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The court granted the orders that I can't see them, based purely on 'the balance of convenience', rather than any sort of sound reasoning. I can't. I just can't

The worst case scenario came true today. My kids are gone. Officially. I will go tonight and spend time with this woman, be rejected by the very last person whose opinion of me matters and then...well, we'll see, won't we?

Red Sonja. The new one. It reminds me of those made-for-TV films on satellite TV in the early 2000s. I really want to enjoy it, but just can't get into it for some reason. I think it just feels very generic, without any real Hyborian vibe. Yeah, the Arnie Conan films were a bit squiffy...

Currently watching The Name of the Rose on DVD. I thoroughly enjoyed the novel and the film is not without its charms. I love books to the point of it being likely pathological in some way, as well as a good mystery.

Malibu and coke. I put away a few pints, but I'm in the mood for something easy and sweet. Ha. Aren't I always? I think I'm on my...uh...8th? I'm sitting here texting my mates back in-country making awkward eye contact with myself in the mirror behind the bar. I'm not bad looking for my age...

I was in the city today, wandering around being cold and sad and forgetting why I actually came in, when I decided enough was enough. I made my plan and decided to go into a pub for one last meal before lights out. I'd literally just ordered it when there's a ping on the app for the charity I...

I no longer have any hope of that. I've mentally filed them under 'dead', along with everyone else.

As I unpack I have come to realise that about a third of all my possessions were thrown out. I was already heartbroken by everything else that's happening, so this is just a dull 'ohhh...'. I hate life so much.

Why is life such a slog? Why is it that I get needled and slapped about so frequently? Minor things, but constant, that just make it so hard to enjoy life? I don't ask much, but get far less. I will make thisnplace comfortable for the season, then get ready to head back tonthe war. For good...

My children

Getting there. Needs curtains.

Yeah, save the loss of a few irreplaceable momentos of past adventures and my TV, I'm basically sorted. Need more bookshelves, though. I have a dozen more boxes of the bloody things.

14 hours in thw hospital and they don’t know what it is. I came home this morning and finally unpacked my storage unit, to find that some of my most treasured possessions are absent and nobody seems to know what became of them. Life is just a constant drip drip drip of miserable things with...

Cheap, crappy imitation stove arrived! Literally the cheapest one available, but it's a sort of faint ghost of what I always wanted.

No more sleeping on the floor in a pile of my kids' old blankets like a dog for me! It was delivered in bits. Putting it together was pretty simple, in theory, but all the strength has gone from my arms and I'm panting and sweating like I just finished the special, four-course Christmas menu in...

I can wait for another half hour, then I have to get the bus to my 'are you still alive?' appointment at the loony bin. I can afford that, just not a taxi last night. Once I get to the city I can get more money from my savings.

It does. I'm really looking forward to being able to curl up in an agonised ball on a mattress instead of the floor. I got a refund from something so I've ordered an electric heater that looks like the wood burning stove we always wanted. Waste of money, but I couldn’t help myself.

I'm sick. This thing I've had for months that stops me earing that I thought would go away when I got home and had familiar food? Worst it's been. I phoned the out of hours medical service and they were like 'get to hospital as soon as possible'. I'm not going. I'm too poor. I can't afford to...

It makes me think of my two mates back in-country, an Aussie ex-cop and a legitimate, real-life Floridaman. I told my best friend back home about our adventures, including getting arrested by the locals a few times, getting into fights with other units who talked shit and breaking into an...

Got these little dudes on the go. I'm trying really, really hard.

My front window.

Borrowed some.stuff from my parents

Needs more stuff on it. I had twenty years worth of accumulated decorations before, but gave them all away to the kids.

My bed space.

The Plastic Stick of Sadness. All psychic saving throws are made at disadvantage .