Screened.

So it went, two sheets on a clip board, a short wait, horrible lighting, excitement about the possible scrutiny, any publicity is a reminder that you're alive. I sat with the screener in a special room with a view of All Saints Park and I answered questions and signed forms. I am being referred to an educational psychiatrist in September who will decide the rest. Kent LEA has the job of funding my flawed mind. I reckon that I am not dyslexic, just lazy. Tune in again in mid-September to see if I get humiliated in front of the whole school during sports day.

And here's a photo before tea and a biscuit:



This is a Herne Bay shoreline from last year. I hope it makes you imagine something pleasing, or a story about a tramp that 'fell' onto the bonfire. Love ya.