A quoi je pense??

Plodding on!
I’m not feeling 100% bouncey. Need some additional Tigger force here.

Brief update about Guy from the chat I had to Dad earlier:
We’ve got some good news on the Camphill front. Guy’s social worker is completely up for the plan. (They’ve got a site if you want to check the web) Dad rang her and they spoke at length on Friday and she sounds like she’ll push with all her power to get the funding sorted. That’s a bit of a mammoth task but I know that what assessment she’s already got on Guy will count towards it.

As for me, I forced myself to a bit of tidying this morning but couldn’t get down to filling in the job application I picked up for the school. I was daunted by the job description and the idea of the form. I may end up filling it in tomorrow and seeing if they’ll have it late but I so much doubt it. It sounded so perfect until it turned out to be a coordinating and team-leading job that involves lesson planning. I mean, I’ve never done any of that regularly or formally. I thought assistant meant assistant, but apparently not.

I’m looking forward to seeing Fabrice next Monday. It feels like centuries and seconds away at the same time. I need a hug if nothing else. I also need this weekend’s days chilling and stewarding at H3 and the following time on holiday. I’ll miss my mates’ kids as they’re away but I know my niece and nephew will have grown so much. Ili walks now!! She must be sooo sweet toddling about.

Til then I have to concentrate on stuff like the tidying of this house of mine! I am still putting it off.

Two more shifts at work!
Bring on the holidays!!!!!
Oh and where did all this RAIN come from??

ok, I’m in France contending with yet another AZERTY keyboard. The things drive me potty!

I type silly things like qt insteqd of at & instead oh, & zhere the w is supposed to be, there’s a Z & to top it all the M isn’t in the right place either I mean my name doesn’t just lose an M, it swaps it for , or ? Just imagine!!!

Anyhow! Guy’s with Maman, so I’m relieved. The journey had some tense moments. I’m worried for him.

BTW: Dad’s got in touch with Camphill by the way & they’re contacting Doctor & Social Worker re: getting funding applications underway and sped up.

This could be some of the best news in ages!!

I’m enjoying a relaxing girlie time at my cousin’s which is great. Last night lusic festival and salsa. Tonight Shrek 3. Tomorrow birthday party. All good.

Oh BTW mine’s in August if you rmb, not October!

I’m allergic to the cat here. That is the only poo thing… Sneazing pretty much constantly…

Back on Sunday.

I’m gutted being in France but nowhere near my lovely lovely man. That is quite a torture to tell you the truth. It makes me miss him even more than usual. If any of you ever come across a disused teleporter or tardis, do rmb me!
It still is fab to have such a marvellous boyfriend far away or not!

Guy’s still bad. He’s picked up a tiny bit when people have visited but that’s about it. He still says he should be dead and he’s evil and asks weird questions and was headbutting the wall again earlier and there’s still only me around and I’m still just as helpless. I have phone calls to make in the morning. Offices that should be open 24/7 are of course shut the weekend. I forgot that I meant to call the crisis team for advice. Though what I need is someone else around so I don’t really know why I was going to ask for advice. Anyway, I’m not doing it at this time of day because I’m shattered and have to work tomorrow. I had to tell someone though.
xxx

Latest email on Lys’s hope to be allowed to remain in our lives, for your encouragement and prayer.

Here is the update regarding Lysette’s asylum matter. Please could you forward it to Uncle Tom Cobbly?

Hi folks. This is what the letter from Lysette’s lawyer, dated 12th June says:

The lawyers from the Home Office …"have agreed that your case should be allowed in the Court of Appeal to the extent that it is sent back for rehearing before a different Asylum and Immigration Tribunal because it is accepted that it is wrong in a matter of law for the last Tribunal not to consider the Article 8 family life elements of your appeal.
This means you will have a fresh appeal before the Asylum and Immigration Tribunal."

This should happen in 3-6 months.
It is in fact, going back a step as it’s a rehearing and has to work in Lysette’s favour as even if the decision were to go against her (which it won’t) it’s making that further away. The longer she is here, forming relationships and becoming more integrated into British society, WCC and family life, the more likely she is to win an Article 8 appeal.
Now, at last, a judge will look at all those letters we wrote over a year ago, telling them how much Lysette was part of our community and families. If you didn’t write one, don’t worry. When Lysette visits her lawyer, she’ll ask what other evidence would be useful and I’ll let you know.
In the mean time, remember to PRAY SPECIFICALLY for:

Amos 5:24 to be fulfilled in Lysette’s case and in the British courts.
Lysette’s lawyer,Jawaid Luqmani, as he prepares her case. Pray he’ll ask the right questions, give the right evidence, be blessed for taking on her case (that’s another miracle you can ask us about another time).
Lysette, as she waits, for peace, and as she travels to see her lawyer in London and to the court, that all the practicalities will go smoothly.
The Asylum & Immigration Tribunal judge that will hear her case, that God will prepare his heart and show him what is right.

And from the last email,
Pray for her to win that appeal and be granted the right to remain in the UK.
Pray for the strongholds of the enemy to be broken and for God’s kingdom to come in the Home Office and in the courts of this land.
Pray that Lysette’s landlord will keep his contract with the Home Office’s accommodation provider and she’ll be able to stay in that house (unless there’s a better one) until everything is settled.
I believe the strongholds of the enemy in this case are crumbling, that the tide has turned. But we can’t afford to be complacent. Rise up, warriors, and pray! Claim the victory for Lysette. It was snatched away before, let’s not let that happen again.
God Bless you all. Love

Cheeky but so fabulous!! This is apparently how our mouses work. A view through a magnifying glass of what happens on your computer screen when you move and use your mouse
www.1-click.jp/

And…

Flood warning!!

It’s now been raining for close on 2 days here. Last night was persistent rainfall so much so that the bridge down from work (just about high enough for big lorries) now has a deep deep pond with 2 fat artics facing one another stuck underneath it because they (lorries I said) got waterlogged… Heheh!
Fire engines, police cars, road blocks, the works!! Oh the excitement of it all!

How cool is that?
Well, maybe not for the poor people who’ve been stuck in traffic and going round silly and long diversions…
But our road is rarely as fabulously and blissfully quiet as it has been today.

And that’s without counting the water I cycled through yesterday or the bucket-loads tipping right now!!!

I thought the monsoon was an indian event?!

I sometimes feel like my life is very run of the mill. It’s a pretty rare occurrence. On the whole it feels more like an epic. Of Illiad and Odyssey proportions, if truth be told.

The saga continued, later on Tuesday, but I’ll leave the story at that.

I caught myself out while I was feeling totally crap and did what I should have done months ago and have not managed to do until now. That is email some gritty details and a litteral cry for help to not just ’select’ few but, via my pastor, to the entire of my Church. I’ve even had a couple of helpful replies that have given me pointers. And some lovely HUG style emails. Those are sure good too!!

But then who’s not figured that I like hugs…

Work’s still on cruise control. That’s great stuff as peace in that area makes life easier which I need right now.
My managers, both of them, though that wasn’t engineered by me have said that I need to do whatever it takes to make sure that both Guy and I get proper and appropriate care and support even if it means a placement. They’re pretty adamant about it under their ‘we care’ front. But then they’ve seen the toll stress has taken on my work, so they’re possibly the best placed to evaluate where I’m at.
Interestingly, Dad rang me today and has taken the details for Camphill, who said they’d look at Guy’s referral at the beginning of the summer, to chase them.
I’ve still not heard from my carer support lady. I assume she’s waiting on me. I’ve not yet got through to her. Wild geese and all that!!

To wrap up, check out this link and pass the word round!
www.AgainstMalaria.com/onemillionfaces

I’m counting down to 2 holidays at once

Oh, and did I mention I’m in love?

Hey, I’ve been up for 2 hours so far today.
Guy woke me. He’s not well.
Nothing useful is happening from the social worker. It’s not that she’s doing nothing, it’s more that nothing of what she’s doing is actually practical or useful in the daily grind of Guy feeling depressed and even suicidal. I mean he keeps saying he should be dead and should be shot and bangs his head against the wall and hits himself.

He won’t talk to me. Anything he ever says is weird questions about things I’ve no clue about or that so irrelevant to this present moment that it’s a waste of time him thinking on them and yet they’re eating away at him.

He needs freedom from all this and I don’t want to go down the hospital route again but I see nothing else. Earlier on when he was hitting himself on the head with a stick, I nearly rang 999. Then he sat back against the wall and was banging his head. I mean, calling anyone wouldn’t stop him from finding a wall to lean on and hit himself.

What’s the point? What IS the point? Of social workers who do nothing practical, of managers who refuse useful things, of a country that pays for wars and for compensation over redundancy (which should come out the culprit’s pocket not mine and my co-citizens’!!!) and yet cuts already measley mental health and other essential budgets??? And that’s just the tiny tip of the iceberg!

It all makes Guy’s brick wall wall thing seem all too sensible really.

So prayers please, please, please. And any ideas or words of wisdom…
Please?

It has to go down as one of the nicest shifts we have had with the current combination of kids. Truly lovely few hours, with one of the girls and then the other completely relaxed and nice. What a shock!! and, oh my! what a beautiful surprise!!

I had to tell you that.

My lovely man is someplace, on a hill in France, looking at the stars. Not just gazing but actually with telescope etc! How cool! What a treat to have friends who rope you into doing stuff that’s fun and incredible and good… Going rock-climbing on Thursday was like that. I hope that I give that kind of goodness to people when I rope them into stuff, even when it’s just sitting in my garden chilling together with a drink.

Hmm, talking about garden, I’ve been missing the garden chairs I’ve had on loan for many months until a few weeks ago. Some were offered on Freecycle which I pray I’ll get. You’ll laugh though they’re PURPLE. I mean who buys purple garden chairs? Do they really come in purple? I think I’m being taken for a ride. Anyhow, purple or not (I love purple) I’ll have them if it means I can seat more than 2 people again.

Right, I’ve got a dvd to watch.

xxx

It’s a pleasure to have nice weather again, but I’m putting off anything involving the house. I look at it feeling like the job’s too big and think ‘later’ so that when later comes it’s an eevn bigger job. I don’t want to leave it because it gets to me seeing the mess but also I want to do everything but the housework. The poor garden has got the same treatment mostly. Now I need to mow the lawn desperately. Why don’t things like that just be done!! All the dust needs to do is disppear right? Hmmm! Not going to happen.
Suppose shower then vacuum are the next stops…
The sun shows up the dust the same way as light shed in my heart shows up the state of that. I’m not feeling too messy inside but I know I need to spend more focused time with God. Reading’s been good and encouraging others, but my focus isn’t sharp. I’ll get there I suppose, but in the meantime, that too needs well, maybe some reorganising? Or attention in the right place? I’m listening

Generally: the big sign says "WORK IN PROGRESS"

Guy seems quite well.
Still depressed. He mentioned phrases of the ’should be dead’ kind just today, but the fear seems to be lifting! He’s been more active these past few days. This morning his social worker came. He opened the door to her. He’s opened the door to a few people recently whereas it’s been a long time of me having to pelt it accross the house to get the door even when he was sat on the couch next to it. Having been quiet but not looking fearful, he then accepted to pop out to visit one of the local centres. He just went with her and seems to have ‘nearly’ enjoyed himself while over there.
Goodness, it feels good to see that level of change this past week.
I just hope I have to watch too much more depression and dejection. It remains catching whatever I do and I often find it hard to not feel down and sapped of energy and momentum.

I’m going salsa dancing this evening and looking forward to it.
I still wonder whether there’s a chance I’ll get to next week’s party. I’m working and haven’t asked for a swap. It seems cheeky to do so just to get to the class beforehand.

Saw T & D today. Coffee and croissants in the garden in the sunshine. Nice!! They go to Bulgaria on hols tomorrow. Sounds like a groovy idea.
Holidays anywhere are good I suppose, but if I chose I’d go for Croatia personally, heard so much and seen so many beautiful photos… Who knows. One day, maybe.
For the moment, France will do me fine
With such a beautiful and diverse country to explore, I’m not worried. I’ve missed it since being back in Britain, so I actually enjoy the fact I’m there more.

Today’s songs: Every Season, Nicole Nordeman and Watching You, Ayo.

Today’s verse: 1 Corinthians 13:13

Today’s feeling: waiting for something. Wish I knew what Good for the old patience though.

I’m going to ring Nephew and Niece. I’ve missed Claire by now. She’ll be back at work. Hmfff. Maybe I’ll get through tea time, or on Friday.