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Dulled by several of my back pain-killers, I’d taken a sharp fruit-knife blade which I’d disinfected it. I soaked my finger and the plaster, prior looking beneath my nail, to see under the fingernail. I hadn’t cleaned it out, that’s why the finger and then the palm of the right had been hurting, as they had been. Feeling I had to clean it out, before I thought of seeking medical aid, I decided, “It’s now or never.” So I’d taken a sharp fruit-knife blade, which I’d disinfected; and, as the pain built with my groin, drew the blade under the nail, blade uppermost, to clean any soil residue out.



So it was, the end of Friday night found me typing slower than usual.



It had been one of those day’s from the start. First off; the power-pack arrived, but it had a plug on it that was only suitable for America. And so, not even thinking of adapters, which Michael reminded me of later. I had asked my Father to help and, to be succinct… well, plain and simple. Erm, I screwed up.



And, too engrossed was I in a piece I’m proof-reading, that I was gandering at, that I missed the morsel, that embedded itself, between two of my front teeth.



And, that damn thingie drove me nuts, as I ran my tongue over it all evening and, later whilst Michael and I watched ‘True Blood’ 3:06



Aw wow, that was better than the week before; and that was better than…





Dulled by several of my back pain-killers, I sat on the edge of my bed typing, as it rained outside, my middle finger of my right hand hardly moving.



“Gawd, do I need a smoke!” [On top of painkiller?] “Yes, oh YES!”

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Sinora
14:21 Aug 01 2010

She would have given you a *hug* for being brave ....after she stopped laughing :)

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How often do people do as they say they’ll do? The answer I had found was ‘rarely.’

Well, the fellow know as ‘WaitsForTheMoon’, on VR is an exception. He said he’d do something and not only did he do it, but the result, was better than he’d originally indicated. So all in all... Kudos, to ‘WaitsForTheMoon’.



He has done as I like to, do as you do, not say.. and yes, call me impressed.

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PAGAN
19:26 Jul 29 2010

yep. WaitsForTheMoon is that kinda guy

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dabbler
23:32 Jul 29 2010

I recommend his Poetry..

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So Tuesday night as we’re packing up for the night Dad had said to me, “We’ll go to Ellesmere Port if it’s not raining.” Then come Wednesday, I woke to an empty house.



Dad being Dad, he’d got up early, seen the weather, then shot out.



When he returned, the weather was still pleasant and, as the lawns needed mowing, that got done next.



Well, then I went out to help, too late, he’d already edged the back one.



But, I was out and about and doing, so when the opportunity came to learn stuff about propagation from the fellow next door.



Come the afternoon I called on Mike, to drop off a film, on blue fluffy day, with the tail-end of a frellin migraine.



Needless to say, I held off resting for a good hour, as I cooked cheese macaroni and Soya mince. But then, I’d needed to rest, goodstyle.



Almost three hours later I was awake and active, once again.

I walked into the Cheshire [my building society] today and, a member of staff, shut her till as I approached: then spent minutes sayin "It isn't you".. and, all the time, the coiled spring was winding tighter and tighter.

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Sinora
12:15 Jul 28 2010

I'll bet it was you....lookin all mean and moody :)

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Thank gawd for ‘Burn Notice’ on a rainy day. Grant you, it was that light drizzly kind, but I wasn’t going out Monday, not if I didn’t have to: and I didn’t.



So, between fitting a ‘new’ burner in the caddy again, I watched ‘Burn Notice’ and proof-read, while editing, with a little re-writing.



I say I fitted the ‘new’ burner, that wasn’t quite true. Dad had. Like, I can’t use my hands quite as I want to, yet I know what to do. So, after reconnecting the scart connection on the inside of his old-style tv on the kitchen table, he had given me the assistance I had needed; and once again, we had fitted another ‘new’ burner.



Thankfully this one recognized CD’s, as intended; and did not display a TOC failure, although it did drop the writing speed to forty. Heck, as long as I can make the present I intended to with the first burner, I’ll be a happy chappy.



That said, I did get the story finished, just hope my accomplishment pleases the lady.



If there was a downside to the day, it was discovering that if I sit cross-legged on the edge of the bed typing for hours, I end up with an aching left knee, regretting that I’d not taken my Diclofenic earlier.



Ah, there had been a second, by the end of the night, I’d gone through most of the episodes of episodes of ‘Burn Notice’ Series Four that I had waiting to view.



Wah! [No more Gabrielle Anwar!!!]

I'm still shattered as I was awake and, on the PC most of the night. But, I was so enamoured with what I'd written and proof-read, it had to go up. And then.. I got talking.. and then.. and then.. I began editing a piece, for someone. And then.. my Dad began cleaning in the kitchen at about 9:00 WAH!!!

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DarkPhoenixRising
19:40 Jul 27 2010

busy man

take a break sweety

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As I knelt weeding in the back garden, the light rain that fell on my exposed back Saturday afternoon was glorious. But working with Dad in the garden can be irksome. Whilst he’s a real worker and did a lot while I washed the windows, but later he became an irritant when he re-sighted an ailing peony at least twice, before I walked away to get my bath. He just has so-little patience. And, busy though the day he maybe; that isn’t the state off mind to have when gardening. He just doesn’t relax. From the moment he gets up, to the moment he finally falls asleep on the settee for a while, before waking in time for the news.

Went shopping to the Azda a sunny Friday morning, then went a walk, to think.

But before I did, I managed to get a photo of my eighty-three year old Father up on the roof, attending to the tiles, which were not ‘done right’ in his opinion [Truth be told, he is right. They took one day to do a two-day job.]

I was glad to get the picture, as I am sure people don’t believe he does as he does.

Later, I called on Mike and helped him with his machine, learning more as I did.

When he called round later we had watched the new episodes of ‘Warehouse 13’ and ‘True Blood.’ And I’ll swear down, each episode is better than the last.

it's too warm.. an humid.. an.. and not raining.. so wearing little jacket zip down, collar up, chest hair on show, with coat in bag ready fut rain, again.



off togo poisoning, soon.

I woke Wednesday morning, to another sunny day; after a Tuesday of flooding throughout the North West.



For me, it had started on the walk to the dole, with the rain so heavy that Dad had got in the car and driven to find me, to give me a lift the rest of the way there.



The letter the doctor had written for me had done its job: for at least six months I do not have to go on a training course and, can stay on the dole and seek work.



She had written of the stress I’d been under, and why she thought that the course wouldn’t be useful to me.



Personally, it’s simply down to the fact that my own experience of the training agency that they have a contract with was as bad as it was.



When I had left, the rain had got heavier and, by the time I got to Bromborough there was an area, The Rake, that was cordoned off by the police, the flooding was that bad.



[The Rake is where the first Mrs and the ex-best mate live.]



When I got home, I was literally soaked to the skin: and everything was off washed and in the spin-drier within half-an-hour.



I’d decided to check out the external dvd-writer in the afternoon, so I could finally make someone’s birthday present.



One dvd-writer down and, a second installed within the external casing, I finally got the machine to see the drive. And then, it didn’t.



Mike had come down a little late, but the evening had carried on and, we’d got to see ‘Eureka’ series four, episodes one and two.



Once he had gone, I returned to the PC and feeling well irked, I had phoned Karl for suggestions about the external drive.



He had given me several suggestions and although one hadn’t worked, the other had.

I have my automatic updates turned off and, he’d suggested I updated with Windows.



And, although it had taken much of the day, I was delighted that come bedtime, I had what I needed, so will now be able to make my friends birthday present.

The Thursday had been a thought-provoking night on the project, which has left me a whirlybird head for days. When I did counsellor training I was told to go no further, as I get too involved.



When I did advocacy work, with X-US, the ex-users support group, I learnt how to make curtains, so that I could show a young lady how to do so. Then she had her last ‘hit’ before going in rehab, which had turned out to be her last.



And then a few years ago, I used to commit the ultimate-sin, on a regular basis: I used to hug a young lady who would come to us for a meal.



Then one day she had stopped coming. It seemed that she too had her last ‘hit;’ as a wall came down on her, after sharing drugs with her fella.



And, the other week, a young woman, who’d have been pretty, ‘cept for a hard life, had got talking with a volunteer with the same name and identifying with her.



She had been pregnant: and me and the other volunteer did what little we could, ‘tho it’s never enough.



Then last week she had returned, telling me she was bleeding, and looking for her fella. “Have you seen him?” She had asked, with her voice betraying the fact that habits had been returned to. I’d assured her not, then given her a meal, telling her I thought she should be in hospital.



As I closed the doors at the end of the meal, prior to letting the heavy iron bar into place, I checked out the front of the church to see what sort of litter was around, looking to my right as I did so. And, there she was, standing talking with a few others, many of them who shared the same habits she had reacquired.



Although I shouldn’t have felt disappointed, I had. And, sometimes I think that as a committed volunteer, I should be committed.



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The vexation I felt over Thursday and the new pains that are currently affecting my shoulders and hips, as I walk or type thanks to the arthritis, have me tired, exhausted and just, generally jacked off. Thankfully, I have my diversions.

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PAGAN
15:31 Jul 18 2010

hey, you do good work for folk who need people like you to care, i hope you have someone to do things for you when you need them to @};-

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Oceanne
02:03 Jul 19 2010

You can rest easy Neil in knowing that what you do for others goes a long,long way.You cannot save everyone,but feel comforted in knowing that you do what you can.

I commend you.

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My little dell Latitude CPt is ill. On start-up it beeped once; with a black screen: In white at the top it said press f1, or f2 after telling me there was a config issue.



I pressed f1 and it booted into windows start-up, with the requisite blue-screen. It got so far, then the screen went black and, it started all over again.



This happened several times before I started up once again and this time hot f2 and went into set-up and set the date.



After shutting down I rebooted and got further than the Welcome screen. This time I’d got the desktop I’d set.



Unfortunately the next morning it happened again, so am assuming it’s ‘as simple’ as the internal battery is dead. This has occurred at the same time as the power-pack for the baby Packard Bell is beginning to overheat, on a regular basis.



As soon as I finished playing around with the Dell, I was thinking of the remark Maradonna made in the documentary I watched: “Without the cocaine, I could have been so much more. Just think what a footballer we lost.”



Then I recalled what Grissom had said in an episode of CSI that I’d been watching earlier, as he had illustrated a crime to a Priest: “To whom much is given, much will be expected.”



My Father had disliked the documentary, whilst I had liked it. It had been made by a Frenchman; in a style to please its ‘star’, an Argentinean with a dislike for Britain and, North America… It had been interesting.

Sometimes my liking for video tape pays dividends: a few days ago I acquired Angel Season One Tape One, with the first three episodes on it that had turned me onto the character; ‘City Of, Lonely Heart and In The Dark.



“Once upon a time, there was a vampire: He was the meanest in all the land… Then he was cursed by gypsies. They restored his human soul: so he goes to L.A. to fight evil and atone for his sins…” Doyle



Angel 1:02 [Lonely Heart]



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Angel to Doyle: “I don’t want to open up. I don’t want to share. I just want to find the guy who killed Tina and look him in the eyes…”



“Then what?” Doyle asks.



“Then I’ll share my feelings,” Angels adds coldly.



Angel 1:01 [City Of]





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“Angel… we do things differently in L.A.” Winters explains to Angel, from his seat at the boardroom table.



“I’m new here…” Angel rejoins.



“But, you’re a civilised man. We don’t have to go round attacking each other. Look at me, I pay my taxes; I keep my name out of the papers and I don’t make waves. In return, I can do anything I want…”



“Can you fly…?” Angel asks.



Moments later, Winters and his office-chair on wheels flies out of the broken window.

As he plummets downward Winters burst into flames; and as his ashes scatter on the wind, his chair falls to the pavement and breaks up.



Angel 1:01 [City Of]

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PsychWardSiren
14:14 Jul 13 2010

I loved watching those episodes!

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On a muggy overcast day, Karl and I went to enjoy my birthday present to him, 'Predators' ~ It was far better than it might have been.

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xxEmaeraldxx
00:26 Jul 12 2010

I am really looking forward to that movie.. hope to go within the next two days!

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Friday afternoon I had got eggs, then watered the back lawn, much as I had the front after the Azda in the morning. As I came in I said to Dad, “The plums are gone.”



We’d got them weeks ago and it take awhile to ripen, but it’s a fruit I like, hence the remark…



“Expensive them, they cost £11, 736, 00” he’d said, “Not getting them again…” he had added. And so they had. Whatever the mistake that had been made, that is what the plums had cost and it said so on the receipt that he had been given.

After cutting branches overhanging the drive for my Dad on Thursday morning I had started work on the front border. As I had done so, one of the neighbours I know, stopped to pass the time of the day with me, commenting on my grey goatee, asking if it was the one from ‘the other day’, or another one.



“It’s another one,” I’d explained, going onto explain a little as to where it came from.



I’d been delighted to hear that my friend Vicky is to be getting married, after being engaged for so long. And, although I’d told her I’d love to go, the idea was I’d been waiting for an invitation, which arrived, shortly after I’d met her younger brother Andy, in Bromborough Village one day.



The invite and pack that went with it was lovely, but left me feeling a little envious: simply because neither of my relationships worked, through fiancée cheating; and now I can’t envisage growing old with a partner and that saddens me.



And, it’s not that I resent her for her good fortune, after her long wait. It’s just another case of, ‘if only.’ But, knowing that doesn’t help. And I do dislike feeling like it.



And, at the same time, I have the dole on my back, insisting that soon I come of unemployment, to go on ‘training’ with an agency called TNG who I’ve already lodged complaint about. I mean, there’s no benefit in it, for me, they cannot provide any qualifications, or training that is better than anything I already have.



Simply put, it’ll be a waste of my time, simply to massage statistics.



I’m thankful for my gardening & the hosepipe ban won’t touch me: I water the lawns with a watering can: hence the muscle I’ve developed [the first in years!]

The Monday had started with housework, then encompassed blue-skies, which I walked beneath in the green on the way home from Mike, with thoughts of the task that lay before be, after tea, which I’d cooked with my Father.



We had drunk the remains of a fine Chilean red, then I’d watered the front lawn, prior to watching the last two episodes of series two of The Seeker. [I think I’m in lust with Caitlin, after seeing her kick ass in those fine leather thigh-highs.]



“Do your thing.” She had written, giving my free reign ‘to play’, so I had worked with a will, a man possessed, as I crouched low over the keyboard as I sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed. I sat and read her words and saw as she had, then tidied the text, so that another reader would she as she intended with ease: and as I worked into the early hours of Tuesday morning my lids grew heavy I had neared the end, filled with that wonderful satisfaction gained from a job well done. I’d felt happy.

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RainingLove
12:15 Jul 07 2010

You are the best!

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ladyofdragonrose
19:14 Jul 10 2010

read the sword of truth series by Terry Goodkind. I think you would love Cara, one of the mord sith better.. Iam a huge fan although ive not saw the shows. The shows are based on the books. I am biased more for the books as sometimes television tends to change things or add things thats not in the books.. Richard and Kahlan rule! but have a sweet spot in my heart for the mord sith...:)

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PsychWardSiren
14:14 Jul 13 2010

Sounds like You love to help those You care for....

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Sometimes, just sometimes, you have to get out: and thankfully I do so on Sunday.

I went to Karl’s, acquiring some more ‘Burn Notice’. And, I still wish it would rain, as I’m starting to develop a muscle, from all that walking from the kitchen tap to the lawns and, up and down with the watering-can: well, that and the knees, that ache; and the knuckle joints on my right that have small fires inside them. Aye, I wish it would rain…

A holiday weather sort of day was Saturday: all pleasant skies and light-blue fluffiness, so I went for a walk to acquire discs and Fathers meds, learning to my chagrin that the script hadn’t been passed to the pharmacist, so that was a strike-out.



I’d continued my travels, after acquiring my discs, then gone to Mikes. After a good afternoon, I went home and enjoyed a good meal with Dad, before lying flat on my back, trousers down by my ankles and Ibrufen Gel spread all over my knee joints.



When I rose later, there had been less pain, ‘n I was able to sit cross-legged on the edge of the bed, to do some proof-reading I had promised to do.

After a nights rain the air felt cooler and the colours looked fresher come Friday morning. An I’m thankful that it’s cooler; as my Father hasn’t been sleeping well at all through the recent heat: and today while we were out he was running on auto-pilot.

Needless to say, while we plodded round the Azda I kept my eye out for the psycho hose-beast, who I successfully avoided, as I was Dad: that is until we got to the till and Dad was unpacking from the trolley, and then there she was, pushing an empty trolley, round the end of the nearest aisle, seemingly coming out of nowhere. And, as she passed by, I recalled why I found her so attractive, quickly reminding myself that she’s got more baggage than me and is an moody and temperamental as me; and just plain bad news, which I had needed, like a hole in the head...

I had sat had typed through the morning, then come lunch-time of the first of July the dark clouds had moved away, taking with them the promised rain, our lawns needed do much.



The heat of late has done quite some damage to the plants and grass and, we’d really wanted to get some much-needed rain.



And, first thing in the morning, the water from the cold-tap was brackish, leaving the washing-up bowl stained.



All told, ‘twas definitely a different way to start the day, as I contemplated whether to shave off my grey goatee and ‘tache, prior to getting ready to revel in the chaos of voluntary work.

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VAMPIREBONNIE
01:30 Jul 03 2010

I got plenty of rain in Florida to send your way,lol

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I'm hot 'n sticky. this is England.

we don't do hot.



tho we have these last few weeks.

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ladyofdragonrose
16:29 Jul 01 2010

id rather do hot than cold lol

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