Another entry

I'm shaking with fear - there are, many evenings, people outside wanting me to move away. There were tonight, and the alarm the police gave me went off- mum thought it was the dog jumping up, but I know it wasn't. I hate being hated this much - 5 weeks of persecution is driving me insane, added to the losses I've had, it's a wonder I've survived. When anything happens to mum I'm away from this place, it will never feel like my home. I probably won't ever have a home again. I'll have a hoyse  but not a home.