It's a typical rainy cold Monday in November. The roads are manic and the streets are full of students, mothers with prams and rain covers, shopping bags attached to prams bashing and bumping about. The homeless man on the corner of Newland sat with bin bags protecting him from the rain. The bus was really … Continue reading I was anxious-Part 13- I don’t hate Mondays
For the best part things seemed to be bubbling over for me mentally. In reflection Summer greated us with tremendous thunder storms. I remember you texting me one evening when you went round the corner to play warhammer games with a friend. The lightening was so bright and the thunder was a beautiful drumming sound … Continue reading I was anxious-Part 23- theres always rain after a storm.
5th of August 2008 Grandad picked me and my brothers up to go to Hornsea today. It's been the hottest week in summer for years. He picked us up about half past 10 in the morning as we didn't want to set off much later with risk of it being even warmer travelling. We climbed … Continue reading Letter 5 ‘ice cream with grandad’