Leggings fitting things in.. towards the end again.

A moment of reflection....

They  are too intrusive:  they say they have Grandfather's (mine not theirs) stuff and can use it to improve their psychic performance.  They can follow people in their dreams.  I knew of such as a child.  They nearly killed me then.  They can  make your hair fall out.  They can make it thin, they can stuff your eyes and ears up, and make your brain bleed out.   It's all of course been about money: perhaps for my early books, perhaps for Grandfather stuff, perhaps over anything they can get their horrid hands on.  If only I had the proof and could go to court over it all.

We went to court over the intellectual rights and over the cruelty when I was a child and was with them for a while.  I recall that was just before they were sent abroad as a result of the court case. I think they went to New Zealand.  I was assured by the court that they wouldn't be allowed back into the country without me being informed and being allowed to leave the country immediately.  I only wish the people who sent them back, and they must have been desperate themselves, had contacted me to sort things out.  I don't like what they have been up too.  We are not family.  Since Grandfather and I came out of Auschwitz; we tried to do our best here in the UK, and even he would have been sick at the very idea.

My ears are shut tight, against the tide of awful information they are trying to impart.   I've no wish to listen.  I wish for the company of  good book.

I've had another bad experience.  Death threats and the knowledge of the next one willing to step  in

to my never worn shoes.  It's no wonder she judged at the right tribunal.  and I now know how she fits in.