Laurie chooses her hell
On our break from our therapy session with Laurie. We had a walk to the local pub for a meal. It was cold and Laurie said she prefers the cold. She was pregnant to Ian. It was in that moment lord Jehovah chose her hell. It would be cold. God and his people would close off his heart to her. She is left in a frozen waste ground and face the metaphorical nuclear winter of our people. Where father tells her to love more. She is cut by a 1000 grasses. She said she was cold in the restaurant and I moved and let her sit next to the radiator. She said that’s all she wanted a little bit of warmth. Allah asked me in mental hospital how will I survive a nuclear winter I said grow potatoes. So I grow potatoes for Laurie. Now she can have father’s potatoes with her chillis.