16th June 2020
Hello again. As I said, my name is Baldmichael. In full, Baldmichael Sirplanter Theresoluteprotector’sson. Bit of a mouthful I know. But those with Brains will understand. And the internet (unless you are extremely knowledgeable).
You might want to know a bit about me. Tough if you don’t, but then you wouldn’t be reading now if you weren’t a bit nosy.
Well, I grew up in the Land of the South Saxons, having been borne in Devon near a great seaport. In a little old leather maker’s cottage, not a hospital. Father in the Navy, away from home when I was young. A sister, a mother who adored me.
Schooling, which you will find elsewhere on the website, and university. Where I made the best friends of my life. And found a direction for it, my life that is.
Work looking at buildings, all sorts of buildings; big ones, little ones, cottages and mansions, farm buildings, offices and industrial, church buildings, a university site, even electrical substations. Sewage plant sites, water works. And I estimate a tenth of all the buildings in a small town in Kent over 12 months.
And a specialisation in defect diagnosis, following the trail a bit like Sherlock Holmes. Which has been of use of late as I sought out the Truth during lockdown. And I am still seeking Truth. I hope you do too.
Now I sit in my Cloud, where you have joined me. I came up here because I died last year. In the autumn. And at last I was free, free to soar in the Cloud.
So now I look down on my homeland, The British Isles, and especially this England of which I am very fond. And I see evil afoot (I don’t like metric much). Yes, something smells, an aroma of rodent as someone delicately put it. Or as the Great Bard put it ‘Something is rotten in the state of Denmark’. Well ok, not Denmark, ‘tho perhaps it is stinking too. Tell me if you know.
So I have come like an angel in a cloud, to watch over the land. I have a sharp sickle in my hand, to gather in those who belong to the Most High, like the harvesters used to do with the corn.
And speaking of corn, you are likely to find it here, scattered amongst the Truth. So be warned, my family put up with my jokes for years. Oh yes, and I will be blunt and am likely to use salty, earthy adjectives from time to time. So if you are overly refined look out.
I am not sure where exactly this will take me although I know where I am going ultimately. And I hope you will come with me too, to life in all its fullness.
Since writing this I have moved on, so here is a link to a A Bit More CV