I stand again in the “How the mighty have Fallen” category.
Having sidestepped adversity as a borderline miscreant, wondered through three marriages and fathered two beautiful daughters. I now find myself in a single room sharing with two random strangers.
This is my time for healing and solitude.
It’s a quiet Saturday morning and I have nothing, literally not a pot to my name. I walk into a 1-Euro store to sounds of “Turn, Turn, Turn” playing in the background.
God is trying to tell me something again
"Turn! Turn! Turn!" To everything - turn, turn, turn There is a season - turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep To everything - turn, turn, turn There is a season - turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together To everything - turn, turn, turn There is a season - turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace A time to refrain from embracing To everything - turn, turn, turn There is a season - turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time for love, a time for hate A time for peace, I swear it's not too late!




At first, I jumped to the ‘on No, not another black business with poor service’ bandwagon but dug deeper into the root cause if the problem. Turns out the back office sticks to it procedure of booking form and deposit for all group bookings. We failed to respond in time to their Gmail account and there you have it.