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Oh Lord I’m writing again. Wrote another verse of my Dad’s poem. I feel like I’m getting to know him in a way I’d never imagined. This may sound wierd but when I write I feel he’s telling me what it was like for him. (Could be just an over active imagination – even so I’m glad it’s back). Been reading more of Lobo’s poetry – WOW.

And the belly dance? Got in a good half an hour’s practice today. Yes I remember the routine but I’m still woefully inadequate in the execution of the moves. Still, I’ll have a chance to display them tomorrow to the teacher. She may well wonder what I’ve been doing for the last two week.

Just had a previous resident of my house in B’ham pull up outside the house while I was seeing off the French guy who had come for some help with his psychology assignment. He said he used to live here as a child, moved in 1991. His family moved while he was away at boarding school and he’s never been back inside – driven past a few times. The place held very happy memories for him. I invited him in – he was almost in tears as he explained he’d just been to see his mom’s grave and what special memories this house had for him. Used to be five siblings (4 boys and a girl) plus parents. He’s a nurse now at QE hospital but a bit of a rebel in his younger days – hence the boarding school. Told me there used to be a pear tree at the bottom of the garden with a tree house which was his den. Then he kissed my hand, thanked me, gave me a hug and left. How random is that.

Didn’t make it to ‘The Public’ performances tonight. Too hectic a day and I’m chairing the Writers Without Borders meeting tomorrow morning – plus going to the South African poets performances at the Drum in the night.

Met one of my neighbours carer as he was leaving tonight. Got chatting to him – he’s doing an access course in health and social care, has an assignment he’s struggling with, asked me if I knew anything about psychology and lo and behold I’ve ended up helping him with his assignment via email tonight. As if I didn’t have enough on my plate.

He said I was sent by God – maybe I was jsut in bvthe wrong place at the wrong time. That’ll teach me to keep my big mouth shut.

Got a letter from the court today – the new hearing has been set for 22 January next year. It will be a relief not to have to think about it before or over Christmas.

Did some bellydance practice today and was surprised at how much the muscles are remembering. I can coordinate both floreos arms (even if I have to count 1-2-3-4 over and over again. Pretty pleased with myself. Got some lovely comments from a friend who watched the wedding performance on YOUTUBE. Its encouraging me to keep going.

Back in the property and coaching saddle today – hit the ground running after being kept awake till 1 a.m. by a student Haloween party in Kegworth. Who would have thought it! I had to go back to Brum to get some sleep. Did you know that the police no longer have powers to go in and ask noisy neighbours to quieten down – apparently it is now the responsibility of the Local Authority who don’t have a 24 hour service and wait till it becomes repetitive before taking action. Fortunately the students were very co-operative when I went and asked them to turn down their music. They were very apologitic and responded quickly. Some interesting Haloween costumes!!

I’ve had to take a couple of days out for R&R. The need became evident when I forgot a lunch date with a friend on Monday. I was in Leamington buying furniture at the time I should have been enjoying a three course lunch (had a sandwich from a garage that day-a poor substitute).

Had to hand deliver the court papers on Monday as the post office couldn’t even guarantee the Special Delivery service due to the strikes. I took my coach’s advice and actually enjoyed putting the stuff together. It was like a well presented report by the end and I was very pleased with it. Took me back to the days when I did reports on a regular basis.

Spent most of yesterday catching up on social phone calls, reading and sleeping. Today I went to the gym and had the most devine massage. After a leisurely pot of Earl Grey and a muffin I followed the Sutton Bonninton footpath for a while. It was an incredibly lovely autumn afternoon but I set out too late to make it all the way to Sutton Bonnington. A long boat owner told me about ‘Deep Lock’ and thr history behind it.

All this meant that I didn’t make it to my belly dance class this week. Teacher said to keep practicing the floreos and ballet arms. I feel I’m getting them a bit better now as I naturally hold the ballet arms as I take up the dance position.

A couple of opportunities for poetry performance coming up; this Friday at the ‘Public’ in West Bromwich and again on the 13th Nov. Also going to see a group of South African poets at the Drum on Saturday night. Looked at the BBC My Story site last night – still thinking of a story to write. But I have decided to write one.

Its a juggle between property and performing at the moment and property is definitely winning.

I no longer have any teenagers. Youngest son turned 20 on Thursday and I wasn’t invited to his drink in. Complaining to son number 1 he asked ‘would you have gone if you’d been invited’ ‘No I said but it would have been nice to be given the option to refuse’ ‘I guess he couldn’t risk the fact that you might have accepted’. So the end of another era. All sons now in their 20s and I don’t feel more than 25 myself.

Another discussion tonight with one of the housemates reminded me that I am responsible for what happens in my life – that I attract people and situations for the lessons that I need/want to learn. So John, thank you for being in my life, for helping to teach me patience, persistence, and putting it in writing. Complaining to my coach about the inconvenience of having to sort out the court papers he simply said – and what is your learning? What if you were to view this situation differently. What if you were able to relax into it and simply observe the process with curiosity. Then it is not a chore but an opportunity to wonder, to marvel and to learn. I was reminded why I pay this man.

Apparently Neale Donald Walsh has a new book out for children that explain in simple language and concept the interconnectedness of us all. Didn’t even know he wrote children’s books but it sounded good. Must have a look.

Have been trying social networking – reactivated my Facebook account to find several requests for friendship – have now accepted them all. Not quite sure how to send them messages though.