Just finished my first section of Week 1 and realized something I never connected before: the loneliness I carry even in a house full of people traces straight back to a survival deal I made at five years old - be useful, be perfect, and maybe you'll belong. I've been reaching for reciprocity that my old caretaker role was never built to receive.

I have been going crazy all day, trying to get a splinter out of my finger. It started yesterday when I was trying to cut fibreglass mesh to make screens for the windows to stop insects coming into the house. Here in the UK we are not used to hot weather, cold weather, rain, snow, well pretty much anything can bring the country to a standstill! We once had the trains come to a stop as there were “leaves on the line”, I am not joking. So I couldn’t find anything suitable to buy ready made that didn’t cost a fortune to stop the insects so I thought I could do it myself. It took a whole day, some antiseptic spray, TCP, plasters (band aid @Shawn Bailey) etc and then at 10.45pm I saw what was causing my pain. I got some tweezers and pulled and was shocked that a tiny piece of fibreglass was the culprit. To me it was huge… so I took a photo with a ruler. It was about 4.5mm…. What a relief it’s out!