Apologies for the blog being offline, it was necessary. Do your friends despise, forsake you? take it to the Lord in payer – ‘Lord my friends are pants, please send some better ones!’. Advertisements

observations

I am doing a series of short posts today, this is because I am in bed. This, as far as know, is the first time I have ever spent a day in bed, I am far too hyperactive to waste time resting normally.Even now I am sitting here, on the laptop when I should be…

Winchester is crawling with jam sandwiches and ants, looking for HG, but she is tucked into a bed hundreds of miles away.Is’t it funny how horrendously similar the Bishop’s wives are in looks? do they make them in a factory or something? Do they get that way from smiling at the world and turning a…

The silenced

Just think, what happens to all those victims in the church who do not go on fighting to be heard?What happens to the silenced?To those who see and hear the church’s dishonest headlines that invalidate them.Those who commit suicide and are slurred as ‘mentally ill’ when in reality they are damaged by abuse.Those who know…

Il est des moments comme cela que vous savez qui sont vos amis, ou pas. Il est des moments comme celui-ci qui nous définissent:) haha.

This last great Journey Home 2

My first ‘Home’ and what I would give to be back there, safe and innocent of the terrible future. So many times, I walked here with Poppy and watched the trains. And watched the trains First call with the Newspapers at 6am, Andover Road. I sat here every day, waiting for the end, and no,…