A quoi je pense??

I was musing of chocolate marshmallows last night actually. Wondering whether you could dip them in chocolate the way you can strawbs… And Yay, I don’t see why not!! I think it would only require that the chocolate be as close to cooling point as poss so it doesn’t melt the gelatine. I like the idea. Have nice chocolate and may attempt it tomorrow. I’ll report back.

It didn’t actually take that long to whisk. Well the original attempt di because Guy decided he’d do it old stylee with a hand whisk. When we repaired it I got the blender out!! Whisk attachment on it does wonders and set on 5, well… it’s a sinch!

I think the reason we buy it is twofold:
time
ignorance

Indeed, we don’t think we have the time and we don’t take the time. I work part-time for the principal reason that it enables me to make the time to do mad stuff like make marshmallow and doss with my friends as well as work, eat and sleep. And ocasionally I even tidy the house
Organic Life had an article in it about how we should take our time more. I think most people who end up stressed and have breakdowns related to pressure and stress would fare much better if they took their time and made a point to stop and sniff the flowers as they walk along. Somietimes we need to get off the beaten track to find flowers. If most of us look around we will find that there are enormous amounts of flowers to be found on ther beaten track, before the added effort of walks in parks rather than simply to the corner shop. Going for a walk or taking time to kick off my shoes seems a beautiful price to pay for keeping big-time at bay…

And ignorance? Well… Until I had a go I had no idea how easy and fun it could be to make marshmallow myself and how yummy it would be to boot. Ate loads more today and I’m still totally amazed by how nice it is. I think the other thing our stressy society does is lie to us about how little time we would truly loose if we made more stuff ourselves. I mean, "I really want to pay the price of that expensive ready-meal instead of cooking up a mini-storm with friends or family around!!!" The only thing I do want to moan about is the washing up. I like the occasional ready-meal. They’re handy and there are times when it’s nice to sit back and not cook. But I hate the excessive packaging, I mistrust the ingredients and preparation and I usually end up making an accompaniement anyway, so why not just make the whole thing in the first place… And the homemade one usually is so much nicer! My roast chicken the other day is a case in point! If I, with 3-4 roasts experience behind me, can do better by far than the machines in Morrisson supermarkets, then why on earth don’t I bother more often!?!

I meant to write a thank you card to the neighbours for their impromptu hospitality and forgot again.

Watched Robotz this evening. COOL COOL film!

Ah!! essential piece of news which I forgot!!
Danny came out of hospital on Tuesday
He’s back in his little flat.
Awaiting feedback from him or dad, depending whom I speak to 1st.
It’s good!
Please pray for his protection. Some of you know what he’s up against. Big time prayers please, lots of them and more. He may have detoxed while in hospital but out in the real world the road is slippery and treacherous. Protection, peace, freedom, TRUE life and hope.
Ppppplease
In the mighty Name of Jesus!

I rang Ian yesterday to tell him I won’t be on the team this weekend. It nearly broke my heart.
He kept saying not to worry and it’d be fine and I just wanted to cry. THose of you who don’t know Ian are missing out. He’s a star! And the rest of the crew whom I’m letting down, well, they shine brightly too. And I hate that I’m letting down mates like them. Team…
I’m at work tomorrow 1500 after days off with which I’ve not been able to do anything because of a team meeting that didn’t take place and other obligations. It stinks to have 5 days off to no avail and have to work 2 of the 3 days I wanted to get away!! I can’t let it it go right now. I need to. I need to or I’m going to verbally bite the kids at work out of spite or something. RRRRRh! Please Daddy help me let go of this… grudge, regret, frustration and whatever else is tied up in it. Please? Thank you for looking out for me. Amen

Marshmallow is awesome!!
On Sat eve Guy and Rach and I tried to make marshmallow and got it nearly right except amidst confusion about tablespoons we put a whole measure of gelatine into the half recipy we were making… So it gooped and we left it until we had time to fix it.
It’s been fixed.
It’s cooled and set.
It’s now been powdered with homemade icing sugar (viva the coffee grinder!!).
It’s tried and tested and found excellently yummy and better than any other marshmallow I’ve ever tasted in my life!!!
I’m not exagerating.
I love the texture: more fluffy than usual (I did beat it for what seemed half a century)
I love the taste: unrefined organic sugar and fresh vanilla from a pod.
I love the feel: puffy and kinda squashy.
I love the colour: very slight cream.
Right now I don’t understand why people ever buy it from shops because it simply does not compare, packets don’t have a patch on this.
Guy and I agreed, as I cut it into pieces and he dusted it in icing sugar, that it tasted truly amazing.
Homemade is officially best!!!

The lady at the till asked me today whether the organic milk I was buying tasted any different and was worth it. I told her that it tastes more like the milk we used to get fresh and unpasturised from the farm when I was a kid and that yes it was worth it.
I dislike the idea of something being homogenised specially milk.
It reminds me the way smash is a processed and powdered version of mashed potato and I think that’s why I prefer real mashed potato and I like it best a bit rough, mostly mashed but not pulverised…
It’s nice blended if it’s got carrots mixed in though.

Veg box arrives in the morning. This week it includes a pineapple. And I’ve asked for a new crate of apple juice cos it’s so nice. Guy has a wakeup glass of juice if I’m home to sort it for him. Therefore recently he’s been taking his med with apple juice (or any other juice I’ve found).
I’m going to write to Innocent and PJ and ask for more citrus free smoothies. Pineapple and apple have enough anti-oxidant in them that there should be no need to put orange juice in everything. I think pomegranate has too.

I have another ‘ode to a friend’ to sing!!
I had a pretty rum day yesterday and was pretty much done by the time I decided I was going to walk to Blockbuster and take dvd back. So with cash from Guy to buy dvd of Madagascar and possibly some others if there were good ones, I set out. Having turned back to fetch the late dvd I needed to return and meandered to the main road I got a call. My night in shining armour for the day offered me a lift and picked me up shortly after, mooched round Blockbuster while I tried to pick some dvds and once all was done and we climbed in the valiant red car he mentioned food. I’d clean forgotten the stuff…. So off we go, on a mission, to the only decent place open by that time and find grub. Well masterchef made us a meal fit for kings and a queen. He and Guy wiped their plate clean and I nearly did (eyes bigger than beely, I’m sorry to say).
Needless to say, we chatted on our travels. It was really good catching up…
God knows I needed it all: chat, food and out time.
Totally appointed! It was. Without a shadow of a doubt.
And then today I get a text message from said hero saying ‘thank you for the food. It was nice catching up’

Crackers!!!

Roooo, you’re a hero! You were promoted from star to knight in shining armour the moment you rang me and said you’d pick me up! The rest was bonus. I’ve said thank you already but it bears repeating
Thank you thank you!

Well well. I actually hope that every single one of you that I ever thank gets a little embarrassed about it and wants me to shut up. Not to embarrass you all but to give glory to my very very good and kind Heavenly Father who is full of grace and goodness and looks after me so well and has such willing and loving children ready to serve when He calls. Words fail me. My heart doesn’t. God knows how much help I need right now. I don’t know what to ask for. So He just turns people up on my doorstep at ideal moments. If that’s not worthy of all praise then nothing is.

That marshmallow is gorgeous. Guy suggested we make some green and some red. I think I like the idea!!

Ah, another late night. It’s a very good oint Martyn. Story of my life though. It’s hard to break the habit once I start. I sleep too long in the morning if I’m tired. I don’t notice I’m tired or how late it is if I’ve woken late. I easily stay up longer than my body says anyhow. Still, meeting with God thing is about much more that early mornings and early nights. I can be up at 6 and not get round to taking the time out to check in to say hi, and for resourcing and instructions…
It’s more about focus and discipline. Habit is another operative word.

Tomorrow Vegbox Man will wake me if I’m not up before 8 so I’d better turn in.
I wonder if the new neighbours like mashmallow…
I like my bed.
It’s calling…

I met new neighbours last night.
I was going to bed and decided that the noise was of a ‘if you can’t beat them join them’ standard. Singing, laughing and guitars. Can’t be bad can it! Well I gatecrashed and it was lovely. I can’t put into words how refreshing it was to meet a load of new people quite randomly and be made so welcome. Brill!!

Had a good chat with a couple of very good friends this eve. Put into words where I’m at and realised that even though I’m feeling the pressure, well, I’m not doing too badly. I knew this already but hadn’t vocalised the reality of it. I do need time away though and I don’t know whether my bosses are going to be understanding or not. I’ve not yet been able to sort out a swap for the weekend coming and I’m not telling the crew at H3 that I’m not going to make. I don’t know how, but I intend to obtain the time off. I need to get out of Walsall and take a break. Stewarding is just the kind of out-time that will give me the thinking space and the time to touch base with God that I’m by now craving.

I haven’t cracked the checking in with Him daily thing for a scary while by now. The fact that I’ve lost daily reading habit recently means that I’m not getting my daily Word input. No bread means no life and no growth. If I don’t get resource soon, things are going to go crunch.

A friend of mine is visiting today from farflung shores. A treat that comes once a year and that is wonderful. I’ve got a heart for where she is serving and often wonder whether i’ll et a go-ahead signal from God to encourage her over there and be of use rather than only here when she visits. It’s so amazing to hear what Our Lord is doing so far away and in different lives. In fact it seems like a different world too. I value so many people and the way their lives enrich mine but I am often so poor at telling them how precious they are. I want to become more faithful in this encouraging ministry, this support which a simple word, call, letter can provide that keeps one going in the midst of storms and marathons. I’m prone to being enthusiastic and constant for the 1st 5 seconds and dwindle away nie on immediately. Fat load of use that is when someone is up to something for the long haul and I don’t tell them they rock even though I think it regularly. If I don’t tell them, they might never know. If they knew then they would forget eventually unless I tell them often.

So I need to seek God in private moments daily and I need to encourage and support and contact people more often. Wonders… I have a star chart to make and print off for work. Maybe I could change my pretty calendar into a star chart of whether I meet my Big Boss daily. It’s already become my tracking method for whether I’ve contacted people, who and when. Why not add that extra dimension!

I didn’t get very much sleep last night. It’s way past my bedtime by now! TTFN

PS: Ian, your down-under support is much appreciated and valued. Thank you very much for your comments and for checking in every so often like you do.

Well, happy pills are definitely doing positive. Guy’s still not keen on outside but he’s as cheeky as ever and Bruno the invisible pink elephant is (believe it or not) a sure sign that Guy is back in business.
Bruno is the cause of much prodding (according to Guy). Visitors beware.

He’s still sleeping loads.

Shan’t be going to Destinee this year either. I hate that it doesn’t work out. I suppose God has a good reason for not letting me get there but He know how annoying I find that.
Anyhow, original Annual Leave request haviing apparently been lost means I wouldn’t have had the whole time off anyhow. As it is, since it seems that exact week will be our family holiday (Ynys Mon! Ni’n dod!) and my boss is kindly doing his utmost to sort out my rota and A/L so I can go… (Trying to make ammends for 2 big doodoo moments on my recent rota, if you ask me!!) (that’s the peeed off part of me talking) I have to say I’m looking forward to what is effectively our 1st real family holiday in years… normally we all pile down to dad’s so going away together has total novelty value.

Can you please pray that by then youngest bro Danny will be fit to come with us? He’s still in hospital. Doing loads better than in a long while from what Katia’s told me. I’ve also now got a mobile number for him so I can get direct news at last and chat to him. It’s been good that dad had to go away for the job he’s just done in France because it forced dad to have a rest and Danny to be fully aware that he needs to stop counting on dad to bail him out. Result, Dan didn’t run away this time, for the whole time dad’s been away. That is excellent news.

Oh, talking of France: Bienvenue Paul! Enchantee. Ami de Dith, ami a moi. Hope the insights are helpful as well as interesting. Ton Francais est pas mal.

Right, off to shop now to buy the gelatine we never did get the other day…. AND MAKE MARSHMALLOWS!!!!!! yippee! Also buying eggs and hoping to make a lemon or lemon drizzle cake of some description. Can’t seem to find a totally suitable recipy. (Em that’s all your fault for making such nice lemon drizzle cake that nothing ever quite compares!!!)

Guys, all of you are wonderful!!
The comments, emails, calls, promises of calls, hugs, prayers, thoughts, cards…
I can’t thank you all enough for the support at the mo.
I need it.
Guy needs it.
I need the truths and reminders, the love and care, the time and presence, and all the rest.
Truly! I am thankful to God for such an amazing crew. I can stand alone, God knows that only too well. But it’s so very much better with team.
You’re being excellent friends and I’m well aware that I wouldn’t be as positive without you.
My recent heroes, to big you up are Nessa, Dith, Jon and Martyn. You stars! Rock on, will ya, and keep delving into this Awesome God of ours who makes such stardom attainable

Guy’s sleeping a little less. He’s still not eating properly when I’m not in. Yesterday while we were at cell watching the footie (I had to say that!!) he didn’t feel too well. It seems to have been because he hadn’t eaten for a few hours. He live on bread and butter and bananas. What am I meant to do. My latest inspiration is that I have to get cut meat or burgers to make him packed lunch/tea before I go to work.

Oh oh oh!!!!!
On Sunday 4 young people got baptised.

Matt! You da man! You are so kind and ready to help, that soft side of you is close enough to the surface to have made a massive impact on me and I’m ever, ever so thankful for your friendship, listening ear and lifts. Oh yes, the lifts!!! Hey, did I send you the photos of our Ikea trip? It’s the best desk I’ve ever had, by the way, just so you know.

MiniClegg!! What can I say? My bro loves ya! You do entertain the gallery and I think it’s the laughs that got him hooked. Thanks for lifting his spirits so many times since we’ve met you. I think you’ve been a top friend to guy and I would cherish you for that alone… As I said, "DIG DEEP" I think there is goodness and growth in store for you as you DELVE into God and His Word that will keep you constantly amazed and awed. Also, excavating into God, you’ll find His cheeky-ness, His love of life, of fun, of that ability to make a bunch of people’s laughter soar up and delight Him which you have and of the inquisitiveness that will help you to know more than most of us because you went and asked Him.

D’ee’. Every time I think of you, I smile. Your funside is as cracking as Adam’s and I could say lots the same to you about God and fun and making Guy laugh. But also I’ve seen you grow, in height and in stature. You’re a cut above the rest. You have a standing in God that is terrific. You are going to blow people’s minds the way you’ve blow ours over the past year or so. Put your roots down into God. You need to be standing in Him, on His solid-rock foundation to enable you to reach for and grasp the stars He’s destined you to reach… Stand tall! Please, do not underestimate yourself. Do not put yourself down.

Em You are sunshine and a shepherd of dangerous skill and love. I’ve known for a long time that your generation are more dangerous than ours. I’ve been in crowds of thousands and hundreds at M2K, Watchmen, Spring Harvest, WCC, the Cube, Destinee France, Ultimate Intention and so on and it has been repeated and people have prayed and God has annointed a generation of dangerous and beautiful Christians. We’ve been made History Makers I think, like the song. You guys… You’re an earthquake. A tsunami. And you Em are gathering mates in who are part of this, who are the dangerous world changing ‘kids’ that God’s been birthing for His purpose. Love Him and Love them and Love yourself. And when there’s no love left, Love some more.
You are a Daughter of the King. That makes you royalty. It makes you and embassador. It also make you His little girl. Hold on to those as you get to know Him and rely on Him entirely.

I’ve been enjoying the sun recently. I think I may migrate to somewhere more sunny one day. This place is just too grey in the winter and i need this kind of weather to thrive…
I’m thinking Africa. Le Maroc!! Essaouira, Marrakesh, the desert. I like that sound. Hmmm. Who knows but God. For now I’m here and I’m procrastinating over my NVQ work. Think I’ll keep mself to signing off at 1100 to get some graft done.

Oooh, I got a few groceries from a company called ZeroPointZero which arrived yesterday. Total treats. Some fairtrade olive oil (tastes WOW) from Palestine, organic-fairtrade tea and other oddments. They’ve got a hammock which I was real tempted to buy. I didn’t.

My mac’s just told me "It’s 11 hours" so bye bye

First the drumming!!
Calling all you drummers out there:
On 8th July 2006 PressureWorks are aiming at beating a record in support of Make Poverty History campaign. The focus now is Trade Justice and as 8th July marks a year since G8, Edinburgh, the aim is to remind our governments of what they’ve signed up to.
Here’s the page with the local events www.pressureworks.org/dosomething/act/250506_drum.html
It sounds like fun as well as being a great excuse for a get-together and to bang on drums loudly and with a purpose.

Human Traffic… Stinks, reaks and is wrong!
Erm. Yeah, but that wasn’t what I was going to say but hey.
Oh yes! There was an letter in a local freebie paper about forced (not arranged) marriages being a form of slavery. It’s reminded me of this:
www.stopthetraffik.org
I wrote back to the Walsall Observer giving them details about STOP THE TRAFFIK. I hope it gets published and gathers some more support for this Most Excellent campaign.
I’ve got a load of their petition postcards which I keep meaning to give out to Church. Will rmb 1 day.

And finally, the Dried Frog Pills
Guy’s been taking them since Tuesday.
I’ve been at work every pm since then which has to be 1 of the most frustrating experiences and yet has bee a release. I’ve been worried but had to renew trust that he’s in good hands, the Best Hands in fact.
What is a little crap but good on another level is the fact that Guy’s slept incredible amounts over the past 4 days. I think he’s probably gone to bed when I’ve left for work and got up when or soon after I’ve got back and then seems to have slept the nights too. The last 2 days he’s also slept til lunch of a morning. I think it needs to not carry on too long but for now I actually reckon he’s catching up on a month or 2’s rest that he’s been missing out on through the anxiety and fear.
I don’t know what to do about food though. He only eats what i put in front of him, so if I’m not there (teatime each day I work a late, breakfast and lunch if it’s an early) he doesn’t eat. Tuesday he had a bread and butter sandwich. Not very nourishing…

Mom’s being a star and Dad’s in France on a job again.
Still need some local input I think. I don’t know what to ask for though.
Maybe evening meal invites when I’m out. I’m unsure. WIll think about it. I’m not very good at asking for things so feedback’d be ace too.

I come up as animal or Kermit depending on which 2 alternative answers I give to 2 particular questions.
I couldn’t make up my mind on them so I decided to try the 4 possible combinations of answers and was Animal twice and Kermit twice. I guess that makes me a bit of both. And all these years, you guys had ME down as Scooter…
Guy is Animal.
We think the "Need food!" did it.

But I wanted the photo to show like on Em and Nessa’s blogs but all i got was the drivel in my previous entry…
Ho Hum…
How come it won’t edit at the mo??? I tried changing from the blog type thing which came up as the stuff below which means nothing to check if the html came up with a picture but the edit function is sulking at me and it seems i’m not the 1st to get that… (If the lads haven’t managed to fix it you’ll find another entry’s in as daft AND edited version)
Arghh!

Day 2 of happy pills has gone by, Guy nearly didn’t take them cos he thought he had and later had doubts so we checked (and remedied the oversight) and now the blister pack is somewhere obvious where we both can check at will.

Feedback on said happy pills is most welcome as Guy is worried about them and their side effects so i think it’ll be awesome encouragement and may set his mind at peace a little.
I have to work lates tomorrow and Friday (3-10 both times I think) so phone calls are a most excellent idea. Popping in’d be even better. If any of you are around…
Tomorrow is OverTime which was arranged this afternoon so it’s still a bit of a shock. I’ve had to ditch some plans we’d made.

By the way, Monday eve’s visitors, all 4 of you are stars and Guy said "That’s good!" when I mentioned you guys would turn up. Thought you should know.

Do pray against the side effects anyway and that the worst effects will subside in record time. Also praise God that Sunday night I seem to have taken the step back from everything which was essential for me to ‘let go and let God’. It’s not made it lighter, just easier to bear. Same as friends make it easier to carry because they keep you company as you go.

I can’t carry this trial for Guy, but I can walk with him in it and keep him company and hold the lamp up since he’s not got the strength to lift the lamp let alone lift it high enough to see the path. I can hold the hand that Jesus isn’t holding and we can travel onwards and upwards step by step.

I still am in too deep. Really. I know it’s the right place to be. I know I’m the right lass for the job. I also know that the people around me are the right support team. The fact that so many key players know the way is essential, paramount, totally indispensable in fact simply because I don’t. I have no idea where this road leads. I need you guys to help me navigate… I think that’s the assignement God’s given you so that I can just hold Guy’s hand and walk with him to get out of this valley of the shadow of death…
I’m going to cry so I’ll shut up now.

Really

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well, pill number is doing something: causing trembling.
I spent some of my potential night sleep reading up on said happy pills and their side effects and more last night. Not looking forward to what coming weeks could be like if they kick in at their worst, so please do pray that the meds’ll work fast and with no side effects. I know God can obliterate side effects because I spent 2 weeks in Uganda in scorching sunshine on anti-Malaria tabs that cause extra-sensitivity to the sun and barely got a sunburn. If you know me you’ll recognise that there miracle!! So I’m asking God to come up trumps again so that Guy can know the good and not the bad of these meds.

Had nice chat with little sister Claire this morning. My nephew Tristan in all his glory: bright green wellies, bright red T-shirt and a hat which he decided to add… nicking tea-towels from the draw and laying them out flat on the front lawn. Go figure. Claire said it looked pretty!

right, today Guy and I went to doc’s and I read National Geographic while he was prescribed stuff which we hope will be helpful in settling his reeling mind and fussing feelings.
Well, that’s what they’re meant to do.
But according to what others have experienced on similar meds (aren’t they always similar but not quite the exact same thing!!!) the side-effects happen directly while the happy-effects happen once about 2 to 4 weeks have gone by.
Oh joy!
So watch this space and pppp-pretty please do pray it’d kick in with God-speed rather than normal speed.
(They’re SSRIs 4 those who know what I’m on about)

Nice evening with good mates popping in and another good mate ringing. Ta all for the support. I cannot thank you all enough for standing by us like that.

Maman rang too so I’m embarassed to admit that I abandonned mates and bro to natter awhile and got some insight into a couple of things which needed clarifying somewhat. Good good.

Still, though the evening’s been lovely, I’m still echoing a little from the beginning of the day, the ‘eek’ moment Guy had at me at one point, his worry after the doc’s and not going back out to get the prescription but rather me having to go leaving him at home where he felt safe. Sometimes I push it, sometimes I don’t it seemed appropriate not to push it then.

I’m wondering whether it’s an impression or whether he actually slightly perks up and relaxes when as an evening (at home) goes by…

Thought back on bits of conversations I had with the guys at work yesterday.
T’s permanent up there and S is agency or sessional and I know him from our place.
They and the other girl who was on were chatting about marriage and partners and why the guys hadn’t settled with anyone while D has. Part of S’s conclusion: he’s never found some one who has the same kind of shape character and aspirations as him, telling us about travelling around and not settling in one place and moving on being part of him.
It’s stayed with me for some reason and has appeared in my thoughts on occasion throughout the day.
Being single is useful right now and I’m absorbed the way only I can be by my beloved Guyguy and trying to be there for him in a positive and productive way.
I guess I wouldn’t be able to do some of the walking through this together which being single makes me free to do right now. For that simple fact I am thankful that I’m not yet married.
I don’t want to imagine the strain a relationship would undergo from our late night talks, weird jokes and pick me up connivance, Guy’s long silences and general of lack sense, incomprehensible freakouts, excessively anxious vibes and oh so off the wall comments…
I know some people who would understand, but they’re both few and far between and highly special. I don’t yet know what my husband is made of.
I do hope he’ll have the patient and accepting heart that’ll enable me to welcome anyone randomly as I love to, the trusting and praying faithfulness that’ll free me to put my arms round people like I can with Guy and the je ne sais quoi that’ll protect me and be the refuge I need him to be when I come home in rags at the end of a day.
I don’t often ask God for specifics. I think that’s a good start to my wish list.

I did the vacuuming and moped the floors today and noticed how clean the floor was in the front room and how wrong that is…
It’s meant to have biscuit crumbs and dust and the occational muddy footprint and splash of squash or juice, oh and probably some crumbs from a chicken sarnie.
Need I say more?

Oh, got free tickets for the Allergy Show in London on the weekend (thanks and more thanks to Green People) so will probably descend on the capital on Saturday to check it out. I hope to find some info on asthma and on intolerances/reactions to additives, preservatives, E numbers…

Hmmm, it’s late. The moon is pretty much full, quite low on the horizon and fuzzy from the day’s damp. Yellowy too. Looks ace. I remember rain storms like today’s from when I was a kid. Not as impressive but wasn’t bad.