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Ages back I wrote a story that contained my thoughts on Death, in a story that also wrote of Barry. Then I put similar stuff into my last story... as I do most of my more intelligent stories and, I am tickled people see them as superficial: they are anything but. Hell, the new dark fairy stories are all about control and effect.



Hopefully, again... no-one will notice.



And, I got an email the other day, in which I learned that someone’s Father had died. Shortly after reading it, I went into the kitchen to make my coffee. As the kettle had boiled I had got to thinking of that email and, my own Father.



And, as I’d walked back through the living-room alone and in the dark, I had got to thinking about after my Father has passed and, I’m one my own, alone in the dark…



Thankfully, the weathers gotten better; I finished a story and I learned that there’s to be another Doctor Who convention in Hoylake, later in the year. I had contacted the events organiser as soon as I’d found out, knowing full well that they are always well subscribed, with tickets going pretty fast.



Then, just before the weekend started proper, I read my mail: it seems I have my medical assessment later in May, with a ‘medical practioner’ and, not necessarily a doctor, which I do kinda resent.



Being wary of the medical, I had contacted the people who have been giving assistance with the dole, to try and ensure a companion for the day. Needless to say, the fellow I wanted to speak to had not been available, so I needed to wait with a degree of trepidation. I mean, with so many people ‘on the sick’ having hassles at present, I know I’ll need help with that interview, at a place I’m afeared of anyway, because of where it’s being help: the last time I had a medical there I left suicidal., having been treated so badly.



Well, that meant distraction was needed, (needed being in Capital Letters!)



I had taken over the kitchen for the afternoon. First I had made a Bramley Apple Crumble, then some Rock Buns, before preparing the evening meal. Thankfully I’d company in the evening, so woke late and fluffy headed Saturday morning, as Dad made best use of a pleasant sunny day, as he got his washing done…





And, needless to say, having ignored me on Thursday and Friday, when I’d told Dad to contact the dentist when he felt the need, the tooth became an issue at the weekend: and hearing him mention it, when he opened my bedroom door to tell me, I’d lost it…



But, politely… I’d got as far as blurting out “Have you any comprehension of what I’m going through…?” Then stopped.



Thankfully, the weekend itself had been alright… I got a story written… Then it was on Monday that I’d made the call to Simon, who had said he’d go with me to the medical. When I’d mentioned the name of the ‘helpful jobcentre staff’, who’d saved my life, last time I went there, he’d been most surprised. Describing her as ‘power-hungry,’ which I’d not denied, he had listened with interest, as I’d told him how good she had been, to me… And, about ten minutes after the initial phonecall, he’d phoned me back, to tell me “I’ve been in touch, to tell them we want it recorded…”



Just as I’d want…

When my Father is driving and the lights are against him, “It’s the worst that’s ever happened,’ then when it’s raining or windy, “Its the worst its ever been.’ And, considering how long here’s been on this good Earth, that’s an awful lot of ‘the best’ and ‘the worst’ of it.



So it was, I smiled rather a lot after he came back when he came back from a trip to the bank livid, because something had deposited its load on his car, creating an overall coverage that had turned much of his little red car green, which turned black quickly.



It had tickled me, goodstyle… Needless to say, Dad had then spent a long time cleaning the car, before drinking the tea I made for him: and for awhile, I’d listened as he’d deliberated on the bird dash whatever, that could have created such ‘overall coverage’, of his car.



And boy, prior to the full Moon that fog was quite something else. Thing is, it does seem that after it , we’ve actually had some night weather [touch wood/head] instead of all the rain we’d been having.



I am still to see Once Upon A Time n Wonderland, this series four.



Karl had got me to watch Frozen, so I'd know the character to understand

the character when it started there.



This Wednesday, we had chicken and leek casserole for dinner, served with chips

{french fries/freedom fries}



’twas a beautiful day, for my walk, doin business for Dad and shopping

for me... and, while I was out I’d acquired another waistcoat thingie for Dad, who promptly decided it had too many pockets… so I guess it’s mine now. Anyway, I’d been shattered later, so rested the knees awhile, before rising to type and sew a pocket inside my soft leather waistcoat.



Talking of waistcoats, I did get another one for Dad, which again he didn’t like, telling me, “It’s got too many pockets.” Well, that’d been the intent; but it hadn’t suited, so once again, I get useful cast-off’s…



And then, aside from a blood moon, there was something later in the week that had amused me, when I’d gone to food testing. The lady overseeing the testing had greeted us with, “I don’t know whether to wish you a Happy Easter, of an early Happy Christmas…”



It had transpired that we were testing iced fruit-cake: ie – Christmas cake AND pince-pies. And, as I’d finished up my questions on the first piece of cake I’d called out, “I’m not sure about my answers, any chance of a resit?” {I do like fruit-cake.}



I had liked one of the mince-pies, but had amused myself further, when we’d lined up to sign for our pennies prior to leaving, I’d said to the lady with the money, “Did I hear right, did someone say that was a piece of cake.”



“Well you’re sharp today, aren’t you/” she’d said with a smile.



“Aye,” I’d retorted, “Somedays I need to be reminded I’m a manic depressive…”