I have had a very strange day,one of those days that just seems to go its own way no matter what you have planned or how you arranged it to go.It started with a phone call,no not one of them phone calls though I have had a few strange ones lately someone that is either too shy to talk or something.Anyway I digress ( nothing new there then) A phone call,from the HR advisor of my soon to be ex firm,to inform me that the letter of Grievence that I sent to (no less than) the managing director has been treated with seriousness and as such the disciplinery scheduled for today will no longer go ahead.Of course it has I sent it to the managing director!! The alarm bells will have been ringing loud and clear,even the HR department knew nothing about this affair isn`t that thier job??That was the first thing.
I then decided to go do some shopping,certain things that I needed that i was running out of,now I knew exactly where I was going and what I was getting being a sufferer of Oclophobia I always plan my trips into town as carefully as I can.Which is usually fine,today I decided as I was going that way anyway to pop in and see the man and find out if he had any Angel cards,well he didn`t have any,so he does no more than introduce me to the Goddess cards.What can I say wow,the strength in these cards is exceptional.He tells me he doesn`t show these cards( his personal ones) but he just felt he had to,ha you are saying he saw a mug and is trying to draw you in,well with anyone else I would agree but not with this man,I have been frequenting his shop for many years,even though I gave up the paganism a long while ago,we got talking( and I spent so long in there that it was lunchtime before I left) it was strange talking again about the things that at one time were a big thing in my life,am I being drawn back to it? Is that why I suddenly found myself there and wanting to stay?It is after all the oldest religion in this land of ours!
Anyway,lunchtime and I find that the town is suddenly packed nips into a shop to get away from the crowds and i stumbles upon a book,I picked it up and read the cover,and bought it,again a compulsion.This is a very harrowing book,a true story titled The Little Prisoner,the story of the authors life,a life in which she was dominated,bullied and sexually abused from the age of four by a man just fourteen years older than she,he kept her prisoner for 17 years.I have been sat here looking at this book and trying to find the,what is the word,courage? strength? To actually open it and start reading it,I am afraid of what this book may reveal,of what memories long since buried it will exhume,yet I had the overwhelming compulsion to buy it!
My friends may just be right about me being strange!!