GUILTY UK - Helen Bailey, 51, Royston, 11 April 2016 #1
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The partner of author Helen Bailey will appear in court tomorrow (Tuesday, July 19) charged with her murder.
Ian Stewart, 55, from Baldock Road in Royston, was charged with the murder of 51-year-old children's author Helen Bailey on Saturday (July 16) and appeared before Hatfield Remand Court.
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He had been due to appear at St Albans Crown Court today, but the hearing was postponed.
Ian Stewart, 55, from Baldock Road in Royston, was charged with the murder of 51-year-old children's author Helen Bailey on Saturday (July 16) and appeared before Hatfield Remand Court.
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He had been due to appear at St Albans Crown Court today, but the hearing was postponed.
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Ian Stewart, 55, was expected to appear in court on Monday but the hearing did not go ahead and will instead appear later this week
The partner of Northumberland childrens author Helen Bailey is due to appear in court this week charged with her murder.
Ian Stewart, 55, of Baldock Road in Royston, was expected to appear at St Albans Crown Court on Monday, but the hearing did not go ahead because court papers had not been filed
http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/news/north-east-news/helen-bailey-death-partner-accused-11628907
Ian Stewart, 55, was expected to appear in court on Monday but the hearing did not go ahead and will instead appear later this week
The partner of Northumberland childrens author Helen Bailey is due to appear in court this week charged with her murder.
Ian Stewart, 55, of Baldock Road in Royston, was expected to appear at St Albans Crown Court on Monday, but the hearing did not go ahead because court papers had not been filed
http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/news/north-east-news/helen-bailey-death-partner-accused-11628907
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From that FB group, posted by her sister -
13.9.10 - The coroner deemed the cause of death to be "unexpected Epileptic fit". The collection made in Dianes memory has been closed, the final total was £1610. This is to be split between MAGPAS (air ambulance who attended Diane) and MND the disease from which our Dad and a close friend of Diane's sadly died.
How cruel is life?
13.9.10 - The coroner deemed the cause of death to be "unexpected Epileptic fit". The collection made in Dianes memory has been closed, the final total was £1610. This is to be split between MAGPAS (air ambulance who attended Diane) and MND the disease from which our Dad and a close friend of Diane's sadly died.
How cruel is life?
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Are there drugs that can cause a seizure? Or can a knock to the head cause one?
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If the results of the coroner's report did not indicate any blunt force trauma to the head, which surely would have been evident if there was, then that only leaves the drug theory and I don't know if that could cause an aneurysm?
http://www.nhs.uk/Conditions/Epilepsy/Pages/Causes.aspx
I wonder if this fit just occurred out of the blue, or if she had had a mild but controlled form of epilepsy? Or if she had suffered a head trauma?
I also wonder how their two sons - in mid/late teens at time - took to their mother dying unexpectedly, then their father taking up with another woman...a year was it? later? Did HB have a good relationship with them both?
I wonder if this fit just occurred out of the blue, or if she had had a mild but controlled form of epilepsy? Or if she had suffered a head trauma?
I also wonder how their two sons - in mid/late teens at time - took to their mother dying unexpectedly, then their father taking up with another woman...a year was it? later? Did HB have a good relationship with them both?
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There are definitely drugs that could induce a seizure, but how they could be accessed by Stewart in sufficient quantities, and whether the kind of toxicology tests they'd routinely perform would discover them, I just don't know. The thing is, Stewart has no medical training that we are aware of to be much of an expert either, so it may well all just be a grim coincidence.
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I'm beginning to think it's just a grim coincidence
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Even if Stewart had nothing to do with the sudden death of his wife, we can certainly surmise that he enjoyed the subsequent windfall, given his eyebrow-raising flashy car purchase so soon afterwards. I can't be the only one who finds it a little unseemly that he treated himself to something so ostentatious (it's hardly a family vehicle) while his two sons must have still been in deep mourning.
I don't know Alyce, Michelle said the judge was on holiday and the BBC said a judge wasn't available
10:00 Reporters outside St Albans Crown Court have just been told that Helen Bailey's partner will not appear there this morning as a judge is not available.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/live/uk-england-beds-bucks-herts-36811267
I haven't seen this detail before. Where did you see it Alyce?
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I wonder if the epilepsy was a pre-diagnosed condition of the first wife? If it was, seizures are to be expected even if controlled by medication. One of the basic first-aid responses to someone suffering a seizure is to make them safe from injury caused by spasms. The Epilepsy Foundation cautions about injuries caused during seizures:
While the first wife's death may just be an unfortunate accident, a diagnosed condition like epilepsy may give a person an easy opportunity to cover up a murder. It would be interesting to know the full details of the coroner's report - and if the death was a result of injuries "sustained during a seizure" rather than a less sinister brain bleed (without visible injury).
From: http://www.epilepsy.com/get-help/staying-safe/types-injuries
While the first wife's death may just be an unfortunate accident, a diagnosed condition like epilepsy may give a person an easy opportunity to cover up a murder. It would be interesting to know the full details of the coroner's report - and if the death was a result of injuries "sustained during a seizure" rather than a less sinister brain bleed (without visible injury).
February 2016:
When it comes to grief, I have both good news and bad news for you. The good news is that however bleak and despairing you feel right now, you wont always feel this way, I promise you. The bad news is that there is no fast-fix for grief; no amount of counselling, hypnosis, holding of crystals or drinking Merlot will cure your grief, and believe me, Ive tried them all. Nor does finding a new partner cure grief, because if it did, new widows would be given a subscription to an internet dating site along with their husbands death certificate. But still the perception remains that once Prince Charming Mark II turns up on a white horse to help you put the wheelie bins out, your grief is over.
Twenty-four hours after my husband, John, drowned whilst we were on holiday in Barbados in February 2011, came the first of many, Youre young, youll soon find someone else comments. I didnt want anyone new, I wanted my husband, and the thought of even holding hands with a strange man was abhorrent. At forty-six, I was convinced that I would be alone, forever.
And then, about six months after John died, and at a time when life was so painful I was praying to spontaneously combust in the street rather than continue to live without him, something horrific happened in Marks & Spencer.
Whilst taking a shortcut through the womens underwear department, out of the blue, I had a seriously X-rated thought about Ian, a widower Id met through an online bereavement group. Our messages to each other had been entirely platonic: he wrote about the grinding despair of living with his teenage sons, but without his wife; I wrote about my struggles trying to bleed my temperamental radiators, something my husband used to do. I stood amongst the lace-trimmed bras, horrified, sweating with guilt. At home, I hid photos of my husband in a drawer: I couldnt bear to look at him knowing that - in my mind - Id been unfaithful.
The guilt over something I hadnt yet done with a man I hadnt yet met and who hadnt even hinted at romance followed me everywhere, and when one morning my first thought wasnt to look at the empty pillow next to me, but to grab my phone to see whether Ian had sent me a text, it plunged me into a spiral of despair and confusion.
When months later Ian and I eventually met, instead of a white horse, he turned up in a battered red Ford Mondeo estate with a Micky Mouse car aerial topper. He wasnt my type and completely different from my husband, but even so, I gave him a speech about how I didnt want a relationship ever again. He gave a speech telling me he didnt either. To make sure that we both knew where we stood, after he left, I emailed him a synopsis of our discussion.
We continued to meet, as friends, but then we decided to go on a proper posh-clothes going-to-a-restaurant date, something neither of us had done for more than twenty years. It was a disaster. I was too anxious to eat and ended up sobbing hysterically that I still felt married. Its still up for debate whether I pushed him out of the taxi or he jumped, but what was clear to both of us was that it was too much, too soon.
The funny emails and witty texts stopped.
Life felt even darker than it already was.
But we missed each other, and after more talking, we fell in love. Far from feeling strange to hold a different hand, it felt absolutely wonderful.
At first, I kept our relationship quiet, not through shame that Id begun to date before the first anniversary of Johns death had passed (though this didnt sit easily with me), but because if I had fallen in love too quickly with the wrong man I wanted to make that mistake in private. When I finally revealed that I was dating in my blog, Planet Grief, some widows were angry with me, disappointed that Id gone back on my earlier conviction that Id never fall in love again.
Its now over four years since Ian and I met. Two years ago we bought a house together. We plan to get married. New love doesnt erase old loss and cure grief, but brings with it complicated emotions and painful reminders. Its not easy living in a household that has only come together because of the death of other people, but losing those we love has made us cherish what we have now.
I was never going to fall in love again, and no one is more surprised than me that I did.
When it comes to grief, I have both good news and bad news for you. The good news is that however bleak and despairing you feel right now, you wont always feel this way, I promise you. The bad news is that there is no fast-fix for grief; no amount of counselling, hypnosis, holding of crystals or drinking Merlot will cure your grief, and believe me, Ive tried them all. Nor does finding a new partner cure grief, because if it did, new widows would be given a subscription to an internet dating site along with their husbands death certificate. But still the perception remains that once Prince Charming Mark II turns up on a white horse to help you put the wheelie bins out, your grief is over.
Twenty-four hours after my husband, John, drowned whilst we were on holiday in Barbados in February 2011, came the first of many, Youre young, youll soon find someone else comments. I didnt want anyone new, I wanted my husband, and the thought of even holding hands with a strange man was abhorrent. At forty-six, I was convinced that I would be alone, forever.
And then, about six months after John died, and at a time when life was so painful I was praying to spontaneously combust in the street rather than continue to live without him, something horrific happened in Marks & Spencer.
Whilst taking a shortcut through the womens underwear department, out of the blue, I had a seriously X-rated thought about Ian, a widower Id met through an online bereavement group. Our messages to each other had been entirely platonic: he wrote about the grinding despair of living with his teenage sons, but without his wife; I wrote about my struggles trying to bleed my temperamental radiators, something my husband used to do. I stood amongst the lace-trimmed bras, horrified, sweating with guilt. At home, I hid photos of my husband in a drawer: I couldnt bear to look at him knowing that - in my mind - Id been unfaithful.
The guilt over something I hadnt yet done with a man I hadnt yet met and who hadnt even hinted at romance followed me everywhere, and when one morning my first thought wasnt to look at the empty pillow next to me, but to grab my phone to see whether Ian had sent me a text, it plunged me into a spiral of despair and confusion.
When months later Ian and I eventually met, instead of a white horse, he turned up in a battered red Ford Mondeo estate with a Micky Mouse car aerial topper. He wasnt my type and completely different from my husband, but even so, I gave him a speech about how I didnt want a relationship ever again. He gave a speech telling me he didnt either. To make sure that we both knew where we stood, after he left, I emailed him a synopsis of our discussion.
We continued to meet, as friends, but then we decided to go on a proper posh-clothes going-to-a-restaurant date, something neither of us had done for more than twenty years. It was a disaster. I was too anxious to eat and ended up sobbing hysterically that I still felt married. Its still up for debate whether I pushed him out of the taxi or he jumped, but what was clear to both of us was that it was too much, too soon.
The funny emails and witty texts stopped.
Life felt even darker than it already was.
But we missed each other, and after more talking, we fell in love. Far from feeling strange to hold a different hand, it felt absolutely wonderful.
At first, I kept our relationship quiet, not through shame that Id begun to date before the first anniversary of Johns death had passed (though this didnt sit easily with me), but because if I had fallen in love too quickly with the wrong man I wanted to make that mistake in private. When I finally revealed that I was dating in my blog, Planet Grief, some widows were angry with me, disappointed that Id gone back on my earlier conviction that Id never fall in love again.
Its now over four years since Ian and I met. Two years ago we bought a house together. We plan to get married. New love doesnt erase old loss and cure grief, but brings with it complicated emotions and painful reminders. Its not easy living in a household that has only come together because of the death of other people, but losing those we love has made us cherish what we have now.
I was never going to fall in love again, and no one is more surprised than me that I did.
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