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Having spent so much time working on the old Dell I hardly wanted to return to working on my friend Lucie’s machine againl a Dell, albeit a little younger than mine..



And, it’s with more than a tad of humour that I acknowledged that Karl might be right when he’d said that I’ve configured it to look and feel like one of my own laptops. That said, by the time I finished working on it, the machine had Avast, Malaware Bytes and K-lite codecs. I’d also developed a severe case of cabin fever, after nearly two days inside, bar a brief walk to Raby Mere, ‘my peaceful place’. And, all the time the weather is the same, showers and sun, or sun and showers.



And, I did find a diversion, or two: first off, I got into ‘Bullet In The Face’ and, now I’ve hot into a very surreal show, with excellent script values, ‘The Booth at the End’, which I find quite intriguing, with it’s interwoven character led storyline.

After my adventurous day, I needed to rest, a lot. Staying indoors thanks to the rain was a good bet. I had got to see the last of series five of ‘True Blood’, so there’s another DVD to make Now. And, I had pressed on, on the old Dell. And, whattaya know? It did, come on that is… So, after a whole days work, I was able to get it going, pretty well. Aw eh I was chuffed, I do like that old Dell of mine.

Barry phoned Saturday morning, “I’m going to Liverpool, are you coming?” Well, needless to say, I had said ‘yes.’ He’d called down in his motor and we went to Anfield, where he’d got the tickets for a Liverpool match he wanted to see with family. Well, as I took photos of the Japanese teens taking them of themselves with the staue of Bill Shankley, Barry waited, not too patiently, to see if there was a ticket for him. Thankfully for him and, the rest of the day, he’d acquired what he wanted and, then we were back on our travels: “I know where we’ll go” he’d said, then began to drive. Thankfully the tide was out at Moreton shore, ‘coz once we’d he’d had what he wanted from the café nd, I’d eaten my egg batch, we’d gone for a walk on the beach, puzzling over vortexes in small pools in the sand, made as the tide had reced. And, we’d clambered on the rocks, finding a fossil or two, before heading back to mine. I had cooked toasted cheese for Dad and I, then later Barry called back and, we’d watched ‘The Expendables 2’ together…. We had finished off with a half hour of ‘Ted’, before he had to go…

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LadyRain
02:52 Aug 26 2012

That walk on the Beach sounds Awsome! I bet it was very beautiful!

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I was sittin on the back seat of the bus, on the window seat to the left. And sitting there, on the window seat to my right was a hoodie reading The Metro, a paper I like. And, I had been going to ask him, “Can I read Nemi?” as I would anyone else who might be sittin there, reading the Metro, as I do like the comic-strip about the Goth, Nemi. But, stories of hoodies and their uncivilised, antisocial, nefarious ways sprang to mind and, instead I’d decided to ask him, “Why do you feel the need to wear a hoodie, even on a sunny day?” Yet, as I glanced at the fellow wearing Clark Kent gigs like mine; unshaven as I’ve been when depressed and, kinda shrunken into his paper, as I have been, when I chose to avoid people one time, through issue over trust, I’d thought to myself, I’ll leave him alone, it seems he wants to hide.” And, that got me to wondering, “Do they all wear them as they do, ‘coz they’re all trying to hide?”

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LadyRain
02:54 Aug 26 2012

Its funny that you mentioned the Hoodie with the fact of wanting to possibly hide! When i have worn them in the past an still do sometimes that is exactly why i wore it to blend in an become un-noticeable in possble.

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I went to sign on and, having placed my card on the desk, as instructed I had sat down on one of the blue blue-seats, opposite the clock, near the door out.







I had expected to wait quite awhile, as I had two weeks earlier. This time I had chosen to dress smartly, to look and feel as official as the fellow I had spoken to on that occasion. After a minute or so I was called over, to that same fellow.







I always assume he resents the fact I sign-on earlier than most on workfare, as special dispensation was made for me, by a Manager, as I stress out in crowds.







On this occasion he was not curt, or impolite. On this occasion he has dealt with politely, yet briskly. And, although I’d asked questions, he’d tried to answer them.







One question I had asked was about the note concerning sanctions applied to those on workfare, who didn’t meet their set requirements. To that he had explained that was something that should have been clarified earlier.







Then, as he looked through my proof of jobsearch, he asked if I had any change of circumstance, to which I told him of my second MRI and the damage it had shown.







To this he had reported, “No, I mean like change of address, or phone number, or something like that…”







“Well, I’d have thought that the MRI and its results were a ‘change of circumstances’?” I’d said.







“That’s what you tell an advisor,” he had answered.







“So when do I see an advisor?” I had asked.







“When you’ve finished with workfare,” I’d been told.







“So I have an end-date?” I’d asked, not knowing I had, or not.







“No, you stay with them, until they send you back… or something like that.”







Now, all of that was certainly strangeness itself and, not what I’d expected, hence dressing as I had and, putting my business head on’, to sign-on.







It seems, the truth is, the DWP doesn’t know what to do with those like me, fifty-odd, activity looking for work, with a few problems, that require a little assistance.







22nd August 2012

It rained much of Tuesday. I pricked out some plants and made a film for dailymotion of me singing ‘In The Year 2525’. It hadn’t been brilliant, but I do like that song, so I’d recorded it… simple as. Then come the evening I watched the season finale of ‘Falling Skies’, which had been the explosive ending to Season Two I had expected.

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LadyRain
02:55 Aug 26 2012

I do wonder what that year may be like!!

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The 20th brought another fine blue-sky morning and, after the housework was finished I’d taken a walk to the village, to get Dad the white-Spirit he wanted, for cleaning brushes, after painting. On my journey home I’d acquired the last three ‘Bullet In The Face’ that I’d not known existed, yet; and a reasonable copy of ‘Ted’ and ‘Expendables 2’.



Come the afternoon I pushed the body, to get some weeding and front-lawn edging done, before enjoying a rest. Well, as one might imagine, after tea I watched ‘Expendables 2’, which was more of the same, much more of the same and, that had made in a film to enjoy. Heck, I’d even enjoyed seeing Chuck Norris appear as one of the heroes. And, even Arnie got in on this one… Plus, there’d been enough puns in the movie to film a second book, for Bob Monkhouse. Aye, I’d enjoyed it.



And, as Dad went to bed, I started watching episode four of ‘Bullet In The Face’. Swear down, with elements of so many films and tv shows, including ‘Sledgehammer’, that series has to be the most violent and, funniest thing I’ve seen in… ages.

All-in-all, I had a good day on Wednesday. I went out to dig up bulbs as Dad wanted, building an embankment and re-planting just a few. I also baked some scones, then come Thursday evening we had a pretty busy night at the church door, with about twenty nine getting a meal and, me getting a bright cheerful-looking Chloe-Bear as I call it, from young Chloe, who was dressed as brightly. After the project, Mark, Chloe and I went for a quick drink, before I’d gone home… Come Friday, after a walk to the village for prunes, for Dad, all the exercise of late had taken it out of me, so that after tea, when I lay to rest, I rested well, too well, waking at ten…

I awoke on Wednesday at 9:30 a.m. after a night of very heavy rainfall. I’d decided to be proactive over my shoulder, having still not heard from the back specialist I’d been directed toward. And meanwhile, I’ve designed an exercise regime that seems to help not just my back and upper neck, but also the area that’s been a side-effect of the infringement in my upper spine. It even seems to help a little with the pain in my left shoulder… Then come the evening, I called on Karl, who’d been kind enough to clone the harddrive of the laptop I use as a dvd machine, using a slightly larger HDD, producing a machine that does seem to function better than it had, now…

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moonkissed
01:39 Aug 17 2012

Ah and now I have caught up! I missed the Olympics. Well did not miss but rather skipped. To commercial said the man and I agree.

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Monday I finished making dvd's for a couple of friends, after drinking red wine and dozing.



[Dad and I have half a bottle on Sunday, the rest on Monday.]



I made ‘true blood’ 4 and half of five... after making one’s of ‘john carter’ and ‘piranha 3dd’.



My machine's a hotch potch, but it's mine and works... and, allows me to make friends a treat, even if it takes me AGES!



Tuesday, I had a good day: I rimmed a hedge, made scones, sent a dvd of the last series of true blood to Mississippi, did me Dad's hair an... got called an 'elder', by my employment advisor. “Darn smartarse!”

I used to go out with a witch [not one of the fiancee's] and, as she taught me stuff, one thing was glaring... there maybe a dark and a light, a left and right hand path if you will' but we rarely see the path we choose to walk, until we look back...

On Saturday I went shopping with Barry, who had been frustrated to find that much that he needed to buy for work was unavailable, as there’s half-day opening on many of the shops he tried. The come the evening as I stood in the kitchen, eating oat biscuits with honey on them a shaft of lightning shot through the remains of the tooth that the dentist had worked on, so hard. Well, I’d cleaned it through, then taken loads of painkillers I’d gone to bed. And tried to relax, but had been unable to, due to an extremely noisy party, down the way, that had been bouncing, till almost 2:00 a.m.



On Sunday the mouth had felt a lot better, but my Dad’s ear-drops had run out. So, it looks like come Monday I won’t be seeking an emergency appointment, I’ll be buying Otex instead, the begin the housework, with Dad… I spent much of the day cleaning my ceiling and, taking part in a radio quiz, ‘Fact or Fiction’ that I’d won. “Can you come back next week?” I’d been asked. Of course, I’d said, “Yes.”And, I dug out the rest of my potato plants, getting what amounted to a meal worth, for two out of them…

It was a blustery day Tuesday and, as I got cooking after gardening, I made a cute video, which I input on dailymotion.com after sending it as an email to a few friends. It is too cute, but I made it and, it made me smile. I’d also sent off my DVD of the first half of series five of ‘True Blood’, to it’s recipient. Come the evening, Lucie called round and, I listened as she talked, of relationships… and, stuff. Ah yes, and we’d watched the film, ‘The Stuff’. It’d been good, to see her.





Come Wednesday I got ready to go out with Barry: perhaps our last day out for awhile, as he’d be starting work on the Monday.



The journey through the lanes and backroads was good; and eventually he parked up before a set of gates that we walked through. We’d then followed a pathway through fields to the vantage point we’d sought “Where am I?” I’d asked, looking to my right, ahead, then left.



“Frodsham Hill,” he’d told me, as I had gazed at a vista that took in the estuary mouth, Liverpool and Blackpool and The Penines. The view had been fantastic. On the way back to mine, to make a chicken casserole, it’d been a real ‘finger-on-the-button’ warning. There were some strange outdoor smells and, with the finger ready, we’d been able to shut the windows in time.



And though it had it been hot, I did have some ‘Alphas’ and ‘Warehouse 13’ to watch. That was cool…



I was a tad cheesed-off come Thursday night, when I spent the last of my coin to get to the church, to help Shirley, as asked. Then I’d found myself in the middle of a large group of volunteers, on a moderately quiet sunny evening, quite unneeded. At least, that’s how I felt: and, considering how little money I had, it was damned irksome.

I was also irked somewhat by the attitude of two volunteers, Kat and Alicia, both of whom do support work. Kat had thought it amusing that she recalled a sausage bounce off my cap. And, both of them thought I should not take it as seriously as I do.

They both seemed to think that the fellow should be offered a ‘three strikes and your out’ policy, whilst for years the project has a ‘no-violence to volunteers’ policy.

Needless to say, I hadn’t been at all amused, by their attitude, one iota…



Then Friday the weather was sunny, very sunny, as we left home, to go shopping. On our return I sat and wrote, as Dad bathed. I’d been delighted that I’d finished it, prior to going to the dentists in the afternoon, for the other-half of the root-canal work, or so I’d thought. As it transpires, there are another two appointments to go...

I am unofficially, the world’s greatest cynic. There’s nothing of note on the news and, you’d imagine there’s no soldier’s deaths, every day. The Olympics have proven to be a marvellous distraction for the way the Conservatives have wrought change; allowing them to back up the bankers who do not lend, with our money, to encourage them to lend, again. They have brought the Olympics in under budget, so Cameron says, after the budget was increased several times. The games have become so commercial, thanks to corporate sponsorship, that the little man, selling an ‘Olympic burger’ within the ‘designated bounds’ is simply not allowed to: such is the nature of capitalism; the little man being stomped on, by the big man. There’s that and, while the Olympics are on, local businessmen are losing money, a lot of it. These are Londoncentric games, that take the focus of so much, particularly the rest of the country. And then, when big business screw-up, as G4S did with it’s security staffing issues, then it’s up to the taxpayer to take up the strain, much as happened with the bankers; only in this instance, it was the soldier who acted on our behalf: the same soldiers who are being ‘retired’, after a tour of duty in Afghanistan. Yet, that said, cynical as I am, when I walked through the lounge, as Murrey’s gold was announced, even I felt my heart lifted somewhat, particularly as he’s tried so hard over these last few years to find success. As if that wasn’t enough, I saw his opponent Federer give the man the most glowing tribute. Perhaps I am unofficially, the world’s greatest cynic, but I had found what Roger Federer had said, most touching indeed.

Saturday, after a thunderstorm on an otherwise sunny day, I went out in a light rain, with the long black umbrella I like, to go out and get the oranges that we forgot to acquire on Friday. As the journey progressed, the light rain ceased. And I managed to use it as part of my exercise for my body, for my shoulder, for my left arm, as I walked. I’d managed to have the walk I wanted. Come tea-time Dad and I had his favourite meal, Toasted cheese, with soup. Then later, I began to make the second of the two discs of season four of ‘True Blood’, using the default settings that Karl had shown me, when he called Friday night.

Come Tuesday morning I was up early for me, to go travelling with Barry, who had borrowed a small blue soft-top BMW from his nephew.

He picked me up at about nine-twenty, we went to the village, where I’d got my housekeeping; then we went to his, where I saw to his PC, taking Norton off it and putting on alternatives. The idea had been to put the roof down, rock music on and drive down the promenade. That had been the idea. As it was, we got to the front and, then it began to rain. We hadn’t cared to much, as we did get to have a walk on the beach, a brief one around the small boating-lake and, finished off at back at the car park for Fort Perch Rock, where we he got a choc-ice and I had a Cornish cone. And then, it had been homeward as I cook on a Tuesday. Again, I spent the evening with my head being chockered by the PC, which had led too an early night, for me.

Come Wednesday I was up then out after changing the bedding; as I’d been due to get the results off my MRI my doctor. The weather had been pleasant for my walk, but the news hadn’t been. As I’ve grown to expect, the vertebrae at the top is crumbling, as the base of the spine is below the displacement. Well, I hadn’t dealt with it too well, though I’d held the tears back while I’d been sitting opposite my doctor, a Lady. The afternoon was spent setting up and experimenting with the new modem I’d received, prior to going to the dentist, Needless to say, even that hadn’t begun too well, as I’d got to the dentist to find there’d been an emergency appointment before me and, I had to wait. Well, knowing full well what I was looking to, I had sat there, watching, just watching, as I’d dwelt on what to expect, root canal work. And, truth be told, it had been as I’d expected, having had the same thing done for a troublesome molar once before. At the end of the appointment I’d been told I would return for the rest of the treatment and, to return ASAP. ASAP had translated as a week, by the time I got to reception, due to the expected length of that appointment. ‘All good news’, I’d thought sarcastically, pleased at least that I’d already prepared the evening meal. Well, I hadn’t been able to eat upon getting home: hell, if I had I can see me biting into my damn tongue. As it was, Dad was patient enough to wait for me, so that we could each our chicken casserole and dumplings together. I’d used my waiting time to type up my new ‘dwelling poem’, after which we had eaten. And I rested ‘awhile’, rising at ten, annoying to hell and back, as I’d agreed to watch the women’s gymnastics with him at nine.

Yep, Wednesday had really been an ‘All good news’ day indeed…

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RedQueen
22:24 Aug 02 2012

Looks like we're all have a shitty week sugar- sorry about your back- is there anything they can do?

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