#wesker return of the wednesday

[zarstarss]

completely impartial to lab partner situationships

[prolestariwrites]

WIP Wednesday

Well it's WIP Wednesday, so here is a bit of a Resident Evil fic that has been in the works for a while and I'm prepping to finish and roll out this spring!

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The voice is instantly familiar, and Leon narrows his eyes as memories of Lanshiang surface. “Is this Jake?”

“Yeah. Is this Leon?”

He stands and walks to the door of his office, closing it before he replies. “Yes. How did you get my number?”

“You gave it to me, remember?”

“No.”

There is an annoyed huff on the other end. “Whatever. I need to ask you something.”

Leon swallows thickly. He knows everything about Muller now; after returning from Lanshiang, he had read every bit of information on the guy. Knowing he was related to Wesker was unnerving to say the least, and he regretted not being able to interview him personally the times they had met face to face. But there was just too much going on, and he’d been too busy since, although he made sure the DSO was keeping tabs on him and his little protection operation. “Make it quick,” he replies.

“Do you know where Sherry is?”

“Probably working,” he says.

“No. Something’s wrong.”

Leon frowns. “What are you talking about?”

“She hasn’t answered her phone in two weeks. Is she on assignment or something?”

He makes a face in annoyance. Not only had Sherry stayed in contact with Jake—which breaks about six protocols regarding agents on protective duty, not to mention Sherry talking to Wesker’s son—but he didn’t know about it. Which tells him that Sherry purposefully didn’t mention it, and Leon is not at all ready to think about why she wasn’t forthcoming. “Yeah. She’s probably on assignment. I suggest you leave her alone.”

“Listen, asswipe,” Jake growls, “you’re supposed to be her boss, right? And you don’t know where your agent is. Can’t you fucking find her?”

“Watch it,” Leon snaps in warning. “I’m not her boss. If Sherry is on assignment, I wouldn’t necessarily know the details.” Then he takes a beat as he frowns. “What do you mean, she hasn’t answered her phone in two weeks?”

“Don’t you call her?”

Leon clears his throat. “Not regularly,” he admits. “But I’m sure she’s—”

“Well that’s kind of shitty of you,” Jake scolds him. “Sherry talks about you a lot. And what, you don’t bother with her no more?”

“Look, there’s been a lot of shit going on, if you haven’t noticed,” Leon argues. “And besides, I’m not about to give the location of one of the DSO’s agents to some random… person. Now don’t call me again.”

“No, wait!” Leon pauses from hanging up at Jake’s pleading tone. “Seriously. We were in communication pretty regularly. I’ve been tracking some BOWs through eastern Europe and she was keeping tabs on activity using her agency access. We would call or text every few days. And it’s been two weeks. It’s not like her.” Jake curses as Leon frowns, noting how genuinely frustrated he sounds. “Can’t you look on some computer or something, for fuck’s sake, and find her?”

Leon takes a moment to consider. If what Jake says is true, then yeah, something could be wrong. “Hang on,” he grumbles, sitting back at his desk. He opens the agency’s dashboard and types in his password, which gives him access to almost all of the company’s files. After clicking on the personnel search he enters Sherry Birkin into the system. Her picture pops up, her smile as sweet as the day they had met, and Leon feels a familiar tug of protection for her. Quickly he scans her basic info until he finds the tab for assignments, and a moment later her status appears on the screen.

“She’s on leave,” he says, breathing a bit of a sigh of relief.

“Leave?” Jake snaps. “What kind of leave? Like she’s sick?”

“No, personal, for…” Leon feels the blood drain from his face as he looks closer at the screen. “Jake, I’m gonna have to call you back.”

“No, fuckface, don’t hang—”

Leon presses the receiver button and quickly dials the extension for human resources. One of the clerks answers and he says, “This is Leon Kennedy. I need a status report on Sherry Birkin.”

[aew-kun-age-regression]

-Miscellaneous Masterslist-

Moodboards

Caregiver!Jack (Mary Poppins returns)

Blues Clues Moodboard

Regressor!Flora (Winx Club)

Regressor!Aisha (Winx Club)

Caregiver!Rick O'Connell, Caregiver!Evelyn O'Connell (The Mummy)

Regressor!Bloom (Winx Club)

Caregiver!Amity (The Owl House)

Regressor!Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Caregiver!Legend of Zelda

Caregiver!Mario (The Super Mario Brothers)

(🌈) Moodboard

Caregiver!Agent Whiskey (Kingsman the golden circle)

Red Themed Cat Moodboard

(🩵⭐🌕🪐🌙🌠) Moodboard

(🫧) Moodboard

Caregiver!Reno Raines & Bobby Sixkiller (Renegade)

(🐋🐬🪼🦈) Moodboard

Caregiver!Marcus Moreno (We can be heroes)

Regressor!Tecna (Winx Club)

Regressor!Musa (Winx Club)

Regressor!Stella (Winx Club)

Bear in the big blue house Moodboard

Bluey Moodboard

Caregiver!Josh (Blues Clues)

Caregiver!Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Space Moodboard

Beach Moodboard

Dinosaur Moodboard

Leonardo Moodboard (Rottmnt)

Orange Stimboard

Blues Clues Stimboard

Caregiver!Josh (Blues Clues)

The Wizard of Oz Moodboard

(Birthday) Blues Clues Moodboard

Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

Regressor!Cheryl Blossom (Riverdale)

Pumpkin Glow Build A Bear StimBoard

Regressor!Sebastian Mcclane (Law and Order)

Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot StimBoard (Gotham)

Regressor!Sebastian Mcclane StimBoard (Law and Order)

Caregiver!James Conrad StimBoard (Kong, Skull Island)

Caregiver!Adam Mintock + Caregiver!Jet Slootmaekers + Little!Sebastian Mcclane (Law and Order)

Regressor!King Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Regressor!Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Siren Themed StimBoard

Star Trek Themed Moodboard

Regressor!Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Caregiver!Aethelwold (The Last Kingdom)

Caregiver!Edward Nygma (Gotham)

Regressor!Rowan Laslow (Wednesday)

Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

Blue StimBoard (Blues Clues)

Regressor!10th Doctor (Doctor Who)

Regressor!Kenneth Hutch (StarSky and Hutch -2004)

Regressor!Peewee Herman

Regressor!11th Doctor (Doctor Who)

Caregiver!Arnold Rimmer + Regressor!Dave Lister (Red Dwarf)

Caregiver!Kryten (Red Dwarf)

Regressor!Charlie Hudson (Hudson & Rex)

Caregiver!Commander Mills (65)

Regressor!Wolf Pup Geralt Of Rivia + Caregiver!Jaskier (The Witcher)

Regressor!10th Doctor StimBoard (Doctor Who)

Caregiver!Commander Mills (65) (Fem Themes)

Caregiver!Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven Themed

Caregiver!Albert Wesker StimBoard (Resident Evil)

Regressor!Arnold Rimmer (Red Dwarf)

FNAF animatronics (FNAF Movie)

Caregiver!William Tell (The Card Counter)

Blue Themed Moodboard

Caregiver!Jareth (Labyrinth)

Rumple Buttercup Moodboard

Wolf Themed StimBoard

My Favourite Activities Themed Moodboard

Flip!Christian (Moulin Rouge)

Caregiver!Indiana Jones (Indiana Jones)

Story/Fanfics

Headcannons

Playlists

Art

DNI Banner

Bingo, Bluey (bluey)

Dr Flug (villainous)

Bill Hazledine (suburban shootout)

Lloyd (lego ninjago)

Glam (metal family), Papa/Copia (ghost band)

Norman (my friendly neighborhood)

A bear

Dr Habit (smile for me)

Cuddle bear family (calico critters)

Skyler White (Breaking Bad)

Paci Icon

Socks & Muffin (Bluey)

Hello Kitty (Hello Kitty)

Luigi (Super Mario Brothers)

Winx Club Main Six (Winx Club)

Donatello, Leonardo, Raphael & Mikey (TMNT Mutant Mayhem)

Simon Petrikov (Adventure Time)

11th Doctor (Doctor Who)

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.  Happy Hump Day!

Dad’s play ‘Roots’ (written 18 years before Alex Haley’s ‘Roots’) is being revived at The Almeida (Almeida Street, London N1 1TA) between September 10 and November 30.  It’s the true story of my mum and dad’s relationship.  She leaves Norfolk, goes to London, falls in love with my father, and then returns home to get the family ready for the arrival of her new boyfriend.  So, the play is set in my grandmother’s living room and you’ll get the chance to meet Mum’s side of the family.  They were a brilliant bunch!  The Norfolk accent is a bugger, so I wish the actors good luck!  Lady Wesker doesn’t come to London anymore but she plans to attend the ‘press night’, the performance at which the theatre critics are invited.  We shall be there too. 

The casting couch exists in every area of business.  For anyone that’s worked in either film, theatre, TV or music, there is ample opportunity for abuse of power!  The doo-doo is about to hit the fan for one Sean Combs and I’ll be shocked if a number of high profile people don’t get dragged into the story.  Although, for some reason, some politicians have that Teflon effect and nothing seems to stick, and politicians love a casting couch!  My social media feeds are aflame with some very interesting stories!

Got my eye on the weather.  It rained all day yesterday and it’s going to do the same today!  It stops on Friday for the day, then starts raining again on Saturday!  And we haven’t even got to April showers!  Good thing I’m working from home today.  The house will be nice and warm, and I’ve got some hot cross buns for my tea!  We’ll buy the fish on Thursday.  Good Friday always involves a lot of fish in my place.  And you can call me stingy if you like but I’ll be f*cked if I’m buying any chocolate Easter eggs!  What a rip-off!  All packaging and no bloody chocolate!

Have a wonderful and well-endowed Wednesday.  I love you all.  Yes, a crazy, bald man loves and cares about you.  

[fiannans]

WIP Wednesday, RE edition

I haven't done a WIP Wednesday for a while mainly out of laziness, but thanks to everyone who's tagged me recently!

I have a feeling I may have shared some of this before, but since I’m deep in RE/Valenfield hell again I’ve been tidying up this old WIP about Jake meeting Jill (and finding out what Wesker did to her) with the aim of actually finishing it.

“Who’s the blonde?” Jake leaned against the counter, gesturing behind them with a jerk of his head. Trust him to show up late without an explanation and not bother saying hello.

“Huh?” Sherry looked over her shoulder. She scanned the darkened bar before her eyes landed on the table where their party was seated, drinking and chatting amiably. There was only one blonde-haired woman among them.

“Oh. That’s Jill Valentine.”

“Jill Valentine,” he repeated, thoughtfully. “What’s her story?” He was staring directly at Jill, not even trying to hide it. God, he really did have no shame. Not that Sherry could blame him. Jill was a strikingly beautiful woman, the kind who drew attention wherever she went. Sherry ignored the tiny pang of jealousy she felt at his intense interest, focusing on the question instead.

“She’s with the B.S.A.A.,” she replied, watching Jill smile at some story Claire was telling. “She was one of the original members. But before that she was with S.T.A.R.S. in Raccoon City.”

“My old man’s unit.” Jake looked at her for confirmation.

“That’s right,” she nodded. “Jill, Chris and your father were all members of S.T.A.R.S. They were part of the team that responded to the first T-virus outbreak in 1998.”

She hesitated, unsure how to continue. Sherry knew Jake hated his father and was well aware of the man’s flaws, but it was still a touchy subject and she didn’t want to offend him. If anyone understood what it was like to have complicated feelings about your parents, it was her.

“And then dear old dad betrayed them,” he finished for her. “Right?” His eyes were hard and his lip curled in a sneer. It wasn’t an expression Sherry liked on him. She looked away.

“I don’t know the whole story,” she said, swirling the straw around in her drink. “If you want more details, you should ask Claire.”

“No thanks.” Jake waved to the bartender to bring him a drink. “She hates me.”

“She does not.” Sherry rolled her eyes.

“She does,” he countered, sliding a bill across the counter and gesturing for the bartender to keep the change. “She thinks I’m a bad influence on you.”

“That’s not true,” Sherry told him, even though she suspected that it was.

“Bullshit.” Jake gave her a sharp look. “You’re a terrible liar, Supergirl.”

“I’m not lying. Claire doesn’t hate you, Jake. She’s just...protective, that’s all.”

“Whatever,” he said, signalling he was tired of the subject. He downed his glass of whiskey in one go and returned his attention to the group sitting behind them.

“So, what’s the deal with Blondie and Captain Jarhead? They together?”

“Chris and Jill?” Sherry asked, surprised. “No, I don’t think so. They’re just friends.”

Jake snorted.

“What?” she said. He could be such an annoying know-it-all sometimes.

“Take another look,” Jake pointed with his chin. Sherry sighed but turned to study Chris and Jill, feeling a little silly and like she was invading their privacy. Claire’s brother and his long-time partner were sitting beside each other on the far side of the table, facing her and Jake at the bar. Chris’s arm was draped companionably over the back of Jill’s chair. Sherry watched as he leaned over to say something into her ear. Whatever it was, it made Jill laugh out loud and the expression on Chris’s face as he looked at her was fond.

“So they’re close,” she said, shrugging. “It doesn’t mean they’re a couple.”

Jake made an impatient noise. “Look harder.”

Chris had turned to talk to Claire, but as Sherry watched, he casually lifted his arm from Jill’s chair and rested his hand on the back of her neck. If she hadn’t been watching them so closely, Sherry would have missed the way his fingers lightly caressed the sides of Jill’s throat. It was an undeniably intimate gesture. Jill didn’t react aside from closing her eyes briefly at his touch, but the soft smile that graced her lips spoke volumes.

“Told ya,” Jake said smugly.

Tagging @ashalle-art, @hobo-apostate, @starsandskies, @sidhelives, @perhapsrampancy, @charlatron, @zuendwinkel, @a-shakespearean-in-paris & anyone else who feels like it! No pressure, as always. <3

[zarstarss]

webkinz with da uwubowos virus 😦⁉️

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Happy Hump Day!

Picked up the Metro yesterday morning. Front page: lie. Utter nonsense. Completely fabrication. I was talking about this with some mates the other day. Some people are so simple, they believe everything they’re told or everything they read. These simpletons don’t even question it for a second. Even though we ALL know there are two sides to every story, some lemmings just follow the pack. It’s so easy to follow the pack, isn’t it? Go with the majority. Swallow the lies. I’m losing Twitter followers every day because people don’t even want to know the truth!

Outside Willesden Junction, they have these very attractive flower beds. Sadly, some little scumbags treat them like a dustbin, so you’ll find cigarettes butts and empty beer cans in the flower beds. These poor, bloody flowers desperately trying to survive! You’ve got to ask yourself, why do some people have to vandalise everything? Are they ‘sticking it to the man’ by destroying everything the council puts up? Simpletons! I’m drowning in them!

Looking forward to tomorrow. Got a return train ticket booked. Going to spend 24 hours with Lady Wesker, as we had to cancel on her a few weekends ago. It will just be me and her on this occasion. Mother and son. Nose to nose. Chewing the fat. Mum will express all of her regular concerns about everyone and I will try to allay her fears. Those of you with mothers will know that conversation. Mums have irrational fears about the most random things. In fact, when they get to that age, no filter, mums come out with most scandalous statements. Your pick your jaw up off the floor and think, “How did she put two and two together and make five?”

Looking forward to this Saturday, when we are having late lunch/early dinner with a group of very beautiful people. Lockdown put a serious spoke in everyone’s social lives, so there are some people that I really like that I haven’t spent quality time with for years! Yes, years! The Trouble is making her famous BBQ spare ribs, so we are all going to get very sticky! Just a smallish, civilised gathering. Background music and a focus on good food and good conversation. Can’t wait!

Big love to my buddy Stevie Dundee, who has involved me in his Scorpio celebration at The White Lion (Streatham) on Saturday, November 4th. There will be four Scorps in attendance: me, Stevie, Jigs and Dee DeeMure plus a supporting cast of top quality jocks. If you’re anywhere near Streatham on November 4th, swing by for a swift shandy. I think we’ll probably eat dinner there too, as Lisa’s food is so delicious. I can guarantee you some very beautiful people, some top tunes (and not just the same old tunes) plus The Trouble’s legendary dance moves. Stevie says he’s going to get some party horns for the night. I told him I’ve already got the horn!

Have a wonderful and well-endowed Wednesday. I love you all. Yes, a crazy, bald man loves and cares about you.

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to the weekend!

Wow! Here we are again: Friday! Where did that week go? No, seriously, where did that week go?

Naturally, the highlight of my week was my birthday on Wednesday and, trust me, I will be celebrating my birthday all month! I have enough alcohol in here to sink a battleship, plus I have a couple of very nice dates in my diary!

The Mighty Josiah has returned from Brooklyn, so we will see him tonight and he will stay with us Friday and Saturday. I am his personal assistant, so I will be at his beck and call. You know how scrumptious he is, so I will attempt to hug and kiss him – attempt! – but he always screams and runs away.

My mother had her first experience of racial profiling this week. My daughter’s mother is black, so my daughter is mixed race, dual heritage, whatever you want to call her but, in a shop in Hove, she’s a black woman! My mum wrote, “Today, in Marks and Spencer, a security guard stopped your daughter and said she looked like a shoplifting suspect of theirs. At that minute, l appeared, all hell let loose and they were full of apologies. She was shocked, of course! It just makes me aware of how penalised black people are.” Yes, this week, Lady Wesker got a life lesson. You’re never too old to learn.

Mars has decided to trial a ‘No Bounty’ tub of Celebrations this Christmas, after its consumer research confirmed their status as the least popular sweet. The experiment comes after nearly 40% of those polled told the company the Bounty should be permanently axed from the Celebrations line up, where it struggles to compete with the star power of “all-time favourite” Maltesers. To be honest, 40% sounds like a pretty low number to be making such rash decisions. Personally, given half the chance, I would eat Bounty until it made me sick! I love it! I’m down at Sainsbury’s this morning, so I will be stocking up on Bounty bars for those lazy Christmas days! Celebrations can do one! It’s a rip-off anyway!

The ‘follows’ keep arriving at Scam HQ a.k.a. Instagram. Every day, so many follows from women with an ‘Only Fans’ page, people dealing in Cryptocurrency or just people with no profile pic. For every person I follow, I literally delete about 20 wanting me to follow them. El*n M*sk calculates that about 90% of our followers are bots! I suspect he might be right but that won’t be happening on my IG profile. Not me, mate!

Yesterday, I forgot to post a photo on IG of some of my wonderful Wednesday students, which I have done today. Some people are a bit funny about selfies. They worry about the way they look, or worry about people knowing their whereabouts, or just worry about being in selfies. For my money, when people pass away, I am so grateful for my selfies with me and them. Beautiful moments, never to be forgotten.

For those of you that follow me on Twitter, if I suddenly disappear, I will have gone to @TribelSocial. As Twitter is now allowing very extreme right-wing people back on their platform, I may back away? Let’s see what happens?

Very sad to hear about Noel McKoy passing away. ‘Family’ by McKoy was released in 1991 and we must have played it hundreds of times on Kiss FM! I think anybody listening to Kiss at that time will remember ‘Family’ as being a huge radio and party record. In 2014, Noel became part of The British Collective, an exceptional group of young men, who many of us have enjoyed in recent years. One of the most distinctive voices in UK soul music. He will be missed.

Matt Hancock is about to find out how much people hate him!

Be warned: someone has created a FAKE Lindsay Wesker profile and they may send you a friend request. Do not accept it!

Hope you can join me tomorrow at 1.00 p.m. for ‘The A-Z Of Mi-Soul Music’. The Letter J (Part Seven). Some of the tunes are a bit saucy! You have been warned!

Have a fabulous and funky Friday! I love you all. You’re probably thinking, “You don’t even know me!” but, if people can hate for no reason, why can’t I love?

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Happy Hump Day!

People are asking me, “How do you stay so healthy? How have you avoided colds and the flu?” My medicine of choice is Wray & Nephew overproof rum. That elixir scares the bejesus out of all known germs and bugs! You think I’m joking? It is a powerful cure-all.

My son and I finally decorated the Christmas tree last night. To begin with, it’s a poor-quality tree from B&M. It began shedding pine needles almost immediately. I won’t buy from them again. Nevertheless, once my son and I had covered it in fairy lights, tinsel, silver baubles and ornaments, you couldn’t really see how cheap and bald the tree has become. It’s no work of art but it will do! It was important for us to make the tree look seasonal because the 25th is going to be all about The Mighty Josiah. All the other grandkids are going to be with their respective mums but we have The Mighty One this year, so we want to make it special for him. Josiah is NOT going to be happy that me and his nana are leaving him to go to see Lady Wesker, but we have to show our faces in Hove! You know what it’s like at this time of year; sometimes you need to be in several places at the same time!

Again, thank you to everyone that listened and contributed to the Mi-Afternoons show yesterday. One particular request was for ‘I Choose You’ by Paris, and the young lady that chose it said it reminded her of house parties before there was such a thing as ‘social distancing’. My goodness, do you remember slow dancing? It seems like a distant memory! We had so much fun in those dark, crowded rooms, didn’t we? It was like a group of people making love with their clothes on! ‘Caught You In A Lie’, ‘Key To The World’, ‘Hopelessly In Love’. Within those dances, with those two bodies locked so tight, we had conversations without words. Will those days ever return?

I read an interesting article yesterday about a family who’ve dispensed with presents and, instead, they’re giving each other the gift of time. I guess it’s not very ‘loving family’ if you open your presents, say “thank you” and just retreat into your own little world. Isn’t it better to share the day together? Be present in the day. Cook together, listen to the radio and dance together, eat together, wash-up together, fall asleep in front of the TV together? I think it’s a nice idea. Do we really need any more stuff? If Christmas seems too materialistic to you, maybe time (and love) is a better and more spiritual gift?

I’ll be back on Mi-Soul today at 1.00 p.m. The request hour is at 2.00 p.m. Get your requests in now!

Have a wonderful and well-endowed Wednesday. I love you all. Yes, a crazy, bald man loves and cares about you.

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Happy Hump Day! Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

On Blackout Tuesday, I didn’t spend one solitary penny on anything, I didn’t post or like anything on Facebook, I didn’t tweet or re-tweet anything on Twitter, I didn’t post or love anything on Instagram, and I didn’t post, love or re-post anything on Tumblr. In addition to that, I didn’t correspond with anyone via text, Instagram DM, Twitter DM, Facebook Messenger or WhatsApp. I did my bit. I hope you did too? Big up to Apple, who closed down their iTunes store for a day. The idea was to pause, recharge and reconnect with yourself, which I did. The idea was to disconnect from the matrix but people posted black squares all over the place, so the social media corporations still got their valuable traffic.

Today, I’m going to return to my Six Degrees Of Inspiration theme. It’s been a really difficult 2020 so far but I am still enormously grateful for so many of the things in my life.

1) My Dad (R.I.P.)

I’m grateful to my parents for sending me to Highgate Wood Secondary Modern Comprehensive in Crouch End. It was an education in itself. A dazzling mix of every nation under the sun. It taught me there are just two kinds of people on this earth: good people and bad people.

2) My Mum (Lady Wesker)

I’m grateful to Mum for teaching me the power and the value of good food and good company. Enjoying a meal with my favourite people is so precious to me. If you’ve got quality friends, you need quality time with them. I want to hear and savour every word.

3) The Weather

In the UK, we don’t often get excited about the weather but May was a blast, wasn’t it? And thank God the weather was so good or lockdown would have been even more painful! Those with a garden have been able to luxuriate. If I had a bit more privacy, you know what I’d be doing!

4) The People That Listen To My Radio Show

Can you imagine how happy I get on a Saturday afternoon? I love radio. I love the station I work for. I love the music I play. And I love my listeners. I love making people happy, so I love entertaining my radio audience. My radio show is a rollercoaster of emotions but that’s what soulful music is: music from the heart.

5) The People That Read My Morning Status

I am grateful to all of you. We have a good laugh first thing in the morning, don’t we? Some people don’t read it because they think it’s the same thing every day. And some people read it because they never know what I’m going to say! I try to help you wake up by sharing some love with you. I hope you can feel it?

6) Hot Water

In this kind of weather, you can get pretty hot and grimey, especially if you go for a three-mile walk! When I get under that hot shower, I’m there for a while; I let the hot water and soap wash everything away. How blessed am I to have hot water to wash in (and a nice blue towelling robe to relax in!)

Have a wonderful and well-endowed Wednesday. I love you all.