You 'need to point out'? That's your opinion, not a fact.

You have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land

From Home by Warsan Shire
http://seekershub.org/blog/2015/09/home-warsan-shire/

Have a read and educate yourself.

No comments on the diary at all this week, although I can guarantee some have been submitted. And she wonders why we post here?

I do agree BellaFiga, but I have a nasty feeling that perhaps she is simply not coping at present. Leaving out the fact that I wouldn't get myself into such a bad personal and financial state (I hope), she has been digging herself even deeper since she moved to Exmoor.

I mean, some of the things she is telling her readers are simply not things you would want to tell total strangers and neither are all of them true or accurate. It seems she has nobody to discuss things with and I am disgusted with the Daily Mail/MOS - doesn't the welfare of their writers matter to them at all? I suspect she has, over time, got on their nerves too, but that doesn't vitiate their responsibility to her. She needs help and they should steer her to people that can do that.

I looked again at the estate agent's description of her property (it still seems to be up for sale) http://www.rightmove.co.uk/property-...-53214913.html and on picture of kitchen (No. 15 on slideshow), there appears to be a sink (to the left of photo, with yellow Marigolds draped by them .... so, unless I'm hallucinating, THAT IS A STAINLESS STEEL SINK. Or have I got it wrong? Is that a pic of the kitchen in cottage that's going with the house? Confused

But of course, Liz being Liz, IF that's the main house's kitchen, maybe a plebeian stainless steel sink wasn't good enough and she wants a Wedgewood porcelain 'Butler's Sink' with platinum taps ... or something.

I don't really think the owners of the Mail have much in the way of a conscience. Also, they could steer her, but would she go? I'm not sure. She won't even sort out this "too anxious to take my anxiety meds" thing. I agree she's having a bit of a meltdown - though I do suspect some of ramped up for efffect.

I'm fairly sure that's the kitchen in one of the flats. There's a floor plan on the estate agent's brochure and the window placement seems to fit into the cottage/flats rather than the main house. Didn't she say she had the original kitchen ripped out because it was hideous? The one in the photo doesn't look to me like one she'd have replaced 'hideous' with.
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This is how it was in 2011 before Liz bought it. The kitchen is where the study is now I think - picture 8 on slideshow. The ivy seems to have been removed from the house front as well.

http://www.zoopla.co.uk/property-his...1-6nq/15589839

Oh no, that's sullied my favourite painting for ever

Again off topic, but while feel very concerned for actual war torn refugees, the disenfranchised young male migrants (no idea if they 're legal or not) that hang around Dover in large groups are intimidating whether you're male or female. It's not good.

Could we send Jonesy down to interview them? She's a journalist, you know.

I wonder if not taking pills could also be a fear of putting on weight, as some mood enhancing medication does have that as a side effect.

Lizbott would be thrown into the deepest depression of her life if that happens.

She could do - might even find her Romeo amongst them.
If she comes down here I'm not putting her up !

That could be part of it. I was on tricyclic antidepressants (couldn't take SSRIs due to contraindicated other meds) for depression and they made me a right fat fcker. I've lost about two and a half stone now but it doesn't help your mood at all if your meds put weight on. I couldn't walk to the shops without leg and back pain.

I hear you. I know what that's like though different type of drug. Actually slightly more than doubled in weight from drug damage. But like I said, there's a nice side to it as well

Last year I was extremely ill for FOUR bloody months (all began with a throat infection that led to a lung infection .. and on and on and on. Thank heavens for UCLH - they even made a colonoscopy - well, not exactly fun, but bearable Not one bit of me that hasn't had a little camera up me, down me, been unltrasounded, CAT-scanned, MRI-d, X-rayed, echo-cardiogrammed .... you name it, they did it.

Turned out cause of the problem is ... an allergy to cats messing up my lungs. And I LOVE cats and have always had one around ... so for 74 years, the little furry fiends had been silently and innocently making my lungs sort of 'moth-eaten' !!! Gotta love 'em

I'm on a pretty mild anti anxiety med, very low dose. Just takes the edge off my fear of a recurrence of last year's illness. Don't have cat any longer - ironic that the poor little girl developed a fast growing and virulent cancer before hospital finally diagnosed my problem, and she was PTS immediately as I didn't want her to have another moment's pain once vet diagnosed her. Incidentally, I was, and looked, so very ill when I took cat on the final fatal trip to vet, I weakly joked that vet didn't know which one of us to' put to sleep' first!

Anyway, not noticed any weight gain with my anti-anxiety med - but like I said, it's NOT an anti-depressant (tried those once, had a very rare and severe psycotic reaction and advised by a shrink to keep away from them).

Thus endeth my medical bulletin! IF Jones has been prescribed some meds for anxiety, then pretty daft to not at least give them a try. I wonder if she consults a private doctor - and isn't an NHS patient like us proles?

Going back to the kitchen...I'm pretty sure that picture 15 is one of the cottage kitchens, and that picture 9 is the kitchen in the main house that LJ's had put in. It's pretty sparse as kitchens go, and I'd like to bet that anyone who's coughing up £850,000 for a country house in the Dales isn't going to be impressed with that. Especially when, for almost the same price, and in the same village, you could have this...

http://www.rightmove.co.uk/property-...-46139326.html

I know which I'd rather have.

See what you mean, Polomini - the 'kitchen' in Jones's house is the one with a 'butcher's block' thingie in the middle of the room ... but no sink in sight, though is there a tiny glimpse of a cooker far left? And that bedroom, with the drab grey duvet, pillows ... assume colour is to 'blend in' with stress wees and, ahem, other 'accidents' from the hounds.

Love the other house you linked us to ... now .... (thinks ...) IF I sold my Islington house, that I've KEPT and lived in since I bought it in 1994, when Islington was still considered a bit of a dump, I might be just about able to buy it, if I sold a kidney or something ...but OMG, think of having Jones as a neighbour

Ah well, of course, that's the thing - she probably won't be there that much longer so you could be (kidneyfree) Queen of the Dales instead. (Personally, though, I think Islington's probably more fun...)

PS - note the unrepossessed Merc in photo 12 of the slide show - must've been before the Repo Man's visit.

OK .... won't put my 74 and a half years old kidney on Ebay. The National Blood Transfusion Service don't even want my blood any longer (although I have a very very rare group and when I was younger, they were always begging me to come in and give another pint ... got certificates to prove my generosity!)

Seriously, Islington IS huge fun. And I have lovely young neighbours and always have. They've never shot at my box ... sorry, letter box ... or stalked me and although I'm a journalist (more or less retired) I've never published an account of an erotic passion for the local vet (a no-nonsense Aussie) or owed local tradespeople money.

I am lovely and charming and HELPFUL, everyone leaves their keys with me so I can let in, and keep an eye on, repair people, when neighbours are at work. I take in parcels for all of the neighbours - every post person, courier firm in the area knows that I'm always here to do this. Before I got so arthritic, I sometimes walked a neighbour's dog, and I am ALWAYS polite and understanding dealing with shop assistants, hotel receptionists etc. (Bit of name-dropping here: Whistles, GAP, Reiss all lovely when a seventy year plus old crone staggers in ... unlike some other shops I could mention).

I don't own untrained dogs that eat sheep and maul cats - though until May last year, I owned psycho-cat (RIP), who once managed to 'liberate' a neighbour's beloved pet canary from its cage and ... never mind. Still a mystery how cat managed to unlock a cage ...

And I make my own bread and share it with all the neighbours. Also curries, made from scratch (grinding up spices and all that stuff).

So there, Jones. Next time you move, why not TRY being nice? Instead of being such a pain in your size 16 arse?

(Sorry - got a bit carried away ... but honestly, the stupid woman doesn't do herself any favours.)

Amikolaichek - I am the oldest resident in my neighbourhood and it can be fun. I am also currently entertaining four cats belonging to other people, as well as all my own. You have made me wonder if I too have a cat allergy (living in a small house with nine cats). I take Prozac but not as an antidepressant - taken in the morning, it is an excellent painkiller for the night time. Checked on house - Liz is no longer selling via the agents in Richmond.

There is one glaring difference (apart from all the other stuff previously mentioned) between chez Jones and that other house on the market linked to above....

It looks lived in and real. Cosy. Welcoming... and above all, somewhere you could imagine yourself living!

Jones' pad looks fake, styled to within an inch and sparse. I cant imagine being able to relax in it.

amikolaichek you sound like a great person to be around.

The Jones property looks almost Dickensianly chilly and unwelcoming. All that stone flooring and floorboarding in the North of England. Actually maybe she was going for a Bronte parsonage look.

I think it looks chilly and unwelcoming simply because there's nothing much in it, and what there is makes minimal seem cluttered. It's almost as if nobody actually calls it their home and has just plonked bits of furniture rather randomly.

Property programmes, to which I confess a small addiction, always tell prospective buyers to look beyond the current furniture and think of creating their own home. Blank canvas, etc. But first impressions do count, and walking into an empty, soulless shell would be off-putting, and it would be hard to forget those pink sofas (of which much has been written in the Diaries).

The new kitchen seems very peculiar. As well as - apparently - no sink (which I do find hard to believe), is there a cupboard or, indeed, cupboards? Work surfaces? The configuration of the dining room and "library" (study) is odd. I would image the kitchen was on the lower ground floor in days gone by (probably with a range in the fireplace), but previous owners created the kitchen off the dining room in order to have a fourth bedroom on the lower level.

It's more than a little sad, actually, to see this unloved house. And says quite a lot about its current owner.

I can still see it listed as 'available' on Robin Jessop's site: http://www.robinjessop.co.uk/propert...house-low-row/