Saturday, August 21
It's been a week and I still haven't written about Sheffield. Too late to give a proper description now, but it was fun overall. We watched movies, ate bagels, got drunk, played with the cats, went to a
Butterfly House which had far more than just butterflies (
photos start here), had tea in a veggie cafe, and lazed around watching clouds and thunderstorms. I left on Monday afternoon, caught a bus to
Meadowhall and spent an hour shopping. I came back with incense and £16's worth of hair dye.
On Tuesday I saw my psychologist, and we concluded I'm doing rather well, then in the evening I and had dinner with Rebecca, who I haven't seen in a year. She's put weight on but was still friendly and ace. We went to the Royal Park for a pint afterwards, to watch the sunset and drool at the pretty people. Both were stunning.
Wednesday was the day I came over to Belfast. My brother had agreed to drive me to the airport. We got halfway there when I realised I'd forgotten my passport. Luckily he'd arrived far too early so we had time to go and retrieve it. After I landed, Rory and his flatmate and I went to Sainsburys and bought lots of lovely things. I managed to not eat all of it, which I was very proud of. It took a lot of self control, but hopefully it's a sign I'm getting better. I wasn't as good the day after, but these things come slowly.
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