Just now

I've had a call from the health worker I saw last week. She told me exactly what I told her. The waiting listy for diagnosis is over two years. She also suggested I contact the autism charity I told her I'd already contacted. Well done health worker. That was a real masterpiece of detection.

Class

Queen Victoria presented her family to the nation as being middle class. Last night's documentary set my mind racing. When I was very small I asked my dad what class we were. He said we were working class, and proud of it. I didn't understand then and don't understand now. I certainly can't be proud of servility, deference and a willingness to be exploited. If he was proud if that, then he's a bigger idiot than he appears.

My interests might be described as middle class. That really offends me. Middle class to me signifies a comfortable smugness, an indifference to those less fortunate, snobbery, and an overbearing materialism, and Daily Mail attitudes.

We still have some vestiges of the class system in this country, but I refuse to wear someone else's labels. The whole idea is crap.

This morning

I woke up around six o'clock after a very unsettled night, coughing hard. It was ferociously windy outside. I could hear bangs, crashes, crunches and things being blown down the street. In short it's nasty outside. After the usual coffee and fags breakfast I went to the front to take some pictures. I nearly got blown over once or twice. It certainly doesn't feel like spring at all.

Last night

I watched documentaries about the building of new towns in the 1960s, Indian history and her late majesty Queen Victoria. Very enjoyable and quite uneventful. Bed at ten.

Now

Bloody weather. Looks bloody miserable outside. Too bloody windy. Apart from that it's not too bad at all. We're still luckier in this country than many poor people in the world, who have to contend with earthquakes, typhoons, extreme heat or cold, extreme wet or dry and so many other terrible conditions.

Tonight

It'll be another quiet one for me, in the company of some documentaries or possibly a book. I won't want to be out and about in the weather that has set in.

The weather

The weather really doesn't seem to know what it's doing. The blue skies of earlier have been replaced by more of the horrible grey stuff. It's getting windier now, and I've been told that we're in for some gales over the next few days. Boring.