Hey
 

You may have noticed I've not been on here for about 5/6 days as I have received some really bad news.

Hope everyone is well.

Not you gran?

No.

sorry to hear about your misfortune. take as long as you need.

whats up will?

Will :hug:

:)

Hope you're ok :hug:

Thank you :hug:

Hope you're doing okay

Chin up Will :) ( is that floella benjamin in your avvy?)

Thank you :)

Thank you. No, Ellen Thomas from EastEnders :)

LT it must be Private

I see

Are you okay? :(

What's happened?

Kind of ok, I'll get better :)

:hug::kiss:

Whats the point in making a thread if you're not going to tell anyone what happened? You could have posted in the chat thread. :umm2: Not trying to be insensitive but honestly..

His comment could get overshadowed etc.

Seriously though Will, I hope you're ok and my PM is always open if you need anything!

Thank you :)

good to see you are alive Will

hope things get better for you soon !!

Yeah, it's hard to phrase it kindly, which was my intention but it's happening so often anywhere, so I'm sure people can relate to my intentions.

:)

Whatever is wrong Will, I genuinely hope that it passes and that you quickly overcome any detrimental effects.

For you my son:

If—
BY RUDYARD KIPLING

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

...well then Will, there you are...:hug:...