Well, I haven't been on here in so long, I wasn't sure if I had the right address A little like visiting an old friend, wandering up to the door and tentatively knocking, lest they may have moved.

My birth father did that, when he came looking for me after 24 years. He just knocked on a door, hoping my great-aunt still lived in the same house. He left his details, asked her to pass them on to me, and returned to Lincoln. I don't think he made the journey to kent just for that, and was just passing. Even so, he can't have remembered the address, or he would have written a letter.

Things are a little strange round here. There have been some blasts from the past, to say the least.

Sometimes, when "bad" things happen, we hide from them..Even with tthe hiding, they're still there, until we make peace with them, heal from them, and let something else in. So, at the moment, that is what is happening. RESOLUTION. FORGIVENESS.

Not always easy, but worth it in the long run, I am sure.