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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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Piratical Birthdays , Duvet really cost that much? & The Robbery

Sunday.  5.08 am today.These lie-ins are becoming a bit of a habit again. There’s no mad rush this morning so I should easily have had time to bring the emails up to date. I was a good half way done when I went through to see to the fish who were in quite docile mood . I was suspicious but nothing I could see gave me cause for concern. I turned to my tablets and a drink just putting the makings in Mike’s mug as I knew there was no chance of a Christmas miracle in August.

I went back through and continues with my messages making sure I was very careful what I opened after nearly going blind the other day.Yvonne blushed when she read that account, Mike of course laughed and said even at my advanced age I should recall what one looks like and what part goes where when the occasion arises….. to coin a phrase. I was within two or three messages of finishing when Mike’s alarm went off at 9.00 am so I made him a coffee and took it through. I was devastated when my ‘Coffee’s Up Bro’ received a “Fine, thanks very much” instead of the usual startled -deer in the headlights- response..I went and finished the last few messages and got myself dressed then sat with Mike in the lounge.

At 9.45 am Mike was dressed too and ready to go out. He’d promised to take me to pick up some choc ices and maybe have a coffee. I’d just put my coat on when he decided I needed a shave and I had to take the top half off again. Because my hands were shaking he took delight in doing the shave and making not too veiled threats with the razor.It didn’t take too long and we were on our way again. He even let me get dressed again first. Getting the shopping took no time at all but it was a big disappointment to find Temptations wasn’t open until 10.30 am . As we had to get ready for the party we didn’t have time to wait. So, back home again and I made Mike a drink while I checked my messages and cleared as many as possible. At 10.45 am we were on our way.

In Chester we drove down to the quayside of the River Dee but there was no parking free so we had to drive up the hill again and I took him to a little out of the way parking place that only charges £4 per day. Then of course we had to walk down the hill again to go to a cafe for something to east so I could get my tablets out of the way.It was pleasant enough. That done  I took him through the lower reaches of the park until we found the party in full swing at the top.There were a lot of people there but Yvonne saw me and put me a chair out of the way by my nieces. It was nice to see so much of my family there, and Reuben was in full form with beaming smiles as people called for his attention. He did have some time for his Pops though and didn’t even assault me once.

The Mystery Welshman Presents.....

The Mystery Welshman Presents…..

birthday partybirthday cake

reuben and mummy

 

 

Pirate King

Pirate King

Left to right... Stacey (Danny's partner) Danny ,eldest grandson Reuben, Me, Ugo Karen, Mike , Jo Yvonne, Jen & Lee

Left to right…
Stacey (Danny’s partner)                                          Danny ,eldest grandson
Reuben, Me, Ugo
Karen, Mike , Jo
Yvonne, Jen & Lee

The weather stayed fair for part of the afternoon but at 3.00 pm you could see the rain was due. Most people decided it was time to leave  and started to pack up. One or two hadn’t made it at all and missed seeing the children rush off with their little goodie bags and blow up swords. The cakes were packed and I moved the chairs under the canvas out of the rain then Mike and I said our goodbyes and left for home. We had a quick stop on the way to buy a blow up bed.                                  Once indoors I made a drink and left Mike playing with something, (I’ve warned him he’ll go blind) on his phone while I attacked the emails again. I stayed there till 6.00 pm then went and joined Mike in the lounge. I managed to force a bit of BFG down for my tea but poor old Mike wasn’t sure his stomach would take it (I hope mine isn’t like that at HIS AGE). At 9.00 pm a car programme came on which bores me to tears so I was able to escape for another try. I’m doing well.

Monday. 5.01 am And all’s well. I saw the emails and nearly went back to bed. I would have done too if I hadn’t realised the mail would still be there but a darn sight bigger when I got up a second time. I bet Gypsy Rose bloody Greta or whatever her name currently is couldn’t forsee that. By 7.00 am I was barely halfway  but the fish were rehearsing The Indian Love Call from Rose Marie, I cold hear the delicate strains of When I’m Calling You  drifting out each time a bubble broke on the surface of the water. When I’m called, I go. It didn’t take me long to feed the smug little beggars and I thought while I’m feeding them, I might as well feed myself- just not to fish food thanks. I took all I needed to take and smoked the timing cigarette ( I suppose it would be easier to get a kitchen timer just not as much fun). At the right moment I put the toast in and brewed my coffee. Just for a Bank Holiday Monday treat I had jam on my toast today. I really know how to live. After I’d taken the two after meal tabs I carried the coffee through to the bedroom to carry on working.

I was coming towards an end about 8.30 am and I heard Mike groan so I thought he was awake. I went and made him a coffee and took it to him. He was fast asleep again. I did wake him but not for any sadistic purposes ( for a change) but because he was going to his Dad’s today to do some shopping. He did get up and soon enough he was on his way. I decided to finish the mail before doing anything else. Ha, finish the mail, not a cat in hell’s chance. I took my place before the monitor again and ploughed in. I broke off to rest my shoulders and watched an episode of Big Bang Theory then got stuck in again until 11.45 am when I broke off to see to my lunch. I took an hour’s break and watched my antiques programme then headed back to my room again. It was a real stop-start time nodding off and forgetting where I was so I gave in and went through to the lounge for a nod off. No sooner had my eyes closed than the phone started.  I went and unplugged it and fell asleep in glorious silence. I enjoyed a really nice hour or so before waking and deciding to enjoy an iced lolly while I worked. An iced lolly when I’m freezing? I wasn’t expecting to put the heating on yet.

About 5.00pm I’d had enough. There weren’t too many left but I needed a break. I found the last part of the film Zulu Dawn on and was able to see the Zulu nation showing guns don’t always make you a winner.Then at 6.00 pm  there were 2 short quizzes on which I enjoyed. Halfway through I went to get something from the bedroom and found a message from Mike, “On way”. As succinct as usual. At 7.00 pm I started to clear some more accumulated mail  and at 7.15 pm in he walked so I had to stop and make coffee and hear his news….only after I was told what a lazy beggar I am for not getting dressed all day. He’s had a successful expedition anyway and found all the things his Dad needed. We chatted until University Challenge came on and followed that up with a programme on Scotland’s Independence with a debate between Alex Salmond, First Minister of Scotland and Alistair Darling the ex Labour Chancellor and a Scotsman to boot, and after watching most of it I wish someone would. I really dislike those debates where one person decides that attacking the person is a good policy. My opinion, if the people of Scotland want independence, let them have it. They want to continue using the same currency which is fine despite what petty David Cameron says, and they’ll be better of than they will be if Labour get back in here next year and run the country into the ground again or under the Tories who want to take benefits off everybody and buy shares in the privatised health industry. I had to leave at 9.30 pm as I was getting cross and also because I needed to get to work.

Here are two pictures I was asked to provide by Roughseasinthemed of the new curtains and my bookshelves.

New Curtains

New Curtains

 

 

New Shelves

New Shelves

Here’s the obligatory picture of my grandson playing in part of my birthday present to him…The Ball Pit.

ball pit boy

 

Tuesday. Back to 4.34 am today but hey, Mike was saying we’d go out today since he’s going to be returning home to get the car M.O.T.d, this gives me plenty of time to catch up before we go out. I wasn’t sure what time he’d set his alarm for ( hopefully before noon. lol) but I went through to the kitchen at 6.30 am to make some toast, after the fish had been fed of course. I’m not stupid enough to put them in second place. After dealing with all the usual jobs I went back to carry on and became quite distracted by some of the mail. Kindness can catch me unawares sometimes. Before I knew it I heard the alarm go off, it was 8.30 am. That doesn’t mean he paid any heed to it of course other than rolling over and sleeping on his other side, but at least it gave me time to make his coffee. I took it through with a cheery “Morning Bro” then headed back to my desk knowing that was only the first of multiple calls. I only had a couple of messages to do so finished those before going back to ty again. The beggar was up and drinking his coffee already. I wonder if this is operant conditioning at work.

There was a brief discussion along the lines of “Where do you fancy going”?- “No, where do you fancy”? Repeat chorus a few times before we decided on the coastal town of Rhyl because Mike decided I might be able to start my Christmas shopping and find some of the more unusual items there. We left about 9.30 am and had quite an easy run without too much traffic on the roads. When we arrived in Rhyl we parked on top of a store in a car park that had an overhead covering of netting to discourage the seagulls which can make rather a mess of a clean car. We entered the precinct itself by way of a lift (elevator) and started looking round one of the larger shops. There were plenty of nice-but ordinary gifts around and nothing appealed.We left there and went to the covered market for a cuppa and a look round. Some dragons but nothing Mike liked enough to buy. The same problem in the next shop and the one after that was closed anyway. Mike needed the loo so I showed him the way. When he came out I was grumbling about a public loo that you have to pay to use. I don’t like that idea at all and was grumbling all the way to the next shop I showed him.

This time there was a dragon that interested him and I was able to get him a belt and a dragon buckle too. We did a couple more shops and still I was not inspired to buy anything except chocolates so we headed back to the car and left Rhyl behind us as we headed to The Ivy for a late lunch. It was very quiet in there when we arrived and we were able to talk to Tariq quite a lot. He made our drinks and tried to animate me with a double shot then took the order through to Shella who was cooking. No sooner had he done that than more people came in. Once they were sorted we carried on chatting until the meal came when he left us to eat in peace. As we finished Shella came through and she and Tariq stood and chatted with us for ages. It was as well the other guests were drinks only and not food. Eventually the time came to go and we headed home though we stopped outside Pauline’s first while I got milk and bread. Once home I made Mike a coffee and left him playing games on his phone while I came to do the mail which took until almost 5.00 pm. As I went through to the lounge there was a decidedly sarcastic cheer. He told me he’s here till the weekend as the car is booked in on Monday now.

It seemed to be quizzes, quizzes and more quizzes followed by 2 episodes of M.A.S.H. then a murder mystery starring Diana Rigg as the Investigator set in the 11920’s I think. At 9.00 pm there were moans as I deserted him to come back through here to deal with the accumulated mail and the blog. I hope to be in bed by midnight.

Wednesday. I think it was about 12.30 am when I turned my light off last night. I don’t suppose it was too long before I got to sleep having felt tired all day. I’m not sure how tired I was but I didn’t open my eyes this morning until..WAIT FOR IT…07.55 am. I knew I was in trouble and grabbing my dressing gown, just flew out of the bedroom. My bladder was reminding me how close I came to wetting the bed. As I reached the kitchen I saw the top of the tank begin to wobble and I could see all the snails formed into a pyramid with the sharp end at the bottom. the upper end was preparing to move the lid. Directing operations was the albino cory. I fumbled with the lid of the fish flakes and threw a couple of flakes in for the fantail and threw some plec food in for the rest. The pyramid slowly collapse without it’s grip upon the lid and the cory swam about trying to look innocent. It didn’t work. I knew who my nemesis was now.

Mike’s alarm went off a few minutes later and though I boiled a kettle up I didn’t prepare a drink. Instead I quickly rammed a pre-food pill down my throat and took the rest of my meds to keep me from being paranoid about the fish.I quickly ate some toast  and just as I finished, in walked Mike and handed me his dirty mug from the bedroom then headed for his chair. I went back to making his coffee and placed in in front of him where he could grope for it with his eyes closed and then went back to my bedroom via the loo. For the first time in living memory it was past 8.00 am and my computer wasn’t on. This could spell disaster for Western Civilisation (I use the word loosely ) this sudden breakdown in communication. Mind you it keep doctors in work as I’m liable to have a massive heart attack when I see how many there are. In actual fact there were only 68 at that point. I started to work while Mike gained consciousness and we got to debating the day’s itinerary. By 9.00 am the conversation had reached the same standard as yesterday’s. MIKE. ” Where do you want to go?”  ME “No, where do you want to go it’s your holiday?” When it comes down to it we spend so long arguing we never have time to go anywhere. In the end after remembering he promised we could go for a roast beef dinner today and me reminding him that Wednesday is games night we had to settle on just going in to Flint. Mike was looking for a mandolin but not of the musical variety unless there are some very adept chefs out there. I wanted a fold up chair I could use on games night when there are four of us playing. I at least was lucky though Mike did find some mandolins on ebay at my suggestion. We had a coffee at Temptations which was nice then came home to let me work for a while before lunch. He’s lucky to have got me out of the house really.

I worked till 12.30 pm then we set off for The Bells of St Mary which is a carvery I’ve mentioned before, usually before the Ivy opened though as we’ve not been there since then with the exception of my birthday when I had no say in the matter. We had a really nice dinner in there and came out full. Straight back home so I could carry on working at catch up, though I stood no chance. I worked from about 2.00 pm to almost 5.00 pm then went to watch TV with Mike till Dil and Matt arrived just before 6.00 pm. When they came I made drinks,  put the table up and brought out Balderdash as the first game. Some people’s ability to lie under pressure is immense which is why I lost by one point to  my own brother who deceived me. Next I brought out the Yahtzee  and that was an unmitigated disaster as Mike managed to get three in one game alone somehow giving him a score of 500+. There was no way I could compete with that and I think the Devil must have bought the souls of Dil and Matt too since I lost that too. Finally I got the cards out and set up for nomination which I actually won. YAY.

Dil and Matt left a little later than usual at almost 9.45 pm so Mike and I tidied up and I washed the post. I grabbed some biscuits and left Mike to make his own supper while I came and attacked the post. 131 pieces. Ouch. It took absolutely ages so I’m late doing this now. One piece was a real treat which I will share with you. It came top me under the heading ‘I will never let you down. you need help’ which was enough to ensure I opened it.

Dear David,I have sent you 5 or 6 mails proposing that you accept my totally free help without any commitment, but I have still not received your request and I will not deny that I am really beginning to worry.I feel that you will deprive yourself of my help when you really need it.  You are aware of the fact that I have enough experience to tell you that in life there are ups but there are mostly downs.  I myself have gone through tough times and I can quite understand why you are hesitating about accepting outside help to improve your life!However; you must understand that when a real opportunity to improve your life comes your way, you should not ignore it.   I am here to help you David, and to offer to you what no one else has ever been able to offer you: FAST, PRACTICAL AND EFFECTIVE SOLUTIONS!I wish I could prove to you that all my years of experience are able to make all the difference and to help you effectively in all the areas of your choice (LOVE, HEALTH, MONEY, LUCK, SUCCESS, HAPPINESS… etc. .) but for that you must agree to my request free help by READING HERE!I am counting on you to ask for my FREE HELP WITH NO OBLIGATION before I can no longer accept any new requests for help (do not forget that I am working with a very limited number of people so that I can focus totally on the quality of my services!)READ HERE TO RECEIVE MY FREE HELP, TO BENEFIT FROM MY ADVICE AND MY EXPERIENCE, TO IMPROVE YOUR LIFE!

Sending you a big hug,

 

Annie
Your dear and loving Granny Annie

Why aren’t you all in bed?

Thursday. I’m really without any explanation of what’s happening at the moment. Today I woke at 7.04 am and cold panic got a grip on my heart, at least I think it was cold panic and not a bucket of water from the fish. Conscience got the better of me and I wandered through to feed them leaving scorch marks on the carpet.  I was sure they’d forgive me five minutes. As I turned the light on two of the heavy mob were attached to the glass no doubt watching me woith their beady eyes before reporting back to their boss’The Albino’. I wasted no time in feeding them. Backing away rapidly I took my tab and made myself a coffee. I didn’t feel like hanging around to make breakfast today somehow.

I went to work on the computer till 8.00 am coming across an even worse letter than yesterday…..

Hi dear,
It is my pleasure meeting you,
I am Ann Ben, I am a United State Army officer, from united state of America, am supportive and caring, looking forward to get a nice friend, I read your profile here in and pick interest on you,
Here is my email address I will introduce myself better and send you my picture as soon as i receive your mail
Ann

This leaves me very worried about the standard of Officer in the United States Army from the United States of America since English ( even the American way) doesn’t seem to be her first language. Is this bulwark against the rising threats against the World’s safety really in the hands of this woman. Personally I have an idea that a shock might be in store for me if I answered this and my poor shattered mind couldn’t cope with more explicit photographs. The real, thing maybe, but photographs NO. It probably took me a long time to do few messages because of laughing at this poor attempt to ensnare me. I wonder what would happen if I tried to say I was gay, would she/he pretend to be a man or be a man maybe? Maybe I should try asexual.

It was just gone 8.00 am and I heard Mike padding about. When I checked he’d gone to the loo so I went and put the kettle on. As soon as It boiled I nipped to his room to ask if he wanted it in the lounge or the bedroom ( his coffee I mean) and the beggar had gone back to sleep.Shrugging I went back to work and by 8.45 am I was actually up to date ( as long as I didn’t refresh). As I went to take my cup to the kitchen for washing Mike got up so I finished the coffee off and put it on his table in the lounge and came through to get myself ready for the day. Once I’d dried my eyes from checking the lottery I put my new jeans on and put fresh tears in my eyes as I leaned over with my new belt buckle on. ( Not the one I bought Mike on Tuesday). Back in the lounge we discussed where to go and settled on The Tweed Mill. Partly because it’s within the area so I won’t be too late and partly because Mike bought shoes on his last visit there and wanted to see if they still had them in red. Also, I wanted some new duvets and Mike suggested they’d be better sewn in squares so that the filling doesn’t disappear from the ends and The Tweed Mill sells bedding.

We were on our way about 9.45 am and arrived just after 10.00 am. We had a lovely surprise to see we’d chosen sale time to get there and a bit of a shock to find the red shoes were there but not in the sale. We had a general look round the gents section as the choice of clothes though expensive is great. Real Huntin’, Shootin’, Fishin’ stuff. I took a look at the bedding and found a nice quilt set for Yvonne, I’m fairly sure she’ll like it but the jury is still out on Ugo. Mike and I had a look at the duvets and many of them appeared to be channel sewn except for those at the £100 mark which were either duck or goose feather. I prefer something anti-allergenic. Finally we explained to the lady what I wanted and said I needed a double and a single. She came up with a single which was in two pieces for Summer or Winter weight and had the squares. It was £60 but in the sale TODAY, and the LAST ONE was £35.00. I don’t know what came over me but I agreed. The double which would be feather was £110. HOW MUCH???? I managed to refuse that on the grounds of it being feather so my bank manager might still talk to me rather than shout. We went for a coffee and a bacon sandwich to calm down. Then, because the building has changed a lot since our last visit decided to go upstairs ( The Ladies Dept) to see what they’re doing with all that space. Answer, they need more space because women always have more choice ! Though having said that there were some men,s jackets up there which Mike took a fancy too and chose one. Then I happened to see some shoes down from £60 to £10.99 that I quite liked ( didn’t need but quite liked) and some green shoes that Mike might like ( he did) so I bought my shoes and Mike left with shoes and jacket. I don’t know if he’ll ever forgive me and I think I now have more pairs than my niece Karen who has the reputation of being a shoe-aholic- she even had to have a cupboard specially built.

We left there and drove to The Ivy for lunch. Tariq had given Shella the day off and was doing the cooking and Angie was serving. It was quiet enough when we got there to be able to talk with him but as usual more people followed us in and he was banished to the kitchen. Mike was able to tease Angie as usual which made his day. When we’d eaten I left the money on the counter and we departed for home. Mike went on his laptop for something and I came to deal with mail. Curiosity made me look at ebay and I typed in the name and make of duvet that I’d bought and started running down the list of doubles. Mike came running when he heard the scream. Anything from £18.00 to £30.00 for the same thing in anti-allergenic 10.5 tog to 13.5 tog. If I’d had any tears left from the morning I’d have cried. I started work and stayed there until 6.00 pm when I went through to watch a quiz with Mike.He’d been on the phone with his daughter and then with his son so had missed the Antique show Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is. Lucky for me he knows how to work my catch-up box and we were able to go back and watch it. Not quite as good as a time machine, but close. I stayed until my usual 9.00 pm with him then came through to work on my messages.One from my friend Laurie showed what a genius he is behind a camera and also in charge ofa bucket at a sapphire mine where he did very well. It’s another late night so we’ll see how I get on at getting up tomorrow. Night all.

Addendum. Well, shock , horror. It’s now 2.35 am and I haven’t been to sleep yet and the paramedic has only just left. Not for me though but for Mike. We wuz robbed. It happened about 12.15 am when I had gone to bed to read and Mike was watching the TV in his bedroom. I heard a lot of shouting and swearing. Mike was obviously angry and upset. He was shouting “Get out” and “What d’you think you’re doing you b***ard.” I thought he was having a nightmare but then there was a lot of crashing about. Maybe he’s seen a mouse I thought, knowing he’s fixated on rodents. From Mike’s point of view, he’d just been watching Brother Cadfael when a hooded monk walks into the room. At first he thought it was a ghost and then decided it was me winding him up. It took moments for him to realise it was a very cheeky burglar and for the burglar to realise he’d walked into a hornet’s nest.As Mike started to get out of bed the man ran knocking over a few things and grabbing a couple of jewellery boxes, one of which he dropped. I flew in to make sure Mike was OK as the runt disappeared through the window in the lounge.

Mike had to call the police who sent someone round including a dog handler and a helicopter overhead. I checked the losses. For sure he’d stolen the silver piggy bank I deposit my loose silver in for Reuben but luckily there’s probably about £20 in it.He stole my watch box with five watches and a couple of medals but to be honest that was the most upsetting loss as it contained my favorite watch, a Fossil which Ju bought me in America, irreplaceable. He may have taken a few Crowns too but it looks like he missed Reuben’s coin collection. I can’t look until SOCO have been tomorrow. So, back to Mike, as I said he was obviously upset and his breathing was ragged and rapid which isn’t good. The Police took the details and sent for the paramedic. As it took nearly two hours before they arrived and the police had to go away to a disturbance elsewhere, we managed to get the breathing under control, and Mike fairly calm. They were thorough in checking him and said he was OK at home with me. Of course they couldn’t see me since I can’t talk to strangers. I seem to be beyond sleep at the moment and have been to trim my moustache twice. I have to try and tell Yvonne without upsetting or worrying her and she’s not the only one who I don’r want to tell either. I’ll fill you in on further developments tomorrow.

Friday. Well, I managed to sleep from 4.00 am to 6.00 am this morning. It took a long time for the tension to die down and poor Mike was reacting to every sound. He only slept from 5.00 am to 9.00 am though that may be partly my fault. When I got up I fed the fish early so they’d be in my debt and then made myself some toast after taking my meds. Since it was the day to fill my medicines up for the week it as almost 7.00 pm before I got back to start on the mail. Luckily it wasn’t too bad a I’d had a go at it at 2.00 am as part of my anti-sleep campaign which was quite a success. I was roughly up to date by 8.30 am so I got washed and dressed. As soon as 9.00 am arrived I went out to post the last post card to a friend and visit Pauline in the corner shop. I was surprised she hadn’t hear anything so I said nothing. Last night we were told SOCO or CSI as they’re now known don’t start work until 9.00 am so I was sure I’d be OK out at this time. However when I got back there was a man dusting the front window already. It seems he’d arrived early and had managed to waken Mike with a knock (on the door) and when I went in  Mike was with two police persons being interviewed again.Personally I think they suspect him and if it comes to that so do I. After all, I never saw the burglar. The male left to speak to my neighbours leaving the female Inspector behind. of course Mike was in his element now and no-one noticed me in my bedroom working.

Someone or other was there most of the morning so it was late before we were able to get out. I needed milk which I’d forgotten at Pauline’s and also a claim form for the insurance. They had no forms in the office in Holywell so they were going to arrange for one to come to me direct. I got some money from the bank (the legal way) and we went for lunch in town. I shan’t want to repeat the experience in that place and will go to Kassidy’s in future. When we headed for home I forgot the milk and had to call in at Pauline’s for it anyway. She still mentioned nothing and I was amazed. As we parked up two of my neighbours came up to chat then once in the hose two more visited in turn. One is going away and wanted to give me a kiss and a hug, the other, Bert, came to talk to us about the visit the police had made to him. Neither Mike nor I was too clear if he’d seen someone hanging around. ,Mike and I are sure now that there must have been two of them for the goods to have gone missing as the one he chased didn’t have time to stop and pick anything up. I wonder to if it wan’t a spur of the moment crime as it was so early but Mike thinks the police disagree and that someone has scouted the place and seen the lounge in darkness early because I am usually on the computer by 9.00 pm.

Visitors gone I left Mike in the lounge where I hope’s he’d sleep while I went to work for a while. Someone was coming at 4.15 pm to fit window alarms. On Monday they’re fitting window locks so they can be safely opened so far. I went through to the lounge about 3.00 pm and Mike was awake but after about ten minutes I wasn’t. I did revive for the visit to fit the alarms though.Mike and I had an antiques show and then some quizzes before I wen to get a shower at 7.00 pm. Mike had one after me and it was back to the quizzes again and a programme about a brewery. As usual at 9.00 pm I deserted him and came through to work. It’s been hard going today and I’ve an idea I might sleep tonight at the expense of the fish and my usual early start for shopping.  See you tomorrow.

Saturday. Isn’t it ridiculous. The times I’ve slept in this week and now I need it after Thursday night’s debacle I wake at 3.15 am. Still, as we’re shopping this morning maybe it’s as well to get my mail down to the minimum. During this batch I had a man who knows more about my life, especially my future, than I do and wants me to ask him for help. If he knows something really important why not tell me when he wrote? He could have saved a lot of faffing about. After much deliberation lasting oh, all of half a second, I won’t be writing to him. To be honest, and you may not believe me here,, but I wont be writing to ‘My’ Granny Annie either, since I’m well into my 60’s she’d have to be one of the undead to be my granny.

I’d actually finished (without refreshing) by 6.45 am and went through to the kitchen. I put the light on in the tank and even though it’s Saturday threw an algae wafer in for them. I took my meds, made myself a coffee and put some water in the kettle ready for Mike’s alarm. Second thoughts made me turn the kettle on and as I hadn’t heard the alarm when it boiled I took a drink through to him. I’d asked last night if he’s prefer to lie-in but he’d said no so I made sure he heard me announce the coffee was there. I received a very small groan. I’d gone back to working when I heard the alarm go off at 7.20 am and it rang and rang before being finally turned off. There was still no movement though so at half past I called out that the coffee was getting cold. The reaction was better but it was still a couple of minutes before I heard him go to the lounge. I finished up where I was and joined him or what there was of him because at that point he was definitely not all there. We were out of the house at 8.00 am after I’m made sure his eyes were actually open.

The shopping wasn’t too bad as I didn’t spend any time on children’s clothes this time, though I did check out the duvets. All of them seemed to be the channel sewn ones and Mike is adamant that it would be better to have the square sewn which keep the filling in place much better. Shopping done we were heading out of the store when Mike, who had just bought me a phrenology bust, also tried to pay for my cigarettes which resulted in a tussle at the till to the amusement of the staff. I won in case you’re wondering. We headed for Flint where I checked out some more bedding shops and also got some chocolates before we went for a coffee. We knew Ceri was still off so Trudy and Sian got our attention today. We had teasted toecakes so I could take the food tabs I should have taken if I’d eaten breakfast. Very nice they were. From there I picked up some ice-creams from the freezer shop and a couple of BFG’s one of which I thought we’d have eaten tonight but didn’t so I’ll ask Mike to take it home tomorrow. Just don’t tell him OK? At home we unpacked and Mike defrosted the freezer (with an axe) and put the stuff away which had conveniently landed by his foot. Then he did Julia’s flowers for me while I came back to the computer.

At about 1.00 pm there were just a few messages left when Mike stuck his head in to see about lunch. I came away, picked up some chocolates and we left for The Ivy. Tariq was actually in the carpark when we arrived putting new posts up so we had a chat before going in to see everyone. Angie made us drinks and introduced us to a young man who is working as a waiter. We ordered lunch had a great conversation with Angie as  we ate then Shella came out to see us. She handed me a piece of paper and I thought she was politely asking us to leave ( Mike’s fault of course) but instead it was an invitation to a party and their home address. The conversation got round to the burglary and we had to recount the comedy for them all. To be honest it’s not easy applying humour to the situation as Mike is quite badly shaken and I’m not as confident as I seem.

We were home about 3.45 pm  and it was back on the computer for me trying hard to catch up before 6.00 pm so I could sit with Mike for a few hours. I made it with ten minutes to spare. It was during our viewing that the adverts came on and I saw someone using a tablet. I immediately wondered how much charge was on mine and went to pick it up. Of course that’s another item he waltzed off with on Thursday night the little toerag.I’d not long had it and fitted a memory card to it too. I’m steaming about this. At 9.15 pm I came through for the last assault on the mail and to clear the blog. I hope you’ve all had a good week with a better one to come. Hugs all round.

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