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<title>18 Apr 2012 09:32:30 GMTChange Of Plan!</title>
<description>Once again apologies for appalling tardiness, but my life has changed course yet again, albeit temporarily. It was my intention to return to Africa on the 4th of this month and yet that date has come and gone and still I find myself in London. My decision to leave Carol to her own devices was met</description>
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<title>26 Feb 2012 21:36:01 GMTAnd Then There Were Two</title>
<description>To say I've been having an interesting time is some what of an understatement. Earlier this month I was diagnosed with breast cancer for the second time. I believe I mentioned a scare about six months ago but tests showed I was ok, but a second test proved to be positive. When I'm in England next</description>
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<pubDate>26 Feb 2012 21:36:01 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>20 Jan 2012 23:55:23 GMTBelated Happy New Year!</title>
<description>I do apologise for the tardiness of this blog but the entire month of December was hectic to say the least. I finished my book by my deadline of December 20th, my birthday and also two days before the sun moved out of Sagittarius and into Capricorn. I wanted the force to be with me during the final</description>
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<pubDate>20 Jan 2012 23:55:23 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>26 Nov 2011 02:39:08 GMTIt's Too Darn Hot!</title>
<description>IT IS HOT. VERY.VERY. HOT. And it's only November which is officially the last month of Spring. So what December, January and February will be like, I shudder to think. The temperature has been 38 - 39 degrees for two weeks now with very high humidity. I've retreated to my bedroom and the relief</description>
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<pubDate>26 Nov 2011 02:39:08 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>17 Oct 2011 04:17:51 GMTIt's Pissing Down</title>
<description>I just read an article on the BBC website written by Cindy Gallup extolling the virtues of transparency. She has my support 100%. There were a few responses to her article, all of which were negative, so I can only assume the correspondents had failed totally to comprehend the wisdom</description>
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<pubDate>17 Oct 2011 04:17:51 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>10 Sep 2011 01:03:28 GMTThe Most Glorious Time</title>
<description>I'd been having the most glorious time, spending day after day at my beautiful dam. I'd hit a sticky patch with the book; it had started to feel like homework - something I'd always hated at school -and certainly not conducive to creativity. I emailed my wonderful editor Douglas about the situation</description>
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<pubDate>10 Sep 2011 01:03:28 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>29 Jul 2011 00:06:04 GMTUp And Running</title>
<description>We're having the most glorious winter and I'm in my element! The days are warm and sunny and I spend a lot of them at the dam. But the nights... At around 4pm the temperature starts to drop and by 5 it's definitely very cold. I feed the 'kids', turn on the electric blanket and by 6 we're all tucked</description>
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<pubDate>29 Jul 2011 00:06:04 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>12 Jun 2011 03:36:31 GMTEvery Cloud...</title>
<description>The day after I wrote my last blog I found my new home and moved into it three weeks ago. I'm not sure if I've gone from the sublime to the ridiculous, or the ridiculous to the sublime; but it certainly couldn't be more different from my cottage in the bush! I'm now in a flat in town! I took it</description>
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<pubDate>12 Jun 2011 03:36:31 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>02 May 2011 11:05:05 GMTIt Never Rains...</title>
<description>I'm feeling less than thrilled at the moment. Concern over my perilous financial situation - I've never concealed the fact that I'm seriously broke - which has worsened due to the low pound, thus reducing my pension by a third had caused me to find sleep elusive to say the least. So to divert myself</description>
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<pubDate>02 May 2011 11:05:05 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>31 Mar 2011 13:02:55 GMTA New Home</title>
<description>I've been home for three weeks now and the reality of bush life has seen my London experience and all that it involved losing definition and dissolving into the mists of memory. But that's true of most holidays isn't it; so rich and vivid at the time and then so quickly muted by the minutiae of the</description>
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<pubDate>31 Mar 2011 13:02:55 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>16 Mar 2011 03:22:11 GMTWildest Expectations</title>
<description>Before I go any further please allow me to apologise for the lateness of this blog, but my feet didn't touch the ground during my visit to the land of my fathers'; I didn't have a minute to myself, let alone time to write and since arriving home I have been unable to get an internet connection. Took</description>
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<pubDate>16 Mar 2011 03:22:11 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>07 Feb 2011 10:52:52 GMTI'm So Excited</title>
<description>In exactly one week's time I shall be on a 'plane flying back to 'the land of my fathers' and I'm giddy with excitement and anticipation. The prospect of seeing my loved ones after an absence of two years is so exhilarating; I can hardly wait. I shall be based in London but have several side trips</description>
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<pubDate>07 Feb 2011 10:52:52 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>13 Jan 2011 21:42:05 GMTI Wish You The Most Joyous Of New Years!</title>
<description>I trust you all had a wonderful Christmas, mine was magic, although to be honest I don't really enjoy Christmas en Afrique: I like mine to be crisp and cold not hot and humid, and this year was very hot and very humid... It doesn't feel right sitting down to lunch with sweat sliding down my face and</description>
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<pubDate>13 Jan 2011 21:42:05 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>05 Dec 2010 12:04:11 GMTUp Yours Poverty!</title>
<description>Last night I spent five hours writing my blog, wanted to check it this morning before sending it, went into 'drafts' and the fucker isn't there!!! Why not, I ask myself. Needless to say I can't remember what I wrote, will have to start all over again, and will undoubtedly find it after I've sent</description>
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<pubDate>05 Dec 2010 12:04:11 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>03 Nov 2010 07:35:24 GMTThank You</title>
<description>It happened - my dream for Lux came true. It took me three weeks before I had the courage to telephone Hilda at the SPCA and ask how Lux was. I couldn't bear to hear that she was still there, alone in a cage, lost and so confused as to why she was there. But I didn't hear that! I heard instead that</description>
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<title>27 Sep 2010 05:21:13 GMTLux</title>
<description>I think I wrote in one of my blogs that Snooze was attacked by one of my other dogs: it was when Fred was here who was fighting with Rusty at the time, and suddenly Lux turned on Snooze and attacked her, quite savagely. I managed to break it up, but Snooze needed an operation, many stiches and two</description>
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<title>24 Aug 2010 20:15:27 GMTMartin</title>
<description>August - the final month of the short South African winter and I can feel the dread of the approaching summer turning the blood in my veins to ice; in fact it simply fills me with incipient hysteria: if summer turned the blood in my veins to ice my problems would be solved - well - in that regard</description>
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<pubDate>24 Aug 2010 20:15:27 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>20 Jul 2010 00:06:17 GMTA Special Friend</title>
<description>My beautiful Candy died four days ago. She suddenly went down hill, although the previous week she had shown signs of improvement. I took her into the vet, who took more x-rays which showed that the tumour had increased in size and nothing more could be done for her. Up until then her quality of</description>
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<pubDate>20 Jul 2010 00:06:17 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>11 Jun 2010 22:28:05 GMTCandy</title>
<description>I'm feeling very sad - again - but for a different reason. My beloved Candy is very ill and the outlook doesn't bode well. A few weeks ago she began having trouble keeping her food down. She'd eat half her dinner - with great gusto - then go outside, bring it up and start all over again, with the</description>
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<title>20 May 2010 05:22:19 GMTLife's A Bitch And Then You Die!</title>
<description>I'm feeling a little overwhelmed by the sadness of life at the moment. Not my own, but the sadness I see around me, particularly where animals are concerned. I can see the monkeys in the Sanctuary from my garden and this evening I saw one of them - Baboo - in a tree by himself sitting in the</description>
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<pubDate>20 May 2010 05:22:19 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>16 Apr 2010 00:33:42 GMTFred Had To Go</title>
<description>Fred had to go... He and Rusty got into a serious punch-up and as they fought ferociously, Candy and Lux turned on Snooze. I broke it up with a bucket of water, no-one seemed hurt, until I went to dry Snooze off and saw she was seriously bitten on her neck and shoulders. I knew then that Fred had to</description>
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<pubDate>16 Apr 2010 00:33:42 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>05 Mar 2010 01:25:31 GMTAnd Then There Were Six</title>
<description>I've been living on my own for the past two months; Eveline's mother who lives in France, was taken ill so Eveline went over to look after her. She intended to be away for a month, but one month stretched into two and (with any luck, oops!) may even extend to three. I've LOVED being completely alone</description>
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<pubDate>05 Mar 2010 01:25:31 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>05 Jan 2010 06:42:41 GMTA New Beginning</title>
<description>Once again my apologies for the lateness of this blog, but SO MUCH has happened since last I wrote. My biggest news is that I no longer live at the sanctuary; I've moved into a house immediately behind the VMF from which I can still see the monkeys and have contact with them. Why did I move? I</description>
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<pubDate>05 Jan 2010 06:42:41 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>12 Oct 2009 08:28:55 GMTI Loved My Life in Byfleet</title>
<description>I loved my life in Byfleet. No; I didn't. I loved Byfleet, not the life I lived there. I was born in the (then) small town of Woking, Surrey in December 1943, (For the astrologically aware, it was the 20th, making me a Sagittarian) and after her confinement mother and child returned to their home in</description>
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<pubDate>12 Oct 2009 08:28:55 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>31 Aug 2009 10:44:14 GMTNigel</title>
<description>One Saturday afternoon, Dave arrived at my cottage with a tiny baby, four or five months old, extremely thin, completely dehydrated and consequently very weak. He was from a bandit troop, had become separated from his mother, and was found by a vol - Liz - trying to catch the drips from the spout of</description>
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<pubDate>31 Aug 2009 10:44:14 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>19 Jul 2009 10:45:02 GMTDrewe</title>
<description>I feel piqued, pissed off and puzzled, and I'll tell you why. On December 21 1963, the day after my 20th birthday, I married a fellow actor; he was 23 and his name was Drewe Henley. He was, and I'm sure still is a lovely, lovely man. He was also physically extremely beautiful, tall with the</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/drewe.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
<pubDate>19 Jul 2009 10:45:02 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>27 May 2009 10:44:13 GMTHome Is Where The Heart Is</title>
<description>Having been home for seven whole weeks now, I find myself gaining in strength on a daily basis. I am very aware that this period of my life is the most rich and fulfilling I have ever known; and I revel in the joy of it. I also believe I've earned it!!!! I had to face so many difficulties last year,</description>
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<pubDate>27 May 2009 10:44:13 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>20 Apr 2009 10:44:11 GMTI'm Home Again!</title>
<description>Yes, it finally happened; I received my visa and I'm finally back where I belong. I arrived just over three weeks ago, and it's taken until now to start to feel human again. I was exhausted from the pressures of the eleven months I spent in London, and hardly left my cottage until a few days ago.</description>
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<pubDate>20 Apr 2009 10:44:11 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>10 Feb 2009 10:45:00 GMTI'm Still In England</title>
<description>Nearly eight months have passed since I arrived in London; I expected to be gone three weeks later, and I'm still here. If I had had any idea of what lay ahead of me all those months ago when I hit these shores, I would have lost the plot completely; as it is, I hung onto the plot for five long</description>
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<pubDate>10 Feb 2009 10:45:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>05 Dec 2008 10:44:10 GMTYou Won't Believe this...</title>
<description>You won't believe this, and why should you; I can scarcely believe it myself. I'M STILL HERE!!! Over five months have passed since I first went to the Embassy to apply for my three year volunteer's visa, and I am still waiting to receive it. It's not that I'm losing the will to continue the fight</description>
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<pubDate>05 Dec 2008 10:44:10 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>05 Nov 2008 10:44:08 GMTSeventy-One Days</title>
<description>I've been waiting for 71 days to hear the result of my appeal; I have another 19 to go and then the 90 day waiting period will be over. I cannot believe that the result will be anything but positive. Prince Charles once told his mother - her Maj - that his relationship with</description>
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<pubDate>05 Nov 2008 10:44:08 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>05 Oct 2008 10:44:58 GMTHalf An Ounce</title>
<description>What an interesting time I'm having! I'm still in London, and tonight I expected to fly back to my beloved Africa, take the bus tomorrow to Tzaneen and by early evening be re-united with my monkeys, my friends, my dogs and my HOME! I LONG to see my garden shed in the bush, LONG to sleep in my own</description>
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<pubDate>05 Oct 2008 10:44:58 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>12 Jun 2008 10:44:06 GMTTwo Sides</title>
<description>I'm currently in London still trying to obtain my three year visa; I hope to have it in the very near future. Because I always experience the torments of the damned when I find myself away from the Sanctuary, I decided that this time, I would avoid such extreme emotion and find a way of enjoying my</description>
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<title>15 May 2008 10:44:03 GMTThe Dark Side Of The Garden Of Eden</title>
<description>My blog has been on my mind for several weeks now, and yes, I owe you an apology, yet again, for it's lateness. I'm very grateful to you all for bearing with me. We've been having a very difficult time at the Sanctuary for some weeks now. Some monkeys who were sent to us from another centre arrived</description>
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<title>29 Feb 2008 10:44:57 GMTRoland Rat</title>
<description>A million apologies for my longer than usual silence; apart from another quick visit to London to solve the still ongoing saga of the visa situation which still requires another visit in April - hopefully the last - life in the bush is so unpredictable that planning anything seems risible. I'm also</description>
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<pubDate>29 Feb 2008 10:44:57 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>01 Jan 2008 10:50:18 GMTThe Longs and Shorts of It</title>
<description>The fact that I am no longer writing my blogs to Felix, may be greeted by some of you with a certain sense of relief! I've decided to keep my Felix writing separate from my writing to you guys. Not that I'm continuing to write letters to her, but she has certainly been the inspiration behind my</description>
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<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
<pubDate>01 Jan 2008 10:50:18 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>30 Dec 2007 10:44:37 GMTThe Romance Of Africa</title>
<description>There are many things I love about Africa: the monkeys, the landscape, the people and a way of life that has eluded me in London. Africa still has an elegance, style and romance that disappeared from London as the 60's swept away a way of life that had somehow hung on since the Edwardian era. The</description>
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<title>22 Nov 2007 10:44:55 GMTHeaven and Hell</title>
<description>I don't know Flexi; I appear to be lurching from one crisis to another of late. The aftermath of the fire resulted in several of the long-termers deciding to move on. Wherever people are gathered together, politics will always rear it's ugly head. Ideas, opinions differ, people take sides, form</description>
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<title>24 Oct 2007 10:43:59 GMTLetter To Felix No.4</title>
<description>Well, I'm back in the bush Flex sitting at my desk in my cottage with Candy sleeping beside my chair; the day is relatively cool for which I'm extremely grateful as the last few days have been hotter than hell, and as we know, I fare not well in the fires of hell... England, London, was close to</description>
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<title>11 Sep 2007 10:43:57 GMTLetter To Felix No.3</title>
<description>My precious girl, So much has happened Flexi, I have no idea where to start. I'm sitting under the tree outside my cottage, a slight breeze causes my wind chimes to chuckle constantly, the leaves cast shadows, and in the spaces between, light from the sun dapples the aeons old rocks that form a</description>
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<title>24 Aug 2007 10:44:49 GMTLetter To Felix No.2</title>
<description>Oh... Flexi, The most extraordinary things have been happening, not least of which is that you are well on your way to being recognised as the STAR you are! When you popped your clogs; in the midst of my unbearable grief, I said to several friends, 'out of the pain of this loss I believe something</description>
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<title>23 Jul 2007 10:43:55 GMTLetter To Felix No.1</title>
<description>My little monkey!!! And that's as far as I've got... I had, what I considered to be the bright idea of writing my blogs to you in future, in the form of a letter. I know I'm stuck with you, and I suspect you are with me, so I might as well accept it, and acknowledge you as a constant presence in my</description>
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<title>06 Jul 2007 10:44:48 GMTPlaying To My Strengths</title>
<description>I'm so very grateful to have been here when Felix's death occurred. She had another 'mummy' called Hilde who lives in Denmark. Hilde had left the Sanctuary about two weeks before Felix died, and I had the painful task of letting her know via e-mail. Here, I am surrounded by people who have lost</description>
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<title>20 Jun 2007 10:43:54 GMTA Bolt From The Blue</title>
<description>I'm sitting on the terrace where I wrote my last blog, the sun is shining, the sky a cloudless blue; the only sound is coming from Solly - one of our workers as he rakes the leaves from around the house. Candy is with me, and the scene is very similar to the one I enjoyed when I wrote my last blog.</description>
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<title>07 Jun 2007 10:44:46 GMTFull Moon Magic</title>
<description>I've decided that I'm undoubtedly having the best time of my life! I'm having experiences for the first time, like reflexology which I found remarkable; apparently I am the picture of health but might like to 'cut down on the grape' (which I definitely wouldn't like at all), so I'm having a large</description>
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<title>22 May 2007 10:43:53 GMTI'm Going To Be An Actress Again!</title>
<description>I'm VERY EXCITED!!! You remember I mentioned some time ago that I'd been approached about a new play by the writer Matthew Westwood? It was originally scheduled to go into production last autumn, but after hearing the play read for the first time, he decided he wanted to make some changes. I</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/imgoingtobeanactressagain.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
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<title>10 May 2007 10:44:44 GMTTicked Off!!!</title>
<description>Yes, I know this blog is late, but trust me there are extremely valid reasons! You know I've been complaining constantly about tiredness? Well, last week, I was taken to the doctor (under duress) and was immediately admitted to hospital suffering from tic bite fever where I remained for two days and</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/tickedoff.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
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<title>22 Apr 2007 10:43:52 GMTKeep Drinking The Water!</title>
<description>I know I said I would write every day, but I didn't say how much! I thought I had committed myself to a full blog a day, which I found rather daunting, but on reflection, I decided that for now, it's enough if I write and don't concern myself with how much. Then when the habit of writing daily is</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/keepdrinkingthewater.html</link>
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<title>10 Apr 2007 10:44:41 GMTFrom Byfleet To the Bush</title>
<description>When I returned to the VMF this time, it was with the intention of working with my monkeys and writing a book in my spare time. I'd already decided on the title - 'From Byfleet to the Bush' which I found quite hilarious, but have thus far, yet to write the first sentence... You see, the title</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/frombyfleettothebush.html</link>
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<title>30 Mar 2007 10:43:50 GMTBack Where I Belong!</title>
<description>Before I go any further I must apologise for the time lapse since my last blog; my few weeks in London passed so quickly and of course there was so much to do! So, please forgive me, and know that I shall revert to my usual 10-day turnaround now that the madness of my previous life no longer claims</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/backwhereibelong.html</link>
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<title>22 Feb 2007 10:44:39 GMTMy Home Is A Tent In Africa!</title>
<description>Well, I'm back in London with all that that involves. Freezing cold - not that it bothers me - far from it. I love snow, and it snowed the night I returned. I opened the curtains at 5.00am in order to let Caspar out for a pee, and there it was, a magically transformed world whose beauty took my</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/myhomeisatentinafrica.html</link>
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<title>02 Feb 2007 10:43:49 GMTWhat To Do Next</title>
<description>Forgive me for being late with this blog, and also for its brevity. Being a full time 'Mum' has totally taken over my life for the past 19 days! For the first 17, Meroela was with me 24/7: if she went into the nursery and played with the other orphans I went with her, she hung out at my tent with</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/whattodonext.html</link>
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<title>20 Jan 2007 10:44:38 GMTMeroela</title>
<description>I'm sitting under a tree outside my tent, and inside my top is a tiny monkey: she's four weeks old, but she was premature by three weeks and requires far more attention than our other orphans. I've been looking after her 24/7 for the past week and it's proving to be a unique experience. She was born</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/meroela.html</link>
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<title>10 Jan 2007 10:43:47 GMTMe And My Guys</title>
<description>I just received a wonderful email from my friend Vicki filling me in on all the news from London. A friend who is temporarily homeless has been staying in my flat while I'm away, so Caspar, who loathes everyone except Vick and I has had to find a new way to exit the house. He usually does so through</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/meandmyguys.html</link>
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<title>20 Dec 2006 10:43:45 GMTWhat A Week!</title>
<description>Life in Africa is never boring! The rain last week made me realize that it was time to buy a new tent. The zips finally went on my original one so off I went into Tzaneen to see if I could purchase one that afforded a little more protection. I found one, went back, and got some of the boys to put it</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/whataweek.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
<pubDate>20 Dec 2006 10:43:45 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>10 Dec 2006 10:44:35 GMTWhat An Adventure!</title>
<description>I've just lived through an incredible 24 hours! It started yesterday morning, when I woke up to torrential rain pounding onto my tent. I threw on some clothes, rather regretting that I had neglected to purchase any oilskins and ran over to see my babies. Everything in the enclosure was soaking wet</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/whatanadventure.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
<pubDate>10 Dec 2006 10:44:35 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>30 Nov 2006 10:43:43 GMTIt's A Long Way From Byfleet</title>
<description>Well, I'm back, but just before I left I received some very sad news from Sandy. During the week prior to my arrival, Charlie Brown had been found lying in tent village obviously very ill. He was rushed up to Arthur but it was too late, and a few hours later he died. Everybody here was deeply</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/itsalongwayfrombyfleet.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
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<title>10 Nov 2006 10:44:34 GMTFreedom</title>
<description>have four days remaining to me before I hit Heathrow for my flight to Jo'burg. I shall spend the night in Jo'burg with friends and the following morning catch the bus for the seven hour trip to Tzaneen where I will be collected from the bus station and driven to the Sanctuary. Upon arrival I shall</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/freedom.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
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<title>30 Oct 2006 10:43:41 GMTA Night To Remember</title>
<description>I'm in such a state of excitement that I can hardly write! I didn't get to bed until 7.30am, I was chain smoking, imbibing A LOT of the grape, pacing up and down the flat with huge butterflies fluttering in my tummy as I tried to re-engage with terra firma , my head being completely in the clouds at</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/anighttoremember.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
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<title>20 Oct 2006 10:44:32 GMTBurst My Bubble!</title>
<description>Something rather exciting - professionally speaking - has recently presented itself. An extremely talented writer called Matthew Westwood contacted me with a request to appear in a new play he has recently written. I read the script, loved it and went to a read-thru last Friday. The cast is</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/burstmybubble.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
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<title>10 Oct 2006 10:43:40 GMTBallet Changed My Life: Ballet Hoo!</title>
<description>I'm enjoying one of my favourite kinds of day. This means that I'm tucked up in bed in front of a blazing coal fire with Caspar curled up beside me, while rain drives down outside, wind howls like a demented wolf, and trees shed their leaves in great russet heaps that cluster outside my window. Dusk</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/balletchangedmylifeballethoo.html</link>
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<title>29 Sep 2006 10:44:31 GMTA Day In Tent Village</title>
<description>I'm sitting in my tent writing this, enjoying my favourite time of day. Between 6pm and 8pm all the volunteers go up to the house for supper. I usually skip this because it means that I have tent village to myself, and I use the time to process the events of the day. I value solitude greatly; indeed</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/adayintentvillage.html</link>
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<title>17 Sep 2006 10:43:38 GMTI'm Home</title>
<description>It's a miracle to me that I'm writing this sitting in my tent in my beloved tent village in Africa! It's my day off and I elected to spend it here rather than at the Lodge. I knew I needed a day to myself, I also needed to stay close to the monkeys: my time here is short and I don't want to be away</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/imhome.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
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<title>31 Aug 2006 10:44:29 GMTI'm Going Back To Africa</title>
<description>In approximately 48 hours from now I shall be winging (in every sense of the word) my way to Johannasburg enroute to Tzaneen, where I shall arrive on Wednesday afternoon. And then... I shall see my BABIES!!! It's all I think about; in my head, my heart and my soul, I have been with them every second</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/imgoingbacktoafrica.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
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<title>16 Aug 2006 10:43:37 GMTIn Casualty</title>
<description>I had such a good time! It's a long time since I've worked with such a lovely company. It isn't always easy walking into a long running show as a guest; and Casualty has been on air for 21 years. The cast know one another very well, and it's easy for a guest to feel excluded from their</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/incasualty.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
<pubDate>16 Aug 2006 10:43:37 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>29 Jul 2006 10:44:27 GMTMy Dilemma</title>
<description>When I left for Africa it was with the intention of resolving several key issues in my life; the biggest being, what was I going to do with my life in the future? In a professional capacity that is. I've been an actress for 43 years and it's really the only life I know, and the only talent I have,</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/mydilemma.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
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<title>26 Jun 2006 10:43:36 GMTNureyev</title>
<description>My week started badly with some very impressive projectile vomiting during the early hours of Tuesday morning. This proved to be the result of salmonella poisoning which I - and the rest of the guests contracted at my beloved God daughters first birthday party. A couple of days later I crawled into</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/nureyev.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
<pubDate>26 Jun 2006 10:43:36 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>13 Jun 2006 10:44:25 GMTI'm Back</title>
<description>My darlings, I'm back in England and have been for 10 days, but this is the first time I've put type to writer, if you see what I mean, (of course you do) but before I proceed, I want to say a HUGE THANK-YOU to everyone who was kind enough to email while I was in Africa. I can't tell you how</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/imback.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
<pubDate>13 Jun 2006 10:44:25 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>26 May 2006 10:43:35 GMTTzaneen Country Lodge</title>
<description>I've been finding it extremely difficult to write since arriving in monkey heaven. The experience is so overwhelming, so totally absorbing that the "real" world recedes and my world now contains monkeys and tent village, and that's about it! Oh, and also, the Tzaneen Country Lodge, which is where I</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/tzaneencountrylodge.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
<pubDate>26 May 2006 10:43:35 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>12 May 2006 10:44:23 GMTOverlooking The Obvious</title>
<description>My ability to completely overlook the obvious never ceases to amaze me. I spent my first week here crying copiously and frequently. In this state of mind, I immediately assumed it is because of deep wounds from my childhood; only later to discover it has NOTHING to do with my past and everything to</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/overlookingtheobvious.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
<pubDate>12 May 2006 10:44:23 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>05 May 2006 10:43:33 GMTMagic</title>
<description>And magic is what I have found. It is everywhere, it permeates the landscape, the animals and the people. Here the monkeys come first, before everything else. We are here for them and it is an awesome privilege. I've been working with the smallest babies since Sunday, four days ago. They were</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/magic.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
<pubDate>05 May 2006 10:43:33 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>29 Apr 2006 10:44:21 GMTI'm In Africa</title>
<description>I'm here in the African Bush, living with the monkeys. I arrived in a state of nervous and physical exhaustion. Months of not eating properly, going to bed at dawn, etc finally caught up with me, so I've been given a few days to get myself together and finally - tomorrow- I shall begin work with the</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/iminafrica.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
<pubDate>29 Apr 2006 10:44:21 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>07 Apr 2006 10:43:31 GMTLemar</title>
<description>By the time you guys read this, I'll be in AFRICA!!! I only have five days left before I leave and I can't begin to describe how I'm feeling. But I shall try... I've now come through the primal terror barrier, and find myself about to explode with mounting excitement (gosh!) - a sensation infinitely</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/lemar.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
<pubDate>07 Apr 2006 10:43:31 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>31 Mar 2006 10:44:20 GMTThomas</title>
<description>My beautiful friend, Thomas Patrick Bevins died on St. Patrick's Day. He was buried yesterday and tomorrow would have been his 69th birthday. The first time I met him 12, 13 years ago, was at 'Woodtown Manor' a Georgian farmhouse in Rathfarnham, Southern Ireland. I had gone to visit a friend who was</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/thomas.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
<pubDate>31 Mar 2006 10:44:20 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>24 Mar 2006 10:43:29 GMTAmazing Day</title>
<description>I had the most amazing day! I had to get all the gear I need to take to Africa. (It STILL doesn't feel real). This involved buying a camera - I've never owned a camera in my life - walking boots, ditto, sleeping bag etc, etc, etc; ditto, ditto, ditto. So I was incredibly grateful to David for</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/amazingday.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
<pubDate>24 Mar 2006 10:43:29 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>17 Mar 2006 10:44:18 GMTWhat Do I Think I'm Doing?</title>
<description>The last time I wrote I said that the reality of my trip to Africa hadn't really registered, well last night it did, big time, and I experienced a wave of primal fear the like of which, I never wish to experience again. Ever. What do I think I'm doing??? I'm a girl who loves her creature comforts,</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/whatdoithinkimdoing.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
<pubDate>17 Mar 2006 10:44:18 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>09 Mar 2006 10:43:27 GMTI'm Going To Africa</title>
<description>I'M GOING TO AFRICA!!! On April 3rd I leave for Johannesburg, from whence I travel, on a bus, for 300 miles to somewhere in the deepest part of the African bush. Well, obviously the African bush, I mean I wouldn't travel to Johannesburg to take a bus to the Polish bush or even the Italian bush, now</description>
<link>http://www.JacquelinePearce.com/imgoingtoafrica.html</link>
<author>me@JacquelinePearce.com (Jacqueline Pearce)</author>
<pubDate>09 Mar 2006 10:43:27 GMT</pubDate>
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