In lot’s of pain now…

I am feeling the pain of this week. The tiredness from lack of sleep and panic attacks. The stress of how certain ‘agencies’ have treated me.

Painting the gates has been good mentally but now I am feeling the aches, and my ankle hurts more because I’m so tired.

I phoned the police station in Germany. I was doing well until I was asked why my friend needed proof of his pass being stolen. What is ‘home office; in German? I’m not sure what it is in American.

We got past that and I gave a date. Then I gave it as single numbers to be sure. I asked if he had got my drift. He said 2017 in English. I responded that he knew English. Oh yes he said I know English. I was not surprised at all, but said that he had let me search for unusual vocabulary in German without letting me off the hook. I also told him in German that my uncle used to play soccer for Dortmund Barbarossia.

They did not have the information I needed and he gave me the number for the Bulgarian Embassy in Bonn.

I seem to have done a lot today but feel like I’ve accomplished nothing.

I have thanked my paramedics who attended me, and also asked for my thanks to go out to the whole Trust for their dedication during the lockdown. We are now on Stay Alert which means every one piles to the beaches and Quay and buy beer from supermarkets and put a strain on the emergency services.

I thanked the staff of my local hospital, where I have responsibilities, for their dedication and hard work.

I was looking for ear buds today as a neighbour’s daughter lost her headphones. As I looked, I recalled being told I’ve got too much stuff. Well, having seen photos of where they live, there is just as much stuff in their home. I have a lot of my sister’s hair products etc, and I’m not ready to part with them yet. One day I will be, and I’ll have less stuff than in their home. I gave the girl my spare earbuds.


The Press…

Last week I was contacted by The Metro, a London newspaper who had seen my petition about consulting neighbours before installing noise making things that cause disturbance. They wanted my story, why this had happened and so on.

I told them how the letting agency for my neighbours, Quay Living, had been told a pack of lies about me by a former neighbour and how this would never have happened if I had not dropped my complaint to the police about being sexually assaulted. I told them how my neurological disease is affected by high pitched sounds.

No decent person doesn’t realise that telling lies about someone will affect their future. Only a psychotic person who thinks only of themselves does not think about it. The lies told about me have changed my new neighbours attitude toward me and they are being incredibly cruel. Who knowingly inflicts agony on someone??

I got told I have too much ‘stuff’ by Michael Ebsworth. Well, he’s had about 12 addresses the last 25 years while I have been bringing up a daughter on my own. Daughters like ‘stuff’ and they give their mothers ‘stuff’ and it’s hard to let go of that stuff.

I am a prisoner in my bedroom. I eat here, I watch TV here, I write, Read and sleep here. All because of the wind chimes. I roll around in agony here. No one would believe how I’m forced to live because of my neighbours, because they were told lies.