Dear me, what a past week. Twisted my ankle, twice in one day. Looked within and there was a palpable resistance sitting there, like a spoilt child I might add, no an adult definitely an adult. 

Arranged a day to work on it, and the day started badly and got worse. Goaded, attacked, tripping myself up, even feeling sorry for myself! I had to give up and retreat. Now I've not had that sort of stuff happen to me since 2016, the year I was nudged to wake up. I recognised it.

There's a big one to deal with that's for sure and he or she is not going to go quietly. 

Here goes.