and a marrow, a sprinkle of tajin, a grind of black pepper, and extra virgin olive oil. I left the poppy seeds, jam sugar, and cider vinegar in liquor to wait until I return.

From my cell, I watched the sun move south, knowing I would soon have to move my sofa to keep it in sight. I reminded myself that I am as old as the universe, a truth of the Unity Theory. I reflected on the post-war ethos, on the bankruptcy of Britain, and the setting of the British Empire's sun, and the rising of a new one.

I clipped alcoholism on Tuesday a week ago, and yesterday I took the clippers to my head, a brave act of transformation. I don't feel bad.

With the kitchen tidy and my outfit on, I ate my leftovers for breakfast. I turned off the side light, letting the real light of the morning win.

The first part of the journey concluded at the corner of Albion Street and Boar Lane, with autumn on its way. I found a penny on the path. Now, after a ten-minute wait for a bus, I have arrived at 42 Braine Road. I collected what my mum wanted from Sainsbury's, ate my pearl barley and bircher oats, and watched Lola eat the oat milk finale.