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I’m really sorry if anyone has messaged me and not had a reply. My internet service is at best sporadic at the moment- and that’s after repairs. I’m doing what I can and hopefully another engineer will be out tomorrow and may be able to find the fault.
Sunday July 19th 2015
3.34 am this morning. I was awake and couldn’t go back to sleep but didn’t feel as though I should be awake yet. As I went to the loo I could see Mike was OK. Light on, fan going and piledriver snore working at full capacity. At least I knew it wasn’t an earthquake. I set to work on my emails and checking comments from this week’s blog. I just kept going steadily. I finished the first mail box at 6.10 am and went to the kitchen to take my meds. It had been raining hard throughout the night and had eased off at that time. It was fairly light but when I spoke to Joey he wasn’t interested. I’m bloody sure Mike trained him to stay in bed to irritate me before he brought him here. I took my coffee back to the bedroom and started the second mail box and refreshed the first. By 7.40 am I was clear on both. A quick look at ebay but the feeling I shouldn’t be awake yet reasserted itself. I took my cup through to the kitchen and settled in my chair in the lounge. Joey still wasn’t fully up but did at least move a shelf lower.
I kept talking to Joey but he wasn’t wasting his words this morning. He did cock his head to show he was listening though. I shut my eyes and drifted away.I wasn’t asleep and I did hear Mike get up and come through to put the kettle on. He didn’t speak, thinking I was asleep which was nice of him but I couldn’t rouse myself to show him I was awake either. This went on for a while until finally I was able to open my eyes and say hello to him. Joey started and we were both concentrating on him for a while. I kept wanting to blank out again but didn’t.
We checked Jen would be in this morning so we could drop off her birthday present. She would so at 9.45 am we got dressed and left at 10.00 am. When we got there Lee invited us in and made a drink while Jen was feeding the baby. When she came down it was obvious how much he’s grown though he’s still a small baby and he has a delightful smile. We actually stayed a good while though I hadn’t wanted to disturb them really. But, eventually we headed off to Broughton to see if I could find a glass vase to sit inside the hurricane lamp stand that MuJo had bought me which had had the accident. I chose one which came quite close and it looks fine now. I also had a birthday gift to buy so we went to a couple of shops till I found what I wanted. By then it was almost 1.30 pm and I was hungry. Lunch beckoned. We went to the pub we generally use if we’re here. Mike swore he’d stay away from the mashed potato he says are always powdery then promptly ordered a roast lamb steak dinner with mash. I had my usual bangers and mash though had to contend with four roast potatoes a stuffing ball and a Yorkshire Pudding Mike dumped on me that he says he’d never manage.It was nice though.Coming out it was almost 3.00 pm and we headed for home. I caught myself nodding in the car.
Usually when I get in the first thing I do is go to work. Today I sat in my chair and zonked.It was almost 6.00 pm when I woke (reluctantly) and Mike was ready to leave. When I’d waved him off I did go to work and stayed there till 8.15 pm when I had to have my tea. Joey was back on his top perch again so wasn’t answering any chatter. I ate my tea, watched a documentary about a newly discovered 17thC burial ground in London, washed up and went back to work. I’m still at it. The emails I finished at 10.40 pm and then started the blog. I hope it’s not going to be like this all week.
A 3.11 am start with a low scream from my bladder that it was time to move a bit faster than usual. I made it but not with much to spare. The sigh of relief sounded like a breeze blowing through the place. I came back and fired up the computer and started responding to all the emails from those who have day while I have night. I intended to stay on top of things today. At 5.30 I went through and took the morning meds and found I’d forgotten to take last night’s. None of you reminded me did you? Since it was still fairly early, and what Mike would call the middle of the night I was half tempted to take them there and then. Only the fact I have problems enough kipping after lunch put me off. I took the opportunity to sit down by the cage and talk to Joey even though I knew he wouldn’t talk back or even come down from his high perch at this time. Mind you, once I’d been ignored enough I took my coffee through and carried on working.
By 7.25 am I was as up to date as it’s possible to get without creating tweets or new blogs of my own. I decided against doing that and went through to the lounge instead. Joey had come down to the mid perch and was hanging upside down trying to get the last bits of millet off the sprig. I swear he’s part bat. He talks to me or rather sings to me when I sit in my chair but stops the minute I sit near the cage. I sat with my hand inside for a while but he wasn’t going to get that close. Next time I’m going to try putting some millet on it and see what happens. Either that or I’ll have to try opening the cage door so he can fly out and hope he chooses to land on me at some point or goes back into his cage to eat/drink when he wants it. I want to see as little progress and I hate seeing him stuck in the cage.
At 9.00 am I took a walk to the chemist’s to deliver my prescription request. It didn’t take long as I managed to avoid the temptation of going into Pauline’s for a chips and curry sauce and some packets of jelly beans which are very addictive. Neither are good for you. Back in the house I worked till 10.00 am then watched Homes Under the Hammer while Joey alternated between singing for me and giving me a telling off. I came close to nodding off a couple of times but he put paid to that. I have to make sure it doesn’t happen at 1.00 pm today as I have bids in for something on ebay. At 11.00 am I went back to work again while waiting for the warden to visit. She arrived about 11.20 am and stayed until midday. Joey had decided to be very vocal during her visit so he got plenty of compliments. If I’d known that being noisy was all it took I’d have tried it years ago. As soon as she’d gone I set about making my lunch which today was a corned beef hash followed by a strawberry jelly I’d made yesterday accompanied with evaporated milk. There was half a large punnet of strawberries in it because I couldn’t eat them over he weekend and Mike wouldn’t have his share without me eating in case I used this blog as a platform to make him sound a pig. As if Michael !! Once Bargain Hunt was over I dashed back to my room to bid on ebay something due at 1.02 pm. I won it by my bidding in the last ten seconds. I stayed here till 2.15 pm catching up and then went back to see Who Do You Think You Are only to find it’s one I’ve seen recently.
A little distracted by a few chirrups from Joey when I tried to close my eyes I decided to risk opening the front of his cage and letting him out. He didn’t waste any time. He flew straight out, ignoring the hand I proffered as a staging post. He was zipping back and forth trying to part my hair until he spied the big mirror. Flying towards it he met himself coming the other way and like a cartoon he splatted against the glass and slid down it. Shock sent him flying again until he rested on top of a large canvas on Ju and myself on the wall. Moments later he was off again and flying towards the mirror.Sometimes landing on top of it which was fine and sometimes landing on the lower frame so he could talk to his reflection and tap beaks with himself. It went on all afternoon. I did nod off for a few minutes and during that time he went back into the cage. As I woke I went to close the cage but before I got there he was off again. I tried getting out a spray of his millet and holding it out for him to land on my hand to eat but that didn’t work so I just put it in place of the stripped bare one in the cage. I had to leave the room for a while to bring the mail up to date but I returned there in time for my 5.00 pm quiz.
I stayed in the lounge until 10.00 pm trying during the adverts to persuade Joey to return to the cage. Not that he understood me of course but you always live in hope. At one point he landed on the cage and I thought he might go in but the thought of talking to the bird that mimicked him in the mirror proved too strong. When I decided I couldn’t carry on climbing all over the furniture and didn’t want to risk scaring him, I turned a lamp on and left him. What he might do to himself in the dark was worrying. I’ll stick my head in from time to time as long as I’m awake and if I find he’s gone to eat or drink I’ll try and lock him in until I get back tomorrow.But at 10.00 pm I had no choice but to come back to my room to try and get the post up to date so there isn’t too much in the morning, and I need to do the blog as well. I have the feeling this may be a late one.
I seemed to stare at the clock for a long time this morning trying to make sense of 3.12 am. I knew it couldn’t be three minutes past twelve as I was awake later than that last night but try as I might,I couldn’t seem to find a logical way of deciphering the time from that combination.It’s really odd because I’d mastered the very difficult concept of 3.11 am yesterday with no bother. Perhaps 3.12 am is advanced mathematics at my age. In actual fact it took turning my bedside light on for me to see the light despite the time being displayed on the clock in large numerals which are lit up in bright blue. As soon as that light was on I understood the great mysteries of time. I was able to swing my legs out of bed and make my way to the Piddle Palace before it was too late.
There was much more post from last night than I expected and it took a while to do it before I could start work on today’s. Because I was going out I didn’t want to be in a rush so worked till 5.30 am before going through to take my meds ( and yes, I found last night’s still there again) and also to have some breakfast which today was Cornflakes.I stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the lounge to eat them watching Joey. Perhaps I hoped he’d become one of his predecessors and come to help himself but he didn’t move. I just hope he moves into the cage as it becomes light enough. I’ll have to learn to take my time with him in future. I grabbed a coffee and took it back to the bedroom. It had gone 6.00 am so I started back in on the mail. I intended to have both boxes empty by the time I came to leave the house at 7.30 am though I knew I’d be back to screaming pitch by the time I came home at 1.00 pm. Mike keeps trying to remind me that this is supposed to be a hobby, be fun, but sometimes it doesn’t seem like that. It feels like a job and I have deadlines even if I set them myself. It’s like I have one of those compulsive personalities I used to laugh about saying “Me? no way.”
I was clear to leave at 7.30 am and walked up towards the bus stop via the post box so I could send for an explanation in writing of all the hassle I’ve had from the DWP. I may not be in time to appeal this debt from 2013 but I want to know why they’ve done nothing about it before now, that’s if his isn’t another fictitious debt. I wasn’t at the bus stop long before the bus arrived and I was the only passenger at that point. Great, I sat back with my eyes closed and started to doze. I didn’t wake up kicking the seat in front this week though, Yay, no bruising. Yvonne and Reuben were waiting for me in Chester. Reuben pointed and smiled at me then like someone had turned the light out suddenly frowned and glared at me. I thought I was in trouble but the cloud passed thankfully. We went to our usual store and Reuben pressed the lift buttons then galloped away and parked his bottom on our usual chairs. Just as well no-one else was at the table. We all had drinks and breakfast even though I’d had mine much earlier. From there we had a look round because Roobs needed some new jogging bottoms and Yvonne needed some maternity wear. I was able to pick up a couple of things for Ugo too. Then we had our usual fight as I grabbed everything off her, including her credit card, and with the help of the saleswoman, paid for the items. I’ve never known anyone fight so hard not to have prezzies.
We left there in search of more maternity clothing but I wasn’t allowed anywhere near the counter thereafter on pain of death. Time seemed to be doing OK so we strolled back uptown and decided to go for a cool drink. The cafe is in the rear of a shop so there was time to look at things as we went through and I found some nice gifts for the nieces which I said I’d get on the way out. While we were enjoying the drinks Reuben was walking round close by and spotted a ride on machine. He noticed that just as I noticed my bus was due. I tried to say goodbye and run but Yvonne insisted they’d see me off ( probably to make sure I really left) and called Reuben to come. Once he realised his ride was at risk the siren started until Yvonne said she’d bring him back after he’d said goodbye to pops. That sort of mollified him. I had to fly past the gifts but Yvonne promised she’d pick them up for me. I was in time. I had my kisses goodbye and boarded the bus as Yvonne took Reuben back for a ride of the Fire Truck. The journey home was pretty good but I couldn’t call in at Pauline’s as I was full of cool drink I hadn’t had chance to rid myself of. I’m sure Yvonne predicted that.
At home Joey was still in position on the mirror and I could see he’d been licking his reflection again. I lifted my arm to try to tempt him but all he did was fly over to the canvas picture again, then back as soon as I put my arm down. I left him to it and went to make my lunch. Beef stew with dumplings today. Once finished I went to play a little catch-up with the mail for a while . I was interrupted by a knock at the door and it was the delivery of my drugs for which I exchanged a box of chocolates. A few minutes later another knock and this time it proved to be the annual check on my heating system and gas services. I wasn’t expecting it for another two weeks at least so the airing cupboard where the heater lives wasn’t empty. The young man said no problem, he’d move whatever was needed. And, he’d move the stuff in my little pit to access the gas meter. Brilliant, I could get back to trying to entice Joey into his cage ( and maybe watch Escape to the Country at the same time). I had no luck with Joey but the young man was a s good as his word. After three quarters of an hour he came to get a signature and told me that the vent in the loft was showing some light where the plate met the roof. it would need someone to come and repair it. I thanked him and he left. I went back to work and had no sooner sat down than yet another knock. This time it was Bert with a parcel that had been delivered. It would have gone through the door it was so small but needed to be signed for. I thanked him and opened the envelope to see the ring I’d bid for and won. It fit my pinkie and replaced the one that had flown off and not found when I removed my glove.
After Bert had gone I went through to the lounge to watch something and while I was sitting there I saw Joey come off the mirror and land on the cage. He did it a couple of times to taunt me and then finally went in to savage the millet spray. I made as if to leave the room then slipped behind Joey and shut the cage door. At last ! It’s been over 24 hours. I didn’t even get a telling off really but only because his mouth (beak) was full. I stayed in the lounge until 8.15 pm. It should have been 8.00 pm but I’d nodded off and when I woke didn’t realise it was a different programme I was watching until I caught on that there weren’t any antiques. I turned the TV off just as Joey chunnered at me and I swear he was trying to speak. Nothing sensible of course, just the same rubbish I keep repeating to him. Joey Joey Joey, best, best boy. I was chuffed, though of course I could be deluding myself this early in the game. I came back through to the bedroom and started to attack the mail. A text came through on my phone to see if MuJo could visit tomorrow so I need to clear everything I can so there’s no big backlog in the morning. Oh, a miracle, I remembered to take my drugs tonight too.
When I woke this morning I went straight to the loo then came back and put my dressing gown on, loaded the pockets with sprays, cigs etc then turned to fire up the computer. It was only then I actually noticed the time, 1.18 am. Since my light had only gone out at 12.45 am it didn’t seem I was getting a fair crack of the whip.I yawned, took the dressing gown off and fell back into bed. My next wake up call was 4.23 am which seemed miles better. I did the loo trip again, and again donned the dressing gown, loaded the pockets and powered up the computer. No yawns. I worked on mail until 6.00 am and then went for some breakfast and to take the morning meds. Somehow I managed to miss this mouth with the first batch and ended up chasing them round the kitchen floor. I had to hurry as I didn’t want to find any spaced out field mice tottering round the kitchen later.No worries, as they say in Oz, I managed to find them all including a bonus two lost on previous occasions.
After my breakfast I went to wash the excess butter off my moustache in case I slid off Muriel’s cheek later. Then it was back to work, starting with a re-blog of another authors work. Sometimes it’s nice to feature someone else on the blog. I carried on working until 7.25 am when the post was (temporarily) up to date and I was able to go through to the lounge to talk to Joey. I might just have closed my eyes for a minute or two as well. At 9.00 am I went to Pauline’s, no Mother’s Mafia now the kids are on holiday. I picked up my TV mag, some micro chips,a micro chips with curry sauce,some bread and a supply of cigarettes. She has a great selection of things in there. Back at home I cleared the post again, had a look at ebay and then went and sat with Joey until MuJo arrived.That happened at 11.00 am. I brought drinks in and we chatted for a while before heading out. Muriel needed the post office in Holywell so we went to the chippy for lunch. It was quite pleasant and it’s always quick and hot there. When we came out it was raining so it was back to the car without wandering.
We drove to Flint where Muriel wanted ALDI. I managed to pick up some nice gerberas to pad out Ju’s vase. They looked nice and bright in there. We headed for Temptations where we parked up and walked over to Homies so I could pick up some chocolates for the girls and a couple of other things. In Temptations I passed the chocs to Sian who was looking forward to trying them as she hadn’t seen them before. We sat and had our drinks and in John’s case a cake as big as a side plate too. I finished and went outside for a cigarette while they finished off. When they joined me we went round a couple more shops. I saw a nice freezer and a lovely TV in one. We came home. They stayed with me until about 4.00 pm then left to make their one hour journey back home to Ty Nant. I came through and started to whittle down the mail but I didn’t have as long as I though as Dil turned up about 4.45 pm. I went to make him a cuppa and we sat chatting until the quiz Pointless started. We were both answering questions as it went along. At 6.00 pm the TV went off and the gaming commenced. As usual it was Yahtzee first and that ended unsatisfactorily at 3 games each, rather than move on I suggested we play again which was a huge mistake since I lost 4-2 . I’m having an operation tomorrow to remove my foot from my mouth. Then we went on to Trivial Pursuits. It was a strange game with Dil getting 4 pieces of pie before I had my first but me reaching the full six while he was still on 4. I worked my way round until I could try to return to the middle but the die kept moving me anywhere but. For ages I was always a place or two beyond the middle. When Dil got his sixth piece of pie he started doing the same thing and getting the same result. Eventually at 9.20 pm I managed to get to the middle and Dil picked the card and looked for a question to ask me. I expected sports as I’m lousy on that subject but he chose an entertainment one which I got. As it happens I would have got the sports one as well but there were two on the card I wouldn’t have got. I didn’t care since I’d won and we were honours even tonight.
Dil left at 9.30 pm and I did my usual quick tidy up, washed the pots and took my meds. I had a quick natter to Joey who was settling down for the night and then came through to work. It’s been hard going as the mail took until 11.05 pm and I couldn’t start the blog until then. It’s almost midnight and I’m anxious to get to my bed.
I got up because I didn’t have a choice. It was either that or wet the bed. I wasn’t thrilled as the clock read (I thought ) 3.26 am but I was up. After the loo I nipped into the lounge just to make sure Joey was OK on his perch though I didn’t go close enough to scare him as I didn’t want him trying to fly inside the cage in the dark. All seemed fine so I left him sleeping and came through to turn the computer on. Damn me but she had a headache again. I powered up and just glanced at the clock which now read 2.36 am. I started working on my emails and was doing alright up until I fell asleep over the keyboard. I stayed sitting upright but my chin must have been on my chest because when I woke up at 4.03 am I had neck ache. What was on screen I didn’t remember working on as I thought I’d dealt with that one before. I checked the sent box and came away sighing with relief. I hadn’t sent any messages out in a code no-one would understand, including me. By 5.38 am both mail boxes were up to date, though I knew that state of affairs wouldn’t last long. I decided to go through and take my meds and have some breakfast.
I had toast for breakfast. Cold and slathered with butter which tasted faintly of the strawberry jelly I’d had in the fridge earlier in the week. Once done I took my coffee top the lounge and sat talking to Joey while I drank it. He wasn’t very vocal this morning. I’m going to risk releasing him today again to see if he’ll come anywhere near me rather than just finding a high perch to settle on. I returned to work until 9.00 am when I took a walk to Pauline’s to get some milk and my lottery tickets. Back at home I unpacked and then went through to the lounge and opened the front of the cage. He didn’t need telling twice. As he perched atop the mirror I cleaned his cage out and renewed his seed and water. There was ( somehow) still a little of his favourite food left so I didn’t change it then. I was in and out all morning keeping an eye on my mail and on Joey. He was pretty good and returned t the cage twice on his own. I left the door open for him. It was on the second of his returns that I noticed he finished the spray of millet and I chose that time to stick my hand in to get the old one out. Stupid!! I must have moved too fast and panicked him. He fluttered around the cage ( and I still carried on) and eventually came out like a bullet. I put the new millet in hoping it will get him back in again later so I can close the cage for the night.
I had lunch at 12.00 pm and talked to Joey throughout. He gave me a right bollocking so maybe he objects to conversation while I’m eating. After lunch I had an apple and cut a piece off for Joey. So far he hasn’t shown any enthusiasm for things like that. When Bargain Hunt finished I came back to the mail again. It doesn’t take long to mount up. I could hear Joey talking or maybe shouting and stopped dealing with the mail and left the work till later. When I went back through he stopped. I think he does enjoy the company and the chatter even if he’s not ready to respond to it yet. Given time I think we’ll be OK. Around 3.00 pm I had a text from Mike to say his Dad’s in hospital again. They want to check why his antibiotics aren’t working on his chest infection.It’s very awkward for Mike as he’s with his grandchildren at the moment and will be until at least 6.00 pm, possibly later. Then he needs to drive to his own place to pick things up before he comes up. It could be tomorrow before he gets to the hospital. I hope this isn’t going to mess up his chances of signing for the new place. After that Joey went back to his cage but I left the door open for him and returned to work where I stayed, nose to grindstone until 4.00 pm when I sort of declared a local holiday.
The holiday lasted until 7.00 pm when I found the BBC had removed my antiques show yet again, this time to record a flower show, and not the Chelsea one either. I suppose it was a prompt to leave Joey and the TV behind and do some work but I can tell you I wasn’t a happy bunny until I saw that there was a DIY SOS Big Build on at 8.00 pm. I would have to work hard for the hour until that was on. Just before I went back through to get my eyes squared again I got a text from Mike to say he was on his way. I expect him about 10.30 pm depending upon the traffic. Last week he did the journey in two hours, his best time ever and I bet he wasn’t legal once in the whole journey unless he was at traffic lights, and even then……… I defy anyone to come away from Big Build with dry eyes but I left the lounge in case Joey saw me and took me for a soft touch. You know the kind of thing, pleading poverty just to get some extra millet. I spent an hour catching up on mail so that I could go through at 10.00 pm to wait for Mike and have all the stuff ready in his mug for him. Once I’d said my hellos and made his drink and checked out his week I knew I’d have to excuse myself to do the blog. . I know Mike’s Dad is back in hospital again so I want the full story. Mike arrived at 9.55 pm and I asked him where he’d parked the jet and whether he’d used it in stealth mode to get past the police. I’m not sure why but he said he sensed some sarcasm. No sh*t Sherlock. I got his drink and we nattered till 11.30 pm after which I had to come through again.
After I’d sat at the computer Mike came through as I was selecting the music for last night. He stayed to listen to it and to a few more tracks while I applied the steroid cream to my leg. It was therefore midnight before he left and before I could get back on the computer. It was just after 12.30 am when I was able to close down and go to bed. I was tired. There was still time for a read though and I managed a chapter and a half before my eyes and brain refused to co-operate. That took me to 1.05 am and the light went out. My lights didn’t come back on until 4.43 am this morning so I slept for over 3 hours, miraculous. A visit to Looville then I fired up the computer and started again. I worked till 6.00 am then went to take my meds and being Friday, renew all the meds in my tablet case. It was only when I finished that I decided to have breakfast this morning and took the pre-foodie pill. A bowl of Ricicles with real sugar was a treat. It was 7.00 am before I got back to work but all I managed were the urgent ones as I started to yawn. Thinking I’d get a sleep. I returned to my chair in the lounge.,I came close a few times. The room itself didn’t seem conducive to a sleep without the TV so on it went and I tried to nod to a background of some wonderful classical music ( mainly adverts). That made things easier but Joey doesn’t like the display of pigeon without the display of human to be lacking in case he wants to tell you off. Every time I looked like dropping off there he was ,full voice to stop me. I soon gave up and started watching the TV that was playing. As soon as that happened I dropped off. I woke at 9.00 pm when I heard Mike turn the kettle on. I must have been out for seconds as the TV hadn’t moved on much and Mike had only just come out. Disgustingly I stayed watching until 11.00 am before getting dressed. Mike stopped about 10.45 pm and went to get dressed and take a phone call.I went back to work ans Mike went off to Manchester to see his Dad.
At 12.00 I made lunch then sat with it while I watched Bargain Hunt. Both teams made a healthy profit at auction. Joey was showing what a crosspatch he is by head butting his rival in the mirror which is now covered with budgie saliva. He went back in his cage but I overcame the temptation to lock him in, as it’s my own insecurities I’m dealing with, not his. Work beckoned so off I went. During the afternoon Mike texted to say he’s be late as he was taking his Dad home from hospital. That’s a good sign. I worked until 3.30 pm when the eyes started to close and went through. Joey was quieter and let me nod off but alas not for long. By 4.05 pm I was awake again and having to repeat through gritted teeth what a good boy he was. Mike sent another text at 6.00 pm to say he was on his way.To be honest I didn’t bother going back through and started watching the TV. I was still there at 7.00 pm when it was time to close the TV and go for a shower. Hellfire, I tried to stand and my foot hurt. More one particular toe than the whole foot at first. I managed to get to the bedroom to get my change of clothes and prepare my washing then went for a shower. I had to sit down and like all cowards I approached that gingerly in case the seat was cold. Shower finished I dressed in my Animal lounge pants and went back to the lounge.
Mike arrived back at 7.50 pm ish while I was watching a fascinating programme about our Coast which just happened to be covering the stretch from Holyhead to the Wirral. The next was on the Vikings and as a history one was of interest to us both. Mike quickly told me how the day had gone, I made him a drink and something to eat and we enjoyed the Vikings together.Time moved on to 9.00 pm and I was able to come through for an hour to skip through some mail but I was expected back for a programme at 10.00 pm. I was struggling for time but it was about to get worse when we fond that the programme we’d just watched had another episode on straight after. Aaargghh. It was midnight before we determined the box had to go off and we had to go to bed. At least Mike could go to bed but I had work to do in the shape of the blog. Emails could wait till the morning. Now I’m not even sure I’ll have the time to read and heaven knows what time I’ll get up for shopping.It would be funny if Mike made it before I did,
Despite the lateness of the hour last night ( this morning) and like Cinderella having to run from the ball at midnight I still managed a small read after the blog was done. It was more a case of settling my mind down for sleep really. When I woke I glanced at the clock and found it to be 2.54 am. Much earlier than I’d thought and much earlier than I’d hoped but here I was awake. No urgency about it but a slight message from my bladder did suggest a tour of the facilities to hand. As soon as I returned the computer was booted up and I hit the first of my mailboxes, amazing it took until 3.59 am to empty it and start on the second which was clear at 4.10 am. Why can’t it be this easy all of the time? I decided a visit to ebay was a good idea and treated myself. I looked at frockcoats, signet rings, pocket watches and maybe a new waistcoat ( which I haven’t bought for my collection for ages). I managed to resist the temptation on all of them. At 5.00 am I went through to the kitchen making sure I didn’t ddisturb Joey as it wasn’t dawn then. I took my meds and a pre-foodie tablet then put two slices of bread in the toaster. Lighting a cigarette to use as timer I carried some rubbish through to my recycling bags and then answered an email. Perfect timing the email went off as I finished the smoke. Back to the kitchen and troweled on some butter then ate my toast. Wonderful. I made a coffee, took my two after food tabs and then returned to the bedroom.
By now a little more mail was coming through and I enjoyed a short story by someone as well a a post by my friend Valerie from NZ who had a great post about tea, sitting an oral French exam in front of Chinese nuns and a woman who tried to kill a woman she disliked in a tearoom but still wanted to be served tea. Very entertaining. At 6.30 am Mike’s alarm went off for the first time and I took a coffee through. I made sure to make plenty of comments in the hopes of penetrating the fog and moving him. At 6.40 the alarm went off again, still no movement.Things were looking good. I left it a minute or two then went to inform him the coffee was going cold. I got a half coherent reply and this is the point I’d usually have some luck. I went back to my room and waited, there didn’t seem to be any movement, am I going to get a third alarm today? Answer, Yes but I didn’t get to make my third call. Total 3A– 2C. We left the house a little after 7.30 am today and made a quick run to the Supermarket. We also made quite a quick run round the Supermarket. I just hadn’t been able to think of much to put on the list though I didn’t leave it a 5 bottles of pop which is how it was until I added millet this morning. Somehow the bill still came to more than usual and I’d no clothes in today.Perhaps the strawberries were gold plated. We went for a drink where Mike had great fun waiting for me to get brain freeze. It’s not easy hiding it.
After packing the car we drove to Flint. We moved from clouds and rain into sunshine which was nice, they’d promised a nice day. we parked up and took a walk to Homies and to Jolley’s ( the pet shop) for more millet then went to get our coffee from Temptations. The lovely Sian was on this morning with Kyle. He was near to kipping on the couch after a late night but did get up when I came to the counter. We enjoyed the coffee then drove home early. We had no specific plans in mind today. The subject of what to do next did crop up though after we’d put the shopping away and I’d made an attempt at my mail again. The problem was we were both asking each other what the other wanted to do and the other was saying “What about you”? It shows what boring old farts we’ve become when Mike suggested we look for a new fridge and a freezer and I was able to suggest where. First we drove to a large Supermarket with a cafeteria and ha something to eat then we walked over to a large retail chain shop and priced up their models, none of which were the ones we’d earlier looked at online. I dithered as it was such a large outlay and we came away with nothing except the stains where I’d drooled over a larger TV. We came home.
Once we got in which was about 2.30 pm I left Mike to relax with TV and I came back to work. I seemed to be doing fine but somewhere along the line I nodded off. When I woke I couldn’t even figure out how to get myself out of where I was, or how I’d got there. Last night’s lack of sleep had taken it’s toll. Worse still while I was trying to come round Mike walked in and said “Oh you’re awake again then” and as I hadn’t caught him asleep I had no rejoinder. I was in shame. It was 5.45 pm and he’d come to let me know Pointless celebrity was due on. I cleared the screen gulped at the amount of mail I could see and joined him in the lounge. By 7.00 pm I was back clearing what I could but only until 8.00 pm when something decent came on. Mike went for some bacon and we had sandwiches while we watched a detective programme. I was there till 10.30 pm when I called it a night and made a concerted effort with the post. I was only able to work until 11.00 pm before having to start the blog so there may be a bit waiting for me tomorrow.
Have a fantastic new week filled with hugs.
An unashamed Indie writes again. Here’s a man with humour.
Originally posted on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog:
The pigtails and Alice band caught my attention first. I’m not sure why but I thought them an odd conceit for someone well beyond primary school. She spotted me as I spotted her, both of us stamping our feet to keep out the cold of December in San Francisco. I was waiting for my family to emerge, beladen, from Macy’s; she was rattling a tin to raise money for a soup kitchen. She smiled, the perfect advert for American orthodontistry. I dug out five bucks and we chatted. She told me she was coming to England the following summer, to London. ‘If we bump in to each other,’ she said, ‘I’ll buy you a coffee and you can tell me the best sights.’
We never did meet again but, I pondered, what if we had? And what if such ‘chance’ meeting turned out to be anything but? That five minute…
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Sunday 12th July 2015
I had thought to bemoan my broken night until I realised it wasn’t as ungenerous as I thought. Bed was about 12.15 am which wasn’t bad, I read until 12.50 am and knew I needed to sleep. Out went the light and I went out like a light. When I woke my tooth was hurting and a quick glance at the clock told me it was just 1.27 am. I got up and applied some clove oil gel which really took my breath away, and what felt like most of the skin in my mouth too. No wonder they say you won’t notice the toothache after using it. I took a walk to the kitchen for two painkillers then sat in my chair in the lounge. The last time I looked at my watch it was 2.20 am.I slept. The next time I looked at my watch I was wide awake and it was 5.05 am. So all in all I did manage over 3 hours.Not to shabby after recent performances and there I was ready to face the day. I paid my usual visit and then carried on through to my room where I powered up my computer. The post in my main mailbox wasn’t too bad but would still take a couple of hours so I mad a start. Not a long one though as I skived off at 6.00 am to get my tablets and make a coffee. When I came back I was in quite a good frame of mind. The sun seemed to be breaking through and I saw Joey as I came through, head on one side watching me. I had a short one sided conversation with him.
I’d dealt with the first mailbox by 8.00 am and for a break had taken my empty mug back through to the kitchen. It had gone dull again and was raining. Nothing unexpected there then. Joey had gone back to sleep and I wished I had. Instead I started on the second batch of mail which again wasn’t bad and finished that at 9.20 am. I was thinking that with Mike having to go pick his Dad up today, maybe we should go out for breakfast instead of lunch, so at 9.30 am I took a coffee through and woke him. He’d been in bed since midnight and had slept early so I knew he should have had enough sleep. It was just the one call and he got up. Amazing. I gave him a few minutes to come round before I joined him.
It wasn’t long before he got his first phone call and it was to say the hospital may keep him another night so the social work team can visit him and do an assessment. Good idea. He’d still go over and visit his Dad then come back to mine before going off again tomorrow to pick him up. That at least meant we could go out for lunch. We left home at 11.30 am to go and buy some slipper for his Dad before lunch which we did quite successfully. Mike was able to ask about a few disability aids too from the same shop. We went for lunch. As we were going to pick up a BFG from a supermarket Mike’s phone went again. This time it was a doctor to say he was releasing Dad this afternoon. I got Mike to say he’d be there by 5.00 pm which took some of the pressure off and allowed him to go to Dad’s place for clean clothes before going in for him. Now he’ll be able to go straight back to Rugby without having to come back here afterwards.
Mike dropped me at home and we loaded up the car with his luggage and he headed off to Manchester again. I had a brief conversation with Joey before coming through to try and clear the post. That was about 3.00 pm. It was 6.15 pm before I emerged again, there was just so much of it. I took a tablet then prepared myself a sandwich and a bowl of strawberries. I put the goggle box on and chilled. Every time Joey decided to sing for me I went over and sat by the cage talking to him. Tomorrow he’s going to find my hand in there a lot. I don’t think it will take him long to get used to it. As soon as he does, I can start leaving the cage door open for him to come out and hopefully he’ll choose to sit on my shoulder.
While doing the mail later I was messaging with Yvonne about what to do this week on Ju’s birthday. She reminded me that during the last blog I’d mentioned her having an appointment with her baby team. Since it seems I’d forgotten to mention she’s pregnant it seemed likely that the appointment might not make sense to most people. I’m sorry about that. For a while I was under a promise to say nothing and then when I could, I thought I had. So here is my official announcement. Yvonne is due to have a baby at Christmas, she says Reuben will be having a brother, I think it’s a sister and as I’m a Capricorn I think it should be my decision. They both say they’re going to leave it as a surprise this time. Well, it’s 11.30 pm and I’m off to bed now and fingers crossed will have a good night. Mail up to date as at 10.30 pm
Well I got my wish. Though I stopped reading at 1.00 am this morning and it did take a little time to get to sleep, I didn’t wake until 5.12 am. That’s good going. The Piddle Palace beckoned and then I logged into the computer and into my first mail address. I almost turned round and went back to hide under the covers when I saw the amount but conscience got the better of me. At 6.30 am I broke off and went to get my meds and a coffee. On my way back I stopped to chat to Joey. He’s obviously not a morning bird so I’m thinking of renaming him Mikey. No reason of course, I just like the name. I talked to him but he didn’t move on his perch, even when I put my hand through one of the doors. If I’d gone closer he might have shifted his little butt. Maybe later.
Back on the computer I finished the mail including a refresh at 7.35 am and opened the next set. That took me until 8.45 am when I took a break and went to see if Joey was feeling any more chatty. Answer, NO. It is a dull day so perhaps he doesn’t think it’s daylight yet. I sat on the edge of the table and told him repeatedly what a good/clever boy he is. I thought flattery might get me somewhere. He didn’t even blink at me. The minute I sat in my own chair and started reading a magazine he started singing then a little bout of arguing until I thought it was a Josephine or Michelle. Luckily that didn’t go on too long so for now I’ve restored his masculinity. I cleaned the cage, the bird bath and the four water/food trays and gave him fresh including a couple of grapes to nibble on. I want to see how he does with those as so fat he seems to regard the apple with suspicion and hasn’t gone near the millet. His seed tray though he still seems to regard as a place to bed down or a toilet.
At 9.05 am I returned to the computer to check on a parcel and found it was to be delivered today. A few minutes later I took my cup to the kitchen and saw the postman coming. I opened the door to him and was given just rubbish but he did say he’s be back with a parcel in a few minutes. He was. The book part of Reuben’s birthday present has now arrived. Yvonne and I will look for the other part tomorrow when we meet. While I was back at the computer I had a message from her to say she’s been on to the DWP and left a message for the woman who ‘corrected’ my claim to find out why it’s gone into recovery mode. Someone on the phone assures us it’s been dealt with but I’ve still not had a letter from her to confirm her actions so you’ll excuse me my cynicism. Terrible customer service in play there. She’s supposed to ring back tomorrow when we’re together. I won’t be holding my breath. I did a little more work then the warden came at 11.30 am and stayed until 12.15 am. It was pleasant talking with her. After she’d gone I took a pre-foodie tablet and set a beef stew and dumplings going in the microwave. I watched the start of Bargain Hunt while the stew was cooking./ As it was in it’s rest for a minute phase I did two rounds of bread and butter to make sure I wasted no gravy. To prove I stayed awake, 5 of the sic item made a profit, and one of the two bonus items. Luckily the team that suffered Charles Hanson didn’t go with his bonus buy which made a resounding loss of £50.00. Charlie Ross’s on the other hand made a £20.00 profit and the team had gone with him.
After lunch I sat on the edge of the table again and chatted with Joey. It was a very one sided conversation. Just occasionally he cocked his head and looked interested but on the whole I think he found the whole thing boring. I went through to check the mail. There was enough to keep me going for a while but it’s just a swell I didn’t do too much bragging about staying awake as I woke up leaning over the keyboard like a demented typist. I had no idea how long I’d been out though I’ve deduced it must only have been moments since as yet no-one has complained at having been sent the script for War and Peace in gobbledegook. It was almost 4.00 pm and I felt tired so I went and sat in my chair but with the TV off so as not to distract me and then I’d end up falling asleep in something I wanted to watch, and now Wimbledon is over my quizzes are back on. For all I was tired I didn’t drop off easily but eventually I did doze for a few minutes. Then Joey decided to serenade me and believe me that can be piercing. I had no choice but to tell him what a clever boy he was while hoping he didn’t notice the gritted teeth.
When I came round fully and talked to Joey he naturally lost interest so I put the TV on and was in time for my first quiz. I know I watched up to 7.00 pm and that I fully intended to watch something from 7.00 pm to 8.00 pm. Instead I woke up at 7.45 pm having missed most of it. I turned off in disgust and came through to work. The post was at mammoth proportions again so apart from a break at 9.30 pm to take my evening meds I was hard at it till gone 10. 30 pm. I prepared my jacket for tomorrow by making sure my diabetic meds were in the right jacket this time ( on Sunday I put them in the jacket pocket under the jacket I was going to wear). I started the blog at 10.45 pm knowing I’d be ready for the morning now.
It was lucky I turned my light out to go to sleep at 12.45 am last night as this morning started again at 3.21 am. Not entirely a bad thing as I had to leave the house at 7.30 am for my bus and needed to have had some breakfast before then and to be as up to date as possible with my mail. When I get home I have some washing to do and poor Joey will have been talking to himself for quite a while. Sad as it is, he needs to hear much more of my voice if he’s to talk and if he’s to get used to me. I worked on the mail until 5.00 am and then went to the kitchen to take my meds (including a pre-foodie) make myself some toast and eat it after using a cigarette to time myself. Then I made a coffee and took the two postfood tabs, and back to work again. I was clear at just gone 7.00 am and had time to mess about on ebay before going out.
At 7.30 am I walked up to the bus stop and only had to wait a couple of minutes before it appeared. I was the only one on apart from the driver until we got to Holywell. As usual I traveled with my eyes shut most of the time and the journey seemed to go quicker. As I got off at the stop in Chester I had a cigarette while waiting for Yvonne and Reuben to arrive. I managed t see them in the distance and hid behind a pillar making Reuben jump a bit as I appeared. We wasted a few minutes in the £ shop until our shop and cafe were open. As soon as the shop opened we were there with Roobs ready to push the button on the lift then gallop ahead of us to the cafe and claim our table which he sat at until we arrived. Yvonne made him some Weetabix and ordered our drinks plus a toastie for me and toast and jam for them. As soon as the toast appeared Roobs stopped eating Weetabix and demanded some. He was also drinking our drinks in turn as they were both cold. I had an iced lemonade and Yvonne an iced ( decaff) coffee.
After breakfast we had a look at the sale and I got another pair of skinny jeans in a different colour. A brown but I’m not sure what you’d call it. I also got a couple of tee-shirts before we went down on the lift with Reuben pushing the buttons and left the store. We walked towards the market as I was hoping to find a table and chairs for Reuben’s birthday. We did find one but it would have been awkward to get home so I left the money with Yvonne so she could get Ugo to pick it up after work. We went to have a look at the budgies and I picked up a few things for Joey including a swing. It was quite warm but also raining as we left there so we decided to head towards the precinct to have a look at the new shops and get me a drink. One of my favourite shops The Gift Company had a rocking horse outside and a rocking donkey. Yvonne loved the donkey and Roobs did too, so much that he didn’t want to get off. It was at a special price and after much arguing I got him that instead of the table and chairs for his birthday. Lucky for me it came flat packed ( except for the donkey) and was lighter than the table. Poor Yvonne got to carry that home. We ordered a drink but the queue was so bad that time ran away and it had to be taken out. The intention was for me to drink it on the bus. I managed to get it on there without spilling any. After I’d waved them off and the bus had left I had the drink but wasn’t able to finish it because of the ice in it. I propped it up in my bag and closed my eyes. I must have nodded off because I woke up and my shins were beating a tattoo on the base of the seat in front of me. Ouch, it bloody hurt.
At the other end I pulled the drink container out of the bag and found the lid had come off. Poor Joey’s gifts were a bit damp. I threw it all away in the bin , what a shame, the lemonade was lovely. I got home as quickly as possible as I’d not had time/forgotten to empty my bladder before I left. No way was I going to manage to get to Pauline’s again. Damn! When I mentioned this to Yvonne whilst letting her know I was back safely, she laughed and said she thought it would be a close call. Such sympathy. I didn’t feel hungry when I first got in and yet again I forgot about my washing. I tried to talk to Joey but he wasn’t having any so I started straight back to work. I managed to catch up at 4.05 pm and decided that was a good time to eat. Joey decided that was a good time to sing to me. I had my pre-foodie, rammed a cottage pie in the micro and sat on the corner of the table to talk to him. I chatted away and at the same time slid my hand under one of the doors and rested it on a food dish. He really wasn’t interested and moved as far away as possible without seeming a coward. I had to give up when the micro binged and sat with my lunch on a tray just throwing the odd, Joey, Joey, Joey, Best Boy in his direction. He didn’t once tell me how good I was.
Since my quiz was on at 5.00 pm I just stayed there after washing the pots. I had programmes all the way to to 8.00 pm though my eyes were drooping a bit towards the end. Joey appeared to have put himself to bed so I turned the power off the box and went through to work. Just as well I did as it was mounting up. Sitting in my chair I leaned down to scratch an itch on my leg and it stung, my nail came up with skin and blood. Damn, I thought I’d better change out of my Skinny jeans ( yes, 64 yrs old and skinny jeans, Yvonne says I look amazing and I haven’t paid her a penny). When I released my legs to the sunlight I saw bruising to both shins as a result of kicking the seat in front on the bus but also I’d scratched the skin off the lower shin on my bad leg. The skin must be very thin there. I went through to get a piece of plaster and some disinfectant- which I spilt over everything, including the plaster- but which did stick. I’d wear shinpads but I’d have to wear my slim jeans and not my skinny ones.!! If the bad leg swells up any further I won’t get it through the leghole of those jeans much longer. I put my minions lounge pants on and my Bazinga tee-shirt. Nice and cool while I worked. I took 5 minutes off at 9.30 pm to take my meds and then finally caught up at 10.20 pm. Straight onto the blog then to be followed by a early night. I think Yvonne, Ugo and Roobs are coming to take me to lunch tomorrow.
I stopped reading early last night and turned the light out at 12.40 am. I felt really cheated when I woke at 2.03 am and couldn’t drop off again, even after a trip to the Piddle Palace. Since I’d been not long before sleep there was no urgency to the visit. I had no choice but to start work and hope it tired me out enough to need another sleep. Because it wasn’t that long since I’d been hitting the mail I wasn’t expecting too much at that time. I was to be disappointed but having said that. I was clear again by 4.15 am and chose to go sit in my chair in the lounge. I’d fully intended to nod off for a while but Joey was still on his overnight perch which was right next to his mirror and he was fascinating to watch. Moving around he’d knock the mirror and make it spin which obviously annoyed him. He’d have a quick conversation with his reflection then as the reflection didn’t answer he’d get cross and rap his rival over the head with his beak, or in other words clout the mirror. What a very ignorant mirror it must be, not answering when spoken to. Again because he moves around on the perch his posterior sometimes nudges the honey seed stick hanging from the roof. Because it swings back to catch him on the rump it also gets a telling off followed by a little nibble when he realises it’s food. The odd thing is he knows that’s food and eats it but if you stick s piece of apple through the bars he avoids it like the plague. The grapes I put in yesterday are still there though I know he’s visited them. He just hasn’t managed to break the skin and sample the contents yet.
At 5.15 am I gave up trying to sleep and went to the kitchen. I set the washer to quick wash and set it going. I had my meds and then some Ricicles for breakfast. I set the drier going, made myself a coffee and came back through to the bedroom to catch up on mail again. My dear friend Paula has blogged today about creating her new website but how she’s been conned by them for adverts on the social sites. All I could do was sympathise and say I find twitter to be the best way of carrying a message to the public rather than paid ads on Facebook etc.At 6.00 am I stopped work to start work. I filled my mop bucket with hot water and some Flash and did the kitchen floor and then the laminate floor in the lounge. It was about time as even I’m beginning to write my name in the dust and I can see the tracks of where all the spiders walk. It looks much better. That done, I returned here to carry on with the mail. At 8.40 am I went and checked the washing machine and was in time to see it finish the drying cycle. I folded everything and put it on the airer. I wonder if I’d bought one before if I’d have saved a load of I***ing? Maybe I should rewash everything in the baskets. As soon as that was done I changed Joey’s seed and water then got the hoover out and did the hallway and the edge of the carpet around the coffee table in the lounge. I didn’t do the bedrooms today as I’m not expecting an inspection and I need to get out to Pauline’s for supplies.
It was 9.5 am when I got to Pauline’s but I was OK the Mother’s Mafia had gone.No pushchairs gathered around the entrance and non-school age kids running around with dripping noses which they wipe on the variety of dogs under the pretence of a hug. It’s easy to trip over any or all of the hazards and a trouser leg does just as well for the children. I got my bread, TV mag and cigarettes so I should be OK until Saturday shopping now. Back at home I put the stuff away then sat talking to Joey for a while, though I should say talking at Joey since he turned his back on me. How rude ! The moment I left to come through to the bedroom he started chirping. At 10.30 am I got a text from Yvonne to say they were on their way. It would have been Ju’s birthday today so we’ve decided to spend some of the day together and go for a meal. I kept working on the mail until the last minute or so before I expected them. I wasn’t too far off and when the car pulled up they got out and came to say hello to Joey. I’m not sure Reuben has seen one quite so close before. I think he was glad Joey was in a cage. We set off and called in at Abakhan on the way for a cuppa and a chance for Reuben to use the playground. It was quite pleasant this morning so it was OK. When we’d played/had a drink we went on our way to The Bells of St Mary’s. We had a nice carvery then Ugo and Yvonne had puddings with Reuben giving his father a lot of unwanted help to finish.
After leaving the Bells Ugo drove into Holywell so I could visit the bank, he even came with me for protection. Then they dropped me off at home and left me to my mail. It was about 3.00 pm and Dil was due at 5.00 pm. I managed t get the levels down before he arrived but he was a bit early . I made him a cup of tea as usual and we settled to watch the quiz, me trying to read him the questions off the screen he says he can’t make out. At 6.00 pm the TV went off and the games table came out. Yahtzee ended up being 4-2 in my favour tonight , a nice change. The cheating must be working. I also managed a win at Trivial Pursuit but not by much and it was only because for once I was able to answer a sports question that I never usually get. Three games of cribbage next and I won the first before things no longer went my way and Dil slaughtered me in the other two. He went home with his honour intact, Damn ! He left at 9.30 am and as usual I tidied up a bit and washed the pots before coming through to work. Only till 10.00 pm though when I remembered I hadn’t taken my meds. I did that and made myself a sandwich too. Then I had to plough in until I was clear at 10.40 pm and able to start the blog.
I turned my light off at 1.00 am as usual. I think sleep came fairly quickly. During the night I remember getting up once. I’m not sure if I piddled in the loo then went to visit Joey, or piddled on Joey then went to visit the loo. I just remember some squawks but that could be because I approached him in the dark an spoke to him. However, I came back to bed and stayed there until 5.09 am, a really good sleep. When I got up I made another journey to the loo then returned to power up the computer. I thought I’d wait until 6.00 am when it was very light before going through for my tablets. I made a start on my mail first. Things were a bit slow as my ISP said the mail boxes were being worked on until 7.00 am. Anyway, at 6.00 am I went through to the kitchen, passing through the lounge and Joey in his cage. He wasn’t sitting on his usual top perch, but on the main perch about half way down. Either I was in trouble or he was actually awake. I approached the cage gingerly, but all seemed fine except for the fact that he didn’t feel like talking to me again. Nothing new there then. I went to the kitchen and took my meds then made a coffee to take back to the bedroom. I spoke to Joey as I passed through again but still no response.
Back in my room I was horrified to see a Microsoft update had been started and my system was due to close in 3 minutes. I asked it to postpone the update for 4 hours and carried on. Withing a couple of minutes it closed down. So much for asking politely for a postponement. When the system rebooted I signed in again and hoped it would take me to where I was previously. No such luck, I had to sign in to my mail again. This time however it would only sign in to an older incarnation which did not display a way of deleting emails. I had to deal with them and leave them there to be canceled at the end. At 7.00 am I signed out and then back in again to the newer system. Yay, it was back to normal and I could delete everything I’d dealt with. By 7.20 am I was clear on the first mail box and able to open the second and start again. There were quite a few duplicates and so it didn’t take too long to clear that one also. By 7.55 am I was twiddling my thumbs. I went to get dressed. My leg is so bad this morning I’ve left my socks off and am wondering whether to stay in today rather than go to get my lottery tickets which I can do tomorrow. I stuck by that decision. As usual I spent a bit of time by Joey’s cage talking to him and resting my hand just inside the cage door to see if I could encourage him to sit on it. The word ‘sit’ is almost the right word for what he did do on my hand. Maybe that’ll bring luck when I check the lottery this Friday night.
I checked the bank and found the DWP are still recovering the non-existent debt they said I owed. So much for it being sorted as one of their Supervisors promised. Speaking of whom, she left a message on the phone today to say she’d got my letter ( I wonder which one of the many) and she’ll try later to speak to me. Again that shows how much they listen when I make a point of saying I don’t use the phone and want them to speak to Yvonne. At the moment I feel justified in having lost my faith in them altogether. I watched Homes under the Hammer and saw just how small house prices are in some places. here and just what a profit can be made from bringing them up to scratch. Buying for the rental market seems to be the way to go for many buyers as it can bring in a good pension income later on. After that I started to think about lunch . my stomach thinks my throat has been cut since I didn’t bother with breakfast this morning. Ahhh, that’s better. I had Bargain Hunt on while I ate and settled down to watch the rest of it after I’d washed up. Ha, I must have seen about five minutes before the aliens came and took me away. That’s the only explanation I can come up with for this sudden loss of memory that lasted until 2.05 pm. Fancy them making me miss the end of my programme.
I retreated to my bedroom to work and barricade myself in just in case the aliens tried again. I could even hear Joey singing but I was strong and stayed in front of the computer working until 4.00 pm. I had to cut and run then to try getting Joey to respond to me rather than talking to the hand while it was still light outside. I stayed sitting by the cage while I watched the first half of my quiz, My arm was starting to ache a bit then so I withdrew it and sat in my chair. The moment I moved Joey moved down to the spot he’d been studiously ignoring a few seconds before. At the end of the quiz I turned over for the next one and was gobsmacked to find it’s been replaced by golf now. I think I only had three night between tennis and this. I watched Wheeler Dealers instead until 7.00 pm then cam back through to the bedroom. The post is almost back to it’s previous levels. I know it’s my own fault but have no idea what to do about it. At just gone 8.00 pm I had a text from Mike to say he’s on his way so it will be anywhere around 11.00 pm when he arrives unless the traffic is bad. I’m only going to work until 10.00 pm tonight then do the blog so I’m free to make his drink when he gets here.
Michael arrived at 10.30 pm last night so I made him a drink and sat with him to talk about his week (and mine). He’d forgotten it was Ju’s birthday on Wednesday so was surprised I’d had a second outing with Yvonne. But, as a result of hearing about the table and chairs on Tuesday now knows what to get Reuben for his birthday.(Unless Reuben reads this of course). It was midnight before I got to bed and my usual 1.00 am before my reading stopped and the light went out. I knew sleep wasn’t going to be easy as I wasn’t breathing right in any position I tried, and the coughing was irritating, like something was there but wouldn’t come out, a gold watch perhaps as we used to say when I was a kid. ( Who am I kidding, we still say it- cough it up, it might be a gold watch?????). Anyway , lying on my side, trying hard not to use up the last of my spray as I won’t get more until Tuesday or Wednesday, I eventually dropped off. At 3.11 am I was up again and immediately the cough started. Damn, I got up.
I nipped to the the loo and then rather than come back and sign on, I ventured through to the lounge. Joey was on his top perch but it wasn’t bright enough yet for me to disturb him so I sat in my chair and closed my eyes. Wham, I was out like a light until 4.18 am. I felt much better. I wished Joey good morning and heard rather than saw him move on the perch but it still wasn’t light enough for him to venture forth. A quick stretching of the wings was all I got. Back to the bedroom and power up the computer. It was great as I signed into my first mail box, just one email from last night. While that might be a cause for celebration less so were the 57 emails from this morning which were eventually updated by another 29 then another 13 before 7.00 am when I stopped work to take my meds and make a coffee. I went back to work leaving my empty drugs tray till later. I was finished for a while by 8.20 am and as I intended getting Mike up at 8.30 am I went to put the kettle on.
I took a coffee through at 8.30 am and wondered why Mike wasn’t up already considering Joey’s been singing for the last ten minutes. In a slightly louder voice than usual I announced the coffee was there and that I’d put it on the bedside table nearest the door. I actually got a thank you. I went back to see if Joey could be persuaded my hand is approachable. That got me nowhere. After ten minutes I heard Mike’s alarm go off and he got up. Pretty good going really for him. As he brought his drink through I gave up my tries with Joey and sat down for a few minutes. I said to Mike I hadn’t seen anyone going to school so far and wondered if my lot finished yesterday. It looked as though they had so I chose to go to Pauline’s for my lottery then. I wasn’t very long and came back to do my drug trays. Mike came to make himself another coffee and turned the spout away from me so I wasn’t scalded. I wonder if he’s quite well? I watched an episode of Frazier then turned over for Homes Under the Hammer which Mike said he’d seen so he went to get dressed. At 10.30 am he was ready to go see his Dad and left. It’s back to just me and Joey again and though I feel guilty about leaving him, I did come back through to catch up on work at 11.00 am. At 11.45 am I decided to sort out my lunch so took a pre-foodie tablet and waited a few minutes before putting a chips with curry sauce in the microwave.
I managed to finish lunch just in time for Bargain Hunt and even managed to stay awake for the auctions though it was hard today One team made a profit on all three items but turned down the experts bonus buy which made a £40 profit. Ouch. But they did win a Golden Gavel for their profits. At 1.00 am I knew I wanted to go to sleep but made myself come and catch up on both sets of mail before even considering it.That took until 3.10 pm and then I went through to try it. I put the TV on to aid me but the programme proved to interesting and sleep didn’t come. I went back at 4.00 pm but there wasn’t much post so it took very little time and I returned to the TV. I stayed there until just before 7.00 pm. As I went through to the bedroom I saw I’d missed a lot of calls from Yvonne and texted her. She called me with the news that the DWP had been in touch. It appears the overpayment they’re currently recovering does not date from this year and that the non-existent one has been written off. It appears they’re now recovering an overpayment from 2013. WHAT??? Get rid of one in 2015 and create one from 2013 and just start recovery now. 2013 was the year Ju died and my head was not where it belonged in those days. I shall have to write and ask for a letter of explanation which will no doubt take another freakin’ month to be actioned.
Once I’d spoken to Yvonne I went for my shower I’d had no word from Mike about when he was coming back. I was out in time for A Question of Sport and it had only been on for a minute when Mike walked in. For once he was going to have to wait for his coffee. Once it was over I made Mike’s drink and then we watched a programme on Anglo-Saxon treasures together. We both enjoy history and the Sutton Hoo treasure which was included were amazing,as were the Lindisfarne Gospels. After that I departed for the bedroom and left him with a comedy show he likes. By 10.10 pm I had cleared the mail and was able to start the blog. Yay, an early night.
Another long night, short sleep. My light went off just before 1.00 am, I know I was tired and the reading had relaxed me but I had major problems getting comfortable. I was tempted to head for my chair but thought I should try harder in bed. I fell asleep. Next thing I know it’s 3.23 am and I’m wide awake. I didn’t want to be but to be honest who cares what I want. Certainly not Somnos et al. By 5.00 am I’d done both sets of post and didn’t think doing the rubbish at that time would be appreciated. At least the bags are ready to go. At 5.30 am I got dressed and went through to the kitchen to take my meds and have some cornflakes. Maybe it would be a good idea to deal with my shopping list while I was there? Nah, I decided to go unencumbered by ideas this week and just shop as the mood took me.. I took my coffee back to the bedroom to catch up on any new mail. I was delighted to get a message from a special friend to say some medical test results had come back fine. As I know it’s been a worry since the tests were called for, I couldn’t be happier. One of my biggest regrets at a time like this is that my Hugs are all virtual. I’d love to be doing them in person. At 6.00 am I started taking the rubbish out. First the food waste, then the recycling bags. Finally I took the wheelie bin to the bottom of the path. All ready to go now.
At 6.30 am Mike’s alarm went off as I took his coffee in but that didn’t stop me speaking to him of course as I told him it was there. His eyes opened, his eyes closed. Ten minutes later I wasn’t quick enough, his alarm went off but he got up before I could speak so it was a 2A an IC day today. Very disappointing, he’s spoiling all my fun since I can’t insult him as much. For all his hanging around we got out at 7.20 am and wee’re at the Supermarket for 7.45 am. I hit the machines for cash while Mike got us a freebie trolley, We were confronted by a clothes sale again so I got Reuben a couple of tops. OK stop asking questions, yes,I got two tee-shirts for me as well. Without a list the food shopping seemed negligible and we motored round there. Through the tills in no tome flat and to the cafe where I had an iced mocha. Mike sat staring as I drank it and when asked why replied he was waiting for me to get brain freeze so he could laugh at my pain. Such charm, oh yes, he was in the wrong queue that day.
On the way to Flint we stopped at Pets At Home to pick up a couple of new perches for Joey. It’s a very big cage so some extra places to perch gives him more options to ignore me from. When we finished there we headed for Flint. We looked in a couple of shops before getting the chocolates out of the car to take into Temptations. No Ceri again this morning but Mike was delighted to see it was Sian. He can tease her just as easily. We enjoyed our coffee. After we left it was a quick trip to the frozen food store for lollies then home. That cruel person made me deal with the frozen food. We had a bit of a break after unpacking as Mike was feeling under the weather( I knew those voodoo dolls worked).At 1.00 pm we went off for lunch. Getting in the car we had no idea where we were going. Mike suggested Tariq’s but I hadn’t brought chocolates out for them so we carried on and went to he Cook House where I had Father’s Day. What a fantastic meal it was again. We were both stuffed. We still had a bit of parking time left so had a wander round all the charity shops in Prestatyn looking for one of those great buys that always turns out to be worth a fortune on The Antiques Roadshow. No such luck nut I did but a small wooden box to collect change in and a birthday book. Then before we could be pinched for parking too long we headed for home.
It was almost 4.00 pm before we got back so I had no choice but to attack my post. Mike could entertain Joey while I worked. Of course I couldn’t stay away all evening so I had to go back tot he lounge at 6.00 pm where we had cake for tea then watched some TV . I stayed until 9.40 pm and left Mike to finish a programme. I whittled some more emails down until I’d almost done at 10.30 pm. then started the blog.I may go back to the post later so there’s less waiting in the morning.
I wish you all a Wonderful New Week with Many Hugs.
Sunday 5th July 2015
What was it the Beatles sang about Monday Morning at 5.00 am as the day began? Well forget it, on a Sunday here it begins at 4.32 am, and I wasn’t about to leave home. There was certainly no chance of Mike leaving home at that time either since he only recognises one 5.00 o’clock in a day, and it’s not this one. So, as I padded along to the Piddle Palace I was all alone and not leaving a note to say I’d run away with a woman from the motor trade. I was up because my bed was wringing wet and I wanted to be sure I still needed the loo. I didn’t use my quilt during the night because it was so close and still I reacted like I’d been interrogated in a sauna. Coming back from the loo I booted up the computer and started on the mail. Things were steady and I was getting a few laughs at comments on the blog. There was no pressure on me so I had plenty of time to tweet for others too.
I didn’t want breakfast today as I knew there’d be plenty of time for some tea after Mike leaves so I ceased work at 6.00 am and went to take my meds and get a coffee. By half past I was back at work again. Coffee is not the most refreshing drink at the best of times but even less so since I’ve been ill so there’s always another soft drink on my desk too. Today I was having lime juice and anyone looking in when I took a sip would think I was trying to swallow a bitter pill. It was a little tart but I loved it. The ice cubes are coming in very handy too. Sometime this week I’m going to attempt a slush puppy.
I was just working on my last message ( of the moment) at 8.40 am when I got the shock of my life. Mike stuck his head in my room. I don’t know how he did it. The why is a little easier since he knew figuring it out would drive me crazy. It gave me hope for the day as now we could do something early. Ha Ha. He made himself a drink and I joined him in the lounge. He started singing(???) a song from the 1930’s that he’d woken up with in his head. It was bizarre, and he followed it up with other songs from the dim and distant.Mike suffers with OCD ( he says CDO is more accurate as it’s alphabetical) which means if he mentions it he has to play it. Grovel all you like, and tell him you know it word perfect and it matters not a jot, he plays it. So much time gets wasted like that. It was almost 10.30 am before we got out. We drove towards Chester in the hopes I’d get a text from Jen to say she was at home so I could drop her birthday prezzie off. It didn’t happen so we went to park on the banks of The Dee and headed to look for some jeans for Mike and a couple of tee-shirt for me in the sale.From here Mike wanted a posh electrical shop to buy a Humax doodad that controls something via the internet on your TV. We found what he wanted.
It was time to think about food so Mike directed us back into Chester to Broughton Park and the pub we sometimes use for lunch. A big chain but not bad. I had a lemon and lime for my tablets and then a bangers and mash with some onion rings. This time there was no problem at all with my gravy. While we were in there the heavens opened and the rain came down in sheets. We settled on going straight home once I’d paid the bill. He knew damn well I had the lemon meringue pie there and wasn’t leaving with it still intact. At home I forced myself to do the honorable thing and share the pie but he said he wasn’t hungry and I should save his half for teatime. I had a much needed sleep while he watched the Grand Prix and when I woke up about 4.00 pm he left to go home. The rain had stopped but it looked like it might return. I waved him off the premises checking the silver as I went then returned to work once he’d gone. I’d only done a few messages when he returned having forgotten his phone and cigarettes. I think he was checking to see what I was eating really. He tried again- I locked him out. I worked until 6.00 pm then watched a film based on an Edgar Rice Burroughs story. A little unusual to say the least. Once that was over at 8.00 pm I came back through to try and totally catch up on mail and if late enough the blog too.
OK, the big fillo’soffical question of the week is, Do Pigs Sweat? I know they can get sunburned and it’s the farmers job to catch them and rub SF30 into their backs but do they sweat? I only ask this important question so as not to misrepresent things when I say I was sweating like a pig last night. I mean, for all I know it might be more accurate to say I was sweating like a lemur last night. At least I wouldn’t have to get things wrong for very long. After reading an ebook on my computer and emailing the author my thanks and congratulations, I turned off and went to bed to read my physical book. I turned the light off about 12.30 am for a change. I t was like walking through the rain forest on a particularly hot day. OK, I wasn’t swatting mosquitos or stepping over reticulated pythons, but it was hot and steamy. I don’t know how long sleep was in coming but I woke up in Equatorial Guinea at 3.16 am.
A trip to the loo was on the cards but so was a drink as the sun beating down had parched me and turned me white. Yes friends, before today I had rhythm. I made the Piddle Palace first stop and then came back to my room and as the computer was booting up, I had a Pepsi Max. I’d probably have had one of my Calippos if I hadn’t known how you’d all react at me eating ice-lollies at that time. When the steam was gently rising from the top of my computer I knew it was ready and opened my first mail box. Joy of joys there were only 52 messages at that time. I set the background to a picture of some skiers so the computer wouldn’t over heat and set to work. At 6.00 am I could see the sun start to rise nicely as I went to the kitchen. I took all my meds then made a coffee. Before I returned to my room I put the washer on fast wash and walked away. At 7.00 am I went back and turned the drier on for 3 hours. By the time 8.00 am arrived I’d done the post in both boxes and was unsure whether I should try and grab an hours sleep or get dressed. I settled for the latter. Once dressed I went through to the lounge for a while so I could keep an eye on time for the drier to get my stuff out and shake the creases out before sticking them on an airer. There’s no way I want to leave anything I have to i**n.
The postman came and brought absolutely nothing other than advertising pamphlets. I got my shoes on and walked up to the chemist with my prescription request. The minute I set foot outside the front door, down came the rain again. Lucky for me I’m shrink proof. I doubt I was out ten minutes in all. I was back in time to turn on Homes Under the Hammer but my warden Bev arrived before it was over so I missed the bit where they show the renovations and tell us the new value of the property. Instead Bev told me all about her holiday last week, though I can certainly see the effect the sun has had on her. We chatter a little bit about this and a little bit about that but I promise we never said a word about the other. After she’d left to continue her rounds I made my lunch which today was braised steak with mashed potato and carrots. It was Bargain Hunt on the TV during that but after I’d washed my plate I came back to watch the auction and fell asleep. It only lasted about quarter of an hour but was long enough to ensure I missed the auction in full. A little disgusted with myself I came back to work until 2.00 pm when Who Do You Think You Are was on.
Just after that was over I returned to the Grimpen Mire again to continue work, there is much in my studies that John Watson needs to know, Ooh sorry, don’t know what came over me then. I went all of a doo da. It must be working on my own too often. Though I choose to do it so that Moriarty does not get to pick on my family and friends. I’m sure Mycroft has similar arrangements in place. Heavens above, I do believe I’m being taken over, invaded if you will. Wow, with luck maybe I’ll experience some of that automatic spirit writing and come up with a best seller.
At 5.00 pm it was time for my quiz and I found I stayed in the lounge until 8.00 pm. I had some tea though it wasn’t until I started it that I remembered I was supposed to be having something else. I must try and remember to check the date for tomorrow night Yvonne has a date with her baby team tomorrow so I’m not going to see them. It’s going to be another long day. At 8.00 pm I came through and started the evening catch up. The only interruption was when I went to take my meds at 9.30 pm. I worked until 10.30 pm then started the blog. I’m looking for an early night.
Yay, I got my early night. I was in bed by 11.30 pm and finished with reading at 12.30 am. Naturally the gods like to keep things even so Somnos made sure my early start on sleep was balanced by an early start to the day. 2.49 am to be precise. I bit my tongue rather than risk saying what I thought of him and his brothers as I know he can be a vindictive little beggar. He’s not winning any popularity competitions with me. It being too early to consider getting breakfast I visited the Piddle Palace and then powered up the computer. I was wondering If I could install a little water wheel just outside the property so that between us Mike and I could generate some electricity. First job I checked the bank to be sure my mobility allowance had gone in OK. All seemed fine but to be fair I’ve seldom had any problems from them. Then it was on with the post. There was obviously less from this morning it being so early, but there were more from last night due to my early skive. By 5.00 am though I was clear and decided I might as well go for breakfast so that there’s plenty of time to digest before it’s time for lunch. I put two pieces of bread in the toaster and took all my meds while it was toasted. Once I’d eaten the toast I was able to have my two post-food tablets and make myself a coffee.
I washed the few pots then rather than wait as I hadn’t washed up from my tea last night. Then I took the coffee through and opened my second in-box. By 7.00 am I didn’t have much left but found my chin was being assaulted by gravity and was being dragged in the direction of my keyboard. For some reason my eyes wouldn’t focus and my brain couldn’t put two words together, none that made sense anyway. I backed away before writing something I might regret and headed for my chair in the lounge. I stuck Will and Grace on the TV and promptly fell asleep. I dreamed I was at a ceremony to award The Queen’s Envoy a prize as one of the fifty best books to read. I reached out for the glass award and promptly dropped it. What I had done was reach out and swipe my glass ash tray off the table straight onto my knee and then the floor. I woke up sharpish and was dismayed to find what I’d done. Not just because of the sore kneecap but because I now had to get the dustpan and brush to all the dog ends on the floor. They always said smoking was dangerous.
I returned to work until 10.00 am when I went to watch a shortened Homes Under The Hammer which was followed by a memorial service to those killed on July 7th 2005 by the cowardly terrorists who came to attack civilians on the streets of London. 52 people died as a result of their cowardice. I’m not going to excuse the fact that when our Countries involve ourselves in another countries affairs for the sake of oil that innocent civilians seem to be killed as much as those we claim are terrorists . It’s no wonder sometimes that we have so many enemies. At 11.35 am I broke off to start my lunch. I was ready to go at midday when they’d moved the start time of Bargain Hunt. That might have been the deciding factor in keeping me awake for the auction at the end. I know that minutes after it was over I was snoring for Britain. When I came round I had to hang my skiving head very low as I returned to work. I’d just restarted the post when there was a knock at the door. I could see the shape of my chemist’s bag through the glass so I unlocked and opened up. It was my friend again and as she handed over my fix, I handed over hers, the chocolates. It’s a very fair swap and little to pay for such a good service. She had a youngster with her who I assume was learning the job but I didn’t catch his name.
There was so much post in I couldn’t get away again until 5.45 pm so I only caught the last few minutes of the quiz The Chaser and judging by some of the questions it’s just as well. As it ended I turned over the Wheeler Dealers and watched them bring an iconic mkII Jaguar back to life. The car was 40 years old and still beautiful and it brought almost £20,000 when they came to sell it. I’m over 40 years old and I never get offers like that. At 8.00 pm I came back through for the evening. There was plenty to do. I know that MuJo are coming tomorrow so I must clear as much as I can. At 10.30 pm I changed to the blog though I may go back to mail afterwards.
I was convinced 1.14 am was not an appropriate night’s sleep so I restricted that waking to a loo trip and then went back to bed. 3.44 am felt much more like the real thing meaning I knew there was no chance of more sleep just then. So, I made the loo trip again but this time logged onto the computer on my return. The mail was a lot more than expected so you can tell I didn’t go back to the mail after the blog last night. Instead I read until 12.30 am. I started in on the mail but only worked until 5.30 am as I felt like breakfast so I went through and took my meds then had a bowl of cornflakes. I remembered that my phone might need a charge so brought it through to the kitchen ( I don’t know why, as I have a charger in the bedroom) but when I plugged it in I found a message I’d missed last night as I must have been out of the bedroom. Poor Mike is up in Manchester again as his father was burgled last night as he watched TV. The scum who can’t find a useful way to earn money are yet again targeting the elderly. They didn’t hurt him at all but I think that may be pure luck as he didn’t hear them. Who knows what could have happened had he heard them and gone to see what the noise was and seen them. The whole thing is a shock though as I can attest so Mike was in the A&E section of the hospital getting him checked for shock etc at just gone midnight when he texted me.He was hoping to sleep here and then go back again this morning but I’m guessing his dad didn’t want to spend the night alone. You have to feel for Mike being split in so many directions as he’d be due to take his grandchildren to school this morning and to collect them this evening, as well as having to drive to Milton Keynes to collect his newly repaired car which should now stay dry inside when it rains. I really didn’t know what he’d do.
After breakfast I returned to work and at 7.45 am had emptied one mail box. Time to start the second. That would go much quicker and by 9.00 am I was able to concentrate on getting dressed. I was tempted to go to Pauline’s but decided I could probably last until tomorrow. I pottered a little bit creating the best gap possible for the budgie which would be appearing tomorrow. In some ways I’m quite excited and in others I wonder what I’m doing tying myself down so much again. MuJo appeared about 10.45 am so I saw to the drinks and we sat chatting for a while until it was time for me to get my shoes on. We were heading for Holywell to the Post Office and John’s favourite charity shops before having dinner at the chippy. I had my old standby of mince and mushrooms which is nice but when I was coming out afterwards my feet were cramping a lot so I realised I must have over done the salt. They actually stayed that way pretty much the rest of the day. After lunch, we headed for Flint where Muriel wanted Aldi, Asda, a tool merchant and then we went for coffee. Though actually all three of us were so warm we all had a cold drink instead. We had a look round a few more shops before buying some ice lollies so we could have one each. This morning’s rain had disappeared and the day was hotting up. The lollies brought our temperature and thirst down nicely.
We got home about 4.00 pm and John had another drink filled with ice as he took some tablets. They left about 4.40 pm and I dashed to get my shoes and socks off to see if I could walk the cramp away. There was no time to do any work before Dil arrived at 5.05 pm. I made him a cuppa and we sat watching the quiz together trying to do better than the contestants. We didn’t fare too badly. At 6.00 pm off went the TV and out came the games. He hammered me 4 games to 2 at the Yahtzee but then I beat him at Trivial Pursuit so I didn’t feel too bad. At Cribbage we won one each. We had a few laughs during play. He went home at 9.30 pm and because I’d forgotten to take my tablets out at lunchtime, I had to eat something and take them tonight,. Then I had to take my normal meds as well so I rattled on my way to the bedroom after washing the pots. The post was horrendous as it always is when I spend so long away, but that’s the price of having company. I had to work on it until 11.15 pm before I dared starting the blog.
I’m going to say I woke at 3.03 am this morning though I’m not sure it’s strictly true. That at least was the time I became aware I was sitting on the edge of the bed speaking out loud a sentence I was supposed to be making sense of.(I think) How long I’d been sitting there speaking I have no idea but I have the feeling it was a while. Had I been asleep I think I would have rocked forward as in the past and fallen off the side of the bed. Also, the fact I’d put my bedside light on indicates I must have been awake and recognised the dark of the hour. My clock usually illuminates the room enough if I’m just going to the loo or something. Heck, where’s the trick cyclist when you need one, I’m going loopy ( a short journey).
As I gradually became compost mental I signed onto the computer and as is my want on a Thursday went straight to the bank. There I found another indication of my fragile mental state. Not only had I been tricked into answering the phone last week for the first (and last) time in years but I found myself believing the woman from the DWP that all had been dealt with and was fine. I was a little bemused at her saying my overpayment had been written off as I’d expect the claim to have been corrected which was the best way to deal with it. Here today I find that I was lied to as the overpayment has now gone into recovery mode until October. The non-existent debt exists again somehow. I give up. I shall be paying back money I don’t owe because someone cannot do their job properly.
From there I went into my mail and worked until 6.00 am trying to become a calm person before taking the meds to make me a calm person. I decided to have breakfast.I took the pre-foodies first then followed up with both sprays then the morning meds. Then it was a timing cigarette followed by a bowl of cornflakes and ending up with my two post foodies. Dropping my bowl in the sink I was able to make a coffee to take away with me. Back on the computer attacking the morning messages and enjoying my drink I realise I have a toothache coming. A quick check with the tongue confirms the tooth isn’t loose enough to come out easily yet so there’s some suffering to come. I don’t have a dentist, and even if I did the chances of me going to him are about nil. And even if I would, it would have to be as a private patient as none round here take anything other than private patients so you need a mortgage to see one.That would cost a mortgage and the soul of your firstborn.
At 9.30 am I took a walk to the Post Office / Chemist to send a registered letter to the DWP and to collect some drugs missing from my prescription of yesterday. Then on to Pauline’s for bread, my TV mag, cigarettes and my very important lottery. When I asked Pauline which of my tickets was due to win this time she answered “All of them” which I thought was generous. I came home and watched an episode of Homes Under the Hammer. Some every interesting properties including a large pub in one of the South Wales Valleys with a guide price of just £10,000. It sold for £40.000 but was big enough to be converted into 5 self contained flats that generated a good profit for the purchaser. House prices there are very low. After the programme I returned to the mail for three quarters of an hour until at 11.45 am I went to start my lunch. I had new potatoes, sausages and beans today and enjoyed them while watching my Bargain Hunt. I stayed awake during the important bits today and at 1.00 pm I washed the pots and returned to work instead of settling down for a kip. mike sent a text to say he was on the way so I expect him about 4.00 pm. At 3.45 pm I left work and walked to the kitchen to put the kettle on. Just as well I did as he chose to walk in just then complete with cage.
The cage is really nice and even has an extension in case Josephus III needs room to spread. He’s a beautiful little bird and because of my insistence on colouring is actually about 5-6 weeks old from an earlier clutch. I gave Mike his coffee and made sure I don’t owe anybody anything then sat with Joey talking to him for a few minutes, hopefully getting him used to my voice. Mike said he’s been reacting to music on the way up, chirping loudly whenever any hard rock came on. I’m afraid he won’t get much of that here. Mike hadn’t eaten since breakfast so I made him a meal. We started watching the early evening quizzes and pitting ourselves against the contestants. We do OK. During one show Mike noticed Jory struggling to reach a honey stick and decided to move it. He opened the front of the cage to move it and Joey flew out.He led me a merry dance trying to be slow and gentle ( the bird, not Mike) but Mike said he’s been used to being caught by hand, so much as I hate to do it since it puts them off human hands when I want to encourage him onto them, I did actually catch him and put him back in the cage.I want him to spend most of his time out of the cage except to eat so will need to try and encourage him to leave on my hand in future. I shall lock him in at night rather than have him free to fly about in the dark.
I’m afraid much of the post since 3.30 pm has had to go by the board and Mike persuaded me to watch a programme that started at 10.00 pm which I mistakenly thought was on for an hour. I wasn’t able to get away until 11.50 pm to start the blog. If it doesn’t make sense, blame the late hour.I think I’ll have a very busy morning tomorrow.
Given the lateness at which I got to bed I decided against reading. A little drink and I propped myself up hoping for sleep. It didn’t take long to arrive. Trouble was it didn’t seem to stay very long either leaving me sitting there wide awake again at 3.19 am. I stayed sitting there a while just in case sleep had nipped to the loo and was coming back but it seemed I’d been deserted. I got up and wondering if I’d bump into sleep on the way went to the piddle parlour. It was just me. Though with the seat down I could tell that Mike had paid an early morning visit. He always sits so he can continue sleeping. As I came back I turned the computer on, dragged my dressing gown over and girded my loins for battle. ( for a long time I wondered why people girded their lions, but that’s another story). And what a battle it proved to be. One mail box I couldn’t get into until 6.00 am because the system was being worked on to create improvements for me. ( I’m live now and can’t see them). So, I concentrated on my gmails. It appeared even a bored sheepherder from Outer Mongolia had written to me today along with his counterparts from every remote corner of the world. One (bless him) even wrote to say he’d enjoyed the Queen’s Envoy and was I doing another. He obviously doesn’t follow the blog then.
I actually managed to clear the first batch by 5.45 am and rather than refresh and start again I decided to head for the kitchen, saying good morning to Joey as I passed by. Being Friday it was important to get my drugs out of the way. I decided against breakfast and went straight for the meds leaving me an empty tray. I went through to get the replacent drawer and knelt down talking to Joey for a couple of minutes. He needs to get used to my voice so I don’t scare him. I replaced all the drugs for the week ahead and took the drawer back. As I replaced it, talking to Joey all the time and repeating his name, he started to sing to me. Wonderful. I made myself a coffee and took it back through. It was now 6.20 am so I did a refresh and dealt with the new incoming then signed into the other mail box and started again. I was done by 7.55 am. I took my cup back to the kitchen and turned the kettle on and prepared Mike’s mug while it was boiling. As soon as it was done I took it through and gave him a shout. The response wasn’t great but I went back and put the TV on as that sometimes works. I kept up my chatter to the bird the whole time. At 8.15 am I went back to say his coffee was going cold.There was a flailing of legs and arms as he let the information digest, then he swung his legs out and I knew we were OK. He followed me back to the lounge with drink in hand.
Mike left to go to his Dad’s about 9.45 am I know I should have chosen that time to return to work but I wanted to watch Homes Under the Hammer at 10.00 am so I cleared a space next to the cage and spent quarter of an hour chatting to Joey to get him used to the tone of my voice. It’s going to be a long slow job. After my programme I did return to work and all the accumulated post. I had t break away at midday for lunch though as I hadn’t had my tablets today since I’d done without breakfast. I’d hoped to get away with watching the antiques programme to the bitter end but no, I nodded off again and it was almost 2.00 pm before I woke. That meant no mid afternoon breaks and I needed to pull my finger out. I did, and managed to call a halt at 4.55 am. Mike let me know he was on the way back. He arrived just before 6.30 pm and as I made his coffee he told me about his day, not one of his best. We hadn’t got very far into the stories when his phone started going and it was his Dad’s carers to say he’d pressed the alarm at the flat for an emergency and an ambulance was on it’s way. The problem was, he refused to go to hospital and refused to have a doctor and poor Mike was expected to sort it on the phone or go back. As it happened he ended up going back as he persuaded his Dad to go to hospital to be checked. He’d need to be there in case his dad had to come out again.
By 8.00 pm I was able to come through and work without being shouted at. And here I’ve been ever since. Now 11.30 pm and no further word from Mike.
Mike eventually arrived back at 1.45 am after the hospital had given his Dad a bed. His blood pressure was very low. It’s lucky I was up and ready to make Mike a coffee and listen to the rest of the story. Mike thinks this is delayed shock from the burglary. I got to bed about 2.00 am after taking two painkillers for the toothache. I was up again at 4.14 am. I won’t pretend I was pleased but no-one listens if I complain so get on with it! It was quiet and the perfect opportunity to diminish as much of the post as I could before going out. So, as soon as I’d skipped to the loo I cam back and powered up- then I put the computer on. At 6.00 am I took a break to get my meds and have some breakfast.Turned out I was glad I had later. Before leaving the kitchen I made myself a coffee and also put the kettle on ready to make Mike a drink if he’d actually put his alarm on. It turned out he had so at 6.30 am when it went off I had to assume he was serious about shopping as normal. I made him a coffee and took it through. I had to bellow a bit to get him to respond to me but he got the message. I decided if he didn’t getup I’d just leave him till he was ready as he did need the sleep. The beggar came through after just one alarm and one call. I told him if he’d got up just to show the readers how good he is, I’d soon invent something else. He said he didn’t doubt it. He was actually far too awake and with it for me. I’m used to a much more morose person at this time of the day with no smart Alec answers.
Despite Mike getting up so easily at 6.30 am we didn’t actually leave the house until 7.45 am. Almost lunchtime in my eyes. We were at the supermarket by 8.00 am though. We whizzed round and were finished by 9.00 am and ready to go for coffee. Despite the toothache I chanced a cold milkshake and survived. What I almost didn’t survive though was the fact the drinks machine was broken so Mike didn’t get his coffee. Talk about Oscar the Grouch. He went outside for a cigarette and paraded up and down past the window of the cafe pulling faces at me. At least I think they were at me, he was so cross eyed from coffee deprivation it could have been at anyone. We packed the bags in the boot and drove off to Flint. It was there he found out his Dad may be discharged today but didn’t know for sure just then. We went to get some Bonjella for my tooth but ended up with oil of cloves gel. Then we went to the pet shop and spent a small fortune on things for Joey’s cage. Finally to stop grumbleguts moaning we went for a coffee. He perked up no end.
Rather than chase round other shops we came home so Mike could have a rest before possibly driving back to Manchester again. We unpacked the stuff and put it away and I left him in his chair and came through to check the mail. I asked what he wanted to do about lunch but he didn’t know. I let him go back to sleep. If his Dad is coming out I think it will be after 2.00 pm. He woke for a few minutes around 12.15 pm so I asked what he wanted to do about lunch. He left it in abeyance a bit longer and went back to sleep. That was handy for me with mail to catch up on. He woke again at 2.20 pm and I made him a coffee. I said if Dad was coming out we should know soon. But, as we still hadn’t heard at 2.45 pm he phoned the hospital and found they’re going to keep him for obs or another night as he says he doesn’t feel well enough to move round. They can’t send him home like that. After sending messages to his Dad and promising to call tomorrow Mike put the phone down and said we could consider eating now so we piled in the car and trundled off to The Bells of St Mary’s. We both had a delicious meal and a nice coffee there and then headed home again, getting in about 4.30 pm. I came through to work for a while and Mike sat with the tennis on.
From 6.00 pm to 9.00 pm I kept Mike company. I suffered through a programme he liked and wanted to watch called the Murdoch Mysteries but I was glad to escape when he wanted to watch the film Ted. I’d rather have had the Harry Potter film any day. I stayed and caught up with my post in the bedroom before getting to make a start on the blog. No photographs today I’m afraid. I leave you with the last piece of music for this week.
I wish you all a wonderful week full of Hugs.
I went to sleep sometime after 2.00 am this morning, and not for want of trying. Perhaps I should have tried the lounge but I was nicely supported where I was in a corner of the bed against the wall. I was also far enough away that Mike’s snores, snuffles and occasional batches of conversation didn’t bother me whereas in the lounge I was closer. I got up at 4.47 am, I know not why but it was a good time to start on my mail until it was time for my meds. There were some nice comments on the blog which took a good while to answer and I was also trying to comment on other blogs myself as well as send tweets. At 6.00 am I broke off to take the meds and to have some breakfast to take the steroids with. It was back to cornflakes again today. Once I’d done, I made my coffee, took my after food tablets and went back to my bedroom. Between 6.30 am and about 8.00 am I managed to empty one mail account and make a good start on the other, but I was falling asleep on the keyboard again so I had to break off and decided to nod in the chair in the lounge till Mike got up.
It was bloody typical to be woken up by Mike as he came through to make himself a coffee. It was 8.40 am, what the heck was he doing up before 11.00 am? He didn’t know either. I had to rouse myself long enough to hold a conversation about what to do for the day. The forecast was a bit disgusting but as always, at least the gardens would benefit from the rain. In the end I suggested a visit to a Chester Aquarium/Garden Centre that turned out to be on the Wirral and not at all far away. By 9.50 am we were on our way. The place was quite a size and all the garden statuary, the various fountains and the paving flags were all displayed well outside and there was a beautiful big koi pond that also held moorhens. We went straight inside for a coffee ( I had tea) before starting to explore the interior. It was very well stocked and I found some of the tank lighting Mike has been looking for for such a long time. But he blanched when he saw the price.
We wandered round looking at tank set ups and at the fish ( and some rats and birds too) and found plenty of things we liked but Mike would have to leave early if he bought anything today. He’d much rather stay and make me suffer as long as possible. At lunch time we went back to the cafe. The meals were very basic but nicely cooked and tasty. This time I had a cold drink to take my tabs with and which I could reseal to sip anytime I was thirsty- like all the time in the outside heat. Once lunch was over, we had another quick flick round and then headed for the car. We drove back to Flint and Mike dropped off at Aldi to see if there were any specials, we did actually pick up a couple of things. Then he decided to divert to Holywell to try the Lidl Supermarket too. I bought some milk ice lollies in there mainly because Ju loved them so much. We started to head for home but were turned back at the top of my hill by the police. I’m guessing there was some kind of Catholic ceremony at the Holy Well. I had to blindfold Mike and guide him the secret way down to the coast road, he did well. When we got home he took charge of doing Ju’s flowers and creating a nice display for her.
It must have been about 4.30 pm when he left and my first opportunity to get back to my mail. Over 240 in just one account took a lot of thinning. At about 6.15 am I was starting to struggle with my eyes and had to give up. I went through and turned the TV on as that’s guaranteed to make me doze. The Hobbit was just starting but I couldn’t stay awake. I missed half an hour or so then woke up and saw the rest. That brought me back in here about 9.00 pm and I worked until 11.000 pm before taking my tablets and then starting the blog. I think we’re back to normal.
Sic transit gloria Monday. At least the sleep part of it. My light went out at 1.00 pm after a short read. I’ve no idea how long it took me to drop off but the coughing and the constant need for cool liquid had me trotting back and forth to the loo. It occurs to me that maybe I should move my chair there so I don’t have far to travel. I woke ready for anything( that didn’t involve exercise) like a bullet at 3.03 am. Straight on to booting up the computer and starting the mail. To be fair, that didn’t take as long this morning as I’d only finished the mail from last night what felt like 10 minutes ago. I managed to empty both boxes by 5.31 am and went straight on to writing a letter to the DWP to ask if they’d like to have another go at correcting things for me, but maybe getting it right this time. I see no reason why I should pay for their mistake. I’m also a little grouchy that someone could phone last week to say all was done and OK without bothering to check that all was done and OK. She’s wasted my time and hers really and it doesn’t make her look overly efficient. How typical also that the letter she promised had been sent on Monday should not arrive until a Saturday when I can’t do anything. Build my hopes up just to dash them back down again.
At 6.00 am it was time to stop whinging and put a smile on my face. Well, I actually waited until 6.10 am after I’d had breakfast and all the associated meds. Once that was done and I had my coffee in hand I could come back to my bedroom and the post I haven’t been able to deal with recently. I’ve missed my friends. Somewhere before 8.00 am I wrote another letter to the DWP pointing out the catalogue of errors now following me. Once done, I got washed and dressed and plucked up the courage to ring them before sending the letter off as recorded delivery. The first lady I got was very pleasant and even better, very patient while I stuttered out the problem, A phone call says all is fixed, a letter says all isn’t, which is right? Everything fixed I’m told. Great so no overpayment any more. Oh yes, that’s still there and they’ll start recovery this week. It hasn’t been fixed then I told her. Well, she said, I think you should put the phone down and then ring the same number asking to speak to change of circumstances team. It seemed a bit pointless to keep pointing out there hasn’t been a change in circumstances and it’s that which has caused the problem. Anyway, I do as she suggests and I get an even nicer lady who listens to my tale of woe and agrees the early period of April to May 25th is what is causing the problem. But, she says, I only deal with state pensions not with pension credits. I was on the point of imploding but she added, however I’ve done an email to a friend who works on the pension credit team and asked her to look at these specific details for you. I managed to stutter thanks and put the hated phone down. I decide to take the letter to the post office so I have a record of having asked for the re-determination again.
A little later I started doing my lunch, beef, potatoes in sun dried tomato and veg. I received a text from Yvonne asking how I am. I said just a bit stressed from having to use the phone and explained why I’m not the biggest fan in the world of the DWP at the moment. Seconds later my mobile rang and I could see it was Yvonne but I couldn’t hear anything. A text came said the DWP are ringing you now and my house phone went off. Bear in mind I’ve made 2 calls recently that have stressed me out and they’re the first in years. Well, it’s been about 8 years since I answered a phone and here I am having no choice, Yvonne would normally do this. Anyway it was Lynne, the lady who spoke to Yvonne last week. She apologised about the discrepancy and said she’s written off the £142 debt ( though why she’s done that instead of correcting the claim I don’t know). She added the problem occurred because I provided details of the gross pension in April and details of the nett in May. I suggested she lookin the file again because when I provided the gross figure and details that it was a 1.2% increase, I also provided a bank statement showing the nett payment going in. There was a lot of rustling but she found it. So now they accept I don’t know about increases until I physically receive them. That I am paid at the end not the beginning of the month and that I do provide proof of any changes when I get them. Hopefully this will be put to bed now and I’ll get a letter showing I owe nothing. On Thursday a figure should go in the bank reflecting the right rate . I’m going to ignore the £25 they still owe me rather than go through this again.
My lunch was cooling fast when I got to it but I enjoyed it along with the taste of success. Remarkably I even stayed awake for Bargain Hunt and saw both teams make a profit at auction. It was time to come back to my room and look at the mail again. Two things caught my interest in the mail, One, a message from a friend I’d sent a box of chip shop curry sauce to had received it and intended having chips to celebrate, that’s despite the 30C temperature. Funny the things you crave abroad isn’t it. Two was in fact two items both purporting to be from my ISP Talk Talk. One message says they couldn’t collect on my phone bill of £92.00 this month, they’d be lucky if I spent 92p on a phone bill in this house. Very clever way to worry people into opening their bank details to make a payment. Whilst the second was even more clever, a message saying I needed to open my email account properly as the box is at capacity at the moment. This is a devious way of getting at your email accounts so they can order things and can if needs be use your account to spam the world.
I nipped back through for an episode of Who Do You Think You Are with the actress Alex Kingston. I felt quite embarrassed for her when she discovered a great, great grandmother in court charged with running a Victorian Bawdy House. To my surprise she was soon chuckling away having taken it in her stride. It was funny to see at every census how she’d moved and gone to a better address. She owned two other properties which she could not have done had she remarried after being widowed. As a mother with quite a few children I think she did rather well. The rest of the afternoon drifted along nicely except I had to find an alternate quiz thanks to Wimbledon but since I accidentally fell over a chunk of BFG in the fridge for tea I thought it fair recompense. For part of the teatime ritual I watched an episode of Wheeler Dealers, if the BBC hadn’t taken over both channels I might have got another quiz. The heat is fairly unbearable today too and the evening hasn’t cooled it at all. I may have to take a fan into the lounge tonight. I’ve tried to keep apace with the mail and mainly done OK. but there may be times when I struggle a bit still as the heat affects my breathing too. That should just about cover me for every excuse going now if I need to skive.
With luck in the morning I’m going to try and see Yvonne and Reuben. I need her advice on a birthday gift if she can help too. But I’d like to buy her a gift for all the help she is to me.
4.32 am And All’s Well! I don’t think I shall be knocking on too many windows to announce it though. Some of my neighbours have a very good aim and a strong throwing arm. I’m sure I must have got the full 3 hours last night but with the recent problems on the sleep front thought I might have been excused the early shift. Once I’d been to the Piddle Palace the idea began to grow on me. Any work I could do this morning would be so much less than would greet me on my return from Chester. Anyhow, what the heck else was I going to do between then and 7.30 am? I gingerly opened my first post box and started. It was good, things were going down well and the time was passing nicely.
At 6.00 am I broke off for my meds and to have some breakfast. That way I was able to have my steroids. I’m on the downwards dose of them now with just two days to go, whereas I finish the antibiotics today. Going back to the bedroom I concentrated on getting dressed. I could already tell it was going to be a warm day- possibly the promised heatwave- so stuck to jeans and a tee-shirt under a smart jacket. I need the jacket for the pockets of course, not to look smart. By the time 7.20 am had arrived I’d cleared the mail from my main box and was ready to go. As soon as 7.30 am arrived I stepped outside the front door and immediately knew what I’d meant by ‘Stuck to jeans’. It was really warm. I was sweating and gasping for breath well before the bus stop but was able to pause and stick a glacier fruit in my mouth so I didn’t feel as though I was trekking the Kalahari. Eventually I got there and tookmy glasses off to clean the steam off the lenses just as a bus went sailing past. Dammit, I thought, that’s mine and stuck my glasses back on just as my bus pulled up.
The heat on the bus was enough to send me back to sleep on and off for most of th journey but I was ready by the time the bus arrived at 8.45 am to find Yvonne and Reuben waiting patiently at the stop. I heard “Pops, Pops, Pops” in Roobs’ raspy voice when he says my name and had to fly over for a kiss. Yvonne said he’d been hugely excited all morning. Our usual Costa coffee wasn’t quite open yet and having recently had the McD special of strawberry lemonade I didn’t want to repeat it. So,we had a short walk round the £ shop for a couple of things and then headed for Primark where the Costa is sited. I gave Yvonne money to order which she brought back to the table part way through saying the till was broken and she had to use her card. I bided my time and when it came time to pay I sneaked up behind her and took her card from the machine, passing my money to the staff member direct. Even he thought I was part ninja. I had to get back to the table smartish though as I’d left Reuben on his own and heaven knows what he’d buy. I had an iced lemonade and an all day breakfast sandwich, Yvonne had an iced decaff Mocha so as not to make the baby hyperactive and some toast. Reuben helped himself to anything he wanted to go with his honey nut loops.
I was gobsmacked that I was able to get away with getting Roobs some shoes, trousers and a shirt without complaint and that I was able to get a top and some soft pants for Yvonne without the usual fighting and screaming, and that’s just me. By the time we got out of Primark we were thirsty again and went to the BHS ( British Home Stores) just over the road where Yvonne had an iced tea and got me a pepsi floater. Ugh, disgusting. OK, I don’t like ice-cream much but I do like my Pepsi and this tasted far too strong to be that. I went to get a teaspoon to give Roobs the ice cream but clever lad wasn’t interested. He’s one of the few children I know that doesn’t care for ice-cream. We finally moved from there to a Supermarket for Yvonne to get some shopping. Surprisingly we didn’t sit down for a third drink. I was able to find the birthday gift I needed during the course of the morning so that when I went home I had a couple of small bags and didn’t feel a failure.
They waved me off on the bus at 11.45 am and then waved again as they passed us parked a little further up. Then again as we passed them as we started to move off finally. The pattern of the inward journey replicated the outward one, snooze in the heat much of the way. Now, certain of my Australian contingent may wish to sit down. The plan was that I fancied something cool like a salad and so was going to call in at Pauline’s. The problem was I’d had two drinks out this morning then an hour on the bus. No way could I stop so it was straight home, throw the crutches on the floor and run! Eventually when the flow stopped I was able to rescue my sticks and go back out for tomatoes and coleslaw. I would have liked some new potatoes too but she didn’t have any. I replaced them with pickled beetroot so it was OK and I just added some cold meat and a slice of bread.
During lunch I watched another Who Do You Think You Are with the great actress Celia Imrie and her fascinating forbears from Britain’s leading families, during the time of James I and beheaded as a traitor, though pardoned some years later by William of Orange. Her 8 times Great Grandmother was also involved in an earlier incident as she sought to have her marriage annulled to another leading family of the time. She won but they took exception to it and tried to destroy her and her second husband. They found themselves in the Tower of London sentenced to be hung. Luckily the sentence was commuted and they were released though slandered continually she died not many years after she was released. After lunch I came back to work until 5.00 pm as the mail had built up during the day. At 5.00 pm I quizzed until 7.00 pm then I came back through and the slavedriver has kept me at it ever since. Whatever you do don’t give your conscience too much power.
Above is a song sent by my friend Author S J Sprague. I’ve never heard it or of the film it came from. Anyone else in the same position?
I tried for ages to get to sleep last night and when I woke found it was only half an hour since I’d started trying. The heat was oppressive, no doubt due to the size of the room and the fact the windows were closed. I moved through to the lounge and managed t fall asleep in my chair. It was 4.21 am when I got up. Too erly for drugs and/or breakfast so after my nip to the karsie (Cockney rhyming slang- Karsie Moilet-Toilet)(Don’t ask) I came back and booted up the monster. I was soon in full swing emptying my mail box No 1. I did stop at 6.00 am for some toast and the associated drugs as well as my sprays. That kept me away until 6.30 am when I returned to continue my work. I was actually at it until 8.40 am with all the pieces that kept nipping in when I thought I was clear. 9.15 am saw me clear box No 2 which felt great. I need to do some house work this morning as well as checking to see if Pauline has any new potatoes yet.
I don’t know what directed my tootsies this morning but they took me over the road to Pauline’s competition-The One Stop. I managed to get some potatoes there and some hard boiled eggs, yes I could have boiled my own but that would have meant buying half a dozen and maybe wasting them. I picked up a bottle of pop a half cucumber and some nicer tomatoes than yesterday’s and finally some salad cream. So I didn’t feel too guilty about spending over there I took £3 off them for a lottery win. Then I crossed the road and trying to hide my purchases from Pauline picked up fresh bread, my TV mag and a couple of ice lollies that promised to be orange flavoured, they weren’t, it was just coloured water on a stick. I kept my bag on the floor below the counter hoping no-one would see the earlier purchases but I kept knocking the bag over until someone offered to come round and help. I squealed and said No thanks, I’d manage. What I really meant was, don’t worry, I can manage to mangle the bread and tear the magazine without help. I went home.
I had one of the ice lollies while I unpacked since my mouth now had the distinct feeling that camels had crossed it in the search for water without luck. The ice did at least relieve that. I went through to check the mail levels and didn’t notice the lolly was dripping precious water and my tee shirt and jeans were turning radioactive orange. A bit more washing later maybe. I tootled round with the hoover with some Shake n’ Vac and ran the mop over the laminate. I was sweating so much there wasn’t much chance of it drying. Last year we had a splendid Summer, the first in a long time but I don’t remember heat like this. I suppose at some stage I could turn the fire off and just have the radiators on stand by? Having used my valuable time for titivating it was soon lunch time, and I enjoyed my lunch much better than I had yesterday. And that’s with even just remembering at this very minute that I forgot my pickled beetroot. Still, I did have plenty and finished off with an Aero mousse. Somehow my lunchtime viewing ended up as rebuilding a tank from WWII by Suggs from Madness. I don’t even know why except that it would be the only one left working in the world if they could succeed. They did.
After lunch there was no excuse to dodge work any more and I came back to catch up on my post. There was a lot of it and it took some clearing but by 3.15 pm I’d managed. Knowing that it would still keep coming in, and not wanting to sit at my desk any longer I decided to go through and try for a snooze before games night. For some reason the snooze didn’t happen and I just sat there watching the rain come down though the heat was as intense as ever. We’ve been promised thunder storms in some areas, I hope they bring the heat down if they happen. it was almost 5.30 pm when Dil arrived tonight. The traffic has no changed pretty much to Summertime so he’ll be held up a lot unless he manages to get away earlier. We did what we could on the quiz before turning off and setting up the table at 6.00 pm. We played Yahtzee first and the score was 4 – 2, I’m quite sure you don’t need to know who won, after all it’s the taking part that counts I’m told. Trivia was next and despite the fact my head stores so much
rubbish trivia it didn’t help me win. Finally we played three games of Cribbage . I won the last game, the hardest one of course. Hrumph.
Dil left at 9.30 pm and I tidied up and washed the pots before taking my meds and coming through to work. Lots of mail again but I also need to allow time for the blog so I set a 10.30 pm limit on messages. By that time there was a huge downpour outside and it just started to get a bit cooler. It was wonderful.
After the storms last night it did seem to cool a little, enough for me to stay and sleep in my room anyway, though to be fair I think I was tired. Light off at 1.00 am I propped myself up in the corner and nodded. I woke at 4.01 am this morning and it was still grey and fortunately still cool. It wasn’t destined to stay that way for long. The lighter it got outside , the sunnier, the sunnier it got, the warmer. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to celebrate the last dose of the steroids with bacon sandwiches for breakfast. It seemed a good idea at the time. At 5.30 am I went through to the kitchen to take my meds and to put the bacon under the grill. Yes, that’s right. A heatwave outside the house and this bright spark thinks of putting the grill on. Even the butter on my bread was melting before I could spread it. After I’d eaten and washed up I headed back to the bedroom and my waiting mail boxes. There was something trickling down my leg and I was left hoping it was sweat since I’d already passed the loo twice.
I worked on the mail until 8.30 am then decided to get washed and dressed. I wish I’d bought a pair of shorts this week even if my legs might cause offence. A shame I can’t get away with treating my lounge pants as outside wear. At 9.30 am, once the Mother’s Mafia had gone I went to Pauline’s for some extra milk, my lottery and ended up with a jam roly poly as well. That should make Mike happy if we have it for supper. It had gone a little dull outside and the air was oppressive. I’m expecting to see another thunder storm at this rate. I alternated between the mail and little dozes in the lounge all morning. I really want to shake off this cough and thought sleep might help, Ha, I’d have gone to sleep anyway. By the time lunchtime came around I had a corned beef hash and sat back to watch a car renovation programme. Why, I don’t drive and have no interest in cars? I think it’s that the presenters are quite entertaining and obviously enjoy what they do. After lunch I washed up and returned to the office.
I worked on mail all afternoon and at 4.00 pm got a message from Mike to say he was on the way. That would be a 7.00 pm arrival then if the traffic was OK. I finished work at 5.00 pm to watch a quiz and just stayed there. OK, I didn’t necessarily have both eyes open at the same time for the whole time, so sue me. Mike arrived at 7.00 pm so I made his coffee and we nattered to see how his week had been. It seemed to have been OK. He didn’t want a meal so I left it an hour and checked again. Still no, right I cut him a slab of my Cadbury’s chocolate roll to nibble. Obviously I couldn’t let him eat alone. We watched a little TV and then about 9.30 pm I took my meds and came through to work. Before breaking off at 10.30 pm to do the blog I’d been getting crosser and crosser following an argument between a friend and the leader of a cult church in the US. I say the leader now because at first it wasn’t clear. It seemed to to be a church supporter who didn’t want to be named. But leader it was, who then posted numerous ,messages of support to the Church all of which oddly came from the ISP. This group is demonising the LGBT world and with the supposed level of support is getting more donations and recruits than ever. There are the usual fears of children going to same sex homes as well as same sex marriage being wrong. Whether this is a hard held belief or just a suitable vehicle for collecting donations I’m not 100% sure but it’s clear the message will continue as long as the money rolls in. Another cult like this where the sick morally and mentally carry the message is quite likely to end with more killings. You know straight away they won’t hold up their hand as responsible don’t you. The world is sick.
Mike actually said goodnight last night just before midnight and settled to sleep. That”s very early for him and I was quite pleased as it might make getting him up this morning easier. I decided to nip to the loo at 12.30 am before putting my book down and trying for some sleep. I crept quietly along the passage until I reached the loo door then opened it and almost had a coronary as a little object muttering to himself walked out. There was that sweat rolling down my leg again. “I was asleep and woke up” he told me, “You don’t say” was my response “go back to bed while I clean this puddle up”. An hour later I was still struggling to drop off in the heat and packed up my treasures and headed for the lounge. At some point I succeeded and enjoyed a nice doze. I woke at 5.11 am.
Back in my room I turned the computer on and made a start on the post. I could only work until 6.00 am before going to prepare some breakfast as I didn’t want to eat too late. So at 6.00 am I put two slices of bread in the toaster, took my pre-foodie, took my sprays and other tablets, set my post-foodies to one side and went to get my medications drawer. I tried to smoke a cigarette while I worked to give me a good idea of how long I had but practice tells me that this particular job always takes longer than 15 minutes. Eventually my trays were restocked, old packaging consigned to the bin and prescription request for Monday prepared. I ate my now cold toast and it was delicious then downed the two post-foodies I had waiting. It was 6.45 am , there was still time to concentrate on the post before having to worry about my ghost. It was approaching 8.00 am when I started to feel very tired. I was almost at the end of my first box so I tried to hang on but it wasn’t working. I was starting to nod over the keyboard. Mike is always worried about International Relations in case I write something inappropriate while I’m asleep. It would be a bloody miracle if I actually wrote anything legible. For the sake of Hands across the Seas I decided to give up and take a rest.
I didn’t want to wake Mike too early to go to his father’s but I had a choice. Wake him too early and suffer the swearing or wake him too late and suffer the swearing. I thought I’d found the ideal middle ground. I’d wake him now with a coffee and go to sleep straight away so I didn’t hear anything. That’s what I did. I took the coffee through, repeated his name till he actually moved, introduced him to the coffee , light the blue touch paper and retire. By the time he came through to the lounge with his coffee I had the TV on and was spark out. It must have been 9.30 am before I came round and first thing I noticed-no swearing. That’s because Big Bang Theory had made him smile. I’m buying DVD’s of that for the future. He left just after 10.00 am to go to his Dad’s and he seemed in good humour. Let’s hope it lasts.
At lunch time I made myself sweet potato mash with sausages and baked beans, wonderful. There are sausages left if Mike needs a sandwich later on. After lunch I worked on and got both mail accounts clear but that never last for more than a few minutes. I watched an old Who Do You Think You Are for an hour and then came back to the mail and to have a look at ebay which I seem to have neglected recently. I continued to monitor the mail until 5.00pm when I left to go watch a quiz. mike sent a text at 5.40 am to say he was on his way back so I knew to put the kettle on after an hour. At 6.00 pm I cheered myself with a couple of old episodes of Big Bang. I put the kettle on at 6.40 pm and it boiled just as Mike walked in. It was good timing as the adverts were on. I brought his drink out of the kitchen and we watched the last of the programme together. I went through for a shower and Mike came to wash my hair for me before we returned to the lounge for ‘Would I Lie To You’ which as usual was very funny. After that I made sandwiches and got Mike to see to the jam roly poly. I haven’t the foggiest idea what we watched while we ate, nor what came after. It must have been enthralling. At 9.30 pm I made a runner for the kitchen to get my tablets then came through to do my last catch up on mail and the blog. I was best out of the way as Mike isn’t too pleased with me comparing his bald patch to the size of a tea plate.
There was more rain during the night. The closeness had sent me scuttling for the lounge to sleep, and sleep I had. I woke up at 5.11 am and it was both bright and light outside. There obviously was less time than usual so I ploughed straight into one of my mail boxes until 6.00 am when I put one piece of bread in the toaster and took all my meds. By 6.30 I needed to be ready with Mike’s drink. I was ready in time and the moment I heard him turn his alarm off I was in like a shot with his coffee. I made sure I was loud enough telling him the drink was there and also letting him know that I was going to be taking the rubbish out. There was a grunt so I left him a few minutes. Having done the main rubbish bin and the food waste, I can back in and called out “Time to rise and shine Mike, coffee’s going cold” even before his alarm went off th second time. I took out the recycling bags and as I came back in he was up and on his way to the lounge. “Remember ” he said “it’s a A 1 C 2 day so no getting inventive on your blog as though I never get up.” He’s a real spoilsport sometimes.
Having got him up with his drink but not yet ready to move out, I started the mail again and by 7.10 am managed to empty the first mail box. Mike started to get things together so I got dressed so it wouldn’t be me who delayed us and give him the chance to rib me unmercifully. We were out a little late but still managed to get to the Supermarket before 8.00 am. I held up the cash machine while Mike tried begging for a £ coin to put in the trolley. And we were off! Some nice Welsh new potatoes first which has to be nicer than the pre-peeled ones in herb butter. Trying my very best to ignore the fruit and veg aisle I edged my way round to the flowers where we chose a nice bunch for Julia. As Mike has arranged for us to meet his daughter and two grandsons later we decided not to change the place we bought the flowers in case it costs us time. We swung round the outer edge of the shop until we reached the gents clothing but were disappointed this week that no-one had saved us any bargains. In a major sulk we moved on towards the food section. I felt obligated to buying food as I don’t think the diet story will hold water any longer. So I got some meat, butter, bread, yoghurts (health food), sweets and enough pop to float a battleship then remembered to add some milk and some cereal. We crept our way steadily towards the tills looking to make a last minute dash if we found a gap. We did.
A few minutes later in the cafe we celebrated with a drink. Mike had his usual Americano while I had a strawberry milk shake that I could stand on my head sans cup. Every time I tried sucking it through a straw it laughed at me. But it was really cold and that’s what I needed. After loading the car we rode over to Flint where I picked up a couple of items from my Homies before we went for a drink at Temptations. Ceri thanked us for her birthday gift while Mike teased her unmercifully about how sober she was- or wasn’t. Someone hadn’t arrived at work and she was very busy. We left and went to the frozen food shop where I got a lifetime supply of ice lollies and some bags of ice cubes just in case I wanted to try a slush puppy (sno-cone). We shot off home to unpack before the ice cubes left a trail behind us. Once everything was unpacked and away we were able to have a short breather then head off again to meet my niece (Mike’s daughter) Lisa. That was back in Colwyn Bay where Mike and I first met(before Lisa was born) and where we both lived though we’ve been like Romanies since then. And even Lisa lives in Poland now. Mike treated us all to lunch then we had a wander in the sunshine and I bought ice creams. We even bumped into someone we knew from 40 years ago and managed to do some catching up. Soon enough it was time to depart and after saying goodbye to Lisa and the children and a very swift hello -goodbye to Mike’s ex wife we set off home again.
Back here I was able to do a bit of catch up on my mail but as usual at 6.00 pm I went back through to keep Mike company. We ended up watching programmes about the final 3 days of Gettysburg. Such butchery. At 9.00 pm I was glad to be able to come back through and start again.
Have a wonderful week everyone, full of love, beautiful weather and Hugs galore.
Sunday 21 st June.
Another night sleeping in my chair in the lounge ensured I got some sleep and kept breathing.It was a long night though and I didn’t want to turn the TV on even quietly in case it disturbed Mike. As it happens, he tells me he had a poor night listening out to make sure I was still breathing. I got up at 6.00 am and started taking meds and making myself some toast to take the steroids with. I didn’t know they needed feeding first.
I was in my bedroom on the computer when Mike stuck his head in about 9.30 am. He’s getting very good at getting himself up. He’ll be getting himself dressed soon as well. We had plenty of time this morning as we weren’t meeting anyone for lunch until 12.30 pm so needn’t think of leaving before 11.30 am. By the time we’d faffed about shaving and getting dressed it was 11.45 am. We took a slow drive down the coast road to Prestatyn and parked up in the car park of the new place. It looked much nicer than it had when it was the worst pub in the town. A new extension made all the difference. Mike and I were a bit worried that no-one was inside when we got there, especially Karen and Jo who’d made the booking. I was beginning to think I’d directed Mike to the wrong place. Then Lee , Jen and the new baby arrived so I thought we were OK. The booking was for 12.30 pm and at 12.40 pm we’re on the steps being told there’s no booking and heck No Karen and Jo, no Yvonne, Ugo and Reuben either.
Karen and Jo were last to arrive. I expect it of Yvonne/Ugo but not usually them. Anyway, the booking was sorted. The Manageress had taken it and not written it down. The staff couldn’t argue with her. They found us two tables to push together, Reuben was brought paper and crayons and things were looking up. We still had the argument about who’s paying to go through and someone rugby tackled my legs when I tried to do a runner. Of the 8 adults 7 chose a carvery and Ugo chose a lamb burger meal. The fathers amongst us were given vouchers for a free drink ( but only alcoholic?) so I passed my voucher to Ugo and had a lime and lemonade. He was having a pint of beer anyway but could maybe take a bottle home. He ended up with two of those.
The carvery was fantastic and I was worried when the manageress came round to help me fill my plate because of the crutches. When that’s happened in the past the ‘helpful’ ones have restricted my intake. She was amazing offering more and more which had I accepted would have looked like The Great Pyramid of Giza and she’d have broken a wrist carrying it. I tell you this so you can see how restrained I am. I take a lot of strength from being with my family like that, they’re special people but before too long I’d had enough. I asked for another lime and lemonade then we all went our merry way. At home Mike was going to watch the grand prix but my eyes were tired and heavy and I fell into a deep sleep that lasted over two hours he told me. At least I woke up in time for him to go this time. After waving him off about 6.30 pm I sat back in front of the TV and coughed, coughed and coughed some more till it was bedtime.
On this Date, at this Place, at this Time, nothing extraordinary happened. I should have a plaque put above my front door. I had managed to get some sleep in the chair but was still up and about before 5.00 am. I had a pre-foodie to have breakfast to take the steroids and then took all my other meds. I took a coffee to the bedroom and had a half hour on the computer before getting dressed. At 8.50 am I started walking towards the Chemist/Post Office. I needed to hand in my request for repeat prescriptions and then also to post a parcel. I hope early next week a friend may get a nice surprise and have a giggle. On the way back I called in at Pauline’s to buy a few things. After I’d paid for them I handed over my lottery ticket from Saturday to collect £25 I’d won. Nice to leave the shop with a profit.
Back at home I was knackered. I sat in my chair to watch a programme on buying houses at auctions. I fell asleep. A good thing maybe as sleep is the great cure-all, but I didn’t hear the warden at the door and so missed her visit. Yvonne texted me to say she’d had a message on her phone from the DWP ( Dept of Works and Pensions) which must mean they have more questions. But, they hadn’t phoned my house phone and left a message, and nor told Yvonne anything on the phone. Annoyingly when she tried to phone back during a work break she just got a recorded message to say if they required anything else they’d phone again. That leads me to think they’ll actually waste more time now and write to me. I’ve nothing left to give them, they already have all the proof I had to give them. I just want to hear they’ve sorted the mess that shouldn’t have happened in the first place.
After lunch I managed a read , a sleep and a bit of TV. Then I had the worst coughing fit yet which completely blacked me out, but I don’t know how long for. Probably a matter of seconds I suppose. For my tea I took my Oz Doc’s advice and indulged in a little BFG. I’d forgotten how good it tasted. Later in the evening ,well after my quizzes and a really upsetting Who Do You Think You Are with Stephen Fry I came back to the computer for what should have been a half hour but which turned out to be an hour and a half. At least I managed to get some work done and my conscience pricks less.
At 2.00 am I gave up trying to sleep in the bedroom. I kept sliding down the bed and trying to roll onto my right side which is how I sleep usually. Pure Bert next door must be fed up of the constant coughing now, and mine’s no better. I went through to the lounge and slept there till 5.00 am. I had an early breakfast with my steroids and left the rest till later. I’m still not up to spending all my time on the computer keeping up with emails so am still limiting my time. But, from 5.30 am to 7.00 am didn’t seem to bad. Then I took the rest of the meds and nodded off in the chair for another hour. I’ve no intention of leaving the house today so got dressed leaving my socks off, I’m such a Bohemian. I saw one of my neighbours going out and a few minutes later saw the warden going to his door. I opened the front door to apologise for missing her yesterday while I slept. She came in today and we had a good old chinwag which also involved her persuading me to wear my alarm pendant while I’m still below par. Any repeat hiccups like yesterday and I may need help. Once she’d gone the postie came and he brought the leather jacket I’d ordered just yesterday morning. Talk about speed. Now I must try and see Karen and Jo before they go away next week.
I had corned beef hash at lunch time and watched my Bargain Hunt then back on the computer for a while but at 2.30 am I’d had enough and went through to the lounge. My timing was actually perfect. The phone rang and when it stopped I checked and it was the DWP (pensions) who next rang Yvonne and told her yes, there had been an error and they hadn’t allowed for my tax, hence a large deduction and an overpayment. It seems the fault was actually mine though for having provided them with too much information. i.e. I told them the percentage increase and I told them the gross amount. At that point I had already given them the nett amount showing my new rate but the gross figure just threw them. I shouldn’t supply that next year. I can just imagine myself doing that and being accused of not providing enough information. Still, hopefully that’s one problem that might have gone away by Thursday, before the non-existent debt recovery starts. I hoped my drugs might have arrived today but for some reason not. I shall have to walk to the chemist tomorrow to make sure they haven’t been held because they’re waiting for one item again. I am in need of one item. It looks as though we may ( ha, why do I say we when I mean Yvonne) have to phone for more anti-biotics and possibly steroids again in the morning as the chest is still not right though my breathing is much improved.
I read quite late last night, took off the alarm pendant and tried to sleep. It was impossible to get into a position where I didn’t cough so it was back to my chair again. That worked out quite well as I slept until almost 6.00 am. The sun was up and it looked glorious outside. I took my meds and made a coffee to bring with me into the gloom of my bedroom where the curtains never get opened. I hate the glare of sunlight on my screen. The post wasn’t too bad especially when done in bite size chunks and by 8.00 am I’d actually completed on of the mailboxes. I celebrated with some smothered toast for breakfast.
At 9.00 m I took a slow walk to Pauline’s for some bread and my TV mag. I went in just a tee shirt ( yes, I was wearing jeans too) and there seemed to be some warmth from the sun. It was really pleasant. Aldo pleasant was the ability to breathe again. Though the walk left me breathless, it wasn’t the same as the oppressiveness of the bronchitis. The cough and it’s content are still there though so Yvonne had spoken to the surgery and asked for another home visit to see if more steroids & antibiotics are needed. We’ll have to see who I get this time.
The postman came when I got back but still nothing from the DWP who have supposedly put a letter in the post for me. A text from Dil putting tonight off was disappointing but then he rescheduled for tomorrow and that was great. I watched TV during the morning and occasionally nodded off. During Bargain Hunt the doctor chose to appear so I missed the auctions at the end, Bummer. She was nicer today and almost pleasant after the lecture about you know what. Anyway, she left me a prescription for more steroids on a declining dose after 5 days and some more antibiotics. I also have to give a sputum sample but it didn’t occur to me to ask what she wanted me to do with it after I’d given it. Anyway, once she’d gone I got my shoes on and trudged up as far as the chemist then stood gasping for breath while he filled the prescription. At the same time, my drugs from the Monday morning request had been dealt with and I was able to bring those home too. I had some beef stew and dumplings for lunch which was quite pleasant then even though I wanted a nap I decided to come through and heck the post so I can get back to normal, if you can use that word and me in the same sentence.
I stayed answering mail for almost 2 hours and it left me weary. ( my excuse and I’m sticking to it). Back to my chair in the lounge and I flaked out for over an hour and missed the start of my quiz. After Quizzes 1 & 2 I moved on to a show called Wheeler Dealers for half an hour and then came back for another attempt at the mail. By 8.00 pm I’d succeeded in clearing one account out but didn’t have time for the other just then. I needed a cold drink and the chance to watch some more TV , in particular at 9.00 pm is the show Auction Hunters I mentioned last week. It’s excellent. And it was, excellent I mean, lots of enthusiasm from the two buyers but lots of humour too. And no nastiness towards the others trying to buy the ‘rooms’ which many of the other shows seem to feature. I have a particular dislike for Lori and Brandon off a different show and I’m ashamed to be British when I see the competitors on the UK version. Nasty, Nasty, Brashty. At 10.00 pm I came back through to check my mail boxes and unbelievably they were clear so I took the opportunity to get an early reading night.
I did a fair bit of reading in bed last night. It was getting on for 3.00 am when I turned the light off and since I seemed to be well propped decided to sleep where I was. It was lovely to wake this morning to quite bright sunshine, even if I was seeing it at a slightly odd angle- sideways on and through a ferocious coughing fit. Obviously the two were related since I’d toppled over at a right angle and my lungs weren’t able to get any air. I struggled upright and swung my legs out of bed. The coughing subsided on the way to the loo which was just as well as I wasn’t wearing the alarm pendant. I came back and cleared my office chair to let me sit down and log on. It was then I noticed it was only 5.20 am. I felt cheated. Anyway, at least there was chance to sign into my bank and see what’s happened with my pension payments following the DWP conversation with Yvonne a couple of days ago. Firstly let me clear up that my maths wasn’t very accurate. They’ve been taking £25 pw from me not £30 pw. And they’ve done it for 4 weeks so far so they should owe me £100 plus this week’s money at the rate before their mistake. But,though they have in fact paid me arrears, it’s very confusing because the figures make no sense. I shall have to try and decipher the letter when it comes.
At 6.00 am I went through and started lobbing pills down my throat in order to have breakfast. I couldn’t be sure of eating at the other end of the day with Dil coming for games night so breakfast and lunch seem the most appropriate meals today. Coming back after my Cornflakes I started an assault on the mail. Things were going so well I was able to get dressed at 8.30 am ( in actual fact I did have the ability to get dressed before this but chose not too) and at 9.00 am I was ready to brave the Mother’s Mafia to get my lottery tickets. It was really odd that as I approached the road I needed to cross a large estate car turned partly out of the traffic coming down the hill as though to turn into my road but then started trying to u-turn back into the flow it had just left. Then the brakes went on where she was, across the junction. When I came out of Pauline’s minutes later ( I got to the front of the queue) the car was now on my side of the road, facing the traffic going downhill but backing into a position on the other side of the road as though trying to park up. She then shot forward and edged into the downhill flow where she’d started from and all without a single signal.
The postie came not long after I arrived home and yes, it was a big brown envelope. Here I was hoping for an explanation of what’s happened with the pension and all I got was a letter regarding the start of recovery on the £142.00 I don’t owe them. The letter says they’ll start next week but hopefully by then the whole thing will have been ironed out. Still no sign of the letter supposedly sent to me on Monday. I had a little time back with my mail and then retired to the lounge for a look at a property programme and one re-uniting missing family members both were followed by my Bargain Hunt. The property one I really enjoy and slept through most of it. The family one I was awake for but missed chunks while I did my lunch of sausage, boiled new potatoes and beans and then I was able to watch Bargain Hunt in full- Yes, you heard me, even to the auction phase though I don’t remember the results so my attention may have been elsewhere. I turned off after that and came back through to see how much damage the morning had wrought on my post. Answer, A lot. I could only allow an hour as I’d promised myself Who Do You Think You Are with the great Annie Lennox as the subject. Fascinating.
I had a text about 2.30 pm to say Mike was on his way so hopefully he’ll be here by 5.30 pm. I also had a text from Dil to see if other visitors were here today. He’s now coming about 4.30 pm which is brilliant. My brother is one of the nicest people I know.Very laid back and even tempered which is not to say he can’t get angry when the occasion warrants it. We have been apart for many years living in different places. Never kept in touch except for the odd Christmas card but I’ve never disliked my brother or not been glad to see him. Our closeness over the last four years or so since they moved back into the area has been great, especially with the institution of this games evening after Ju died that he seems to enjoy as much as I do. Anyhoo, Dil and Matt arrived about 4.20 am, I’d forgotten he was off this week. Mike strolled in at just gone 5.00 pm so I got his drink and we all sat to watch the quiz. At 6.00 pm when the quiz was over off went the TV and out came the table. I can tell you we played Yahtzee, Chase the Lady and Crazy 8’s. I can tell you also that if I have to mention the scores I may well have to jump off a high bridge. Even my constant coughing didn’t distract them, merciless as they are. Are you beginning to get the gist of this conversation and an idea about the type of people I play games with?
At 9.30 pm Dil and Matt left a lot smugger than they arrived. I tidied up quickly and then made Mike something to eat though actually I just told him how much time to put on the microwave. I had a sandwich and then we settled to watch Person of Interest. It’s a shame I’ve missed so many of them and can’t follow the story anymore. At 11.00 pm I said goodnight and came through to have a last go at the mail. It’s 3 mins to midnight now and I’m heading off for a read.
A slightly surreal start to the day.I went through to the lounge and my chair when I finished reading at 1.00 am. I slept until 3.40 am then came through to the bedroom. Immediately there was a coughing fit which was followed by a huge sneeze and my glasses shot off my nose. I have shocking eyesight without the glasses and having a rough idea of direction I got down on my knees to search. I was praying for no accidents as my spares are a dark lens and inside the house not ideal. Even sunny days look grim. The area to search wasn’t very big since it’s a small room and I sit in the middle of it, but, no sign of the glasses. I moved a pair of shoes to see if they’d gone behind but instead found they’d landed, properly folded ( and intact) inside the left shoe. I turned the computer on and headed for the bank. No more from the DWP but at least my normal pension has gone in and I can eat again. Once I’d done that I signed into the first of my mail boxes and started clearing what I could.
At 6.10 am I went through to the kitchen. Had my normal sprays and my usual tablets then added the antibiotic to the mix. I took a pre-foodie,put two pieces of bread in the toaster and put the steroids and post foodies to one side. Being Friday it’s renewal day for my drug container. Yesterday when pushing an antibiotic out of the foil I’d split a nail well below the part where skin joins nail and had to apply a plaster immediately. This morning I found I couldn’t use my right thumb for the job without bending the nail in a way I really didn’t want. I had to resort to useless left hand and the job ended up taking until 6.55 am,way outside the 15 mins between pre-foodie and eating. I think I inhaled the toast it was gone so quickly. I made my coffee to take the other tablets with and left the kitchen.
It was still too early to wake Mike no matter how much the temptation rattled round my cruel head, and I didn’t want to start watching TV so it was back to work. At least no-one can moan when I’m alone. By 8.30 am I’d actually got more or less up to date and I knew my life was returning to normal as within a very short space of time I was notified of a $25.5 m payment due to me, told I’d need to clarify certain information with The Bank of Ireland despite not dealing with them and also reminded that I didn’t have long left to pick up my £25 voucher from a clothing store even though I could patently see they hadn’t sent it. I think the silly season is starting again. I got dressed. There had been rain outside ( huh, how unusual- sarcasm) but it was still warm enough for a tee-shirt. At 8.45 am I put the kettle on and made Mike a coffee which I took through. He doesn’t use an alarm on a Friday so I knew he’d not catch me being early unless he got up immediately. Ha, I should stop this, I don’t specialise in fairy stories. I woke him , told him the drink was there then left him for a few minutes. At 9.00 am I called to him that his drink was going cold and that I was going to Pauline’s for milk.
No mother’s mafia today but there were a couple of customers in. Pauline greeted me and served me with milk, a small bottle of pop and two ice lollies since I was so thirsty and warm. Mike was up and in the lounge when I got back. Judging by his state of dress he was warm too. I remember he told me his lady friends said he has the body of a god. I can see that for myself now, it’s Buddah. Not that I’m any better, just longer so the fat is a little better stretched. I’m the Michelin man with a few extra spare tyres. I sat down with him for a while but this morning he got himself ready to go early as he was dropping a sputum sample off at the surgery for me. I suppose I should put it in a jar? He left at 9.45 am and I’m afraid I turned the TV on to watch a property auction programme and promptly fell asleep. I woke for the last 15 minutes then nodded straight off again missing all the next programme and woke up just at the start of the reuniting family programme. I managed most of that before dropping off yet again and missing most of the antiques show. When I finally woke there seemed no reason to watch the end of it so I turned off and went to make lunch which today just happened to be cottage pie.
After lunch I went back to the computer for a while but I was still tired and now had indigestion which stayed with me the rest of the day. I had my lollies to try and ease the situation but no joy and a drink of pop just made me hiccup and burp. At 3.30 pm I gave up and went back to my chair and the sleep it seemed I needed. Any Zzzz’s floating round must have been mistaken for the insect population so there were no complaints from outside. At 5.00 pm I readied myself for the quiz and got a message from Mike that he was on his way back. Should be here about 6.30 pm then. Idle beggar took an extra ten minutes. I did his coffee and when my episode of Big Bang Theory was over went to get a shower. Mike did my hair for me to save me stretching and then bollocked me for flooding the bathroom floor- don’t ask ! We watched some TV together until 10.00 pm when I decided to come through and attack the mail again for the last time. I wanted my bed but the mail kept me till 11.00 pm. The bully said I could have an extra half hour for this and left. Just as well he can’t hear me from his room but I’m tapping very lightly just in case.
Again I read till one. I turned the light out but couldn’t get to sleep. About 2.00 am I went through to the lounge and about 2.30 I heard Mike go to the loo. After that I nodded off until 3.40 am when I though I might just give bed one more try. I propped myself up and zonked. The next thing I know is Mike’s alarm is going off. He’s ignoring it two rooms away and it’s waking me up here. I must have stung someone nice as a wasp in my previous life is all I can say. I galloped to the kitchen and put the kettle on and the stuff in his cup. Then I started taking my tabs. I had a pre-foodie so I could take my prednisilone afterwards. The kettle boiled and I took his drink through more or less as his alarm went off the second time.Back to the kitchen where I finished taking sprays and had a round of toast to take the last of my tablets with. I made myself a cup of coffee and went through to give Mike his second call for me and remind him the coffee was going cold. I got a perfectly viable answer from him which let me think job done but no, his bloody alarm went for the third time and he still went back to sleep. I was trying to get my rubbish bags together and the recycling stuff. I dropped it at the end of the path and when I came back in his fourth alarm coincided with me asking if he was going for a new record this week. He moved, it was 7.00 pm. Mike 4 A 3 C a new low I think.
By the time we were both dressed and ready to go it was 7.40 am but we were there by just past 8.00 am thanks to Mike having permission to travel at the speed of light and the luck to get there in one piece. I got money from the machine and we started. Typically my shopping list was still sitting on the table at home, but I had last weeks I could play around with. I got every single item on there spot on.Mainly because the only foodstuff was milk, but hey you can’t have everything. Mike had needed some slacks as he’d forgotten to pack a spare pair and he was lucky to find some. We needed some nice chocolates for Ceri’s 40th tomorrow and we found those too. We’d have to leave them for her today as she’s on a weekend off and I don’t usually get there on a Sunday anyway. I should tell you also I got a round of applause on the bread aisle for not being in a wheelchair this week. I didn’t tell them it was because I don’t trust someone’s driving. Keep backing up and locking the wheels etc. Or ditching me mid -aisle while he runs to the loo. I’m not naming names though. After the checkout it was time for a drink and I had a nice- but very thick- chocolate milkshake while Mike had his usual coffee.
Off to Flint next where we parked up and walked over to Homies for a card and gift bag. Mike sat on a bench and wrote them out before we went to Temptations for our usual. I say our usual but I don’t usually have a piece of lemon meringue but I did today. We went to the frozen food shop where I stocked up on ice lollies because of the fantastic temperatures they’ve promised sometime during next week. Most of which will probably be gone this afternoon during the moderate heat of today. When we’d unpaacked at home I opened my mail. The promised brown envelope. Would you believe the letter says my money has been adjusted from 23 May but will go down again on 03.Jul to start recovering the non-existent debt until October. I didn’t know whether to laugh hysterically or weep with frustration. How can they balls up something so simple a second time?
Mike wanted a specific thingamabob to fix his whajacallit so we decided to head towards the Greyhound Park in Chester and we were wondering where to eat today. Passing through Flint we spotted a little cafe and tried there. Not too bad. We carried on to Chester and I showed him one shop to price them up. Then we could go to another hop to price theirs and pick the best. It was the second shop for him and while there I bought a fan as he complains he gets too warm to sleep at night. Funny. I always thought it was too warm to wake he got. We went into a large new shop there where I also found a pedestal fan at a good price which I picked up so I have a reserve should I need one. We sat in the car with an ice cream and then headed home. I needed to get a look at my mail if nothing else. He allowed me from 4.00 pm to 6.00 pm on the computer which seemed a real treat until I tried sitting down for that long to do it. I managed to do it. We watched Avatar which he hadn’t seen before then a topical subject programme/quiz. Eventually I managed to sneak away again to look at the mail and to do the blog. I think he must have fallen asleep again.
Have a wonderful new week full of Hugs.
Sunday 14th June 2015
Some of you may think it strange that I claim to be ill and yet still went out on Sunday.We went because it was a commitment and because I was pretty sure that where we’d chosen to go did not mean a lot of walking. That was a good thing from the point of view of the bellows.
Let me first say , just to shock you, that Mike was up before me this morning.The night for me had been disturbed with coughing and it appears no less so for him. He was worried enough to want to cancel the day but I wanted to go. When I finally managed to get dressed we set off as there was a detour for Mike to get some fish food he needed. From there we went over the tops and arrived at Betws y Coed about 11.45 am. We were meeting Muriel and John at about 1.00 pm so we had time to find somewhere suitable to eat that wouldn’t overface me and my lack of appetite. We found that in the Spinnaker they did a variety of meals, none too big. We started with drinks though so I could take my pre-foodie tablet.
The meal was small enough to be enjoyable but enough to warrant the after food tabs, which I took with a second cup of tea. After lunch Mike texted MuJo to let them know we were there and ready to meet whenever they were. They were still eating their carvery in the Waterloo. But we met at 1.00 pm when they found somewhere to park. There’s a small but delightful row of shops down by the station where we met. We had a small walk and look round a few of them before going for a drink and a cake at another little cafe. I don’t know the name but they do a huge amount of coffee which is free trade, and they send money to protect the gorilla, and other endangered animals.You can actually find yourself having a drink (or eat) next to a full size model of a gorilla.Even the short amount of walking had taken it’s toll on me and I was struggling to breath so we just spent time outside afterwards sitting down. Very soon though it was necessary to say goodbye and for Mike to take me home. In the car I nodded for most of the journey and at home that didn’t change either. When I eventually came to for a few minutes at just gone 6.00 pm Mike had left to go home. I was sorry not to have said goodbye and offered my thanks for the day. I tried going to bed but came back and found my chair in the lounge where I was more upright was much better.As expected it was a very disturbed night in between the constant coughing and struggles for breath.
Sleep wasn’t constant but it was 7.00 am before I got up to take my morning meds. For the second day on the run I couldn’t concentrate more than on breathing. It’s trying to get air out of a chest that has an iron ring round it so it can’t expand. The coughing is so difficult as the phlegm seems reluctant to come out and the force of the coughing hurts the stomach muscles. With that, there was no way I could try writing cheery messages to people. Yvonne was worried and rang the doctors to leave a message about getting some new antibiotics or getting a visit. She tried a couple of times during the day but the doctor hadn’t managed to reach the message. Silly but true. I slept on and off all day which was a bit of a blessing.I was up from 2.00 am to 4.00 am watching a film though before sleep came again.
It was 7.00 am again before I got to my meds. The coughing was worse if anything at first though it settled a bit later. I can still feel and hear the rumbling in my chest and throat though. Yvonne tried the doctor’s early but still there has been no response though apparently my own doctor is in today so maybe there will be something done by lunchtime. Yvonne will have to phone again. It’s silly really that they’re taking a chance on this turning into pneumonia before they actually do anything and if that’s the case they’ll want hospital- though I won’t. It’s father’s day on Sunday and a family gathering I don’t want to miss.
I still struggle to concentrate so there won’t be any mail addressed again today. Yvonne had to phone again after lunchtime. Doc had read note but didn’t want to issue antibiotics without having seen me, which she says has been a while. Fair enough, but she’s not prepared to see me today despite my condition. She made me an appointment for 10.00 am tomorrow….at the surgery. I have bronchitis and am struggling to breathe but she expects me to do some walking and then given my other problems walk into a crowd of strangers;. Yvonne said no, it’s a home visit needed so she now has to phone again in the morning to see if the doctor can do a home visit? And if not does that mean another day without drugs? Do I just wait until I’m admitted with pneumomia perhaps.
Just so you’re not going to be too deprived.
The story gets stranger from now. Yvonne duly phoned yet again this morning and was told the doctor would do a HOME VISIT. By now I was becoming increasingly desperate. Knowing the doctor’s times I was ready for her at 1.35 pm. I even went to open the door for her and indicted to go through to the lounge. Before we’d even reached there she said “So your leg is no better then?” It sort of flummoxed me so before I’d reached the lounge I’d responded ” It’s not my leg that’s the problem, it’s my chest.” “Oh my message was about your leg.” And I couldn’t help but think I supposed that’s why she’d thought I could get to the surgery and why she’d left the visit till today. In a way I could have laughed because as my doctor she’s supposed to remember the problem I’d have getting to the surgery alone and that had it been my leg, she should know what at a mess it was when she saw me about 6 weeks ago and there are always complication possible with blood clots which can be life threatening. So to my mind she couldn’t know what to expect and shouldn’t have been annoyed at Yvonne saying I couldn’t get to the surgery even though she was saying it for totally different reasons.
Anyway, we reached the lounge which had been aired and sprayed and there had been no smoking done there for a few days so it shouldn’t have been offensive to her, and I believe she would say so as she has before. She took my BP , oxygen levels and listened to my chest. I have no idea what the BP was, but I believe I saw 59% for the oxygen levels which she said were OK. She didn’t like the sound of the chest though and immediately prescribed steroids and some decent antibiotics. said I’d arrange for the drugs to be collected as it would waste time taking the prescription back to the surgery and issuing it to the chemist who may already have collected today. Before she left I did actually show her my ankle as she didn’t seem interested in how it was. It is actually getting better all; the time but it’s rough to look at. She was happy with the progress and said the usual “Keep applying the cream.” She left.
I have to confess I’m a bit unhappy about the way the week has gone. Any confusion could have been cleared up Monday if anyone had taken the time to read the note. No chest in this condition should be left for long. If my doc was away on Monday, surely the notes left could be read before surgery to see if they’re important and not left till lunchtime. I think a Tuesday visit should have been on the cards. Still she’s been now and having no alternative I had to go out to the chemist myself. The journey took me a very long time and I was so out of breath I couldn’t speak when I got there. I was close to collapse when I got back in. I took the first antibiotic and made a quick meal to take the steroids with. I slept. That’s how Dil found me when he came in. I enjoy my Wednesday too much to cancel and my brother is fantastic company. The Yahtzee was a draw at three games each. It was my turn to win Trivia and I also won the two cribbage games. I just didn’t have the energy for any victory dances. Before he left Dil showed me a trick with my computer which would not load up after having gone to sleep during the day. I spent till 1.00 am trying to clear any post which didn’t warrant a reply but there were over 400 to check between the two addresses. From 1.00 – 2.00 am I watched some Forensic detectives catch the guilty parties after some really hard work and from 2.00 – 2.30 am I watched two men going out to buy the contents of sealed containers being sold off to pay delinquent storage fees. The best one I’ve seen so far.
6.45 am this morning found me propped up in bed and really suffering.I struggled to get to the kitchen and a coughing session almost had me fainting. I took a pre-foodie with some milk then took my sprays and my normal tabs before eventually downing a bowl of cornflakes which I had 6 steroids with. I then made a coffee and had my two post food tabs and my antibiotic. I needed to sit down. Once I had enough breath I made my way to the bedroom and turned the computer on. It came up no problem. First job of the day was to head for the bank to see whether the DWP have corrected my pension money and repaid what they owe. No prizes for guessing the answer to that one. The only thing I was glad of is that they hadn’t started recovery on the supposed debt. So despite the fact I’m £30 a week down still, it’s not as bad as it could have been. It is of course a disappointment to know that they haven’t tried to correct their mistake despite having all the proof they need weeks ago and it’s 2 weeks now since a request for a redetermination. It’s not that I don’t have sympathy for the pressure they’re under as they often have a huge workload, but as people they must realise the problems they cause others when their mistake can reduce an already low income by such an amount weekly.
At 9.45 am I was a little more composed and had got dressed to go to Pauline’s. It was another slow journey and the two steps into the shop all but did for me. I got what I needed, bought my lottery tickets and came home again. I sat in front of the TV until 1.00 pm. Just so you don’t think my life has changed too much,I nodded off. A little later I got a text from my great pal Lis asking if I was in. I checked and I was so she said she’d be there in 5 minutes. She was almost right, it was 5 minutes and 18 secs but I forgave her. She was surprised to find me such a mess which I mention just to prove that I don’t actually moan, moan, moan all the time. We chatted about this and that ( but certainly not the other) until it was time for her to go when she impressed on me the importance of letting her know when I’m bad so she can either take me places or do shopping for me. Just before she left there was a text to say Mike was on his way. 7.15 pm I reckon. I was out by a bigger margin than Lis but still not bad. It was great to see him again. I stayed up with him till midnight and then was allowed my half hour on the computer. Some times there are messages that have to be replied to.
Up at 4.00 am coughing badly. How the heck I didn’t wake Mike I’ll never know. It lasted over an hour and I was exhausted by the end of it. I nipped to the loo, came back and booted up, had a sneaky half hour on the computer then went through to take my meds. Once all the normal were done, I had a pre-foodie then instead of my ciggie for timing, went straight into doing my drugs for the next week in the trays. As soon as that was done I was able to eat some cornflakes , take my two post foodies, the 6 steroids and my antibiotic. What a pudding that was.
I sat in the lounge trying to stifle the coughs but still trying to breathe. Mike says I have it the wrong way round. Regardless of his unkindness I still waited until 9.00 am before waking him with a coffee. He got up fairly quickly, I was amazed, but he says he was on the point of getting up anyway. I managed to prompt him into getting dressed during the adverts in Frazier so it wasn’t as difficult to get him off to his fathers when it was over. I tried to relax all day but that’s not the easiest of things as I’m sure many asthmatics can attest to.You can’t relax when you’re straining to breathe. There were a couple of times when I fell asleep but I think I needed it. Mike let me know about 5.00 pm that he was on his way back but traffic isn’t predictable. After my quiz and the cancellation of my second one due to an over-run in tennis I took a slow and much needed shower. I was drained when I’d finished but my finish coincided with the arrival back of Mike so once he’d got a coffee we settled into watching a comedy on TV. He made himself something to eat and we kept company until around midnight.
A very poor night. I was in the lounge from 2.30 am struggling. Mike said he went through to the loo about 3.00 am and was really worried but he thought I was asleep and didn’t want to disturb me. I’d so hoped for something of an improvement by now. Mike was 1 A and 1 C at 6.30 am. A shame as I was hoping to have to make a second call because he got away yesterday. I saw to the bins while he had his drink and then we had words about me going out. I was going but promised to use an electric wheelchair or as Mike favoured, a push wheelchair that I could attach a front basket too. I confess I was worried about the state of his health if he had to push me round the shop, but that was the choice he made. We chose Ju’s flowers and I was beginning to think I might be able to present them in person. We got through quite quickly and went for a coffee. It must have looked comical in the cafe with us both sounding like we’d run a marathon and me coughing like I’d got the bubonic plague. Sorry about your trade McD’s. Going to Flint was unavoidable as I still needed a couple of things. But it didn’t take long before I was settled in Temptations with a coffee. As Flint is on the way home it wasn’t a detour.
We were home early and even carrying a couple of bags from the car to the door floored me so I had to sit down. I didn’t move from the house again. I didn’t move from the lounge again never mind the house. Mike went for a takeaway at about 9.00 pm as we needed to eat but I couldn’t even finish an omelette. 11.00 pm say me coming through a bit early to deal with this. I wasn’t sure whether I should send it such a catalogue of Pity Me as it sounds but I can see it’s likely to still be a difficult week next week and so very few emails will be dealt with again. I don’t want you to think I don’t care. I do.
My daughter had a camera phone welded to her hand so here’s a couple of the latest for you.
Have a wonderful new week all.
Once in a while comes the opportunity to do something for someone very special. My opportunity has just come by being allowed to take part in a blog tour for the Wonderful Olga Nunez Miret. She’s proved to be a firm friend over the last few years, a strength when needed and ever a kind word. The odd thing is I bet she has no idea at all just how highly she’s regarded. Maybe this will be a small token to show her. Take it away Olga. First of all thank you very much for taking part in my Blog Tour for Angelic Business 1. Pink Matters. Reader, don’t worry, I’m not here forever, just twisting the arm of your favourite blogger and borrowing a bit of space.
My name is Olga Núñez Miret and I’m a writer, translator, reader, psychiatrist, I love movies, plays, fitness, owls and recently have taken up meditation (mindfulness). (I thought I might as well summarise and not take too much of your time). I’ll leave you some links at the end just in case you want to find out even more about me (I’m not sure I’d recommend it, but hey…do your worst!). I’ve been writing since I was quite young and I write in whatever style the story I have in my head wants to be written in. So far literary fiction, romance, YA, thriller…and a few unfinished works. Around five years ago I discovered and read quite a few interesting Young Adult books and had an idea for what I thought could be a series. At the time I wrote the first of the novels and after trying to find an agent or a traditional publisher without much success, I started self-publishing, but decided to publish some of my other books first. Since then I’ve published 12 books (6 original books and their translations, as I write in English and Spanish). I kept thinking about Angelic Business and a few months later wrote the second novel in the series: Shades of Greg. (No, nothing to do with…) And last year, as part of NaNoWriMo I wrote the third novel in the series, Pink, Angel or Demon? As I had written the three, I thought I’d publish them pretty close to each other so people wouldn’t have to wait to know what happened next (at least not too much). The three books in the Angelic Business collection are now available for pre-order at the special price of $0.99 each. It’s a bargain price and they’ll go up shortly after publication. Here, a video: Link: https://youtu.be/ZKWP_Q89CiQ Don’t worry. My writing is better than my video-creating skills, but as I’d been taking all those pictures of angels, I thought I might as well. And here, the series:
Angelic Business 1. Pink Matters You are Pink, not the prettiest girl, but smart and with plenty of resources. What do you do when your best male friend offers to have sex with you, because he thinks you’re a lost cause? You plot your revenge with your two best female friends, of course! It seems you’re in luck when a new and mysterious student appears. And, to top it all, he seems interested in you too. He could take part in the plan. But then, he seems to have a plan of his own… He insists he’s not just an ordinary boy. And what seemed so easy to begin with, gets more and more complicated when Heaven and Hell come knocking at Pink’s door. Pink Matters is the story of Pink, a 17 year old girl, good student, articulate and smart. What she has never been the centre of attention or made the top ten of the most popular and attractive girls at school. When two guys, both claiming to be angels, insist that she is, indeed, ‘special’, fight for her attention and help and tell her she is the key to the future of the universe, she can’t help but ask: Why me? And a snippet: “Who are you?” Lorna asked. Before she could say anything else, she froze as if paralysed. And the same happened to Sylvia. “Oh no, not again” I said. “Hi Pink. I’m Azrael. I’m…” “Let me guess…You’re an angel.” I could say he smiled but it was more like a white light radiating from between his lips. His voice also seemed slightly “otherworldly”. He was nothing like G. Flesh and blood didn’t seem to be his priority. “Yes. I am.” “O…K….And…to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? If you are going to make an announcement of some sort…I could have done with some notice.” The light now seemed to radiate from his whole “body” if that was what it was. Somehow his show was much more believable than G’s. And scarier. “It’s not an announcement as such. But you should know…G…” “Yes?” “I know he told you he’s an angel.” I looked at him. Maybe he was different to G but he could be as annoying as him. And interfering. “Yes. I also “know” things…In my case it is because “I” am an angel. He has not been truthful about his identity.” Pink Matters is currently available for pre-order and will be published on the 26th of June 2015(Amazon time). So, if you’re reading this post after the 26th of June, you’re in luck and can get the book straight away! (I’m also publishing it in other platforms although as their processing speed is different the dates might vary. Do check there or in my website, that I regularly update). Link: http://rxe.me/YIHTW96 In case you’re intrigued, I leave you the cover (reveal!) and links to the other two books:
Angelic Business 2. Shapes of Greg What more could happen after the death and resurrection of your mother? What could Heaven and Hell toss at Pink to top that? Well, to start with, she gets a new hellish babysitter, who is seriously hot. And although everybody likes him, he only has eyes for her. When she learns what the price was for the ‘miracle’ of saving her mother, she realises that she must be careful, as Hell doesn’t lose gracefully. One of her friends wants to find the perfect man, the other one gets into a relationship she refuses to talk about, there’s a demon who doesn’t know when to give up and an angel who seems to have his own agenda. What on Earth, Hell or Heaven is going on? Shapes of Greg is available for pre-order and will be published on the 15th of July. Link: http://rxe.me/YHZ21O2 And last, but not least:
Angelic Business 3. Pink, Angel or Demon? OK, OK, OK. Pink gets it. She’s the Elected, whether she likes it or no. Heaven and Hell are closing in, and their envois are closer home than ever. So close she can’t ignore them. And she’ll do everything but. However long she has, she’s determined to make it count. She’ll sort her friends out, she’ll help her family and, she’ll live a bit. And then, she’ll take charge. Because no one will say that Pink went down without a fight. However big and bad the enemy. Gender benders, romances, old loves that come to fruition, new challenges, divine interventions, tears, laughter and magic. All of that and more. Because, if you’re gonna go, you might as well go with a bang. Pink, Angel or Demon? is available for pre-order and will be published on the 30th July. Link: http://rxe.me/YHZHUYS As I threatened you before, here are some link: My website is: www.OlgaNM.com I have a Twitter account: @OlgaNM7 My blog is: http://OlgaNM.wordpress.com I also have a Facebook author page www.facebook.com/OlgaNunezMiret In Amazon: http://amzn.to/XLnZTo My Goodreads author page is: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6562510.Olga_N_ez_Miret G+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/118443714277719085351 Pinterest : (Don’t miss my board about angels) http://pinterest.com/olganm7/ Wattpad: http://wattpad.com/OlgaNM Thanks so much for allowing me to visit and post, thanks so much for reading, and as I always tell them in my blog, if you’ve found it interesting, like, share, comment and CLICK! Oh, and I love reblogs! Ah, and thanks to Lourdes Vidal for her covers.
Sunday 7th June 2015
It’s possible I wasn’t fully compost mental last night. Light’s out at 1.00 am yet 3.00 ish am saw me wandering round the kitchen intending to find something to eat. My hand reached out for the pull cord to turn the light on without me even thinking that the kitchen has a light switch not a pull cord. What I did of course was set off the alarm. Within moments I realised I have the perfect way of getting Mike up straight away as he came galloping out of his room to see what was wrong. Then I got an intercom call from the emergency warden services to make sure I was OK. Considering I’d probably just woken her up from a deep sleep for a false alarm she was remarkably nice about it. Of course Mike was back in bed and snoring before I’d finished saying “Everything is fine.” Needless to say,I didn’t get anything to eat. I went back to bed and eventually got up as usual, fully aware this time, at 5.08 am. After a quick visit to the Jade Palace ( ever since I got a discount on a bulk buy of green paint from the fella painting the local Chinese restaurant), I came back and powered up the machine and went straight into my first email address.
Heck there were a lot and many of them were comments on last night’s blog which I promised my lawyers I’d read more closely in future, ever since I read the blog had been well executed because I was in a hurry and it actually said I was a bloke who should be executed. Critics eh? I worked my way up the list until 6.00 am when I went through to the kitchen to take my meds and make as coffee to bring back with me. With a coffee and a fag to fortify me I was ready for anything. Actually most of what I had to deal with was easy but required comments or at the very least a like. Like all other authors I get notified of reviews and new books released and I think it’s my duty to tweet these and on rare occasions I’ll even send them into Facebook. Indie authors require every bit of help going to offset some of the advantages an author with a traditional publishing house sometimes has, a bigger budget promotion schedule rather than the odd free tweet from another author. If I ever write another book I’d want to go Indie again because of the tremendous cameraderie there is .
By 8.12 am I was pretty much up to date so I took my empty mug through to the kitchen and then came back to see if I was bidding on anything on ebay today. I played around on there until around 9.00 am then just refreshed my mail box and caught up there. I opened the second email address to see how bad that was and there were 64 so I went into battle there too. Not for long though. I heard a noise. It was 9.26 am. I moved towards the lounge only to be met by what seemed to be Mike in looks just coming out. “OK” I said, “just tell me what you’ve done with him. Then we can see about getting you back to your Starship.” “Oh, har de har” he replied. I hadn’t realised he spoke French. He’d already got the kettle on for his drink so I left him to it. We sat together while we tried to remember what it was he’d asked me to remind him about yesterday and I’d forgotten, then a discussion on some music or other followed by an internet search on his tablet on the author who wrote the books depicted on the posters I’d bought for Reuben yesterday. Name of Shirley Hughes and she appears to have been quite prolific with children’s books since the 1970’s. We probably wracked up most time trying to decide what to do today until finally we settled on going back to Broughton Park where we went last Sunday, to see if we could find Mike some slim or skinny jeans. We left a few minutes after 11.00 am.
When we got to Broughtom we parked up and entered the Tesco store where I’d been so lucky in the sale last week. Amazingly enough he was able to find two pairs, one reduced to £8 and one pair to £6. Even better, when we got to the counter they had been reduced to £4 and £3 so two pairs for less than half the price of one originally. It was 12.30 pm when we came out of there and I suggested lunch and then carry on. We went to the pub where we’d eaten with Karen on her birthday. We were seated and had the chance to order drinks which came quite quickly. I took my pre-foodie and then we were able to order lunch. We both went for the Sunday roast option but went for the supersized because of extra Yorkshire puddings and what the menu described as lashings of tasty gravy. The meal came and we started. Mike was the first to voice disappointment that the ‘creamed mash potatoes’ were reconstituted and powdery. I wasn’t far behind him in finding that but I was also disappointed that the lashings of gravy wasn’t really enough. Fair play though, the meat was lovely. The stuffing balls were solid and I hoped the grave might soften them but there wasn’t enough. Mike asked the waitress if we could possible have some more gravy in a gravy boat. She said we could but they’d have to charge for it. I agreed so she disappeared. We carried on eating. We were getting towards the end stages of the meal before she re-appeared with the gravy boat. I think a thimble might have held more. This was gravy for two people for heaven’s sake. I wasn’t amused. When we got up to leave I left the meanest tip I’ve ever left in my life.
We had a trog round a few more shops before it was time to leave and come home. Mike hadn’t found the third pair he’d wanted. It was getting on for 4.00 pm when we got home. We had another natter for a while then I closed my eyes for a quarter of an hour though I didn’t sleep as Mike was still talking to me. At 4.30 pm my nerve broke and I needed to come through to work. Mike gathered his bags and I waved him off before locking the door and starting. 183 messages on the first account, I didn’t touch the other then. I worked until 7.00 pm then went through for some tea. I had a little trifle left over from yesterday and -wait for it- an apple. By 7.30 pm I was back hard at it.By 9.30 am I’d cleared most of what was there in both mailboxes and just had a few personal messages to answer.I’d done those by 10.00 pm and went through for a break. I watched half an hour of TV which was a comedy, satire news quiz. Then back in here at 10.30 pm to do the blog.
OK. so it’s fairly obvious I’ve upset him unless he just thinks I’m not doing enough on his behalf. I shall have to resign, that’s if you can resign from a god with a contract. I turned the light off for sleep last night at 1.00 am. Next thing I know is I’m awake and ready to go to work. It was 2.26 am. I was left wondering if I knew anyone
daft sensible enough to want a job as Promotions Manager for a god and his brothers. It doesn’t pay well but maybe you (may) get a good night’s sleep in exchange for some work. Still, there was no point in complaining, at least I get a head start on the day and the work won’t be in a backlog situation. I have a guest post I need to prepare for tomorrow and this will give me opportunity. MuJo were due this morning too so I was determined to be as up to date as possible before going out. There was absolutely no need to rush though, there was time aplenty.
I concentrated on the guest post first as I wanted to get it as near to a vision I had in my head but that would be easy to change if I didn’t like the end result. I was able to use up a couple of hours easily on it and was fairly satisfied with the end result. What confuses me is that the end result you see changes the minute you press preview. That which is written to the side of a picture is now written underneath. I’m sure if I reduced the size of the picture, the writing might appear where placed but I didn’t mind it the way the preview showed either so I settled for that. As I’ll be with Yvonne tomorrow it’s nice to know I just have to press the publish button now and it’s all done for me. Meanwhile this morning I was happy with the work I’d done and moved over to my main post box, and started there. It was a bit of a surprise how many were left from last night and how many were there, I think I was expecting about a dozen or so. I had to break off at 6.00 am to take my meds and make a coffee and then I carried on until I was clear ( for now) at about 7.15 am. By 8.30 am the other post box was also clear and I had time to get washed and dressed ready to go to Pauline’s and to the chemist/post office. Pauline’s didn’t take long as I got in before the Mother’s Mafia this time. I bought cigarettes not because I needed them but because I needed the change.
I walked up to the chemist and dropped my prescription request in the little slot in the counter and then joined the tail end of the queue of pensioners at the post office end of the shop. I hadn’t been quick enough to get there first. By the time I’d reached the counter, sent birthday cards abroad and got home again it was 9.30 am. I wasn’t sure what time MuJo would arrive so I came back to my bedroom to clear any more mail that had come in and then went through to tidy the lounge and light an oil burner. No news via the postman about my pension being corrected and then at 10.30 am the warden Bev arrived. She told me she’d called last Monday but there was no answer was I OK? I couldn’t think back as far as last Monday but something was at the back of my brain to say it was wrong. She was here about half an hour and as she left I came through to check. Last Monday I was ill in bed but she couldn’t have called, it was a Bank Holiday. She’d come on the Tuesday and I was out with Yvonne. Normally she doesn’t come any day but a Monday. I wonder if I can remember to tell her next week. It was while I was checking that online that I saw skype flashing with a message from John. Odd, as I’d be seeing them anytime soon, or would I? The answer was No I wouldn’t. Someone was coming to empty the septic tank and they’d been unable to set out so the day was cancelled till Thursday if that was OK. I said it was.
At a little bit of a loose end now I came back to the computer and started on ebay until lunchtime. One item I was going to bid for was already too high so I found an alternative to keep an eye on. At 11.50 am I went to start lunch. A goulash today with dumplings. It wasn’t bad though the dumplings could have had a little less herb for me. I watched my Bargain Hunt right to the end and then decided to nod in the chair for an hour. It only lasted for half an hour before a taxi drew up close by and sounded it’s horn to tell a neighbour it was here. The sound made me shoot out of my seat like my tail was on fire, which I was glad to see it wasn’t. As I was already on my feet ( Thanks ACE) I just returned to work. I worked from 1.30 pm to 4.45 pm on incoming then returned for my quizzes and an episode of Big Bang Theory. For tea I had a cheese and raw onion sandwich and then washed the pots before coming back through for what I hoped would be the final phase. I have something coming up on ebay at 10.25 pm which hopefully I’ll get to before doing the blog.By 9.30 pm I was shocked. I’d been going like the clappers to catch up but nothing had been coming in to build up again. I was FREE. I had to start the blog early or read. I chose to start the blog, after all I could break off at any time if more post arrived, and if there wasn’t much I could do it after the blog and then get an early night.
One email came though from Jane as a comment on last week’s blog. She suggested I must be doing OK on the female front with my new slim jeans look. I hope she didn’t look too closely at my female front or she might see I’m not far off needing a bra.( If I was dyslexic I’d only need a bar and that would be better). I had to tell her that so far I haven’t found a woman whose guide dog will allow me to get that close. I’m hoping to get old quickly as at least I’ll get close to the nurse bathing me.
There were real problems getting to sleep last night with all the coughing. In the end I gave up. At about 2.00 am I went to sit upright in my chair in the lounge and slept until 5.06 am so I was quite pleased. I came through to my room to put a blogpost on that I’d worked on last night and which had been promised for today, then I made a start on the mail which it looks like I haven’t touched for a week at least.At 6.00 am I went to take my meds and get a coffee to rev me up a bit. I returned to my room and got dressed before carrying on with the mail until 7.15 am. I’d made quite a dent in it by then but I needed to get my shoes on ready to go out.
At 7.30 am looking undoubtedly young(er) and swish in my stone coloured skinny jeans I set off for the bus stop. Even at that time the sun was warm and the day bright. It felt good to be out. It’s so nice that the two days of Summer are here. The only trouble is, the other one was yesterday so what’s tomorrow going to be like? The bus came and I got in my usual seat, set my crutches at the right angle, stopped them from moving with my feet, and closed my eyes. I’m pretty sure either I nodded off or the bus has been fitted with jet engines to get us there faster. In fact we were late due to road resurfacing. I glanced in the direction I expected Yvonne to arrive and saw to my surprise she was pushing an empty trolley while Reuben on his reins next to it was running for all he was worth. He galloped up and clasped my legs. Yvonne was in fits of laughter because she says he started running the minute he saw me and she had trouble keeping up. I finished smoking my after journey cigarette before we went into a shop that opens before 9.00 am to pick up a few things. I bought Roobs some chocolate and then forgot to leave it behind when I came home later.
We went into our usual shop then to get a coffee and to give Reuben his Weetabix and let Yvonne have some toast while I had a latte big enough to float a battleship. Not a good thing for one who’s bladder is so small. After that we went into the store proper so I could look for some skinny jeans in Mike’s size in the colour I’d asked him about on Sunday, stone like mine. Fortunately I was able to find some and also got myself a kind of long sleeves tee-shirt. Job done we moved on to look for something for Yvonne which typically she wouldn’t let me get. At an H & M shop I found another tee-shirt which will make me look like Homer Simpson in a muu muu. Very bright and Summery. Yvonne was feeling a little dry so we headed off to get another drink, tea for me this time and a wee to make room for it. Then it was time to go and catch my bus home. They walked me to the stop but I wasn’t going to get much from Reuben as he was mid tantrum. I did get a ‘bye’ which was spit out with the speed of a machine gun and contained no warmth but he relented a little as I got aboard the bus and he was looking for where I sat. Only a little though as the driver was laughing at his fake crying in rage while his face was searching for me. I got a small wave as we pulled out. At least for a change I wasn’t watching them having to walk home in the rain.
Though I didn’t need the loo this time I still bypassed Pauline’s having decided to go there tomorrow for what I need. Today I wanted to concentrate on something to eat as I hadn’t eaten breakfast before going out today. Trouble was nothing really appealed . I’d bought sausages and sweet potatoes at the weekend but decided I might have those on Friday. Today I ended up settling for chips in curry sauce with bread and butter. Since I’d missed my antiques show, I watched the weather forecast that seemed to say more to come, before going to my room to start on the mail. I was a little surprised at only 183 fresh item since this morning but I knew more would arrive as I worked. And so it proved. I started at 1.30 pm and only felt I’d made real progress at 5.15 pm when I felt I could take a break. Be fair, I was going to take a break regardless as that’s when my quiz starts. I allowed myself until 7.00 pm when the Big Bang Theory was over and while I was still awake. It took me until 10.20 pm to reach the point where I could declare myself clear, even if for only a minute. I took the chance to work on the blog instead. There will perhaps be time to work on any more mail afterwards with luck though an early night wouldn’t come amiss.
A 3.18 am day. I’m not too disappointed as my light went out at midnight after just a very short read and I consider I got to bed early to relax. So maybe I admit to skiving last night and not going back to the mail after doing the blog. I don’t feel especially guilty.Anyway, after a visit to the Palace of Piddle I came back and booted up the computer (as against putting the boot in the computer which has tempted me more than once). I logged on to check the Eurolottery from last night and wished I hadn’t bothered. Still, it was a rollover so maybe it’s waiting for me. That’s looking on the bright side. I logged onto my main mail address and the glass half full was suddenly half empty.There’s a price to pay for skiving. Then I found that many of them had been dealt with last night from the other mailbox. Phew, it didn’t take as long as I feared to clear that bit. When I really got going on today’s mail I finished at 5.54 am which was perfect timing for breakfast. I went through and popped a few pills and took my sprays. To waste some time I came back through and made my bed then put the washing machine on. I’ll wait until the cycles of washing and drying are over before changing Mike’s.
I took my daily coffee back to the bedroom, cleared the inbox of anything new and then opened the second mail box. That took me until almost 8.00 am when I suddenly remembered the washing cycle would be over so I went through and started the drier later than I should have done. It should be ready about 11.00 am. Odd pieces of post were still coming through so I stayed here clearing them as they arrived until 9.00 am. I got dressed at that time and walked over to Pauline’s. She was quite busy but I noticed not a single one of the Mother’s Mafia from school, all the customers were male. Mind you, they must have wondered about me as I was wearing the muu muu I bought yesterday. It was a picture of tropical flowers that might have been better on a woman’s dress. Still, getting me out in a tee-shirt at all with no jacket on top is a rarity and the tee-shirt was my recognition of the sunshine so I couldn’t have cared less what others thought. I find sometimes I still have a little rebellious streak in me. When I came back and unpacked the bread etc I returned to work. I’m determined to keep a good hold on the numbers today so maybe it won’t be too bad when Dil and maybe Matt have been tonight.
I’d not had any luck last night with ebay ( thanks to my stupidity in forgetting the time) so I did spend some time there this morning trying to find new things to bid on. It’s still the nieces I have in mind. Between changing beds, washing, ebaying and catching up on mail it didn’t take lunchtime long to approach. I had a cottage pie and an episode of Bargain Hunt to watch, or in the case of the latter nearly watch as I fell asleep moments before the final auctions though I promised myself not to, and then woke up three quarters of an hour later as Doctors was starting. You’ve never seen such speed in turning off the TV. I returned to work. A fair bit had accumulated during my break and some of the new stuff was very interesting. I wasn’t rushing so I took my time to read what I thought was important. The afternoon passed quite quickly and quite interestingly though ebay is still doing it’s best to defeat me and succeeding. People are learning the ten second trick and probably doing it at eight seconds to prove they’re braver. It’s working, they’re winning more than me. Oh what I wouldn’t give for a faster computer.
Because I had breakfast I needn’t have tea now as I don’t need tablets but I went through at 4.30 pm to have an apple. A nice tasty green Granny Smith. I love the tartness that many people dislike. I’d be prepared whatever time they turned up now and I wouldn’t be caught unawares like I was last week. My brother is 6’4″ so it’s hard to miss him approaching so I was able to get in the kitchen and start making a cuppa as soon as I saw him. He was on his own again which was a disappointment though maybe it does get a bit boring for a youngster when he can be online gaming. Dil and I watched the quiz as usual and got some nice obscure answers. At 6.00 pm TV went off so the gaming could start. As usual we started with Yahtzee and for the first three games I didn’t get a look in , the jammy male server of drinks ( bar steward) couldn’t put a foot wrong. He got two Yahtzees, didn’t miss his bonuses and scored well. On the other hand I was struggling to get one of a kind with the dice never mind a Yahtzee. But on game 4 things changed and went my way a little.Such a shame (sarcasm) that the dice weren’t falling for him. I won the fifth game too. Game 6 was a struggle from the off. I didn’t think I’d get my bonus while he had everything he needed to get his. My name calling didn’t seem to faze him either. But all of a sudden things at the lower end ( keep it clean missus) started to work well. I neat him by a short head. Three all, even Stevens and honour satisfied.
Next up was the Trivial Pursuit. I won’t lie, he got his 6 pieces of pie while I only had 5. No matter how I tried to get the mnumber I wanted to land on the last colour I needed, I kept going just past it. Dil achieved his and worked his way back to the middle.It was my choice as to what question he would answer but they all seemed simple so I just chose one at random. The beggar knew it but didn’t know my second choice. Arrrrgh, he beat me! First blood. We went for cribbage next and despite
cheating being unlucky he beat me 2-1. I was crushed. I was glad he was going home so he wouldn’t see me have a tantrum and cry bitterly. He went home and I swear there was a swagger in his walk just to rub it in and he was so quick to say “Thanks, see you next week” in such a way that I knew it was a threat. I waved him off and hoped my neighbours hadn’t noticed I was four fingers missing on that hand.
After Dil had left I just tidied up a bit, took my evening spray and meds, washed the pot (there was only his mug) and then went through to start work. It wasn’t as bad as I feared but it still took me up to 10.50 am to get clear (without refreshing). It was time to start the blog so I can get to bed.
Some days the light can quite fool me. When I got up this morning at 3.28 am you’d swear it was much later like 3.30 am or something. As I made my way to the Palace of Piddle I pondered the reasons why I should be awake at this time. Granted I skived off early last night and after a very short read was turning the light out at midnight but even so, I wondered how many others find themselves thinking three and a half hours sleep is adequate. When I returned to the bedroom I booted up and logged on. I went straight to the bank but my money is still down and next week they will start recovery of the non-existent debt. I shall be going round with a begging bowl at this rate. I left the bank and went to start my emails. I was halfway through answering a long one when the computer decided to shut down. The people in Flint thought a high speed train had gone past when they heard my scream. No bloody warning !! Usually when microsoft are doing updates I can delay it a couple of hours but not this time. I put myself in a calmer place ( with the help of a bottle of galliano) and waited. When the update was on and the screen came back to the sign on, I did so calmly. It was only when it brought up my last page and showed it was timed out I got aggranoid. All that writing for nought.
I started again but only until 5.00 am when I decided I’d have breakfast today. I put two pieces of bread in the toaster on took all my meds. While waiting I put Mike’s bedding in the washer and set it going . Cigarette finished I buttered my toast, made a coffee and enjoyed my breakfast. I came back to work afterwards but the emails took forever to load and I was getting frustrated. I closed one address and opened the other which is usually superfast. Even that was sluggish today. At 6.30 am I went through to check the washer and found the cycle finished. I put everything om to day as cotton for 3 hours. I went out at 9.00 a to get my lottery tickets from Pauline and when I came back the drier said Cycle finished. I opened it up because it hadn’t had 3 hours yet and the stuff was still wet. I reset it for 3 hours calling it synthetics and left it. Back I went an hour later and it was ended again. The damned machine isn’t working by my watch that’s for sure. One more time I tried back to cotton again and gave it another chance to behave while I worked. I was up to date at 10.15 am and went back to visit the kitchen. One minute the machine said 1 hr 57 mins to go, a few minutes later it said 8 minutes.
MuJo arrived just before the time was up so as soon as I’d furnished them with drinks I turned to the machine and unloaded and folded each piece as it came out. I put it on an airer by the kitchen radiator. Obviously I was still holding a conversation with them while I worked and found out they’d had a bit of a rough week. By 1.30 am we were ready to go to town. It was market day but we still managed to find a spot in the first car park where it’s all disabled parking. Very handy. A bit further to walk but worth it for the room. We walked up the High Street and straight into one of John’s favourite charity shops. I actually saw a really nice oil burner but I didn’t get it then saying I’d call on the way back. Next stop the Chippie. I had liver and onions today but couldn’t eat it all. Muriel swiped the bill before I got to it and wouldn’t relinquish it. Next time is definitely mine. After lunch Mu went to the post office while I lit a cigarette and followed John up to the next two charity shops. There didn’t seem to be anything he wanted today. Walking back down the street afterwards they picked up a hydrangea from a stall and then Muriel went in and bought the oil burner from the first charity shop and presented me with it.
Back in the car we headed for Flint. Aldi first so they could do some shopping and where I bought some chocolates, then straight to the retail park and a drink in Temptations. I passed the chocolates over and said Hi to the girls then carried the drinks over. Once done I went out for a cigarette while MuJo relaxed a bit. When they joined me, John went to sit in the car while Mu and I looked round another shop to see if she could find, I think they’re called Palazzo pants. They’re very colourful anyway as she’s wearing a pair today. We didn’t have any luck for her though. We all had an ice lolly sitting in the sunshine and then started the journey home. Mike was on his way by then. I expected him about 5.30 pm. MuJo stayed with me a while and then left about 4.30 pm. I was able to get a little work done before going through a little late for the quiz.Mike arrived virtually on time about 5 minutes later at 5.25 pm so I made a drink and we enjoyed the rest of that quiz together. Then of course we had Eggheads and one of the Big Bang Theories. I said at 7.00 pm I’d have to leave Mike and do some work but I’d be back through at 8.30 pm for the new BBT. He let me go without moaning.
I remembered I hadn’t asked whether Mike had eaten so went back through at 8.00 pm. He was hungry so I did sausage, sweet potato mash, beans and curry sauce and had a little bit myself. I timed it beautifully for the start of the programme and then at part one adverts Mike washed the pots for me. I stayed with him until 10.00 pm then had no excuse to stay away from work for longer. I did half an hour on the mail and then started the blog.
I thought maybe some of you would like to meet Dil and Matt from my Wednesday sanity school.
My light was off by 12.30 am last night. I’d gone for a wee around 11.45 pm and found Mike asleep in his room so turned his TV off. Maybe it was early nights all round.I don’t think it took me long to get to sleep as yesterday lunchtime’s sleep hadn’t gained me much. I was up at 3.56 am this morning bright eyes and bushy tailed, raring to get into action. Unfortunately when I reached the Piddle Palace someone was playing with the stop-cock ( bad pun sorry) and it was stop-start for ages. Oh the joys of age. Eventually I was able to go to the bedroom and power up, then sign in. Once there I went immediately for mail and found lots from last night. I knew I shouldn’t have skived after the blog. Anyway, it got done and I got a good start on today’s post until 6.05 am when I needed to take my drugs. Once that was done, being Friday the trays were now empty and needed filling. I got the drug drawer out and also the goodies I’d had delivered on Tuesday and replenished the trays fully. It will be two weeks now before I need anything else. The drawer went back in place and I made myself a coffee to take back to work.Oh wait, I’m not going to call it work this morning since it was a pleasure to read most of the posts which were Summery. Oz is different of course as they head for Winter but it seems the sun is still shining.
I had one con letter this morning but it just made me laugh despite the sad story it related of the woman who has cancer and not long to live. It seems she’s chosen me specially after reading my blog to give her fortune to so it can be donated to charities of my choice that involve children. Anyone with half a brain knows that if you gave me a couple of million pounds I’d be off looking for skinny jeans in all the colours under the sun. It’s possible I’d need matching tee–shirts and maybe a few casual jackets in bright colours too. It’s also possible that I might need a new home to house all the new stuff too. I’ve no doubt some would reach a charity but not necessarily all children related. Oops, bang goes my hope of a windfall then. I worked on both email addresses and by 8.50 am was pretty much up to date. I felt ready to nod off. Instead I headed for the kitchen to wash up some glasses Mike forgot, and my mug from this morning. I also filled the kettle and put it on.It was a couple of minutes to nine when I took Mike a coffee. He doesn’t set an alarm on Fridays so it’s all down to call. I just said ” Mornin’ Bro, coffee’s up, time to rise and shine.” The beggar did. Straight away, no arguments. He’d only grunted in response to me so I was sure it was a 3 C day at least.
He carried his coffee to the lounge and I sat with him talking about the problem with the seals on the car. It’s a young car and the makers say there should be no problem with the seals at this stage. They’ve offered as a goodwill gesture to cover 50% of the cost. They approached the garage who sold this very expensive model and who gave a 12 month warranty to cover the other half but the garage after a long delay say they’ll cover 10% of the remaining half, or in other words just 5% of the whole. Mike seems to have no choice but to go to litigation now. I’m pretty sure the wig and gown won’t suit him though. I managed a short snooze in the chair but felt aware of what was going on around me still At about 10.20 am he left to post a couple of letters and then to carry on and see his Dad in Manchester. I took the opportunity to come back through to work.The postman seems to hate me at the moment as he hasn’t called in 3 days. I carried on working to keep up to date until 11.40 am then broke off to see to lunch. It’s the day of the corned beef hash but I don’t in the least feel like eating.The chest has broken and I’m breathing like old bellows and constantly coughing. It’s just as well Mike is out or he’s be whinging. I did eat my lunch and yes, I did fall asleep during Bargain Hunt.( again). I didn’t wake until 2.15 pm but at least Doctors was over.
I half heartedly returned to my battle with the post and tried to keep up but it was running away today and all I wanted to do was sleep. It seemed I could do that anywhere. I proved it by folding up over the keyboard for a few seconds. I stayed at it until 5.45 pm to whittle it down even though I was missing my quiz. A text from Mike told me he’d be late due to an accident on the motorway. I watched the last bit of the main quiz then Eggheads, before at 6.30 pm going for a shower. I didn’t come out feeling better but at least I was cleaner. I went back through to watch a programme on the island of Honshu in Japan which was fascinating. Mike arrived home as it was going to start. I made him a coffee and we watched it even though Mike had seen the same one last week. It was only needed until 7.30 pm when Question of Sport came on. I was going to stick to BBC1 as there are no adverts where Mike can threaten me with calling Yvonne. Unfortunately at 8.00 pm there was a documentary on another channel about the conspiracy theories surrounding the death- or escape of Adolf Hitler.By the time it was over I was almost ready to ridicule the beliefs that he’d escaped to a secret place in Antarctica to train a new core of men. The fact that Russia had the bodies until the 60’s without admitting it obfuscated the landscape. Their tests say the body was Hitler but DNA tests carried out say not and they refuse anyone access to the bodies after that. What I did find myself believing with no trouble was that the OSS retrieved a huge cache of German gold that seemed to disappear. I imagine it funded the OSS/ CIA for a long time.
At 9.00 pm I came back through to see to as much mail as possible and then at 10.00 pm to do the blog in the hope of an early night. I want to go shopping tomorrow.
Mike warned me last night he’d never get up at 6.30 am today If I kept him awake coughing all night. How do you stifle a cough? I suppose the tooth marks in the pillow give you an idea. I got to bed at 11.30 pm and read only until 12.15 am. I think Mike had turned his TV off at that point. Suitably propped up I eventually fell asleep but disturbed myself a lot with coughing. I wondered if I’d be up for the 6.30 am deadline. As it happens in was 3.22 am. Enough light coming through the windows that I could get to the Palace of Piddle without turning lights on. It was only when I came back I had to turn my light on as no light comes through the window. If I open the curtains I can’t see the computer screen. I was coughing a lot, trying to keep it down by keeping my mouth shut but it can’t be done for long. Having said that, he hasn’t moved once when I’ve coughed so I worried about nothing. I cleared the rest of last night’s post first then started on today’s. Just the one address at the moment. At 4.55 am I decided to go have breakfast and put two slices of bread in the toaster. I checked the milk and found there was enough for my tablets and coffee so I made the tablets the next thing and followed up with the sprays.
I was done in the kitchen at 5.20 am and took my coffee through. I refreshed the post and did the ten or so that came up. Then I logged into my second address and started again. I was clear by 5.56 am and went to get dressed. That didn’t take too long. I went through to the kitchen to prepare Mike’s mug and write down my Saturday morning prediction of how long getting him up would take. I’m thinking a minimum of 2 A AND 2 C. As it happened it was 2A and IC because he like spoiling things.
The day has been good with shopping and then looking at fish when Mike had been looking for a specific food. It’s as well I’ve spent much of the day either here or sitting in the car. The bellows are not good today and Mike is giving me a headache fretting. I’m really drained though so am going to apologise for breaking Saturday up and am heading for my bed. Maybe hospital tomorrow if he doesn’t think things are any better, we’ll see about that. I suppose I don’t want another bout of pneumonia.
It’s possible I won’t be up to dealing with mail in the morning so don’t worry if I don’t respond. Thanks to you all for being my friends. I give you full permission to let your imaginations run wild at Mike’s antics today.
Have a Great New Week full of Hugs.