I am still obligated to see this supervision officer. He is supposed to be doing a court report on Friday, as the sentence has been deferred yet again. It never ends.

Even after the case ends (again), I will have to see this David guy for, God only knows how many more months to follow. And I am saying nothing to the man. If he needs to know if I've moved house, then fine. Anything else - I am rightfully not going to be divulging my habits to him. These people are just informants. Anything you say can be jotted down and used against you. Do not mistake them for people to unload your melodrama onto. Believe me.

I really don't see the point in this anyhow, as my opinion remains unchanged. I've been stitched up and I had nobility throughout it all. I've just got home after being fully committed just for apologizing in a sincere manner, and you should have heard what the PF was saying in the courtroom. Now they're going to take out a restraining order in regards to Sara's boyfriend. They were talking about remanding me for another 2 weeks and I was thinking, screw that. The G4S people never bothered to bring my stuff with me to court after I bagged it. It's not fair to oppose my liberty because they lied, I am not meant to contact them and the company they work for is full of backstabbers.

The women can use the law as a legal trump card all they want, but they treated me unfairly in the first place over something silly, then everyone on their end lied and turned on me. Of course anyone would be saddened if they had received "care" from these people for several years, especially if one felt they had developed a connection of some sort. They would likely want answers as to where things went sour.

The sad truth is, anything caregivers do is just for a pay check. My happiness and frame of mind means bugger all to them anyway. I am easily replaced.

My own lawyer said that my bail address isn't suitable because my mother has 'mild learning difficulties' (untrue, by the way) and they thought I should be sent to another town. My mother is not happy about this. If I had shut up and not protested yesterday in court, I reckon I would have been on a bus back to Barlinnie, by the way. So I am lucky.