Walking Thoughts

 A moment before my existence, the world already existed. It was the first day of summer. And a rose had bloomed in the garden. As I was born in a mid terraced house in a very long row of terraced houses, the garden it bloomed in was small and surrounded by a low brick wall. 4 pm in the afternoon in June in London. Daylight. children are home from school. The day is cool but dry and children play out to expend energy after school. They chalk hopscotch onto the pavement of the street.  Where it will not be washed away as there is no rain. washing dries on lines in backyards. Dad is at home. Dad is hungry. As Ann labours dad eats. Ann will remain angry about this till the day, she dies.

 Born at home surrounded by the women who would come to mean so much. My strong-willed Aunt keeping my grandmother informed by telephone. I left London’s East End behind physically, but the values and spirit of that hard work and communities date with me. My parents remained tethered to the city by their daily commute. That commute took its toll over the years. Yet Essex provided me with roots of my own. I picked up an Essex accent of School Buying a house in Essex had come with a financial sacrifice, so my parents that left little room for upkeep and were unable to create comfortable surroundings that the growing family needed However, those struggles gave me an understanding few achieve. I know what it means to come from humble beginnings to claw my way out through adversity. Why are chills at home and my memories from my Essex years have not been easy. Put my experiences have a me profoundly empathetic. I know what it means to come from humble beginnings to claw my way up agains...

 It was 2:30 am. it was pitch black. Torill got up and stumbled in the darkness finding her way in the crowded, cluttered room to the door. ‘A woman?’ he said ‘what down that hole?, what is he doing down there? ‘ the foreman stared at him demonically. ‘doing?’ he bellowed, ‘what do you think she’s doing? What would you be doing if you had just had 20 tons of liquid concrete on top of you?’ fucking drowning, that’s what. The driver scratched his head. ‘well I didn’t know she was down there.how was i to know? you should’ve told me. . I told you. I told you to stop - you weren’t listening I thought you wanted me to pour faster I couldn’t hear what you were saying.  Well every other bugger could. ———- Right, well let’s just go up to your house and have a look at that note I’m afraid that’s not possible, I got rid of it You’ve got rid of it? you’ve got rid of it? how? Wilt looked pathetically across at the police sonographer to tell you the truth I wiped my bottom with it His hands...