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Fashion Icon for the 60+Group & Shock Tactics

Sunday 31 May 2015

I may have managed time for a read last night and turned my light out about 12.45 am but the opportunity to start my mail this morning came about a bit sooner than I’d hoped. So much for Somnos rewarding his promotions man for effort. After I’d shared his card on my site too! There’s gratitude for you. Just like some people I’ve known, the small gods only seem interested when they want something. So, it was 3.22 am today when I woke up, got up and started work. Not before paying a visit to the  Church of Intermittent Waters though. On Friday I noticed that I wasn’t able to accept invitations to post on Pinterest as the accept/decline buttons were missing. I wrote to  Pinterest about this and they seemed sure it would be my fault. OK, maybe not me personally, but certainly my computer. I was given a set of destructions to carry out to clear the problem which I followed yesterday. Now loading anything you could time by calendar never mind a watch, and certain things like my wordpress I keep having to sign in on. Needless to say, the original problem hasn’t been solved either. Therefore I’m very frustrated this morning, (No Ethel, not like that, though if you do have a sister……) because everything is taking an age. Maybe I should stop whinging like a big baby and be grateful I can give up half my sleep to ensure I have time to do it.

At 6.00 am I took the first antibiotic of the day. I’m glad as I’d been coughing since I got up. All the neighbours have been round to check I’m OK but Mike has just slept through it of course. What’s partly to blame is that apart from the bronchitis, I have a hairball in my throat I can’t clear and can’t wash down to my stomach. Maybe Oscar had a greater influence on me than I thought, I’m now part cat. At 7.00 am I went through to take my meds and make a coffee which I brought back with me. At 7.38 I was up to date and decided to sit in my chair and see if I could not for a while. It worked, I power napped until 8.15 am. Not wanting to come back to work too soon, I picked up the pad in which I’d written the old WIP to see if I could at least bring the last paragraph to a decent end and maybe write a little more to end the chapter. Nothing would come. I did wonder if maybe it would help to scrap that chapter altogether and start a new one in a new place.

Finally at 9.00 am I returned to my room and cleared the post again. It took less than an hour to do both boxes and I was left tapping my fingers. What do idle fingers do, why they head to ebay of course. Naturally I was only checking that the book I’d ordered for Muriel and the jeans my finger had slipped and ordered by mistake had gone through alright.I mean couldn’t be recalled. Damn. While I was there I might as well check on a few other things just to waste time of course. At 9.50 am I was shocked to hear movement so I had to give up and make a coffee. Grumplestiltskin had risen from the pit. The conversation was a little stilted with words and grunts alternately so I turned the box on to a programme about a toy dealer in the US who goes out buying from all over. It didn’t taken long for us both to start recognising things. Not toys we’d necessarily had when we were children but certainly things we’d bought for ours. One thing that made us laugh was when he was buying in a new place a large man dressed like a Hells Angel came through and he thought he might have problems. It turned out he owned the shop premises and he collected Barbie Dolls.

As time went on we got dressed and at 11.30 am headed off to lunch. I don’t think either of us knew where we were going though one or two suggestions had been made.  Mike fancied Llandudno but given how late we were going out we wouldn’t have had much time. I’d suggested Broughton Park given that last weekend we hadn’t finished looking round the shops before we had to meet everyone for lunch . The car took us there. Mike didn’t want lunch when we got there so the diabetic tabs had to wait. He wanted to do the shops first anyway so we had a good look round. It was well gone 1.00 pm when we went next door so Mike could use the loo and while we were there I was able to have a sandwich  so I could take the tabs. I’d have to have a main meal later. As we finished lunch I checked for jeans in the menswear department. Like before I could have the type but not the colour or nearly the colour but not the type. We looked in three other shops where the prices ranged from the sublime to the ridiculous but the problem was still the same. Finally we went to the last big supermarket and checked there. With all the normal stocks the problem was repeated but as we moved off Mike noticed a sale rail ( how the heck did I miss that?)and he found a pair of jeans in almost the light blue I wanted. Unfortunately they were a size below mine and instead of slimfit they were stretch skinny. Oh what the heck, they were in the sale, it was worth £8 to buy them as dusters. Maybe I’d never dare leave the house in them, even if I could get them on but you have to take a risk sometimes.

We drove home again. It was getting on for 4.00 pm when we arrived. I didn’t want to start work again while Mike was still there so I sat and watched a triathlon with him. To be fair, I did watch some of it with my eyes closed I don’t know whether he did. It was 6.00 pm when he finally decided to start his long journey back to the midlands and he refused a meal first. Once he’d gone my fingers started twitching to get to work but I knew I needed to eat so I made that a priority. By 6.40 pm I’d eaten and washed up. I grabbed some grapes to take through and was disappointed to see they were going brown already. I’m hoping the strawberries will last until tomorrow. I came through and finally started work. 236 pieces to go at in the first box. They kept me going until 10.50 pm when I was able to start the blog. I fear the other box will have to wait until the morning.

Reuben on Buffalo Bil's Saddle from his Wild West Show.

Reuben on Buffalo Bil’s Saddle from his Wild West Show.

Away for the weekend

Away for the weekend

A record requested by Mike… I claim nothing to do with this one.

Monday.

I’m going to apologise now. This will be an even more boring day than usual for you. I got up at 3.31 am after reading until 1.0o am I’ve spent the day either working on the mail playing catch up or sleeping.

I couldn’t be bothered getting dressed as I just felt too unwell and I’m sure it’s nothing to do with my system being in shock from eating fruit. Luckily I have a couple of pictures for those who come here for that and a piece of music for those who appreciate my choices.

Sorry, I’ll do better tomorrow I’m sure.

Tyrolean Boy dances with Pole.

Tyrolean Boy dances with Pole.

The poet in contemplation

The poet in contemplation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nope, I don't want to be Frank Sinatra.

Nope, I don’t want to be Frank Sinatra.

A record I really liked from the Temptations. Now a classic.

Tuesday.

I still got to bed around midnight and read until 1.00 am. I had a couple of  disturbed periods during the night starting at 1.40 am but a cigarette and the determination to sleep again overcome them. It was still a 4.24 am rise time though and there was no getting away from the fact I was awake and that I needed a wee. So off to the Piddle Palace I trotted and eventually came back to power up the computer. I had plenty of time before going out to do everything I needed to so I concentrated on my emails until 6.00 am then went to take my normal meds and an antibiotic and have some breakfast. It was an opportunity to take a set of diabetic tablets so I only need one more set during the day.It was getting om for 6.30 am when I went back to the bedroom so I thought I’d better get dressed and not leave it to the last minute. Into the new jeans, no problem with those and a striped jumper to co-ordinate ( Yeah, I bet you didn’t think I knew that word did you). Shoes needed some thought, As the jeans are blue I could wear black which would be my winklepickers, but because the jeans are tight will it make my feet look huge. I have blue boat shoes which would also do but I’m a bit worried about the comfort as I haven’t worn them in yet. In the end I settled on a pair of light brown suede lace-ups since the leather jacket is brown. Sorted !

I made sure everything I needed was in the jacket. Buspass – check, Nitro spray-Check, pouch for cigarette ends-check, debit cards-check, keys- check, phone-check and a new pack of cigarettes. Not that I’ll be smoking much today. I managed as few more messages and then at 7.30 am left the property. I managed to reach the bus stop before it arrived again but it didn’t take long. My seat was occupied though there was only one person on and she was able bodied. I sat behind her. I let Yvonne know I was on the bus then relaxed. When we got into town my seat was vacated so I jumped into it before anyone else could. There is another disabled seat but it’s a double and I don’t want anyone next to me. As usual I had my eyes shut for much of the journey and I’m sure I must have nodded off as we weren’t where I expected us to be when I opened my eyes. We were much further on.  Yvonne and Reuben were waiting at the stop when we drew up. Reuben’s face broke into as grin when he saw me. Yvonne gave me a kiss and a cwtch and questioned me grilled me about how I was. Unusually I didn’t light a cigarette just then.

There was time for a quick look round a shop while we waited for our usual cafe to open. Yvonne managed to pick up a few things but this morning nothing appealed to me. Once the cafe was open in our store we headed there. Reuben got to push the buttons for the lift which he loves. We went up and had a drink. Reuben and Yvonne between them fed him his weetabix breakfast and Yvonne had some toast. I couldn’t face anything after my breakfast earlier. Once we’d done I went to have a look at the gents stuff and found a pair of skinny jeans in a very pale tan/cream which I bought and then in the sale found a v-neck brown jumper and a brown/white patterned tee-shirt to go underneath. It’s another good option for the same jacket and shoes. It didn’t even come to £20. Yvonne found a belt for me for father’s day which made me laugh, a Minion buckle. From there we wandered to the Tesco store to get some cook in sauces for Yvonne and I used the opportunity to empty my bladder.  I find that sometimes I have to bypass Pauline’s on the way home as I can’t get to the loo quick enough. We had a wander round a few more shops then entered the Grosvenor Centre where all the posh shops are and had a look there. We also stopped for a drink of lemonade over ice at the Costa. It was a silly move on my part.

Before long it was time for me to head for the bus stop. Reuben fixed me in place this time so he could wave a finger at me, so generous. I closed my eyes as the journey started. When I got to the other end I had to bypass Pauline’s again as I needed a wee. I unpacked my bag changed out of my coat and shoes and went to get some lunch. Once finished it was straight back to work and there was a lot to catch up on. I found myself wanting to fall asleep again and it was a struggle not too but we fought, I won. I had to wait until 4.55 pm before being able to knock off as it took that long to get both email boxes up to date. About three and a half hours solid work. It was time for my quiz though and I enjoyed that or most of it anyway. I must have been in he last 5 minutes of it when I nodded off. I didn’t wake up until an hour and ten minutes later when my antiques Road Trip had begun, Still plenty left to enjoy. At 8.00 pm it was time to turn off and return to my room. I worked continuously until 10.30 pm then called a halt to do the blog. I may just nip back for quarter of an hour if I finish this before 11.45 pm.

Reuben and his Pops.

Reuben and his Pops.

Fashion Icon in Skinny jeans

Fashion Icon in Skinny jeans

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday.

Remarkably it was another 4.24 am today. It wasn’t long before I wished I hadn’t got up though. My first thought on getting up was the call of nature. In fact these days nature calls so often I’m thinking of charging her rent. It was back to the stop, start again when Mike says I’m just too mean to part with it. I finished and washed my hands and started to leave the bathroom. A wetness on my leg stopped me. I thought it possible that I’d splashed water out of the sink onto my pyjamas, that thought was swiftly thrown out when I realised fluid was running down both legs. Next was the embarrassing thought that maybe I’d wet myself having thought I’d finished when I hadn’t but that thought went the way of the first when I realised it was both legs, and I only had one appendage. Nothing for it but to take a look. As I glanced down I noticed a growing puddle of red on the floor, and as I dropped my pyjama trousers ( the Minions) it became apparent why. For some reason one of the small veins on the surface of the scrotal sack ( bad design flaw) was bleeding profusely. Grabbing a pad of loo paper I stemmed the flow, or at least the second lot did when the first was saturated. I wonder if I caught it with one of my nails. Perhaps I shouldn’t carry nails and screws about but you never know when you need them.(Joke). When the flow stopped, I washed myself down and took my pyjamas to the washing machine. Now it’s Animal from the Muppets. I had the same problem a few years ago when Ju was alive and saw the doctor. He didn’t seem worried so I’m not either. And no Michael, it’s not my feminine side coming out.

Eventually I was able to make a start on my mail. Not as nice as I’d hoped but not as bad as I’d feared given that I didn’t get back to it last night. I worked till 6.00 am then went through to have breakfast and take my tablets. I had cornflakes today.I put the washing machine on though there wasn’t a full load then came back to work. The box of chocolates in my hall  is not proving much of a pull towards whoever decides on the weekly Eurolottery draw, perhaps I should buy a bigger box as my numbers were ignored totally except for one of the two lucky numbers, and that gets you nothing, nada, nil. Maybe I should up the ante and offer cash too. Do you think £100 might do it? I opened the second address and sailed through those so that by 7.45 am I was as up to date as I could be and was playing about on ebay, not ready to get dressed. When I went back in there was a message saying my friend Olga had congratulated me on my work anniversary on LinkedIn. I had no idea what this meant until I signed in. It’s been 6 years this month since I created the Buthidars, what was then called by some The Hugging Religion. I’m pleased since the Buthidars still has a following. Maybe I should make a little more effort to promote then and look to create a Global Hugs Day that I always wanted.

As soon as the wash cycle finished I put the drying part on and left it alone. Time to get dressed. At 9.10 am I went to Pauline’s though it was her husband Jim  who served me. I picked up my TV mag for next week, bread, chips in curry sauce and some cigarettes. Completely by accident a twix fell in my bag and  I didn’t like to refuse it after Jim had rung it up. When I got back and had unpacked everything, I returned to work to keep abreast of incoming mail before my gamers join me tonight. I ran some sheets for the Yahtzee off and used Ju’s old craft guillotine to cut them down to size, they’ve been getting very cocky recently. About 1045 am there was a knock at the door and I expected to find Darren there guessing what my parcels held. Instead it was a postie I haven’t  seen before  holding 2 of the 3 parcels I’m, expecting. Luckily for me one was the important one I wanted, the leather jacket for Matt, the other was my new slimfit jeans ordered through ebay. I haven’t tried them yet. I put them on one side ready to perhaps wear at the weekend. Maybe I’ll wear the other skinny ones just to prove to Mike I can.

At lunchtime I had some stewed steak and microchips while crossing my fingers the warden wouldn’t call in the middle of it. There was a phone message to say she’d tried to come yesterday and since I was out she’d try again today. She didn’t make it. I watched Bargain Hunt while I ate and up to 1.00 pm and managed to stay awake the whole time, then I came back to work again. At 2.00 pm I went through to the lounge and tried to sleep in my chair because I just couldn’t keep my eyes open. I think Somnos felt cheated that I’d seen all of the antique programme, even the auction. I did manage to sleep and was there until 3.40 pm. Then I started panicking about how long I’d got to catch up and flew back to work. I exaggerate a bit, I didn’t fly, just walked quickly enough to make it seem so. There was obviously a lot to clear thanks to my skiving so I just ploughed into it. I thought I was making good progress when the front door opened at 4.40 pm. In stepped Dil a lot earlier than expected. I had to down tools to go and make him a cuppa. He was on his own tonight as Matt was fast asleep when he got home having probably been up all night gaming. He didn’t disturb him. I needn’t have worried about the jacket getting here.

We nattered a bit as he was so early the quiz wasn’t on yet. It’s always pleasant talking to him because we share a similar sense of humour and he’s not afraid to use it. When the quiz was due I turned the TV on and we sat and answered as many questions as we could though we both find the categories a bit odd sometimes. As soon as it was over Dil  got the table out and I got the Yahtzee out. It was a very up and down match with Dil getting a Yahtzee in the first game but losing his bonus while I got my bonus and some good scores and won. The second game I got the Yahtzee but also got my bonus and ended up winning that too. That was my only Yahtzee but in the next game I had great scores as well as my bonus and though it wasn’t by much I did win that. Dil won the fourth and fidth games leaving us with a big battle on for even-Stevens or a big win for me. It went my  way so ended 4-2 in my favour. Dil said “I suppose you’re going to gloat about this on your blog.” I replied. “Probably” and smiled.

Dil suggested Cribbage next . I have a 45 up and down crib board so you would normally just go up and down once. To make it more entertaining we decided to do twice up, once down so it would be first to 135+1. We played best of 3 games and it ended 2-1 to me. Pity there were no witnesses. Finally we got out the Trivial Pursuits. It’s been a long time since either of us played that and we both found that where once an answer would have flashed into our mind, there were now just a lot of gaps. Somehow, more by luck than judgement I got all 6 pieces of pie first though Dil wasn’t far behind me, but everytime I got to the middle he’d ask a sports question to throw me and out I’d have to go again. As it approached 9.30 and his time to go he kindly changed the subject and  I got it. What facial feature is missing from the painting of the Mona Lisa? I’ll put the answer at the end.  After he’d gone I had a quick tidy, washed the pots , took my tablets and came through.

I worked hard until 10.40 am to bring the post levels down, knowing I couldn’t finish tonight, then I stopped so I could come to the blog. Even that seems to be taking longer than usual tonight.

One of Reuben's pals.

One of Reuben’s pals.

What looks like an oven is I think a Hermit's Cave but I need to verify that.

What looks like an oven is I think a Hermit’s Cave but I need to verify that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Answer. Eyebrows.

Thursday.

Another unusual night. I turned the light off about 12.30 am to try for sleep which I thought would come quickly, it didn’t. But, when it did come was disturbed by a desire for the loo at 2.10 am even though I’d been before bed and then another at 3.23 am which I think was an attempt to get me up that failed, though I was up long enough to smoke a cigarette. I managed to get back to sleep but my 4.43 am call was a definite move your butt or else.And yes, I had another wee. When I came back through I powered  up and signed into my bank to check funds. Still the DWP have not corrected their error so I’m £30 down for the third time. I think after the next one they reduce it even more in order to recover the overpayment they say I have which in truth would not be there were it not for their mistake. There’s nothing I can do until someone responds to my appeal letter. That was sent on 21 May 2015 and only logged on their system on 01 Jun 2015. I have to allow 28 working days for them to deal with this but they can’t suspend the threat of recovery until it’s done. So the very system set in place to ensure people don’t have to survive on less than the minimum income guarantee, are willing to put someone under that minimum income themselves. Crazy.

I started in on the mail until 6.05 am when I drifted into the kitchen and took my meds. I also took a pre-foodie and after timing it with a cigarette had some breakfast. I reverted my my cold toast regime this morning which I’m sure does my waist no favours but certainly pleases the taste buds. At 6.30 am I entered the fray again and at just gone 8.00 am the first lot was up to date. I took a few minutes out to wash my coffee cup before coming back to check out my ebay for the day and then to sign into the other mail box. I was alternating between mail boxes all morning and the only interruption was from the postman dropping Muriel’s book through that I sent for. She has nine books from a ten book set and was having a problem with this one but ebay didn’t let me down. At lunch time I had a simple meal and watched my midday  antique programme, I swear I didn’t mean to and wasn’t aware I needed to but oblivion seems to have cast a cloak over me halfway through the auction and I buzz sawed the other part. Even worse, I woke at about 1.55 pm when a programme called ‘Doctors’ was on and I didn’t move. I sat and watched a soap!!!!!

It was 2.15 pm when I returned to my room, a little dazed at what I’d done and dreading what was waiting after more than two hours. Apart from the text from Mike to say he was on his way that is. My guess is 5.15 pm ish. I battled through the afternoon against the battalions directed at me by the opposing mailboxes until at 4.32 I seemed to be clear. I knocked off to relax before Mike’s arrival and who knew when I’d be back again. I even closed down ebay. It was just as well I’d chosen that time. I’d not sat down to watch TV for more than ten minutes before Mike walked in. Actually I think he squirmed in considering how fast he ran to the loo. At least it gave me chance to put the kettle on for him. By the time he’d dropped his case in his bedroom the coffee was ready and we were able to chat about our week thus far before the quiz started. All chatter ended when that came on and all I could hear after that were either the odd question or a querulous voice saying “Wha? or What was that?” I’d tell him to turn his hearing aids up but he wouldn’t hear me. I increased the volume of the TV to just deafening and pretended I couldn’t hear him. After that quiz came the second one and the an old Big Bang Theory. It wasn’t my fault, honest I wanted to be here with you, working. I even stood up to move then found it was the Antique Road Trip and I was stuck, stuck I tell you for another hour.

At 8.00 pm I flung myself from the room to get to grip with your mail but I’m a weak soul and was tempted back at 8.30 pm by the promise of a new episode of Big Bang Theory and after that it would have been churlish of me to walk out on a new episode of Brooklyn nine nine. Having the strength of character I do at 9.30 pm I refused an episode of a programme I don’t like and came through to read and respond to your mail. I’m dedicated I am. I worked until 10.45 on that before coming to do the blog so you could read how dedicated I am. I’m dedicated like that.

If I make it quiver like Pops will it work then?

If I make it quiver like Pops will it work then?

I think the slide's gone all wonky.( technical term)

I think the slide’s gone all wonky.( technical term)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friday.

How’s the song go, Oh what a night…… and it was. Light off about 1.00 am and I was still trying to get to sleep at 2.00 am so back on the light went and out came the book again.  I read until 3.00 am then tried again. Somewhere along the line it worked and I slept until 6.08 am when it was time to get up. As usual my first stop was the piddle palace for five minutes of the daily Will it-Won’t it dance. I washed my hands and moved off to the kitchen where I did the sprays and all the meds leaving me with empty trays. I chose the coffee I’d be having this morning and slipped the pod in the machine ready then I went to get the drawer with my drugs in to replenish the trays for the week. Once that was done and the drawer taken back I made the coffee and came back with it to start work. I powered up the computer and signed into my mail address. There wasn’t much left from last night, but enough to keep me going. I was coming to an end around 9.00 am when I had to leave it and go to do a coffee for Mike. I told him it was there and that I was just going to Pauline’s. If he was up when I got back I’d review some paperwork he’d asked me to look at. A conversation that length must have penetrated as he was up and moving before I’d even closed the front door.

When I got back from Pauline’s Mike was still awake. I unpacked my shopping and got rid of my coat before going through to sit with him. I perused the paperwork he had and said the information looked fine to me. There wasn’t anything I could have added. Then he took a call about his poor;y car and I disappeared back to my room. He came through when the call finished. It appears the garage that sold him the car have decided to offer a piddling 10% of half the bill to repair the car despite selling a nearly new vehicle with such a glaring fault. Even the manufacturer have offered 50% of the whole bill as a goodwill gesture. The garage’s intended goodwill gesture a pathetic £25 on a car that cost £12,000.00 Personally I think they should replace the seals in full themselves since the car was given a 12 month warranty by the garage. They’ve really behaved very badly over this, dragging their feet and not responding to calls as promised. Customer care is very poor. I think Mike should take them to court over this.

He left at 10.10 am to see his father. I just laid into the post I hadn’t finished from one address and then opened the next one and did the same again. I came to a point where things seemed settled at 11.40 am and decided to knock off for lunch. Corned beef, new potatoes and baked beans. Very nice. I was ready to watch Bargain Hunt and remember the auction starting but I swear I have a Pavlovian reaction to it and must have dozed off. I woke about half an hour later at 1.30 pm but sat there just unable to focus and before I knew it ‘Doctors ‘ had started. I didn’t move until at 2.05 pm I suddenly came to life again, realised what I was doing and ran to my bedroom. I’ll have to give up lunchtime telly altogether. It’s hypnotic. I went through the afternoon dealing with mail which had piled up since I’d been away. There was lots of it since I wasn’t just getting the awake Europeans, I was now getting the newly awake N.Americans too. I realised how unstable I’m getting when I visited the loo during the afternoon playing the Lunchpack of Notre Dame calling out for his Eth’merelda. I think I need to get a life. At 4.30 pm I walked away from the computer and went to the lounge. I was hoping I’d stay awake this time. I saw most of my quiz before nodding off yet again and when I woke up twenty minutes later the next quiz was on and Mike was home just making himself a coffee.

We sat and watched the quiz and talked about how his dad is, then at 6.30 pm as I was going for a shower Mike offered to give me a shave as well as do my hair. He was worried about my shaking hands and also that I might cough at the wrong time and having him mop the floors.It’s actually very nice having a professional shave and having someone else you can blame for the blood and the little bits of paper for a change. He didn’t give me any excuse to whinge though. After the shower I made us something to eat then watched the final night of the Antiques Road Trip followed by a programme on the Knights Templar filled with all the usual rumours and guesses. I would have been better entertained if the costumery used hadn’t looked so poor and if the same scenes hadn’t been constantly used. All  in all a major disappointment for one interested in the subject.We seemed to leave it that the Templars have never gone away and are now in fact the Masons with the Templar treasure that was spirited away from Paris before the mass arrests of the Templars throughout France on Friday 13th. For sure I’m sure there would have been some sympathisers who could ensure a warning got through but it’s strange that it didn’t reach Jacques de Molay the Grand Master, unless he thought the order would be able to refute the charges of Philip the Fair.

At 9.00 pm  I came through to start the mail. I thought I’d play a new game tonight, answer two, discard one and get rid of anything that started with an A. Well, it sounded reasonable in my head. I discovered today (again) that I wasn’t getting post from a couple of people I know I follow. It looks as though when I follow that’s all it does. It doesn’t give me new posts from them unless I go in and request them. It also seems that when I do that with new ones I follow, WordPress might be removing the posts of others as though we have a limit as to how many we can follow or receive updates from. If that is the case I’m in trouble as I’ve followed a few new ones recently. I worked until 10.30 pm then started doing the blog . I’m looking for a slightly earlier night due to shopping tomorrow. If I write quickly now I might make it for 11.30 pm. But I’ll slow down if you can’t read very fast.

No laughing at the way we used to dance please.

Saturday.

Even by my standards last night was weird. The light went off about 12.30 am in the hopes that I’d sleep. I did, but only until 2.50 am when I swung my legs out and sat on the edge of the bed. I sat, and sat and sat, seemingly unable to move. I don’t mean paralysed unable, I mean indecisive unable. It was an hour, at 3.54 am, before I suddenly made a decision and sent my legs in the direction of the loo and from there to the kitchen. I put two slices of bread in the toaster, took all my meds and then went to sit down with a cigarette. As soon as I finished I had breakfast and made a coffee to bring back with me. I worked at clearing the mail and had done pretty well by 6.15 am when I took my cup through to wash and to put the kettle on ready for Mike’s drink. As soon as I hear his alarm go off I made a drink and took it through thinking two interruptions might just wake him. At first I got the grunts I expect then suddenly he spoke, in English, plainly. The shock was such that I can’t remember what he said though I think it was along the lines of what a miserable wretch I was for waking him.

I left Mike alone thinking I’d give him another shout when his alarm went off a second time but I was to be surprised, nay shocked, again. He’s trying to kill me off I know it. He got up. One Call and One Alarm only. I had jobs to do seeing to all the bins and the bags. When I came back through he’s finished his drink and gone to the loo. I disappeared to get dressed in my new skinny jeans to see if there would be laughter and derision ( and not just from the mirror). When I’d done so I ventured back towards the lounge and saw Mike getting dressed. It hadn’t long passed 7.00 am. What the Fffff.flipping heck is going on? I took the recycling bags to the bottom of the path and then brought the food waste bin down, leaving the main rubbish bin until we went out. Back inside I could see Mike putting his jacket on so I did the same ( with my jacket not his) and got my crutches out. We locked up and headed for the car. Once we were inside Mike just pointed at the clock and smirked, 7.18 am and we were on our way. I swear I’ve not woken up yet and this is a dream sequence only I don’t think I’ve got this much imagination.

We reached the Supermarket at 7.35 am, before we’ve even left the house normally, I raided the cash machine while Mike got the trolley. After his rush to get there he suggested we have a cigarette before going in.I agreed as my nerves needed it. When we went in I went to get some sweet potatoes thinking Mike had gone to get flowers but I turned round and there he was. I don’t know why he’s doing this, I haven’t suddenly come into money and added him to the will. I must have insulted him. We went together to choose the flowers and he agreed with my choice It was getting scary. This week we went to try and get him some jeans but we had the same luck as I’d had last week- none. We just got on with the shopping. It didn’t take too long again as we’re quite practised at where things are in there. Once done and through the checkout we went for our usual coffee. Then we stocked up on cigarettes and went to the car. It took a few minutes to load up as he’d forgotten to take the bags inside. It wasn’t long though before we were on our way to Flint. Every shop that might sell jeans was visited until we’d run out of shops and developed a thirst. Over to Temptations we went where poor Ceri hadn’t had the chance to hide upstairs and caught him full force. Maybe she’ll have more sympathy for me in the future.

We were going to come home and unpack the shopping when Mike asked if there were any local markets. I said Mold had one on a Saturday and it wasn’t too far away so he headed in that direction and I just told him where to go ( I’ve been doing that for years and he never listens. Maybe it’s because I always end with  Off! ). We had a good stroll round and a nice lunch. The sun was shining though it was quite blustery. He still had no luck with jeans but still managed to get some links taken out of a watchstrap and a new battery in the watch. We finally headed for home. It was about 3.00 pm when we got here and after putting all the shopping away must have been about 30 seconds past when I got to the computer. I thought I was getting away quite lightly with 153 messages in the first mail box. I brought that to an end at 5.45 pm and only had time to do a few from the other load before going through to the lounge for some tea at 6.30 pm. At 7.00 pm there were some programmes on about 60’s music and then an hour of Top of the Pops from the Disco era. It was 9.00pm before I returned to my room again. I had to start on a new catch up programme until just before 11.00 pm.  It was then time for my weekly assault on you all and here you have it.

Have a wonderful new week all. Sending Hugs to help.

 

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Smugness Defeated & The Toastie Tenors.

Sunday, I was sure it wasn’t an auspicious start to the day when I didn’t rise until 5.30 am. Sundays I never mind the early start because of the blog comments that give me pleasure (usually). This morning was no exception but there weren’t too many though they gathered pace as the day went on. At 7.00 am I went to feed the fish but like most Sundays I was being ignored because of their privations the day before. I always wonder if they hold meetings when the light goes off on a Saturday night to see how they’ll react in the morning or whether they all independently come to the same reaction towards me. Maybe they all get high on air and have Sunday hangovers? I took my coffee back to the bedroom bypassing Mike’s room where he was busy with a jackhammer I think. No way I was going to get any response that I could write about on a family blog so I didn’t even try. The sun might be shining but there’s been no mention of a car boot sale. I carried on working steadily keeping apace with new messages until about 9.00 am when I decided to get washed and dressed. I slammed the loo seat a few times for effect but all that got me was a leak and a headache. I decided to have another go at my new app. I need to get the pictures I change on the computer to transfer to my desktop as a jpeg file. Personally I think the fish own this app and have sorted it to thwart me at every turn. I will not be beaten!  Eventually I was beaten. Time to make Mike a coffee and see if I can get him to move. I took it through and put it on the bedside cabinet and said “Coffee’s up bro, it’s cowboy time”. *                                                                                                                                      * For those who don’t know, Cowboy time is Ten to Ten. Just listen to the William Tell Overture or The Lone Ranger theme and you’ll see why. Ten to ten to ten to ten, etc. There was no immediate movement but I’d lit the blue touch paper so it was time to retire. It must have sunk in because he joined me in the lounge about five minutes later. I returned to my pit to do some printing to fill three frames I bought yesterday. Then as I took them through I assessed him to see whether he was awake or not before asking a favour. I needed more ink and more photo paper. He said OK though it didn’t change his speed one iota and it was 11.00 am before we got out. We ended up going to the Argos in Flint where the inks were at least £1 cheaper each and the paper was a bogof offer. Magic. We had a look in a Supermarket just to check prices and I found a sale on nice gifts for Yvonne. On the way in I jokingly told Mike I was having trouble with the forecasted rain ( sarcasm dripping from my chin) since it was so hot. He made a cutting my throat gesture to say don’t wish it on us. When we came out the seats were wet and he looked daggers- nay , full bladed broadswords at me. We headed off for lunch. There were a few cars parked at the Ivy but not so many people inside. Things did improve despite our presence though. Tariq came for his usual hugs, at least I convinced someone how important they are. He made our drinks while we checked the menu so that we were ready to order as the drinks arrived. Angie waved hello from behind the counter and thanked us for the chocolates and Shella passed by waving as she did so which was quite remarkable carrying two bowls of soup. There was a woman at the next table bewailing the portents to her partner, ” I feel doom approaching. The gathering storm is bringing strife…”                                                      “Oh you were expecting my brother then” I said earning myself two glares, one from her and one from the person kicking my shins. The meal arrived and it was lovely.   He can’t have had more chips than me as I suspected because we finished at the same time and then went out for a cigarette. When we came back in there was a piece of lemon meringue pie in my spot. Mike had ordered it before we left knowing that if he wasn’t having a pudding I wouldn’t bother. I didn’t really want it but it would have been so rude of me to refuse at that stage wouldn’t it. As we were about to leave I went to pay and was prepared for the usual argy bargy with Tariq but another customer chose that moment to pay so I was able to leave the money on the counter and make my escape. Mike drove me home and then left on the next stage of his homeward journey and I settled at the computer to catch up on 5 hours worth of messages. I broke off at 6.00 pm to have some toast to take my next tablets with and watched part of a film. An advert came on to remind me to watch The Nation’s Favourite Motown Song at 9.00 pm. As a big lover of my Motown I didn’t want to miss that that I came back through to catch up on mail until then. The answer not unexpectedly was Heard it Through the Grapevine by Marvin Gaye but I was disappointed at the choice of presenter of the programme  and that they played so few songs in the hour and a half it was on, less far too many interruptions for adverts. There will never be another phenomenon like Motown I’m sure. And the nicest thing for me was some of the artists saying how much they loved the UK because they were always greeted by crowds who didn’t seem to notice their colour. Did they have one?

'Brother' Mike

‘Brother’ Mike

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monday. I’d finished the first batch of mail by 6.10 am and decided to go through to the lounge. The minute I got there I knew I should have stayed where I was and tried to master the complexities of this phone and the app on this phone. Over the weekend we’d worked out that I could send emails to myself of the pictures I changed if I was actually close to the computer at the time. I had the perfect way of finding out. I took a picture of the newly completed photo wall at home and decided to send that to Yvonne who hasn’t seen it. She wouldn’t be able to make out the individual pictures but would have an idea of how it looked. Where in the past I’d have had a tape measure to make sure things were evenly spaced and everything would be about balance, now I’ve thrown off ( well OK , stored tidily in a drawer) the OCD yoke and gone for a completely random structure.

Photo wall

Photo wall

I went through to the bedroom and sent myself the pictures. Whilst I was waiting and as it was now 7.00 am I decided to feed the fish and follow the usual routines. Before leaving the kitchen with my coffee I put a load of washing on, due out at 08.30 am. That done I went to check the emails. Plenty there to answer but nothimng from me to me on either email address. I decided to be patient because I know nothing about replastering walls, and settled to clearing the messages in my box. I’d done just before 8.30 am so I went to turn the drier on so the stuff would be ready for me to fold about midday. Then I got dressed and took my repeat prescription request to the chemist. The post had arrived as I got back, still no final parcel from China, still nothing from the ebay purchase of the dragon clock though that’s no surprise. What I did have was an invitation from British  Telecom to go on fibre optic broadband for a bargain sum for 6 months and then roughly what I pay now. Such a shame I’m tied into a 2 year contract with this supplier. I ran the hoover round and found myself getting less my usual calm self when it was picking up on some surfaces but not others. It made the job so much harder than it needs be. I really must see about getting a Mrs Mop to help me out. After putting the hoover away calling it’ legitimacy into question I went back on the computer. Instead of tackling the mounting mail I started playing around with frames, animal faces and changing pictures into watercolours. I quite liked the effect. There was one  effect for an antique oil painting but I wasn’t too taken with that.
Beloved nephew Christmas Tree

Watercolour Wedding

Watercolour Wedding

pussy mike                                                                                                                     Almost Human.

 

 

I was having a lot of fun and losing track of the time. I admonished myself and started on the mail. There were plenty more comments on this weeks blog which was nice and I hope I repaid some of that kindness by tweeting blogs and books and commenting on blogs too. I worked out that my tweets have the potential to hit 3000 followers, but if just 10 of them tweet and they have an average of 3000 each it goes a long way. I see writers with 20, 000+ followers on Twitter. I’m also a member of a very supportive writers group ASMSG which has the potential to hit over three million followers. That’s possibly a lot of sales even if 1% of 1% buy.  The drier stopped and I went through to take the stuff out and fold it . I had to get a ladder out to get it on the i***ing pile. For lunch I had some nice ham with mashed potatoes and beans. The mouth is still sore but I think it’s burst now and is probably improving. I may have to look for the recommended Smirnoff blue to rinse with though. After washing up I watched the rest of my antiques programme then turned off and went to sleep in my chair. It wasn’t as easy as it sounds since there was a helicopter hovering overhead for a long time. All I can say with any surety is it’s not me they’re looking for. There are only two around, the coastguard which would be wasting it’s time over my place as I’m still above water, and the police one is the other. After eventually dozing off and getting a nice hour I came back to catch up on mail. The photos from the phone still weren’t through. I worked till 5.30 pm them went and had some strawberries for tea and caught my Law and Order and another mystery series until 8.00 pm when I came through. The pictures had finally arrived. I’ve spent some time catching up again and now I’m off to check ebay.

The boys I’m going to see on Saturday at the Eisteddfod in Llangollen.

Tuesday. My night was a bit weird with very real feeling dreams. I’m sure I was very restless but at least it meant I didn’t move until 5.11 am. Less time for me to worry about going out and talking myself out of it. I answered emails until 6.30 am then tried to catch the fish out half an hour early. It was so dull this morning that I couldn’t see clearly and had to put the light on. That was it, they behaved normally now. Recently the sun has been shining well before this but the forecast wasn’t good. I took my tabs and made a coffee.As I was carrying it back through the heaven’s opened and I heard the rain bounce on the roof. An opportunity to cancel? Not a cat in hells chance, ten minutes later it was over and the sun even shone a bit. I got dressed and continued with the mail. By 7.15 I was up to date and I packed my haversack with one of Reuben’s books and sorted a bag of things I’d bought on Sunday for Yvonne. I’d texted her to say I was coming when down came the rain again. Not heavy this time, just a slow drizzle. I should be able to manage in my leather jacket rather than the crop duster. At 7.30 am I girded my loins and left. The journey wasn’t bad and there was no rain as I arrived in Chester. I was able to get money from a cash machine and head for the Costa where we were meeting. I was there first so I ordered a small latte and a cold concoction of green tea, lime and mint. The young lady said she’d bring it over and as my usual seat was occupied                  ( inconsiderate person) I had to find another behind a half wall and I was afraid Yvonne wouldn’t spot me so I stood. When she arrived it was raining again , just as well she had a brolly. I got Reuben out as Yvonne went to order drinks and toast. He was in good form with me, very smiley, but no smiles for Mummy. As usual it seemed he had more hands than Kali, glasses, cigarettes, drink, any thing was a target so he went in a high chair to eat his toast and let us eat ours in relative peace. I may have mentioned before that sometimes my hands are quite shaky. Yvonne seems to treat it as an entertainment laid on for her as my hands jerk across the front of my mouth, missing it but leaving a buttery path, or watching me hold a coffee and try to take a sip with the downward motion as I’m also trying to froth it . We left there and headed for the precinct as I had a little shopping list with me today. I’d passed over the gifts to Yvonne so my backpack was empty now. We headed into a shop that had kids clothes and I had a great time buying stuff. Yvonne thought she could outsmart the old fox and held some things back she said she’d pay for. Nothing would persuade her to give me them. I paid for mine then passed over an extra £20 and asked the young man to pay for the next batch out of that. When Yvonne went up she told me she was feeling quite smug at having beaten me for once. Ta Dah. I take a bow and smugness takes a walk. As we approached the exit to the precinct we could see the rain was bouncing off the pavements really hard. We hit another shop and found another sale. I managed to find some more great things for him. Yvonne gave up in there. As we came out the rain had stopped. Next stop Tesco for some fresh bread and for my antiseptic vodka. By then it was lunchtime so to Pizza Express where Yvonne beat me to the check. It was fast approaching the time where she would have to depart for work and me for home so we did the last two shops in quick order, one to get light bulbs for my room and one to get part  of my son’s birthday present. I just hope Reuben doesn’t spill the beans to him. Outside I convinced Yvonne not to walk me to the bus stop, I’d manage. It was time for hugs and kisses. I turned round to give Reuben a kiss . His pushchair was quite low and in the reclining position so I had top bend quite far to reach his forehead. I just reached the point where my lips connected with his skin and I knew I was in trouble. I couldn’t get back up, and I was trying to fight going further down but it looked like gravity was winning and any second I’d be lying on top of Reuben and the pushchair would probably be on it’s side. I tried a casual scream at Yvonne as I didn’t want to worry her and she ran to grasp the belt on my coat. Or would have done had it been there. She had to drag my coat in one hand and backpack in the other to get me upright. It must have looked like I was being mugged except the mugger was laughing and saying ” Don’t, you’ll make me wet myself.” We parted. I made my way to the bus stop in what was now roaring sunshine and I was melting inside my leather coat held on firmly by my backpack. When the bus came the disabled seats were taken and I struggled to remove the backpack in the confines of a normal seat until I could get the coat off. The journey was short because the heat made me nod off a lot. Back at home there were 122 messages waiting and IO got stuck in, but not before reading a delightful postcard received from fellow blogger Paula Acton from a trip she and her family made to Stratford upon Avon. I’m still surprised someone would bother to include me but I’m truly chuffed and moved by it. At 6.00 pm I had my usual two hours of TV before returning to battle with the technology that saved my life.

Wednesday. From a 3.53 am start I was going great guns with the mail when all of a sudden at almost 6.00 am I found I was tired. Hopping back on the bed wasn’t a difficult decision and I was soon away with the fairies. They kept me entertained until 7.50  am when I realised as I woke how late I was for the fish. I shot through to the kitchen and approached the tank very gingerly. I have no idea why, but I needn’t have worried. I got the normal reaction as though no delay had been noted. Maybe they were enjoying the warmth and light of the sun coming through the window. I’m afraid I feel disgust with myself and broadening girth but I had two jam doughnuts for breakfast as they were handy and easy to eat, I took my tablets and sprays then made myself the usual coffee ( Columbian) and took it back to the bedroom. I dressed quite quickly as I needed to go to Pauline’s. At 9.30 am I went and bought my TV magazine and some cigarettes. The sun was wonderful and for some reason I had this sudden urge to go to Flint for more photo frames.  Back at home I put my stuff away and grabbed a bag to take with me. I opened the door, stepped out, locked it and walked about three steps before deciding perhaps not today and letting myself back in. I attacked the mail again but the thought of getting more frames kept nagging at me. Should I text Lis and see if she’s free to take me? I decided that wouldn’t be fair. Meanwhile the time for the next bus passed and I worked some more on the mail. The postman came and delivered a postcard with a picture of me and Reuben on the front taken just yesterday. Another great app of Yvonne’s. With 15 minutes before the next bus I put my shoes on and made myself open the door again. All the while I’m saying it’s getting late and nearly lunchtime, but I still found myself walking towards the bus stop. I made it though skittish because others were at the stop and when the bus arrived I let them all get on first. One last push and I was aboard with sweat running down my forehead. As we approached Flint I rang the bell to get off one stop before most people and then as the bus pulled away I made my way over the dual carriageway to the shops. The first one was the supermarket where I got the other frames on Sunday and I was lucky they still had some. I chose two black and a white this time. Next I wandered round to my favourite Home Bargains and got some chocolates. I also found two more frames which will prove useful and they were a real bargain. From there I went for coffee at Temptations. They were really busy but I managed to pass chocolates over and the young lady said she’d bring my drink to the table. Major surprise to see me in there alone. I wandered off to the bus stop from there and caught one at 12.15 pm and headed home. I wasn’t hungry when I got off the bus and couldn’t think of cooking so I ordered sandwiches from a local shop which I had after I got home. I was able to eat them at my desk as I worked. In fact there was so much mail I worked all afternoon except for a little break from 3.00 – 4.00 pm when I started watching Zulu for the Welsh singing. I have to say though that the Zulu Impis have a strong vocal rhythm too and I enjoyed listening to them. I knocked off again at 5.15 pm and went to watch the quiz and wait for my gamers. Traffic was bad and they didn’t get here until 6.00 pm. Lee had cried off by text during the afternoon unfortunately. We set up for Yahtzee and I won the first two games and Dil the third. For a change we went to Trivial Pursuit next which lasted the rest of the evening with Matt eventually winning. So this time the honours were pretty even. After they left at 9.30 pm I tidied up, washed the pots, took my tablets and came through to see the damage. 103 but I’ll cope with that. But just in case, I’m doing the blog halfway through.

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Face to Face. ( Sorry about being unshaven).

Face to Face. ( Sorry about being unshaven).

Thursday. At least one fish was pleased to see me this morning. The little molly came shooting over as I opened the food flap and stayed close as I spouted endearments at her. I know it’s only the pitch of my voice that attracts her really  but I  get into such trouble with them I’m clutching at straws. I’d made real headway with the post before coming through that I  considered a break but then common sense got a hold so I took my meds,  had some toast and then carried the coffee through. The mouth feels so much better today using this mouthwash but the hangovers are bad. Maybe I should accidentally swallow less of it? I  took things very easily, many of my abroad bloggers might be heading for their beds while many of the European ones might only just be getting up. It felt like a time when I wouldn’t be getting much.  I always had this ridiculous optimism brought about by wearing rose-tinted glasses. But in fairness things weren’t too bad for a few minutes. I checked the lottery and realised it would still be emails rather than personal visits, got washed and dressed and went out to Pauline’s to renew the tickets. I also got some fresh baps for later. When I got back I reverted to house scruffs and mopped the kitchen floor after washing up the breakfast things. That out of the way it was back to the grindstone though passing the front door I found a letter trying to sell me life insurance which I diverted to dump in the recycling.

I worked on until 11.30 am then knocked off to go and prepare lunch. A favourite again today of bangers, mash and beans. I enjoyed it while sitting with Bargain Hunt on the TV. I washed up again then donned my shoes and headed off for the chemist, wondering what had happened to my prescription request from Monday. While I was waiting, Chris from the Post Office told me his wife Rosetta had been too mean to share any sweets from the box I gave her, with him. I’m sure it’s not true but it’s a great opportunity to tease her when I see her next. The young lady from the chemists found my drugs in a box slated for delivery so I was happy to relieve her of them. Back at home it was back to work and it kept me going till 3.00 pm when I decided a snooze was in order. The weather is so nice the heat is sending me to sleep. I slept until 4.50 pm and had to give up the usual quiz in order to catch up again. At 6.00 pm I made a ham bap and watched a couple of older episodes of Big Bang Theory in preparation for 8.00 pm. I then sat through an even older Murder She  Wrote before my final episode of this series of Big Bang Theory came on. What a blow. What the heck am I supposed to do with Thursday nights now?

Back in the pit again I was surprised that 119 emails had accrued again and I made myself sit down and concentrate. That lasted about 5 minutes when I suddenly decided to have a shave????? and followed that up with eating an ice lolly. Lacking further excuses I set to work. I was fairly zipping through them when I decided I’d better do this before it gets too late and I get carried away with the music. So, that’s my day and here comes my music.

The start of the protest era. A time I really thought the world stood a chance because people cared enough to change things.

Friday. It was 4.50 am before I surfaced this morning but being the daredevil I am I just said”Pffttt” and ignored the urge to panic. I am master of my own life  and author of my own density, yes, I’m as thick as two short planks as shown by my idiocy in following another 6 blogs this morning and leaving myself open to even more mail. By 7.00 am I was only halfway through the morning post but had to break away to feed the fish. The albino catfish sat by the glass watching me while I did the food and it fair freaked me out those beady red eyes on me. I tried talking nicely to it but that didn’t shift it so I threw the tub in and backed off. I took my meds and as that emptied the container had to make them up again for the week. I just said “Right, there’s one in that hole and two in that and this one id full of hashish, you can’t get much more made up than that.” It does actually take a while to do. I have to carry a drawer through, make sure I refill the empty boxes from the new stock I collected yesterday and then fill the containers from what I have. It’s  usually 1 before breakfast then two after, 8 tabs and two sprays. One before lunch and two after then two main tabs, two again at about teatime them 9 in the evening with a spray. There are also two sprays for use during the day as needed. I really do shake, rattle and roll.

I couldn’t be bothered with breakfast this morning so once my tabs were sorted I took my coffee through to continue work. No rush to get dressed as I’m not going out early. I had the pleasure of as post by my friend Elaine who cracks great Friday jokes, a post from the delightful Olga who always introduces somebody new to interview, great book blogs by Maggie, fun reminders from Teagan and so many more pleasurable pieces including inane messages between myself and a great friend in Australia. My day is a delight of variety but it does come at a price- time! Re-tweeting and commenting eats into the day. Towards lunchtime I heard from my cack-handed daughter that she’d broken her iphone again. twice in as many weeks. I’m going to see if they make them in rubber. I transferred some money to her account as a treat and spent what seemed like the next three days arguing about it. She threatens a tennis match of it going back and forth between our accounts, I being the bullied elderly gentleman just threaten to kneecap her. She says they’re coming over to see us tomorrow and I expect arguments about who pays for lunch. No matter how much I try, I can’t force her to do it. LOL. Truth be told she’ll want to pay and so will I, and I know I can afford it better than she/they can having a baby to feed. Especially when that baby is my grandson.

I didn’t have lunch at home as Mike was/is due about 2.00 pm. He was just about on time. Like me he hadn’t eaten so I put a shirt on over my  t-shirt and off we went. Of course when we arrived I’d completely forgotten chocolates and my tablets. Neither thing put me off my meal though. Tariq was a little more subdued than usual as the passport office has had the family passports for 7 weeks and has no idea where they are or what stage they’re at and the family are due to fly on holiday on Wednesday. It’s a sickener to think that a bureaucracy like that can cost someone a holiday, refuse compensation and an apology. Mike and I have got our fingers crossed that they’ll arrive by Monday at the latest.  We left there without a fight as Tariq was chatting to some more customers. Although he excused himself to show us to the door…and note the word to in there please, he couldn’t fight as I’d left the money on the counter. The sun was glorious so Mike ran us to Flint where I picked up yet more frames for my rogues gallery, some tablets for the washing machine ( it gets headaches) some chocolates to take tomorrow and then we came home. Mike set about adjusting the inner to accommodate a large picture in a frame then promptly broke the glass on the next one. I concentrated on bringing the mail up to date so I could join him in the lounge. I managed it in time for the last half of a quiz. I made a sandwich so I could finally take the diabetic tablets forgotten all day then at 9.00 pm abandoned the lounge to deal with this blog post and the rest of the mail. The mail may beat me as it’s almost midnight now.

Saturday. It’s been a long day. It started at 4.50 am and it’s now 11.55 pm and I’ve not touched the emails all evening. I was doing well this morning as I was up to date and gloating well before 7.00 am, so much so that I went through to see to the fish tank light and decided to feed them even though it’s Saturday. They saw straight through me and wouldn’t hover while I bragged about how clever I was. I put the makings in Mike’s mug ( the china one, not his face) and boiled the kettle up while I saw to my meds and making my own coffee. The second his alarm started to ring I poured it out and appeared in his bedroom before he’s had chance to turn it off. “Morning Bro, coffee’s up” sez I , “Grunt” sez he. “It’s on the side here, don’t let it go cold” I tried, hoping my voice had penetrated his unconsciousness , “grunt” sez he. It was OK though, I have patience. I took my own drink through to my bedroom and hit the emails again. For a change they didn’t hit back and were manageable.

Within a few minuted Mike’s alarm started it’s second call. I know he spoke to it but it certainly wasn’t to say “Yes, I’m moving” and it’s call seemed to be cut short. I called out for him  not to forget his drink again and I got a response. I didn’t know you could flip the bird at someone in our sleep till now. My mail was up to date so I decided to choose some photographs for printing later. There were four frames I wanted to fill. His alarm went off for the third time and as there was no movement I knew I’d lost. I might as well print the pictures ready.I don’t know what happened but next minute he appeared at my door washed, dressed, coat on and bags in hand ready to go. Naturally I was the one not ready now. I put my shoes on while the last two pictures printed and tried my best to look subdued.  As the pictures rolled off the production line I turned the printer off and we left.

We didn’t spend long in the Supermarket as I still had most of last weeks food left. Dry as I was when we finished he wouldn’t let me have a coffee. I should have known I’d pay for being smug this morning. We went to Flint where I was able to pick a few things up for Yvonne and Ugo then we had a coffee at Temptations. Appropriate today as I’m off to see Richard and Adam tonight whom I’d named the Toastie Tenors when I wrote about them in my first book.They came third in last year’s Britain’s got talent. Ju would have loved to have seen that as she was a big fan. We came home and after unpacking had a message from Yvonne ton say they were running a bit late. So, Mike and I hung the new pictures. I think the photo wall ( Rogue’s gallery) is looking pretty good. Since time was cracking on I suggested they meat us at The Ivy, as the time was getting on she agreed so Mike and I set off from here at 11.40 am. We were actually there within a few minutes of each other so I was able to order drinks and meals fairly quickly. Reuben was having a chocolate milkshake which oddly enough he didn’t take too, and  a cheesy pasta dish which he loved. When we’d done I tried getting Angie to calculate the bill but she said Tariq would do it and brought him in from the kitchen. There ensued the usual battle of wills which I won in the end. We all left and went to my house to drop the cars off and we walked from home to the Heritage Park which is very close. We took Reuben round to see the animals, mainly young chicks ( which thought made Mike drool till I said the birds were of he feathered variety). Reuben had a go on a small tractor and onthe park swings before we went to the park cafe for a cuppa. He was as good as gold despite being tired.

We finally parted company at about 4.30 pm and I laid into the accumulated emails. I was being picked up at 5.45 pm to go to the Eisteddfod to see the boys and also listen to some choirs and see some dancers before the competition for the best of the week was announced. My friend John and his wife Vivienne collected me on time and we were there for 6.45. Time for a cuppa before the show started at 7.30 pm. Richard and Adan sang three songs at the start of the evening before two dance teams were introduced one after the other. An Irish traditional dance troupe and a Scottish one. At the end of the night the Irish one won the trophy. Then came five choirs of singers each singing 5 songs.  I really enjoyed the Welsh mixed sex choir best of all but a choir from Argentina was adjudged the winner. Richard and Adam came on to do three more songs one of which I recommend they never do again which was Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers. It wasn’t suited to their style of singing at all in my opinion. It wasn’t meant to be too operatic, though they did well in the close harmony. My favourite was Somewhere from West Side Story though P.J.Proby remains my all time favorite.

It was 11.30 pm before John dropped me off. I’d enjoyed his ( their) company and enjoyed the outing but my nerves were on edge a lot. I didn’t have a cigarette for 6 hours and I hadn’t had a wee either because I couldn’t wander in the crowds alone. I had a quick sarnie, took my tabs and traded a few insults with my bro before coming through here. The emails will have to wait until morning now as it’s 12.45 and I want my bed.

I hope you’re all having a Great Weekend. ……Hugs

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