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Ditsy Daisy Comes Home To Royal Norfolk

Lets start at the beginning! Well, maybe not the beginning, that was many moons ago, but the beginning of the time when we moved from Silly Suffolk, back into Royal Norfolk. We landed with a bump in Thetford, home of Thomas Paine, who wrote the Rights of Man, reportedly the resting place of Queen Boadicea lies nearby, and a multitude of history so voluminous it would be improper to put it all in the one article. Thetford also has a strong Indian link, but this has not materialised in my small foray through articles, but I am sure it will.

Unfortunately, the lovely town of Thetford has turned into the badlands, so we only stayed there for a couple of years, before adjourning to Kenninghall, twelve miles towards the lovely Diss. In Kenninghall, I felt at home, but alas my children didnt. It is a sleepy little picture postcard village that nestles in a dip, between the Kings Ride and the hamlet of Dam Green. The church is beautiful and living there reminded me of my school days. Some good memories and some bad. As I strolled around the churchyard, I remember thinking, that this would be a place I would be happy to have as my final resting place.

Sadly, as so often happens, the locals were not to allow this to happen. For a while everything was ok, but as always, my mere presence seems to ruffle feathers and antagonism starts to reign. This always leads to disease in my life, then the punishment follows.

One evening, after a couple of glasses of the real amber nectar, I bumped into the Rector K H, at the local shop, and asked him how to go about having my house blessed. He informed me that I must ring the rectory and make an appointment. To this I replied, 'that if I have to remember to do that it will inevitable never happen', so the charming Rector agreed to come to visit me in my humble abode.

When he did, it was a lovely morning. The nicest interaction I had experienced since living in the village. We chatted for a few minutes, then he did the blessing, at which point I said, 'is that all it takes, I could have done that myself!' As he prepared to leave, I offered him a cup of tea, and we chatted some more. Once he found out that I was a lapsed and disillusioned Catholic, he invited me to come to the very informal Mother's Day service, to see what it was like and I agreed.

What I found there was a lovely, small, close community of people. Some warming and welcoming, some not so, but nevertheless a place where I felt that I would be able to worship in peace and harmony, without pressure. I did not go to church every week, but was looked after well, whenever I was well enough to attend. Sometimes, I would just walk up there and talk to god when there wasnt a service and can remember lying down in despair and asking my lord for guidance and receiving it instantly...........

This is when we decided to move, to the big city of Norwich. Back to the beginning, moving in and finding that my new humble abode, was positioned in a spot where it felt like all the ley lines in the whole world converged beneath my house. This house was kind to me and allowed me to open up and get increasing glimpses of my true self.

But as I said, back to the beginning. A friendly warm hearted approach to people was greeted with a growing sense of disease and in fact resentment and sometimes complete revulsion from the neighbours. As I endeavoured to come to terms with this and try to change it, we went through bumpy times and the local children pendulum swung, from wanting to like me, but being told that they should not by their elders.

A catalogue of disasters followed, as the disease crept back into my life, but I have valiantly battled against this maelstrom of other peoples emotions and found myself looking at who I have always been, when I glance in the mirror to see if I look respectable enough to venture out. I have also completely restored my faith in the one true God, which has always been there, but has flickered and waned at times, as life has been difficult, but I have always known he was there for me and he has always looked after me through good and bad.--DitsyDaisy 18:53, 14 October 2007 (UTC)