Fumigation

Spent most of the weekend fumigating the flat. Ray has left! I withdrew the last of my savings and booked him into a bed and breakfast in town for a week. I've taken last minute leave at work and I'm going over there later. The trains campaign is on the back burner, he always saw me right at the radio station and now he needs me. And besides the train guards keep threatening to get me arrested as I parade the station wearing my 'Late Trains - We Should All Complain' sandwich board.

As I've been cleaning I came across the dream catcher and essential oils Dianne gave me, absent mindedly I put them in the bag to go to the charity shop but now I'm not so sure - it could be bad luck? As I type the dream catcher looks like a fancy spiders web laid out on my pillow. I've popped a few drops of the Neroli essential oil in my living room oil burner and its taking away the stench. At least something she gave me is coming in handy.
Tony McNamara is calling later, his sister is a nurse and I feel that as he was messing around with Ray's wife he owes him one. Even if its advice where to get help.