Have accepted that I hate working in the police station, have qualified, have started court work, haven't made any truly obvious fuck ups and have finished studying. Part-time job with Mowbrays and am now portfolio working with matching in mind. Bit of teaching, advocacy and whatever else presents. Guilty about it because Age is working so hard but so much happier than I was doing nine-to-five every day at the same place. Lots of stress but nothing too serious. Bitch to Age at the weekend, have so much stuff that I dredge up that isn't his fault but that he gets the brunt of, when will I stop being such a toddler. Want something to happen but not sure what, the adoption needs to be moving on before life stalls completely or explodes into metallic confetti. sleeping some of the time, but not all of the time.