Where are you now?

Life goes on and people move to different places, you stayed and I left for the last time. Years have passed and children have grown from onesies to a wedding dress. And I sometimes think back to those times when we were happy and careless and to the days that we were friends.

But where are you now?
Are you alright my friend?
Is your life complete, like mine?
Do you long for those days too from long ago?

Life goes on and people change like places, I left as then I had no choice. And years have passed and left those scars that will not ever be healed in time again. And sometimes I just think that all this time you never have forgotten too of days so long ago when were were friends.

But where are you now?
Are you alright my friend?
Is your life complete, like mine?
Do you long for those days too from long ago?

And life goes on and people change and houses are torn down and built again, over and over. Nothing stays the same and never ever shall we meet again. Sometimes I think that I should not have left but then I would have not got this far when I was young and we were friends.

But where are you now?
Are you alright my friend?
Is your life complete, like mine?
Do you long for those days too from long ago?

On my way to church

Over the last weeks I haven’t been quite happy for multiple reasons but I won’t bother you with that again. And to those whom I brushed off in the past days, I apologise. I shouldn’t have been so harsh on you and I am sorry.

Yesterday I had my regular infusion so for the next days I will be recuperating and be getting back on my feet. And I need to be a little more happy I think.

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Old Hall

Life was wonderful in those days
So strange yet so good
Sitting there in the living room
Up in that magic Old Hall
In that lovely Little Plumstead

It was so good looking at the world
So perfectly at peace
All snugged up in my four post bed
Up in my room in Old Hall
In that lovely Little Plumstead

I remember it was like a castle then
So incredibly majestic
A happy bunch in a beautiful mansion
All in our room in Old Hall
In that lovely Little Plumstead

So I’m eccentric

Today someone said to me: “Doesn’t it worry you that people find you a little bit eccentric?” To which I replied “Am I?” And then I thought: “So what? Does it really matter?”

People come in all sorts and sizes. Some have a hump, some have a lisp, some stink. And some are quite normal, like you, or a little bit eccentric, like me. But we all enjoy the warmth of the sun in the same way. Personally I’m not bothered that people say I am eccentric, and I don’t even care that I really am. I quite enjoy my life as I live it, idiosyncrasies, odd hobbies and peculiarities included. There’s a name for that: HAPPINESS!

So if you happen to step into my life, accept me the way I am. And if you don’t: I still pour you a cup of coffee. Because that’s what I’m like.

Plumstead Hall

When I was 19 years old I went to England to live there for a few years. Ever since I returned the people I lived with there have a special place in my heart and I will never forget them.

Judi Arnold, now Judi Dale, Annette Francis, now Annette Thorpe, Liz May (where are you now Liz?), Anzio Cabrini, Simon Parsons, Nick Bowman, Elliot Stevens, Ruth Wilkinson, Anne-Louise James, Darrin Fox, Stuart Ingram, Rod and Sue Townend, Gordon and Nancy managing the Social Club, Sue May, Lawrence Swerlinck (now in Heaven, forever in our hearts, RIP), Sarah Blake (Blakey), Mark Blazeby, Joe Toehill, Tim Bryant, Norman Allen, Sue Harris, Margaret Jackson (Maggie, my ‘surrogate mother’), Stephen Eyers, Jean Ringwood, Susan May (Liz’ mother) and so many others were an important part of my life. And in case if I have forgotten your name, you too.


My rooms were in the Old Hall, an old but beautiful mansion, built in red stone with a large lawn in front of it. Here is a picture of it from around 1930 when Major Ashley lived there.

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English Breakfast

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.