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

A trip down memory lane

This is me, a long time ago in 1990. At the time that picture was taken I was living in England and I did a sponsored bike ride.

I remember it was cold when I started off very early in the morning and it was cold and dark when I got back.

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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 deceased, bless his heart), 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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Old Hall, Little Plumstead

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.

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Little Lord Fauntleroy

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.

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