Thank goodness men landed on the moon in 1969; I watched it on tv. It is certainly true that man will become so clever that he will destroy himself. I wanted to work for Nasa when I was a child. Sometimes I convulse and I think the British Government have put something in my body to tag me. I used to have a security tag in my left ankle on the outside part of my leg. It was removed at Christmas 1968 when my father was still alive. I was told to put my feet in the oven at 18 Pitmansfield Harlow Essex and warm my feet up. Then I laid down beside the fire and I was with my fiance Paul Maliszewski (his father was Marion Maliszewski from Poland – he escaped in the second world war on a motorbike and he was from Warsaw. He was a school caretaker at Churchgate Street School in Old Harlow Essex when I married Paul Maliszewski in 1969. Marion Maliszewski died of a massive heart attack at Epping Hospital after suffering a heart attack at Somerfield (Summerwood?) School Harlow Essex and he was almost due to retire.

He was a lovely man. After the removal of my tag which used to show a bump in my ankle, I woke up with a huge blister on my ankle and still have a circular scar. My father was then taken to hospital and put in an oxygen tent at Princess Alexandra Hospital in Harlow Essex. Strange things began to happen in our family and then he fled to Merthyr Tydfil and died suddenly. Sometimes I convulse violently. There are too many spies on the Earth with low IQ’s!

I don’t know what this one was drinking or smoking, but I know I don’t want any. People scare me.

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