Big Bro is home from work. After completing The Three Peaks Challenge he hobbled for a few days and dosed himself up with pain meds and ibuprofen. He went back to work yesterday.. lasted a day hobbling around on his ankle and then.. when he went to try to walk to work this morning.. had to come home and get himself off to the Doctor.

Twisted muscles and squished ligaments are the order of the day.. as is another week of rest with his foot in the air taking it easy... hes not at all impressed... and neither is HB. She likes that little bit of independence that being at home alone gives her when shes on summer vacation. She doesn't have to get dressed if she doesn't want to... she can mooch about in her pj's til 3 in the afternoon if she wants... now.. with Big Bro popping over and lurking around my house for the day shes feels that shes got to get dressed. Not a happy bunny at all....

I'm not sure my cupboards and fridge will be able to cope.. he eats like a horse...

I've been asked by the MP at work how I'm feeling... if I feel threatened by the things that were said to me by PSNM on Friday... well.. I was upset by them.. I was scared by them... but it wasn't until Monday after I had given my statement to the Police.. and the PC pointed out that London is only a 4 hour drive away... that I started to look over my shoulder and try to pak my car REAL clsoe to work. I have to admit that I had to MAKE myself go to work today... I quite simply don't want to be there and its getting to the point that everytime the phone rings.. and the caller ID shows up as "External" (meaning the number has been withheld) I get scared thinking its going to be him again. Everytime someone tall comes up the steps and is wearing a suit... I think its going to be him...

So...how am I feeling??? Pretty shitty actually....