I have changed the font size to 13 to see if it makes the post look neater. I got up quite late today and honestly my sleep hasn’t been great since the clocks moved forward an hour last week. I am enjoying the warmer weather – although the other day is snowed heavily for 5 minutes. It is sunnier and in the evening taking a stroll around the streets with that warm refreshing breeze can really be rewarding. I also talk about looking after yourself and having a loving caring nature, to love yourself.
Mental Health Support
A gentle reminder that anyone struggling with their mental health can email the Wizard @ firstname.lastname@example.org There has already been an overwhelming response from followers and from non followers which is great and the Wizard loves to connect and share emotions with you all. Times can be overwhelming and feel like too much, but knowing someone is there to listen can make the world of difference. Wizard is not setting up the phone group yet as he has concerns that it could attract the wrong type of attention. He still loves you all and wishes you to comment, like, follow and email him with any thoughts or suggestions… literally anything you want to talk about. Talk about food? Talk about your feelings? Tell him about your annoying neighbours? What about your clothes? Absolutely anything and he keeps it all confidential.
Next Sunday will be a pleasant day for me as I am planning to go bowling. I really hope to go when space bowling is on, which means they change the lights to darken the room. I used to really enjoy bowling but over the years stopped going for whatever reason. Hopefully it is a good day, it will be the first time in a few years since I went to a place specifically to socialise in a group. Being with other people is a sure way to provide yourself with that mental boost you need. I am thinking about setting up a morning coffee meeting group where people can come togethe to discuss their struggles. But time needs to pass and plans need to be enacted. You can always connect virtually, using Skype among others. They allow groups to connect and chat for a long time.
The recent breaking headlines are more depressing and nonsensical nonsense. MP’s in England are getting a pay rise, yes, even as energy prices continue to rise year on year, as food become more expensive for less, how the cost of fuel has risen, the increase in taxes, the reduction in benefits and anything meaningful to the majority of people, still the people who can afford two homes, a boat and 3 cars and a personal chef need more money. The age of austerity, such a load of *******. We now have a huge international crisis in the form of the pandemic which is raging as a quieter yet fierce undercurrent which is being slowly but surely swept under the rug, due to the failures on a massive scale of every government in the modern world. We still need those booster shots though, because that reinforces any idea that the pandemic is still in force. Then we have the completely removed from the public eye crisis in Afghanistan, which hundreds of thousands of refugees fled after the country was taken over by Taliban. I guess they had 2 years of pandemic to prepare and strike. The media have completely forgotten about this incident or about any images of desperate civilians falling from planes. I guess having your country hiijacked by murdering rapists isn’t popular anymore. Then there is now a huge war in UKRAINE, that’s right. Russia launched a full scale – rockets and soldier attack – on the country in February. Tensions have been high since 2014, arguably well before that. It comes down to NATO membership or something. Basically, bald Putin doesn’t want NATO to tarnish UKRAINE and the fight is to protect them. What is more depressing is seeing dozens of buildings packed up with bags and bags of donations of clothes among other things allegedly going to support those in need. Did the war suddenly suck all the clothes away? Would a pack of baby wipes and talcum powder go amiss? Of course, there is nobody in the UK in need to those clothes, or that money, no. Instead, we are told that the homeless in England and Wales are lazy, poor and not worth helping. What about the soldiers who came back to England to find they hadn’t the money or support to live after serving their own countries?
Poem ~ Roast (Haiku)
Roasting a smooth bunch
Of succulent potatoes
To melt on my tongue
Short Story ~ Love and Hate
When you spend a night with the girl of your dreams, you end up feeling like you hit the roof or went temporarily insane. The next morning, even though she is gone, you know it was satisfying. Well, what if that woman turned up the next night, uninvited? That is what happened to this gentlemen, Gabriel. He was a quiet man who for the most part kept to himself barr the Fridays when he used to spend a few hours drinking with his mates in the local tavern. Living in the city had taken its toll on him. occasionally he felt like it was too much only to end up back in the office next Monday morning making small talk on how the coffee machine was playing up again. He worked in an advertising firm, they managed everything from huge McDonalds adverts to smaller niche adverts for dog grooming products. It was busy, it was hectic, but he enjoyed it for the most part.
That’s why getting that girl back to his had helped him so much, you see. He didn’t need the satisfaction of the sex, no, he needed to know that he was still that raging tiger beneath all the love and pain of his mundane life. She had the succulent long brunettes hair that dripped to her waist. Her waist had been rather thin, and she was toned, athletic. She reminded him of a model. Her breasts enlarged and squishy to touch, yet nipples that he could nibble all night. It had been a bit too much though, and he thought he had let himself go a bit too much, at one point riding her like she was his wife or something. But to see her back on his doorstep, plump cherry red lips, light pink skirt and darkened floral blouse almost brought him to his knees as his heart raced. It was raining, throwing it down onto the pavement outside. Her hair wet. Was this a nightmare or just fantasy?
He didn’t know her name, so he couldn’t tell her to go away. Gabriel made a fatal error, he slowly stepped aside and the woman entered the house. She had no coat, she had wet dripping hair leaving stained on the white carpet through the hallway as she made her own way into the back of the house, toward the living room. It was all too much for Gabriel, he wanted to tell her to go but she was silent, tantalising and somehow still as delicious as the previous night. Please go, he thought. She was no telepathic creature, nor a woman of emotions. She simply sat on the sofa, letting her wet hair fall onto the cushions. She kicked her high heels off.
‘Why have you come back?’ he asks, feeling his hands tremble and his heart pulsate.
‘Less talk,’ she replies. She begins to undo her blouse, revealing the flesh beneath. Gabriel sees a diamond ring on her left hand, third finger. What had he got himself into? She left him alone in the living room, standing against the wall like a mannequin, too paralysed to understand what is happening, yet prepared to act. The lady had gone into the kitchen and Gabriel could hear her routing through the cupboards. He looked at his own left hand, third finger, and he too possessed the same ring.
Thank you for reading todays post which has spoken about mental health and the recent news. If you liked my poem (Haiku) then please like and leave a comment below or share which is always welcomed. If you enjoyed the story, please also do the same.
*Please consider reading my previous post called ‘Discover’ @ https://psychedelicwizard.wordpress.com/2020/07/19/discover/ . A story of a boy and girl who share a special relationship.
*My second Beach Town book Hope, hasn’t had the attention or reviews that an author would expect. I suspect because I made it exclusive to Amazon so it isn’t reaching as many people as the first book – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Beach-Town-Hope-Thomas-Maxwell-Harrison-ebook/dp/B08MPCNHSM/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3MWHE739TINSG&keywords=beach+town+hope&qid=1645826849&sprefix=beach+town+hope%2Caps%2C93&sr=8-1