Parenting without Prejudice

I walked to the bus station and got the bus to Fowey, went through a lot of villages; one of which had various flags of different countries. Ukraine, Canada, UK,  some I didn't recognise.

We stopped at St Austel  by the rail station, I got the bus to Heligan Gardens from here last year.

Got off at the top of a steep hill and walked down into the town, Fowey isn't very big; 2hrs and you've seen it all. I went to a cafe called Sugar and had a brew, I sat upstairs; stairs were a bit of a struggle.

I had a pizza for lunch, I couldn't finish it off so I boxed the rest. I got a shuttle bus from the church, £2 to get ferried round windy roads.

One of my biggest worries is about my PIP. I'm worried sick they'll cut me off again because I'm not 'disabled' enough. Sharon from Wiltshire says I can only be accompanied once, Sharon says I should find an advocate. Where from? Thin air!

I can't just magic one up, I've no idea where to start looking for one. I hope their not trying to get rid of me? Everytime I ring up for help, all I get is the bloody answering machine. I want to speak to a human being, not some automated piece of shit. Rant over.

Planning to go to Perrenporth tomorrow if the weather's fine, but of course I have to ring Sharon first. My anxiety levels have gone up, I'm supposed to be relaxing. Fat chance of that at the moment. Why couldn't Sharon have called and told me, instead of sending a text where I have to wait for a response?

The sun was a red ball tonight. I wandered round the harbour, the Saling club were out.

This could be my last holiday, thanks to the PIP people who could cut me off.