Great tiredness

I spent the day offering my services all over the place, looking for any kind of job – I’m knackered. The people are poor, the purse-strings are tight, and they are using me more for solidarity than for actual need, more often that not. Mum’s pension is enough, but I don’t want to completely depend on her – I am, after all, nearly 26. I didn’t work while I was in Kilmartin and I used up the few pounds I had left in Edinburgh’s shops… I have to meet Connie in the pub tonight. I know that she’ll get me the few beers I’ll have, but i don’t like being in debt to other folk.I opened the window in my room, and the garden exhaled the scent of mature narcissus. I took in the air in great, deep breaths, fresh and invigorating. I felt like I was drinking from the holy chalice of spring. I can still feel it buzzing in my head – it’s delicious.