This morning I now realise that the 13th ill cult game is now at an end...there were three symbols to signify that one and two were yesterday:

BI knew that I had to buy LOCH salmon but the only LOCH salmon on sale at SAINSBURYS was:

LOCH TARBERT - so I bought a couple of slices and ate them for supper.

An upper-middle class woman also showed me a Sicilian wine called CANTI with a RED/BLACK logo and this was supposed to be the 'antidote' to some ill cult product that I had eaten - which would have killed me off with something...but i have no memories as yet, to what was in the food or what it was supposed to do - probably just as well.

Anyway, last night I 'dreamt' of the last item and that was of a light YELLOW GRAPEFRUIT and PRINCE WILLIAM saying that it was 'home' - his colour was always a light YELLOW and i was supposed to 'go home' as a slave, to him.

On top of that - MARK R had programmed with that film about GILBERT GRAPE...yes, PRINCE WILLIAM was supposed to be the GRAPE...GILL was 'GIL' and 'BERT'...I suppose that was either MARK R or MCDONALD...and i suppose that meant 'choose your slave master' time...except that I have no 'master' at all.

I am the Jooish Orthodox wife of MARTIN GILL and if I see him as my 'lord and master' that is my own private affair and it is NOTHING to do with the ill cult - see previous notes upon the B'HAM SYNAGOGUE wedding.

Yes, we finally managed to get married and we come as a 'pair'...I wonder if that was why my Swiss Grandmother ate a Commis PEAR every day of her life...something there...

In fact, I can remember now...that jooish SLAVE marriage (for one year) in NY...GILL had told me beforehand that when it came to the 'dance' that I had to do what I felt...it was the most important part of the whole ritual...he kept on telling me NOT to listen to the jooish orthodox women who were planning the ceremony. Unfortunately I was too weak-minded and bullied into doing what they wanted...and they taught me how to do 'slave movements' to ensure my death at the end of the year...I had no idea what movements they were teaching me to do at all...that 'does my bum look big' woman was there...along with her evil little mice friends.

Not so - the next time around at the B'HAM SYNAGOGUE.