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"They are trying to convince me that they are now on first ex's side... things appear to be moving on their own.
Years of this are making me deaf to their clamour for attention. It's like children from the local asylum left loose. I have achieved something, they've changed the timing for their heavy machines... by 2 hours or so."

"What about those strange dirty nurses or men? Are they still about?"

"They never talk to me, I'm not on the, programme. One of the claims is they are a psychiatric team from the past travelling into the now to help deal with this situ... How odd. Truns it all inside out!"

Kitty paused for breath, her eyes flashing, and her aura increasing in colour. "A young couple tried it on on the bus, only I have their number, face and voice down now.... so let them try. and they knew all about the plot to do me in at home."
"Can you manage?" I asked her, wondering if she could - it had been such a long haul. I wonder if it was the laundering... that was going on now at different times.
"I have no choice." She was almost gay in her defiance. "After all they have never had the gumption to speak to me, face to face, they prefer to do what they do where they can't be seen."

"That's the way with most of them, I think they are the bad kind. The better kind of psychic person is like us. Live and let live. Not mad with jealousy and lousy with what what can pinch or say without being caught."
"I hear you could have been someone important if you could have....?"

"Could have what? Been a thief and tormentor too? Play silly games and pretend all day? Perish the day. Some small voice told me yesterday when I was as angry as a hellcat, that God makes the final judgement. And I hope to leave it that way. I thank God each day that I am not!"