#142

It really does look like John will have to go back into the mental hospital – at least for a while. His behaviour over the last two days has descended into complete psychosis, and this evening, his 47 death threats began to take some kind of a physical advance when I found a huge kitchen knife stuffed down the front of his trouser. He's also began talking in that weird mechanical voice again, speaking his words as if there's a full-stop after each. So tomorrow, as painful as it will be, I'll phone the Mental Health Hotline and find out the procedure for having him re-admitted into care. Until then, it'll be another long, terrifying, sleepless night...