Moved into homeless accommodation in Leith. It’s basically a room with a bed and a sink. There’s a small chest of drawers and a built in cupboard. And a very small TV. I never watch TV.
I called my ex-wife to let her know I’d arrived safely, posted updates on Twitter and FaceBook, and spent half an hour trying very hard not to cry. Read a book for a while, then called Wioleta, and had to explain why getting a job now may not be the best plan. She sounded confused and disappointed, which is hardly surprising. Not least because she’s right.
No cooking appliances meant no food. No cup meant very little to drink [had to pour water into a kettle then drink from the kettle]. So I went to sleep at about 7pm, woke up again at 3am ish and spend the rest of the night waiting for morning to come.
More on today later.