and what was to come up Thursday morning, then?...well, an elderly man was to stop me, near to the 'sheen' for sale sign - at the corner of ellis road...to tell me that yesterday, the sign had said 'sold' and yet today it said 'for sale'....he appeared to have an anxiety about it....we then both agreed that it had had that 'for sale' sign up for years....sometimes the wind blew it down but somebody always put it back up again....how odd....this is the 'building-on-the-corner' of ellis road/rosemary road west...the one where ling's mob had programmed on top - with the aerials...."adding children and adults to their network" replies BI ONLINE....anyway, this evening - I was to pull up quite a bit more...surrounding that clump....first up, a card-upon-the-timer system....of a sort of psychedelic monkey....supposed to represent Malcolm stredwick, as far as I know....a wake-up call to both my mother and to MI6 john (who had connections to Stourbridge police station, as far as I can remember)....see previous notes upon stredwick choosing the 'monkey drummer' out of the banana splits to represent himself etc etc....in short, this was something around 'red fez' child-abuser Malcolm stredwick...who had met my mother with mrs fishwick, in Norfolk...but then programmed my mother to remember that meeting as bobby's 50th wedding anniversary....next up, it is something around what had happened to adam fishwick....see previous notes upon 'milk-bottle-soul-trapping'....and if 'that one' is related to that house-on-the-corner....it needs to be investigated fast....next up, it is something around what deb McDonough could remember of Stourbridge police station...my mother used to do some 'medical work' there, now and then....she was to take deb and I, along - unpaid 'psychics' (we were schoolgirls at the time - 'radio witches' if you prefer - those who could 'see' and 'hear' things that others couldn't)....deb was to spot a certain plainclothes-man-in-the-police-canteen...."an inside job" replies BI ONLINE...yes, the man that they were trying to track down, appeared to be 'one of their own'...he then followed me to Stourbridge junction train-station...and was picked up on the cctv....he would have attacked me if I hadn't pretended that I had a radio-under-my-lapel, at the time....go figure:
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