Elderly Brexiters Have Sold Us Down the River


Utterly fed up with the crowing Brexiters. What a mess. Hate crime up, the pound down, businesses in turmoil, and virtually no government going on here in the UK.

What’s worse is that my mum is here looking after me ‘cos I am having the relapse from h**l and she is making a huge difference and I am really, really grateful – BUT she voted for Britain to leave the European Union. I think she feels guilty though. She admitted that she and her generation are hankering after the Britain of the 1950s, but she knows deep down that this will never happen and that the world has changed too much for that.

Old people, Daily Express readers like my mum, have totally sold younger generations down the river -and they won’t even be around to see the mess they have landed us in! I feel sorry for the young, educated, passionate people. They are understandably bitter.

And even worse, nearly all the people I know at church, barr Pastor 3 and another leading light in the church town, were I gather, on the Brexit side. .

This, along with the fact that most of them are Tories plus some of their beliefs is making me seriously consider leaving this church. As it happens I am confined to quarters and will be for some long time. I will sped the time thinking about what to do and where to go if I ever get out of this relapse. old-people-funny-t-shirts-18__605


Heartbreak Hotel, Still.


ijust had to go and meet my ex as i am having a relapse, nasty, and needed to hand our shared care duty over to him. He came down from Scotland specially.

I am wobbly physically and emotionally and I didn’t realise that letting go of the former marital home would knock me out. Another level of loss.

I can hardly look at my ex. Not through hatred but through love lost.

It’s been years now but the losses continue. Never, never would I have chosen to separate , even with all the rubbish we doled out to each other. And there was a lot of crap. But I would never have walked away. I am incredibly sad. He’s remarried and seemingly happy. Me, I am left dealing with the aftermath even now. Sometimes feel I will never get over this. It’s like a boulder I carry around with me.

Hopefully, celebrate recovery will help me move on. He doesn’t know any of this and I can’t tell him. It wouldn’t be fair. I don’t love him. I just miss him all the time. I can’t talk to my friends about this cos they just want you to move on. Understandable.

Deja Vu



Think: remembering the main points
• Déjà vu – 1 Samuel 26
• Don’t take moral shortcuts: 7-11
• Don’t treat people as God: 12-16

Talk: questions that stimulate application
• Although it goes against the saying – what words have ‘broken your bones’?
• What are the available options of dealing with criticism and conflict?
• Can you think of possible moral shortcuts as revenge to those who hurt us?
• Does not executing revenge mean that we should become silent victims?
• Why did David react as he did – vertical & horizontal factors?
• How can Jesus’ reactions inspire & empower me too?

Task: actions speak louder than words
• Read together (discussion leaders – you might want to print this out beforehand) Colossians 3:12-15 and discuss how you can apply this in your own small group context.
• Take some time to read quietly and individually…

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Sweet Memories of My Friend Who Died Saturday


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My friend PJ died on Saturday. She was friend, neighbour and some time client – and I was her client too. She was a nurse, a high flying one, and a holistic therapist. Hugely talented.

I thought a lot of her. Admired her. Envied her. She had the family I would have longed to be part of, a great job, great friends, smashing kids and a brilliant husband.

I’d listen open-mouthed as I heard about all the energy she’d expended – over the weekend, say. I could only dream of being that well. I don’t mean she was flighty or an adrenaline addict, no! She just had a zest for life and a lot of stamina.

Her youngest daughter was the very first person who spoke to me when I moved into that leafy, middle-class street 16+years ago with my now erstwhile husband. The daughter invited me into her house to a benefit for the Tanzanian tiger! I bought a fairy cake. I recall that, PJ, the woman who later became my friend, was sitting at the dining room table chatting while lots of well turned-out children did their best for our big cat friends. It’s a nice memory.

Although I knew her for 16 years she knew me better than I knew her. Most times it was me seeing her for treatment and there was a good measure of counselling/listening involved on her part. She understood about boundaries and professionalism.

I was also lucky enough to be a guinea pig when she was studying aromatherapy. Her massages, in her fantastic, elevated summer house, were awesome. When I had to go into hospital for surgery in 2013 PJ made up an aromatherapy stick for me to calm my nerves. It comprised rose oil and frankincense. Still got it and it still smells divine!

She helped me no end: when I was undergoing some awful stress related to my ex’s family, (2009) and during our break-up, (2011) and after that too. Her generosity was much appreciated. Incidentally, her acupuncture treatments were one of the few things that truly helped me out of all those I’ve tried.

The last time I saw her was Autumn 2015. She had moved away by this time to the North but she was back in the city to meet friends for lunch. I kept bumping into them and she was really giggly from lunchtime wine and lively chatter. She looked as glowing as ever and very happy.

Just weeks later she was diagnosed with cancer. It was aggressive and unrelenting. She died around 7 months after diagnosis.Within the last two days her eldest daughter has raised over £1,310 via http://www.justgiving.com for Hospice at Home.

I’m heartbroken for PJ, her family and close friends. As a Christian I don’t know what to make of it. I can pray for them.

I’ll always remember PJ. At 52 she really is gone too soon.