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PAULYANNA ... E-Book Launched October 2013.
A Black Country Lad who now lives in the Black Boy Land or Schwarzbubenland as it is called in Switzerland. Life turned out fine and despite the photo’s. I am not dying or using heroine. I must admit I do still smoke grass & now, I drink red wine.
I met my husband (civil partner) in 2000 and a new chapter in my life began. Years on and we are still very happily married, or at least I am. He kept every single one of his promises and he never tired or changed his attitude towards me. Never once have I felt cold, hungry or scared.
I now live in a detached property with a large garden in a small hamlet of 895 residence. Set in the foothills of the Jura mountains. I am surrounded on all sides by hilly forests, a small stream runs through it’s centre. It really is a proper piece of paradise. When I’m feeling extra spiritual it is easy to imagine. We are nestled in the palms of an almighty giant. God if you like. Whom, despite all I had done saw fit to watch over me and guide me to a life worth living. I have a beautiful black cat called Darcy and also a Gordon Setter girl-dog name Asherah. We live an idilic existence.
I now enjoy the small pleasures in life, gone are the pressures of Big City Life nowadays, I can see sky out of my windows. I experience every season. In the Spring and Summer, whilst out walking in the woods we often make a fire to cook a jumbo sausage. My dog likes/d sausage walks. (RIP Feb 2015) Autumn is spent harvesting our homegrown and raking up leaves. I spend a lot of my time gardening. Chopping and stacking wood for the log burner that heats our home throughout the Winter. I’m a Glippy a glamourous hippy. We are extremely green and energy efficient, I’m a recycling master.
I wear what I call my doggy clothes mostly, saving my glad rags for when visiting the city. I like to pretend I’m living in the olden days and going to town is a really big event. So that is the new improved me. Please don’t mistake my new found confidence for arrogance.
It was only after the death of my Dad, the only person whose opinion mattered, I felt brave enough to tell my story. I know it is not a typical story, perhaps more like a social history report, however general feedback is positive.