Hello everyone
The flat has gone, I am homeless. My daughter and her partner have been kind enough to put us up for a while and I am very grateful, although a little stiff and achy from sleeping on the floor, or rather lying on the floor as sleep eludes me, nothing but a couple of hours a night.
One of my beloved cats ran away on the first day (we've been here six days now) and I've hardly seen him since. He didn't come back at all for three days, but turned up yesterday in the garden crying, managed to get him to eat a little before he vanished again and my other cat is terrified of everything, the dog, the chickens, the kids and the other cats; she refuses to eat and spends her days hiding under the hedge in the garden, only coming in at night when it's quiet.
I am desperately searching for a place to live but there seems to be nothing that will consider pets or dss; I don't know what to do, I have lost everything. I am living hand to mouth, the things I need daily I carry around in my backpack and a small carrier bag, my novel is one of them, although I have written nothing. I am writing this in my car parked up at the edge of a field; I had to get away.
The council have confirmed my homelessness with a brief letter and marked me as band B, but nothing changes. I have not seen or heard from Dan, although I didn't really expect to. I don't know where I will be next week, next month or even tomorrow. My life is spiralling out of control and there seems nothing I can do to stop it.
