Last night...

Tonight is my 9th of living go the gutters and it could be my last for a while. I was supposed to return home on tuesday but j is (bravely) suffering a nasty flu bug and feels it's better if i stay away. Knowing how flu knocks me, i wasn't going to argue. Having been living in cramped conditions and balancing on a 16" wide bed for 9 nights, i thought cabin fever night have hit by now - but it hasn't and i could happily live for longer periods like this. I'm settled into a routine of solar charging my torch, phone and radio during the day, checking my leisure battery every morning and warming up my heatpads at night (it was very cold at night in Scotland). I'm even used to washing via mineral water bottles and a plastic food tub although yesterday i hit a low point when i was struggling with the heat, stinking feet and felt as though i was covered in greasy chip fat. Living on/by the road shows just how little i really need to get by, but i have missed having proper internet access to keep up to date with the buns' journals. However it will be nice to stretch out on my 5' bed, have hot water at the turn of a tap and be able to sleep without keeping an ear out for prowlers or having to move on too early go the morning to avoid being seen.