Once apron a ..well yeah!

I don’t know about you but I come here every day, I think it’s the view! Wouldn’t you agree…… reader.

And of course this day at this time was no different, for here we are looking out across the room at the same empty chairs, dusty tables and dirty windows. I know I wouldn’t have it any other way, would you?

Ah but all good things come to a end, come with me now , quick here though this door down the lane off the side ally up this hill, stand by me under the great oak tree …….. and watch now as the big black ball on it’s steel chain is swung by the great yellow arm, SMASH and SMASH again until just a pile remaines, no more chairs no more tables barely any memories remain, for what for whom is this done, what cost is the loss of such heart and home, faith trust love all gone smashed , for whom, not for me not for us.

And still dust does settle another day does come and we must, because someone once said we must and so it is, fall and rise life and death, no hope no sanctuary just day in day out hum drum.

I don’t know about you but I want a way out, a change freedom? Does that word (freedom) have any meaning any more like so many words it’s fallen by the wayside and has taken pride and safety with it!