Day 804

It occurs to me that yesterday's disaster occurred three years after the finals results came out, to within 10 minutes. Is someone trying to tell me something? Maybe I need a radical rethink.

Went to town in the morning, scanned the careers section in the library. I feel a course could be a good idea, or perhaps some voluntary work for vital experience and to restore my confidence. Wish I could sort out the career thing: 'Bus driver - Ambulance man - Ticket inspector - I don't understand'. Too true. 'The one that never knocks'. Made a new claim appointment for 3.30 on Monday.

In the evening realised I'd been wearing black socks since about 1985 at least. I know it seems a strange thing to realise but for the last nine or ten years I've only worn one colour and never even thought about another one. So on impulse went to Sainsbury's and bought some white socks. Perhaps it'll be positively symbolic.

Now we've got a new period of unemployment we ought to try and be constructive. I intend to go into town on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and do something at least vaguely job-related. It'll prevent isolation and DHSS hassle and keep up the exercise. Got to be positive and not brood.