Sunday

Good morning peeps,

I am getting the usual suspects checking the blog and wondering why I didn't update yesterday.
Well I wasn't very well and I was busy writing. The manuscript is nearly 59,000 words. It only needs to make 65,000 in order to be a short book. Anyone who wants to do manuscript appraisal for me, get in touch, the more the merrier.

I have had a mild chest infection recently and didn't think anything of it, until I got a sore throat, which I ignored until it became raging and my temperature went up and I have generally felt blah, so I just wrote quietly most of the day yesterday and went for a drive in the afternoon, I didn't feel like going to one of the carnivals. I will wait and go to our local carnival next week, and will do some photography for that.

Not much to say. I am cooking a late breakfast/ brunch and watching the Hollyoaks omnibus.
Yesterday's rain showers meant that I didn't even do the few hours of work I had planned so that goes onto next week's work. I am working the bank holiday as an almost normal day, and will play scrabble with my mate as well.
I got us a scrabble set from the car boot sale and although I picked it up first, someone else came along at the same time and wanted to offer the seller twice the price for it, but I told him I wanted it for my mate who's increased disability meant he couldn't get out so much. Which is true, so they let me have it.

There is rain due tomorrow afternoon and into Tuesday, so at least the gardens may be easier to dig after that, the ground has been horribly dry.

Friday

Good evening peeps,

I should be asleep but the Jersey vultures are circling and I slept for three hours earlier.

It has been a warm day with a fresh breeze.

I am still scared to do anything nice or enjoyable because for so long when I try to relax and enjoy things, the church or Jersey attack, but earlier I took my backpack and walked over the cliffs to a cove that I am find of but rarely get to. There is a nice cafe down there and I took my music work and books with me.
The walk was heavenly, with the vigorous sea beating on the rocks below the cliffs and sunshine and the strong wind.
A lot of people were out enjoying the weather, it is grockle season and the whole area is jammed with traffic but on the cliffs although there are plenty of people, it isn't crowded.

I really enjoyed being out there, and I walked down to the cafe. I sat and I drank tea and studied music and copied out some of the Haydn Symphony that I am using to neaten up my music writing.

At lunchtime I had soup and a roll and more tea and watched the sea, and then I just sat down there watching the sea and studying music.
I got quite sunburned!

I came home and I have been more tired recently since the recent Jersey attack, so I lay down on the bed and I was asleep. I slept for three hours.

I woke up, did supper and watched Hollyoaks and then I have been writing, but I must go to sleep now. The manuscript I am working on is coming up to 47,000 words now.

The blog stats have been high, which is worrying. I have had no attack alerts sent but I will be asking someone to save any smears from the church times as usual if that is the source of the high stats.

Thursday

Good evening peeps,

I am just closing down for the night.
The growls of doom from Jersey continue.  I can tell that from the blog stats. Jersey Safeguarding and Guernsey as well, the vultures hovering.

This morning Max decided to give me a fright. His engine warning light came on.
Thankfully I was actually near the garage that have looked after him since he was a dinky toy baby car.
They ran the diagnostics and reset something and said he should be alright now but if not then he needs a cat replacement.
I want a cat as well.
But I hope that we don't have to replace Max's cat. Florence was too old to have one. But no doubt she is sitting on that driveway cheering and egging little brother Max on as he continues the tradition of scaring the hell out of me.
I still gave Max a good wash and clear-out at lunchtime.

This afternoon it started to rain as I worked but I continued my work as it was not heavy rain.
Anyone who saw me watering in the rain, no I haven't gone bonkers, the plants were very dry and the light rain wouldn't make much difference to them.

This evening I watched Hollyoaks and got my friend's box of music manuscripts off the cupboard and started copying a Haydn Symphony out. My written music is a bit like my handwriting, there is room for improvement. So I think copying symphonies out would be a good way of improving.
Then I did some pen pal letters and paperwork, and then I did a few short story competition entries, I must improve my skill as a writer.

I get to this point in the evening when I should settle to sleep but I am too nervous and anxious. I don't want to start any new tasks so late, but I won't settle if I try to wind down for the night :(

Wednesday

Good evening,

I remain very anxious at the danger from Jersey.

Today it was due to rain this morning, so no work, it didn't rain much in the end.

A day of mundane stuff. A meeting with a gardening team, which terrified me, but we shall see. I needed a whisky after that.

Then a meeting about my public liability insurance, just to resolve the slight diversion in work which I do occasionally do which doesn't fit my usual three categories but I have to be covered in order that someone can invoice. Blah, who hates meetings? I do.
Then I had to go to the bank.
Then more boring stuff, laundry and shopping for toiletries and household stuff that had been depleting while I have been distracted.

Now it is the paperwork and writing time of day, the Simpsons is just finishing and the sun is still shining over the great hill, supper is chicken and salad, well what else? :)
And I have been good and done some music practice.

As yet, the Jersey Safeguarding partnership have felt unable to answer to the statement that they have received. But knowing them and Gorst and co, they are going to try to proceed despite my objection. That would be what one would expect from them.

Tuesday

Good evening peeps,

Well. What a day.
It has not been too hot, quite warm, but mainly cloudy.
I have plodded vigerously on with one of my clearance contracts, and it is now under control and down to maintenance hours, so I now drop that garden for a week, and just do the maintenance the following week, not a bad thing considering the work that is coming in.
My other clearance goes to the same thing at the end of the week. Two successes. Both big jobs and heavy work. I have no idea when the tide turned and I became competent at my trade again, or why.

On the way home, I pulled over on the cliff top and messaged the contract I was due to assess, and they said 'come on in, dirty work clothes and all!' So I did.

Wow. Do you ever see a garden and think 'I'm not worthy!?'
The gardens I viewed after work are beautiful, very well crafted and happy and with a stunning view of the sea. The place has sheep, chickens, bees and doves and a lovely veg patch. Basically the place is paradise. But of course it is also a challenge because it is very well turned out and very well thought out, it is not rough tough garden clearance, it is perfection with weeds, and I will need to put on a polished performance.
At the moment they are considering offering me a day a week, as part of a team, and that will suit them and me. I like them and I adore the gardens. I had a feeling that if I could get this, it would be an important asset to me for a number of reasons, and I think it will be if I do.

Then I got home, and another gardening team are chasing me up as an extra pair of hands. Oh, can we extend the week to 8 days so I can fit everything in and still accelerate my music and writing and university prep? If you have read Emma and my comments about uni in  a previous post you will see that despite the Church of England being idiots when I was taking my end of terms, I managed to pass and am preparing for my second year.
I remain very vulnerable to harm by the Church and Jersey, so no matter how much progress my life is making, it is still fragile and can still be destroyed.

Hollyoaks, what will happen to Perry if they aren't rescued? Never mind the nonsense about Maxine and Patrick, that was always a weak storyline.

It is 8.45 and I have only just showered and I didn't get supper yet! :(
hm, chicken and salad and paperwork until 11pm.

Adrian Lynch/Damien Nettles Similarities strike again

Many people are asking for this post, presumably because of the documentary. It appears that someone tried to have it removed though.
I know that it must be hard for the family because of having to go through it again, but I am glad to hear that they found the documentary helpful, My thoughts are with them.


Two Islands, two young men missing, they look alike.
Now...
Two anonymous 'local' businessmen on two islands...
both offered a 10k reward.

Excuse me for breaking the new rules but I am not in Jersey.
Shouldn't the police be looking at what boats these businessment drive?
No offence meant.

http://www.damiennettles.com/

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-jersey-36428145

Monday

Good evening,

I got my work done today despite still feeling disrupted by Jersey Safeguarding partnership, who remain a growling threat.

It has been a warm day, and I plodded on and got my work done.
Then I went and played scrabble with my mate for a few hours. He won. He is a genius a bit like my dad, they so should have got to meet and play scrabble together.

Home again and I decided to leave assessing the big new contract for tomorrow evening after work, because I am tired and still quite anxious.

The flat is clean and I am tired, I have paperwork all neatly laid out to work through.
I probably should cook supper.
Hollyoaks is on and all my books this evening are text books, not stories.

I wish this feeling of fear and distress would calm down a bit.

Sunday

Good morning peeps,

Welcome back.
I didn't feel like writing and I have been very busy.

I didn't mean to turn this blog into the other blog but for a while it was easier for people to access information from this blog.

I still don't feel like writing.

Since I moved house, my work took off, and I am writing this with my hands full of thorns and I am a bit sunburned. I was working in the sun yesterday. Still, at least I get Sunday off.

Jersey Safeguarding Partnership have launched an onslaught recently, because the dignitaries in Jersey want a consolation prize for the Steel report, and the safeguarding partnership whitewash is the only one that they can use to hurt and discredit me further.
The Bishop would have published the Steel report if he had not been prevented, which shows how psychopathic he is, as the report was a coverup and an attack on me.

Anyway, during the night, as a result of the recent onslaught by the safeguarding partnership, I was having nightmares, the same nightmares every night.

I woke up this morning to a quiet morning, I knew it must be early if it was quiet. No people gossiping as they went to get their papers.
The sea is grey with mist, and the great hill is blurry with mist.

I am having coffee and lots of toast for breakfast and watching Mel and Joey before the Hollyoaks Omnibus is on. I am also reading a Shane Dunphy book and a study skills book and typing this, the thing is, ADD can be used to your advantage, I call it creative multi-tasking, and because there aren't enough hours in the day for everything I need to do, this is how I live.

I stopped writing this earlier and the Hollyoaks omnibus is nearly over.
It is still misty outside but the sun is due to break through.
I have chicken and roasties or wedges with salad for lunch but I am not hungry yet.

When I moved here I was without a fridge, but now I have a fridge with freezer compatment and ice tray and ice cubes.

Well as I have told you, this flat is a makeshift, it is next to a pub and the noise and being hassled by drunks is not nice. But on the other hand it isn't all bad. Max has a permit for me to park him on the cliff, but I am uneasy about him being over there alone, the bluebike is locked at the industrial estate and I am here. I don't really like being separated from my family this way, so I guess this is a six month stop before I find a quiet refuge where I can write.
Saying that, I have got 42,000 words of a manuscript done since I moved, but because I have jumped a grade with my next music exam and of course university is going to be harder in the next year, I need to start factoring more time in for study and prep.

Work is hard in the hot sun and it is nice to have today off, even if the day is already flying by.
My day off today is about paperwork, cleaning the flat, reading, car boot sale and preparation for the week's work.

update

The stalkerstat will be taking drugs if I don't update. So I will, briefly.

I am cooking bacon and eggs and having coffee.

Today the engineer comes to connect the phone line, so I have to wait in for that, you know how they say any time between 8 and 1? How frustrating, but I have plenty of writing to do.

This week my adoptive mum came over, she has to do the 'Royal Visit' when I move home, but she complains that her address book is full because I keep moving home!
She does understand though, her husband had a rough upbringing and he moved home a lot too when he was a young adult.
The adoptive parents have been away a lot, they send me postcards though :) I like postcards, my pen pals send me those as well and I send them postcards too.

Anyway, so Mum came over and we did the usual, loads of talking and tea and coffee, I hadn't had breakfast when I went to collect her, so we had marmalade on toast in a cafe, then we came home and she sat in my armchair and we talked and she read a funny book I have that I had picked out of my books when I was unpacking them, she liked it so much that she has borrowed it.

We had a long walk around the cliffs and the harbour and the seafront, the tide was on the wall and mum likes that, so we stayed out for some time before going to a cafe for a meal.
Then Mum went home.

I am just working and writing at the moment.

church of comedy

'Good morning and welcome to this service of family communion led by the Reverend JJ Nortyperson. Today we are going to talk about denominations - quick churchwardens! Lock the Doors!'

'Dear Reverend Nortyperson, When Jesus was tempted by the devil after His Baptism, did He live on Locums and wild honey like John the Baptist?'

According to legend, the Bishop of Winchester abides by, and advocates 3 P's.
One before he puts his dress on for the service, and one after the service. And one in the middle if they run short of communion wine.

She's not the Messiah, she's a very Nortyperson!