5 am
I awake and put my iPod in.
If one inch of my flesh is poking out from the bedclothes - I feel it like a frozen knife.
Cannot get up. Mother in Law is asleep downstairs - so the planned escape route from an overactive mind is my ........... iPod.
I am up North, St Helens in Lancashire - North West England. The little terraced House that I am 'sleeping' in mirrors the one I was born in some - er 21 years ago :-)
This one is where Joan lived - we lived in the same street. Not a school-age romance. Joan found it easy to have boyfriends who were intelligent, good looking, smart, good jobs ......... then she downsized and went out with me ......... and still does!
There is no central heating here and as they say "It's cold up north"!
Feelings wise - I am not too comfortable here but - Gushes of memories here...... not only my childhood town but also many formative years in rugby, school, factory employment, leadership traing ......... and I became a Christian in the town before I saw the big index finger and the words calling me away ........
......."follow me ........."
The suffering started yesterday as I turned the normally three hour journey into a 5.
The roads are packed and the M1 being shut did not help.
I had spent some time in the morning/afternoon visiting my friend Michael who has just got a new job in Wokingham - a great man who will do a great job with new and creative methods ......... so I drove from the east side of London to the West and beyond. Rather him than me. I feel strange outside the urban scene. Strange ........ but I am sure Vicky Pollard and her friends must live here too.
Did not see her amongst the ..........
So here I am away from the WWW. Strange indeed because my wireless home gives me online-ness all the time. I am clicking here - not knowing when I can post my daily blog ....... bet you thought I was ill ......?
