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By the time I went to bed on Sunday night both my writs were aching badly from gardening and, my PC had a malaware on it called Delta.com, which looks like a search engine and sends your information to a third party. But, I decided to mellow out and not worry. After all, it'd rained, we need it and I gardened, which I like and, I’m alive. An besides, I've had enuff hassles, for one Life.



Monday was just like that the day before, pleasant with blue skies and white fluffy clouds, although with a wind. After housework and buying the milk I did some watering, then set about making an apple crumble…

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moonkissed
00:33 Apr 30 2013

Gardening sounds nice.

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Friday the weather was so pleasant I decided to garden, after Dad and I had returned from shopping. After several hours my left hand wouldn't work, very well; and my spine ached something rotten' and I had a smile etched on my face a mile wide... I so like getting out there... gives one time to think... 'coz no matter how bad I perceive things to be.... I have a roof over my head and, a meal in my stomach. I'm fortunate. There are those who don't have what I do, so I still do my Thursday's. {And, I got all of that, from a few hours thought, while gardening? Not bad, for a manic-depressive!}

Come Monday I was up as early as possible, made easy by sleeping with the curtains open, so the first light woke me up, slowly. Once up I did my end of the housework, before going out, to the doctor’s, for the blood test I had fasted fourteen hours for, as directed. I had been well overdue to have the test, which I need to have ‘coz I take Adalat, for my Raynauds. Anyways, I was up and around and the weather had been good, so aching sinus, or not, I began clearing-weeds from the drive and weeds and moss from the back lawn. All-in-all, it was tiring and satisfying to look back on, after I’d finished.

On Saturday the weather was good and, Barry called to go shopping, taking me with him for the journey and, I’m sure we took every small road possible, to get where we’d gone, just enjoy the scenary wherever we went. Needless to say, my camera had traveled with us and pictures were taken. The evening meal had been Dad’s favourite meal, toasted cheese, after which I’d settled down to watch ‘Doctor Who’, which was one of the better shows I’ve seen; with the feel of the film, ‘The House on Haunted Hill’.

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NellMorgan
12:10 Apr 21 2013

I love Doctor Who.

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I slept really badly on Tuesday night: worse than I have since the burglary. Grant you, I do dwell on the incident though nothing was taken and Dad wasn’t harmed and, my sinus still cause pain, as does the left knee and the impingement in my upper spine is really giving my gyp; so yeah, I’m just not sleeping at all well. Come Wednesday I was cream crackered all day and went to visit Karl, as usual in the evening, returning home in the worst wind I’ve known for awhile. Needless to say, I’d got poor expectations of sleeping through the night, again…

Then Barry called at mine at 12:05 on Sunday, as that had been when I said I’d be dressed and, I had been, having already got the onion chopped and the gravy prepared for our roast dinner. We had gone to Bury, on a cloudy day and, a sky that had promised rain, yet not delivered. I had managed to obtain a recording of Pink Floyd’s ‘The Wall’, which had become the soundtrack to our journeying. Barry had taken me to his son’s, where I got to see a very different Barry, from the one I used to know, twenty, thirty years ago. We’d gone to a nearby park, taking his grandson and the Staffordshire Bull Terrier Cara. A red had been thrown and, I’d been stunned at how well she would respond to commands, even from me and got lots of photo’s taken. All-in-all, it had been quite something to see my friend as a Father and Grandfather. And, needless to say, on our return home, the weather had turned out really good, with a mild breeze, blue sky and sun. Thankfully, I had got home in time to sit down and eat the Sunday roast with Dad, raising a glass of red wine and, toasting my Mother.

After shopping on Friday morning we had our cup of tea, then I asked Dad to fix up my favourite old pair of black zip-up ankle-boots, with low Cuban heels, on the understanding that he didn’t fix all the holes in them. Well, Dad had accepted the job, although he’d made a point of not making any promises. While he was working I went to the shops for eggs, for tea. When I got back he’d done a good job on my boots, but half the right sole of the boots I’d been wearing had torn off, as I’d walked.

Needless to say, I’d found that hilarious: Dad had not though, as it meant more work, for him. That said, he’d accepted the job and, he’d fixed them for me, as I had worked on the front border; and I’d got edging and weeding etc… as the supervisor, my Mother, would have wanted, meaning two inches from the wall and ensure there’s little forget-me-not, though not all. I even did some transplanting and watering. Then I’d rested awhile, before making tea, thankful the weather had stayed good, for me to end my day… Come the evening, I rose from the settee at ten with a worse limp than usual, after I’d mad myself comfortable, to watch the story of Issac Newton…



Barry called on Saturday and he and I went out and about, on a drive. At one point we got to Moreton Shore and The Shack, where Barry got me a fried-egg, between toast: seriously, they do THE BEST fried egg butty goin. EVER

Tuesday Barry rang me and, during the course of the conversation asked: “And, how are you after Sunday’s expedition?” So, I’d regaled him briefly with the new series of aches and pains, much to his amusement. I had missed out the gardening I had done, of course. Anyway, come the next day, I had been able to show him the pictures that he’d taken for me on the laptop. And we’d talked so much that come ten, we’d hardly realized what time it was, so intense had he been as he’d talked of his son and his past. Aye, and I managed to update my Father’s Freeview box, again for him. And yes it’s a chore, but I save him hundred of pounds, each time I do it for him…

Dad had given me a lift to sign-on on Thursday, then run me to the village were I took part in sensory testing, with the wife of the fellow who used to do films etc for me, sitting directly behind me, after ignoring me when I’d pointed out that the machine computer next to me was free. As she blanked me as she had, I think I can now ascertain what happned to the friendship I’d had with him; she had happened. I think it’s as simple as that. Anyway… Come the evening I went to the project and, although the turnout had been low, I’m still pleased we do as we do, as there were people who seemed to genuinely appreciate what we did there. And, I had got hugs, off Chloe. I liked that.



Friday night was my worst nights sleep in… ages… call it the change in air pressure, or what, but I had serious faceache and breathing issues through the night. Come the next morning I had looked into the mirror and my face had looked kind of imbalanced, to me. That said, I’d relished the fresh air when I went out to go to the chemists, then awhile later, when I went out and about with Barry, shopping on a fine sunny day.



{And, no riders or horses were hurt at The Grand National, as I heard on the radio!}



We had got back to mine to find the front door left ajar. I had entered first and Barry had followed, as my Dad appeared from behind a door, arms raised, finger curled, as he went “grrrr” at me.

Then as I’d gone to make my coffee, Dad had chuckled, before walking away smiling to himself, saying; “Did you think I was a burglar?” Barry had turned to me and said, “It’s the sun, that’s what it is…”



Sunday Barry called and we went to Ashworth Valley outside Bury. [It’s pronounced like most places round there without the ‘r’, so its Ashwoth.] Barry had parked up, I’d changed my footwear, then we’d gone down dale and up and across streams and exhausted as it made me, getting back up, I’d had an excellent time…



Monday Dad used the new vacuum, which is quieter than the old one, with more filters and, more flimsy plastic. And my back ached, as did my neck, which annoyed me. It had annoyed me so much that I’d got busy, after helping with the housework. Having cleaning the slabs outside the front room the previous day, I’d decided to weed the stones inset the drive. Well, after that I had done some hoeing and then, I’d rested awhile. Come the afternoon I got some pc work done and, then enjoyed tea with Dad… I spent the evening feeling as I had much of the day, exhausted, with my neck aching like it hasn’t for months… no doubt about it, Sunday was tiring, but fun.

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RedQueen
18:28 Apr 09 2013

*chuckling*



I love your dad. Such a kidder...lol

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Wednesday was another blue-sky day and my panda-eyes looked worse still. I needed sleep and, it felt like that all day. And, I had wondered if I’d be alright to call at Karl’s, feeling that if I sat down I’d fall asleep. As it was, after my casserole and getting my computer in my bag I’d toddled off. At Karl’s my Acer Inspiron finally became mine, when he changed some associations on it, into my name and not Barry’s. About a half hour or so before we left his Karl had shown me a piece of kit on an Ipad that had intrigued me somewhat, the results of which now reside on Dailymotion.com



Thankfully I did sleep a little better Wednesday night, waking to help Dad with the housework, feeling his annoyance, when he had to use gaffer tape on the extension from the vacuum cleaner. I’d written awhile, before dressing to make us a cup of tea, as the sun came out, on the first day of the Grand National. And, as I readied to get my day started, I’d thought of the chaos I’d witness on the way home from the project come the evening, as I’ve witnessed over several years, with drunken scantily-clad lovelies freezing their exposed fleshy bits, while well-dressed fellows act like idiots, as they stumble from pub to pub. ‘Maybe it wouldn’t happen, this year?’ I’d idly mused, as I finished typing, frozen fingers reminding me to take my Adalat and wear my gloves, when I’d go out, to get the much needed milk. As it happens, I’d been sitting down to drink my tea, as Dad faffed around in the garage when the phone rang. I’d picked up the receiver and looked round, to see Dad there, with his coat on: “I bet it’s the optician’s…” he’d said. It had been. The glasses he’d put it were ready to get picked up, as he’d been readying to go out to get a new vacuum, as the extension had gone on it once to often and, this time the darn thing had just stopped dead, never to work again. Dad had gone out to find a replacement vacuum only to return a short while later declaring, “I couldn’t find anything; everything’s cheap-jack now.” He had frustrated and annoyed and once more said, “Since Mum died, everything’s broken.” And for him, sometimes that is how it seems, particularly with the thing’s that have happened these few years, from the roof, the washing machine onward. Anyway… as I finished up, prior to asking for a lift to sign-on, I’d noticed that my Father was back out in the garage, trying to fix the vacuum, again. Thankfully he had decided to give up on fixing it and taken it to the tip…

Dad’s late-night tablet had left him almost voice-less, almost. And, that hadn’t slowed him – the housework had to be done and, the routine to be followed. Then come Tuesday he was still as he had been and, the weather was good. I went out to get my prescription, calling on the chemists on the way, having already counted out my pennies, for what I wanted. “That’ll be seventy pence,” the young pretty trainee asked of me and, I’d pointed to the price, that said otherwise. “He’s right,” one of the regular assistants had assured her, “it’s what it’s priced at.” Well, I’d been pleased to hear that, because as I say, that’s all I’d had on me. Anyway, the weather was good, so I’d enjoyed the walk, getting home just in time to cook tea. Needless to say, walking had got to my knees and I’d rested the evening away…