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Eugene Jacques Bullard

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A forgotten Hero who was a victim of racism by his own country yet was honoured by another.

Originally posted on Welcome To Aussie Emus World:

Do you know who this is a photo of? Chances are you don’t, but don’t feel bad because probably not one American in one million do, and that is a National tragedy. His name is Eugene Jacques Bullard, and he is the first African-American fighter pilot in history. But he is also much more than that: He’s also a national hero, and his story is so incredible that I bet if you wrote a movie script based on it Hollywood would reject it as being too far-fetched.

Bullard was an expat living in France, and when World War 1 broke out he joined the French Infantry. He was seriously wounded, and France awarded him the Croix de Guerre and Medaille Militaire. In 1916 he joined the French air service and he first trained as a gunner but later he trained as a pilot. When American pilots volunteered to help France…

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Itty Bitty Spider & Somnambulism.

Sunday 16th August.

A late night deserves a late morning and that’s what I got today. It was 5.04 am before I opened my eyes. I swung my legs out of bed to head to the bathroom forgetting just how bad they are and almost fell over. Though I can stand on the right one, the left had decided it was on strike for better conditions. I managed to lollop my way down the passage to the bathroom, wincing all the way. On the plus side, it’s not itching. Coming back I turned the computer on and opened my first mail box.
I caught up ( temporarily) with that one at 9.08 am and went to open the second one.Today just had to be the day that TalkTalk had implemented changes to ‘improve’ their service to me. A new mail service totally with a pretty new display that so far does absolutely nothing. I tell a lie, it displays the messages piecemeal instead of in a continuous list, it takes an age to delete anything and an age to change pages. I gave up trying at 9.30 am and went to make a coffee for Mike. I was determined he was getting up before lunchtime. It took a while but eventually he trotted through to the lounge.

We left the house at 11.00 am and headed for The Tweed Mill to see if they’d had further deliveries of these fantastic Brakeburn shoes which are the most comfortable for me to wear. It’s like wearing nothing at all except your feet don’t get dirty or wet. Mike bought a pair two years ago when I did and has never regretted it. I was out of luck in my size but we did get to have a nice coffee ( actually I slurped a milk shake) before having a good look round. Then we decided to stay for lunch there and go on elsewhere afterwards. We both had a Sunday roast. The quantity was pretty generous I thought. Before we left I bought two pairs of Brakeburns for Yvonne thinking they might be comfortable for her during the pregnancy. That done, we headed for Butterflies at Kinmel Bay. Not for the cafe but for the fish place so Mike could get some special food ( for the fish) and some sponges for his air pumps. When Ju was alive we used to buy a lot of fish from there. Friendly knowledgeable staff and a great choice. She’d be very disappointed to see it now. So many tanks closed down. Still, they stock the food Mike wanted so it was worth the visit. Next stop Prestatyn which was on the way home. I needed some cotton balls from the £ shop to apply the calamine lotion. We found out last night that tissues aren’t very good. I spent £13 in there and I haven’t got the foggiest idea on what. Time to get home after that and we made it for 4.00 pm.

Mike went to work on Ju’s flowers so I made him a coffee then came through to make a start on the mail. At 4.30 pm I had to stop to say goodbye to Mike as he was heading home again though he says he’ll be back on Tuesday. I’d just had a message on skype that MuJo are visiting that day too since I’m not seeing Yvonne then. My day with her this week is Monday again. That’s good as I’ll be able to take the shoes through for her. Once Mike had gone I sat in front of the box for an hour skiving and eating some BFG. Then I came through and worked until 8.00 pm when I had an hour of MASH before calling it a night and apologising to Joey for the lack of company today. I’m pretty sure he misses us when we go out. I managed to get up to date on the mail and get the blog done before the witching hour so there’ll be time for a short read before sleep.

Monday 17th.

There was an early wake-up at 2.05 am but I declined that invitation and after a painful trip to the loo I managed to get back to sleep. At 4.24 am when I woke again, getting up seemed a much more reasonable proposition. I didn’t need the loo that time so only had to hop over to the computer and fire up. I was done with the first battle by 6.00 am and opened my other mail box to work. Miraculously it did work this morning and by 6.30 am I was clear there too. Maybe only temporarily but it gave me the opportunity to grab my sticks and go through to take the morning meds. I was going to get those out of the way then get dressed ready to visit Yvonne. It was only then I remembered I couldn’t see her today. They’ve both taken two weeks off to be with Reuben and have planned outings every day. It’s Reuben’s birthday on Friday but I won’t see him until Sunday when we have a little party for him. Lucky for me his main present, the rocking donkey, is already at their house. So, once I’d had the meds I made a coffee to bring back to my room.As I went to the sink to wash my spoon I found a tarantula waiting for me. It’s legs were stretched to either side of the sink. I had to find a container big enough to catch it in and a pack horse strong enough to carry it to the front door while I released it. I looked on the net to see what it was and was surprised to see it called House Spider. In all my years I’ve never seen one like that in my house and I wonder if they meant as big as one? For the first time ever, no more mail came while I was out of the room. If only every day was so kind. I shall still have to get dressed later to take my prescription request to the chemist.

I took my coffee back to the lounge and sat with Joey while I enjoyed it. After a while and it was bright enough I opened the cage door. Joey came out and circled the room a couple of times. His flight dipped as he passed me almost as if he was going to land but then common sense got the better of him and he headed for his mirror and the first of many self arguments of the day. I even managed to nod off a bit while he was chunnering. At 9.00 am I hobbled my way to the chemist and dropped my prescription off then came home and started work again. While there I checked ebay again and found a ‘Second Chance ‘offer. For those of you who haven’t had one, that’s where the winner of an item hasn’t paid and the vendor offers it to the second best bidder at the price they offered. I was amazed since I’d missed the winning bid by a country mile and I doubted my bid even reached the gold value. I accepted like a shot. Later in the morning, after watching Homes Under the Hammer I’d just restarted work when the new doorbell rang. It was the warden. She came in to chat and to wish Joey a good morning. She was pleased to see him come out of the cage even though he ignored her.At 11.30 she took her chocolates and left. I thought about preparing for lunch but received a text on my mobile which was charging up in the kitchen. It was Lis to see if I was in. As soon as I verified it she texted she’d be here soon. And just about midday, in she came.

It was lovely to see her again and it must have been quite a while as she knew nothing about Joey. We spent some time catching up until she left about 1.00 pm and I was able to make my lunch. Steak in Ale with mashed potatoes. Not bad at all really. Since I’d missed Bargain Hunt I didn’t watch TV. I just listened to Joey giving me a bollocking for something he imagined I’d done. Then I returned to work for a while, knocking off at 4.00 pm because I’m idle. Dammit, I fell asleep again in the sun coming through my window. I missed the programme I wanted to see and woke only during the first of the quizzes, Pointless, yeh that’s just how I felt. When the quizzes ended at 7.00 pm I came back through to catch up and then I went onto ebay to see how things were in my watchlist. There are still a couple of tempting items though I’ve held back from bidding so as not to encourage anyone else at this point. Nearer the time we’ll see how I feel. Of course there are things I look at on there that I don’t buy too, which perhaps seems like a waste of time but I get good ideas for future presents like that. Since I got my first Christmas catalogue last week Christmas must be on it’s way.

At 8.00 pm I broke off to watch a history programme that fascinated me about the prospect of King Arthur having really existed. It seems we know more about the period when he was supposed to be about than we ever did and that the Kings or Warlords did have huge fortifications ( they’re OK as long as you use the cream) and did trade abroad for things like wine and oil so will have traded in much more than that. I suspect they may have been quite sophisticated people rather than the savages they were once depicted after the Romans left. Of course I had to come back when it was over so Joey could get some sleep. I caught up on emails again then started on the blog. I’ll be in bed reading well before midnight.

On the Gruffalo Trail

On the Gruffalo Trail

Gruffalo found.

Gruffalo found.

Tuesday 18th.

There was a very unwelcome period at 1.28 am where I had to go to the loo. As I swung my left leg to the ground the pain became intense. It was like granules running down the inside of my leg and gathering at the ankle. So difficult to walk yet when I did , it soon settled to a throb. I wonder if I have gout in that leg rather than the cellulitis of the other? The swelling and condition of the skin are so alike though. I came back and couldn’t sleep so I had a cigarette and told myself I was not getting up yet. I did fall asleep again and didn’t wake until 5.26 am. That was a treat, over 4 and a half hours sleep. I got up and hobbled to the bathroom again. Coming back I turned the computer on and signed into  gmail. I started work. There are still nice comments on the weekend blog which is great. At 6.00 am I broke off to have some breakfast and to take the morning meds. It wasn’t too bright at that time so no response when I wished Joey good morning. He stayed huddled on his perch. While in the kitchen I put some washing in on a fast wash cycle. By the time I’d had a cigarette and then eaten my toast the wash cycle was over and I set it to dry as I took my coffee through to my room to start work again. By 8.00 am both gmail and my talktalk mailboxes were empty. I went back through to let Joey out and to clean his cage.

Absolutely typical Joey decided not to come out just then but sat there playing with his bells ( I’m not even going to imagine what some of you make of that). No enticement would get him out. It took ages before I could move him and that was just by getting too close to the cage. Still, I was able to give him some more millet which he loves. After Joey I went back to the drier and put the clothes on the airer. Time to go and get dressed. It took forever as I couldn’t get my socks on and then pulling my jeans on was no fun either and they weren’t even the skinny ones. I was ready and able for MuJo when they arrived about 10.45 am I made drinks or rather poured them as they don’t have the hot drinks. We chatted for a while and then left about 11.15 am. Mu wanted the Post Office in town so John and I amused ourselves in a charity shop. When Mu joined us we had a quick look in another one then went for lunch. After we’d been served I managed to grab the bill before Mu so no fighting today.

We drove to Flint where Mu shopped at ALDI then went to park up outside Temptations while e went to get chocolates for the girls. That done we went for a drink. I saw Ceri and told her how much we missed her on Saturday mornings. A couple more shops afterwards and I got a text from Mike to say he was on his way. That was 2.45 pm.  Not long after we headed home where I found I’d missed my drug mule. Muriel was going for her lottery tickets and said she’d go  into the chemist’s for me. When she came back I checked the items and the spray I’d asked for an extra one of had been missed out entirely. My current one ran out yesterday and I was quite cross. The surgery make too  many mistakes like that. Mike arrived at that point. We had a chat for a while then MuJo left. Mike ran me round to the chemist to request the spray again but I’ll have to wait until Thursday now. When we got in I left Mike with the quiz and came through to start catching up. I had to take a break at 7.00 pm and give Mike some company so I made tea as well and we ate watching the box. At 9.00 pm I came back through and buckled down. At 11.00 pm Mike gave up and came through to plaster my legs with calamine lotion. Here’s hoping for an itch free night.

Voyage of Discovery

Voyage of Discovery

Meeting the Little People

Meeting the Little People

Wednesday 19th.

Allow me a little Woo-Hoo here please. I’m wondering if I’ve entered a new phase sleeping pattern. Today is my fourth post 5 am start recently. It was 5.28 am today, that’s about four and a half hours again. I haven’t slept so much in ages….OK, discounting the afternoon naps that is. When I woke this morning I reached out for my glasses as usual. They weren’t there. My fingers scrabbling around like an agitated spider told me that. I was gently checking the floor with my toes so there was no chance I’d stand on them. I held my bedside lamp over the side of the bed to see if they’d slipped down between the bed and the chest the lamp occupies. I cast my hands over all my quilt cover to see if I’d taken them off there during the night. Still nothing. All I could think of was that I’d been to my desk, to the bathroom or the lounge during the night and taken them off there. Nothing for it but to go take a look. I leaned forward and placed my hand on the back of my office chair….and there they were. Perilously poised to drop at any time.How or why I came to rest them there is anyone’s guess as I know they went on the bedside chest as usual when I gave up reading at 1.00 am this morning. The older I get the stranger life becomes.

Glasses firmly on my nose I headed for the loo. It wasn’t a comfortable walk this morning. Having relieved myself of a river I returned to my room and turned on the computer. Naturally I went straight to gmail as the talktalk issues are still not resolved. I’ve never known an ‘improvement’ cause me so many problems. At just gone 6.00 am I broke off and went through to take my drugs. I decided on breakfast so took a pre-foodie tablet and put two slices of bread in the toaster. I took all my other drugs then lit a cigarette and sat in the lounge for a while. Joey was asleep on his swing just waiting for it to get brighter so his day would begin. Cigarette finished I went through and buttered my toast. While I was eating it I washed the grill pan to get rid of the traces of last night’s bacon sandwiches. All done I came back through and picked up where I’d left off.

At 9.00 am I made a coffee and woke Mike up. After about 15 minutes I went back to tell him not to let the coffee grow cold and he agreed he wouldn’t. I let him know I was going out to the shops, strained to get my shoes on then took a slow walk to Pauline’s for milk and bread as well as my TV magazine. It took me a little while but when I got back at 9.30 am guess where he was. Mind you, e must have heard me because within minutes he was up and in the lounge. I know this is my fault but I went to keep him company and turned he TV to Frasier. Mike didn’t make a move towards dressing. At 10.00 am I turned to Homes Under the Hammer expecting him to dress and go to his dads. Nope, he sat and watched that too. So, it was 11.00 am before he got dressed and fifteen minutes later before he left. It’ll be lunchtime before he gets to his Dad’s. I hoped he’d remember to eat as I couldn’t cook for him tonight with Dil here. As soon as he’d gone I returned to work .  I worked until midday then went to make lunch. I was in the mood for quick and easy today so had a curry and chips with bread and butter. Mmmmm. Both teams on Bargain Hunt went home with a profit, one of them getting a profit on all three items and one team making over £200 on just one item. I tell you this so you know I didn’t fall asleep. I know, you’re amazed aren’t you. I returned to work until 4.00 pm and then gave up for the day. Dil arrived at 4.30 pm and had a machine and tubes attached to him . I was quite worried until I remembered he was due to have a day where his BP was taken at intervals through the day. It’s been tremendously high for a few years, often over 200/120 and they needed to check to see if he has white coat syndrome where it rises when he has to attend the surgery.

Mike sent a text to say he was on his way at about 4.40 pm but he didn’t actually make it until almost 6.30 pm. The traffic and the weather were both bad. Dil seemed happy to give up the game of Yahtzee we were playing when Mike arrived as he said it was just a trial run anyway. Since he was losing 5-o at that point I didn’t blame him. The three of us started a new game which ended up with me winning 3, Dil winning 2 and Mike just 1. Next we got the Trivial Pursuit out and after a long game Dil had to leave. We declared him the winner as he had one more slice of pie than we did. He left happy. Mike filled me in with all his news of the day, he’d achieved quite a bit. I had to come through and start the big catch up then. It took me quite a while to get going but at 10.50 pm I was able to start the blog. I’m aiming to be in bed before midnight.

Musical Interlude

Musical Interlude

A wringing of hands for Little Boy Lost

A wringing of hands for Little Boy Lost

Thursday 20th.

I read till 12.30 am last night and then went through to the loo. I noticed Mike was still gaming so I went into his room. We chatted for a while about various things, not least of which was where to go today since he’s still looking for the ring, London Blue Topaz and nothing less will do. I suggested Chester, he suggested Llandudno. When I finally went back to bed I was awake again so decided to have a cigarette and another chapter of my book. I read three chapters and finished it. I got up at 5.12 am today and after visiting Piddle City I logged onto the computer. I attacked the mail and it attacked me back. At 6.00 am I went to the kitchen for my meds and stayed to have breakfast. Joey was awake and it wasn’t too dark so I opened his cage in case he wanted to come join me for breakfast. He didn’t, playing havoc with his bells was much more fun. I ate alone. When my mouth wasn’t full I spoke to him but apart from occasionally cocking his head to one side he paid me no attention. I came back to work. It kept me occupied and out of trouble for a while .  At 9.00 am I stopped and made Mike a drink which I took through to him and tried to wake him up. He wants to go to Chester this morning so I thought an early start would be good. It was nearly 9.30 am before he made the move to the lounge. Joey and I were watching Frasier.

So much for an early start. I dressed at 10.00 am but my subtlety didn’t work. It was actually gone 11.30 am before we even left the house. It was gone midday before we parked in Chester but at least because I have the disability card we were able to park on the main street. We headed for British Home Stores for lunch and were surprised to see a notice on the counter saying they’d changed suppliers and were very limited with stocks. Strange, you’d think a new supplier would keep them stocked up. Our choices were very limited and had to have sausage, bacon and chips to which they added an egg because they’d run out of peas and beans. Still, we were able to have our tablets. Then we started the round of all the jewellers I could think of. He came across plenty of women’s rings with the right stone but no men’s. His heart is set on London Blue Topaz but they haven’t really done many with that stone since the Victorian days. Once his ODC kicks in there’s no swerving his mind away from it.This could take years. We had a drink in a Costa before coming home but didn’t leave until almost 4.00 pm and arrive home until 4.20 pm. I’d hoped to get some work in before my evening viewing. I had to watch the antique programme then come through for the first of the quizzes. Then back again for the next two quizzes, an episode of MASH and one of Campion. Finally I was able to come through to stay at 9.00 pm while Mike watch Who Do You Think You Are on Actress Jane Seymour. I  nipped back to take my tabs but otherwise was very good at focusing on my mail. At 10.40 I was able to start on the blog so will be in bed before the Witching Hour tonight.

Friday 21st.

My light went out at about 1.00 am this morning having read three chapters of my new book. Sleep came fairly easily once I found a comfortable position but I was still up at 2.30 am for the loo. I couldn’t settle again so I had a cigarette on the side of the bed and tried again. I didn’t wake until 6.18 am. An amazing lie-in. Of course it’s the one day of the week I could have done without. I got up, paid a visit to the loo and then went immediately to the kitchen to take my meds and then to start filling the boxes with the drugs for the next week. That kept me going until 7.00 am. I replaced the drug drawer, said good morning to Joey then made my coffee to take back to my room. After powering up ( the computer not me) I signed into gmail. Wow, just 8 pieces of post awaited me. I hadn’t even finished congratulating myself before it suddenly shot up to 22. That kept me on the go until almost 8.30 am. When I tried to sign into talktalk I got a message that it was down for planned maintenance.  I got dressed and decided I’d try to get Mike up a bit earlier today in the hopes I’d get him to leave for his dad’s on time today. I took his coffee through and asked him to do me a favour and listen for my delivery man while I went to Pauline’s. On my return at 9.45 am he was up and in the lounge. He was asleep in the chair, but he was up. I checked my mail and found the delivery will be between 2.30 – 3.30 pm and will be brought by Alan.

Mike was dressed by 10.0 pm but was about to settle down with Homes Under the Hammer until I mentioned he needed to go. He left at 10.15 am after making sure he said goodbye to Joey or risk a bollocking. I watched the rest of the programme until 11.00 am then came back through to catch up again before lunch. T 11.50 am I went through to do lunch. It’s stupid but I’d chosen the time so I could take my pre-foodie tablet then make lunch in time for my antiques programme. On the walk between my room and the kitchen I forgot the tablet altogether and lunch was about ready to plate up before I remembered. I took it and carried on. I enjoyed my bangers and sweet potato mash and took my plate through and came back in time for the auction. I could feel my eyes going before we reached that point and didn’t see a thing. I woke at 1.30 pm and went to do the pots. Next was back through here to catch up again. At 4.00 pm I attempted to enter the TalkTalk email system still without luck. I kept getting the same message after signing in, that it couldn’t access the email server. I finally went through the help desk and followed the questions there but all I got was wait 15 mins and try again as the problem is solved. Let me tell you TalkTalk that the problem isn’t solved, and that having a phone help system in place isn’t good for some people, especially if that phone call goes out of the country and subjects us to accents we can’t understand. That statement is not racist. An email system would help for problems as at least I could access you via another server. At 4.30 pm I gave up trying and went through to watch my antique programme. Once finished I came back to see how many emails had landed. I was able to catch up on gmail but TalkTalk was still not live. I didn’t mind missing one quiz but I was back in the lounge at 6.00 pm for the next two. At 6.45 Mike sent a text to sat he was on his way back. That’s good as it meant I could go to my room until he returned and then give him some company when he’s back. The plan worked great.

At 7.40 pm I went back to the lounge and then to put the kettle on. Mike walked in about 7.45 pm so a coffee was quickly done and we watched the last of Question of Sport together. Glancing at the TV mag I found I’d missed the last twp Persons of Interest last night so Mike put the last one on for us. Once we’d seen that come to an unsatisfactory ending we watched an episode of Ripper Street until 10.00 pm when I felt able to desert him and come to work. Not too much post so I was able to start the blog at 10.35 pm and I’m almost done at 11.20 pm. Just add the song and I can go to bed ready for shopping tomorrow. I may have to race round the supermarket on an electric chair again but no way I’m letting Mike fiddle with the electrics as he threatens. Before Mike went to bed he came through and slathered my legs in calamine lotion. Maybe if it stops the itching it will mean he doesn’t have to rap my knuckles with a pen if I scratch. On the other hand, maybe he just enjoys it.

Saturday 22nd.

When I finished reading last night at 1.00 am I went through to the loo and since I could see Mike was still gaming I called in on him to see why he wasn’t asleep.He said his tablets hadn’t kicked in yet. Here’s to be hoped it wasn’t to long after that his tablets did. He was at least not gaming and was sleeping when I got up this morning at 3.43 am. I came back from the loo and signed into gmail and started work. Along with the normal mail there were a few causes today. One calling for the resignation of Iain Duncan Smith from his position in charge of the DWP after they admitted that the cases they identified as people benefiting from the benefit sanctions were ‘illustrative only’ or in other words a total fabrication. Since deaths have occurred fro people who have been sanctioned it’s surely time for a rethink and to look at real life cases of what the sanctions do. There was also an appeal to the Prime Minister to accept more genuine refugees into the country. So many are leaving war torn places like Libya and Eritrea, many losing their lives on the way that they deserve safe havens to be found by the countries of Europe. OK, off the soapbox now. It was 5.25 when I was caught up with mail and able to go take my morning drugs.

I was settled back at my computer at 5.40 am when I heard a scuttling sound. I went to check and Mike had gone to the bathroom. I said, ” A miracle, hardly seems worth going back to bed after this does it?” There was no response as he was asleep. He went back to bed. The moment 6.30 am arrived I stuck a coffee under his nose before his alarm had chance to ring. That was 1 C . Moments later the fist alarm came into play but was soon turned off. 1 A . There was no movement. After ten minutes the second aslarm went and it beat me so I didn’t call Mike. This time he moved to the lounge. 1 C & 2 A morning. But when I went through to the lounge, there he was asleep in his chair, until I scratched his head anyway. I’m not sure if that should count as another call, and when I returned from trying my new shoes on he was again asleep until I spoke to him. If I count that it could be a 3 C & 2 A day.

Mike got dressed and we were out of the house before 7.30 am and on our way to ASDA. I didn’t want much and we fairl whizzed round but it was still 9.30 am before we were out. We bumped into John and Vivienne who were kind enough to take me to a concert last year at Llangollen’s Eistedfodd. We got in the car and drove to Flint where I picked a few things up from one shop  even though we visited a few. We had a drink at Temptations and in Mike’s case he had a teasted toecake. Time was getting on a bit  when we came out and we decided to head home but bumped into our friend Tariq and chatted to him for a while. His news wasn’t good but there was nothing we could do to help but offer a shoulder. Since we’d be missing our Sunday roast tomorrow courtesy of Reuben’s party we decided to have a carvery at the Bells. It was pleasant enough but by the end we’d both decided to concentrate on the Cookhouse in Prestatyn in future. We came home and unpacked the shopping. With heads hung low in shame we accepted the telling off from Joey for leaving him in the cage this morning even though it was done only to make sure he’d be OK when we got back and doors may be left open. I came through to catch up on mail and left Mike with his football. Once the game was over and I was caught up I joined him and we both ended up asleep. It must have been for a good hour as I woke up part way into the celebrity edition of a quiz and Mike woke up not long after. Once that was done I came back here to assess the damage and do what I could. I rejoined Mike at 7.00 pm for a couple of programmes and retired here at 9.00 pm for the big push. Mike was watching Rebus at that point, a gritty detective series where you need a phrase book for the Scottish accents. I did so well I was able to have another half hour through there before doing the blog. I’ll be abed before the witching hour.

Have a Great New Week filled with Huge Hugs .

 

 

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Sunday August 9th. The Return

Sunday August 9th 2015.

I woke at 4.43 am this morning knowing there wouldn’t be the usual post but that it’s the day of my return anyway. The first day in the new blog. I worked on what post there was until 6.30 am then emerged from my pit surprised to see sunshine. It looked like the weather was smiling on me and it was to be at least two nice days in a row. I took my meds and made a coffee before spending a few minutes talking to Joey. Not that he was talking back, he could chunner for Britain, but never if I’m too close for comfort. Fair play, he’s trying very hard to talk and his name is recognisable but the only way I’m going to get him perched on my hand is with the liberal use of superglue. It’s probably time to stick with patience is a virtue while showing I’m not very virtuous. I always hope for same day results so  by now he and I should have been discussing philosophy or at least whether green feathers are in this season. It was about 7.00 am when I returned to work with my cold coffee but I was very relaxed about it.

The relaxation ended at 8.00 am when Mike got up. Yes, unbelievable I know but it was totally unaided. One minute he was in bed asleep and the next here bothering me. I waited till he was in the lounge then checked his bed to make sure it was dry. It was ! I finished off a couple of messages and went through to the lounge to sit with him. Closing the lounge door I opened Joey’s cage to give him the freedom he needed then sat down. The last thing I remember was Mike trying to get Joey to come out. I was asleep in seconds. Just as well I’d sat down. It was nearly 9.00 am before I woke up and Mike was still trying to get him out. I have no idea where the time went this morning and I’d love to say it wasn’t wasted but I can’t. It was gone 11.00 am before either of us went to get dressed. I managed to do a few emails while I was in my room and also take a look at ebay where I had a few bids to see how things were doing. I’d been outbid on everything and had to decide whether I wanted to up my bids or just leave the items to someone else. I settled for letting them go. As I returned to the lounge that’s exactly what Mike was doing too.

We left the house at 12.30 pm to go for lunch with Lee and the family plus his Dad Di and Lynn his wife. As we pulled out into the traffic who should be in front of us but Lee with Jen waving from the back window of their car. When we drew into the car park of the Bells who should pull up next to Lee but his Dad so we were all able to go in together. It was great to be all together again. I love the family days. Dil went off to buy the meal tickets and Mike listed the drinks wanted and went to queue up for those. I got to hold Nathan for a while, at least until has Pops appeared and claimed him. Dil and Lynn had been to a car boot before coming to lunch so we were talking about what they’d got. When Mike appeared with the drinks I said it was a shame we hadn’t been there this morning too since he’d been up so early.”A good idea for next week” he said “when I don’t have to go back on the Sunday night”. The fear gripped me……….

We left the Bells at about 2.40 pm and went our separate ways with Lee promising to pop in for Wednesday night games soon and Jen agreeing to let him out. Mike and I drove home where it didn’t take me many minutes to nod off in the chair again. I think I was bitten on the bum by a tsetse fly while I was out. Between then and 5.00 pm I was conscious for short periods only. Usually long enough to say “Pretty Joey, best, best boy ” before nodding again but at 5.00 am Mike announced he was going. I waved him off then jumped into the mail and all that had accrued during the day. That kept me going until 7.15 pm when I went through to get some tea. I watched a few old episodes of MASH then at 9.00 pm came through to carry on working. The TV went off and Joey’s cage was closed to stop him flying in the dark. At 10.30 pm I was up to date and able t0 spend some time with the blog again. 

I thought this was water.

I thought this was water.

Anyone seen a spare leg lying around?

Anyone seen a spare leg lying around?

Monday 10th.

I was up to the Piddle Palace at 12.40 am,not long after falling asleep. I was also up at 2.11 am and finally got up at 3.14 am. Though I didn’t feel tired I was still yawning as I sat at my desk replying to mail. The time gave me a good head start to leaving empty mail boxes at 7.30 when I had to leave the house. Chester today instead of tomorrow as Yvonne has midwife appointments for tomorrow. I even managed to get into Facebook to pick up messages from there which isn’t really any hassle wearing my invisibility cloak as I do. I stopped enjoying Facebook visits a long time go. At 6.00 am I broke off to take my meds and have breakfast.That done I took my usual coffee back to my desk to ensure I could clear as much post as possible. I was clear well before I had to go out. When 7.30 came I shouted goodbye to Joey and went for the bus with Ugo’s birthday gifts bouncing off my stick as i walked.

I was halfway to the bus stop when the bus drew up beside me to let me get on. Fantastic, I settled into my favourite seat and nodded off. The journey was over in no time despite the number of times I had to wake as we went over a bump or more accurately sank in a pothole in the road. When we arrived I lit a cigarette as Yvonne hadn’t appeared to meet me. A moment later I could see her in the distance pushing the buggy so I hid behind a pillar and waited to jump out on Reuben. It wasn’t much of a jump and all he did was smile and point.”Pops” he said as though Yvonne wasn’t aware. We greeted with the usual hugs and kisses and Yvonne asked if we could visit Boots the Chemist for something. We did that then returned to our usual pattern and went for a drink and some breakfast even though I’d eaten at 6.00 am. Reuben had a bit of a run about but wasn’t on his best behaviour this morning and ended up back in his buggy much to his disappointment. That gave me chance to look around the gents department while Yvonne picked up a shirt for Ugo’s birthday later this week. My gifts were safely on the handles of the buggy to save me carrying them. While we were in the shop Reuben decided to evacuate his bowels, heck he nearly evacuated the shop. Yvonne didn’t have a spare nappy with her so it was to be back to the chemist for some and to change him there. I almost went down the stair in the shop rather than share a lift but holding my breath I found the colour green quite suits me. As we got outside I noticed the gas companies arrive in a convoy of vans to look for the leak, they’d have had more luck with the Civil Defence Team looking for chemical warfare.

With time in hand we decided to walk round another shop which I rarely think of and even more rarely visit. Marks and Spencer has in the past been a very expensive shop while lacking in style. These days they are fairly stylish though no cheaper. They did have a nice cafe and we were able to get another drink there. Yvonne was very impressed with an elderflower which she said was the nicest she’s ever had, I settled for an iced coffee and cursed that I forgot to sugar it. A great temperature though on such a warm day. They walked me to the bus stop and I had time for a cigarette before I boarded. As I waved them off Reuben was proving to be stoic this week whereas last week he howled that the bus was taking me away. Eyes closed to prevent anyone fro talking the journey was again quite nice. In Holywell my next door  neighbour got on. It’s rare to see her out on her own. As we got off we walked home together and chatted. I was glad to get inside the door though. I had mail which included a stupid letter from the DWP to tell me from 7th Aug they have decided to deduct money from my pension at the rate of £0.00 per week. Three pages it took to say that. Another tree wasted. I should mention that while the Internet was down last week I had a letter from them admitting their error and confirming the current deductions are wrong, I owe nothing. Vindicated at last. Yvonne is so pleased her efforts have done so much for me.

I let Joey out of his cage and set to clearing my email boxes. I also arranged to have a parcel redelivered on Wednesday that they’d tried to deliver this morning . I put my washing machine on with a colour catcher as I’d included a new red rugby top. There was a knock at the door and my friend from the chemist arrived with something I forgot last week. I dropped it on the console table in the hall till I’d finished. At 3.00 pm when I was mainly clear I took the drugs through and found the repeat prescription was missing so I had to go out again to see if they’d left it in the shop. Fortunately they had. Coming back I sat with Joey for half an hour then went to clear any other messages until 4.30 pm when I went to watch my Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is. I had another half hour on the computer after that ended and then went back for my quizzes until 7.00 pm. Another hour dedicated to the mail and then a two hour Agatha Christie Miss Marple before shutting Joey’s cage door and calling it a night. I cleared mail until 11.00 pm and then attacked the blog before a read and sleep.

The Raffia.

A member of The Raffia.

Ahoy Mateys.

Ahoy Mateys.

Tuesday 11th.

4.15 am was an ideal time to get up this morning. For one, I was awake but also I woke with the need to reach the Piddle Palace or float in bed. Making my way down the passage way in the half light with my legs crossed wasn’t easy but I was up to the challenge. Coming back I turned the computer on and started on the mail on my main account. I was actually done by 6.40 am and prepared to sit here twiddling my thumbs. Instead, inspiration struck. I went through to the lounge and took down the net curtain which should really be white but tended more towards the brown end of the spectrum  because of these terrible smokers. I put the net in the machine with some liquid detergent and some whitener and set the wash cycle to quickwash. While it was doing and while Joey was safe in his cage I washed the window. It’s quite large and a stretch to do it. I took my meds and made a coffee. When the net was done I rehung it. I turned the lounge light on and urged Joey to leave his cage so I could clean it and replace his food and water. I added a tonic to the water. Had there been any chance of him taking a bath I’d have put a block of soap out too. Once I’d put fresh millet in I hoped he’d go back but he stayed sitting in his usual place on the mirror. I had to go really close to force him to fly off and find another perch. That earned me a right telling off but I’ve got broad shoulders and anyway I can’t understand a word he says. Once out of the way I cleaned the mirror to get rid of all the kiss marks from Joey admiring himself. I took my coffee back to the bedroom to check the mail.

I was done by 8.00 am and following a quick yawn decided to have a nap in the lounge. I took my empty mug through to the kitchen first and then sat down in my chair. The moment I sat, Joey started with a continuous high pitched bollocking which I guess was aimed at me. Luckily I had the TV remote to hand and while it didn’t actually control his volume, the sounds of Frasier was enough to shut him up. I got half an hours sleep, wonderful. I thought it would be  good idea to get dressed then.  I chose to wear slim leg rather than skinny so I’d be able to get them off tonight. Once skinny are on my bad leg they’re tight enough to look like they grew there. At 9.05 am I went to Pauline’s for  fresh bread and some micro chips as well as my TV mag for next week. I’d gone early in the hopes of being back before the postman came. I was, but I needn’t have rushed as the parcel wasn’t for me it was for Mike. I know what it is because I actually found it for him but since I like it too I may have to tell him it was lost in a burglary, the only item to go missing in fact. “How lucky I was able to find one for myself ” I’ll say.

The warden whom I’d missed yesterday called to see if I knew that rent payments were to change but since I pay by direct debit it doesn’t bother me. She was glad that my not being here yesterday didn’t mean I was ill which was nice. She deserved her chocolates after that. I kept up to date with the mail all morning and only stepped away at lunch time. I had a cottage pie today while watching Bargain Hunt. The first time I’ve ever seen the programme with the same contestants as before. I fell asleep before the end and didn’t wake for almost an hour. A guilty conscience brought me back to work and your over generosity kept me here. Loads of mail. I only worked until 4.30 though and then left until 7.00 pm to enjoy my tea and my evening programmes. Another hour in here then back to watch a programme on the Georgian Kings which tonight was George II of Hanover and his popular wife Queen Caroline. I finished at 10.00 pm and called it a day. With a goodnight to Joey I came through to catch up again and to work on the blog.

3rd class railway, no roof.

3rd class railway, no roof.

Who's lurking under the stairs?

Who’s lurking under the stairs?

Wednesday 12th.

There were a couple of false starts during the night which I ignored but the 4.15 am wake-up left me no choice. The slightest movement on my part jer, jer, jiggled my bladder and cause me agony. I had to wake up, clear my head and go. Once that job was done I was awake and that was that. I powered up the computer and signed into my mail boxes and also to ebay. Things were going well until I looked on ebay for something I wanted and the computer froze. I was on the point of issuing a mild expletive when suddenly it started to close down and the message about updates hit my screen. The expletive I issued was anything but mild. Sometimes I’m warned of it happening and I have 3 minutes to delay it till I know I’ll be free. I hate not getting the warning and having the system close when I’m in the middle of something. Today I was lucky in that I wasn’t working on something important at that time. I was also lucky that when I finally got back in the system recognised that I hadn’t closed it down properly and allowed me to reinstate where I’d been so I could not only check the ebay item, but carry on with my mail.

At 5.30 am I went through to start taking my meds and have breakfast as I’ll be unlikely to have time for tea tonight, it being Wednesday and my games night. I’ve marked all the cards ready. I chose to have cold toast so put the bread in before I did anything else, then took my sprays and started popping pills. I used the rest of the milk in my mug for the morning coffee from the sooper-dooper Tassimo machine, Morning cafe was the poison of choice today. Once the pills were done I had a cigarette before cutting and buttering my toast. It was fantastic except for the greasy moustache afterwards. I took my two after food tablets then went for a wash. Coming back to the lounge I closed the door behind me and opened Joey’s cage. He didn’t seem too bothered about coming out at that moment but that may be because it wasn’t fully light then. I sat in my chair and watched him giving one of his toys hell. First a telling off, then grasping the neck of the bell he tried to prise it off. I’ve noticed in the past that budgies are very deconstructive. I’m surprised Australians don’t harness this power for demolition or something.

Joey's Palace of the Four Bells.

Joey’s Palace of the Four Bells.

I half nodded in my chair but kept repeating phrases for Joey to learn. He hasn’t mastered “Come on Mike it’s nearly afternoon” yet or “Good Morning Mike, wet the bed have you?. Truth to tell he hasn’t even got Good Morning yet, he seems to like “Joey, best best boy” most of all. And of course he loves his mirrors. The one in the cage gets a regular talking to but it’s the large one outside that entertains me most. Not only does he almost splatter when he lands after flying round the room a few times in a manic way, but he also loves cuddling up to his reflection.  At 8.00 am I tried the TV but kept getting a ‘No Signal’ message which was very annoying as it meant I should go back to work. I spent an hour and a half or so sorting the mail  and then got dressed and went through to try the TV again. This time it worked so I prepared to watch the house auction programme. I’d just settled down when someone knocked on the door. It was Darren with the post. Two parcels for me today, both rings. I opened the parcels in front of the TV. I liked both.

At 11.00 am I went to check on some ebay pieces I was looking at. Most things that piqued my interest were this evening so if I want them I’d have to put my max bid on before starting my games night. I also brought my mail back up to date before lunch. Today I had a beef filled giant Yorkshire pudding with roast potatoes. It wasn’t bad but I wouldn’t go out of my way for it again. My Bargain Hunt was on as I ate but I didn’t think the teams would do well today. I don’t know whether I was right as I nodded off before the auction stage and didn’t wake until 1.30 pm. It was back to my desk then. I worked through until 3.45 pm then went to watch the end of an afternoon quiz. The sun was blazing down through my window and it was drowsy, drowsy, gone. When I woke at 4.25 pm Dil was there smiling and said he’d arrived at 4.05 pm but couldn’t wake me. I don’t believe he tried but it’s possible he’d been there that long. I made him a cuppa and we watched Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is and our usual Quiz Pointless. Once that was over out came the games table and the Yahtzee. The first set was three games each again so we decided to carry on with another set. My mistake, Dil won that four -two. Out came the Trivial Pursuits and battle  recommenced. That resulted in a win for me and as it was 9.35 pm Dil had to leave. I did a quick tidy, made myself a chip buttie, washed the pots and came through to catch up. 102 messages waiting and no wins on ebay. By the time I got to start the blog it was 11.15 pm. Don’t make a noise in the morning, I might need to sleep in.

Reuben and Friend.

Reuben and Friend.

Reuben and more friends.

Reuben and more friends.

Thursday 13th.

It was about 1.15am before I turned the light off this morning. I struggled to sleep, no doubt as a result of the noddy sessions of yesterday. I was rather surprised to wake at 4.56 am and find myself stretched out on the couch in the lounge. I don’t remember going there and it wasn’t a planned trip as my slippers were neatly laid on the floor in front of my chair on the other side of the room and I hadn’t brought my spray out. Despite it being Summer I was surprisingly cold too. I paid a trip to the loo and then headed straight for my bedroom and the warmth of my dressing gown. I fired up the computer and signed into both email accounts to find you lot had been very busy during the night.

At 6.00 am I went through to the kitchen for breakfast and to take my meds. I sat in the lounge and ate in front of Joey’s cage. He didn’t seem very happy so I opened the cage door and told him to come and share. That got me a bollocking. He then flew out at such a pace that all the husks from the seed he’d eaten came out in a cloud and descended on my last piece of toast. Joey flew around a couple of times and landed on the mirror. It was his turn to get a bollocking when I found out how much cleaning up I’d have to do later. For now I left him to it and returned to work. By 8.15 am I’d cleared the immediate threat from the mail boxes and broke to get dressed, except for my socks.  I rejoined Joey in the lounge and turned on the TV to watch Frazier. The postman (Darren) came at 9.40 am an delivered my last parcel and a Christmas catalogue…….. in August???? The last parcel was a new doorbell which I intend to put up tomorrow.  Now Darren had been I put my socks on and my shoes. The left one was difficult to get on today as the foot is swollen whereas the right leg is the one that has the swelling from ankle to above the knee and is suffering from the cellulitis. I definitely have what they call ‘Old ladies ankles’. Putting padded gloves on I grabbed my coat and sticks and walked to Pauline’s shop to grab fresh bread, bacon, chips with curry sauce and had my lottery tickets renewed. I came back post haste to watch Homes Under the Hammer with Joey.

At 11.00 I got a brush and dustpan and cleaned he floor around the cage. Joey flew squawking around my head that I was too close instead of just moving elsewhere. Anyway, as i was down on the floor kneeling I can’t see I was invading his space. I stood up and changed his seed and water without any fuss from him, that will come when he sees I haven’t given him new millet. At that point I’m shutting my ears. I went through to work for half an hour or so and then came back at 11.50 to take my pre -foodie. I had the chips with curry sauce for lunch and watched as much of Bargain Hunt as I could before drinking of the waters of Lethe. Wham, I was there one minute and gone the next. I woke after half an hour and like last night had no memory of what happened. I came back to work at 1.15 pm and stayed until 3.00 pm when I watched Move to the Country. I’m becoming addicted to programmes like these recently. No wonder I never do any writing. About 3.30 pm Mike sent a text to say he was on his way so if the traffic is kind I may see him about 5.30 pm, though he is travelling at the busiest time. I’ve not seen any more of him than usual this week even though he’s been on holiday. I had another hour on the computer 3.30 pm – 4.30 pm and then it was most of the evening off. Mike arrived at almost 6.00 pm in time fr two of the quizzes then I excused myself for an hour before coming back to watch Endeavor (The Young Morse) and Person of Interest. I had to cry off the second one of the latter as it would have meant starting work again at midnight. Starting at 11.00 pm was bad enough. It’s gone midnight now, a new day and yet I’m still doing yesterday’s blog. Go figure.

Friday 14th.

I finished at about 12.30 am this morning. Mike had come in to show me a ring he liked and was still there when the blog was finished so I also brought ebay back up and showed him a few I’m looking at. He must have left about 12.50 am and I got into bed to read. The light went pout at 1.45 am and I don’t think it was long before sleep claimed me. Just as well really as I must have had the top layer of skin from my itching legs under my skin at that point. I woke at 5.03 am and switched the computer on as I passed by heading for the loo. Once back I signed into my mail. I was working well when I heard a noise at 5.30 am. I went out and found Mike had gone to the loo and was fast asleep and snoring well  sitting there with his head almost on his knee. I expressed my shock at finding him up but there was no response. I tried again with the same result but when I told him not to go to sleep there, he grunted at me and shuffled past to go back to bed.I just returned to work until 6.10 am when it was time to  take my meds and replenish the boxes for the next week. That took until 6.50 am when I returned the meds drawer and  made a coffee to bring back with me. At 7.10 am I was up to date and decided to go through to the lounge and watch TV for a while. I wasn’t sure what to do about Mike after knowing he had a late night so I waited until 9.00 am before taking a coffee through and letting him know it was time to shake a leg. He didn’t. I passed his room ten minutes later and just shouted through to say the coffee was cold. That shifted him. I carried on my way to get dressed.

While in my room I just did a little more catching up before joining Mike in the lounge. His face was bleeding slightly and he wasn’t sure how he’d done it. Personally I think he’d been slapping his face to wake up when one of his knuckleduster rings had slipped round. He’s got so many rings on hid fingers I’m checking to see if he’s got bells on his toes. Never mind that talk about pots and kettles Michael, these are intelligent people and not interested in your cookware preferences. It was gone 10.00 pm when he left and the mood wasn’t great as he’d received a phone call regarding the new flat for his dad. The decorator is ready to start but can’t until  the electricians have finished. Trouble is they’ve been twice on the warden’s day off to collect keys despite being told what days to come and they’ve just left when she hasn’t been there. Mike has to try and get them back today and finished so the painter can go in tomorrow. That meant he  was late seeing his dad and may be late back tonight.

I made myself sweet potato mash with sausages for lunch and topped it off with baked beans. Glorious. Especially today when I don’t think it’s stopped raining yet. They forecast rain and possible floods for the end of the week so I’m thinking I might need the ark to stop by and collect me. Actually I’m halfway up a hill so I should be OK. After Bargain Hunt was over, and you’ll be shocked to learn I stayed awake for the auction, I returned to work for the afternoon. At 4.30 pm I came away from the computer to start the evening programmes. Antique show, quiz, quiz, then Mike sent a text to say he was on his way back so I expected him around 7.30 pm. Then it was another quiz followed by two episodes of MASH. Mike arrived home in between the two. I made him a coffee and sat with him to see how his day had been. He’d almost had to pull over on the way home with a migraine. I went for a shower at 8.00 pm and left him trying for another ring on ebay. It’s quite worrying as he’s already got more rings than fingers……….if he’s only got ten fingers that is. He was still on there when I finished the shower but he’d lost that particular ring as the price had gone up alarmingly at the end. We watched ‘Would I Lie To You’ then Ripper Street before I took my meds at 10.00 pm and came through to work before bed. I really shouldn’t  have been away so long, the post was heavy. I must say though I was getting plenty of laughs from responses to the extra post I did today. I started the blog at 11.00 pm.

Claiming New Territory.

Claiming New Territory.

Some days you're up........

Some days you’re up……..

Saturday 15th.

4.27 am this morning and the world looked grim. Gone are the bright mornings and the nights are starting to draw in too. Any earlier and I would have had to resort to turning lights on. The one good thing is that the rain appears to have stopped. Once I’d visited the loo I came back and turned the computer on. It wasn’t too long before I was in amongst all the messages and posts from last night. I’m sure you lot are nocturnal. At 6.15 am I broke off to take my meds and make myself a coffee but more importantly to boil the kettle ready for Mike’s 6.30 am alarm. Actually I timed it so that I got the coffee in first and brought his consciousness top the surface in time for the first alarm to go off. In both instances the result was the same , an acknowledging grunt followed by turning over and going back to sleep. I had things to do just then like empty the bins and take the food waste outside. All the recycling bags had to go out too. When I got back in Mike showed the true spoilsport spirit by getting out of bed on his second alarm. A-2 C-1. I can’t really invent something to crank the scores up as that’s what he predicted I’d do. I got dressed and went through to irritate Mike for spoiling my fun but I ended up feeling guilty because his stomach was a bit off colour.

We left the house just before 7.30 am and were in the Supermarket by 7.45 am. I picked up cash while Mike got a trolley then we made a start. First thing kids clothes as there was a sale on. Then flowers for Julia. We’ve sort of gone for a mauve , purple theme for her this week. Calamine lotion was next to see if I can end this interminable itching on my legs both of which are painful to the touch now. I’m pretty sure I have cellulitis in them both now. Not just old lady ankles any more. Mike’s stomach being off he had to depart at the run leaving me in the shop talking to myself. I did manage to get through the tills on my own except for some reason they expected me to stop half way and pay. Such spoilsports today. Mike came back just as I had finished there and we went for coffee. From there out to the car to pack the bags away and to have a smoke while discussing the next leg of the journey. We went straight to Flint and got the odds and sods I still needed then went to visit out friends in Temptations. As we left there we decided just to bring the shopping home and unpack.

On the shopping was stored away I expected we’d go for lunch but instead Mike started fixing my new doorbell which I’d bought from ebay this week. It sounded great as long as it wasn’t too close. There was a discussion as to what to do with the day and it was thought best we went to Rhyl and let Mike trawl round the second hand jewellers for the ring he wants. Something with a blue topaz, his birthstone. He particularly wants London blue. We had no luck for him but in one place I fell in love and acted very impulsively and treated myself. He wasn’t too  chuffed with that. I suggested he find the stone he wants and apply it to a ring he has where the stone has been lost. That would be much less expensive. After a very long slog it was time to come home. We’d been out from 7.30 am and wouldn’t be in until 4.15 pm. I was already wondering how bad the post would be. It was less than I thought, bad rather than disastrous. I ploughed straight in and left Mike in the lounge. When I stuck my head in there he was snoring for Britain and didn’t hear me giving Joey some millet or nattering to him.

Mike woke at 6.00 pm and I was back in the lounge then. We had a cake and watched a bit of TV till 9.00 pm when I left to come back to work. I do expect to get to bed sometime tonight.

Trekker's Rest.

Trekker’s Rest.

Have a wonderful New Week full of Hugs everyone.

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Playday Editing or the wardrobe malfunction

The need for editing was driven home to me today by one letter. I had just written, I carried on my way to get dressed……… or so I thought. On re-reading it I’d written, I carried on my way to get dresses. That changed the sense of the story altogether and probably gave the reader the wrong sense of me and my wardrobe at the same time. The problem was that autocorrect doesn’t flag dresses up as it’s a real word and so the error is easy to miss.

Fellow writers. Find yourself a good editor before your reputation goes downhill as quickly as mine could have.

Playday today was brought to you by the letter S.

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YAY

The engineer came this morning and put another new box on the wall with a filter to make sure my intercom wouldn’t affect the phone or be affected by the phone line going down. I was also given a new modem.
I’m back ! No blog from last week I’m afraid and I’m afraid normal service won’t be resumed until next week. There is over 1500 pieces of post I need to go through to keep me occupied and I need to concentrate on commenting on blogs so people don’t think I’ve stopped caring.
Nice to see you all again.
Hugs as ever.

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Apologies

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.
Hugs still coming out to you daily.

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FREEDOM!! & Friday Cinderella.

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.

Monday.

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.

To eat or not to eat? Before the squiggle gets them.

To eat or not to eat? Before the squiggle gets them.

The smiley duck.

The smiley duck.

Tuesday.

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.

Pensive pose.

Pensive pose.

In control.

In control.

Wednesday.

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.

Thursday.

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.

Friday.

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,

Saturday.

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.

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#Read about Guest #Author Geoff Le Pard

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An unashamed Indie writes again. Here’s a man with humour.

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Geoff Le Pard 01The 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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Drumming the Shin Retreat & Being given the bird, by the bird.

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.

A very Joey like budgie.

A very Joey like budgie.

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

Monday.

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.

Tuesday.

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.

Wednesday.

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.

Ride my see saw.

Ride my see saw.

Racing away on my horse.

Racing away on my horse.

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.

Thursday.

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.

You didn't want your pud did you daddy?

You didn’t want your pud did you daddy?

I caught a bug at nursery.

I caught a bug at nursery.

Friday.

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.

On my Flying Saucer

On my Flying Saucer- going back to my galaxy.

Wrestling with Daddy but I still can't get his wallet.

Wrestling with Daddy but I still can’t get his wallet for Mummy.

Saturday.

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.

 

 

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Where’s a Trick Cyclist when you need one? The Hatman Cometh.

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.

Downtown train

Downtown train

Meerkat in da hood

Meerkat in da hood

Monday.

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.

Sunshine on Chester City Walls

Sunshine on Chester City Walls

Rock On.

Rock On.

Tuesday.

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.

Howdee Ma, Look, no Howdah.

Howdee Ma, Look, no Howdah.

Did he come from the white elephant stall?

Did he come from the white elephant stall?

Wednesday.

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.

Thursday.

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.

Friday.

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.

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Saturday.

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.

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