THURDAY 3 JANUARY 2013. OLD NEWS.

3 JANUARY, THURSDAY 2013.

OLD NEWS FROM LAST YEAR.

No rain.  Frankie came around for a hot chocolate at 6.00.

I worked all day on decoration Art work Angels.  Painted them with a mix of P.V.A glue and gold acrilic paint.  Edward did drawing with water colour pencils.  I have so many angels waiting to be completed that I feel overwhelm.  Edward agreed to attend an Alfa course because of the free meal  with Frankie driving.

 I could not sleep, I tried lying on the floor.  Edward eat all day, he is so fat.  I feel hungry after all the food we over-eat at Christmas.  I must weigh my lumpy flesh.  Pain in my right foot and ankle forced me to take an Asprin to dull pain before sleeping.

IN JERSEY VICTORIAN MARKET.

TAKEN FROM LAST YEARS DIARY. WEDNESDAY 2 JANUARY 2013.

2 JANUARY, WEDNESDAY.

Rain.  I worked in Cry shop.  Paid Jane £20 towards the payment of Edwards Somerville dinner.

I bought a net skirt with sparkling sequin embellishments from Oxfam of the £1 rail and I love it.  John is back working in the shop after being a short time with Jersey Telcom.
We must go to the Co-op shopping to use our £100 vouchers from Mr Kursh.  Edward is still waiting for  hospital appointments.

Dream snippet... I had a visit by a young family with children to my home not Jersey, and was enjoying myself playing with a group of children under five who were so beautiful as well as adorable in personalties when one child a beautiful boy I was playing with so happily suddenly changed  bring out a huge penis very mature from his child's apparel and thrust it at me demanding that I played with it. 

 I immediately with drew from him in horror.  Very shocked waking myself up.  I knew instantly that I had been entertaining Fallen Angels.  Demons had been attempting deception while I was sleeping.

A VERY HAPPY OCCASION AT MY SISTER ANNE'S HOUSE IN TONBRIDGE, KENT.

NEW YEARS DAY 1 JANUARY 2013. LAST YEARS RECORDING.

TUESDAY 1 JANUARY 2013. LAST YEARS DIARY ENTRY.

I did not have much sleep.  Breakfast in the hotel, a bright sunny morning.

Laptop on line. I looked at Facebook.  Put photos from camera on to lap-top, deleted many bad pictures of the year.  Hardly any good one's of me at all.  Edward watched television and ironed his cloths.  I worked on  art Angels set into a curly shape it is a decoration to be suspended on a string.

  I feel very tired with  not much optimism for the new year 2013 ahead of me.  I look so old.  Even when dressed in my finery I still look old.  I have been smoking a lot lately.  

I am reading action novel "Shock Wave."  by Colin Forbes. I must weight myself this week.  Edward is so fat he looks gross. I keep on mislaying my reading glass's which makes me so angry and frustrated with myself.  I have tooth ache to day.  Pain in my knees kept me from sleeping yesterday.

ART WORK, PHOTO OF ANNE AND COLIN AT DURRELL ZOO.

JOHN ANSWERED AND SAID. "A MAN CAN RECEIVE NOTHING UNLESS IT HAS BEEN GIVEN TO HIM FROM HEAVEN." JOHN 3. 27.

RECORDED IN LAST YEARS DIARY. 31 DECEMBER 2012.

NEW YEARS EVE.  FRANKIE PHONED.  10.34 AM.  Edward has chest infection.  Wind, grey sky, no rain.  Cleaned the home plenty of rain later.  Anne phoned she cheered me up.  Bath and hair wash , got dressed up in finery, wore great fishnet tights with black seams also black nail varnish and little black dress to go to hotel Ambassador for gala dinner. £65 each.  Edward not well he is so grumpy and full of complaints.  He dress up in dark jacket and dark trousers also waist coat.  It was the first time he looked goof in months.  Rain.  He complained most of the evening spoilt my enjoyment of the evening.  He just sat most of the evening looking miserable he made no effort to enjoy the fantastic festivities put on by the hotel.  I had to sit alone as he kept wandering off leaving me alone at the table or to dance.  He booked a room at the last minute to stay over because he had been drinking a lot also dreadful rain.

TREAD SOFTLY BECAUSE YOU TREAD ON MY DREAMS. CRANBERRY IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE COLOURS.

GOSSIP

FIRST ASK ARE YOU CERTAIN IT IS TRUE.

SECOND IS IT SOMETHING GOOD.

THIRD IS IT SOMETHING USEFUL.

BECAUSE IF IT IS NOT TRUE, GOOD OR USEFUL, WHY TALK ABOUT IT.

DO YOU REALLY WANT TO HERE ABOUT IT.

GOSSIP SEPARATES BEST FRIENDS

AND IT CAN CAUSE YOU TO LOSE YOUR REPUTATION.

WHEN YOU HAVE TO MAKE A DECISION BETWEEN TWO DIRECTIONS,

TAKE THE PATH THAT BRINGS YOU CLOSER TO YOUR LIFE'S MISSION.

EPSOM SALTS IN A HOT BATH WILL RELIEVE STRESS AND DE-PUFF THE SKIN.

DETOXIFY PHYSICALLY, DRIED WHEAT-GRASS, SPIRULINA

RECONSTITUTE IN SPRING WATER OF FRUIT JUICE.

GET RID OF GUILT COMPLETELY.

ANYTHING THAT MAKES YOU FEEL GUILTY 

BRINGS  DOWN YOUR SELF-ESTEEM AND ENERGY.

EITHER STOP THE GUILT INDUCING BEHAVIOUR, 

OR FIGURE OUT A WAY TO CONTINUE THE BEHAVIOUR 

WITHOUT GUILT.

DAVID MOODY DIED ON 22 APRIL 2013. MY FRIEND KATH DIED ON 11 NOVEMBER 2013 BOTH BELOVED PERSONALTIES.

HOW TO REPLACE HALF THE FAT IN ANY CAKE RECIPE 

USE A JAR OF APPLE SAUCE BOUGHT FROM THE SUPERMARKET

AND LEAVE OUT HALF THE SUGAR .

YOUR CAKE WILL TASTE AMAZING.

JOHN ANSWERED AND SAID.

"A MAN CAN RECEIVE NOTHING UNLESS IT HAS BEEN GIVEN TO HIM FROM HEAVEN."

JOHN 3.27.

AN APPLE A DAY IS A BALL OF ENERGY

AND A CHOCOLATE BAR A DOSE OF LETHARGY.

DRINKING HOT WATER FIRST THING IN THE MORNING KICK STARTS YOUR METABOLISM,

PREPARING YOUR STOMACH FOR FOOD,

GETTING YOUR DIGESTION GOING AND DETOXING ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

READ THE BOOK -

A YEAR OF DOING GOOD, BY JUDITH O'REILLY.

THE SILENT KILLER,

HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE.

FOODS RICH IN NITRATES TO TRY

BEETROOT. LETTUCE.  CABBAGE. FENNEL.

ALMONDS. PISTACHIOS ALL INCREASE B6. AND LUTEIN.

LOVE IS OUR PERMANENT NATURE, SO IT ISN'T AN EMOTION.

BECAUSE EMOTIONS CHANGE AND SWITCH.

LOVE IS ALWAYS THERE.

WHAT EVER YOU ARE DOING,

BE  AWARE OF IT AND STAY INVOLVED.

SEIZE THE DAY.

FOR ALL YOU KNOW, ITS THE ONLY ONE YOU HAVE GOT.

EAT ONE BANANA A DAY TO KEEP CRAMP AT BAY.

INTERNAL VIOLENCE TOWARDS THE SELF APPEARS

IN FORMS SUCH AS SELF-DEGRADATION;

PUBLICITY SHOT BY GRIF WASON

NEW A 4 DIARY. RYE BREAD TOASTED AND COFFEE.

WEDNESDAY 1 JANUARY

10.05 AM.  Grey misty sky, fine rain, wind gusting. 

 "When you are going through hell keep on going."  Winston Churchill.

The world appears to be dead, the road below my bedroom window is bereft of car's, so very unusual for our long winding road. Noise is absent from the outside where commuter traffic usually clogs the street.

  All that I can here is Edward snoring beside me in our bed his back turned face towards the open bedroom door.  Which is just as well as he coughs and snorts like a pig most of the night.  Our bedroom is filled with shadows and so still it is almost a challenge to breath in case a sigh shakes the walls and bring's down the whole house.

 My fingers are freezing cold holding this new A 4 size diary and clasping the pen.  The rest of my being is sheltered by the duvet apart from my upper body that rests warmly in the pink wool of my Eyelash  knitt jumper that still retains a whiff of perfume from its last outing.

11.30 AM  Edward my husband has just woken farting loudly.  I am hungry.  The swoosh of three cars passing our house must indicate that the world is waking. Recovering more like from a night of excessive drinking. 

 A sudden movement in the slats of number ten's window blinds across the way defiantly shows that other people out there are alive besides me.

EDWARD GUARDS OUR FRONT DOOR IN BRIGHTFIELD ROAD, LEE.