Reversal

Things are turning. I have a place. I’m not in yet, I have to find the cash for a bed and sofa-bed (somewhere for me and my kids to sleep) and do all the usual chores one needs to when moving in somewhere.

No broadband yet, but I have a phone line, though no phone connected to it yet.

Lots to do, but life is turning. It is the second half of the Champions League (interesting how I used that particular metaphor a day or two before the epic encounter!) and anything is possible.

I am still broke, but that is temporary. I am still disorientated, but I will find direction. I have grown, I know it. I’m far less materialistic. I have stopped getting angry with my ex. She is what she is. May Allah guide and protect her. May she find peace and happiness. May she be the best mother she can possibly be, before it’s too late.

I was in debt before this traumatic period, and I am no further in debt. That’s an achievement. I have hope, strength and optimism. I have faith and I know I am capable of patience and endurance.

May God bless all of you who have been following my progress and offered words or prayers of support, and often much more. Thank you.

Right - enough of the Halle Berry Oscar speech shit, back to normal service the second I have broadband. I promise to report on some really interesting stuff.