Before my father died I was naughty with no fear.I stole sweets on my way to Church to confess my no doubt dreadful sins
I didn’t do it just for the taste.I was carrying out an experiment.The shop was in the front toom of a terraced house.The lady who ran it was usually in the kitchen so there were a couple of minutes when one was alone next to the sweets
Yes, it was possible to put some sweets into a pocket before she got into the shop
I only did this once
After my father died,I began to worry and of course decided it was my fault.So I spent many years feeling anxious.It got so bad I lost the ability to speak but as I was very quiet no-one noticed.That bothered me
Doing my A levels was very hard.The exams were 3 hours long but I could not stay in the room more than 1.5 hours.I hated the nuns, the school, the church,my mother etc
But I believed if I got angry my mother would die.If the nuns died I didn’ t mind
Luckily I passed the exams and got away.I was happy at University where people were polite to me.I met non-Catholics for the first time.I had a grant.There were fine bookshops and beautiful buildings and a choice of food [I had found eating difficult]
I think I only just managed to get away in time as my mind was nearly broken up.
If you feel worried that you are a sinner and going to Hell remember that it is not God who sends cruel thoughts into your mind,After all God is very busy looking after the Universe.He doesn’t have any concern about children/adults being naughty
It’s those children who are never naughty that we need to help.
Or men of power who are not just naughty but are unconcerned with others’ well being
or even unconcerned about killing millions in Iraq and then wondering why there are refugees drowning as they try to ge away from the horrors in the Middle East.
How can we keep complaining because we have to stay at home?
Of course for the poor in tower blocks it’s hard.But not as hard as what both adulys
and children suffered
Why did the Allies not bomb the train lines to Auschwitz
How many Jewish people then had to live in Displaced People’s Camps?
Still noone would take them
What is Christianity when Jesus was a practising Jew?
So what brings you here apart from a cab
I take everything too laterally
How can you tell?
I just open my mouth and my voice speaks
Any other problems?
My husband is unhappy in bed
Does he tell you this ?
Have you told the doctor?
No point as he can do nothing
How long is it since he died
The doctor is not dead
You seem to misunderand my inventions
You sound confused
It’s because you projected yours into me
Do you mean I am confused?
Maybe.It takes time to get any rapport
Don’t worry ,I brought a flask
How interesting.What’s in it?
You can’t drink brandy here
I didn’t know that
You have to bare the pain’
I don’t want to rush.Must I endure it?
I’ll be here.
But I won’t be
W ell,I can’t have patients living in.
I could cook for you
I can change your sheets
Oh, I just repapered the Printer
I merely paint mine
Who is more crazy
I ‘m surrey it iz zoo long since we had a feel to gather.I whoop that hence the -pan-de- mer-gimmick is covert ,we can go to the Zoo and flee the wild terminals in fractions that is a rational protection
I am still preaching topology and Harry’s bottle for Beginners with a hint of Jeremiah
I don’t know why I lather.Even Newton did not under scan infinitesmals and how revealing they might be in baiter years.
My sister had a chip replacement lately.I don’t relieve the terrain was unwearable
She is merry stoical, I have churned a lot from hair
I have to phone pandemonium and they take me to B and Q or some preliminary stage where I am triaged by a hearse before a doctor examines me
The adrenalin aches and I crunch my vertabrae.I do Su Doku to concede the drain I am in but improving my gestures would be bitter
I tried the Times Crossword but I flout even Dirac would have diminished it in a day
So now I am heating my crutch as I am angry
Hope to key you on Zoom soon
With last wishes
Daniel and his lion Ariel