What if your school was on the other side of a big river and there was no bridge?

There are a number of things that you can do, but you would need access to other resources. The most simple one is a boat. You could build a raft, but if the current’s high you’re at risk of drifting away. The next option is a rope, but that depends if there’s someone to tie it to the other side and how wide the river is. There’s also the technology side. You could use computers to stream the lessons and not have to worry about crossing the river at all, though you’ll sacrifice your sociability as well as possibly being unequipped for some lessons and team sports wouldn’t be possible either. Or you could have a megaphone and big screen to take part, though that would be a bit disruptive to other pupils. Then there’s the possibility of building a bridge. You could do this yourself, or commission others to do this for you, though you may have to convince them that it’s for their benefit as well. You could also consider the possibility of flight, though you’d need an effort to return home as well. Either that or you would have to abandon your education or seek out an alternative school.

Kellie disappeared without a trace in 2000. Was she killed by the Suffolk Strangler?

How should I know? You should really leave these things up to the police. And the strangler is still alive, so you could always ask him; though you’re going to have to do some more investigating after asking him depending on whether you believe his response. People disappear for all sort of reasons; it doesn’t necessarily mean that they’ve been disposed of. But her background isn’t great, and if you become known for a certain role, then you could be at risk every time you work. But at the end of the day, you’re still a person. People will speculate wildly from every angle as long as they pay you a bit of money. It fits in with your current profile. Next month it’ll be aliens. Anything to get a bit of media attention. But some things aren’t taken seriously and vital clues are often overlooked. Unfortunately, there’s only so many resources that can be allocated.

Between the Claps

What is she clapping to? It might be to music on the stereo, but as far as we can see, it’s not switched on. Perhaps she’s applauding an activity that’s just been completed. It’s hard to establish whether that’s a sarcastic applause or whether it’s genuine. Maybe she’s celebrating her first win at Downfall and her opponent’s already ran away in a strop. Or it could be something to do with the chess pieces sitting on the counter, though by sitting on the sofa she’s quite a bit away from the board. Perhaps someone else is calculating the outcome. Or she might be putting her hands up in surrender, expecting someone to come and cuff them. Something could arrived that she’s been expecting for a while and her wait is over. Or there might be two little girls performing dance or gymnastics out of sight of the camera and they need a little applause for their efforts.

We want Sharia law in the UK. How many Muslim brothers support me on this?

You’d have to ask them. Sharia law is not commonly known in the UK. Not many people know what you’re asking of them, especially when we live in a society of set rules that have been established and that we’re used to. If something is wrong now, will it still be wrong in the regime? At first glance, it’s not clear what the differences are. There are things that we should do, things that we shouldn’t do, and things that are of no consequence whether or not we perform them. More knowledge is needed before you can convince people that other ways are better. Prayers can be thoughts, but you could be waiting a long time to eat, and you may have to get up earlier. It would also make eating out very difficult, and not everyone can afford a pilgrimage. Grants would have to be created for this purpose. But I think we can get away with the rest. 

Catering for All

She’s tall and bubbly and speaks very fast. Sometimes it’s like a hamster on caffeine. She’s got curves, but she’s also let herself go in some places and she doesn’t necessarily try to stay in shape. She’s got thick hair but doesn’t do anything with it. Occasionally, she might add a streak of colour or put it up to create a ponytail. She speaks honestly and isn’t afraid to hide her feelings. She dresses conservatively with an occasional earring but isn’t afraid to offer you a cheeky flash. Hygiene isn’t a priority. It’s as if she doesn’t want to mask her sweat. She’s not afraid to be unladylike and use her strength or step in to help others. She cares for those who are the closest to her, and old ties aren’t pursued. It just goes to show that being a mother changes you as you strive to get the best for them.

A Mother Watches On

Is she jealous that she can’t join in? Or is she grateful for the few moments of rest and that someone else is doing the entertaining? Is she making a friendly wave or is she reaching for the lens so as not to be recorded? Am I going to be told off for doing something wrong that hinders child development? Is she raising her hand to defend herself against the strike which resembles a reed? It’s as if a pattern off the wallpaper has come to life. It could be something long on a big stick that’s about to whack her in the face. Or perhaps she’s thrown a ninja star at us in an attempt to stop us from filming. You can tell that it’s not expected. But a tree in the window might have reached a branch in to block it. Either that or it’s thrown a branch through it.

“Whoever loves much, performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.”

-Vincent Van Gough. 

It’s ironic that these lovely words came from a man who was well known for his depressive spells and his eccentric gifts to his suitresses. He might have loved much, and his advances might have inspired him to his art, but it didn’t help him succeed until retroflection. But it’s the fact that he loved that counts, regardless of whether or not he was loved back. The perspective of tense is also lost a little towards the end of the quote. In a way, you can hear the pain in his voice. It’s almost as if he’s sitting in the bar and he’s sparking up a conversation after a few shots. He’s realising what he’s saying, and he’s trying to argue it as himself, but takes note of where he’s failed. And of course, a performance can be a number of things.  I’m assuming that the quote was taken from his letters to his family, but I like my version better.