It is almost 10 days since the start of May, signs of illness, yes, but I would say minor and like people hate me to say 'I have seen worst'. It is just the dismissive: I will cope with it, let us get on with it and brush off the shoulders to carry on.

May is the perfect month to carry on because this is the definate (normally) close of Winter and the last fears of Frost. The days are getting longer but also warmer. Today the pic temperature in the neck of our woods was 21 degrees Celcius, which is not too bad at all.

I have been potting about since my escape from Watford G Hospital on the 21st of April. It felt like flying over a cuckoo's nest, really. Better leave behind WGH than trying to sort my health out. They are looking for scape goats for their petty thefts there, so if you happen to be a regular patient, someone ill that has to come often, then you are the pretty goat! Blame, trying to frame, mind game, you will be in their war frame target so they can keep pick-pocketing whilst they are underpaid, it is horrendous: The scratch your head moment to try to gather pace/peace to realise that actually out of those hospital walls everything is sane again.

I had similar experiences there over and over again, totally unsettling and discomforting. Well to resume it all, I will say atrocious. Anyhow I escaped and they will need to find another scape goat to explain what is happening there in their wards in terms of theft, for they are steeling: mobiles, bank cards, jewellery and cash as far as I understood.

Anyhow this is almost fifteen days behind me, if it still makes me feel like I want to dig my claws into a wall and shout 'How can you, people, out of all, can let yourselves carry on with your thefts and blame them on others and try to destroy their lives in the making? How dare you? How can you? Shame on you!'.

Going back to earth, I did grab back control as soon as I was outdoor, thanks to the purple T security guard. I made it home in one way or another. I did fall on the way once or twice but my phone finally decided to not freeze on me for too long. My phone is the bum of all phones, when you need it, it doesn't work or freeze. Text: kind of work, call, or receive call is bloody shit. Anyhow I made it home, hurt but safe.

From this I will just say always be on your guards. For you may admire a Doctor, a Nurse, a Paramedic or many for they do save lives, and they do deserve admiration. However anyone is not without faults and because one wears a uniform and you don't, doesn't mean that you are automatically the one to be at fault. Because if one belongs to a large organisation to back them up, it doesn't mean that they are right. It doesn't mean that they can break the law with impunity and it doesn't allow them to coherce others to do so or to back them up in any shape or form ( False witness statements, accounts, glued together to patch up any cracks). 

Anyhow in my case, the way I see it is that I was a very 'cotton socks' prime target. I was the lively, bubbly French someone that did well out of nothing. It does irrate some people. You can't help it. Someone got the poke out and the poke continued for more than a couple of years from the very people that are supposed to look after your health. I am not raising my eyebrows apart that my expectations great or not are destroyed. My consolation is that we are not eternal anyway.

On a more cheerful note, the Garden with the warmer days is starting to show promises. The Echeveria we did buy early this Spring from a Garden centre did start to blossom (15/05/2022).

Our Echevaria. I know nearly next to nothing on how to look after it. This is the first plant for a planned Rockery.