Last night, when I was about to sleep, my Artist Friend rang me; looking home, from Antrim A and E. I didn't expect him to be discharged that quickly. However, I drove there; but diverted, as Cops stopped somebody on the way, and I was in a rush. (It's probably the ongoing saga about a woman who slept with her cousin's husband, and they pulled each other's hair on a School Run)
In the end, I got my friend back. But first went to a 24-hour shop in Cookstown to get a few things. Then I stayed at his, overnight, for sleep.
I desperately need time to myself. I'm going mad.
