Received a message requesting I go to the doctors to do blood samples; as I waited inside Ancrum's only bus shelter I noticed a nest.
The bus was not due for forty minutes so I ordered a delicious latte coffee from the Ancrum Pantry; the shop owner saw me at the bus stop and offered me a lift into Jedburgh as she was going the same way.
She dropped me at Jedburgh medical practice, after I handed in my poop samples a nurse called me within minutes to do blood samples. As I completed four samples with poop there were four samples of bloods; the nurse struggled to find a vein; and called another nurse in to help. My arms and legs are very swollen from an allergic reaction to grass. Exiting, I noticed an abandoned child's shoe; the "strangers" (sinister deprivation cult chased me down lifeless for years) placed children's shoes in my oncoming path.
People unaware of trauma illness might think it strange to be triggered by these things, but this is how they have been controlling us, people, compartmentalised, believe its only happening to one person, but I've known others who have been targeted. The weather was mild, and I noticed gypsies had parked caravans in a wagon train formation inside Jedburgh's car park. I assumed they had arrived for St Boswells gypsy gathering. Its warming to know they are tolerated, after all I was a traveller for three decades.
The gypsies support "strangers" because a significant majority uphold sins of a wrongful, Marxist pope. I visited a few shops and presented to them my plans; found a baguette shop and enjoyed lunch in beautiful grounds of Mary Queen Of Scots house.
Lavender.
Buddleja
I know my family, long, long ago were kings and queens before English speaking Scotland, when people spoke Gaelic, within a country named Alba.
Today we are enduring a hereditary pathocracy that despises our humanity utterly inconsolable, into murky depths of haplessness. Could this guy be a victim, maybe.
Rose, a yellow rose and a poppy.
Charlie came to collect me, he drove me home, then to the garden centre, purchased six box hedge plants and three bags of compost.
In the evening Charlie returned from shearing three ewes at grass keep; in a few more months the flock will be returning to Woodburn Farm. This evening we enjoyed cauliflower cheese from shopping Charlie returned with.
The bus was not due for forty minutes so I ordered a delicious latte coffee from the Ancrum Pantry; the shop owner saw me at the bus stop and offered me a lift into Jedburgh as she was going the same way.
She dropped me at Jedburgh medical practice, after I handed in my poop samples a nurse called me within minutes to do blood samples. As I completed four samples with poop there were four samples of bloods; the nurse struggled to find a vein; and called another nurse in to help. My arms and legs are very swollen from an allergic reaction to grass. Exiting, I noticed an abandoned child's shoe; the "strangers" (sinister deprivation cult chased me down lifeless for years) placed children's shoes in my oncoming path.
People unaware of trauma illness might think it strange to be triggered by these things, but this is how they have been controlling us, people, compartmentalised, believe its only happening to one person, but I've known others who have been targeted. The weather was mild, and I noticed gypsies had parked caravans in a wagon train formation inside Jedburgh's car park. I assumed they had arrived for St Boswells gypsy gathering. Its warming to know they are tolerated, after all I was a traveller for three decades.
The gypsies support "strangers" because a significant majority uphold sins of a wrongful, Marxist pope. I visited a few shops and presented to them my plans; found a baguette shop and enjoyed lunch in beautiful grounds of Mary Queen Of Scots house.
Lavender.
Buddleja
I know my family, long, long ago were kings and queens before English speaking Scotland, when people spoke Gaelic, within a country named Alba.
Today we are enduring a hereditary pathocracy that despises our humanity utterly inconsolable, into murky depths of haplessness. Could this guy be a victim, maybe.
Rose, a yellow rose and a poppy.
Charlie came to collect me, he drove me home, then to the garden centre, purchased six box hedge plants and three bags of compost.
In the evening Charlie returned from shearing three ewes at grass keep; in a few more months the flock will be returning to Woodburn Farm. This evening we enjoyed cauliflower cheese from shopping Charlie returned with.
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