“From mud through blood to the green fields beyond”
Lest we forget.
English Breakfast today with friends.
Honey, when I say “I bring home the bacon.” I do mean I bring home the bacon, 1.5 pounds to be precise, three tins of Baked Beans, half a pound of Mushrooms, 18 eggs, 30 sausages and three loafs of white bread for toast. But it was just a little investment in a great friendship that hopefully will last for years and years to come. And boy, did we laugh today.
I once was in love, I was only ten years old. Perfectly innocent we held hands and were equally happy. I remember this summer afternoon in the forest hidden under a roof of three foot ferns, away from the world.
I must have been 12 years old I think when I saw this image in the sky for a split second on my way to school and they said I was one penny short for a pound ‘up there in my piggy bank’ when I told my friends at school that day. Later in life I discovered that is was an F-117A Nighthawk when I saw a documentary on Discovery a few years ago. So there, I wasn’t barmy after all and there are no UFO’s.
Some time ago I asked a complete stranger to take a picture for me of a place where I once lived and had a very good time.
In 1989 I came to live in Old Hall, Little Plumstead Hospital. I made friends there that I haven’t forgotten and I never will. I lived and worked there, grew up, learned, loved and was loved.
This is where you can read all about my favorite people or places to go to. Most of those places I have very fond memories of, or the food was excellent, the air was clean or it was just the most beautiful place I ever seen in my life. This section will be updated regularly, so do not forget to come back here every now and then. Enjoy!
For years now I have been suffering from Asthma and many times of a Pneumonia. One thing that kept me going for all these years is my faith in God. Praying to Him when having a difficult time breathing was one big shove forward to get me back on my feet and move on. For all the things I can not do anymore on earth with my body -except for praising the Lord-, I long desperately to do them when I go to heaven.
So here is my Todo list for Heaven …
Little Lord Fauntleroy, getting reacquainted with the most beautiful book of my childhood.
Once, when I was 6 or 7 years old, I read Little Lord Fauntleroy, a book written by Frances Hodgson Burnett. And when I finished it I read it again … and again. And I never forgot. It was my first book with people from the grown ups world, where people could be mean. And then there was this little boy, capable of making these mean people nice and happy again. It fired my imagination to leave your own trusted surroundings and take a boat across the sea, no land around you and surrendered to God’s mercy and to go to a country and live in a castle.