Letters From The Wasp Factory

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Anyway, I should say sorry – sorry for not having written before. The main reason was a bloody chest infection which had confined me to bed for one week. That week was long enough to dampen my mental well-being with the result that I was scared to go out again. The letter from the DWP, as you know, has nicely classified me as a complete idiot, which did the rest to my confidence.
The other week I went to Glasgow to buy a book, on the reading list of my book group. I have finished it two days ago and it is better than I thought it would be. It is a single mom on benefits whose daughter escape rape narrowly. The plot is interesting but the writing style needs some adjustments as it is written from the view of the four year old child. At the beginning …show more content…

One is called “Conviction; Violence, Culture and a shared public service agenda” by John Carnochan and “The Wasp Factory” by Iain Banks. The first one is a revelation. Someone from the Glasgow “Violence Reduction Unit” wrote honestly about the crime culture in the West of Scotland. I am attempted to send him my essay (people like you and me), but then I am not allowed to hand an essay in for my Higher English which has been already in circulation. So, I will wait after the first weekend in August when the official results are out. Personally, I cannot wait for his feedback, but I might be here on a pink dream cloud. Maybe I leave …show more content…

Though, apart from you I haven’t told anyone about my new mental health status. Elizabeth is too much from the old school – only those who are working (and are in a working age) are deemed good people. This could evolve into another problem (sugar) as she is hoping that I will find a job soon. The good thing about her lifestyle is that her way of living is so different from Gallowhill Court that there is virtually no connection to my ‘old life’ of twelve years. The rest of that life is only happening in my mind.

Mentioning my old life: my “old” friends, especially Craig, were too much of nutcases with a strong tendency to autism. As this entails a very wide range, they were highly functioning people who only knew how to prioritise their own lives. Last year only elain was helping me in her own way. Unfortunately, she is terminally ill.

That is why I am actively seeking new friends. Friends who are more like you or my village friend Angela, and a bit like Elaine. Friends I can talk to without running the risk of becoming a social media object or a gossip. Friends who do not condemn me because my lifestyle doesn’t fin in their drawer of their perfect

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