I floated, free as a bird from work to my mums, my friends and then my aunts and another friends house to spread the news of my release. Everyone has concern for my son, sympathy for my wife and relief for me. I don't know the last time that I moved this freely and it felt fantastic. There were a lot of bewildered faces, not really sure what to say. Now I am in a pub near my sons house awaiting my ex to come home as I'm sleeping there tonight. People are unsure of whether this situation of me sleeping downstairs will last until my house is sorted out. We will take one day at a time. I am looking forward to work tomorrow. A sense of normality. I was at work humming a song to myself and when I concentrated on the words, I realised it was 'The Soup Dragons' with 'I'm Free'. My subconscious was celebrating unbeknownst to me. If I listened closely I could hear cheering and party whistles being blown. The party inside my head was in full swing without me playing 'freedom' related hits. It's weird when the mind carries on doing things without your known instruction. I hope tonight goes smoothly. It's cold outside. I should probably not tell my ex about the mind party.