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Well, I don’t mind admitting that I was totally gobsmacked when the judge found in favour of the drainage man today. It took a long time and a lot of questions but in the end he decided that I owed for most of the work carried out. Prior to going to court I had handed over the whole case to divine intellengce/the universe/God and made my mind up that I would go with whatever the judgement was so long as I did not compromise my integrity or my authentic self.

The final judgement including costs and interest came to just over £4700. If I’d been willing to compromise prior to the judgement the drainage man was asking for half that figure. This may seem strange to say but I will feel more comfortable paying what I’m told I have to pay because I still do not believe I owed him any more than a fraction of that. To have agreed to a compromise would have been doing things for expediency and in the end I had to do what was right – so that I am able to look myself in the mirror and know that I have remained authentic.

I have been in this position before when things have not gone as I expected them to – when I have known an injustice to have been done. On all occasions there has either a) been an unseen reason which has worked to my advantage later on or b) the person has not benefited from the injustice. I am aware enough to know that one of these will become evident in time. In the meantime I’ll just carry on enjoying life without any regrets.

Yesterday’s date 10/01/10 Today 11/01/10. Binary numbers rule. Just getting settled into the year, trying to loose the extra pounds hanging around since Christmas – especially as I’ve found a new bellydance class. Trying to slow things down a bit and reconnect with friends. The snow is certainly helping with the slowing down. Amazing how clean and fresh everything looks, how cleansed every street corner is. When nature takes control we are humbled.

A nice bottle of Chablis an Hootanany. Bliss

Wonder what’s in store for us all. I’m going to set some goals and make some resolutions. I’ve got my website back so that’s a good sign.

Can’t belive I did so much before Christmas and still managed to have a super day. Meal with tenants was a reaal hoot. I cooked curry goat, chicken, snapper fish, rice, fried dumplins, plantains. Tenants (7 0f them brought drink and the karaoke machine ‘singstar’.) Plus me and Andrew. The night surpassed our expectations – and I was knackered but happy.

The health farm – Mottershall Oaks near Stone in Staffordshire – is just what the doctor would have ordered (if i’d gone to the doctor). I slept for 9 hours a night in the beautiful suite, slept some more in the chill out room (amazing blackout blinds), got massaged by bubbles, and put on two pounds from the scrumptious food in their award winning restaurant. Had to ask for smaller portions or it would have been 5 pounds. My only disappointment were the treatments. Unimpressed with the ‘dry float’ and the 25 minute massage – inexperienced therapists. And the layout of the building left a little to be desired – no fun walking through the sweaty gym to get to the dining room. But the manicure was fab.

One brillinat thing was that I had loads of space in the suite to practice my dance – which I performed on the 18th. Managed to get a costume before I left from Mottershall. Made a couple of errors at the beginning but when I watched the recording afterwards did not cringe. Some of the other dancers said they really liked it and one suggested I should add it to my repertoire and perform it again. Hopefull by then I will have perfected it. For now I am happy enough with the performance.

Christmas was quiet and relaxed. The boys all made it. We ate, drank, laughed, was happy to just be together and played charades till after midnight. And so only 2 more days to the end of the year. What an eventful one its been.

I’m listening to my body and taking a break. Going for a few days to a health farm for a bit of R&R and a little bit of pampering. Don’t know how it happened but having decided that I was way too far behind to even consider performing at the bellydance Hafla on the 18th – after a lesson yesterday I found myself thinking that maybe…with about 10 hours practice…I could just about master the locked undulations, the bellypops and the final part of the choreography….maybe I could get a costume together in time….maybe? I must be mad. Will see how I feel when I get back.

Haven’t done anything for Christmas yet – apart from cooking meal for all tennants on Friday night – from both houses. Should be interesting.

Life continues at breakneck speed. Cancelled my bellydance lesson this week and no practice whatsoever. Will be going this week though. I’m desparate for a holiday.

Ever felt like your life is spiralling out of control? Things have been so hectic sometimes I don’t know if I’m coming or going. It really does feel like a blur. I stayed in bed till midday today, got up and went out for a birthday lunch with Andrew’s dad. Not great health wise that my first drink of the day is a glass of medium sweet German white. If they thought I wasn’t my normal perky self they didn’t say. They did however offer to look after things for us for a while if we wanted to take a holiday.

What’s keeping me so occupied? Dealing with property and tennants. I wish I could say it was my writing or my bellydance but alas they are getting pushed to the margins. Still doing both but not spending nearly as much time on them as I’d like. I took part in a reading at the United Reform Church in Sutton Coldfield on Rememberance Day. The emphasis was on uplifting poems so took along my favourite one of Maya Angelou ‘Still I Rise’ and was suitably uplifted by it and all the others read. I declined the performance at ‘The Public’ on the 13th. I just did not have the energy and we had tickets for The Kegworth Players performance of Sue Townsend’s ‘Groping for Words’ the following night. It was good for an amdram production. The village hall was packed out cafe style. The wine flowed as easily as the laughter and a good time was had by all. Would you credit it that I found myself agreeing to go along to their next meeting on the first Tuesday of next month?

It just feel like I’m lurching from one thing to the other with not much time to savour any of them. Hopefully this will change when all the houses are done.

Writing still going well. New poem today plus another verse in my dad’s one. After 2 weeks of practicing wrist movements the teacher said I’d been doing it wrong – need to focus more on wrists – not hands. I nearly cried. Good bits – ballet arm positions doing very well. As a result of so much remdial work no more was added to the choreography. SOB! SOB! Will be a miracle it I’ve mastered this dance in time for the Hafla.