The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

.. I am currently listening to Asa Murphy [sorry, Hart] sing from a signed Album, on the little laptop with a poorly keyboard: that works well as a media machine. A flipside of mania is that when you're low (due to emotional crisis, or pain) one can, turn it round & in my instance, turm it into creativity, which I did tonight, after watching episode fourteen of The Sarah Connor Chronicles season two.

COMMENTS

-

---

moonkissed
07:17 Feb 28 2009

oh i need to catch up on those, hmmm maybe next week. at the moment i am still catching up on Heroes.

---

POST COMMENT

Thank gawd for little Mothers. Because of and for no other reason, I got up when I generally do: This pain is so damn overwhelming. Little Mother had wanted me to do some gardening for her, emptying pots and weeding.

So no matter what the weather was like; and it was horribly cold, I had done as she wanted. And, I’m thankful that she had.

Then in the afternoon, I got ready to go to voluntary work, albeit slower than usual.

Thankfully, the night wasn’t as heavy as it has been, of late.

And, when I got home there was little energy left for Vampirerave, none at all.

So I’d answered the messages left for me and been in bed before 12:30

Now, that’s not like me, at all.

COMMENTS

-

---

ladySnowStrixx
17:18 Feb 27 2009

maybe that's what you needed.

---

Sinora
17:39 Feb 27 2009

I hope the pain goes away soon *hugs*.

---

POST COMMENT

I looked into the mirror Wednesday morning, quite surprised at what I saw: half my face wasn’t gaunt and what’s more, the left side of my face, the infected side, has no crow’s feet, to the eyes. Except for the pain, I almost wish my whole face were infected like the left, as it takes twenty years of me, appearance wise.

COMMENTS

-

---

moonkissed
07:17 Feb 26 2009

way to look on the bright side.

*shaking head, chuckling

---

POST COMMENT

Now, I have an infection in my jaw and sinus: through having an abscess where the gold cap was fitted and am now on antibiotics. Then, the keyboard on my laptop got destroyed, when a common or garden lighter fell on it. I am writing about the day.

It feels a bit like a hand being amputated, I imagine, either of them...

It's not an understatement to say today is not one of my better days. yep, a fair statement to make.

COMMENTS

-

---

dabbler
00:19 Feb 25 2009

I will grip the healers stone for you my friend.

---

Sinora
09:17 Feb 25 2009

*Hugs*

---

moonkissed
21:28 Feb 25 2009

oh i am sorry about your day :(

---

ladyofdragonrose
23:25 Feb 25 2009

smiles this too shall pass My friend....

---

POST COMMENT

Before I ask my question: this is not about you. It is though about someone who irks me. And, I care.. so their seeming apathy irks me more. But first the history behind the question: I did a confidence course, with someone I got to know reasonably well.The friendship died due to a posess, jealous boyfriend, who saw me as a threat, but that is incidental.The course worked for me, not for her.. and why?Well, it was said to her, that perhaps she really didn't want change.Now for the question, which it looks like I'm answering as I type it.'Why is it some people are content with their 'dissatisfaction of self?'I ask this, because twice I have offered people links to sites that I've researched, which offer the learning I have obtained, about Transactional Analysis and how it affects us; the works of Carl Rogers and Cognetive Therapy, etc .. and both times, I hear little more of these two individuals for awhile. When I do, they don't mention what I've offered them, while continuing to berate the state of their lives and the world around them.To me, it doesn't make very much sense, other thean they want to suffer and are happy to wallow in their self-pity.

COMMENTS

-

---

Bones
01:10 Feb 24 2009

Some people are afraid of success.

---

dabbler
00:22 Feb 25 2009

Wanting to be guided out of ones whoas, and wanting company in ones misery separate the two types of people. Some offer a hand up, as others seek it. Some are suckered into staying in the persons pity pit, to redecorate perhaps..

---

vampfan2009
15:58 Feb 25 2009

it's called a martyr complex, my mother in law has one too.

---

ladyofdragonrose
23:24 Feb 25 2009

I have said it before, There are those you simply cannot help. All they do in the long run is drag you down to their level. You can tell them everything about where to go. who to talk to. But they just dont want to give up their right to self pity. You have to walk away before they take you with them and thats no way to live. You tried to help. At least you had the patience to do so. I on the other hand will listen only for so long and I walk away. I can listen and help but its up to them to do the rest.

---

POST COMMENT

Well, as I intended, I walked to the village, albeit a tad later than I intended, as I’d got caught up with my emails and Vampirerave. By the time I did, the weather had changed, so I put on a leather I like, yet hadn’t worn for ages, due to it’s somewhat faulty zip.

I went to War On Want, dropped off the coat, then on my way home, called in on Johnsons The Cleaners, having seen a sign in the windows for alterations.

“Yes, we do them,” I’d been told when I asked how much it’d be to change the zip,

“but we send them off to Rugby…” then she’d informed me it would cost £27 and upwards.

So I’d thanked her for her help, left the shop and carried on walking.

I passed Sayers, then recalled the leather and boots and key cut shop, just past it.

I went in.

“This is a leather,” I’d said, stating the plain bloody obvious to the old fella behind the counter, then went on ask, if he thought anything could be done for the zip.

Out had come a pair of pliers the like of which my Father might know of, but few others.

“There’s no teeth missing, is there?” he’d asked, to which I said ‘No.’

A tweak here and there and, then I had my coat and I’d saved £30

“I don’t have any coin on me,” I’d told him, putting the coat back on.

“That’s alright,” he’d assured me, “you come in here.”

I had, but not for quite a while.

“Well then…”

I had been about to leave the shop, when he asked me to help him put a small lathe on the bench for him, “…as I’ve had a spinal injury.”

Needless to say, I had offered any assistance I could.

Then once home, I thought about it all.

Once skilled men, like that fella who was ‘old school’; and, people like my Dad, ‘where will the next generation of skilled tradesmen come from?’

I have sensitivity and a degree of pain around where they shoved the gold cap on. Just feels like it was inflamed.

So I’m going go to the village to give a coat to War On Want and give my overly sensitive tooth some real pain.

For years I avoided watching ‘Superman’ ‘coz everyone told me I’d love it.

‘Coz of memories of Valentina, I similarly avoided ‘My Super Ex-Girlfriend’, till Sunday night: and, I loved it. And, Una Thurman was excellent as G-Girl.

And then, I notice it was made by Ivan Reitman ~ so, I looked him up on Wikipedia, as the name rang a cacophony of bells.

Not only had he made my favourite cartoon, [until, the CGI ‘Immortal’] ‘Heavy Metal’, but he also made my favourite Bill Murray film, ‘Ghostbusters’ [and ‘Ghostbusters 2’, as well as the David Duchovny vehicle, ‘Evolution.’

All in all, sod your Spielberg and Lucas, Ivan Reitman, is The Man.

COMMENTS

-

---

moonkissed
21:31 Feb 25 2009

oh yes Reitman is awesome

---

ladyofdragonrose
23:25 Feb 25 2009

Reitman has been one of my favorites for years.

---

POST COMMENT

In order to alleviate my current mood of introspection,, I got dressed to go travelling. First off though, I posted a disc, the second in two days, each tailor-made to please its recipient: and though the postage killed my finances, it was well worth it, to please people I like.

I guess [stupid expression, as I said it, ‘I know’] that it had started on Thursday, when I was on the way back from the project, when I’d noticed a lot of scantily-clad young pretties, out on the town. And, to judge by the age of them, it had seemed obvious to me that few of them were of an age to be served at a bar.

It’d definitely been a school holiday week.

Many of the young hings had someone holding onto their hand: whilst other caught the attention of the young bucks that passed.

The couple bit had got to me, in a way that I’d not liked of myself, none whatsoever: jealousy doesn’t suit me, at all.

Then come Friday morning, I’d gone to the village, to see about my pennies at The Cheshire [where the rate of interest is currently just over zero per cent, for savers].

On my way home, I had met a friend and we chatted, with our backs to the Methodist Church and opposite The Common. As we nattered awa, a car passed – Purple driven and I’d waved maniacally, but she’d not shown any recognition, at all.

Feeling a tad slighted, I’d phoned her mobile once home.

Then having left my message, I’d booted up the PC. Then, as I’d been about to sit down in my armchair, before the screen, the phone rang: it was Purple’s voice, “I can’t stay on the phone long. I don’t think your Mother would like the phone bill from Germany…” [The person being called is charged, for a mobile phone ringing from abroad.] So, I’d not been forgotten, as imagined.

In fact, Purple had gone to the trouble of phoning from her holiday!

COMMENTS

-

---

ladyofdragonrose
23:26 Feb 25 2009

thats a friend for you.....never lets you forget what you mean to them...

---

POST COMMENT

I went out and about on a sunny day, though there was a real chill to the air: gum around the gold cap aches like beejeus & I have another video on dailymotion.com, as kendrix47.. doing proper bad Dad dancing in the kitchen.

At the time of writing, it feels like an abcess, but can't be.. more like the area around where he shoved it on is in shock.

I keep saying, 'at least I can chew'; but, it does hurt, right now..

I've been feeling lonely on a blue-sky day, watching people go by hand in hand..

COMMENTS

-

---

Sinora
01:50 Feb 21 2009

Ahhh *hugs*....me too fish face.

---

ladyofdragonrose
23:19 Feb 25 2009

smiles Angelus, it happens to us all eventually. I feel the same. one day......

---

POST COMMENT

The Cult comedy Red Dwarf is returning to the small screen this Easter, 21 years since the science fiction series first blasted off.

For eight series, Dave Lister wanted to return to his home planet. Now, at last, he has - in Red Dwarf: Back to Earth.

Written and directed by Red Dwarf co-creator Doug Naylor, the new show reunites Chris Barrie as Rimmer, Craig Charles as Lister, Danny John-Jules as Cat and Robert Llewellyn as Kryten.

The two-part series Red Dwarf: Back to Earth, will kick start a Red Dwarf Easter weekend from Good Friday.

This will be followed by Red Dwarf: Unplugged, a "no holds barred" episode with no sets, no effects - and no autocue.

The weekend will climax with Red Dwarf: the Making of Back to Earth, a behind-the-scenes special from the new production.

The offbeat series, set in space, has enjoyed phenomenal success since it first aired in 1988 on BBC2.

It brought in more than eight million viewers for series eight, sold 7.25 million DVD and videos worldwide, broadcast in some 25 territories worldwide and won International Emmy and British Comedy Awards.



http://uk.news.yahoo.com/4/20090127/ten-red-dwarf-crew-come-back-to-earth-ea4616c.html

COMMENTS

-

---

ladySnowStrixx
14:25 Feb 18 2009

AS I,ve never seen this I "m not sure how to comment.

---

Sinora
17:44 Feb 18 2009

Can't wait !

---

Morrigon
00:38 Feb 21 2009

OMG! I have to tell my sister, and friends... Woah!

---

POST COMMENT

I went to the doctors, for a meds check. made sure the ones I take for my back are on my prescription.. and, when I mentioned how bad my knee was becoming, she noted that my surgeon was a Mr Morris, [who did my wrist. It seems he does knees as well] I was being given the choice, when to act.. scary. Is it that bad?? Anyway's.. I said I'll 'wait and see.'

..

.. an courtesy of a phone-call, it looks like I have plans, for months ahead: a friends party; a Doctor Who convention et al. Well cool. Now I have to think of a costume for a 20's themed fancy dress.

That's it: I'm definitely changing my soap.

Third person to tell me they're logging off, shorty after I log on/I'm gonna sulk.

I had to be up before 10:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning, as I learnt yesterday that Karl was going travelling, so would call in on mine on his way. So he had.

He’d helped me set up a mobile phone, which will be useful for my Father, eventually: as well as a new episode of BSG, Californication, a new [to me] Futurama film and a copy of the new Underworld film: Rise Of The Lycans, which I’d watched, as I’d typed up a journal entry and musing’s, on my new story.

The film serves as the story of Victor and Lucien; and, whilst in turn being in turn bloody and brutal, the film is a love story and a powerful one and at that.

And Rhona Mitra, who I liked so much in Doomsday, was excellent as Sonja, Victor’s daughter. But, to say anymore, would spoil things, I suppose.

Yet, that said, I did enjoy it.

I discovered I am a genius today.



a disc screwed: Eureka, most irksome.



everything said, it couldn't be copied.



but by looking at the problem, out of the box,



I found a solution.



Yayyy me!

COMMENTS

-

---

Aracon
00:30 Feb 15 2009

Well done dear friend. Glad you found the problem.

---

POST COMMENT

Awake, I avoided the radio, as I sought out my reading glasses. What need did I have for the loved-up, sharing their ‘joy’ on Valentines Day, via the airwaves?? So I pick up my book, ‘Kingdom Of Fear’, sit back against the pillows and immerse myself in the world of someone more vibrant and articulate than I am. And, I read on toward the end of the road, a waterfall and his companion’s summation of the writer’s character.

And, as I too have bought my ticket, I read and understood: “You’re funny,” she said. “You’re very strange – and, you don’t know why, do you?” In turn, he tells her that he’s stupid, which is a poor defence from a free-thinker and seeker of the truth.

“It’s because you have the soul of a teenage girl in the body of an elderly dope fiend,” she whispered. “That’s why you have problems… Yes, that is why people giggle with fear every time you come into a room.” He saw sense in what she said to him – and, having reached page 351, so do I. And, I took a ‘toke fro my smoke and set the book aside, removing the Paddington card that had been it’s book-mark from Banana-Girl, [so called, as she eats a lot of them] and, with the disappointment of having finished a damn good book, I stood up and slowly got dressed.

Within seconds of getting on the train, to Liverpool, I was writing about the day so far, with a few pre-conceived ideas of what I’d encounter in the evening. Yet, I(‘m getting ahead of myself, already.

My morning had started just before dawn, when I found the end and epilogue to the serial [with cliff-hangers] that I’ve been writing for inclusion on VR. Then, at luchtime, as I listened to the Roger Phillips show on Radio Merseyside I learnt that a debate would be held at St: Brides Church the Thursday evening about the merits of Darwins theory and Creationism. As soon as I heard that, my ears had pricked up, as that’s where our soup kitchen is.

‘Should be interesting,’ I’d mused. I mean, pop and folk groups practising upstairs I’m used to; choirs practising, I’m used to; but a debate on the merits of Dawins and Creationism?? Well, that’s new to me. Anyways, just after Roger’s show I went to the shops, for ‘baccy’ and a stamp. As I had opened the back door on my return, a bird flew directly overhead, a very big bird.

It had a very long beak, a small head, wide wings and it’s feet, at the end of its extended legs, it clutched a something, presumably edible.

Well, could I recall what it was? No. Nor could my Mother, nor my Father who I disturbed on the toilet, when I described it through the door. As soon as I’d finished describing the bird to him he knew what it was and recalled that he’d not seen it, for a year, or so. Then, after a good period of time, I had realized what it had been, a heron.

Well come the end of the night and the train journey going home, I sat hyper as hell, trying to take note of the things I had seen and done: like for a start, it had to be the busiest night of the year we’d had in months. And, I got hassled twice; as people hadn’t got fed [and, drink had been drunk, I had learnt later] hassled goodstyle, to a point of annoyance, mine. Like, even as I write of it, it irks me still.

And, then there’s been the debate, which I quietly walked through twice. The Professor seemed okay: and the vicar’s version of his summary made sense. It’s just a pity that two atheists had got vociferous about their point of view. Cha, what’s wrong with debate??

... including the serial, I now have 200 pieces up in 'stories' a bit of a cheat though, the serial is ten little parts long.

though, the new piece with the ex lapdancer in it, is written and ready. and, it seems a few who know my work, haven't seen Eurovision night, "interestiing."

As I put the milk bottle out late Tuesday night I looked up and saw the brightest of full moon’s in the sky above me. I knew, there and then, it was going to be ‘one of those nights.’ It had been. A whirl of thoughts went through my head until the early hours; and then, after a few hours sleep, I was up about the same time as my Dad, who got to the bathroom before me. Then the tummy-ache began, and I can only imagine that too many radishes are not good for me. Judging from my early morning aches. Well, I fell asleep again. Then when I woke, it was raining and the folks weren’t going out and I had mail to read from a penfriend, which kept me more than somewhat pleasantly distracted, for an hour or so. As I passed through the front room I noticed that we have a blue-tit checking out the birdhouse, two months early at least. Unfortunately, as I was listening to the radio and our local radio station and the phone-in, I head some annoying town-crier, talking of how people want to celebrate Valentines Day and don’t know how. And when he began his suggestions, I had turned off the radio. Why is it that so many, like myself, seemingly get forgotten on the 14th. Because to people like me, it’s the worst day of the year [well, besides Christmas Day, when I lived alone, that is!] As a consolation to my morning, little Mother’s finally decided to use the Orkney soap I got for Christmas. Not a biggie, on anyone’s grand scale of things: but it pleased me immensely.

COMMENTS

-

---

Vampiress25
00:46 Feb 14 2009

I hate Valentine's Day too! lol

---

POST COMMENT

Oh, I got some work done at the dentists alright, a full gold cap, to go over the peg, that had been my last chewing tooth.. he even did the front one, with a white filling, where some enamel, jusyt dropped off.

..

In the afternoon, after chatting with a Lady from on on VR, I caught the news.

Over 600 dead [about] in Victoria, Kingslake destroyed.

All I can think is that if [when] they catch the arsonists involved in keeping these bush fires going, someone decides to bring back the death penalty, just for them.

..

Personally, give me the airfare, I’ll pull the lever.

COMMENTS

-

---

Idiosyncrasy
00:42 Feb 11 2009

Sorry about your toofers!

It's beyond a tragedy, what's happening over there. I absolutely can not believe some people are that sick and saddistic.

---

Vampiress25
00:47 Feb 14 2009

It's really horrible and sad how people can be..... it thoroughly disgusts me... :| I'll help you pull the lever...

---

POST COMMENT

‘In the kingdom of the blind, a one-eyed man is king,’ or, something like that, so the saying goes. And a cliché is a cliché, ‘coz it’s so often right, I think.

Yet, as usual, I’m leaping ahead of myself.

Monday afternoon I traipsed up the road, in black leather cap, black three quarter length coat and one size fits all woollen gloves, on a dank day.

I was going to Mikes, to fulfil a promise, codecs related.

He’s knows more about computers than he thinks he does, but a problem with his eyes leads him to seek help. He had asked for help.

Of course I knew a headache would follow-on from what I had to do, but a promise is a promise is.. so I called.

As I walked through the door, I smelt the air, “I know that smell.”

I then told him and his Mum, that it was cheese and potato and onion casserole and we were having it for tea.

Well, a warm of the fingers, around a mug of black coffee and there I was, in the back room, sitting cross-legged, whilst Mike sat in the armchair, letting me get on with it, as I explained, just what I was doing: as I do so hate computer bods, who speak over your head. And most of what I had to do, was initially deleting and freeing up space, on his Vista-based machine. I also checked and verified a few files, then literally showed my friend, with poor eye-sight, where things were. And then, it’d been the codec. It had to be done, nay, he wanted it done: because he wanted to watch a series I’d lent him, ‘Eureka’, the first series.

Well, anyone who likes ‘Eureka’ is okay in my book [well, almost anyone, that is] so it just had to be done for him, even though it’s annoying and irksome and frellin damn irritating, when it doesn’t work the first time. But, it had. So, I’d left for home and our cheese and potato casserole, served with three Azda Port and Apple sausages; with two cans of old-style ginger-ale in my pocket, a taste of my youth.

That taste I recalled so well, was my payment, I think, for knowing more than a fellow who is slowly going nearly blind and encouraging him, as I helped him, instead of being condescending, as I find so many people are, when they know that little bit more than you [well, to be specific, me] I think.

COMMENTS

-

---

Vampiress25
00:49 Feb 14 2009

the casserole sounds delish.... although what the hell is an apple sausage??

---

POST COMMENT

"without the dash of Neil, there would be no piece. (Guess who's seeing something in his own work, at last.)"



In answer, I was told: "ah the critic has finally gone soft and is taking a liking to the works eh? well that's saying something, cause hes a a mighty shrewd and distinguished character, you've done good to win him over. lol

No one can convince us of our own worth, I am glad you are seeing yours"



:)

I had asked Karl and Jon if they wanted to go with me, to A Tribute to John Scott-Martin - The February Monthly Meeting "In memoriam of the Supreme Dalek" downstairs at The Jak (The Jakaranda) in Liverpool.

I’d asked them in part as I wary of going, where there’s be so many people close to, I didn’t know. As it happens, on the whole, my fears had been groundless

The event was more of an excuse for a piss-up. Well, a quiet pint or, three, with intelligent discourse, with people who all had that one shared interest, Doctor Who.

There was chat of politics and religion and Alan with the white tee-shirt of Heath Ledger as The Joker and a black coat impressed me with his humour, as did Mathew, with an expansive knowledge of many things. I had liked what I saw and those I spoke with: and, paid £1 subs, as I will taking it I go again. There were others of note, including the well-studied quiet fellow, who sat reading, as we drank, talked; and, I had taken photographs. What had left me thoughtful was how I had reacted and acted, to Catherine, who I had met on my arrival. Wearing Rocker boots and horizontal black and pink striped tight. Within seconds of meeting her, I had acted like a prat, talking sheer waffle, of myself. And boy, did that give me cause to think on that awhile.

Doing the windows helped: the way I see it, I found a pretty, punkish, attractive, intelligent young woman intimidating. And that’s my old thinking. Instead if going out less, as I seem to, I need to go out more. That’d been my lesson for the day.

Frell, after all, as it happens, on the whole, most of my fears had been groundless.

Why do I allow these old fears allow to resurface, as I do?? Just, doesn’t make sense.

All I can say is either this fiancée really worked a number on me, or I allowed them to.

Either way, there's no two way's about it, I do need to get out more...

‘twas a blue-sky day, as I went to the village, to see about pennies. On my return, I finished reading a letter cum novelette; I’d meant to finish for days.

And, as it happens, I’d really enjoyed reading it.

Further, Ian's out of hospital, though still no-one knows what's up with him.

Then, later I watched the third part of ‘Triangle’, with Sam Neill in, which I’ve waited years to see. Karl had obtained it for me and I’m glad he had. Not only had it been a story worth telling and told well, it had a good ending, for a change; ‘coz frell am I so fed up, with downbeat endings!

COMMENTS

-

---

moonkissed
05:56 Feb 07 2009

ooo i love that movie! actually i own it :)

---

Sinora
10:28 Feb 07 2009

Good to hear your brother is out hon.

---

POST COMMENT

Thursday afternoon, I left the house, in the light snow-melting rain, a song upon my brain: ‘Little Children’, by Billie J. Kramer and the Dakota’s. I’d been smiling but didn’t feel as amused as my smile might have suggested. I’d been on VR and noted the return in my comments box, of someone I had rated the previous day, when I’d returned the rating of 5, that they had left me. ‘Fair’. I had considered, my rational being simple, I gave as I got. And besides, unlike theirs, mine is wholly original: even the occasional acquired image is played with, to suit my needs. That said, if they had bothered to read my profile, they’d have known the cult of celebrity doesn’t impress me, nor does flashy images and graffix. Yet obviously the fellow doesn’t like being rated as he rates; because he visited my page again, to leave a beautifully made tag, with the VR rules on rating explained on it, as well as the rate of one. That to me seemed quite churlish, whilst my response was moderately childish. With little time left before I had to leave, I went to their page and scrolled down the page and in the comments box, thanked them for their visit and a note of the rules. Yet, once again, I rated as I chose – and, gave as I’d received, a one. Compared to the work I was to go to do, or the state of the world’s economy, it was nothing. And, after I have writing this down, nothing is what that fellow will mean to me, or my Life…

..some don't like the ifea of confrontation, I see it differently. I fear and a challenge.

like.. I saw my profile and the lecture in the comments box / I went straight to their page .. and .. well, I'm no Alpha male, but i don't like feeling intimidated.

Guess that makes me an assertive Beta!

COMMENTS

-

---

moonkissed
17:17 Feb 05 2009

maybe...*chuckle

---

POST COMMENT

Jon seemed pleased with his acquisition: the walk to sign-on, in flurries of snow was interesting. But, the walk home was moreso, by then it was starting to stick and, I was walking against the wind. And, thankfully the gum is now a little less sore than it was, ‘thank Gawd.’

And, Ian phoned my Mum, with his mobile. There was her wheezy, and him telling me 'I am ill', when I asked how he was. At least his temperature is down, a little. And, the face is a little less puffy.. I was up late, again, distracting myself with the new short-story I'm working on.

It's different. I'm proud of it. But, the late-nights are killing my eyes.. (it's.. kinda curious and curiouser, through the looking glass darkly.)

COMMENTS

-

---

moonkissed
14:38 Feb 05 2009

i am liking how the story is coming along.

i am hoping for more signs of(would it be remission?)(sp)from Ian.

---

POST COMMENT

I woke at about ten on Monday morning, more than a bit miffed that it was so late.

“You’ve got the dentist soon and it’s snowing,” said little Mum outside the door.

Sure enough, when I was dressed out, it was snowing, more a flurry at first, then somewhat heavier.

I had been in the dentist’s chair (which I like, because as it ease into position, its great for my back) for over fifty minutes: as the fellow had prepared my lat upper left molar for having a cap next week.

And, on the radio I kept hearing how bits of the country had been brought to a stand still by the snow: and, I couldn’t help but wonder how they manage in countries like Sweden, Norway and Russia, where life doesn’t end because of a little snow.

When the injections started wearing off, the pain had become quite intense and there was me, having painkillers, prior to the remains of the red wine from Sunday and knowing full well, the results would be interesting.

Well, come earlier evening and the soreness around where he had worked was too much, so I had another soluble painkillers, swilled round the remains of the tooth.

So with a head going whirly-gig and still with pain, I’d lain down my head, to rest.

I’d awoken just before my folks went to bed, so sat awhile on VR, a scarf wrapped round my face, looking for all the world like Stan Laurel, in one of their films.

One not of interest though, had been what little Mother told me, before I booted-up.

She had phoned Ian’s partner: his temperature is down a little, as is the swelling to his face. I so hope that’s the case and that she wasn’t telling my Mum that, as she thinks it is what my Mum needs to hear. Or maybe I’m being a worry-wart, ‘coz its my Bro.

COMMENTS

-

---

Sinora
08:24 Feb 03 2009

50 mins in the dentist chair ? Ohhh you is brave, and yes it's good news about your brother.

---

POST COMMENT

Sunday afternoon, I met a fellow I haven't seen for ages, who reminds me of Captain Pugwash and some NATO generals call the Scouse Afghan: we used to be neighbours, when we lived in New Ferry. At Karl's, he showed mr ehat to do with a dying laptop, turn it into a porable carrying device, with casing.

And, there was an Argentinean red, with the roast.

COMMENTS

-

---

moonkissed
01:45 Feb 02 2009

very interesting

---

POST COMMENT