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I still can't get my head round the way I always get toothache on a Friday, always. This time the tooth in pain was my lower right, with a cap on, that the dentist had thought was the one to be extracted, on my last visit there. Furthermore I've got an issue with the laptop I was given of Karl: the download folder won't open and, I've got a lot in it, that I'd like to access. Having spent much of an evening trying many things, I'd ended up with a great deal of irritation, thinking of how I'd ask for Karls help with such a matter, just a few months ago, until his woman got me out of his life. I'd drunk a tad too much, thinking on that one. Strangely, my toothache pain had dissipated somewhat Saturday morning, but my copd and guts had played me up goodstyle. And, once more my Father had the opportunity to save aloud several times, “It always rains on washday. I'm thinking of changing it to Tuesday instead.”

I spent doing chores for my Dad; meter readings, a letter of application for a televison licence and finally, an application for a subscription for the brown bin service.

It's a tad irksome. It's one thing being Dad's memory; yet now I'm being more than that; I'm having to be responsible.

Thankfully, I have my distractions.

I got hold of another audio story 'The Forever War', which he had gripped me for two days and was as pleasant a listen, as any of the best I've heard of late.

While I'd been acquiring it, I'd also managed to get hold of a couple more, one of which was 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas'. With my perchant for the author Hunter S. Thompson, I'm really looking forward to listening to that.

on the 24th it became mandatory to use a face-mask when shopping, so i tried out the best I had, thankful it did as intended: my glasses did not mist up as I used it.

That said, I still found the darned thing claustrophobic, as I had used it.
It had not misted up my glasses, as intended.

This was all on the day of the flying ants, as princess mated with workers midair before one's eyes, as I had picked up my ensure drinks in a taxi.

It had been on the Saturday I learned that those working at the Co-Op had no right to deny sale to those not wearing a face-mask.
I'd found that both curious and irksome, at the same time. It hadn't made sense to me.
I'd been shopping and experimenting with masks, to find the one that would irritate me the least, after its adaption. On the way to the end of the road I'd glanced upward and saw The Heron. Now, we've always had one Heron in the area, looking graceful, moments before it will swoop down and acquire fish from local ponds. I'd looked on in awe.
Come the beginning of the week I began a course of Doxycycline, When you start a course you take two. Well, taking two took it out of my bowels goodstyle. The upside is that from the next day on, it's just the one a day.
On Thursday I trimmed the privet hedge, after little sleep; later I chose to eat
a haddock, brocolli and egg 'pie' and cauliflower and cheese: and a couple of mock scotch eggs.Cauliflower rice has proven a boon; with egg I can make several things I can eat, successfully: although, I still dread the unexpected of the next day.
Then last Sunday, as I prepared my soup, a storm raged; thunder rolled twice, then sheet lightning began, only piecemeal and not the whole sky and lasted almost half an hour, or so. It had impressed me greatly.
While shopping I'd seen a middle-aged woman board a bus, her mask in hand: She had entered the bus with her mask in hand, then sat and the driver had not moved off, as per the sign on the outside of the bus,'all passengers must wear a face-covering'. He had not moved from the bus-stop for awhile, until she had finally chosen to wear the mask she had brought onboard with her. Then on Tuesday I saw a fifteen or sixteen year old almost white-haired young lady with a very slim build and mid-riff showing, board a bus, without a mask and the male driver let her on and drove away. Then on Wednesday I saw a fifteen or sixteen year old almost dark-haired young lady with a very slim build and mid-riff showing, board a bus, without a mask and the female driver let her on and drove away.
Come the evening we'd had another storm, with constant rain, some thunder followed by lightning. Going out to the grey recycling bin to put card in had been interesting.
I had my life threatened by a bunch of teenagers on bicycles, on Friday, having previously encountered two of them on my way to my friends up the road.
One had called me a 'nonce', as the two had harassed me.
Then on Saturday there had ten of them and, the whole event freaked me, goodstyle: they had been acting like feral dogs.
But nice people at the office-licence were cool. I knew the staff there and, they'd tried to calm me down as I shook. Then a coloured fellow walked out. When he came back the youths at the corner were gone and, as a 'thank you', I'd paid for his purchase, which all around understood from me, bar him.
I'd asked his name, 'Paul' I'd been told. We'd shaken hands, before he left; having told us that his younger brother knew the pack, who went to Pleasington, a school nearby.
Then when I left I'd been a tad calmer, thankful that not all young people are the same, as one of the staff had reminded me.
Needing some groceries I'd got a taxi to Azda on Saturday, on a too warm day. Wearing a mask when shopping is irksome, but as some people seem to have no idea of social distancing I'd been thankful of it.
Come Sunday I had sat to write, after learning that the Merseyside Police websites reporting page wouldn't go further with me than my birthdate, which it wouldn't acknowledge. That I certainly had not expected, or appreciated.
I'd sought solace from the internet later, after doing some printing. I'd posted new sky blue onto Vampirerave, pleasant distraction indeed.