The final result

I've had a very trying couple of weeks. I had been waiting nearly two years for my chance to take the Government's agency to the tribunal. Well the date was today, and I won. I'm still numb with shock. I suppose it'll take a while for it all to sink in.
The agency which is employed by the Government to conduct psychological assessments had lied about my interviews; not once but twice. No wonder people with mental health problems are being driven to suicide. Today I was interviewed by a judge and an independent doctor, and they understood me within the ten minutes it took them to make their decision.
I have a bitter-sweet taste in my mouth, when I think of all those poor people who are still being mistreated by a vile system. I am lucky.

Doldrums

I don't feel so depressed as I have been lately. There's still a touch of the doldrums though. When I'm in that frame of mind, I find myself watching Judge Judy, and numerous dumbed-down murder documentaries. Yesterday I eventually managed to watch one of these, stupidly sensational 'conspiracy theory' things. I say eventually, as, because of the constant and intrusive noise from outside, it took me nearly three hours to watch a one-hour programme. I had to keep stopping the thing when the noise got too much. And that was often. That part of my autism is a bit of a cunt.

The weather

The weather is beautiful today, warm bright and sunny. Just how I like it. I took myself home for a cooked breakfast earlier, and that seems to be doing the trick with the hangover. Feeling less fragile, I finally made it to the barbers, and no longer looked like the wolf-man of Borneo when I re-emerged.
The news bulletins are very worrying indeed. It is horrifying to think that someone who appears to be mentally unstable, is able to wield such power. And it is equally horrifying that other English-speaking regimes are eager to stand 'shoulder to shoulder' with him. Haven't we learned anything at all? It all reminds me of the 1930s, when German-speaking regimes and populations rushed to support a similarly unstable, but very powerful, German-speaking individual. Or is my imagination running away with me? I can't help thinking that it is not.

In general

I have had a very busy week. While the historic building was closed, I did hours and hours of practice, as usual. My October recital is bang on course. I also did a few guided tours, which generated another £50 in donations. I had a boring week during our normal opening hours, with most visitors just walking past. I hadn't intended to go in on Sunday, however, because we had a group visit first thing, I went in as a favour. I left immediately after their departure. The man who runs the place told me he'd spoken to the man with issues around talking (i.e. he can't keep his mouth shut and his voice is loud), so I've agreed to continue going in on Sundays, subject to any improvements.

I spent most of yesterday afternoon in and out of pubs with friends. That was an unusual sort of afternoon for me. I managed to fall up the stairs when I got home last night, and feel quite hung-over this morning. Never mind. I'm looking forward to my trip to 'foreign parts' (?) tomorrow.

Since last time

I was in a filthy mood when I got home on Sunday afternoon. While I was watching a film that evening, a pigeon flew into my front room, crashed around on various walls and windows, and finally sat on the carpet looking very dazed. I swung a broom at it and it miraculously found its way out. I hope it had a headache. Pigeons are a cunt.
Yesterday I saw the man who runs the historic building. I had calmed down a bit by then, so was able to tell him what had happened. I also told him I won't be doing any more Sundays if that man is on duty. So, I'm having this Sunday off.
And the World news is getting very nasty indeed. The very people who are supposed to be statesmanlike and acting in the interests of their people, seem hell-bent on leading us to global destruction. Never mind all this 'strong and stable' bollocks. It seems that some of our national leaders are far from stable. I refer, of course, to their psychological state.

Moods

I was really quite depressed for most of last week, but I started to come out of it during Friday. Saturday was OK. Then on Sunday, re the one at the historic building who can't stop talking; I was playing to someone,  he walked in, sat next to them and started talking. I didn't say anything, but I completely lost it, got up and walked out. I couldn't go home because I was holding the only key, so I sat in the garden until closing time. The truth is I don't know how to react to the situation. It's not the first time this has happened. I wanted to speak to the manager about it, but I hadn't realised that he'd fucked off early. I'm not going in this Sunday. In fact I'm not doing any more Sundays unless the problem is sorted out.
Our town had an outdoor musical event over the weekend. (I use the term 'music' loosely). Thankfully it poured down with rain on Saturday, so all the music was indoors. It finished at 2am, at which point I was woken up by drunken revellers staggering down the street. And then there was another lot. I spent the rest of the night awake. The weather was nice on Sunday, so the music was consequently louder. It only went on until 10pm, and I slept much better.
My mood has been low again ever since Sunday. I'm going away next Tuesday, and I don't want another bad Sunday before I go.

The local wildlife

There is a derelict building bordering the garden that I'm looking after, which is badly infested with pigeons. The man who runs the historic building feeds them every morning, which hasn't helped me one bit. The said pigeons keep attacking my plants. When I arrived there this morning, I saw them completely strip two fuchsias of all the buds that were about to open. Bastards. I'm really livid about it, and the feeling is likely to go on for some time. I've decided that I'm not going to look after the garden any more. I've worked so hard on it, but those bloody birds have completely broken my will to carry on with it. I'd surrounded a number of plants with wire mesh, because the pigeons had been eating all the buds. Later on I'm going to remove all the wire mesh, so they can have those plants too. I'm sick and tired of it. Cunts.