I HAVE PUT OUT OUR CRYSTAL CHRISTMAS TREE AND BOUGHT A BOX OF SILVER DECORATED TABLE CHRISTMAS CRACKERS. -

SHE INSISTED THIS WAS AN UGLY WOMAN.

JERSEY PUBLICATIONS FOR SEPTEMBER 2017

SCHOOL PLAY.

OUR BEDROOM AT MAISON DE LANDIS.

I AM IN BED TODAY MY NOSE WON'T STOP DRIPPING WATER.

ROSIE CUT MY HAIR, IT IS VERY SHORT I DONT LOOK LIKE ME ANY MORE.

THE LAST TWO DAYS WE HAVE BEEN CLEARING OUT THE LOFT SPACE UPSTAIRS IN OUR HOME. GETTING RID OF THE ESSENTS OF LURKING FAMILY GHOSTS .

I HAVE A PERSISTANT DEEP CHESTY COUGH, IT HAS BEEN ANNOYING ME SINCE DECEMBER 2016. I AM NOT A PERSON TO BOTHER A DOCTOR BUT NOW I CAN'T BRING MYSELF TO GO ALONG.

IT IS TIME FOR ME TO VISIT THE DOCTOR'S OFFICE.

BEAUTIFUL NEW BABY BOY. JACOB AT SEVEN WEEKS OLD.

BEAUTIFUL NEW BABY BOY,THANK YOU JESUS.

THIS YEAR 2017 IS HALFWAY THROUGH.

CERAMIC SCULPTURE BY RAYES ANGELS JULY 20017

EYE CAN SUMMER FETE DAY.

MY FAMILY CELEBRATING JOANS SPECIAL CHURCH SERVICE.

ENJOYING THE SUN AND SEASIDE HERE AT HOME.

THE SUMMER SUNSHINE IS BEAUTIFUL.

RED ROSES CLIMBING UP OUR GARDEN FENCE.

NOVEL'S BY ELIZABETH GOUDGE ARE A POSITIVE DELIGHT BUT THEY ARE VERY HARD TO COME BY. I AM READING THE LITTLE WHITE HORSE, IT IS MAGICAL AND SO VERY YOU UPLIFTING, I AM LOVING EVERY MOMENT OF MY BED TIME READING AT PRESENT.

DON'T JUDGE A PERSON BY HIS OR HER FAMILY AND RELATIONS... CAIN BELONGED TO A "GOOD" FAMILY....

JESUS LIVES FOR EVER.

LET US BLESS THE LORD JESUS TOGETHER. HE IS MY SALVATION.

JOAN HELEN WASON PODGER BIRTHDAY TODAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST MUMMY.

BARBARA ERSKINE ROMANTICALLY SPOOKY NOVELS ARE GREATLY TO READ ON HOLIDAY.

THE BIG MAN IS ROASTING A LEG OF LAMB FOR OUR DINNER THIS EVENING

EPSON SALTS MAKE A GREAT DETOXIFICATION BATH. PUT THREE CUP, s OF THE SALTS INTO RUNNING BATH WATER, HALF A CUP OF BLEACH THEN SIT BACK AND RELAX FOR AN HOUR.

JESUS IS THE ONLY PERSON WHO KNOWS ME INSIDE AND OUT BECAUSE HE CREATED ME WITH EVERY LOVING THOUGHT AND PLAN FOR MY LIFE.

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We NEED TO GET OUTSIDE AND BREATHLESS IN FRESH AIR BUT IT IS SO COLD OUTSIDE.

LOOKING FORWARD TO HEAVEN.

I long for the warmth of SPRING.

THIS IS A POEM A MYSTICAL MOTHER WROTE ABOUT HER FEELING TOWARDS HER UNBORN BABY. THAT TURNED OUT TO BE ME WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1946.

We Love. JESUS CHrist IN OUR HOUSE.

EDWARD HARRY THE SELF TAUGHT FINE ARTIST IS 82 ON SATURDAY.

WE ARE READY TO MOVE HOUSE IN THE LORD'S JESUS'S TIME.

WE ARE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR A BUNGALOW TO MOVE HOUSE THIS YEAR. BUT IT MUST BE ON BUS Route.