An Old Friend

On Saturday 25th October I saw an old girlfriend who used to be the light of my life 30 years ago. We both had changed a lot but still had so many things to talk about. She still lived in Chelsea and had many stories to tell me. I was born in Chelsea and it used to be like a little village where everyone knew each other.
So when Angie came she told me of some people who had passed away which was sad but also some happier storries.Angie now worked on the post and I was now using a wheelchair.My family was such a big family I had so many aunts uncles and cousins living in Chelsea everyone around knew us.Angie did a lot of jobs around the house for me, she was brilliant. She told me how she had recently lost her parents. They owned a property in Scotland which she had just sold so it had been a problem travelling between London and Edinburgh.
Still it was brilliant seeing her again and nothing was a problem. I thought as she had never seen me in my wheelchair it might be a shock but she wasn't bothered. Then it was time to say goodbye and as Angie gave me a kiss on the cheek she asked me if I would like to go to Las Vegas for four days with her and her friends which was nice but I didn't have the confidence to except which was a shame.

A Week to Forget

The week is the week to forget. The year is 2010. I have been Summoned to the Old Bailey to give evidence in a murder trial. The murder was that of an old neighbour and good friend of mine called Sam Smith. He would never hurt a fly but he got involved with drugs and that led him to get in with the wrong people. Some mr. big in the drug world was owed a lot of money by Sam and he wasn,t going to wait for it. What he did was set a trap for Sam, they knew he went for regular walks at six o'clock every morning to the local park. They sat and waited till he came by their parked car. Then they jumped out and stabbed him, he didn't stand a chance. I told the court what I had seen and they found the gang guilty of Sams murder and gave them life without parole.

My Week in Hell. (In The Countryside)

One Monday in 1915 I awoke to find myself laying in the countryside. But how could this be,I thought? The previous day I could remember I had gone to my job at Peter Jones store as usual and done my job. I was an assistant in the dispatch departmentand lived nearby in Sloane Square so I could not think how I got to the countryside.
The next thing I heard were people shouting and yelling Attention On your Feet. Quick the train is coming. I did not know at the time but the train they were talking about was to the frontline. I can now recall why I was here, it was the first world war and I had been called up to fight. The place where I was called Ypres and we had been there for two weeks. Yes it is all coming back to me now, how I was called up and been trained for many weeks, then sent to France with many others. As I moved to get to my feet a shell burst alongside me knocking me off my feet and injuring many others. There were bullets flying everywhere,I was sure the next one would have my name on it.
The same day we managed to survive, there had been about a thousand men killed or lost.The ones who were missing probably had been blown to pieces or lost in the mud or drowned in a waterfilled shellhole. As the day proceeded it was starting to get dark again, another night where I could imagine I was in the English countryside.

Consultation at Sunberry I.L.S.

The day is Thursday 30th September 2010. A representative of H&F council came to ask our opinions if the council was to close Sunberry. They said the moves they had in mind were to move some people to Imperial Wharf and some to Elgin Close Resource Centre. The council wanted to know what people's opinions were. For me it wouldn't pose a problem but for several others it might. They were bothered whether the care and assistance they receive now would be continued at Imperial Wharf or Elgin. The lady from the council said they had every intention of doing most of the things being done at the moment at Sunberry,which for myself was very reassuring. We had all been given forms asking if we would agree or disagree to the move and the council said nothing will be decided until they had been returned and counted, which should be in about four weeks time. So even though they couldn't give a sure answer, I still found it helpful.