Leggings – the new Challenge...

Leggings – the new Challenge...

its been a quiet week with a sad end, and then I took the liberty of staying inside for peace and quiet. Which wasn't very sucessful from the start as before 9 a.m some nutcase was shouting loudly outside.

Later it came from under the bridge. It was Ogres. They pointed up towards us and shouted harsh and angry against the wind.

“If only I knew which one it was who put me away!” one said sourly.

There was a silence. It was telling. Obviously.  I felt it, I hadn't done that to anyone, not yet.  I knew he must have been innocent perhaps because there was raw pain in the voice.

“I'm not sure which one, its not as if we get that close!” said another. “Not our kind of person. I mean they're old, old. So we don't bother much!”

I was at the computer, head engaged, in a game of stock & shares (empire. Kred for those uniniatated) I tried to shake the voices out of my head. Only it was real shouting. Louder and louder.

“I'm the boss around here, I'm the king!” he was yelling, “I don't care if the Queen makes you her representative or not! I'm the boss, and don't you forget it! I rule, I rule!”

It was the scared scream of a small boy encased in a larger body. The attacks on family were mentioned, his friends were pulling him away, telling him the rule was that who ever it was walked with God, and he had promised, that vengeance was his... and so far they'd had more deaths in total for their acts of …. etc., etc...

As his shouts diminshed, into incredulous disbelief, I heard someone say, Go and pray. To him. I wondered then, if he would.

I moved back from the computer and went to get a drink. Now he totally thought he was in a conversation with someone. Only I couldn't hear the answers... it went...

“Look, you know my reputation,” he shouted, “I'll have you all if you carry on!”

No answer.

“I look after here,” he shouted, “Go away elsewhere!”

I wondered who the Queen had made her representative... sounded quite a good job. If maybe a bit short lived.

I knew I wouldn't be offered it. I'm not to be mentioned. Can't blame them really.

I mean its a bit weird here too, all this shouting about who is the King of the Windmill.... which belonged to my Grandfather in the first place. Whose will has been denied to me, by so much more suitable people, like the thieves I lived with, or the others that hang on and say the right things no matter where they came from. We had no family here in the UK. He had no other Grandchildren that survived.

Its amazes me that a thief is a suitable person.

The new meds are making me hungry. I made cake today and ate some of it, with strawberry preserves....

I have got to stop it. As I didn't go out I practised the wheelchair in the lounge, and its getting easy to turn etc.

I don't want to be at the mercy of some suitable person at the end, when my legs won't work. I was told that a wheelchair user has been found out, for being able to walk and not being disabled at all. Locally! Now they are on the look out for more walkers in wheelchairs claiming extra funds.

So the challenge was issued against the wind, as the challenger had no idea who to aim it at.

In the end we'll have to have a celebration day for the Royality of the Windmill, without the sails on, as we don't want to behead them within minutes. Not a joke as it happened far too often in the past.