Last night the Duty Manager at Tonbridge Station bought me fish and chips for dinner: thanks Jay. I also got a lovely call from one of my old Bexley mates and it was appreciated. She believes me; she believes in me.
To all the others who’ve slagged me off and judged me on Facebook and elsewhere, you just don’t get it. I often recall little of what I’ve said and done because of blackouts (try one one day: I hope you don’t have to). Once I’m better and out on the other side, perhaps I’ll choose my friends more wisely: those who don’t judge or give each other (and me) ill-informed advice. It was never any help.