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...just finished chapter one of the new piece for halloween. just gone up on VR

On Saturday Barry and I went to the Azda in Bromborough, where I got fruit and veg then onto Ellesmere Port, where he helped me acquire a universal remote, that ‘goes up and down’ for the DVD and works the channels for the televison. I hadn’t expected it; but am chuffed I have it, as it completes my little ‘system’, the one that suits my Needs. Then come the Sunday, he called and, we went to a pub in Frodsham and watched the Liverpool versus Everton Derby match, played at Goodison. As I made mention at one point, it’d been the first time I’d done such a thing and, with a score of 2-2 one can tell it was an even match, although I thought Liverpool’s disallowed goal was unfair: there was no offside…



Anyway, come Monday morning the back was pretty bad, whilst there was housework to do and, bedding to be changed. Funnily enough, come the afternoon he regretted not washing it, as the weather turned from dank, to sunny and, milder than it had been at the weekend. That aside, as I was seeing to my bed I wanted to watch ‘The Wright Stuff’ on tv, yet therein lay a problem, no sound. It had seemed that the way Barry had configured my set-up only allowed the DVD side to work efficiently. That little problem plagued me for much of the morning, until finally I got it sussed, dispensing with much Barry had done and utilising a set-up of my own, that worked. Now granted, there’s still a few the set-up of players doesn’t do, as it could, but it’s mine and, allows me to play all my discs, which is what I’d wanted. Anyway, I’d finished about lunch-time, well Dad’s lunch-time, then gone a walk, for the grapes I forgot on the Saturday. I spent the afternoon planning what I wanted to put together for a couple of friends for Christmas, then made our evening meal, with Dad cutting the spuds for me. Now, Dad’s favourite meal is cheese on toast, mine is cheese ‘n onion casserole, which I’d made and, totally enjoyed. After resting my knees awhile I acquired a couple of my favourite shows, then sat to write awhile…

Dad had slept well and, I hadn’t. Then I awoke Thursday, in time for the local news at 9:00 and my Dad beginning the house-work , So, after a quick coffee I joined him. Once we’d finished I went a walk nidst the drying crumpled brown leaves, for my Dad’s meds. Unfortunately his pharmacy did not have the size of surgical tape he’d wanted, for his eye-guard. That’d put me on a mission, so I’d continued my walk, till I’d found what he wanted, at a price he’d be prepared to pay. Then later, at home, mt Aunty Marion had rung and, I’d overheard Dad say to her, “I’m sure they put the wrong lens in…” This was after just two days. Talk about Mister patient. He just isn’t a very patient patient, at all…



Well I rose on Friday I knew I’d be going to the Azda again; having persuaded my Dad to stay in and let me take care of things. I knew it’d take more than one journey, but I felt it was worth it. As it transpires I had found it doubly so; there’d been a blue sky, a light chill to the face, as I walked midst the light brown leaves. I’d got the main part of our list, then returned home. Barry had called, with a DVD player for me, that worked, set-up into my little system and takes USB’s, much to my delight. That had been from him, on his birthday and, all he got from me was a card, a grin and, a ‘thank you’, several in fact: and, the only problem, with my system, is no remote for the TV, or for the DVD player. That said, I can now watch my collection of CD’s and DVD’s, without scoring them, as the external DVD drive for the Acer has been doing.

All I have to recall when the system’s not working first time around, as the TV has to find the DVD player, manually. Yet that said, when it comes to manual settings and remotes, I do tend to hit panic mode, way too easily.



Ha! Talking ‘Panic Mode’, I saw the pilot to the American version of ‘Red Dwarf’ and, except for a Holly who I fancied the show was just, wrong-all wrong. They used lines from different episodes and series, to fit into a back-story that was only hinted at in the original and, not in that much detail. I came away from watching it with a real ‘wtf’ realization: the American’s had ruined a favourite show of mine with a pointless remake, again!

I woke early Wednesday morning the sun on my face, so lain there awhile and, fell asleep again. It’d been a good way to wake like that, twice. I had known I had a walk ahead of me, to Azda and a vegetable supreme, ten-inch deep pan without mushrooms and with extra cheese instead; for when I finish voluntary work. Well, by the time I’d finished my shopping, I’d been finished; well, totally whacked; both with tea to make, I could hardly rest. Then, after our casserole I’d waited on Barry. When he had arrived, we’d watched ‘Franklyn’ together. Now, that’s been one hell of a good film and, what’s more it was British, a Film 4 co-production, from 2008

Tuesday morning I’d been up early to goto The Cheshire and get my money, before going home for a quick coffee. Then after my brief rest I began travelling with Dad, to the private ‘hospital’ on Laird Street in Birkenhead, where he would have his cateract operation. And, as I had waited I had mused on the place. Maybe care is free at the point of need, as originally intended, but these places like it, make profit from the NHS, which is paid for by the tax-payer; and like the hospital where I had my rectal op have no nurses. Grant you I saw plenty of staff on reception and lots of well-paid doctors, the place looked nice, but I saw no nurses. That had seemed wrong, to me. Offering a specialty ‘service’, places like it and, where I had been, cost the NHS a lot and, to do so by cutting back on other services, like having nurses. Heck, my experience at Murreyfields, a Spire ‘Hospital’ used health care-assistants, lowly paid, on short-term contracts that they have to fight to retain. And then, after nearly two and a half hours, Dad came out of the double doors and entered reception. Then, on the way home he told me he’d seen two nurses and, six people before him, as he’d entered the doctor’s conveyor-belt system of operating… people, as commodities, there to be operated on, to make profit for some and, paid for by many, under the auspice of the NHS…

After housework Dad and I got in the car to go to the doctors, for our flu-jabs. I’d made the appointment weeks earlier, knowing full well that if the appointment was made, he’d go. As it was, the fact that he has a forthcoming for cataract operation meant he felt overly cautious about it. Anyway, we went in together and, there were two seats waiting. “Would it be best if I had it or not?” Dad had asked, telling the nurse about the forthcoming operation.

“It’d be best if you had it,” she’d assured him, with a smile…

Once home I’d gone on the PC awhile, not at all amused by the irritant, who phoned while I had been downloading a file. I’d answered it foolishly, because as expected I’d lost my connection to the Net, as happens often; when I answer the phone in the back. The fellow had introduced himself, as I heard echo, a busy office and a ringing line. “Well, I don’t know you…” I’d responded. And, I could picture him turn from the phone to his colleague as he paraphrased me: “He doesn’t know me…” Then had continued, “Well, I’m a Windows…” and, I can’t recall if he’d said consultant, or specialist. Either way: there’s not a firm called Windows and, there’s no way on Earth Microsoft would ring a user out of the blue. And these scam artists should be illegal.

Anyway. Come Thursday evening Chloe was at the project, which had been good, just for the smiles and the light-hearted atmosphere her presence creates and, on this occasion it was her hair, amongst other things; as she had arrived with her very similar to Cruella De Ville…



On Saturday, just after I’d cooked the onions for tea the microwave died. Dad had gone out and bought a new one, that just didn’t do the job. Well, that had irked Dad, which frustrated me, so when Barry had called and offered us assistance I’d appreciated it. He’d taken us to Azda with the Microwave my Father had bought, with the turntable that wouldn’t turn, that we exchanged for a cheaper model and got the extra back. It was the shops own, a basic model, which I can understand. So, all-in-all, I’m pleased my Dad’s purchae was faulty…

During tea on Sunday I asked my Dad, “Are we doing the housework tomorrow?” “Of course,” he’d replied. “Well, I’ll be up to help you if I’m alive.” Now, I’ve always had a fear of dying through a bleed on my brain, always. The bang on my head the lump just behind my ear that I obtained on my date out gave me cause for concern. Barry had called round on a sunny frosty day, with a fog over Liverpool and we had driven to New Brighton, parked up in the Fort Perch Rock car park and, then went a walk on the beach. Barry had walked near the Fort, looking at the walls width and I’d intended to take his photo when I stood on a wide rock, then fell and hit my head on another rock. When I rose I’d walked to Barry, told him what had happened and he’d said to me, “Best to keep walking.” So we’d gone promenading… I went to bed, wondering if I'd bleed internally and, would anyone miss me...



...if I died.

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CassandraAnastacia
02:09 Oct 22 2012

I would miss you very much so if You died.

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moonkissed
03:49 Oct 22 2012

I would miss you terribly and continue to send emails to your regular email and VR whenever I thought, just to say I saw something you would have liked or I miss our chats.

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RedQueen
02:30 Oct 23 2012

I would mourn the loss of a beloved friend, and someone who keeps telling me I give him dirty thoughts....

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Arcanum
12:02 Oct 25 2012

No dying or bleeding internally allowed...i would miss you indeed!!

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XbluesandX
14:07 Nov 05 2012

Awe... :(



Glad you're still with us!!!

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After housework Dad and I got in the car to go to the doctors, for our flu-jabs. I’d made the appointment weeks earlier, knowing full well that if the appointment was made, he’d go. As it was, the fact that he has a forthcoming for cataract operation meant he felt overly cautious about it. Anyway, we went in together and, there were two seats waiting. “Would it be best if I had it or not?” Dad had asked, telling the nurse about the forthcoming operation.

“It’d be best if you had it,” she’d assured him, with a smile…

Once home I’d gone on the PC awhile, not at all amused by the irritant, who phoned while I had been downloading a file. I’d answered it foolishly, because as expected I’d lost my connection to the Net, as happens often; when I answer the phone in the back. The fellow had introduced himself, as I heard echo, a busy office and a ringing line. “Well, I don’t know you…” I’d responded. And, I could picture him turn from the phone to his colleague as he paraphrased me: “He doesn’t know me…” Then had continued, “Well, I’m a Windows…” and, I can’t recall if he’d said consultant, or specialist. Either way: there’s not a firm called Windows and, there’s no way on Earth Microsoft would ring a user out of the blue. And these scam artists should be illegal.

Anyway. Come Thursday evening Chloe was at the project, which had been good, just for the smiles and the light-hearted atmosphere her presence creates and, on this occasion it was her hair, amongst other things; as she had arrived with her very similar to Cruella De Ville…

Friday, well. It was up early to help with the shopping, which had been as contentious as shopping can get, when you’re in the queue and, someone suddenly tells another: “If you’re getting that,” meaning cheap white flour, “I won’t be having anymore baking.” And, a replacement had hurriedly been found.

And thankfully the weather was pleasant, as my neck ached, badstyle; so I took it for a walk, to get some split peas, ready for the tea we’d cook together, Dad doing the potato and veg, me providing the side dish… “and, there’s too much in it.”

Well, my doc says I need to eat, so I encourage me, by cooking things I like.

Surely that’s a good thing?!?

Come Tuesday I was up earl to go to the doctor’s, to see about several things, like the non-appointment with the pain specialist, or the results of the xray, or how I ‘feel’.



It was a proper autumnal morning, with the gold and brown crinkly leaves underfoot, as fresh air hit my face, with a light breeze.



I got to the doctor’s and rambled as I do and, got some meds I’d feel useful; then asked about my xray, after handing her a usb of my stories. It transpires she a Pisces, which had not surprised me, at all. She’d appeared quiet a moment before smiling and saying ‘the inflammation is worse but, everything seems okay.’



It was at the chemist when I was getting my script, an assistant pointed out that the inflammation she’d spoken of didn’t mean that I had something wrong with my chest, but rather it referred to the muscles there.



Well hearing that, I kept the smile on my face and returned home. And, once there I’d made rock buns, prior to time on the computer and rest, before making tea.



Lucy called in the evening, as I slept; waking me with the phone ringing: “I’m outside.” And she’d called, before her birthday and going on holiday… and, her smile still brings a smile to my face…

By very early Monday morning I had finally finished loading the pc. And, that simple sentence does not in noway convey the sheer irritation I had felt, when the first damn installation had not worked, as I wanted. But I’d persisted, even when a converter I’d loaded would not work without a file, from Service Pack 3, which was not available from damn Microsoft, for a standalone. Come to that, their updater was nigh on damn useless, particularly when I’d needed it. Then come Monday morning, as I readied the backroom ready for the housework to be done, I found a disc I had not used. Needless to say, I had found that incredibly frustrating… That said, I had to have the damn thing going by Monday, I’d had to… as then, my shows would be out and available for download, shows like the first episode of series three of ‘The Walking Dead’.

And come the evening, I got to watch the show, with the machine finally looking and acting as I wanted. And, goldarn it, that show is intense and, I do so like the new female character, toting a samurai sword…

It was a sunny Sunday and Barry called with the intention of ‘going somewhere’. As it happens, both ends of the Wirral seemed grid-locked with traffic, thanks to roadworks. That said, we had a pleasant time, retuning home slowly, down country lanes, listening to music and talking nostalgia. And, while I was out with Barry I saw a cute little goth/emo today... awwwww. I want one of my own, they’re so-cute, all big eyes, rockers boots and fringe. And, I have two stories to do... but the red wine with the roast got me, as well as Dad losing the heat pad and a mad panic runaround. It had been in his cupboard, beneath the electric razor. When I had learnt that, I had gone to rest.



And, we actually had pleasant weather Sunday and Monday: which I tried to enjoy, in my own way, unfortunately that means I get pain in my joints and neck and, it seems to be getting worse with the change in the weather. And, as the geese fly away in formation over my home, I found myself wondering, “What next?”



Towards the end of the night, just as I was thinking of either going on VR, or seeking bed, when my machine developed, or should I say acquired malaware, or a virus; and which ever it was, once I’d got rid, it had also corrupted its rundll.exe So I had tried one fix, which hadn’t worked, then went for the second fix I read off, which entailed using the installation disc for XP and, “Even though you are performing a repair installation, do NOT press ‘R’ Press ‘Enter’. And, as I had pressed ‘Enter’, I found myself hoping that the next bit in the instructions would hold true: “Windows will reinstall the operating system, overwriting your corrupt or missing rundll.exe file. Your other data and files will not be erased.” That last bit had truly concerned me.



Well, time had passed and, I returned to the machine, turning on the monitor with more than a little trepidation: ‘Had I lost my files?’ As it happens, it was all there and, so was the same problem, as well as a new one. At that point I’d almost wanted to weep, but instead I went to bed and, tried to sleep. That had been about two a.m.



Then at 8:30 a.m. Wednesday morning I was up bright and cheerful, with awareness that I had a task at hand, that I could get to, after I’d been to get my blood pressure taken, after a pleasant walk, by the blonde nurse who’d lost weight, was proud of it; and, a welcome distraction from the thoughts I’d been having about my pc. I’d even surmised at one point that my blood pressure would be up, because of it all. Well when I got home, it was back to it, meaning putting files to disc, prior to doing the thing I really didn’t want to again, not so soon after last time, just a few month ago, a complete reinstall, of everything I find useful on my pc. And, the only consolation is that I now have most of my ‘useful files’ put to two discs, with the intention of making the whole process just that little bit easier, for me.



Well, I had my preferences for files to save, while windows and Nero still work, ‘Doctor Who’ and Jericho’ Season two, with the alternate ending, which I wanted so badly to please a Lady, that I begged a favour and, had got it.



And, nt brother Ian had rung and, it seems his ladies son had had a child, making Dad a great-grandfather, so Ian says. Mum was Family, I an is and is Dad, but… Well, I’ll smile and play nice, for my brother. But it’s not as though his ladies son is Ian’s!



Anyway…



After Dad and I had eaten the chicken casserole I’d made I waited to see if Barry would call, he had. Although I had put ‘Doom’ to usb for us watch, he couldn’t stay, so once he’d gone, I got a couple of more discs finished, while I finished seeing the film out; and I really do like the last ten to fifteen minutes of that film and find it’s first person action quite riveting, much like the game, which I’ve enjoyed playing.



Once ‘Doom’ had finished and Dad was asleep, I had put on the latest episode of ‘Haven’, to watch while typing. I’d gone to bed a little earlier than Tuesday night, Wednesday morning; though knowing full well how much awaited me the next day.



Being without access to the Web it is so damn frustrating: and I have so not liked being able to access VR, to input a ramble, or a poem. It’s been even more frustrating this time around as I’ve had access to Karl’s camera and, with the tower being used just for copying data to discs, I’d been denied the opportunity to reinstall XP



Granted, I could’ve used one of the laptops, but they’re that slow as to make that idea a poor one. And meanwhile, I do so miss having access to the internet.



And, I don’t know whether it had been writing into the early hours, worrying ‘bout the pc, or the fitted sheet I slept on, that didn’t seem to be fitted well; but, I slept very poorly Wednesday. Then when I rose I had done so with an aching body and, as I finished off a disc, after cleaning the bathroom, the phone had rung: “Your appointment with the pain specialist has been transferred to Spire, Murreyfields…”



Now, that’s where I’d had rectal stuff done and came away from it feeling dissatisfied. I’d explained that and then taken my back for a limp to the doctors, to have what had happened put on record, for my doctor’s reference and, ‘just in case.’



Then I’d made my way home, after obtaining some Toblerone for Dad. And, though I’d stretched and exercised, the ache had persisted. So, while I’d burned another disc, I had rested my back and joints awhile, prior to taking some painkillers and dressing to go out and very possibly get wet. And yes, needless to say, it had rained as I had helped to serve up the meal; and then, it had carried on raining, my back and my joints aching, once again...



But, on the way to the station I had managed to fins someone in a shop doorway, to act as a home for the well-wrapped left-over meal in my bag. That’d been cool.



And later, once home, with pizza inside me, I had typed away as it the incessant rain hit my window and, I’d wondered, ‘Would anyone miss me on VR, or perhaps those who I exchange emails with?’ Now, that had been a thought to end my night with...

On Thursday on the way to the project I started two new yesterday... gawd I hate having a slow day: relaxing my knees and asleep is fine _ but, just not slow, when I'm awake.



Unfortunately, come the evening… a USB showed fault, one that had the whole of Jericho series two on it, for someone. Grant you, I managed to recover it, but it had been a long and lengthy process.



Saturday was a good day out today with my mate Barry, just shopping for overalls, we had plenty to talk about... and, there was a lot to see…

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moonkissed
00:40 Oct 07 2012

I am sure it is appreciated.

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CassandraAnastacia
02:27 Oct 08 2012

I can relate, to the first part anyway. I hate slow days, and I always end up feeling like I've accomplished nothing at the end of it.

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Thursday the sky was blue, with no sign of rain, as I left home to sign-on. Firstly, I’d walked to the station, to get myself a cross-river SaveAway ticket, as I’d known I’d be travelling to voluntary work later on. Then I’d left the station, taken a left and walked on a bit, to the busstop. Just before the bus had arrived, I’d said to the older man who used a stick, just to my right; “You been waiting long?” In answer he’d told me how long he’d been waiting, which inferred he’d just missed the previous bus. So I’d pointed out across the road and said to him, “If I miss the bus I just go over the road and I know I’ll get one from there in about five minutes…” At this the fellow had indicated his stick, then said something to the effect of, “If I were fit like you…” Well, that’d irked me beyond belief, ‘coz of late I’ve come up against that attitude of late, meaning I don’t look ‘sick.’ And, explaining that one shouldn’t judge by appearance I’d explained, “I have compression, displacement, compression and impingement of the spine… and yes, I do look fine.” Unfortunately guilt set in and, I’d still been mulling over my manner toward the fellow at the dole. My anger had been borne from frustration that I’m as ill as I am and don’t look it; which leads to some really fascicle comments at times. And, I’d ended up recanting the story to the fellow in the dole who signed me on. He had finished up by saying, “Well, you can’t always judge a book by its cover, now can you?”

'It is written by those who observe the cult of celebrity for those with no life outside the cult of celebrity they read voraciously of.'



'It is written by the vacuous, who make capital shallow empty shallow lives.'



'They are written and intended for those who are overly interested in those who are not overly interesting.'



These are a couple of quick definitions of gossip magazines, like the prurient trash that saw ‘public interest’ in Kate Middleton’s boobs. And, compared to magazines such as these, I prefer the honesty of porn. At least porn is what it says on the tin, whereas who likes gossip said of them, other than perhaps z-list celebrities?



I wonder what other definitions people might have, for these scandal rags?

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Medlin
19:31 Oct 04 2012

I called it junk food for the brains of people lacking lives to live vicariously through people who don't even know they exist.



Then of course there's my typical reaction upon seeing the cover of these magazines, "Who cares?"

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CassandraAnastacia
02:33 Oct 08 2012

I really do find theses things rather annoying, and my over all thought is "who would want to read this trash?" or "Why does anyone care?" I find it really ridiculous when magazines such as these spout nonsense like "well it is our public duty to give to the people what they want." When really its not, who really cares about Kate Middleton's boobs anyway? To me boobs are boobs weather they be on a girl in the porn industry or some famous rich bitch.



Anyway, some people need to stop and think to themselves about how they would feel if every aspect of their personal lives were being published for the world to see, I'm sure a lot of nasty tid bits would come out about them as well, becuase well we all have secrets now don't we? But that's just my thoughts/rant on the matter.

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I was up to help Dad with the housework on Monday, then out to goto the village. To check out what day I’d be doing sensory testing, after a coffee, of course. Having got a number to ring, I went home to do so, having picked up my Dad’s meds for him on the journey. Well, once home I phoned, only to learn that I had my appointment an hour later and a half later, at two one in the afternoon. Come the testing I tried two different Cumberland sausage and then, six different slices of smoked salmon. And, although my doctor is always saying ‘eat more’ and ‘eat more oily fish’, I don’t think she meant all-in-one go. That said, the knees weren’t too happy when I got home, but after the wine with tea, I relaxed well, so felt pretty good when I rose for nine and a documentary about economics I wanted to watch with him. After that, I’d watched the second episode of ‘Haven’. I do like that show… and, where it’s heading with its plot.



Tuesday was another grey sky wet day and, I idled my time doing recordings, after my walk to the village. When we were going to do the washing after tea, Dad noticed the hot water was off, so he went up in the loft to check out the boiler and, I went with him. As he disappeared for a few minutes I had a looksee myself. It was then that he returned and somehow managed to kneel down with his knee on my lower back. Well, needless to say, that’d hurt… goodstyle.