The planets continue to be mixed up and at odds with each other throughout the next three months. However the timely arrival of Sun, Venus and Jupiter in Gemini promise a bright start to June and the summer months.
Between the 9th May and 27th June we have some beneficial influences from Mercury and Venus.
The 6th May brings the annual full moon in Scorpio. Intense, brooding and unpredictable. Perhaps a little chilly too! Best not to plan a B.B.Q this Bank Holiday Monday!
Any tensions lurking underneath the surface will come to the fore. Paving the way for a clearer and better feeling all round after the 7th May.
On the 10th May the Sun, Mercury and Jupiter in Taurus harmonise well with the Moon in Capricorn. A very earthy and practical combination. A time to get things done and forge ahead with plans.
On the 25th May Mercury moves on into the sign of Gemini.
This really is going to be a summer to remember for Taurus & Gemini (or indeed anyone who has a strong influence of that sign in their personal Birth Chart.)
It is a time for love, success and celebrations. There might even be more money for us all as money planets liven up.
The Jubilee celebrations should kick the summer off to a good start with the extra Bank Holiday in June. The feel good factor will return to Britain and everyone will be in a more sociable and partying mood.
The Sun, Venus, Mercury in Gemini is joined by Jupiter bringing wonderful things in June.
Neptune in Pisces will sit comfortably with this and encourage us all to be more creative as well as inventive. We will all have ideas and plans to make our lives easier.
On the 27th June Mercury arrives in Leo. This is excellent for the three fire signs, of Leo, Aries and Sagittarius. For the rest of you , beware of being too blunt or too outrageous when the feel good factor takes hold!
Fortunately Mars in Virgo will exercise caution and brings a little order to things. However this influence will help bring secret ambitions to then fore and many of you will be considering a new job, or long awaited house move.
It is a summer to remember for many reasons.
The Queen, who celebrates her Jubilee of sixty years on the throne, must be congratulated. As she is a sun sign Taurus with Leo Moon, she was born to Rule, thrive and succeed.
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COMING SOON:
Why is the Moon sign so important?
Many of you know that when you come to see me I look up the date of birth of either yourself, or that of someone close to you, in order to find where the Moon was at your time of birth. It is of great importance and I will write more about this next time.
For now……….. Have a wonderful summer!
Stephanie!
Here is a little preview of my novel ‘French Destiny’ for those of you haven’t got your copy! This is the first chapter of the novel. Don’t forget, if you like what you read, you can download the rest here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/French-Destiny-ebook/dp/B007AGHHX0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1330180871&sr=8-1
Chapter 1
Saying goodbye to the radio presenter who had woken her up for the last seven years was the hardest. Not that he knew her of course, but Angie felt she knew him. Hearing the same voice whisper into your subconscious every morning through your radio alarm clock makes you feel you really know that person. After all, most days, his was the first voice Angie heard.
Saying goodbye to the neighbours, however, was not hard. Quite honestly, it was a relief to be moving away from them and their pettiness. If Angie and Mike ever allowed a mere inch of ivy to grow over the neighbours’ fence there would be the distinct tap, tap on the door asking them, politely and firmly, to remove it. They, on the other hand, suffered in silence with the untimely bonfires on a summer’s day, the incessant hammering in the garden shed and the whining of the poor dog tethered in a kennel.
Where Angie and Mike were moving to there would be no attached neighbours. Only neighbours who would be a safe distance away. That was something Angie was really looking forward to. Friends and family had gathered the previous week at a party arranged by Angie to wish them well. Many hinting loudly that they just knew it would not work out and they would soon be back.
Angie had ignored their vote of no confidence having vowed to only stay in touch with those she truly felt close to and not those to whom she had been forced to mix with for more years than she cared to remember. This was a point in her life when she did not want to be indebted to anyone. Without so much as a second thought Angie banged the front door of her old home shut with a final emphatic bang. Mike looked ashen. ‘Don’t you dare have second thoughts now!’ Angie struggled to make herself heard above the crescendo of the torrential rain and gale force wind. Water stung her eyes. It was difficult to hold back the tears.
These were not tears of sadness, but tears of pure frustration and fatigue. She pulled her cardigan tighter around her to somehow emphasise her determination and then, with a resounding thump of the car boot lid and without even so much as a backward glance at their long term, matrimonial home, she climbed into the passenger seat of the car alongside her husband, before promptly getting out again as she had spotted the newspaper boy across the street. He was a sweet young thing, tall and lanky but very reliable. Angie dashed across and pressed a few coins in his hand.
‘We are moving today.’ The boy struggled to recognise her.
Angie pointed to her empty house across the street whereupon the boy nodded in acknowledgment, but without enthusiasm.
‘Thanks for always remembering my paper and for never getting it wet.’
Angie dashed back across the street leaving the boy to shrug his shoulders and stuff the coins into his pocket.
Returning to the car and making herself comfortable, Angie turned and stared at Mike. ‘Are you ok? You have hardly said a word this morning.’ The seat belt was stuck and Angie tugged hard to release it from its resting position.
Muttering some inaudible reply, Mike switched on the ignition and roared off down the road heading towards the motorway and their future. The future they had both planned and yearned after, for so many years. Mike remained silent and stared straight ahead at the road. It was difficult for Angie to read him. It would never have occurred to her that actually Mike maybe feeling sad at leaving their home, so she dismissed his sombre mood.
‘Biscuit?’ a plain digestive was waved vaguely in the direction of Mike’s mouth.
He shook his head.
‘What is the matter with you?’ the irritation in Angie’s voice was hard to disguise and Mike bristled.
‘You do not have the monopoly on tiredness Ange. I am exhausted that’s all’.
‘So you are regretting this aren’t you?’
‘Is that a statement or a question. No, I , we, both want to do this. I am just tired and …’
‘and you feel the wrench of leaving the old house.’
Mike chose not to answer that last question but decided to take a biscuit instead.
Certainly there were no regrets for Angie, just enormous feelings of relief and excitement. Finally, after so many years of dreaming and planning they were off. Even the sale of the house had been straightforward, which fully convinced her, should she have needed any convincing they were doing the right thing.
Every single, scrap of furniture and general household items had been sold. All memories and associations of the past were extinguished. Angie was determined, to start from scratch and create a whole, new life. After 22 years of marriage, she desperately needed a new style along with a new challenge. For instance, she had hated her old dining table with a passion. It had been handed down from Mike’s aunt when they married and they had never had the heart to tell the family that Angie positively hated it. Mike didn’t think it was that bad, but then Angie had reminded him that he never saw bad in anything or anyone.
Mike was like that. He was easy going, placid and anything for a quiet life. Like the time his mother had bought them a pair of curtains for their bedroom. ’These will look good in your room dear.’ her mother in law had stated firmly. Angie had hated those too, but Mike had always shrugged his shoulders and dismissed Angie’s point of view. Oh, it was not as though she wasn’t grateful. She was. However, Mike’s family had almost, between them all, furnished their house from top to bottom. Of course, she was grateful, she just hated all of it. It was not to her taste and was so obviously second hand.
Everything had always reminded her of her childhood years, when she had been farmed out to stay with an aged aunt and it was not a memory she particularly wanted to recall, yet day in and day out, she lived with the musty smell of old furniture. For longer than she cared to remember, she had longed for the feel of crisp, new cloth, or the unmistakable smell and feel of new carpets and rugs, but no, it was never to be. Mike had always said best to be grateful until they could afford something else. The trouble was, they never had. The opportunity had never arisen until now.
Each month had rolled into the next, only to become another year. Now, 22 years had gone by and she had finally jumped for joy as she had stood and watched all the old, smelly, rickety furniture being piled up on the back of some old, gypsy wagon. It was driven by a dodgy looking man with no teeth and a home rolled up cigarette permanently lodged between his lips. He claimed, to be a professional house clearance specialist. She had not batted an eyelid at his obvious conning nature. In fact, it gave her absolute pleasure. She knew full well, that he was spinning her a whole load of blarney, but it merely added to her elation. The past was finally gone. When the lorry eventually disappeared from sight, tears rolled down Angie’s face. Tears of pure and utter joy.
During their life together, Mike and Angie had raised a daughter and that was one area of their life where Angie had managed to put her foot down. There were to be no hand me downs for her daughter. Any spare cash that she had out of her weekly budget would be spent on Clare. Angie had made sure Clare had not missed out in any way nor had been treated differently from her friends. ’You spoil that girl,’ her mother in law had rebuked, quite disapprovingly, but Angie had ignored her and her efforts had obviously paid off. Clare had now grown into a confident, as well as talented, twenty two year old.
It was, perhaps, a little unfortunate that, Clare had arrived exactly a month before Angie and Mike’s wedding and consequently causing maximum embarrassment to Mike’s mum, who had carefully avoided the news of the impending arrival, obviously hoping against hope that the baby would arrive after the wedding. The awful thing was that Angie’s wedding dress, so carefully made by Mike’s aunt to conceal such an event, had no longer been suitable causing seams and buttons to be quickly re-sewn and re-arranged. Still, at least that dress had not been second hand, although Angie had long suspected, but had no proof, that the silk material used had most likely been recycled from something else. She had cringed at the thought that her wedding dress had probably once been someone’s curtains.
So, that was how it had been for twenty two years – twenty two, long years. It was not as though there was anything really wrong with Mike’s family, they were not bad people and never wittingly unkind, they were just too claustrophobic. Angie and Mike could not do anything, or go anywhere, without a family conference. They, of course, always knew best or so they thought.. Mike had never stood up to his mother or any other member of his family and had always persuaded Angie to do the same. He could not bear a fuss or upset of any kind. Confrontation was alien to him. At times he would side with his family and would consider Angie to be something of an ungrateful whinger. This would just compound Angie’s frustration and despair.
Fortunately, Clare was different. She was maturing into a very individual and independent young woman, who grew up determined to be her own person from day one and secretly Angie admired her for it.
Clare had now flown the nest and was enjoying herself immensely in London. Wise for her years, she was self-assured and Angie and Mike had no fears for her future. They often congratulated themselves on having done a good job, although secretly, Angie felt it was more down to her than Mike, but had never dared say so.
There were no more children after Clare, particularly after all the fuss and drama of her arrival, when Mike’s mother had strongly imposed her wishes on how Clare should be brought up, as well as declaring her obvious disappointment at Clare being a girl by announcing to Angie in the maternity ward, ’Never mind dear, I am sure it will be a boy next time.’ Angie decided she just could not face going through yet another family event. Mike had been disappointed at the time and for years had harboured the secret longing for a son. It was obvious he felt he had let his parents down by not producing a replica of himself to carry on the family name. From time to time, his Mother would refer to it in conversation. ‘Such a pity you are the last male in our family dear,’ she would say. Angie, as always, would remain silent and just inwardly seethe.
The motorway journey was soon over and as they headed closer to the port, Angie realised that, yet again, she had relived their twenty-two years together in her mind. She seemed to have been doing that a lot recently. Unfortunately, they had only known each other a very short time when she had realised she was pregnant, or rather Mike’s mum had blatantly blurted out across the tea table, ‘You look very peaky Angela!’
It had been said with such accusation that Angie had wished the floor would open up and swallow her. The memory of that day still stuck painfully in her memory like a thorn stuck in a thumb. No sooner had the doctor confirmed her condition, than Angie found herself having been organised by Mike’s family into a ‘big do’ and what a ‘big do‘ it was. She had often felt extremely guilty that her poor parents had hardly had a look in, but then she rather got the impression at the time, that her dad had been somewhat relieved not to have been lumbered with the bill. Mike’s mum had of course kindly seen to that, as indeed she had seen to everything, right up until she had died suddenly, only a year ago. No one, not least Mike, had ever questioned his mother’s motives, or for that matter, where she had got the money from.
Her death, therefore, came as a tremendous shock. Angie was the first to admit that she felt grief-stricken, even though her mother in law had been the bane of her life. There was no way Angie could ever say she disliked her or the rest of Mike’s family, she just disliked their domination. She now feared how Mike was ever going to cope. After all, his mother and his aunty had made every decision for him since he had been born and now, at the age of 46, he was on his own. His father was still alive, but was hopeless. He, too, had been dominated by the women of the family and had become used to being organised and looked after by his wife for at least fifty years.
Often, during their life together Mike discussed the desire to move away and “live the dream” in the South of France. He shared Angie’s dream of developing a new life elsewhere, but they couldn’t, of course, because of his mum. In her mind, France was the other side of the world and she could never have coped. So much emotional blackmail was put on to Mike, that their dreams were always put on hold for a future date. From time to time, he would attempt to placate Angie by continuing to discuss and plan it all, always trying to reassure her that one day, somehow, they would make that move. Every year they holidayed in France. They felt they knew it all very well.
In between visits, Angie would read books and magazines about France. She had a collection of ‘how to do it’ books and considered that she knew, more or less, all there was to know about living in France. Her ultimate dream would be, one day, to write a book about living in France, herself, to occupy her retirement years. Before that, though, they had made plans about the house and the style that they had wanted. They both agreed the south was a must, not only for the climate, but, mainly because they did not want to be too accessible to the English ports as they had heard, from many others, how their homes in France had become free hotels for all and sundry. Angie would turn cold and panic stricken at the very thought of all Mike’s family turning up, en masse, for their holidays. Images of her mother in law arriving with gifts and taking it upon herself to re-arrange Angie’s kitchen were just too painful to consider.
Angie had never recovered from one memorable occasion when Mike’s mother had arrived and promptly produced a new bright red ugly toaster and proceeded to quickly place it on the work top and skilfully removing Angie’s old favourite stainless steel one, and before her own eyes threw the old one into the pedal bin before announcing with a firm smile, ‘There, that’s better, don’t you think?’ Angie had been too speechless to reply at the time.
It had been that fateful, cold Tuesday when they had received a telephone call that their dream had started to become a reality. Mike’s mum had died – just like that and, only aged 68. No warning. Nothing. She had been fine, or so it had appeared. Nothing had prepared them for the bombshell and certainly nothing for the huge shock that was to follow, when the will had, finally, been found.
It became apparent that many years ago, when Mike himself had been just a young boy, his mother had received a large inheritance from an uncle. He had been her father’s elder brother, who had never married or had children; a man that Mike had barely known, as he had only been about four years old when this happened. Mike’s mother was a shrewd lady and had invested most of it, after buying one or two things for herself and for her children. Now, forty years later, they discovered for the first time that Mike and his sister were now the proud owners of two farm cottages and a village shop, as she had willed it wholly to them and not to her husband to avoid complications.
Angie observed, that the shock aged Mike overnight. His father insisted that he had known about this all along and that it was also his wish that Mike and his sister were bequeathed these properties. After all, there would be another when he died. Inflation had been kind and forty years had seen a huge increase in values. Poor Mike had nearly collapsed with the enormity of it all.
And so, events took over and it had been decided they would sell their own home, which would raise enough cash to buy a farmhouse in France and in time the other properties would be sold, leaving them a nice nest egg for their future. All three properties currently had tenants, one of whom had lived there for many years, but Mike and his sister were prepared, to wait. They were in no hurry and, anyway, needed time to come to terms with everything. Mike felt his life had been turned upside down so greatly, that it made him physically ill.
Meanwhile, Angie, whilst sad that her mother-in-law had been robbed of her life at what was considered relatively young, in this day and age, could not deny her inner-feelings of joy. It was impossible for her to grieve in the same way as Mike. Her mother-in-law had dominated her life and her marriage. Her position, as Mike’s wife and Clare’s mother, was always secondary to her mother-in-law. Her own parents had both died relatively young and in fairly quick succession of each other, leaving Angie feeling abandoned and orphaned, but Mike’s family had merely brushed it aside, as they did with any problem, encouraging Angie to get on with things and to be even closer to them. Now, she had been released from living a daily misery, which had followed her relentlessly. At last, she was free – or so she thought.
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Hello Everybody,
Hope you are all going to enjoy the new era that will begin now that Neptune is in Pisces. This will take us all into a more peaceful,
romantic and spiritual phase.
Jupiter continues to be in Taurus until June when it will move on to Gemini. Improving money matters all round. Uranus in Aries all year continues to be wild and unpredictable. So look forward to a lively few months ahead!
Now for some exciting news! My novel ‘French Destiny’ is now available for sale on Amazon Kindle under my author name ‘Dominique Russell’. Available to download now to Kindle, iPod, iPhone, or even your Laptop/PC when you download the kindle store. Please check it out on this link: http://www.amazon.co.uk/French-Destiny-ebook/dp/B007AGHHX0/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1329734220&sr=8-7
“Searching for a new and exhilarating life abroad together in the intoxicating sun, scenery and atmosphere of Provence, Angie and Mike sell up and emigrate, but with startling and unforeseen consequences.”
More novels to come soon!
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01453 450599
07794 380158
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Have a happy Spring.
Stephanie
Provisional artwork for my forthcoming novel ‘French Destiny’ can now be viewed.
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