From Portland Street to Downing Street. My quest for happiness has taken me to the steps of No.10.

I stand on the ground beneath my feet upon which Sir Winston Churchill defied the Gestapo and all the apparatus of Nazi rule.

Two roads diverged in a village street, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

ESWCSBRF1874  — at 10 Downing Street.

Going to Downing Street was all down to an accumulation of things I have done over the years since the death of my father. Things I needed to do to keep me distracted. To keep me ticking along. To keep me busy. More than anything to keep me happy and to raise my spirits. Many of these things I have contributed to have involved my community. My People. Derby folk. Punjabi folk. My folk.

‘NEVER REJECT YOUR OWN COMMUNITY NO MATTER WHAT FAULTS YOU FIND WITHIN IT.’

I’ve done nothing alone. I’ve always tried to bring others with me. You can’t do anything worthwhile alone. Everyone needs help to move forward in life.

Thanks for helping me all.

I’m not finished yet;