Wishing On a Star

  Friday 9th February 2024 asalaam Malaikum wa ramatuallhi wa barakatu brother Keith I just got home from Miquelles theatre show that I've told you about It was sooo good I'm so hungry I felt ill all day I woke up with a migraine with a migraine aura and took painkillers and drank coffee but it kept shifting the pain behind my eyes and forehead... Took valium it eased up but my belly hurt all day with nerves and dread of going out even though my sister was coming for me in the car. I wish I could get picked up in cars more often it was so much easier to get around. I did force myself out I got showered washed my hair and put on my party dress lol. I've sent a pic. I didn't put any make up. I don't even have any tbh.. I worn glasses too but took them off for my photo. I had a photo with Miquelle too. She looks beautiful I look terrible. I bought her a bouquet of flowers I cooked for Miquelle before she went out but I never ate a thing all day... We...

  Asalaam Malaikum wa ramatuallhi wa barakatu brother Keith I got your most recent two messages but I had to purchase stamps to write back to you which I didn't want to do that much to be honest as it's all costing money that I don't have to spend. So when I spend my money and you can't even be bothered to write back properly... how do you think that makes me feel? it reminds me of how you behaved in the past to be honest. And I've just spent five dollars now to write this, so if you don't reply I will be very upset with you and once this 10 stamps are used up then you really won't hear from me again unless you sort out your attitude towards me. After everything I've done for you in the past the least you can do is write properly, even if it is only ONE paragraph of SENSE at a time. I'm not interested in 'tomorrow'.. you're not even working now so only Allah (SWT) knows why you can't work or why you stopped going to Jummah or...

  She stopped talking to me quite a long time ago. I can't remember exactly how long ago but she is a very spiteful and selfish woman and she was angry with me for seeking psychiatric help saying it was embarrassment for her and she was denying I had any diagnosis in 1997 after assessments despite my medical records saying I was statemented with significant social needs she shouted at me 'I hope you get the counselling that you think you need' She was very rude to me about other things like religion and my name I took very personally because she's English and we're not necessarily because my father is not English and it upset me a lot then she said she was done with me AND everyone else and she blocked me on social media and stopped talking to me. Not heard from her since except she saw Sheldon (Dejeaun girl my daughter in law) on the bus with Omari (my grandson) and told Sheldon that 'no one will speak to her!!!' and Sheldon told her she wasn't get...

  Paris. It was not a good experience. I think because I was alone and I was on the tightest shoestring budget of 25 euro a day to eat and whatever else. Totally insane but I was what they call manic. I went on my own. I caught a plane to Beauvais from Manchester I only had a small hand luggage holdall with four outfits in it. I spent one night in Beauvais and planned to explore before I caught the train to Paris but there was literally nothing to see and it was just fortunate that I was literally staying in a room right next to the train station. I got there at 9.30am but there wasn't a train until 11.40am. I had high hopes for Paris and chatted to some Latvian girls on the train there. Once I arrive in Paris I'm in for a shock. I expect it to be like stepping off the train at Charing X in London and being able to walk around and see everything and easily find the tourist attractions on foot. I have a ticket for the hop on and off sightseeing bus too so I'm excited to go o...

  63 Galahad Road None of the staff even volunteered to come with her to view the property even though that was their job. Yet again another timeline had shifted, because if a staff member had come to view the property that day, there is no way that she would have ended up having to move into it. Maybe the council would have had to fix it up or provide an alternative offer, instead there was nowhere to turn. So it happened that the day she was scheduled to view the property the sky poured down such a steady and dismal rain that filled her heart with such melancholy that she couldn't cry tears. Despite the rain she took the walk down Loampit Vale as slowly as she possibly could. Past the Chemist to look at the soaps in the window, and the scrap reclaim yard with the interesting and unusual items were chained up on top of the entrance gates and displayed outside the door to the Aladdin’s Cave within. It was always a place she wanted to go, but never dared set foot inside.  Furth...

  The Reality Shift The housing estate apartment blocks rose up on either side of the road in rows of evenly spaced, large, rectangle windows. Like a barracks the building rose shrouded in mist. The short grass around the buildings was fenced in with low, pointed, black iron Fleur de Lys.  The night coloured in the sky. An immense inky dark purply-black cloud, so thick and heavy that the streetlights struggled to cast down more than a feeble glow of orange light on the slick wet curb. Like sealskin, the wet roads and sidewalk drank it up.  The mist was looming, enshrouding everything with its cold, damp cloak. It wasn’t even 8pm, but there was no other soul on the streets; it was desolate, deserted. Anything that was out that night was either desperate like herself; or not of this realm.  It was the perfect condition of night for parallel realities to collide.  I walked onwards unable to see very little to the left or right, to the front or behind, I was envelop...