I met a human rights lawyer at the weekend, at my friend's Eurovision song contest party.
Azerbaijan sang victorious. Azarbaijan???? Well, Blue didn't stand a chance really and nor did Jedward when you consider all these countries vote for their neighbours.
So, a human rights lawyer was there. I told her I'd given up with lawyers, but I was going to go to my MP, one last time on housing issues, to ask him for "the statutory instrument" I need to change an anomoly in the housing allocation policy.
Human rights lawyer told I might have a case for discrimination. Her own organisation couldn't help because they deal more with discrimination issues based on race or mental health.
But, she said, Liberty might take it. Contact them, she urged me.
I will. Not today but I will.
My housing plans are the reasons I want to stop blogging.
My housing plans were the reason I started in the first place.
Will I get a council flat? I asked two years ago.
No, was the answer I gave you.
That was a blow, if I'm honest.
I've come back though.
Did she ever get the £283m, a reader might ask.
Did she ever manage to change the policy on allocating homeless people? a reader might ask.
You know, I might succeed with these things. Follow me on this journey to success so I may show you that hanging on to hope brings its rewards...
Geez, I took you on my dentist journey believing I'd be telling you teeth can be saved and don't be frightened.
That was another blow, if I'm honest.
It's all so bloody negative. This life, our lives, some of us...
I quit smoking. After 25 years I quit smoking.
It's here, on blogspot, my one success out of all the challenges I set myself.
That's no blow. If I can do it so can you.
I want to quit blogspot on a hopeful note
Is that so hard?
Why is that so hard?
Do I surrender? Admit defeat?
I don't want a cigarette but at least I can have a cigarette moment
Plans put in place at parties...
Breathe in, exhale