Claudsville Blogs and Biog of a Bog Woppit

My name is Claudine West. These are excepts of this present life as me. 2016 was rather fabulous making music, writing, recording, gigging, doing the full time day job. Looking after wife and cats, mowing the lawn, breathing in the sea. Exploring Devon, Dorset and Somerset. Writing recording and releasing more meditation music under ‘Earth Tree Healing’…. Being happy. 

https://claudinewestmusic.com/ 

These are my blogs and here is the Kindle book.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Claudsville-Blogs-Biog-Bog-Woppit-ebook/dp/B00M5IR94K/

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 2015 Year in review : Claudsville / Clange 

My 2015 year in review: Well ours! This year has been astoundingly good. We are happy, content, productive. I excitedly gallop into 2016 surrounded by love and intrigue. With laughter, warmth, food in my belly, farting in bed world records!   

 2 fluffy felines we adore. Music surrounds my soul. Ticking those wish list boxes. 
  We travelled around Cornwall for my 40th. I’ve stayed up and watched a Blood Moon in Glastonbury. We’ve travelled all over the place in ‘Daisy.’ Read adventures https://claudsville.wordpress.com/

See some great bands and musicians… Florence & Machine, Robert Plant, Seth Lakeman, Flaming Lips, Mariachi El Bronx, Gogol Bordello. 
Then there has been us ‘Subway Circus’ after a while securing the ‘right’ line up. We got there with ‘PP Johnson'(excellent vocalist and just lovely , funny Bloke) joining ‘Speed’ (serious and sensational) ‘Mr Delacey’ (The human mystery) and Myself (Claudine West)
  
  : Sweaty Drummer Weirdo with weird lyrics I do enjoy documenting our band adventures in Wi-Fi Subway Circus, Rock Band. #Nottingham The process of getting our name out there gaining new fans (not just making your mates attend) is such fun! We have more now this year! 😉 even more to come in ’16. Capturing on camera our jams, gigs is a scrapbook we will look at in the years that follow. From the birth of an idea to the practised and performed workings of a great song. It’s there for posterity. Bum bits, Funny parts, FCUK ups an all! The boys are all lovely. Big thanks to Angela Barker 

  
and the Gig promoters that are inviting us to play. See blogs here : 
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We begin recording our Debut Album in January 2016! #excited
  
  

Oh yes. I just played a solo gig before the lurgy hit: Claudine West Music | Welcome to Claudsville
http://claudinewestmusic.com/
Thank you Mr Will Robinson at I’m not from London
  
Job wise; So after working hard. And possibly have to deal with a lot of liquid brown to get there. I got promoted, Ange got promoted. After a low point last November. I took time out. Wrote and recorded a solo album as therapy. Healed and have never looked back. Events have seemed ‘mapped’ slotting in nicely like a jigsaw. Like it’s meant to be. Confirming I’m on the right road! 
  
Our talents in and out of work are really recognisable now. The effort is paying dividends in lots of ways. In genuinely helping others, we help ourselves. Never been busier. 
  
  At times I just want to slow it all down and hibernate. Press the factory reset. Run away to California. The next projects of our lives are in the pipeline. 

What have I learnt and reiterated in 2015? 
Staying inspired and creative means being around the inspirational, creative hard working ambassadors in Music. Losers are arrogant self important puppy dogs with the mentality of inexperience. Don’t insult the veterans!
  
Listening to other people’s ‘dreams’ and their ‘morals’ which they adapt and don’t practice. Helps me quickly lose respect and walk away from what used to be a shared dream! (Take notice when you are preaching, look within) So ones mentors are human. I listen. Take note. But ultimately follow my own path. It’s my life this time round you know! Talk the talk and yes please walk the walk. Lots of BS big words do not mean you are intelligent and actually good at something! We can all take extracts from dictionaries and copy and paste in meetings! Get to the actually point. Simplify and speak of real practical solutions to problems. Then just do it! Procrastination is the curse of the unmotivated.  

  
  I’ve witness arrogance off the scale: Translated : You slimy, self important, unlikable thing you! Enjoy where that ultimately gets you in the afterlife: wash, rinse, repeat! ;-o 

I’ve seen selfishness in its raw self pitying, ‘poor me’ form. My only solution after advising is to disassociate myself. .. Or get stoned! 
But I’ve met more inspiring people: what’s magic? Their Aura, their drive, their insight, their intelligence. It’s a social ‘turn on.’ 
  
  Food: take away the media, the guilt, the preachers, the common sense. Hot pots, more greenery this year than last and avocados, water has replaced the majority of liquids. Still a way to go. But … Right direction changing habits. Dedication to the Gym membership is a must! My Xmas present from Ange antisocial exercise bike sits in front of the TV. I can shut the mad world out. Sweating in comfort.  

  
 I initially dreaded hitting 40. But you know what. It’s pretty good! Calmer in some ways. Busy, satisfying. As one evolves. You found the good friends one one hand. Maybe 2. The driftwood that has floated away for whatever reason. Happened. It takes 2 to tango. We are busy. Not an excuse. If people want to be in our lives. There is a requirement on their part to make an effort too. I’m quite happy having a ‘Facebook’ friendship from the comfort of my loo! There I schedule time in to update you all what I’m up to. 

  

 Unsubscribing is still a great tool on FB! I’m a tad rubbish after my busy day job and music, art, other things, personal life, sleep, shit, shaves, showers. Ange is the social one that organised things. Thank the power of Greyskull and Valhalla that our phones ‘joint diary.’ Now that technology is great! 

Next to do…. Continue what we are doing : Priorities: Health, Home business building, Music, buying house, California. More adventures in Clange = Law of attraction….. 
~ Claudine 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

Recovery, lurgy, brandy = Sorted! 

Recovery for me from the latest ‘winter lurgy’ is aided by numerous distractions. One the initial sore throat, congestion, aches, feeling outside myself occurs. The all night murmurs of night nurse sooth my sleep. Upon waking it’s just wrong. Dragging oneself to work, when the duvet would be my tomb and my healing womb. The cats my nurses. Sitting on my chest and tummy like the fluffy residue that has ejaculated during morning showers. Should be illegal. Sickness policies also punish and ensure guilt for the genuine. Today the irritating cough throat tickle has subsided. My sinuses of course are behind the times. They need to calm and embalm with fresh forests, springtime and sunshine. Oh how I miss the daylight. How I currently crave blue skies in what seems… An existence of a mole in the dark.
  

Every year I promise myself it’s going to be different. Even though health improvements have been initiated. I was struck with the lurgy lightening bolt. Wow… It’s tiresome! I lived. I live. The feeling of rebirth upon full recovery is rather astounding. Fresh and fanciful. After stayed death and rancid pools of snot and a subsidiary of phlegm.co.uk 
As all around are dropping like flies. Filling chairs in Doctors surgeries. Being told to drink water and take paracetamol by pharmacies. 

  
Hot real lemon and Manuka honey. Water. Green tea. Bananas. Apples. Multi vitamins and minerals. Avocados took me to the mellowing.   
Sometimes ones had that many viruses. It gets a little easier. 

Brandy made it better tonight. 

  

Silent Screams and Ego Effigies

As social media is so often used to vent not repent. With screaming ego dramas becomings effigies. Sculptures of madness in a darkness that is a new reckoning. Self pity and self worthlessness. The self centered, selfish me, me, me! Culture only subsides to the ‘like’ button or retweets. A quick fix of not actually making a point when existing in the virtual world.  Rant after rant has been unsubscribed as got very boring a long time ago. You control your destiny. Blaming others for failures.. or what I call ‘lessons’ and fate just becomes a vicious life cycle of negativity, that no one wants to wake up to or finish their day with. The relevance of this? If I meet people like you. I may nod my head to acknowledge my pretend listening to your murmurs – As thats what I hear them as. Thats about all. Others don’t appear on my newsfeed which is viewed occasionally while on the crapper.

I woke at 5am. With the morning wheat grass shot. I put on a meditation music playlist, I’ve compiled on Spotify HERE  Veggie Chilli in the slow cooker, eyes streaming after chopping some potent organic onions. With the addition of my special ingredients. Dinner will be lovely while watching the rugby with Ange shouting “Come on!” With some beers later.

In other news…With the toss of a coin. A decision was made. Application accepted which ultimately will decide ‘Should I stay or should I go? Do what everything is screaming at me to do!’ No regrets. Just a lot of hassle, stress and thankless efforts at the moment in the ‘normal life.’ The next month will be change of the uttermost goodness either way. A win, win. So with those ego Effigies left in the distance and not penetrating my inner sanctuary. Its all looking rather groovy. C U next Tuesday’sDSCN0317 I’m now gonna plug in and play with a flanger. I have good work to create. http://claudinewestmusic.com/

Don’t be my Valentine

During my single times. I was a lost and lonely pickle, a bit of a broken and insecure woppit. Limping from one mess to another. Valentines day only served to remind me of the fact no-one loved me. While friends and relatives made a point of it.   You know, the day when (mainly) the women you work with ‘surprisingly and very publicly’ receive flowers. Then act surprised.  Well.. shit would hit the fan if the other half forgot!  My years in retail saw many panicked blokes last minute shopping for said flowers and chocolate. Only to be many times questioned by wife as to how fat they looked. Then lying…. Today after over 5 years committed to my soul mate. We don’t celebrate Valentines Day. Love is every day!

This marketing frenzy occurs but once a year. New Kidlets conceived, as sex, cuddles and sensuality is allowed for one night only, except birthdays and Xmas, or when drunk. How many suffer loveless marriages and relationships craving it? Pretending and presenting is good huh?   I can only comment on being lucky at last.  A woman loving a woman. We don’t have kids and don’t want kids. We are entitled to live a life and actually are fulfilled without them. Contrary to what some would believe. The peacock ruffles its feathers and shows off the pretence of love. Momentarily happy, during a lifetime of discontent. What once was fresh and new, became a chore. To some became a waking nightmare.  It takes effort, conviction and true belief to ensure true happiness in life. Blaming others for your misery really is your choice. Convenience is easy. Material goods won’t give you the memories you truly realize too late on your deathbed.

You see true love doesn’t need to celebrate itself on set days. True love is special moments always. Without money being thrown at it. Love to me doesn’t cost money. Love is given without consequence to the love of life. Our whispers and private conversations are not to be blogged and written about by me. An especially sweet everythings that were spoken last night. Those moments travel like comets into the universe for all time. Sex, affection, connection is amazing when its meant to be. From someone who never thought anyone would love me. It all worked out fine. For that I am grateful every day.

True love is keeping the spark ignited. The passion embraced. True love is the shiver down your spine. The creeping up behind. The kiss that just gets better. The fart, the cough, the laughter. The petty arguments, the sharing of food over a romantic dinner (not on Valentines Day) The taking time to make an effort, to listen to each other, to respect each other, appreciating each other.  Sorting out problems before they destroy harmony. True love is knowing every day that your love lights you up. True love is the absolute unconditional fear that if your soul mate disappeared from your life. You would crumble to dust.

When that shining light surrounds your world together. Cherish it. Make every day special. Not just dictated one that ultimately is designed to make retailers and restaurants a shit load of money.

Then what does Ange go and do in my workplace?

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Have you ever been asked a question that you never, ever expected? There is the thing of being given sudden terrible news that shocks. But asked the question I got asked today. Ready… “Have you got glass in your glasses?” (should have gone to Specsavers.. I did!)

IMG_8971 Last time I checked my spectacles did have the needed lenses that help correct my short sightedness. I was torn for a moment of being extremely sarcastic, but chose to be professional. How mature am I? Maybe my new glasses cleaner is amazing? Why I would trot around with frames catching flies in my eyes is beyond me. When I was at school, a few of us went though the wearing John Lennon clear specs stage. The thrill of wearing prescription glasses kind of wore off after a while. Contact lenses, long days at a computer in hot environments leads to more spec wearing nowadays. Even thought I tend to fling off my double-glazing at the weekend and days out. So that was today. Nothing shocking in the strange life that presents itself on a daily basis.

Last night we spent the evening amongst a packed crowd at Nottingham’s Rock City (A venue I grew up in.. From the age of 15) throwing piss over each other. We watched the brilliant Mariachi El Bronx http://www.mariachielbronx.com/ (Mesmerised by their drummer) and Gorgol Bordello http://www.gogolbordello.com/ (Mesmerised by their accordion Player)

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The vintage aromas of beer farts were ‘heave’ inducing and have sickened my whole being. Identifying the perpetrator was impossible. As one point a woman behind me shouted “Jesus, It wasn’t me!”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xey-d7iwhn0 That makes my flesh crawl!

To top it off tonight. Pattie, one of our cats. Waits. Yes she waits. She has a habit of waiting until we get home from work. Well saving some. To offload her bowels into her litter tray. This then makes us cough and laugh at whoever has to bag it up. Is it normal for female pussies to play for hours outside to come back inside to poopy? She was a stray and quite special.

So I end 2014 with a catalogue of work I’m proud of musically. https://claudsville.wordpress.com/discography/

and my book! http://www.amazon.co.uk/Claudsville-Blogs-Biog-Bog-Woppit-ebook/dp/B00M5IR94K

With winter ends with me enjoying a few TV programmes: The Walking Dead, The Strain and The Fall. Two of those created nightmares, the other fantasy. Thanks G.A! The next few months bring more writing and recording. Continued work on my new book, which is fiction. Character development is new to me and quite exciting, as I enter their world. The Robin and San Francisco connection is intriguing. Live band work beckons with Subway Circus. CV updated and new job applications commencing January, as its time to evolve again. I haven’t worked my arse off to become stagnant and frustrated. One can’t create positive change and encourage evolution unless one is in a position to do so.

With Spring, new beginnings and the sunshine I crave. Ange and I have celebrated 6 years together in 2014. Our life is together feels like it’s new. I made her favourite Nipple pie yesterday.

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Along with a nice long hot bath and candles. Ooh look it not even Valentines Day either! It’s the little things…. Every day. 2014, I had a few wobbles, questioned my sanity, had to take time off to sort stresses. My PMT and mood has evolved due to challenging circumstances. So I wrote a new album about it. Documenting what happened and how one feels is liberating. “The Narcissist and the Inbetween” Is one of the truest pieces of work I’ve ever written, performed and recorded. Digital therapy! Recording meditation music is blissful. It’s recorded live as it has to be alive, so no computer cheats. It was also good time to revaluate my career. I’ve also closed a door. I’ve noticed and increase of selfish folks. Who have a very high self-important belief. Ego is not becoming. Being completely oblivious, as to how obnoxious you actually are. Ooh dear! What a palaver. Not in my world.

As the UK coughs and splutters, enjoys more bouts of D and V in the cold and darkness. My world of potential and creativity again lights up. Bring on a starry night and a beautiful dawn in 2015.

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Works 2014 Claudine West #claudsville

2014 has been a rather productive year. Eventful, traumatic, stressful circumstances,  inspirational gatherings. Synchronicity. Doors have closed, portals have opened.  Its shown me true colours of people, shallowness and selfishness. Wave surfers. Who will continue to achieve nothingness and take all the credit for it too. Enjoy that! Its allowed me to relax with my kind of people. Meet new kind and wonderful souls. My key word is #likeminded  It’s shown me that a lot of folk need encouragement and help. Its also shown me that I don’t require the bad ones in my life or proximity.  What’s been laid to rest is inactivity. I’ve always been driven to create and unleash what becomes. Making the most of time on this planet has been satisfying to say the least. Who know how much longer I have left. I hope its many years. There, through the course of things has had to be changes made. To better my well being in body, minds and spirit. Lots more of continued effort in 2015.

So here is a list and links of this year. It wasn’t easy. Yes I turned the TV off. Did not party hard and lay wrecked and dormant every weekend. I worked and produced a body of work I’m proud of. Its not stagnant, what some perceive to be ‘perfect.’ What it is a very alive embodiment of me, what I am and what I do. Having words channel through oneself is a thrilling and hypnotic experience. I’ve found a great joy in writing. 2015 will produce a new book of fiction under a pen name.  Thanks to friends for planting a great idea for it. It evolves each time I sit in our healing room. I’ve got 2 new meditation/ collaboration  releases in the pipeline.  So part time day job is on the list! ;-0

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Enjoy, learn, listen.

Solo album: The Narcissist and the Inbetween.

I’ve a few personal favourites ‘Exceptional Believers’  ‘Exit of the Crush’ Writing and recording this has been rather fabulous therapy. #demons

Then there is of course my book. What can I say? Read it.

  Number 1 ebook bestseller : Claudsville Blogs and Biog of a Bog Woppit

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Then I began adventures in meditation music recording a 3 track Guided Meditation CD with an amazing tutor and insightful soul, Sally Wathen at Rainbow Bridge  I can only highly recommend her if you need to sort your shit out!

Ange, my wife and I then ventured into our ‘ Meditation Chronicles ‘ Along with Ange running courses, me providing the soundtrack to them. You can listen to and  purchase on most digital stores including Spotify, Amazon and iTunes.

Listen: Meditation Chronicles

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So with a few new paintings. I’m rather chuffed.

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From Rage to Change. Shopping Solutions

It’s that time of year when the dark mornings and dark nights make me feel rather domesticated and a little down. In reality; I’m spending it writing the next book and recording 2 more meditation albums so the sun shines all year round!
To make our life easier and time manage around the full time jobs. I’m not spending it with the general public any more than I have to… I can assure you of that!
I got to the point of meltdown after working 18 years in retail. Customer Zombie Shopocalypse.. The moaning, oh the moaning! Dirty looks, aisle rage. People standing talking, blocking aisles. People getting in my way. Smelly folk, defecation, kids screaming… the Saturday midday rush when everyone and their horse came in in cause chaos queues. ( I’d go for my lunch break .. Conveniently ) Oh it’s all in my ebook.. Claudsville Blogs and Biog of a Bog Woppit. It came to the point where I decided my time away from work was not going to be spent amongst this nightmare.
Occasionally, we do make the mistake and swiftly realise that. Stress on Saturday lunchtimes in a rammed supermarket is hellish and drives my blood pressure to blowing the choo choo danger! Time yourself how long you spend shopping. What would you rather be doing?
The answer and the future. Is internet shopping for us. We have embraced in in our home. If we arrange a delivery for between 8 and 10pm. We can sometimes get it for as little as £1. Bargain. We can control budgets, avoid impulse buying and compare prices.
After checking the ‘mysupermarket’ app for the best price on out cat food sachets, bulk, frozen, tinned, tampons, bog roll, laundry, deodorants and the rest. All get picked for us. We don’t order fresh as like to go local and pick ourselves. That is our only shopping excursion.
It’s Asda all the way with a hint of Morrison’s and occasionally Sainsbury’s (If we are feeling rich)
Lidl is the place to go for us. It has some right good bits in it. It saves us shed loads of money compared to the ‘big supermarkets.’ (Watch out, your greediness will be your downfall!) Aldi is opening shops all over the place near us so they will be tried too. I’ve seen a marked increase of customers buying brands different to the ‘name brands of old.’ I’m no longer a label snob. I buy and try new products. Being more health conscious than ever nowadays. ‘Fat bitch treats’ are great.. In small doses. A weekend of fruit, homemade bread, soups and lots of water and tea makes us feel a hell of a lot better than, kebabs and festive gateaux. Its slow cooker time now too.. Easy life! We don’t spend on booze as rarely drink. We got to an age where addictions and hangovers did not serve our existence well.
Amazon and eBay serve everything else, from my guitar strings, to vitamins to just about everything else. The car boot serves as a fun Sunday am Junk snoop.
As society evolves, I do hope the future gets all ‘Star Treky’ and with the push of a button drinks and dinner are served. But then there is the satisfaction of making things from scratch and living a simple existence. Mark my words… Self service started it. Don’t expect cashiers and queues to be around for too much longer. Behold the revolution. Embrace or stress yourselves with rage.
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The Living Evolution

When opportunity knocks at our door. We open and walk through. I’m extremely grateful of this one. Thank you! Three days in a cabin in Cenarth, west Wales, playing old vinyl records, drinking lots of tea, a drop of red and no phone or internet signal, has been a blast. Half hermits. A 7 hour drive, thankful I bought bog roll, shits and giggles, spiders, screams, spitting drinks out laughing, Spaced, Simon and Garfunkel and I never thought I would… Frank Sinatra on vinyl was rather relaxing! (Veronica – you were right!) Tubular Bells for the first time fully (howling? What was that?)
Watch a mini document of it HERE

Poppit Sands were nippy but pure and adorable, warm in my coat flying a kite with Jo and Ange, paddling. Followed by a stunner of a day in the sunshine on Tenby beach has refreshed the soul. Visiting family in Abertillery too made this trip very special. I always feel I’m ‘coming home’ when we spend time in Wales. The need to buy a cabin and disappear grows greater. Surrounded by trees that are about to turn into the amber and reds of autumn is mesmerizing. Cabin Ishbel is a dream to stay in. Writing and recording music there is a must!
Had we have taken our cozzies, i’d have been swimming in the sea on an unusually hot day, at the end of September! The golden sands are enough to tip the “let’s really move here” opinion of Clange. The sea air and sand in my crocs was the world I wanted. The dark long nights come. Buy more incentive to succeed beyond the present motivates unrelenting commitment to ones talents. I’m grateful for this time spent. Relaxed and reenergized is a good state to be. The boat and cabin means a little more workload in the meantime 😉 I’ll never settle for a reality that I live in unless it’s beautiful and inspirational. Living evolution of life means exploration and realization. Filling my life with the positives and disregarding wasted energy on negatives is extremely healthy. Each time I gaze upon a sky my zen lingers a little closer for longer. IMG_8210.JPG

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The Oak Forest Archway Adventure

The more I walk through the city, the more I want out. We’ve been spending more time in the countryside. A needed break after 6 months of solid work: Busy day job, book finishing, writing and recording 2 meditation releases as well as solo work. Feels fantastic. Break needed. Which lead to a camping weekend. Wood gathering, fire building, lentils and hotdogs. (not in the same meal) Put it this way, my guts have been cleared. Mead and merriment. Lots of cooking, ceremony and community.

We were introduced to a blissful little spot by a river that will be a great swimming and picnic place next summer. It was so good to be in the company of genuinely like-minded folk. Oooh quick flashback rewind to spent years on the outskirts of what I thought were real friendships at the time. Moving on. I’ve said many times before. Being a hermit in a cabin is a carrot dangled I’d happily consume.

So as Ange and I bitch fitted and bickered setting up our tent and camp. There was a lesson somewhere about teamwork we still need to learn! The lighting the storm kettle many rows. Especially at 06.30am, I’m sure were heard by more then the owls and 6 cockerels that decided to “doodle doo” for, lets be honest. Dawn until dusk. But a very nice man, Gordon with his hammock tent taught us some good survival and fire lighting tips.

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We were kept company by resident Alsatian, Max. A lovely dog. He guarded our tent. He also enjoyed his sausages and fuss.

Our brand new blow up double airbed disfigured itself on the first night. It went band, but didn’t deflate. It turned into a blow up slide as had popped up in the middle. On its return to Argos, we exchanged it for a slow cooker and hand blender for our winter cooking. I’ll be going for army surplus camping beds next. Ange and I have agreed that the kingside memory foam mattress experience at home cannot be replicated roughing it. This wonderful place in Sherwood Forest (Archway House) is pitch black at night, apart from the moon and stars. The oak forest and land is magical and beautiful, we drank well water and so much tea. The fresh air was purifying. Re a night time ‘waz’ fest. After temporarily losing our ‘she wee.’ Sore from lots of bending and gathering, I still am but pain it’s apparently good for you, when getting oneself into shape. We’d given up trying to crouch by the tent in the dark to wee. Arse mooning back at the moon. I just sat on the floor in the end. Upon showering the next morn. I picked off quite a few leaves from my behind. If anything fell out of my orifices. I’m pleased I didn’t see it and scream!

We went for a long walk the first morning in the woods. Dense thickets, spiders, webs! Oh the webs! We found it great couples therapy, tea flask and talking and exploring, collecting fallen kindling.

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Losing oneself in nature is really rediscovering oneself. I had got myself into a ‘back of my mind’ state that a tick would latch on to my bare legs and Lyme disease would follow. Spiders would jump from trees with web parachutes. I managed to law of attract the spider part later. As sitting at my desk in my office yesterday. I moved my workbag, under it, right next to my foot. I discovered a stunned huge 8 legged beastie. A ‘flid’ and people panic evacuation from immediate area later. I was saved my brave colleagues who collected it and set it free out of the window. I can only imagine the possibility of it has actually crawled in my bag on the wards and I’ve been transporting it about. We have more travels booked elsewhere soon. My regime of turmeric capsules. Then my swamp like ‘down it on one’ drink comprising of aloe vera juice, chia seeds, wheat germ, wheatgrass is kicking in. It’s completely vile. But does make me feel good.

I’m at that time in my life now where I enjoy feeling good. I need to really look after myself now. When I do see the addicts of substance whose downward spiral is saddening. It makes me feel glad I stopped. I had a life lesson shown me yesterday. I got on my usual early bus to work. I’ve started using big can headphones so I really don’t have to hear people on my travels. The early bus contains the night shift workers. The smell of over ripe bananas, McDonalds, fags and body odour is gag worthy. I overheard one of the passengers showing off in front of his pals taking the piss out of me about my headphones. (thinking I couldn’t hear) I chose to ignore. If it happens again though, I’ll go sit next to the show off twat! I thought, yet again I’m a target. I want to blend in and not be seen in public. A bit miffed I continued my day. Upon my return home. I noticed a man in front of me at the bus stop. He turned towards me. He had a face full of purple growths and deformity. I didn’t stare. I could see people in the street, quickly glance then look away in horror. I took a lesson from that. I will continue to wear my headphones.

I’ve now joined ‘Good Reads’ and am determined to read all of the books I own and new  photo 2  photo 4 photo 5 photo 2 photo 3 photo 4ones. I have more time available during the dark nights of autumn and winter. I have begun work on a fictional book too. No pressure this time. It will flow when it comes.   I’m readying for our next adventure…..

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