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With the belief that cork tiles are not as hard wearing as he first thought, Dad had been using Westco Floor Gloss to maintain it. Well, the bottle he has began to run out awhile back and so, Dad had been looking for that polish now for nigh on two years.



It seems that the local agent doesn’t sell it on the Wirral. And, the nearest Homebase that sells it to us in Aintree, Liverpool.



So, I contacted the main again, having done so once already, to tell them what I’d learnt.



So, Thursday their representative phones to tell me that as things are as they are, they’ll do an individual order, for me [as my Dad.]



“How many do you want?” Shaun, the representative had asked.



“Three,” I’d replied.



A cheque was written and, a two-year mission was over; Dad would have his floor gloss. But, did he say ‘thank you’? Uh huh. Of course not.

I went on a mission, or two; partly for me.. partly for my Father.. I wanted to try and acquire floor polish and, a letter not delivered through lack of postage at the main post office as well as the floor polish for me and Dad. [Turned out the letter was an application form that the employer hadn’t stamped properly.]

Thirty odd years have got to my memories, well except for those of my Mother. And, that interview with the fellow the other day was discouraging, as it led me to ask myself, ‘what am I looking to do?’



The fellow had been ‘offering’ an ‘opportunity’, for possible employment, with a group that has a connection, albeit tenuous, with Arch Initiatives, the drugs agency that Tina had screwed her way to a job with.



I watched the last of series one of ‘True Blood’; and feeling naught but anger at the cliff-hanger, I turned round to dig into a pile of disc’s, for episode one, of series two… “Oh-Boy, I like True-Blood”. It has a good simple story, good characters and, every damn episode is gripping.



And, the days a puzzle like many other, ‘like, how can you miss someone you’ve only met in a dream, to share tea with?’ This is a thought wondered by the Hatter, with curiosity.

I couldn’t stay on VR too long, come Sunday, Monday morning. I had to be up, to help Dad with the housework, then goto have my HEB B injection, at 10:30 a.m.



[I have it as I have low immunity and, work with a high-risk group onna Thursday.]



So, I shut down about one and went to put the milk bottle and grey recycling bin, before bed.



As pulled the bin up the drive to the verge I was very aware of the heavy frost that covered the plastic wheelie-bin. And, I was very pleased that it hadn’t been frosty Sunday morning. If it had been, the inches of snow I saw first thing, wouldn’t have thawed, it’ would have iced up; and then, it wouldn’t have thawed as quickly as it did. Heck, by early afternoon and travelling to Karl’s, there’s been no snow!



That’d been weird. Then again, in general: “The weathers been weird, of late!”



And, speaking of the weather, it was sunny and chilly, as I went to the doctor’s, to get my injection, only to learn that I don’t need it, until next year, perhaps.



But, because of the nature of the clients I work with on a Thursday, it seems I am entitled to a swine-flu injection, which I’d had.



And, by the end of Monday as I sat cross-legged on the floor, elbows on my knees to type, with a very swollen and painful left bicep.

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Guardian
04:09 Feb 24 2010

Neil-your immunity lies in your beautiful mind and healing heart. Those immunizations are unnatural-just my opinion.

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Saturday morning was sunny and I woke at nine, thanks to my Dad, looking for papers relating to the tax, or pensions, or something equally frustrating. Well, once you’re up and awake, thanks to a Father, there’s no chance of relaxing again. Not in my home anyway. So, I’d sat awhile, typing of yesterday, before getting on with ‘today.’

In the evening I enjoyed a film, ‘quantum apocalypse.’ It's a good little film: deadly asteroid, timehole, gigi edgely and a fellow doing a rainman clone, with some good cgi innit an all.

Okay, so I tell people ‘I’m not sociable’; but given the reason, I will be. Well, Friday night I felt I had reason; I wanted Mandy to have my Mother’s watch, which entailed travelling. And, I ended up t the Park View Social, drinking good beer and using the new camera Mandy had given me. And, at 7.1 pixels, it’s the best I’ve owned.



I’d had the absolute pleasure of getting Steve and Mandy a pint, in lieu of all those they have got for me, many many times.



And there’d been a young bucks coming of age ‘party’ there I’d realised as I stood at the bar, looking around: with lots of young ladies there, in skirts so short, they’d end just below their pert buttocks.



And, there were long legs high-heels and attitude wherever I looked.



And, just like when I was younger, the guy’s were on one side of the room, while the girls were on the other, or on the dance-floor, dancing with their mates.



Though saying that, shortly before I left to get my bus homeward, I did not that there’d been more lads on the dance-floor than there had been earlier.



Aye, I’d left in time to get the last bus and got onto King St, to hear someone call over, “Want a lift?”



It was Bill, a fellow I know, in a short black, sleek car.



Needless to say, I’d said ‘yes’ and got home at a reasonable time, thanks to him.

Got in at 9:00, or so Thursday night, feeling well older than I am: as we still have a lack of volunteers; an oven that wouldn’t stay lit: and a busy night, which had been made interesting with an apprentice vicar, on placement with us. Thankfully the ‘young’ volunteer Amy, who was twenty-nine last week, was there: and boy-does she work the door well. All in all, on wet dank nights like it was, I’m glad I do what I do there. But, I do really appreciate the fact that some of ‘the lads’ have taken to cleaning up in front of the church “for Neil”, as it makes my life a tad easier.

It's Thursday and day-to-be-useful day and I'm about to go out and freeze, to go poisen some people. [and leave my Dad with his brother and sister-in-law] .. after yesterday's confusion, it'll be useful, to be useful.

where I live has raby mere and the ducks. the wall around the mere goes back 't romans. the area 'raby' in 1066 and the Domesday Book was bromborough eastham and raby as is now.



aye, I like history an all, hence some of the stuff I write.

Last Friday I was given a note of an opportunity to find employment. So this Monday I went first to the market, with some more of Mum’s stuff to sell. Well, the fellow I spoke to last time around was off, as it was school holiday time. So I toddled off on the rest off my mission and, the lady in the dole who is helping me find it.

Once home, my Father and I cooked mince and potatoes, with broccoli and then it was time to chill, with a good film, I hoped: ‘The Vampires Assistant.’

Not knowing anything about the film, other than the few clips I’d seen on the adverts on television, I hadn’t known what to expect.

As it happens ‘The Vampires Assistant’ is a good, suitable dark and humorous film.

It’s well worth seeing.

Then, after I finished doing a little hoovering, I walked on through the living-room, as my Father was watching Part 2 of ‘Getting our Way’, the story of British colonialism and our diplomacy, or lack of it.

He’d just looked at me, with that expectant look of his, “Hot chocolate?”

So it was a mug of Cadbury’s Instant Hot Chocolate all round, before I did some writing, prior to opening up the web and going on Vampire Rave. After he’s watched that documentary on Britain, he watched a documentary about Daniel Ellsberg and the story of the Pentagon Papers and their involvement with the end of the Vietnam war. It was interesting to see the parallels that could be drawn between the attitudes of our respective government’s attitude to their behaviour abroad. I’d been fascinated, to see how Ellsberg had turned from Hawk to Dove, as he realized the futility of that conflict and, now Daniel Ellsberg is up there with Hunter S. Thompson as my heroes of today.

Thursday night it’d just been Roger Lily and me: no Amy, Karen or Nadia, down to a birthday, an illness and flat-hunting respectively.



Roger had warned me about it as I walked into the church, to which I’d just grinned and said, “Ah well, back to normal eh?”



After all, it was something I’ve faced so many times before. And, people got full tums, which was good. But man-o-man, colour me cream-crackered.

I do feel sorry for Dad, it’s taken ages for him to get probate for my Mum: and when I’d thought that would mean he could settle up her affairs through having it, it seems not, every thing has to be done via appointment.



Wednesday was another appointment day for Dad, while I tried to get my bunged-up head together, while the antibiotics I’m on seem to be draining me of whatever energy I should have.



My only consolation is that the piece I was proof-reading on a friend of my Fathers association with Afghanistan won’t have to be done, by me, yet. That pleases me as I had realised I had problems with it, when he described it as a ‘transitional document.’



Uh-huh and, he’d wanted it to be proof-read!



And, I’ve just it heard confirmed that the local clothing firm Ethel Austins will be closing down, which is a tragic loss, albeit understandable in this current economic climate. “And another one bites the dust.”



A second consolation on an otherwise beak day was that during the little bit of pleasant blue-sky we had, I managed to get my hand-washing out on the line and dried; washing that a was a testament to my act of foolish distraction Tuesday night, when I started watching ‘Newsnight’, while carrying a tray of coffee on it.



The evening was spent watching ‘Horizon’ and, a documentary about ‘Infinity’ that I’d encouraged Dad to watch with me. It’s just a pity that a documentary about the finite lengths of infinity has to be on the same time as one about Vampires and their recent popularity, on BBC3



“In an infinite universe anything possible happens all the time…”



As it was, when I went on the PC, to check my emails, I had problems logging onto VR, so as I had to be up early for a consultation with Mr. Morris at Clatterbridge Hospital, in regards to the poorly knee. And, I chose to record the vampire documentary, to watch at a later date.



As it happens, I was queried why I was seeing Mr. Morris, who doesn’t often do knees. Well, I’d opted for him as he did my wrist, and he’s good. Furthermore, it seems that I don’t need surgery, but I do need physiotherapy.



And, someone at the dole I like contacted me, with details of a job, to try for.

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RedQueen
01:28 Feb 14 2010

always eat yogurt when on antibiotics- it helps replace the good bacteria the drugs kill off whilst getting rid of the nasty ones, and helps to stave off that run down feeling- just been there myself with an infection after a root canal.

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I spilt coffee, so am in bad books: fingers tingle and the financial economies of the world are up the river without a paddle. I'm fine.

7th February 2010



I woke at about 9:30 Monday morning after a really bad night with my sinus full and aching, with a cough that’s left my throat sore. And, that was after going to bed early.

I had enjoyed going to Karl’s though: ‘2012’ on a very, big wide screen.



Needless to say, a walk was to be had, to free the nostrils.

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Sinora
13:06 Feb 10 2010

Yea, big screens....I could get used to em lol

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Just Friday as I perused some nice comments left on my most recent story, I realized that I actually have stories on VR that I have nowhere else, including my own USB.

Sheesh, that has to be remedied.

Never make an assignation, after a date. I went to the village to get my coin on Friday; and, my Father’s housekeeping, with a post-whiskey head. Thankfully the weather was good, though my mouth wasn’t.



My pension refund money had come through; and, after the project I’d taken a friend out for a drink, then got home to find out that my Dad had worried about me enough to phone around. Awwww.



I had managed to get some pictures of Banksy’s cat, to please a Lady on VR and, nearly got killed in the process. But, it was on the way to get a whiskey, so that was alright…

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Lovise
03:41 Feb 06 2010

Oh my.

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**whirls in a swirl**



"Whhhheeeeeeeeeee, amma welk!"



[[hard on the outside, soft on the inside.]]

[[To be read from the bottom, upward]]





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Always glad to show you a true reflection then!! Maybe once in a while I'll put a party hat on it :P



On 23:26:59 Feb 01 2010 (-0 GMT) Angelus wrote:



like an anorexic looking inna mirror, I rarely see me, hence needing anothers relection.



On 23:25:04 Feb 01 2010 (-0 GMT) *********** wrote:



Come on, it's no surprise that what you write is a delight to at least one person here!! =)



You're just that good!



On 23:24:21 Feb 01 2010 (-0 GMT) Angelus wrote:



I was up all last night on that. am so pleased someone liked it.



On 23:22:58 Feb 01 2010 (-0 GMT) *********** wrote:



Not at all Lol



Another story though! The Forgotten Anniversary one was really good.



On 23:22:08 Feb 01 2010 (-0 GMT) Angelus wrote:



needing of a journal entry.. **thinks** no.



On 23:21:25 Feb 01 2010 (-0 GMT) *********** wrote:



People fail like that. Just angry and stupid.



On 23:20:35 Feb 01 2010 (-0 GMT) Angelus wrote:



can't figure why it bothers, if it doesn't like what it sees.



On 23:17:13 Feb 01 2010 (-0 GMT) *********** wrote:



Rated!1!



lil twerp needs to go find a hole somewhere.



On 01:54:24 Feb 01 2010 (-0 GMT) Angelus wrote:



would you please do me a favour and rate me ********?? that objectionable little twerp has been on my page again.

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RaineyLustfulBites
03:00 Feb 02 2010

aww

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Lovise
04:20 Feb 03 2010

-crooks her head-

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Theban
18:50 Feb 03 2010

That's actually quite deep..

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ladyofdragonrose
22:55 Feb 05 2010

i am one of your biggest fans!

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After not seeing Karl last week, we had loads to catch up on, our own gossip and, he had presented me with the opportunity to obtain many of the television shows I watch, like ‘Fringe’, the last of ‘Dollhouse’ and some more of the excellent ‘Better Off Ted’. We even had a looksee at some pictures of the new Doctors assistant, played by Karen Gillan: she’s well pretty. He even showed me some of ‘2012’ on his big wide-screen television in 720 and boy, was that entrancing. Now, I’m hoping that next week he’ll show me the whole film, if I can get there early enough that is. I had wanted to see ‘Sherlock Holmes’ and, prior to that ‘Aliens In The Attic’, but ‘2012’ trumped both.



When I go home, Dad had already cooked the roast meal, which was just waiting on the gravy and sprouts, which we enjoyed with a fine Chilean red. Later, we had watched the first of a short series of documentaries about Britain’s history, presented and written by David Dimbleby, while discussing our plans for the next day.



Aye, we’re slowly, very slowly finding a way to work together, based very much on the routine that my Mum laid for us.

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Theban
18:47 Feb 03 2010

I love roast spuds with sprouts and gravy....not seen the david Dimbleby doco yet...dam it, I will have to catch the repeats.

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Only a British sportsman would come out with the remark the Andy Murray came out with, after losing to Roger Federer at the Australian Open: “I might be able to cry like him [Federer]. I wish I could play like him.”



Then again, Roger Federer was equally magnimanimous in his victory, saying Murray was that good, he’d win a grand slam himself, eventually; it was just a matter of when.

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Theban
18:43 Feb 03 2010

And yet Murry has beaten him more times than anyone else....hold on, I thought Murry is Scottish!



You'll be saying Brown is English next *Chuckles*

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I started the morning late: and turned on the radio to hear the track ‘Born To Boogie’, by T-Rex, used in the film ‘Billy Elliot’ and a track I’ve played many times, on my holiday with the folks, when Debbie joined us at Abersoch, North Wales; or, whilst cooking for Tina on a Saturday. My other memory of the song, was when my Father was vacuuming in the front and my Mother was dusting in their bedroom. And, upon hearing the song played, she had bopped away, pink fluffy on a stick.



Ain’t it cool, the way music can evoke such memories!?!

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Theban
18:40 Feb 03 2010

I have a...well Mrsban has a pink fluffy on a stick, it's about two feet long!

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