Woke up pretty groggy this morning, but soon revived with tea and toast. Alan and I got a lift into Birmingham with John and Ghita (after a little trouble starting their car) and we said goodbye before catching our respective buses out of town.

I had the horrible task of getting back to the service station where my car was. I first got a bus to Walsall, where I attempted to hitch up the M6 at junction 7, but to no avail. I caught another bus into Walsall town centre and out again to junction 10. After about 3/4 hour in the freezing wind, a cool chap picked me up just before it pissed down!

Got to the garage at the service station to see my lovely car and the wreckage of my clutch! They were still waiting for new parts and said it probably wouldn’t be ready til tomorrow, so I now had an overnight stay in the services – oh what fun!

DREAMSCAPE & DELUSIONS: I just can’t think straight. I’ve been up all night and my mind is floating all over the place. My body’s here – I know this cos it’s hurting. This is hard to write. The food in here smells great. It’s sixty pence for a tomato. Do you think they are special? The floor seemed nice – shame I didn’t get to sleep on it. I could make a life-size maggot out of the plaque on my teeth. That girl over there looks nice – pity I can’t see her without my glasses, not that I’d be able to focus my sight anyway. Oh, it’s a boy! Small noises are erupting around me from everywhere. It’s a cacophony. A symphony of knives scratching porcelain, lighters lighting, cups clattering and that chap over there chattering. Concentration is this big, no, this big. Maybe, this big. What am I talking about? Is this madness or is this me? Now that was definitely a girl!