Apathy
By Léonie Cooper profile image Léonie Cooper
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Apathy

Trying to get up and out of my tent from apathy can be such a haul in the morning but rise me all must project through another day.

Cars roused me as fine rain blew against my tent, and the cold touch of air upon my face brings about a shift to hand and foot.

Breakfast

Hitched a lift into Selkirk from a surveyor on his way to work, the warm air from the vans vented heating put my nerves at ease.

My Cockrell!

Caught the bus into Galashiels and picked up my reading glasses . Feels great to read again clearly, edges now appear on letters.

First pair of glasses!

Visited some friends then obtained a phone call from the borders council stating they have given me a local connection to the area. I am drinking a lot of alcohol to slow down my racing mind, need to research a healthy alternative; also booked myself in with a chiropractor, the film Jacobs ladder springs to mind, am most likely as disturbed as him. Had three pints of Tenants which has slowed down my mind sufficiently, going to have to continue my journey if I am not going to be spending money on public.

Talked through their teeth at me in the Green Hotel, Peebles.

I'm very tired so have now cancelled my trip to Bannockburn. I am shattered but will make effort to celebrate Samhain here in the borders, my grandmother was from here. So I hitch-hiked to Peebles, and drank at a pub named the Green house. Feeling very tired and bothered so going to call an early night.

By Léonie Cooper profile image Léonie Cooper
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Diary Selkirk Galashiels