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Reuben Loses His Lunch & No Joy With The Piggies.

Sunday.Well, the rush to get the blog out last night and try to catch up on my mail meant it was a very late night. It was about 12.45 am when I went to bed determined to have at least a chapter of my book and I still hadn’t caught up. My light must have gone out about 1.15 am and Mike was still watching his TV as I co’d see the occasional flicker of the screen in the hallway. No way he’s having an early morning then.

Somehow and for some strange reason I woke at 4.11 am and confess to being more than a bit peeved. Why should I be wide awake at that time? First think I did was check the house to make sure there were no more uninvited guests. Having found only Mike but there was nothing I could do about him I booted up the computer. I worked on last night’messages and some of the mornings until about 5.50 am then suddenly knew I could go back to sleep. I wandered through to the lounge smoking a cigarette and settled in my chair. Once the cigarette was out I was soon well away and slept until 7.30 am. The fish’s light was on late last night so maybe they’ll forgive my lateness today. I can only see my red-eyed monster. No sign of the molly or the plecs though they’re the kings of camouflage anyway.The albino didn’t move as the light went on, just faced me down until I blinked and lost. During the course of the day I’ve been back and forth and seen my nemesis and seen the plecs too but of the molly and his wonderful tail, no sign.

So, knowing I still had an age there was time after taking my meds to grab a coffee to take through. It was still slow going though as interspersed between posts I just had to like were ones that needed responses, some personal mail and some responses to last night’s blog that also required a personal reply.I still hadn’t finished at 9.30 am when Mike got up unaided and I made him a drink. I gave him two minutes to come round before I reminded him we had jobs on the cards today. First off I went and dressed in a pirate costume and sat a pink rubber duck on my shoulder. It was Mike’s job to photograph this. Don’t ask! Next up was hanging some more photographs in the rogue’s gallery. Space it at a premium now but we figure maybe, with some jiggery-pokery we can get 4 more small ones up. Lucky for him I don’t have 4 more small frames at the moment. Thirdly was to try and complete the insurance claim form. I’m sure there must be an art to it and that I’m colour blind as far as it’s concerned. Much of what went is not new and I have no receipts for them and so far I’ve been trawling ebay to find the cost of replacements. Some are about the same. But I can’t say where a piece was bought or how much it cost if it was inherited or why I know the price of a watch bought in the US but don’t have a receipt as it was years ago and a gift. Because my hand was shaking Mike did the writing and the crossing out and alterations. We can only see what happens but I don’t expect too much sympathy from an Insurance company.

Finishing the form to the best of our ability took till 12.30 pm so time for lunch. We went to The Ivy where I was really please to see Shella wearing her birthday bracelet. At least I know it wasn’t a mistake now. I wonder why she wasn’t wearing her bunch of flowers too? Rob was there looking slightly delicate. Angie looked and sounded fine as Mike kept reminding her. Gum boil/ mouth ulcer playing up again I had another omelette and Mike decided on the same. Tariq came to say hello to us and went away to do the cooking as Shella was talking to her father before he traveled home after the party.The place was steady rather than busy today. Not too much rush. It was starting to ease up a lot by the time Mike and I were finishing our meal. I paid and we said goodbye to Angie, Mike offering a lot more tongue than me when it came to kissing. We were just about to go out the front door when Tariq came to say goodbye and walk us to the car. In the car park ensued one of the nicest but strangest conversations ever. A failed Muslim, a failed Jew and a failed Christian  hugging and talking about how easy it could be for the world to get on and how that’s what we all want. A real summit conference of the car park world. After over half an hour Shella came looking for Tariq and led him back to work. Mike and I continued home where I expected to attack the emails once more. What is it they say about men planning and God’s laughing?

Once in the house Mike suggested (firmly) we should do another job and put it off no longer. He’d stay o with me a while so it could be done. I have a step chest with 6 long drawers surrounding a deep cupboard. The drawers are all for CD’S and apart from one are full. The double doored cupboard is full of CD’s two deep and two layered. That’s a lot of CD’s. I needed to clear Ju’s out to create more space for DVD’s I’ve got hanging about that I’ve never watched. It took a long time to create three piles. Mine, Charity shop and those Mike wanted. He stayed with me till about 4.30 pm then headed for home. I came straight to the computer and apart from half an hour for tea have worked solidly to get up to date. I’m getting there now. Time now for a short read before sleep and tomorrow’s battles.

In the meantime I wish you all a Wonderful New Week and leave you with a picture Yvonne sent me this evening.

Reuben pool

 

Monday. it was a 4.11 am start to what is probably the most boring post in the world. I was still tired but couldn’t get back to sleep. and nor was I ready to hit the messages after the pressure of the last couple of days. I sat in the lounge skimming through a couple of catalogues instead. If I was hoping for Divine inspiration for Christmas I was out of luck. The gods were still abed. Knowing what’s good for me I went through to the kitchen at 7.00 am. The cory has moved to a different position now. He’s still out and still watching me but I must accept that the molly is gone though I see no trace of a body. I hope the cory isn’t watching me and blaming me for this since I dropped nothing on the molly and always made sure he was fed flake as the others food was not for him. I suppose it is possible that the molly made a break for freedom and may even be the cory’s agent out here.But, he was an old man and as I’m oft reminded, old men die.I know they mean me from the shiver down my spine but I just don’t know how they’ll do it yet.

After following the usual routine I took my coffee through and turned the computer on ( if only it worked with women). There was a lot of post and with just interruptions to get washed and dressed I was there all morning except when there was a knock on the door at 10.40 am and I found two Jehovah’s Witnesses on the step. Indicating I couldn’t speak to them (which was true), I had to close the door . At 11.55 am I’d just about got my head above water and went through for lunch. A lamb  shank, soft potatoes and some soft veg as my mouth is still very sore. I saw most of my antiques programme , washed the pots and then promptly fell asleep in my chair till 2.00 pm (ish). When I woke I noticed the insurance claim Mike and I had been doing yesterday. I went to check if the police  woman had answered the =questions I needed but no joy so adding a note for them to contact her direct I put it in an envelope, got my shoes on and walked to the post office to send it recorded delivery. I don’t want any “Sorry, we haven’t received it, or can’t find it” messages. That done I came and worked through until 5.00 pm and stayed away until 8.30 pm watching an assortment of quizzes and antique shows. By the time I got back there had been a new flurry of activity which had filled my box to overflowing so it was back to work again. There have been some enjoyable distractions on people’s blogs including a quiz which shows basically how much of an impression you make or rather how confident you are in yourself. I’m afraid I scored a paltry two points which basically means I’m a figment of my own imagination. For anyone who likes to try these quizzes you’ll find this one here  http://psychcentral.com/quizzes/narcissistic.htm . Blame Seumas or Jane as I got it from them.

Right. Nearly time for me to try a little read. Cross your fingers as I hope to go out tomorrow so I need both courage and good weather.

Tuesday. 4.57 am and an unbroken night to which my bladder would attest. It felt like twenty minutes later before I could breathe a sigh of relief and come back to turn on the computer but according to the clock it was just 3 minutes. There was enough mail that I thought I could clear it before going out, and that gave me hope that I was actually going to go out. Not the kind of mail to make me panic. I worked till 6.00 am then decided to do the fish early and take my meds but had to decide against breakfast or toast   anyway because of my mouth. I went and rinsed with my special ‘Russian mouthwash’ which didn’t help the taste of my coffee too much. As I got back to my desk a new influx of mail had appeared so I decided to go about things a different way. I deleted all the ones I knew I didn’t need to answer or comment on like the constant adverts we get bombarded with. That made me feel much better and the mailbox looked much less threatening. At 7.00 am I got ready to go out and then just filled in the last minutes before I left with anything personal.

When I stepped out of the house at 7.30 am I could see it was shaping up to be a beautiful day which belied the fact that Summer has gone now and Autumn has been showing signs of an approach. My honeysuckle has berries on though it hasn’t flowered at all. The bus pulled in at the stop before I got there but it waited and I was able to settle myself before the driver pulled out. As usual I spent most of the journey with my eyes closed. We got into Chester about 8.45 am and I walked slowly towards the cafe because I knew they weren’t there yet. It gave me chance to pause for breath and study the shop windows as I went. I arrived on time and found seats for us and Yvonne arrived with Reuben just a couple of minutes later. She went up to order the drinks and some toast while I got Reuben out of his buggy. There were no shortage of smiles though I did also get told a story. Pity he can’t speak yet.

After the story.

After the story. The End!

Yvonne had got mile to do some Weetabix for Reuben but had also ordered toast and jam for all of us. I was very wary but it did look soft so I tried a piece. I survived. When we finished we took a stroll to the Edinburgh Wool Shop which has a sale but still remains expensive so we didn’t buy anything. Then we took a walk through the Grosvenor Precinct and had a look at my shop that does great gifts and frames. Again we bought nothing. I know, you’re all incredulous now aren’t you, mouths open wide in shock. From there we went to look at getting some things Reuben needed. I was allowed to buy something there and then downstairs I was even allowed to buy Yvonne a dress ( only because it was in the sale).

It was getting on for lunchtime by now but I still needed some bread and sweet potatoes so we decided to do that and then go to the restaurant we’d gone to last time. The shopping went well and the young lady on the till colluded with me to pay for Yvonne’s shopping to. It’s great getting one over on the stroppy beggar. When we went out to the restaurant it had closed again. Honestly, nothing to do with our last visit. So, it was back to our old standby the British Home Stores. I managed to eat something soft and Reuben slept through most of it. When he did wake Yvonne had eaten his chips ( what kind of a mother does that I ask you?) so we fed him some cheese, special crackers and some ham ( which he wouldn’t touch) which he ate sitting on my knee and was very tidy for once.

Outside we said our goodbyes and Yvonne showed me another was to my bus stop.(I won’t be listening to her again, I should remember she has no sense of direction). I caught the 2.00 pm bus and was home just gone 3.00 pm where it was straight back into work again until 5.15 pm. I returned to my room again at 8.00 pm and found a message from MuJo asking if I’m in tomorrow for a visit. I’m almost up to date with the mail but I wanted to get the blog done before I finish for the night.

Wednesday. Last night I didn’t sleep as well as I’d hoped and ended up getting up at 3.17 am. By 6.00 am I was pretty much up to date with the mail but reaching that point where every ten seconds I realised I’d just fallen asleep and wasn’t at all sure what I’d written. Plus my neck hurt from my head falling forward. Rather than go any further I decided to go through to the lounge and park my bum in my chair for half an hour. Rather than half an hour I zonked for just over an hour and woke at 7.07 am and flew into the kitchen to turn the tank lights on. Since the albino didn’t react to my being a few minutes late I’ve decided he’s in mourning for the molly. That’s not to say he’ll let the occasion slip his mind altogether. I can see the plecs grazing like cows along the glass walls of the tank. They’re very placid and I wonder if the albino treats them like cows and herds them. I can’t see him sitting down to a glass of milk somehow.

In view of MuJo coming I decided I’d better have breakfast today so I was fortified. I decided to toast a bap, but these are not my usual baps and I’ve not tried them toasted before. It turned out they tasted quite pleasant but they are so heavy. A very concentrated grain and even the butter is having a job penetrating. I’d cut the bap in half to toast it and then cut each half into two leaving me with four quarters of butter laden toast. I could only eat three of the four before I’d had enough. Still, that was one session of my diabetic tabs taken.

After breakfast I took my coffee through and after getting washed and dressed made myself concentrate on getting rid of the mail before MuJo arrived, probably about 10.45 am. I was doing reasonably well when the door opened at 10.00 am and there they were, early. Leaving the rest of the mail I went through t see to drinks, Muriel’s J2O and a glass of sugar free pop for John instead of a coffee.We chatted about our week. The problems they’re having with worrying about  a daughter who’s ill and going into hospital in Liverpool on 18th. We talked about new beds as they still need one and John has a fancy for a four poster, last week I’d shown him the ones available of Ebay. Today I showed them some catalogue pictures of some ordinary ones available. I showed Muriel my bargain bedding Duvet buy after paying a lot more for a single. About 11.10 am Juhn suggested we went off to lunch and they seem to have taken this new place to heart as he wanted to go there again. Before we left a delivery arrived which was a Pratchett book (Eric) I’d got on Ebay because I can’t find my copy, and a Fossil watch to replace the stolen one. Similar in shape is about the best you can say but it’s a nice watch and just needs a battery apparently.

We arrived in town and parked up. I went to get some cash from the machine as it’s my turn to pay. One thing I will say for this new (to us) cafe is that it’s cheap. Three meals and three drinks all for less than £15.00.  I leave a tip for the meals being hot and quick but it’s unlikely this will be on my chocolates for the staff list as they’re just not friendly, not warm, not welcoming. Typically when we were sitting with our drinks I found I’d forgotten my pre and post food tablets. I’d filled the container at home and left it there. I’ll be OK as long as I have some tea. When we left the cafe John wanted to look in Charity shops. It seemed a good time to see if I could find a new silver piggy bank, who knows maybe I’ll even run across my own somewhere. No joy at all. Banks I can find no problem but piggies, just not about.

We got back in the car and headed for Flint. I’d been sensible and brought chocolates guessing we’d end up at Temptations. That’s where we started today with Muriel and I having coffees ( oh why didn’t I get my loyalty card stamped?) and John having a cold drink and a cake. It was too busy to say more than hello to the girls.                                      After the drinks we started to wander round the shops. Partly still looking for a piggy bank and partly so MuJo could find Christmas presents. She found on for Reuben that will keep Yvonne and Ugo on their toes as it’s a drum with various other (noisy) musical instruments. Eventually we’d had enough. John was having to rest more often and poor Mu’s leg had given up the ghost. We repaired back to my place where  half a tub each of Thornton’s Chocolate ice-cream soon  made them feel better. It was 4.15 pm when they left and I waved them off. Back inside to get at the mail before anyone arrives to play cards. I had time to make a slight dent in it bringing it down to about 100 when Dil arrived at 5.30 pm. Matthew was on a junket from School and was on his way to Cardiff. Lee texted to say he couldn’t make it because of pressure of work. It was to be brother v brother. We had 6 games of Yahtzee out of which I won the first 5 though the last game Dil won he did so convincingly with two Yahtzees. Then I set up for Nomination Whist which I won with a lot of luck. Finally we had cribbage. I took the first game, Dil took the second. We had to have a decider so being very careful what we put in our opponents ‘box’ the game began. Dil scored a 24 hand (2×8, 2×7 with a six turn up), I scored a 20(2×8,  1×7, 1×6  with the 6 turn up) And so it went on with us both trying to peg (score from lay-down play) as much as possible, but he defeated me. At 9.40 pm he left to go home and get his dinner. I washed the pots and tidied up before coming through to see how bad things were. They were bad and I knew it was going to be a long night. Midnight came and went before I was at an end which only left the blog. So really, this Wednesday blog was written on Thursday.

I asked a friend if there was any music she’d like to see on here.She asked for either Fleetwood Mac who I’m sure I had recently or Kate Bush who hasn’t appeared before So Kim, this is just for yo. I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to make suggestions for artists or even specific songs you’d like to hear.

Thursday.Last night being so late you’ll hardly be surprised when I tell you I didn’t shift this morning until 6.46 am. Even then, it only equated to just over four hours sleep. For some reason I’m still tired,  but hey, my watch box is being delivered later so who cares.As my first stop is usually the loo I just continued in that direction afterwards and saw to the fish tank.The albino was looking in my direction as I approached but as soon as the light was on he turned his back on me. I don’t know how he got to be so rude. I fed them and turned in the direction of my coffee machine. Before I made one I took my tabs with milk and used the remainder for my coffee. I had a nice medium roast this morning. I checked the lottery and when I found I wouldn’t be employing a little nymphet to dress me each day break I thought I’d better do it myself. A soon as 9.00 am rolled round I strolled in the sunshine as far as Pauline’s to get the new lottery tickets that may solve my staffing problems.

Back at home I went online to see whether my watch box had been allocated to a courier on the Yodel site, it had. Sometime today I had a treat in store for me. In the meantime the postman ( not my pal Darren) delivered a letter from the Insurance company. I had to laugh a little bit when I read- We have attempted to contact you ,but without success. Bearing in mind the claim only went in this week and they don’t have a telephone number I’d say their attempt has met with success. Unless of course they’ve had a team of jungle trackers out looking for me. Since I’m not in the jungle I can understand their disappointment. Still, it hasn’t exactly taken a long time for the Post Office to get a letter to me. What they’re after of course is a telephone number. I emailed them explaining I’m not able to use the phone and askinmg them to speak to Mike who after all was a witness at the event and able to speak whereas I couldn’t. I’d texted Mike to see if he was free to ring, he was. A short time later I had a text back to say whoever he’d spoken to at first had been most unhelpful ( just what I expected from an Insurance Company) then he’d spoken to the boss who said If I wrote in and asked them to speak to Mike on my behalf, she could use my signature to do so. She also allowed I could fax or email a copy of the letter to them. That’s what I did  and also explained I was happy to deal with any email queries they may have that Mike couldn’t answer. That’s where I left it and don’t know whether they’ve been in touch with him during this afternoon.

I worked until lunchtime then pigged out on a joint of beef, sweet potato mash an some mixed veg. I think the new French housemaid must have drawn the curtains because somehow I missed the end of my antiques programme again.  The auction at the end is always the bit I enjoy most so why do I keep missing it? Must be some deep seated psychological fear of the gavel perhaps.I was fully awake as I returned to my desk and started in on the mail again. Not too much had come in while I was away so I actually got to level pegging pretty quickly. Just in time in fact for me to see the delivery van arrive and the man walking down the path with a parcel. It’s getting to be just like Christmas. I thanked him (stutteringly) ( when I don’t know them I let them deliver to my neighbour and have a little ticket on the door sometimes to say so) and carried the box through to the lounge. I taunted myself by watching a quiz on TV so I couldn’t open it. The moment the credits rolled I was on it . It’s really nice, a black lacquered wood with a slightly rounded lid into which glass is set so I can view the watches inside. I paid for my impatience with another catch up on the email.

At 5.15 pm I called a halt and went to watch ‘Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is’ which is another of my antique shows. This one pits experts against each other- using their own money- at a car boot sale, antiques fair, auction and foreign Antiques Market. Oh how I’d like to be one of them.At the end of the week they have to sell two items bought from each of the previous venues, at auction and make a profit. Not an easy thing given the vagaries of different auctions. I watched two quizzes, well Ok, one and a half before the maid closed the curtains again. When they were opened I’d missed the last ten minutes of the second quiz and there was a new programme just starting. Since it wasn’t hat I expected I was about to go back to my room when I realised it was something I’ve seen advertised a few times recently. Invictus. Like the paralympics but for servicemen. All those poor souls who’ve lost a limb -or more- on the field of battle. The bravery of people who come back from injuries like this astounds me, that’s service and civilian alike. To recover from such life threatening disabilities with such determination is astounding. Of course I couldn’t move from the screen until it was over. Mike texted and said he has to go to his Dad’s tomorrow so he’s coming here tonight about midnight to break the journey. I’d better make sure I’m up to date by then so I can make the coffee.

Me and my duck . "Pieces of bread, pieces of bread."

Me and my duck . “Pieces of bread, pieces of bread.”

Friday. Mike arrived about midnight as expected and after I’d made him a drink we spent almost an hour nattering before going to bed to read. I’m not sure what time I went to sleep but at about 2.45 am I thought I heard a noise and got up to investigate. Nothing, back to bed and settle down. I woke up again at 03.05 am hearing another noise. Accompanied by my trusty walking stick I checked the lounge and the kitchen before deciding  not to have cheese and onion crisps for supper again. I was just passing Mike’s door when a little voiced called out “Is that you?” as though a bogey man would answer “Yes, go back to sleep.” ” Sorry” said the little voice, “I went to the loo and bumped the candle stand.” I breathed a sigh of relief, told Mike it was OK and to go back to sleep and went back to my bed to try again. I didn’t move again until 6.27 am. Rather than mess about I turned the computer on and and as it loaded I went to feed the fish early and take my tabs. They were the last in the container and I must refill today.

I worked on emails until about 8.50 am then went to turn the kettle on and put the makings in Mike’s mug. I expect he’s set the alarm for 9.00 am since I heard nothing at 8.00 am or 8.30 am. I was right, at 9.00 am it rang, and rang, and rang before finally being turned off. So he’s alive then. I know we haven’t anything urgent on this morning except to exchange the laptop bought last weekend since it doesn’t have a CD Drive. Mike’s Dad needs one that can take a disc. I thought I’d leave the drink for a few more minutes to give him chance to come round. What an eejit I am.The alarm didn’t repeat at 9.30 am which meant he’d turned it off altogether and by 9.40 am he still hadn’t moved so I boiled the kettle again and took his drink through. When I told him the time his response was that his alarm mustn’t have gone off. It was almost 11.00 am before we left the house to make the trip to Flint. After the exchange had been done for a different model than the one wanted which wasn’t in stock we nipped to the frozen food store for choc ices then had to come home without even a coffee for our trouble. As Mike is supposed to be 60 or so miles away by 2.00 pm and it was now midday I made lunch, gammon steaks, boiled potatoes and peas so that he could get away sharpish. Once he’d gone I concentrated on my work for a few hours even foregoing my afternoon kip.

At 5.15 pm I knocked off to watch my programme then at 6.30 pm went for a shower so I’d be free to watch Mastermind. No message off Mike to say when he’s coming back. But he arrived about 7.45 pm and I found my phone had no signal.Damn, too late, I’d already been sarky about him not texting and I had to apologise. We watched the wheelchai Rugby on he Invicta games and saw GB triumph over the USA in the final, it was very close, one point only in it. We saw Would I Lie To You and then at 9.00 pm I said goodbye as I came through to catch up. I’m not doing too badly.

We have an odd morning tomorrow and I’ll have to shout  louder to get Mike up. I need to go shopping but the extra shops and the coffee won’t happen as he has an appointment with the Police at 10.30 in Flint to do the facial e-fit of the burglar. They say it could take two hours! He’s had a phone call from the agents for the insurers rabbiting about receipts and photographs of me with things and they don’t like being told I don’t have receipts as things are inherited or gifts or just not new. Luckily I found a photo of me wearing the watch chain, a photo of me wearing the watch and I have the box for the tablet. They’re sending a loss adjuster next Friday so Mike will have to try and come on the Thursday night again.

Saturday. It was a 5.25 am morning but it was still quite dark and I was reluctant to get up.  But, if I didn’t, bang goes my opportunity and excuse to be a smug git when I accuse Mike of being a lay abed. So I swung my legs out, turned the computer on and went for a wee. With a smile of utter relief on my face I came back and logged into my emails. 103 waiting on the main one but just a couple on the other.I made a start. It wasn’t a good idea to throw the computer through my window as it would negate all the good work done with alarms etc. I decided to calm down instead and just relegate Gypsy Seer Tara who knows all, to my trash box. I couldn’t help but wonder if she’s also Granny Annie in another incarnation or any of the others who plague me. Maybe she’s even Nigerian and a male? 

The mail was going down quite well as there was a fair amount of unwanted  stuff so after answering one reasonable long message I felt OK about shuffling off to the kitchen to feed the fish. It was 6.30 am and I saw the flash of whitye as I turned the light on. What looked like a conference in centre tank broke up rapidly and my albino was in a corner facing in just whistling Dixie and trying to act nonchalant.I wasn’t buying it. The three plecs were casually heading off in different directions. I feel like I’ve just walked in on a meeting of the committee for The Great Escape. I took my meds to make sure I wouldn’t be paranoid and made myself a coffee. I put the stuff in Mike’s mug and turned the kettle on. There was time to do a few more mails before his alarm went off. at 7.00 m dead on, the alarm went off. I legged it back to the kitchen and flicked the kettle switch aiming to get a drink into the bedroom before he could go back to sleep. A whippet I’m not. By the time I got there he was gone. But with my usual subtlety I raised my megaphone and called “Coffee’s up bro.” which elicited a grudging response.

I returned to the mail expecting to have to go through again in 15 minutes but as the alarm rang, it was turned off almost straight away and I heard him get out of bed. Once I’d recovered from the shock I went through to the lounge to wish him good morning and then to start getting the rubbish together for collection. By the time everything was outside Mike had washed and was getting dressed. We left the house at 7.45 am and were at the supermarket 20 mins later. We bought a few things before reaching the section where the vacuum cleaners were on sale. Disaster!! The one I wanted wasn’t there. Mike stuffed a bunch of flowers under my nose to revive me and fanned me with a copy of the Daily Mail.  The man who’d been reading it looked a little shocked. “Let’s go to the electrical section before you panic” he said.Thinking it a good idea I followed him, first making a detour while he looked for a toolbox/ toolbag. No joy. At the electrical section they did have some vacuum cleaners and we shoved one in the basket. There’s not much room for food now but who needs to eat? We picked up the few other items I needed like milk ( Mike’s like a wild bear without his coffee) and headed for the till. I nearly dies when I got the bill until I remembered what I’d just bought. That poor fella behind us in the queue ran off when he saw mike eyeing up the Daily Mail again in case I fainted.

We headed for the cigarette queue ‘cos it’s been said holding burning paper under your nose stops you from fainting. Must explain why I’m usually OK. We drove to Flint and called for a very quick drink at Temptations. It was a shock when we got there to see Daniel coming out ( the previous manager and a nice bloke). We haven’t seen him since he left. The day we went to take a Good Luck bottle of plonk to his new job he was on a day off…typical. Ceri was in and we had a giggle with her as she’d been out the previous night with Scott who was finishing today and with Trudy, and he hadn’t turned up for work this morning. Mike had a lot of fun making insinuations as to what the girls had done to him. After coffee it was time to dash home and put the shopping away. Soon enough it was time to wish Mike good luck as he left for his session with the police artist to make a reconstruction of the thieving little bar steward who’d walked into is bedroom. He left here at 10.00 am and returned again at 1.00 pm. In that time I’d managed to get the old hoover into the loft ( he made me pay for that) and had made decent inroads into my mail, but still hadn’t managed to finish it.

We left to go for lunch and remembered the chocolates this week. It was very busy when we got there but lucky for us our favourite table was free. Maybe they’d had the reserved sign up . I we got a kiss from Angie for the chocolates but I’m going to have to train Rob in the habit of Hugs. Of Tariq there was no sign. On the menu was a dish called an everything bagel with creamed cheese. Mike wondered what it was and Rob said he’d ask. A few moments later he returned and said Tariq would come out and explain. Instead it was Shella who came. Mike and I laughed and joked that after gassing so long in the car park with us last week he’s not allowed near us anymore. He can’t come out to play with his friends. As it happened, and worryingly, he’d suffered some severe palpatations  just before coming through and been forced to sit down or fall down. After we’d ordered and gone outside for a smoke he came through to say he felt better but it is worrying. We had a great meal ( No, I’m not confessing what I had) and before we left Tariq showed me a new press and dye sublimation printer he’s bought. He also presented us with a letter opener each. He’s such a generous person We came home and Mike allowed me to work for a couple of hours on my mail before calling me through for a celebrity Mastermind. I stayed with him until 9.00 pm and despite griping he understood that I needed to get as much mail as possible out of the way as well as do the blog.

That’s it for another week. I hope your week has been good and that the next one is Fantastic. Hugs to all.

 

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Father’s Day & Peaks and Troughs

Sunday. What a cracking day! The sun was shining when I got up this morning like someone had forgotten to turn it off yesterday. The fish were talking to me, no unnecessary messages ( more on that subject later) , and the butter on my toast was just right. After breakfast I changed my bed, unfortunately they told me I could only exchange it for another bed but hey ho, you win some you lose some. So I put clean bedding on instead. I’d bought a new sooper-dooper mattress protector which I hope will hold my memory foam mattress topper in place for a while as the damned think keeps creasing and can be very uncomfortable.

After the obligatory half hour getting my breath back I went and got washed and dressed. Maroon jeans, different maroon shirt and a third maroon coloured desert boots. I bet you never thought there were so many different maroons in the world, well wait for it, I have another shirt which is also maroon and is different to them all. Still it gave me a bit of colour. I worked on mail for most of the morning. About 11.00 am I had a message from Yvonne to say they were running a little late due to car problems and would be there about half past. Sure enough they arrived about then and I carried the bags out to the car ready to go for lunch. Reuben was fast asleep in his seat, I really don’t think people should drive like that. We got there about 11.45 am and found my nieces sitting inside waiting. I couldn’t take my usual seats today as there were soo many of us and my usual place in for four. Still we were nicely placed and ha tables pushed together. I handed Karen and Jo the gifts I had for them and then excused myself to take sweets to Tariq for all the staff. It was an excuse to give him some money too and ask him not to allow any of the others to pay.

Coming back to my seat Karen and Jo handed me a bag which had a wonderful card in and a lovely checked shirt of a style I like.  They’re amazing but never listen when I tell them s to stop wasting their money. Yvonne also handed a bag over in which there was  a beautifully worded card, a nice triple photo frame and a wooden wall plaque, faded like driftwood with some very complimentary things written on it. I thought we’d done but no, Ugo moved another bag near which had a sleeveless lightweight cardie, socks, welsh tea bags, another shirt ( posh) and a new backpack. This was worse than Christmas, though actually knowing my daughter it wasn’t. I took Reuben on my knee before the girls kidnapped him and amid the biggest smiles and giggles he could muster he tried to get my beard off to try it on. Once I tired I played pass the parcel and gave him o Jo while I went and ordered drinks. Tariq brought them pretty quickly. I was disappointed to see that the sunshine had kept many people away today and he wasn’t too busy.

After a time I borrowed a pad from Tariq and Jo wrote the meal order. As I handed it over I went outside for a cigarette and Jo joined me. There, I bet you didn’t know I was coming apart did you. The warmth outside was great on these old bones and I felt OK too. We went back in and the meal wasn’t too long in coming. It was as nice as always. Afterwards Karen and Yvonne had pudding while some had more drinks. On the pretext of going for another cigarette  I asked Tariq to work out if I owed any more and went through the usual song and dance of him wanting me to take money back. ” I don’t want to make money off a friend” says he. “Well, I don’t want to take advantage of a friend” sez I. I ended up taking half of what he offered back which still grated on me. I don’t want him to go kaput. Where would I eat then?

Before he eventually threw us out we left intending to nip to Abakhan to pick up some crafting stuff for Karen and as they hadn’t seen the great changed wrought in heir long absence we decided to have a drink too. There was a lovely little playground there for Reuben too. Soon enough it was time to go our separate ways so it was hugs and kisses for Karen and Jo as they left. Ugo was dropping me at home, picking up Reuben’s tent etc and going shopping ( at almost 4.00pm on a Sunday they’ll be lucky). As soon as I’d waved them off it was in here to catch up on mail. While we’d been out the subject had come up of messages being sent on Fb which you never saw if you hadn’t had dealing with that person before. That made no sense to me. Why would Fb not let you see a message you’ve received? Anyway, one of my friends mentioned she’d sent me a message so I went to Fb to look. I found nothing. Eventually I came across the ‘Other’ box and opened it. Shock, horror. There was nothing from my friend on there but there were some messages that I hadn’t seen that people must have thought I was awfully ignorant for not answering. There were absolutely tons of messages from laydeez wanting to be my ‘Friend’ though which I was glad I’d never seen.

Well, I’ve been at it fairly constantly since I came in and there’s nor sign of it slowing down. So, one last sally and then I’m calling it a night ( which it is anyway).  I wish you all a wonderful new week.

With Auntie Karen.

With Auntie Karen.

With Auntie Jo

With Auntie Jo

These were colour pictures until Yvonne played with a phone app. I think they came out well.

Monday. A most extraordinary night playing yo-yo’s meant it was 5.00 am before I got up. I turned the power on the computer as I passed by to pass water. I mention this only to prove I’m not a ghost yet since it’s common knowledge ghosts can’t pass over water. Those people who supposedly took a day off yesterday for Fathers Day have been hyper-active overnight though it seems that only 2 scammer have fathers. I can understand that as I’ve often thought most of them served drinks, ie were bar stewards. One was back to tempting me to try to log in with Santander while the other suggested my Talktalk phone bill hasn’t been paid. Tough luck guys !

After a staring competition with one of the bull nose plecs, Yeah, he knows who the boss is now. HIM. I had breakfast then for some strange reason, because the post was almost up to date, I went through to try and make a space in the big bedroom for the new bookcase when/if it gets here tomorrow. I had to move a lot of pictures and some of my certificates, great pendulous wax seals still intact. It made me laugh when I realised where these will have to go….up in the loft that we tidied so well. At least I know I have to go up there to get some of my books down.Then I had to move all Ju’s craft drawers then a chest of drawers and voila the space is there. No heart attack either. I got washed and dressed but there was a knock on the door as I was trying to get my second leg in my jeans. I had to hop and pull at the same time. I made it and there was the delivery man from the chemist with the next missing thing from my prescription. I’ve not had a new prescription delivered either for me to do my next request so I’ll have to ask the chemist to print me one off. I’m beginning to wish I lived nearer town where there are more Chemist shops to choose from. I’d just taken the medication through to the kirchen when there was another knock. This time it was the postman bearing my new Scrabble game. I thanked him and went through to the bedroom to check it out before giving feedback on ebay. The game is very tidy . The board is a similar size but coloured differently.  I think there are less double word scores but now there are squares where if you place a word over them you get to pick a card which allows you to do something the normal game wouldn’t allow. Like putting a word anywhere so it doesn’t even have to touch another word. It says the cards are discarded once used and there aren’t many cards so I’ll have to check to see if they go back for other players to use or if once they’re gone, they’re gone. I shall report on the Wednesday game.

Lots of mail today and lots of blog posts to tweet and/or comment on. It kept me busy all morning so that when I went for lunch ( full of green and red stuff) I was still not clear. I watched a film during lunch and stayed till the end. So, at 2.00 pm when I went back to the computer, there was all the unfinished mail and a new batch too which was in the 70’s. That was my afternoon occupied. I had a while away between 5.30 pm and 8.00 pm before coming through to do the final battles of the day. I’m not sure of any reason to rush since I’m not actually enjoying the book I’ve just started. One of the old Flashman books. Tonight may find me changing to a different book which is rare. I usually finish what I start.

Yvonne found some more ways of manipulating photographs through an app on her phone………….

Global

Global

Sketchbook pics

Sketchbook pics

Sketchy

Sketchy

Teacup Love

Teacup Love

 

 

 

Tuesday. It’s been a funny old day. Peaks and troughs, Ups and downs. I was up before 5.00 am and attacking the mail of which there was lots but only two silly ones. A last attempt ( I hope) for somebody to convince me they’re a bank and yet another woman with more money than sense who wants to settle it on me to disburse to charity when she most unfortunately pops her clogs. She’s heard of me through a friend but doesn’t tell me who of course. Why doesn’t she just write cheques for her favorite charities now while she can? They must think I was born gullible and just yesterday. I knocked off at 7.00 am for my daily confrontation with the fish, I swear they were all lined up near the front waiting. I must have disturbed a Union meeting when I put the light on. The way that albino cory shifted when the light came on I know who the shop steward is. I had a toasted bap, took all my meds and brought my coffee through to the bedroom.

Just after 8.00 pm I went to ebay and checked on the tracking of the bookshelves as I’m sure they said delivery today. This is what the tracking information gave me.

Date Time Status
17/06/2014 09:20 Courier Received
17/06/2014 04:15 Out For Delivery
16/06/2014 22:52 Processed at Depot
16/06/2014 21:39 Receipt at Depot
13/06/2014 09:40 Courier Received
13/06/2014 09:40 Not Delivered – Large Item
13/06/2014 05:01 Out For Delivery To Courier
12/06/2014 18:55 Hub Sorter Receipt Scan

Only the last item was not on there. So I saw that at 4.15 am my bookshelf was out for delivery. YAY  A Peak. To me that seemed a logical assumption. Especially as I’d seen on 13th that the item was out for delivery to courier and again on 13th that it was courier received. So, all I had to do was wait. I was busy most of the morning transferring some pictures to my printstudio to arrange on some photo paper . I had two photo frames to fill, each with three pictures but each of a different size. I had to guesstimate the size on screen. When I was happy I printed them off and spent some time framing them and then hanging one of the frames in the lounge. That in itself was a feat since my hands shake a bit and I could as easily put holes in the wall, or broken my fingers as put the hook in the wall. But, I managed it without crying too much and it hasn’t fallen down yet. For lunch I had some of that green stuff again. A trough.

After lunch I suddenly found myself wanting to nibble on a carrot. I fought the urge and settled to watch the end of a McBride episode I’d started watching during lunch. After  that I turned TV off, went and caught up with emails and then came back to the lounge for a sleep. I swear it’s chewing all this lettuce that’s making me tired. I knew if the delivery came I’d hear it. I’m not sure how long I’d been out but I was woken by a delivery van. YAY A Peak, who immediately went and delivered to a neighbour. A Trough. I ate a piece of chocolate. I heard another vehicle reversing, it was the gardeners. A Trough. Another half hour and as te gardener left I heard another one approach, surely this time……. but no, it was a supermarket delivery and that wasn’t for me either. I returned to work.

At 5.15 pm I was up to date with mail and thought I’d just check the tacking again which is when I found the last line added. A Trough. Which technically didn’t mean  I wouldn’t still get a delivery but I don’t think time was on my side. Nothing came. Still, it must be tomorrow then. A Peak. My early antiques show was missing A Trough but I decided to watch a couple of quizzes instead then after a short burst on the computer my second antiques show was on. A Peak. While the programme was on I decided to let Yvonne know the bookcase hadn’t arrived. I knew she’d be cross as it’s what prevented me from seeing them today. As she responded I picked up the phone and found another message there. A major surprise, it was from Mujo asking whether I wanted to shop with them tomorrow as they’re in the area.I haven’t seen them since early in April and since all contact was quite short with no reason I felt I’d done something wrong or they had a major problem they didn’t feel like sharing. Since I’ve said I’ll be in waiting for this delivery but that the kettle is on…..I don’t know whether they’ll come or not. Yvonne was as surprised as I was.

The antique show having finished I’ve come through to take another stab at getting up to date. I’m almost there but needed to get today’s post down before I forget. Sorry, I know I should have waited.

Wednesday. First things first this morning, I went to the tracking site to see if there were any changes. None, still with the courier. Fair enough, it was still only 4.00 am but you never know. So, I went straight onto mail. I’m not sure if there are three fools out there or if it’s the same fool three times but I suspect the latter unless these days all conmen  ( and women) work from a set menu supplied when they receive their certificate from the University of thievery. There were three identical messages purporting to be from Talktalk saying they were having problems with my last bill since I seem to have supplied my bank with incorrect information. No doubt that will work on some poor souls but not me since I pay by DD and it’s been going for years since Talktalk set it up. Let me repeat, IF AN EMAIL DOES NOT ADDRESS YOU BY NAME, IT’S A CON ! I sighed and reported it to the phishing section of Talktalk who have since told me they’re now in the process of shutting down the site after tracing the source of the messages. What’s the betting it’s Nigeria, World capital of connery, and if there’s no such word there should be.

Just before having breakfast at 7.00 am I rechecked the tracing site, no change so I went off the face the fish and their breakfast. As I opened the section of lid used for feeding, the little fantail came shooting to the top, mouth open. As it broke the surface a bubble seemed to form which popped, I listened carefully to see if any words floated up like, “Help me, I’m really a Princess in the thrall of an evil witch”………..Nada. So I counted my fingers as I withdrew them, just in case. I shut the lid, washed my hands and got on with taking my meds and having some breakfast in the form of a toasted bap.   Then back to the grindstone. At 8.00 am, 9.00 am and 10.00 am, I checked the site but it still read that my shelves were Courier Received. I found that niggled me a bit with Muriel due to text me to see whether I could come out to play. I was half convinced I should give up and stick a sign on the door saying to leave it with a neighbour and just go out.  Anyhoo, a knock on the door at 10.30 am revealed the courier with a remarkable short parcel. After signing for it and thanking him I went to the big bedroom and opened it. Let me clarify now that I’m an idiot, there’s never been any doubt about that. So, this should not surprise you. Before buying the unit, I checked the width to make sure I could create a large enough gap, I could. And knowing it was a four shelf until I was happy. But, I never checked the height !!!!!!!! It’s very pretty but only stands 44” high.

shelves

Be fair, they look quite spacious don’t they? In reality you can just about get a paperback to stand on three of the shelves and on the top one you can have what you like. I will say they’re unobtrusive. So, it was a case of having made my bed I’d better lie in it. I unfolded them properly , stood it in place and started loading them. I have an idea that at some stage I’ll be replacing them with something taller and  little more roomy. I’d got about the first 4 Pratchett hardbacks on when the door went again.  When I got there it was Mujo. 10.45 am and I was still waiting for a text. In they trooped and while I was making drinks the conversation flowed as though they’d seen me last week. No mention of any gap in or problem with our relationship. I passed John his birthday gifts that had been waiting since April and he loved them. We had lunch at The Bells because it’s a favourite of theirs then shopped in Flint for Muriel to get some Jeggings and price up some microwaves. Then a small detour via Holywell on the way home to shop at Lidl which was a surprise but which enabled me to get more coleslaw. Once they’d dropped me home they didn’t stay long as they’d bought frozen food so an ice cream and a small drink and they were off. It was now just gone 4.00pm so I couldn’t afford time for the books and flew straight to work. 107 messages while I was out. By 5.15 pm I had to leave them and go wash the pots from breakfast time before Dil arrived. I made it by the skin of my teeth as they walked in at 5.25 pm. There was a text on my phone from Lee saying he had a late meeting and couldn’t make it but would try for next week.

I made drinks while Matt and Dil had a look at the rules for the new Scrabble and then it was into battle. OMG it’s evil. You gain a lead with a good word and someone steals the score when it’s their go and they get to play as well. You play a great card which entitles you to treble your score even when it’s on a treble word score and then some evil devil plays a card which negates yours. And on it goes, you certainly find out who your friends are- there aren’t any. Dil won both games and also went on to slaughter us at Nomination. By this time it was 9.00 pm and we just had time for a quick Crazy 8’s which Matt won. I was a win virgin and they were going home. I was bereft.

Back to work to finish he last of the previous messages as well as the 82 new ones. It’s late and I need my bed. Night all.

Thursday. Well, such a boring day for you today. I was up at 3.55 am, worked on messages until breakfast and the annual fish staring competition which you can’t win when they send a plec into battle. After that I managed to put the rest of the loose books on the new bookcase but it does look diminutive there. I didn’t go into the loft to get my Pratchett books down as I have stuff to go up so I may wait until Mike comes and have him pass it. I’m a little afraid that If I bring the books down some of them will end up stacked somewhere as there won’t be room on the bookcase. I think a trip to a charity shop may be in order soon.

I ordered an outfit for Reuben online from Asda ( Walmart in the U,S,) and also a pair of jeans for me. It was only after I paid for next day delivery- thankfully inexpensive- that I thought, What the heck do I need another pair of jeans for, Mike will probably start counting those next and telling tales like he did with my shirts. I confess, it’s more than 7. Still, if they arrive before he does I can hide them away . When I wear them I’ll just say “New?, nah, had them for ages” and keep my fingers crossed behind my back. If I believed in Heaven I know I’ll never get there.

Maybe it’s the summer months or maybe they’re just doolally tap but I had another two offers of marriage today. Are these women blind? Are these women even women? I also just had the one woman with a fortune to give away and I’m the target of her generosity. It strikes me that if there’ s ever a genuine woman with a fortune who wants to share it with us mortals I’ve no chance as I just send them to the dead file now.

I hope you’ve all had a nice but less boring day than me. Perhaps tomorrow will be better.

Friday. 4.17 am.I got up. I wended my way in a weary way to wee. I came back and turned on the computer. First job, check the bank. Is there any money there for shopping this week or is that hollow laughter I hear really the bank manager and his staff? There was money, I can afford another lettuce yay. There was a lot of mail today which is probably a message from the great creator ‘ Mike Rowsoft’ telling me I shouldn’t have knocked off before midnight. Drat!!  We interrupt this progamme for a News’Flash’. Mike has just informed me that it’s the Summer Solstice tomorrow. I’ve put in a request to go to one of them orggys I keep hearing about with knaked women. I’d hoped it was knackered women so I could catch one but he put me right, it’s them in the pink and crinkleys wot need an iron. I of course don’t need that since I’m so fat these days my skin is stretched making my smile look like rictus.

Back to the story. I dealt with a fair bit of mail and needed a break so went through to the big bedroom and made a pile of all the things I wanted in the loft. I remembered that both Mike and Yvonne had expressed concern about me trying for the loft on my own in case my legs were shaking and I vibrated holes in the flooring. Instead I went to get dressed and went out to get some baps in case Mike was hungry when he got here. There was a text just after I got  back at 9.30 am to say he was on his way. I didn’t think he’d be dressed yet. I said I’d hang fire on my lunch till he got here. The washing machine went on and I returned to the mail for a while. My search on the trace for the clothes said it was waiting for a courier collection so it would be a while before they arrived. Hope fully before Mike lands on the doorstep though.

About 11.00 am I’d had enough again so went for a doze in the lounge. The Zzzz’s were just starting to buzz merrily when Mike arrived. The kettle wen on an I made him a coffee while he told me all about his last two weeks and I filled him in on mine. Mine didn’t take long. We’d just settled in our chairs when the bloody delivery van drew up. Mike offered to go to the door for me. He came back in holding the parcel. “What’s this then” he asked. I opened the top and drew out Reuben’s outfit. “Wow that’s great” he said ” really nice, I haven’t seen that one before.” I tried to move the bag away as though empty and put it in the kitchen where he might think it had gone in the bin. No chance. “So what else?” he asked and I was forced to confess. I might have got away with it by changing the subject and mentioning lunch. It’s fortunate he chose to tell me about a special picture that had been damaged in  the move. He knew Tariq had replaced the glass on one for me and thought he might repeat it for him. I said it was highly likely but he could fight his own battles about payment.

Coffee finished we set off. The Ivy wasn’t very crowded and it’s easy to see the sunshine hasn’t been good for business. We sat and Tariq joined us for a minute then went to make the drinks. On his return Mike told him what we wanted to eat and asked the favour. No hesitation on doing the job but Tariq stipulated he didn’t want payment.  Not my problem I thought. Lunch was fantastic and as we were finishing off Tariq disappeared with the frame. Mike and I went out for a cigarette ( each, we’re not that poor) then Mike went in to go to the loo. I followed and sat at the table as Tariq came out and brought the picture with new glass, a new back and fresh pins. A great job. As usual he disappeared again, to chat to another customer I think. Perfect, Shella came out from the kitchen to the counter so I went up and laid money down for the lunch. “Sorry, I don’t do the till” she said knowing full well the fight I always have with Tariq and loving every minute of the battle of wills. Mike reappeared and was delighted with the limited edition picture now behind glass again.  As he’s just finished his drink he stuck a £5 note under the cup. As Tariq came over he took the cup from my hands ( how the hell had it got there?). I was afraid of no-one noticing it so as we moved away I told him to check the saucer. He tried to give it back then decided to accept it if we called it quits for everything, two meals, two coffee’s and the framing work. Yeah Tariq, that’s going to happen. We got close to the door before I told him the money for the meal was behind the counter and then we ran for it, or limped for it in my case. Another victory.

A shopping expedition to Flint followed to price up TV’s and for me to restock the ice lollies. Coffee with Ceri then home again. I had a session with my mail before joining Noddy in the lounge for the evening quizzes. Time for the ritual hairwash followed by a shower then the Antiques Road Trip. I would have come through into battle if buggalugs hadn’t found another quiz so I was delayed by an hour. It’s going to be t’other side of midnight tonight so Mike Rowsoft will be appeased. Hugs All.

Saturday. I had no problem getting up this morning. MY first bout and first refresh of mail were finished before 6.15 am when I decided to turn the fishtank light on. And, because this is the no feed day it was like light the blue touch paper and retire. When I thought it was safe I went back and had my breakfast and took my meds.I ‘m sure there were beady little eyes following each mouthful. As the time approached 7.00 am I made Mike’s coffee and took it through, waking him up with the usual endearment “Coffee’s up Bro.” He did stir and  a horrified voice acknowledged me. It was evident that this first foray wouldn’t be successful but maybe while I got washed and dressed his alarm would do the trick. I was having a giraffe (laugh) .  I was washed, dressed and most of the way through the second refresh before his alarm went off for the third time and finally shifted him. I think we left the house at half a minute to eight today, and yes, I did let him dress first.

The shopping itself didn’t take long today as it seems I had to buy most of my food from the vegetable counter, lucky for me, most of the sweets were elsewhere. We were both pretty astounded to buy a pair of trousers each in the sale at £2 a pair, a pair of socks costs more than that but I didn’t buy any shirts this time since the tell tale was with me. I did get a pair of lounge pants though. I wanted a pair with Animal from the Muppets on but Mike insisted a pair with Grumpy from Snow White and entitled Grumpy pants was much more appropriate. Once through the tills we went for a coffee then headed out to Ellesmere Port in Cheshire and Cheshire Oaks Clearance Village where our young friend Daniel from Temptations has gone to work. We took a bottle of wine and a good luck card only to find he’s on a day off.

Leaving Cheshire Oaks Mike asked what I wanted to do. When I replied I didn’t mind he suggested we head for the seaside town of Llandudno to visit our mate Brian who moved there a few months ago. He’s now recovered from his latest heart attack and is awaiting an operation to have the first of two stents fitted. So retracing our earlier path and then flying in the other direction we took the hopping on  a trip. When we arrived and gave his dog it’s hugs, strokes and ear rubs, the three of us piled back in the car and went in search of food. Llandudno has many good cafe’s and restaurants but hidden away at the side of the town hall is the Cocoa House which is the oldest such establishment in the town and dates from I think the 1700’s. They do a wide variety of lovely food and it’s not too expensive. We took a slow walk round the town afterwards, the day was glorious and warm. Mike had forgotten to bring his hat and needed one but his heart was set on a specific type. We were spectacularly unsuccessful. He decided anything would do as long as it fit which is a challenge in itself as he has a small head. After a stop for coffee after completing one side of the street we set off to try the other. Still no joy but I suggested trying some shops on another street where we’d parked, blow me, the very last shop produced just the thing. I can’t get it to stay down over his face but at least it shut him up.

We dropped Brian back at his flat and headed home to unpack whatever shopping hadn’t melted in the heat. It took nearly an hour so it was approaching 5 o’clock before we got in. We put the shopping away and while Mike topped up Julia’s vases with fresh flowers I went to work on the computer. It was gone 6.30 am before I could join him in the lounge and we laughed or way through the Big Bang Theory. I made tea after that and then we watched a programme on Stonehenge. It was quite interesting but as soon as 9.00 pm came I left Mike to Hunger Games and came through to work. I’ve finished this a little earlier than usual as I’ve no idea how long the mail is going to take. I hope everyone is having a Great Weekend. Hugs.

Happy Smiley People

Happy Smiley People

Just Hanging Around

Just Hanging Around

 

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BFG Forced Feast &The Anvil Chorus

Sunday. In contrast to yesterday Mike’s alarm went off at 7.00am. I didn’t leave the computer straight away as I was mid letter. I’d been there since waking at 5.15 am and was making good headway. It was as well I didn’t rush as there was no movement stronger than turning the alarm off and turning over from his bedroom. At 7.15 am I went through to the kitchen to see to the fish and have some breakfast. Even the noise of the fish singing “Why are we waiting?” had no effect, on him at least. As for me it unnerved me badly so I was accidentally dropping spoons on the floor as loudly as possible. I returned to the mail complete with coffee after my Shreddies                ( Sponsorship Nestles?). There still wasn’t too much and by 7.30 I was done and lay down on the bed for a few minutes. At 8.20 am I heard Mike’s footsteps padding along to see why I wasn’t up. Kindly he didn’t disturb me so as he turned back to go to the loo I followed and got his coffee ready. When I asked why he’d set his alarm for 7.00 am he said it was because I’d mentioned a car boot possibility yesterday. In actual fact I’d asked the weather forecast for car boot weather but anyway, I didn’t even bother asking why if he’d taken the trouble to set it he didn’t take the trouble to get up.

Two coffees later it’s 11.00 am and neither of us has gone to a car boot. In fact neither of us has bothered to get washed and dressed yet. Mike’s been running me through allocating ringtones to specific people on the new ( old) phone Anton sent me. An HTC Wildfire and so confusing. He’s added Viber to it which is like skype and gives free calls and texts to other viber users. He’s added zedge which is great because that’s where I’m downloading music for the ringtones and it also has a variety of wallpapers and live wallpapers, even some games for FREE and that’s a favourite word of mine. We decided we’d better make the effort and get ready to go out for lunch. I got the bathroom first. We discussed where to go but I think it was a foregone conclusion so at 12.00 midday we set off along the coast road for Gronant. The Ivy was busy, nay bouncing with people but lucky for us the people we threw out of our seats were much smaller than us. Tariq was not able to stop and talk but I’m really pleased for him. So far the year has been quiet and it’s just picking up nicely. Two youngsters ( in their early 30’s) who’ve been working clearing some ground for Tariq joined us for coffee but had to leave at 12.30 pm to catch a bus. They have a long journey home.

Lunch was great as always and today Tariq didn’t even argue too much when Mike told him it’s easier to put the difference in the tip box and maybe save up for a Christmas meal for the staff. He even agreed and I didn’t have to run to leave. As we were on the way back I noticed the youngsters still at the bus stop and pointed them out to Mike. On second thoughts perhaps sticking an arm in front of the drivers face isn’t a great idea. ” Shall we pick them up and take them to Rhyl” he asked. As this is where they would have to change buses I thought he had a point and agreed. Fortunately there was a road to our right where Mike could turn round. We drew up beside them and I got out and tilted my seat forward for them to get in. Somehow my seat was so far back that the young lady couldn’t find room for her legs so we struggled to correct the seat. We made it and Mike entertained them with his humour on the drive. If we hadn’t picked them up they’d have been waiting another 40 minutes. We dropped them in Rhyl and their bus to Denbigh was in the depot so no waiting around.

Mike asked “Which way home?”, I shrugged and we tossed a mental coin deciding on the pretty route. Part way we came across a road we hadn’t taken before and decided to try it. Up into the hills with some fabulous views of the Dee Estuary to The Wirral ( England). Through some small villages till we eventually hit a road we knew of old and came home. Mike stayed long enough for a coffee before departing for his Dad’s and then later tonight back to Rugby. I came on the computer to catch up which took till nearly 5.00 pm when I went to sit in the lounge. It was only when it came time to eat that I realised Mike had gone and left the other half of last night’s (HUGE) BFG. He has no consideration at all for my dietary needs nor my expanding waistline and is forcing me to eat it all myself. It’s such a struggle I may have to finish it at supper. It’s been a case of back and forth to the lounge playing catch up with mail as I want to see the results of the Euro MP elections later tonight.

Monday. When I got up at 4.45 am I couldn’t go back to sleep but I knew I wasn’t done with bed. It’s not by coincidence the computer and the bed are side by side in my room. Well, it is really but that doesn’t sound as dramatic. I’d finished with the first batch of mail by 6.30 am and thought sleep was a possibility so rolled over onto the bed. I woke at 7.10 am and the fear of retribution sent me hurrying to the fish tank. They all seemed a little laid back today as though they didn’t mind. Nevertheless I carefully put food in, closed the lid and backed quietly away. I had my tablets etc. made myself eat some toast and took a coffee back through with me.  By 8.45 am I felt maybe another ten minuted would be OK and I was out until nearly 9.30 am. I must have been bitten by a tetse fly. To make sure I couldn’t go back to bed I got washed and dressed before carrying on with the mail. I see there are many worried Brits today by the results of the European Elections. We had a very poor turn out which might be one of the reasons the UKIP made so many advances. On the other hand it maybe that they did well because some of their policies resonate with voters. The other parties will ignore this possibility at their peril. At this rate the whole of Europe will soon be far-right and will be walking in jackboots over any country not keen on joining the EU. I personally am not a fan of the EU in it’s present incarnation and would have preferred it stayed a trading group. Since politicians always feel they know what’s best for us without consultation there aren’t too many options open and that drives people to the far right parties.

Anyway, back to the story. I carried on with emails until just gone 11.00 am then went to position myself before the goggle box for a break. To be honest I didn’t focus any attention on what was actually on but just used it for company. About midday I had a text ( on my new phone) from Yvonne asking if they could call in and take me for lunch ( no prize for guessing where) and I said fine as long as I could treat them. Expecting arguments later I got changed as they’d be here about 1.00 pm. I nipped out to the One Stop, expecting Pauline to be close half day ( she wasn’t) to pick up some chocolates to take with me. Once back I made sure the messages were up to date. Ugo et al arrived about 1.15 pm ( like a woman he’s ever fashionably late) and pulled up outside giving his horn a quick honk to let me know. I was prepared and wasted no time in going out to the car. I pulled my tongue out at Reuben a couple of times much to his delight and got in. Fifteen minutes later we were there. It was crowded again but miraculously my chairs were free. Angie had her hands full but found time to say hello. Tariq was playing waiter again and was also busy but still found time to say hello to everyone. I’ve never yet seen him not smiling. We all ordered and I settled on a chocolate milkshake and a quarter pounder with chunky chips. It was all great though Reuben felt the floor needed decorating by his. After eating Reuben had his usual wine dance on my lap as in he crushed my grapes again. Those feet come down with a wallop.

Before we left I got to the counter first and gave Tariq far too much money so I could accept some change but still leave enough for the meal. Then I had to face a barrage from Yvonne about not letting them pay.Simple, she’s only just returned to work and wages aren’t back to normal yet. I said goodbye to Angie with a kiss                ( cheek only you lot), said goodbye to Shella and then Tariq came round to hug us all. We drove home, I had time to pass Yvonne a bag of things I had for her and Ugo before they had to leave so he could work at home. I spent an age getting up to date again before relaxing for a while in the lounge. 7.30 pm I came back through to keep ahead of the game before going back through to watch a film between 9.00 – 11.20 pm. One last pass at the messages and time to do the blog and it’s time for sleep.

Tuesday. It was a 4.34 am start today but it didn’t last long. By 6.15 am I had a free show of stars dancing before my eyes without having to pay for a ticket. I couldn’t hear the music though due to the pound of blacksmiths practising the anvil chorus in my head. It was a even more difficult to see the computer screen as my head was viewing my nether regions ( somewhere in the Baltic I’m told) as I tried to stave of the nausea. I managed to text Yvonne to say I wouldn’t see her today before I turned off the light and dropped onto the bed. I came round again about 9.00 am able to see but the head was still pounding. I stayed on the bed relaxing for a while before going through to apologise to the fish and ask them to blow bubbles quietly, take my meds and bring a coffee through to finish the emails off.  It took a while but once done I was able to get dressed and go to Pauline’s for some bread and ciggies. When I got back I sat in the lounge with a drink and just fell asleep till lunchtime. Since I’d missed breakfast I was a bit peckish and it didn’t hurt to move my head so I made something to eat. I know it’s more accurate to say my microwave made me something to eat but I did have to prick the bag and wash the potatoes first. Lunch over I managed to clear a few more messages before plonking myself in front of a Homes in the Country and falling straight back to sleep. When I woke up it was to a knock on the door as the chemist delivered a fresh lot of goodies to make me high, low, sugar free or whatever else they do. I put them away until Friday’s Russian Roulette with Drugs Day and went back to messaging the world.

I watched my antiques programme and then a couple of quizzes, had a little tea to take my second set of food tabs and watched another Antiques Road Trip. Tonight one of the two experts was an auctioneer I just cannot get on with. He may be one of the nicest people around but his mannerisms are most annoying. Fortunately his opponent was another auctioneer who is a really nice person and a perfect gentleman and their team members were divided the same way so I had no problem egging the nice side on to win…which they did. I envy them the amount of time they get to spend with antiques, especially art nouveau pieces. I had one and a half hours back on the computer while I watched the season finale of The Mentalist which was not as absorbing as usual. Now I’m back in here to finish off the mail and do the blog before hopefully getting a decent night.

Wednesday. I’m going to apologise in advance and ask you to excuse me tonight. I did nothing of any interest during the day bar sleep and catch up on emails. Lee arrived at about 5.15 pm so we chatted as I got everything ready and we awaited the arrival of his dad and brother to catch the end of their quiz. They missed it, arriving at 6.00 pm as it finished. The traffic had been bad it seemed. I made the drinks. tea for Dil and a coffee for Matthew. Lee and I already had our drinks. We had two games of scrabble of which I won the first ( Thanks Elaine for xu and za ) and Matt won the second. I had to leave the room for a minute and when I returned a decision had been made that we play Balderdash next, my heart soared only to come down to earth with a thus when I was told it was Absolute Balderdash they wanted. No wonder Lee was sniggering, I’m useless at it. They have 6 categories on a card among which are Dates, People, Letters and Film Stories. Dates might include things like 5/8/1887 and the answer will be The day a Mountie was suspended for not wearing his dentures to work. Letters may be DSPCD and will  be as daft as Dundee Society for Professional Car Dealers but the films one is my worst nightmare. They’ll give a film title A Wish Too Far, which I struggle to create a plot for and then the answer will be as obscure if not more so that the synopses provided by my opponents. Matt ran away with the game tonight. I just seemed to choose his answers constantly. Lee had to leave after that game ( probably before I killed him) so the three of us had our usual game of Nomination Whist at which I excelled tonight.I confess it was sheer luck but who cares how you reach the end as long as you do. I always wonder how Dil can thank me before he leaves after a win like that. Mind you, I wonder sometimes why he bothers to come at all, and Matt too, you’d think he’d have friends his own age he’d rather be with. I’m so glad they do come though. We packed up and they left me to wash the pots and tidy up before heading for the computer to catch up on all the outstanding mail and this blog. I still might make it to bed before midnight though.

Thursday. It was a funny old night. I managed to get to bed by midnight-just, but wanted to have a read to relax. I turned the light off at 12.50 am ( Yes, I’d put the book down by then) but struggled to get off. I remember seeing 1.37 am on the clock then I must have dropped off. This truly awful noise of a bagpipe playing Scotsman being strangled woke me up. It was 2.10 am and looking out of my window to take advantage of a security light I saw a cat serenading his girlfriend from the comfort of my garden wall. I was tempted to throw a shoe but I’ve lost them to one legged itinerants before like that. A bucket of water wouldn’t have reached so I relied on as savage a hiss as I could manage and it seemed to work. Either that or his girlfriend wasn’t responding. I nodded off again only for the birds to start their chorus at the ungodly time of 4.45 am. They just laughed at my attempts to have another hissy fit. I was half tempted to give up and start work but I knrw I needed more sleep yet so when the little beggars paused to take a breath I put a pillow over my head and nodded off until 6.05 am.

I visited the loo then came back and turned the computer on. I emptied my ash tray and lit my first of the morning as I started the mail. I broke off at 7.10 to go for breakfast and found I’d had 5 cigarettes in that hour. I always knew it was worse when on the computer as you don’t notice you’re doing it. So, I fed the fish thinking what a shame I no longer have Big Bill to come greet me. I had my meds then some breakfast and took a coffee back to the messages. There were quite a few to do but there was no rush. I knew I’d have to go out at some stage for bread and maybe milk but of prime importance, the Lottery tickets. My weekly dose of hope. It reminded me I hadn’t checked the Tuesday Euro ( won £5.10p) and the Wednesday Lotto ( won zilch). When I got dressed and went out to Pauline’s at 9.45 am I told her I’d come to clear the till. I want a really nice win in order to take a holiday.

Back at home the postman called and brought me some stylus pens to use on the new ( to me) touch phone. I’ll have to make sure there’s one in each jacket so I’m safe whatever I wear, either than or get my fingernails cut since they don’t work on the screen. I worked until just before 11.00 am and went through to the lounge. Within moments I was well away and only woke when I let rip a real snort which scared the life out of me and the window cleaner both. I’m sure he thought I was dead up to that point. After all, who sleeps at that time of day. It was time to make some lunch. I decided to settle on pizza and micro chips today. A strawberry yoghurt to follow and I was a happy man. I washed the pots and watched half my antiques programme before going back to the mail. Someone wants to know if I’d like to invest in a third share of a treasure map. It’s Nazi gold that was stored away as the war was ending it seems and may be with valuable paintings looted  taken for protection from various homes and museums during the war. £5000.00 can get me a third share of millions ( less a few expenses- like hiring honest smugglers I expect). I’ll have to give this one some real thought before I say Sod Off I don’t have £5000.00. I had a happy time in here until 4.30 when I went through for my usual programmes. I’ve been back and forth a bit to see to mail since then and I’m on tenterhooks as Mike hasn’t been in touch to say if he’s still coming so we can say goodbye to Daniel tomorrow at Temptations. I’m going to watch a film no just in case he is coming so I’ll be ready with a drink for him. See you later.

Right, I finally had to text him in case he was coming in the early hours but it seems he’s not coming until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest now. Wish I’d known a bit earlier. Still, I can go to bed now.

Young Love

Young Love

Happy as Larry

Happy as Larry

 

Friday. The cat must have decided no to face the big snake again and allowed me to sleep this morning until 5.20 am. When I did wake there was the sound of birds and the lack of a sound of rain. Perhaps a little early for me to expect sunshine though. After nipping to the loo I turned on the computer and went straight to the forecast. Possible light showers, but for the weekend- sunshine and warmth. I can cope with that. I spent the morning wrapping up the mail ( nice paper and pretty bows) and tweeting as much as I could for my fellows as I’d no idea what time Mike would be free after taking his grandson to the doctor’s. At 11.00 am  I got the usual text, ON WAY. “Great” I replied, “call in for some baps and milk on the way please.” That’s so a certain idle beggar didn’t have to go out. I had at least got dressed. At midday I had a ham bap for lunch with a packet (small) of cheddars. I followed that with a strawberry youghurt ( part of my 5  a day) which was in turn followed by a chocolate mallow and a sleep. I didn’t kip for long as my brain knew the remarks that would follow if Mike found me like that. I went through to keep as up to date as possible before he arrived.

That event happened at 1.50 pm when he came in swinging my milk like there was a butter shortage. I made a coffee for him and provided a ham bap to keep him going then we went off to say our goodbye’s to Daniel. Mike had said he was due to finish at 4.00 pm but Manager’s Perks were in play. When we arrived at 2.40 pm he was practically out the door. We both shook his hand ( though not at the same time) and I asked Mike to pass over the card we’d done. Mike said I had it. Typical ! Mike asked Daniel where he’d be working and said it wasn’t so we could get the card to him, it was for future use so we could harass and insult him. We stayed long enough for a coffee, had a look for another pair of shoes for Mike, which we didn’t find and came home.

I did a little more mail then we watched an Antique Road Trip . I guessed he was probably peckish by then so I made him a meal of new potatoes, lamb shank and petit pois. For some reason we sat chatting and half watching TV until 9.00 pm when I decided to come through and concentrate on the mail . I realised I’d forgotten all about a shower and in that case didn’t want to sit with myself. I reached a point where I thought I could risk a short break and while Mike was watching football and went to take a shower. Before I did Mike broke off from the game ( kindly I thought) as full time had been called and washed my hair. After the shower I came through to get into my lounge (lizard) pants and a t-shirt and take up where I left off. It’s now getting late and I fancy a quick read before getting up for shopping. So I bis you all goodnight and sweet dreams.

Nursery play

Nursery play

Saturday. Look, if you must have a cup of tea get it now. I want to be sure you’re sitting down before we start. My lawyer says there’s no chance of conviction for causing you injury after that warning. I’d finished my mail by 7.00 am this morning and gone through to the kitchen. First job turn the light on the fish tank, then turn the kettle on. That had chance to start boiling while I dealt with the chemist shop before me. It didn’t take long to boil so I made a coffee for Mike and took it through to his room. “Coffee’s up ” I called as usual. “RightfinethankyouverymuchassoonasIhavemyhaton,tattoos” came the reply so I left him to it. I made my own coffee in the wonder machine which his fussiness doesn’t like and went back through to my room to refresh the mail. I was about to start when I hear a strange sound, it rung a faint bell of recognition in my head but I couldn’t place it.I went to check . It’s at this point you need to be sitting or just skip this paragraph. Michael was walking through to the lounge and his alarm clock hadn’t even rung !!!! His eyes were open and he was carrying his coffee. He was even wearing clothes so as not to scare the horses.

Having got up without the clock and without force by me didn’t seem to have helped much as it was still almost 8.00 am before we left the house. I thought we’d decided that we’d go shopping at Morrison’s at Broughton then head to Broughton Retail Park to see if we could find Mike a pair of shoes like he got last week but in a different colour. Perhaps I should have included the car in the discussion as it headed straight for Broughton Park.  Because the bulk of shops weren’t open I decided to do most of the shopping at Tesco’s instead. We managed to knock a fair few things off the list and headed for the tills. We loaded the conveyor, Mike in his OCD lines and me in my more haphazard way of heaviest to the front, lightest to the back. We both packed the bags ready opened in the trolley then as I said I’d nip to the downstairs loo Mike said he’d take the shopping to the car. I suggested we meet by the door so we could go upstairs for a coffee and for Mike to check out the TV’s. He agreed. I stood by the door for an age till I saw him outside enjoying a cigarette. He’d forgotten. I left him to finish the ciggie and follow me upstairs which he did and shot past me saying he was headed for the loo. I headed for the cafe to order the drinks.

Mike returned from the loo before I’d been served and took over. As he came over with the drinks, he saw me pocket two sachets of sugar that I’d found lying on the table. He told me I’m a tea-leaf and he’s going to report me. We finished the drinks and looked at TV’s, some good offers but not quite what he wanted so we left and continued the journey looking for his shoes. No joy there either. A stroll back to the car and we headed off to Morrison’s to get the last of the main shopping, and much more importantly, the brand of cigarettes we both smoke. From there we headed for Flint to restock my ice lollies, the pizzas and the micro chips. Strangely we didn’t go for coffee at Temptations today. We headed home instead and Mike had a coffee after we’d unpacked the bags. I started work on my emails and Mike did Julia’s flowers which took 4 vases today. It was getting a bit late now at gone 1.00 pm so we headed off for lunch.

When we arrived at the Ivy dear Angie, my sophisticated lady was looking harassed. It seemed quite busy even though our eats were free. It was a couple of minutes before we saw Tariq who came over to give hugs and to tease Mike saying he’d hit problems with a top for a fish tank he ‘s been making. He whispered in my ear that it wasn’t true, before telling us to follow him to his workroom. It was a beautiful job and Mike was rightly thrilled but hen he got a taste of my medicine when he asked Tariq “How much?” You can imagine Tariq’s reply from the problems I have with him every week. We went back through to the cafe and I put in the order for the meals- plus puddings and drinks. To try and circumvent problems later when the bill gets lost I asked Tariq to let me pay now. £5 he said. Suggesting he look for the other brain cell I put £20 on the counter and said any change is a tip. The man is amazing. Things in the cafe eventually became quieter and Angie looked lass stressed than earlier. I’m glad a s she’s a nice lady. Mike and I enjoyed the main meal and I went to the counter to pick up the puddings. No-one was around for a few minutes until the lovely Shella came through.We had a few minutes conversation before Tariq came back and dished up the pud. We had that then said goodbye to Angie before leaving. No sign of Tariq so Mike left a payment for the tank lid with her. Sneaky. On the way we found Tariq in one of his workrooms at the back of the building so we didn’t miss our goodbye there.

We had a few minutes in an antique shop on the way home then continued our journey to relax. At least Mike did while I can to catch up on emails before a programme I wanted at 6.00 pm. I stayed there until 9.00 pm when I came back to make sure I had time for emails and the blog this side of midnight. I’ve managed it.

Hope you all have a Wonderful Week.

Driving mISS cRAZY

Driving mISS cRAZY

Food Giggles

Food Giggles

 

 

 

It's hilarious Ma.

It’s hilarious Ma.

Mr Innocence

Mr Innocence

 

Another pint please Barman.

Another pint please Barman.

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Future photos & Gurgle Jugs

Sunday. It was 5.56 this morning when I started. Since I’m on my own at this time of the day there was no rush. I was likely to be on my own for some time yet. I decided to break off at 7.00 am for meds and coffee and more importantly for the fish. Guilt at completely forgetting them yesterday made me decide to give them a longer run today and anyway, an earlier feed would confuse the little monsters. It was Mike who realised I’d forgotten them yesterday when we got back from Blakemere and he went to make a drink. Of course the sadistic beggar delighted in pointing out my memory is going.

I took my coffee back to my desk and continued answering comments on the blog and commenting on other posts. Despite my chair having supportive arms ( great for when I nod off) I almost fell out of it when Mike walked in at 8.00 am. It was at least another two hours before I expected him. I made him his first coffee then rushed around to get dressed.  I heard him put the kettle on a few minutes later and then go to wash and dress himself. He’s very good since I taught him how to do his own buttons and put a big L and R on his shoes. Shame I didn’t do it on his feet as well though………. By the time he started on his second drink I’d finished the mail and could go through to join him. He’d decided to try the car boot again so I raided Reuben’s piggy bank ( I put it all back honestly Yvonne) for some change and off we went.

It was beautiful going over the mountain into the Wheeler Valley and seeing the sun shining in patches on the opposite side. We drove along to Love Lane in Mold and parked up. The car boot occupies most of the car park there. I found a brand new keyboard as a spare for the next time my nails take the letters and numbers off to make writing messages a guessing game. I paid just £2.00 for it. I’m sure I got something else too but for the life of me I can’t remember what. I was very excited to find a gurgle jug for Mike but we were both disappointed to find it had been repaired and not too well so it wasn’t bought. Still, we did find two great gurgle jugs yesterday……..

Gurgle Jug- Dartmouth Pottery

Gurgle Jug- Dartmouth Pottery

Also by Dartmouth Pottery

Also by Dartmouth Pottery

Dartmouth Pottery made the originals and they make quite a few colours. Other makers including Wade also made them and they make a great collection……………………

When we finished at the car boot we headed for Flint where we bought some chocs before heading in for a coffee at Temptations. Daniel and Trudie were on again and I was able to ask him if I could take a few pictures next time I go in to let you all see where I eat and drink as suggested by one of my friends. We had a nice break and then nipped next door where we found the perfect curtains for Yvonne. Silver, lined and a 90″ drop.

I needed some tins of pineapple so Mike drove me the 200 yards to the shop and reminded me to pick up more chocs. Having got what I needed we had a run down to Gronant along the Coast Road and lunched at The Ivy Emporium. Everyone came out to greet us from the kitchens and Shella offered to do a meal that wasn’t on the menu but which I love. Mike had a lamb shank with dauphinoise potatoes. Just being there is a treat knowing that Tariq, Shella, Angie and Helen will always come to say hello and there are hugs both coming and going. A little later Mike dropped me off and headed for his Dad’s. I headed straight for the mailbox on the computer and worked till about 4.00 pm when suddenly the front door opened.My heart stopped until a pushchair appeared followed by Yvonne and then Ugo. An unexpected treat. Ugo made himself something to eat while Reuben and I inspected his refection in the mirror. Ugo demolished half a pack of chocolate biscuits with his drink while Reuben was not happy at being missed out. He showed his displeasure on my beard, sideburns and moustache . OUCH. Ugo liked his git, Yvonne loved hers and also the curtains so I didn’t have to save them till Tuesday. They left about half five and I returned to mail till 6.00 when I gave up to watch TV for a while.

A text from Mike for info kept me occupied for a while but after that I watched a film until 9.00 pm when it was back to work. Here I am at 11.45 pm caught up and ready for a read. I wish you all goodnight and sweet dreams.

Monday. This is one of the first pieces of mail I opened this morning.  http://youtu.be/x1qQdjPyagU  I’m sorry Andrea, but here is scientific evidence that when you game too much you can no longer tell real life from the game.

On another note, for all you historical buffs, a new piece of work by one of our more classical composers came to light that was videoed at the time and was lost. I think the scene may be a Viennese Concert room but perhaps may be better identified by the costume.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uT3SBzmDxGk

So my day started well though there was a goodly chunk of mail. In no rush I took it easy, breaking off at 8.00 am for the fish, mu uppers and a cuppa. I came back and carried on going until I finished just before 9.30. I got ready and took a walk to the chemist to drop off a prescription and then called in at Pauline’s for some baps. The bread kind that is. One of my friends suggested  that I should mention that in the UK baps is also a euphamism for boobs, knockers, boobies and buzooms. I assure you Pauline stocks none of these items. See Lottie, not a single snigger from the audience but I might now get a visit from the respectability police. Coming home again I found the postman had been. It’s a new one these days and I can’t make head nor tail of his times. Anyway, he delivered the missing credit card holder that stops cards being copied as it’s metal. He also, much to my delight, delivered a letter from my cousin in California. I haven’t heard from her for a couple of years though Christmas cards always come. I know when we retire things often get forgotten but I’m so pleased to hear from her. I dashed off an answer and then walked back up to the Post Office to send it par avion. Things were so much easier when she worked and had a computer. Her son lives on the East Coast and I haven’t seen him since he was about 10 years old, he’s 47 this year !!

I worked till lunchtime at twelve then made something to eat and sat down to watch a bit of TV. All mindnumbing stuff usually at this time of the day. After I’d eaten I washed the pots and sat down again with my eyes closed for a minute. What a long minute that was. It was gone 3.00 pm before I got back to work and the post box was full again. That took until 5.45 to clear but it was worth the effort. I made some tea which translates as I had a sandwich ( a bap) and opened a tin of fruit. Washed up again and watched Law and Order. I stayed with TV until 9.00 pm before coming back through to see who was still expecting me to work at this time of night. More of you than I thought it seems. Time to go get some beauty sleep ( I heard that remark about there not being THAT much time). Yvonne and Reuben are coming tomorrow as I have blood tests , no not Reuben biting me again. Proper blood tests so I may meet them in town and go from there. Maybe we have time for a small shop before coming home as Lis is visiting then……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Susperbaby 5 USE.

parky 2 USE

Two generations

Two generations

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Wednesday. I didn’t get up till 6.00 am but who cares, there’s no one to tell tales on me here. I worked for two hours and then went through the daily routine. The fish were happy to be back at normal time. How the heck are they going to cope with the clocks going forward and them losing an hour. I took my coffee back and finished the first round of mail. Next on the list was getting dressed. I put a waistcoat on as it looked a bit nippy out there this morning. About half past nine my phone burped and Yvonne said she was on the bus. Allowing for traffic,  a little rain, the driver’s ciggie break and an outbreak of dandruff in Kowloon I arranged to meet her in Holywell at 10.45 am. Two hours before the bloodtests but time enough for coffee and a spot of lunch.  I reached Holywell with a following wind at 10.15 am and decided to look round a shop. It was as well I came out early as I saw Yvonne’s bus pull in at 10.30 am. I’d forgotten my phone and might have missed her.

Reuben was awake and I got one smile before he started to look at me with some suspicion. I’m obviously not his Dad who he adores, at least we know he’s not colour blind. I took a walk round another shop while Yvonne visited the bank. He please must have fallen on deaf ears because they joined me a minute later. The total faff surrounding a name change at a bank is amazing. You now need to make an appointment to do it even when the staff are free. She’ll have to do that at her home branch now. We spotted my favourite word ‘SALE’ on the window of a clothes shop and Ihad to turn a deaf ear to her moans at me in order to get Reuben a couple of things. Then we headed for lunch. Kassidy’s was fairly quiet so we found a nice table and got Reuben out of his pushchair and onto my knee where he promptly grabbed two handfuls of my facial hair and pulled. Yvonne ordered a strawberry tea with a baked potato and tuna. I had a pot of tea and a b***n sandwich. Reuben has some milk, blown back out with a raspberry and some dinner which went the same way. I just had to tell people they were natural flecks of colour in my jacket.

The women all thought Reuben was a Cutie and Chris came out of the kitchen to coo a little. Meanwhile he has such a death grip on my moustache I had to offer a corner of my bread to occupy his hands. Just as well he didn’t realise the bread was sans content. As we finished there and Reuben was once again in his trolley, poor Yvonne had to move furniture around to clean up the floor.Reuben had made a bit of a mess too. We left and went to get him some more baby food before heading back up town. It was still just mid-day so we had a wander round Lidl. It must have taken longer than we thought as I had to leave them at the till and fly to get to the hospital. I made it. I didn’t have long to wait before it was over again for a couple of months. I must be nearly empty now though. I came out of the hospital slowly looking about for a missing daughter and grandson. I was halfway back to town before I met them. Yvonne had missed the hospital ( just one road away). How anyone can lose a building that big I don’t know.

We got home safely and my phone had a message to say Lis wasn’t well and wasn’t able to come out. That meant I could be bullied by Reuben without a break now. He did eventually nod off, no doubt knackered from beating me up. As Yvonne held him on her lap I nipped outside for a ciggie and then did some messages so tonight’s batch wasn’t too bad. My prescription drugs were delivered and I took Reuben when the phone rang and it was the Gas Company to sort out my problems. Yvonne got all my queries answered and someone is coming out in April to assess moving the meter. Also, towards the end of April they’ll assess my payments again an d issue a refund for the credit’s on my accounts. Just as well since they’ve changed the direct debit for gas up by £20 a month despite owing me and not the other way round.

It was 7.00pm before Ugo arrived tonight since the traffic was bad an then the local chippie was closed and he had to go back into town. I was about to start on Rueben’s arm when he turned up. I couldn’t finish it all but Ugo had no problem with his plus his chocolate puddings. Reuben used great big Doe eyes but couldn’t get a taste. It was 7.45 pm before they left and baby was tired. Still he was as good as gold when I put him in his car seat. I hugged them all and they’d gone. I came back in and tried to make it look like a herd of buffalo hadn’t just passed through then straight in here to start work. I’m up to date for now but think I’ll call it a night. It’s a Night ! Off to read a book.

Wednesday. It was a late start this morning as I lay in bed until almost 7.30 am. I was awake but not motivated at all. When I finally moved, I had time to turn the computer on, nip to the loo and then do about four messages before going to feed the fish. I took my coffee back to the computer and resisted the urge to go back to bed. Just before 9.30 I got washed and dressed to go out for some baps, ciggies and a kitkat that miraculously appeared in my hand at the till. I did manage to get as far as home before eating it. I worked on until the first batch of post was cleared at about 10.15 am then decided to go through to the lounge. Unusually I made a second coffee and sat down to watch a film about George Washington and the Continental Army that was about to start.  I was no more than a couple of minutes into it when glancing out of the window I saw my nephew David approaching and he was carrying a box.

Intrigued I went and opened the front door for him. I was greeted with his usual smile and he placed the box in my arms telling me it was something he’d picked up free of charge ( I never believe him) at the weekend. As we went through to the lounge and he headed off to make himself a cuppa I found the box was full of discs from the front of various Family Tree and Genealogy magazines. There look to be some excellent records there which may help in my quest to get past some stumbling blocks. I’m really very grateful. Though he wouldn’t accept anything for them, there was a small job on the computer I was at least able to help him with. He’s not been lucky enough to develop the kind of interest as I have and therefore has no idea what to do sitting in front of the screen. A shame really as he has the time to become really good. He wouldn’t stay for lunch but left to go and do some shopping before going home.

I had lunch and then spent the early part of the afternoon thinking of my nieces Karen and Jo. They’re in my mind quite often and I’m just looking forward to seeing them in early April. It’s just hit me what an odd month that will be. Mike away, my nephew Lee away, I think Yvonne and Ugo are away for a week of it and then Ugo’s mother will be staying with them over Easter. My world will be quite empty except when the card sharps visit on a Wednesday.Talking of which, that’s today. I did some catch-up work between about 3.00- 5.30 pm then went to put a quiz on the box while I awaited my visitors.  Dil and Matt turned up at about 5.45 pm and watched the end of the quiz while I made drinks. As it finished I erected the card table and set out the Scrabble. We’d just managed two words each when Lee turned up so we abandoned the game and started again with all four of us. Lee was telling us about going to Japan with his lovely wife in April for a month. Then the subject turned to the problems in The Ukraine and also the missing airliner. Concentration was not on the game for a change. I can remember that I lost and Dil won. Out came the cards for Nomination Whist, I lost again. This is becoming habit forming now. Dil suggested as there were four of us that perhaps we play partners at cribbage. I had Lee as my partner and he’s not played before. I found it hard to try and explain the basics .The game was progressing well and it had been Matt’s deal so his was the box. ( For non-players, the box is a second hand the dealer gets). When we’d played the lay-down part and it came to counting points in the hand Matt ‘accidentaly’ mixed his hand and his box together so Dil ( his partner) helped sort out what he’s played and passed the two hands back to him. His hand had some thing like 6 points, but when he turned the box over it was a 24 pointer with two eights, a seven and a six with a seven as the turn-up card. He admitted he’s not sure if he separated the two hands correctly but it would have been criminal not to have the box with the cards it now had. The cheating didn’t save them as Lee and I won ( Come on, I was doing the scoring). They left at just gone 9.30 pm.

I came through once I’d tidied up and stored what few biscuits Matt had left me. ( One I think). I’ve caught up with the mail again and managed this post for 11.30 pm so I have time for a short read now. Before I go though, it interests me to ask how many of you still play games at home either with your children or just as adults. With the advent of the computer I’m sure lots of people game, but alone these days or in RPG’s on the net and I just wonder if the social aspect is being lost with all the laughs that can be had. Night all.

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Thursday. Sleep at about 1.00 am and up again at 3.10 am so I went to see if I could nod off on my chair in the lounge. Fat Chance ! I’m not especially nosy but every movement outside caught my attention. One elderly male neighbour turned his light on and walked stark naked into his lounge. Hell, I wish he’d used an iron. Lucky for me the light was soon turned off again but I’d already put dark glasses on so I could see nothing more. It wasn’t too long before some dozy beggar woke the birds and their morning chorus started.  I gave up trying to sleep and came through to the computer. I never open the curtains there as the screen faces the window and it makes it extremely hard to see. At least there are no distractions.

I saw to the fish at 8.00 am and spent half an hour sorting my drugs for the week before making myself a coffee and taking it back through to continue with my mail.  The latest annoyance are messages that look genuine until opened which then say my payment owed of $212.50 ( or similar ) is ready to be paid if I just click the link. Since I know no-one owes me anything it’s a pain not being able to just delete them. The wind started howling outside in a repeat of yesterday’s gales but today the rain came too. I’m not going to complain as the Spring flowers need a drink and we’ve had a reasonable run of dry and sunny weather. It does sound awful out there though. By 9.30 am I’d finished and got myself ready to go out. Unfortunately I need my lottery tickets and some biscuits. At Pauline’s shop I met Darren the postman who said he had a parcel for me. Amazing since the item was only ordered yesterday. I texted my nephew David to let him know and had a response later to say I’d have a visit tomorrow.

More mail and blog comments when I got back and the parcel was delivered. I put it to one side for David to open in the morning. Lunchtime came and I fed my face on a lamb shank. Thanks Asda, it was very tasty. As soon as I’d washed up I turned on an old film and promptly nodded off. I didn’t wake till 3.00 pm. On checking the computer I found a message from Yvonne to thank me for a parcel she’d received along with a message from me. It was full of bags of apple crisps apparently. I confess here and now that if Yvonne hadn’t told me about the message in the parcel I might have denied it was me. I’ve only got a vague recollection of doing it a couple of weeks or so ago. I worked until 5.30 pm then went for tea before Law and Order started. I watched TV until 8.00 pm and then came back through to find 82 pieces of mail waiting. I also wanted to order something from Amazon.com for delivery in the U.S.- it wouldn’t let me so I went to my account with Amazon.co.uk. It let me get through the order process then refused to send the good abroad even though .com import via the same firm. Aarrrgghh. In the end I went to  http://www.englishteastore.com/ where if you live in the U.S. you can get a great selection of British food…….including my Border Dark Chocolate Gingers. It’s probably not the only place but they’ve been excellent with their service so far. Anyway, someone is due to get a nice birthday gift soon. Mail done, blog done, it’s time for a short read I think.

Friday. It was 3.55 today and even though I was reluctant, I knew I wouldn’t nod off again just yet. It was worth starting on the post to give myself  a little leeway later. I worked up to 6.15 which brought me up to date with the 82 waiting in my box so I took a chance and lay on top of the bed. It seemed to take a while but I did manage and stayed there until 7.20 am. I’d had a treat so I gave the fish one and fed them early today. There were only 30 new messages when I got back so I was able to get washed and dressed before 9.30 as I’d no idea what time David would call for his parcel. As it happened I worked on and off between mail and family tree until almost 11.30 am when I decided to go through to the lounge  I’d just stood up from my desk when there was a knock at the door and David came in. He was going to Broughton Park near Chester to a shop he’s heard about and asked if I’d like the ride out. Me- Shops, what do you think? I was in the car before he was. It turned out the shop is my favourite shop there, it’s called Home Sense and has really nice and unusual gifts, furnishings etc. It’s partnered with TKMAXX.

David was after some items from the sale displays and went straight to the appropriate shelves. I paused a little and enjoyed some of the wonderful Japanese style furniture and some of their ceramics. I was just catching up to David when I saw some tea bags with green tea, pomegranate and cranberry that I thought Yvonne might enjoy. Then a cute little table caught my eye with a glass top under which sits an ornate clock so there’s no chance of not knowing what time it is if you’re having a cuppa. Lastly I saw a sale if the craft section and found a sweet little motto and surrounding leaves that go on a wall I thought  might look quite sweet in the hallway. I’ll have to ask Mike what he thinks as his hands are steadier than mine. Having finished in there we nipped next door to have a coffee and sandwich as my lunchtime meds were late.  David ran me home again then headed off to collect some thing to go on his next Charity Car Boot Stall. I’m always happy to donate stuff to that as he does it for the hospice Ju was in at the end. I think he’s brave considering the last traces of his own cancer haven’t been eradicated yet.

I worked all afternoon on the mail and was glad to see a couple of KDP Royalty payments for last month. I stopped at 5.00pm to make a sandwich and watch a quiz. I wasn’t sure what time Mike would arrive as he’d gone to his Dad’s today to sort some problems for him.  He still wasn’t here at 7.00pm so I didn’t get a decent hairwash this week but I can do so tomorrow. The man has nails and uses them. I get my hair washed and my head scratched at the same time. I really miss being able to do that. It’s one of those odd things that brings on an angina attack, like raising my arms above my head sometimes does. It’s as well I don’t have to cheer Wales beating England at rugby these days or I’d be in trouble. He eventually arrived at 8.30 halfway through Agents of Shield which he likes so we had to start it again at 9.00 pm so he could see it all. I decided to head through here then as he complained he hadn’t had much of my company. No Comment. I finished the mail which was a measly 29 this time, had chance to do my blog and am now going to read a little more about King Alfred and the Danes. See you all tomorrow.

Saturday.I’ve already been threatened with exposure in the comments so I’ll confess my guilt up front and admit I didn’t get up this morning until Mike’s alarm went off and woke me at 7.00 am. I have no idea what happened but as I went to the loo a voice chirped out a good morning to me as I passed his bedroom. I was frankly amazed he was awake and thought he must realize I’d only just got up. A few minutes later as I was preparing drinks Mike came to the kitchen. He said something along the lines of  “Aren’t you surprised I’ve come through for my drink?” My less than charitable response was ” I’m surprised yo’re not  waiting for the second alarm before moving at all.” I expected a sharp retort as usual but was rewarded with ” Huh, starting on me when I’ve  just got up.” I should have bitten my tongue off at that point but no, I had to open my mouth, “No, I’m starting on you when I’ve just go up.” That was it. The realisation of what I’d said registered and I knew I’ll not live this down easily and won’t be able to tease him about not getting up in future. It strikes me now that I’m sure he drugged me last night.

We left at about 7.45 am and my computer wasn’t turned on. All I could think about was unanswered messages and how many more there’s be when I got home. We arrived at the store just before 8.00 am and I’ve never seen anyone look so smug. Nothing at all I could say. We shopped, we had coffee ( mine was iced) and we left. First stop on the way back was Flint and we picked up a couple of things I needed from Home Bargains, a brilliant shop, then headed for another coffee at Temptations. No Ceri today as somehow she’s managed to get another weekend off to avoid us. Anyway, as per a suggestion here are some shots of Temptations for you.

Temptations

Temptations 

Daniel at work

Daniel at work

Great Staff

Great Staff

Temptations to resist

Temptations to resist

I sort of promised I wouldn’t call Mike a pig in this post so let me just say The Gannet has a teasted toecake as well as both his and my biscuits with his drink. He did allow me to have real sugar with my drink bless him.  There was a good conversation going on about learning to drive and before I could stop him Mike took his revenge early and related a story about some unforgiving hedges upcountry that a certain nameless person became acquainted with. When we left Flint it had just begun to rain so we drove home to unpack the shopping. That didn’t take too long as I can’t afford food these days with all the clothes I bought recently. So, I left Mike showing his feminine side sorting out Ju’s flowers and putting them in a vase. He let me escape to the computer to check how bad the mail was. I was very relieved to find it less than 100 and made a start. I’s almost done at 12.30 pm when Mike came to see what we were doing about lunch. I knew Tariq had made him a brilliant and kind offer to help make a lid for his fishtank that he could use a new lighting system on. I also knew he’d bought and brought with him  a piano hinge to fit on the lid so The Ivy Emporium seemed the best place ( as well as being a great choice anyway). As soon as I finished the mail we headed off. Just as well as I was starving and needed my lunchtime tablets. The traffic was atrocious as the coast road seems to have work parties digging up or laying down every hundred metres. We eventually arrived and found a table. Angie came over to say hello and Mike went in search of Tariq who as usual was working on one of his projects. I followed to say hello to Tariq and to ask Mike what he wanted me to order. “Jerked pork” came the response and I promise I bit my tongue.

As I got back to the table the lovely Helen came for a welcome hug . As she headed back to the kitchen I took the chocolate I’d brought with me to the counter just as Tariq came to take my order and sort the drinks. I have to say I haven’t had the great pleasure of meeting many people like Tariq and he did bring a lump somewhere when he made a comment later about moving from the friends stage to family which is actually a fairly good way of describing my feelings- and I’m supposed to be the wordsmith in this family. Lunch came and was dutifully eaten, though Mike said he was surprised I could finish considering I had two lunches……completely untrue.

Ivy Empori

Ivy Empori

Ivy 2

Tariq the barista

Tariq the barista

Where the puds are.

Where the puds are.

After leaving we had a change and headed for Prestatyn where we scoured the charity shops and an antique shop looking for a set of fire digs and some fire irons. We were only partly successful. On the way home Mike stopped off at a small antique place you may remember from a couple of weeks ago and managed to find a small set of fire irons. Not what we wanted exactly, but they’ll do for now. We arrived home safely and Mike went off to watch the football results on TV so I was able to gt on with some work. By the time I’d finished the results were in and Mike wasn’t looking too happy. It’s not that his team had lost, they hadn’t, but that the competition in the league had won so convincingly they were ahead of his team. He improved a bit when his lot won 2-0 a little later after a late kick off. I went through to watch a little TV with him and then had a shower after he’d been kind enough to was my hair again. A bit more TV and some supper brought us to 10.00 pm when I’ d no choice but to come finish the mail off. That done I could start on the weekly epistle which I’m happy to say is now done. I wish you all a fantastic weekend, or what’s left of it and a brilliant new week, hopefully full of Hugs.

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