The Life and Times of Billie the Human
Asking the questions that are just not supposed to be asked billiethehuman1@gmail.com
Just a quick poem readers. Prehaps this is why they call cities the urban jungle Songsters home Urban Jungle Cars roar past Songsters trilling Can this beautiful morning last? Time to get up Awake from my slumber Bed to put away Bags to pack and carry I wish I could pack homelessness away
This morning I'm smiling actually I'm laughing my head off. My Higher Power has decided enough is enough and let me know exactly who is keeping me homeless on the streets. Too many fakes and thieves about apparently. So without further ado I'll let you play the Spot the Social Worker game with me. Cumbria, … Continue reading Fakes and Thieves
It's been a hard week. Regular readers of my blog and anyone who's just joined and cares to look will know I had a friend die a week ago. My last post was my initial expression of grief. What's happened since has brought the healing tears needed for the wounds grief creates to heal. The … Continue reading 3 Walls and a Roof
The Life and Times of Billie the Human 