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The Good News Never Happened…

For those of you who follow my blog fairly regularly, I wrote a post entitled ”Good News” a short while ago. Well, I’ve had an answer now and it isn’t good.

About a month ago, I had a visit from a local Chief Inspector of Police. He owed me an apology, as he had forgotten to write to me about a matter another officer had messed up. During the visit, several things were discussed and I mentioned the wind chimes. A Sargent told me he would visit and mediate but could promise nothing.

So yesterday, the Sargent phoned me and told me my neighbours still refuse to move the wind chimes. I was staggered. I thought that the police asking them might just shame them into moving them.

That is why I wrote the article I posted yesterday. It will appear in a local new source, but will reach much further afield. I hope to create a law requiring consultation with neighbours before installing anything that makes noise or visual distress.

I may never benefit from such a law, but hopefully others will, and it may cause neighbourhoods to be closer knit. As far as I can tell, these neighbours have no contact with anyone else in my road. I do, I have friendships and acquaintances.

In my chat with the sargent, he also told that Woodhouse will get her come upance, if not to do with her harassment of me, but sooner or later the law will catch up with her.

I feel comforted by these men, who enforce the law, although they need proof and evidence. These men are upright and honourable. They remind me of when and why I worked at the Citizens Advice Bureau.

All my career has been about empowering the disadvantaged and giving hope to the poor in spirit.

I’m not changing. I will not become bitter. I will keep my spirit sweet.

So the good news never came, but good will come out of this. I believe that with all my heart.

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The morning after…

This morning I woke with a very painful bruise on the back of my pelvis, and a tender spot on my skull. I am very fortunate. Thank you for your kind remarks and concern.

It was a blessing in disguise, as I was able to catch up with my friends. They had heard about Michael Ebsworth’s attempt to move in. I explained why he left and their response was the same as every other of my friends. He has always known I am frail, and always known I have help in my home. It was not an eye opener for him at all.

According to his former girlfriend, he was very untidy. We will leave it at that. So she was shocked to hear his criticism of my home, etc. He wasn’t when he lived next door. He, like the paramedic, told me I have very good taste.

So my friend who lives down the road brought milk this morning. I’m having a duvet day as another friend had suggested. I had wanted to move around, but that hurts too much.

My new front door arrived this morning. I chose a white one this time, but still with two vertical frosted panels. I love how the white adds more light to my hall. The sun comes through and picks up the sunshine of my pale apricot walls. In summer, the sun comes through my bathroom and plays with the pale apricot. I really love my home. The harbour looks very still today, a change after all the stormy weather.

So today I will rest. I will watch some TV and hopefully nap.

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Comments about my daughter and a lone fig…

Yesterday I saw a friend and she had been shopping with someone else I know. That someone commented on how beautiful the young woman who was assisting was. My friend replied ‘that’s Chrissie’s daughter’… I told my daughter today. She glowed.

My daughter was wearing a midi dress today. It had a split at the side, to just above the knee. She had teamed this with Doctor Martens boots. She looked fantastic. It’s a combination I would never put together at any time in my life. I have always chosen femine looking footwear, and most of my clothes have been fairly feminine. I used to love wearing straight jeans, like Levi 501s, they made legs look endless.

My four year old fig tree, which I planted a year ago, has one tiny fig. This is not the season for figs. They should appear in August/September. My whole garden is in different stages. I have poppies in bud and other plants in flower.

Today, I have had a lot of pain in my leg. Similar to the pain in my arm the other day. That pain is now only in my thumb. It’s strange and so far can only think it’s due to the wind chimes. I also have a slight headache, which might be due to the tea I drank with CBD oil in. Yes, a friend led me astray and took me to a tea shop that specialises in CBD oil. I do have some here at home.

If these pains go on, I will need to see my doctor. I don’t want to. I don’t want any consequences, like investigations.

It’s the Rugby World Cup final tomorrow. I’ll be rooting for England. I was so disappointed that Ireland lost to New Zealand in the quarter finals. Especially as it was Rory Best’s last match. A hooker, he has been captain since Brian O’Driscoll retired. Ireland beat New Zealand in their last two meetings.

It is again raining. We have had so much rain since the Equinox. Rivers and water meadows are flooding.

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Feeling blue…

Lots of my friends tell me I’m weird but usually with smile on their face. They are my chosen family.

I’m feeling blue because a tablet the doctor gave me has stopped me needing paramedics and so because I don’t need to rest every 5 steps I wish I had not given my car away… And because I saw someone last week. Unexpectedly.

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Being real…