In the meanwhile

After a quick dash to the foreign supermarket, I took myself straight home. The weather is bright and sunny, and feeling rather hot. Just after I sat down, today's post dropped through the letter box. Guess what? Yep. You got it. The fucking Parish again. Cunts. Soon afterwards I had the conversation that I'd been building up for. I handled it very well. No acrimony. When that was done I brought myself back to the library, to email the latest in a barrage of missives to my support worker. She must be getting sick and tired of me, poor cow.