Slipping Down
August 28, 2003
The last four days look like the beginning of the end of my time at the house. I am exhausting what physical and mental resources I have left, and although
The last four days look like the beginning of the end of my time at the house. I am exhausting what physical and mental resources I have left, and although
Sonny and Lily got married yesterday, on the hottest day of the year. At the church I became involved quite naturally in ushering people into the building, where we all
A letter arrived from Robert. He has sent us our documents and wiped his PC of our work. The tone of his response was official and childish; it still hurts
I met myself in the newsagents this morning. The owner started telling me that the world is overpopulated. I was backing away by the end of our brief conversation. It
After lunch, I read my Sicily appraisals. Robert showed the same ignorance of support as Priya. I chatted with Karaj in the garden. He thanked us for our support yesterday.
I need to settle down. I am all over the place at the moment. No clarity. Agitation but no real focus. Both Karaj and I are agitated. He more so
All I seem to be doing at the moment is fitting in a little work in between long periods of sleep. I reflected this morning that all my life I
Tonight’s Wednesday Supervision Group was attended by Karaj, George, Harriet, Simran, Shona, Michelle, Ishwar and me. We spent a lot of time on Kuldip (not even present), Michelle (fucking around)
After yesterday’s celebrations with Michelle’s father, I read the letter I wrote to my dad a year ago. I realised that I couldn’t write about my own father because he,
During the course of the morning, Kuldip was challenged because he does not know what he is saying; we translated part of Simran’s letter into Punjabi (pain is pain in