How am I?

It's a beautiful, warm day with blue skies and sunshine. I need to make a move shortly, as I have an appointment with the autism man. I don't really feel like talking, and I'll tell him that when I get there. I am feeling quite odd at the moment. My brain is quite befuddled by the way the Parish has treated me. The prospect of another couple of dire months does no fill me with undiluted joy. There's absolutely nothing I can do about it, but the other autism man (the one I bumped into yesterday) says he is going to speak to them about it. He has also said that he'd like to arrange a meeting with them at which he will be present. Meanwhile Workhouse no.2 have said that they can offer some support if my first line of support fails. Tell you what. I'm definitely having that cider tonight, and I mean it.