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Packing in Mental Health Day and London Cocktail week and waiting for the Tesco Delivery Man with Julie Andrews

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Julie holding Simple soap with Tesco Delivery Man

To celebrate World Mental Health Day, Julie Andrews helped me with my Tesco delivery and we got out of the house and went to see Alice Cooper and the Stranglers at O2. To celebrate London Cocktail week I had a cocktail with Julie at the O2 while watching Alice Cooper and the Stranglers. Julie Andrews and I go back a long way, we both worked at Marie Stopes abortion clinic, we both trained as counsellors and we both did our Masters degree at Goldsmiths age 43. We both had a child in the year 2000 and we both got married within the last 4 years. She changed her name so I don’t feel I can ask her to sing “The Hills are Alive” so frequently, even though I know she wouldn’t mind.

My favourite Alice Cooper lyric isn’t “Only Women Bleed”, despite our world bleeding to death, depicted by the Red Rebels of Extinction Rebellion who have been demonstrating admirably all week, but it is the lyric “Even my shadow has lice”. In the depths of my mental distress, I have felt like my shadow had lice or at least that my bed bugs had greater importance on the planet than me. Here is my Bed Bug song, possibly inspired by the great Alice Cooper and the bed bugs I had in the squat I lived in Bermondsey in the late 1980’s with Uncle Pervious.

Keeping a live Bed Bug – Staying Alive

Lay down flat, on the mattress
No sex tonight, we’re out to get bite
By the bed bugs

Little tiny white ones, hungry baby white ones
Ah, bless ’em

Snuggle down, under the eiderdown
Sort of rhymes but not true
Really a du
…. vet

Glistening shiny pink ones
Don’t splatter those ones, might be carrying baby ones
Ah, bless ’em

Uh uh uh uh staying in bed, staying in bed (to the tune of The Bee Gees)
Uh uh uh uh staying in bed

Deep sleep, nightmares creep
Wake up and leap out of bed,
Light on, oh what fun inspecting
Bed bugs

Big dark daddy red ones
Juicy juicy fat ones
Ah, bless ’em

Put them in the cigarette tin
Keep them alive for a day or so
Wash out the stains on the sheet if you can
Or die them red, passion for the
Bed bugs

Itchy, but nice, er than lice

And the bed bugs sing-
We don’t fear death just excites us more
We like to grieve for our cousins
So, don’t worry

We make good pets
We’re easy to keep
We don’t affect your sleep and you are
Never ever, ever lonely

So don’t worry about us, we like to die
And you have much more in your life to worry about

And the coloured bed bugs sing (to that Lou Reed tune)
Do, do do, do do do do do do do do do do etc. (fade)

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Why waiting is an issue for Liz Bentley while waiting for the Tesco Delivery Man, (or occasionally woman)

A ration book

It is normal to have presents on Christmas morning but my parents made us wait until 3pm. We had to eat dinner (which I began throwing up age 16), wash up, walk the dog and then we’d sit down in the cold front room and Dad would put the Christmas lights on the tree, each year one less bulb worked. Presents were passed around our small family, one at a time, with breaks to ponder over each gift. I should feel grateful that I got presents at all, but watching my friends playing in the street, showing off their new toys and bikes was excruciating.

My mother was quick to get rid of the boxes of our Easter eggs. She’d break them up into small pieces and store them in a glass jar high up somewhere in the kitchen. Each weekend she tore off a smaller piece and gave it to my sister and I to share. Our Easter eggs lasted until Whitsun. I should feel grateful that I got eggs at all, but watching my friends in the street scoffing their chocolate on Easter Sunday was excruciating.

How has this affected me? Here is one of the more positive examples:

My husband bought me some rather lovely spa shower gel and body lotion for Christmas. I placed the gift, still in its box, on my dressing table and admired it, lovingly. A few weeks later, when my husband was wondering whether I even liked his gift, I took the items out of the box and pondered on how and when to use them. I decided they would be treats for when I showered after swimming.

White woman standing with black tesco delivery man

By February the items were in my swim bag. Now the products are coming to their end and are back on my dressing table. I intend for them to be there until next Christmas (possibly to avoid feelings of loss) when I will hope to receive a new gift.

Delayed gratification
Of my parents wartime generation
Passed down to me
So I can see
Bars and bars of 85% Green and Blacks chocolate in my fridge
And eat just one square a night
I’m not tight
I buy bars and bars from Tesco when on offer
This chocolate is very expensive but I’ve included it as a treat in my MS recovery diet

(Do not try this at home unless all eating disorder-related symptoms have been analysed away)

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#JadeGoody #Loneliness #BigBrother #Psychotherapy

I have a special affinity with Jade. Firstly she was my nurse at Surrey Docks Dental surgery before she went on Big Brother, secondly I auditioned that same year for the series.

In the first part of the Channel 4 Jade documentary they showed her original VHS audition tape, among a few others. I watched in fear that mine would be shown. It was a bizarre VHS I sent in but possibly the producers saw, although I was clearly a wounded healer, I wasn’t as troubled as Jade and wouldn’t provide the same entertainment, but who knows? I’m likely to have sunbathed naked back then.

Jade was much younger than me and no way would the producers have wanted two girls coming from Bermondsey (I’m an Essex girl of course but lived and worked in Bermondsey for nearly two decades ). I got off lightly and so did my family. Jade sadly not.

I have been obsessed with all the Big Brother series, as is my fascination with all groups, my step daughter now has me hooked on Love Island, oh dear. The nearest I ever got to be on Big Brother is studying and being in group Psychotherapy for two years, and then facilitating writing as therapy, supervision and counsellors groups. Groups can be fierce, even in therapy.

Coming back to loneliness, firstly Perverse Verse on 26th September is on the ‘loneliness’ issue (invite coming soon) and secondly, my very loved group psychotherapist, having helped so many of us for decades with our internal loneliness, took his life. I’d assumed he’d died of a heart attack or something similar and found out of his suicide at his funeral.

The last time I saw my group therapist was 2017 at the show I did at The Guild of Psychotherapists, he laughed and laughed and we enjoyed a glass of red wine after the show. Watching the Jade documentary made me think of him.

Very very sad.

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Happy Pickled Walnuts time of the year

Tesco no longer sell pickled walnuts. I’d been aware of this for a while in the Tesco delivery run ups to Xmas.  I seriously thought I would do without this year and then I began to realise how important they are for me.

Xmas eve and my husband, once discovering what was the matter, went on a mission and found some in Sainsbury’s.  Now Xmas can begin, disliking it just that little bit less now I have a walnut.   I eat one, then I’m bored and like to have one in a few months time.   I enjoy watching them in the fridge, every week or two I pick  up the jar to change shelves and bounce them around in the jar.

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3rd Tesco Delivery Woman in a year …..

She surprised me while I was participating in a yoga u tube workout …

With holidays upon us and lots of children doing different things, my latest blog posts for from essex to london in 101 boyfriends of Pelekas amalgamations, similarly to most Easyjet flights to Corfu, will be delayed .  It is written but needs a little more editing time. This however provides a chance for newer readers to catch up on reading previous posts over the holidays ….

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Tesco Delivery, hair dressing, naughty knees and aging…..

Please check out fromessextolondonin101boyfriends.com  and press the follow button to be updated with the next boyfriend ….. the story is developing and I would hate for you to miss any important links ….

Don’t forget readers .. there is always a reason ……

Day 32 of knee injury – as one begins to get better the other is now playing up, naughty knees ….. having one’s hair done makes such a difference to how one feels about life (if one has hair of course).  I used to wonder why it was so important for my mother and as life goes on, hair dressing becomes ever more important to me, I expect it will be the chiropodist next, but not for a few years yet, I hope.

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Freud Museum show and day 21 of knee injury..

What an amazing place to perform … 4 in 5 loved the show , 1 in 5 hated it … it used to be 1 in 4 ….. what a shame that mental health statistics aren’t going down in the same way …

I’ve got an mcl/meniscus tear … it’s painful …. performing is a wonderful release/distraction …..

On the upside, the pain cuts through MS sensations and I can focus on this injury that will get better …. irony being that I did it in yoga and yoga is the cure … just keep moving just keep moving ..

talking of moving .. don’t forget to keep your eye out for Boyfriend No. 39 … the transition to London ..

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