48 Monday 6 August, 2.30pm.
People who say prison is easy are talking s**t. I’ve only been here a few hours but I’m just about ready to give up.
The magistrates’ court was a formality. A waste of time, almost. I was barely in the building five minutes, before I was brought here.
The remand prison is a specialist women’s prison. Almost everyone here is waiting for their trial. I wonder how many are innocent, but judging by those I’ve seen it doesn’t look like many.
If I felt alone in custody at the police station, this is something else entirely. This feels like proper prison. It is proper prison.
The staff have tried to be nice to me, but it’s mostly just formal. I guess they need to try to keep people on side, but still showing that there are rules and regulations that need to be adh
