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The body hurt badstyle on Saturday the 28th, after staying up so late to fix the fault with the PC.



But, after advice I decided much to my initial chagrin to try using Firefox, but would have preferred to understand what went wrong...



I had still hurt badstyle, as I rose at 8:00 to go to Hoylake and the Doctor Who Convention... even left the gig before Colin Baker came on. That said, in front of witnesses, Louise Jameson [Leela] had called me sexy.



That had occurred after the panel were interviewed; a panel that had included the Doctor Who assistant I adore… someone who I’ve seen several times, at Erica’s conventions, at The Cavern in Liverpool and The Fab Café in Manchester.



Louise Jameson had come onto the small stage at Flatfoot Slims in Hoylake and at one point someone had mentioned Mary Tamm, who died recently and, she’d got weepy, telling us that she'd known her since she'd been seventeen… so, the whole audience showed their consideration and understanding, by clapping. Then, towards the end of her interview, they’d invited questions from the audience.

Well, I’d asked: “What was it like when you first realised you were perceived as a sex symbol?”



She had turned my question back on me, by asking: “As someone who’s sexy yourself, what did you think?”



I’d used two fingers, to shoot myself, as she’d ‘shot me down’, then I’d made out as if I were shutting my mouth with a zip. ‘Coz, the thing was, for someone who can talk a lot, she’d sure shut me up, quickly.



And yes, my body had hurt, but I’d had such a good day, it wasn’t that bad. Heck, even falling asleep on the train and, going passed my station by another station wasn’t too bad. I’d crossed over, as it began to rain, a light warm rain and, got talking to a young pretty thing, which had meant the wait for my next train home didn’t last too long… and, truth be told, it had been well cool that such a pretty thing was quite so pleasant in return.



Come Sunday I decided to do as my Father had wanted and, de-clutter my room’s floor and, much of two cupboards.



Well, you know what they say, be careful what you ask for… ‘Coz less than fifty minutes into my task, I’d filled the bin. Then my Dad had come out and, reminded me about recycling. So, everything had to come out of the green bin and sorted through, so that any card and plastic could go in the grey bin.



After my task was ended and Dad was in bed, I downloaded Firefox and, it had done as I’d needed, as I’d been able to access a portion of VR that previously I had not been able to…



And, it’s almost funny… to hear someone say, “I’m not like all the other’s,” as all the others said. Then, illustrate with their words, that they are, ‘just like all the others.’

After a very poor nights sleep I was up to go to Ellesmere Port and shopping with Dad. I got home to get ready to go to Ingeus, travelling just after 1:30.

After seeing Keith I travelled back home by bus, calling in at The Cheshire, for the money I’d need for ‘Batman Rises’ with Karl and Doctor Who at Hoylake on Saturday. Back home I’d made a chicken casserole for our tea, that I served a little early, so I could get out for the train, Batman and Karl’s belated birthday present. The film was as good as I hoped it might be, only made a tad irritating by the giggling teenager behind me. It had almost been funny to see Karl get as annoyed as me, with them, as he sat next to a numpty, using her mobile phone, to tweet, throughout much of the film. Once home I went on VR and, I’d learnt that an Internet Explorer glitch, or corruption, meant that I couldn’t access facets of the site. As I’d worked away on that problem into the early hours I found a message that intimated someone I kind of like is either playing me, or… ? Pass.

Anyway, come Thursday we got the housework done and I changed Dad’s bedding, so he could get it washed. Then later, I went to sign-on, as my body started to get real tired. Well, I stayed up and around, as I had voluntary work to go to and, I’d taken the opportunity to keep working on my Internet Explorer problem, feeling more than a little irked, when I realised that I’d have to do another reinstall, with all the hassle to would ensue from that. And as if that wasn’t enough, I had good threatened goodstyle, by a drunken customer at the door. That had been more than I’d needed and, I went home to eat, then work on the pc some more. As it was, I had ended up putting some shows on USB and I’d tried to relax, typing away and watching a Spiderman cartoon, then an episode of ‘Continuum’, which I really like. I hadn’t relaxed though.

Well as days go, Tuesday went. Barry had called and we went to Parkgate, on a waaay too warm day: and, I had a good beer… then returned to mine, to try out the Blade Runner’ and ‘Gwendolyn’ I’d put to disc for Barry. The films worked well, as had the ‘True blood’, but the clips hadn’t worked, to my annoyance. Well, I set up a new disc, with fresh settings, then set about making tea. Later I checked the disc and found the sound worked, as intended. That’d pleased me. Then, just as I’m about to rest my knees, Dad decided to see about getting channel forty seven, which led the bedroom door opening and him saying, “All the channels have gone…” And, they had. And, although it’d taken several hours, I got him all he wanted and no BBC1 Wales, instead of BBC1. And, by the time I finished, my head was burning, so I’d retired to my room, to right a heavy letter to BT while watching ‘True Blood’. It had not relieved the headache, but… provided the necessary distraction, almost. Aye, as days go, Tuesday went

On Tuesday I went to Arrowe Park Hospital for an MRU on my neck. The appointment had been for 7.15 in the evening, which had seemed weird, as the only bits of the hospital that seemed open were the shop and the café, just inside the entrance. As it was, I hadn’t had to wait too long to be seen and, they’d even dimmed the lights, for my convenience. But, I still dislike the scanner, for the same reason as previously, a certain pitch of the harmonics, associated with the resonance chamber just… irritates me.

And, to make matters worse, I’d had to remove the Ankh from round my neck before I had gone in the damn machine… And, just like the previous MRI I forgot to take a shoe-lace with me, so traveled home with a bare-neck. And, I’ll swear down, I’ve not felt more naked, even when nude. Heck, I've worn that thing almost every moment, of every day, since it went round my neck, about nineteen years ago.

Wednesday was spent creating and, in the garden…

And then… By the end of a Thursday I was shattered. It had been a tiring night. About two months ago, there were ten at the church door, this Thursday, 'bout forty-five: I don’t know if that'd be a good thing or a bad thing. I suppose sad... Needless to say, more than a few were ‘chaotic’ and, for about twenty minutes or so, it had been quite frantic… As it was, by the end of the night, I was so very tired and, very wired.

And then our Summer made a show, beginning on Friday, then properly it seemed, on Saturday. Barry had called and, we’d gone a drive, ending in West Kirby. Well, we’d gone for a walk along the wall around the marine-lake and then the prom. All-in-all, a good day.

Sunday I put my experiment with Converter X for Barry into use and made a VDV with menu, of True Blood series Five, episodes 1-6, to see if I could do it. It worked well, now all I have to do is put series four to disc, for a certain someone…

I had a pretty good weekend, during which I’d satisfied myself with a burst of creativity, thanks to the loan of a good working camera from Karl, which I made for friends, acquaintances and Dailymotion. But, I did have an abscess on my gum, which I’ve had to treat over the weekend. Then Monday morning I helped Dad with the housework then went to the sensory place; where I tasted tortilla wraps and Pea & Ham soup, thinking it was a pity you couldn’t taste the two together.



Well, then I’d made my way to the dentist, running my tongue over my Tortilla-wrapped teeth, only to learn that a tooth had got chipped somehow. When I got to the dentist I had learnt to my chagrin that my favourite dentist in years, a polish fellow, had gone. As it was, I had got an appointment, for quarter past four, so I kept myself busy typing up the new story on the ‘good old Dell’, which I’d set up in the kitchen…



Well, my new dentist is a very young fellow, a ginger; and it does seem like my tooth is as bad as I thought it was and by teatime I was on some very strong antibiotics. But, I’d chosen not begin the course then, as I’d wanted to enjoy the remainder of the red wine with Dad, left from the Sunday meal.



Well come Tuesday I eventually awoke, after a very restless night and, sleeping through my alarm, through hitting pause. I got up, opened the curtains and seen the their were a line of brown wheelie-bins lining the room, so it was robe-off time, jeans on and I’d taken our own brown bin for the refuse collectors. I’d then gone in to make a quick coffee, to have while getting dressed to go to the village. Well, when I got to The Cheshire I’d learnt to my disappointment that their main server was down, so I’d not been able to access my coin. And I’d walked so fast that when I got home my joints were aching.



Thankfully when I got home my Dad was kind enough to get the car out and take me back to the village and The Cheshire, as they’d phoned, to tell me that I was now able to access my account. Needless to say, it had begun to shower and, he’d had to dry the car off, much to his annoyance.



I did some writing later, while watching the last episode of ‘Eureka’, then thought about making the tea early, as I had to get out early to go travelling to hospital for an MRI; and thinking of hospital is probably why I’d slept so damn badly…

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Seshat
23:20 Jul 17 2012

Sounds very productive!

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My runaround Thursday had begun with a discovery: the episode of ‘True Blood’ I’d downloaded was in fact ‘The Glee Project,’ which I found incredibly irksome, to say the least. And, just as I had been contemplating downloading the episode again, from a different source, Barry had phoned, “Are you free today?”

“I sign on,” I’d replied and, I’d guessed correctly; he’d wanted the USB back, that he’d left with me, to put photo’s on, from our shared past.

“Alright,” I’d agreed. Then after the call ended, I’d gone on the site I normally download from and left a note on the True Blood page saying what had happened. Just an hour later and, shortly before Barry called, my memory kicked in and, I’d left a second note, retracting the first. What I’d done was to acquire the from elsewhere, as I’d not liked the format they supplied: so, “epic fail.”

Well, Barry had called and, gave me a lift to the dole, only to find that they weren’t ready for me and, the staff available didn’t know my ‘special circumstances.’ Thankully, or not so, someone who knew me did me a favour by offering a cutdown version of the truth and, I’d got to sign-on before three, as I’d needed. When I left, after feeling a tad humiliated I met up with Barry, who needed to find a particular bank, in Heswall, to put a cheque in, which he’d received, as a rebate for his t.v. licence. On the journey, we had stopped off at Lidl in Rock Ferry. As we had shopped there had been one queue moving slowly. Well, they’d opened a second till, which Barry and I joined, as there’d been room which incensed a couple of people in the first queue: “If you have a problem with it, you come and take your place before me…” he’d offered. But, neither of the two most obstreperous people had just mouthed off, No-one had taken him up on his offer, yet those two irate locals had continued to berate the store, in loud voices. Well, he’d got what he’d wanted, so we’d carried on with the journey. There hadn’t been a bank in Heswall to suit him, but we’d enjoyed a good afternoon drive, prior to returning home, to get ready for voluntary work, with beautiful weather, amongst wonderful countryside. Well, come the evening the night was busy, with about thirty-five customers at the door one of the busiest nights of the previous six months. Then when I left the church and walked toward town Lime Street underground and my train home, I found myself in the midst of an Orange March, something that still causes some consternation in the city, to the extent that my favourite bar in the ‘Pool The Liffy, was closed. When I had got home I had been well and truly hyper and, I’d been unable to relax at all, until about two to three in the morning.

I’d looked out the front window, then took my coffee and sat on the chair under the long mirror, one of the four surrounding the dinner table.



“You spoilt my journey,” I said with a smile.



“I only got my prescription…” Dad stated, “you don’t the milk from the doctor’s.”



“No, I get it from the off licence” I explained. And, I do, as it’s cheaper than getting it from the Azda. But, it did sound amusing it.

after a busy night at the project, the smile I'd kept as we worked at the door dissipated and, lethargy set in. awhile later, as I sat on my seat, waiting for my train, a drunk couple sat next to me. I say drunk, I've seen worse. at afirst they were just given a warning, then a very short while later, the guard came back and told them, "Security says..." with the presence to keep them from travelling on the train." And, two thoughts had struck me. Firstly, they went to liverpool on the train were they got drunk. Without the train, how were they to get home? 'coz, sure as eggs are eggs, the bus wouldn't carry them through the tunnel; and second, how come I never see them remove really offensive drunks from the train? I mean, yes these two were well over the eight, but they had not been the worst I've seen...





anyway... we're supposed to be having a months rain in three days and, as I wite I can well believe it. Well, we went to the Azda, which I had the energy for. But afterward, my back and joints began to really ache and, lethargy set in goodstyle and, this is while I had things to do. Come two, I'd picked up enough to go do some trawling for Dad, who wanted stump killer researched; while I soaked and par-cooked the leek, for tea.



Well, the expected rain did not come and, I went a walk to acquire some discs. As I had returned home, I found a block of bricks with concrete on top amongst the green; and sat there full-lotus, watching the traffic at the lights. It had been pleasant diversion. I had stayed up till late, sharing emails with someone I'm growing to really like. Needless to say, there was no rain the next day either and, I'd gardened till Barry had called. We'd stopped off at the Mere awhile and, then later I'd chatted while with friend from VR. It was as I'd decided to watch CSI while typing that it finally began to rain, though nothing like they’ve had elsewhere… And, as I logged onto the pc, I was half-thinking there’s be something to go wrong… as the friendship is building as I would like but, I can’t afford expectation, as to have them invites disappointment.

I've expected too much, too often. My depression is a balancing act and, having no expectations helps. I can't deal with disappointments, so choose not to.

I'd been having ie issues with the tower... and, taking a break from working on it, I looked out the front window, at about three in the morning, to see a crash team and ambulance over the road... and, I got to thinking Dala; "that'll be me one day, with no-one around tho... to phone it, for me..."



Well, come Tuesday, after seeing to my money,I rested my knees awhile, then took a break from moving files, prior to a fresh install and, I'd finished off the front hedge and did some trimming, weeding and general tidying, before returning indoors to make tea, knowing full well, I had a lot more to do...



Then come Wednesday I found myself watching CSI while I had set-up a new copy of Windows, again; with all the other utils I'd need to ensure that my machine would look like and, act like it used to. Once finished, I went a walk, to get some much-needed tobacco, in the light rain, whilst it was still that beautiful half-light that precedes another light night; perhaps full of twinkling stars.

I got home to reload it all over again, as the installation had Cgrome as the search engine, which I'd not been able to get rid of, not matter what I'd tried... As it was, I'd had to have the back room tidy, ready for Dad to do the housework, so I went into panic mode.. didn't help... Then, when I went to use my email, I ended up having to update IE7 to IE8, just to get through to Yahoo.

Just to add insult to injury, my divers for my printer dash scanner combo wouldn't work. Sheesh. Talk about nothing's ever easy!

I'd been having ie issues with the tower... and, taking a break from working on it, I looked out the front window, at about three in the morning, to see a crash team and ambulance over the road... and, I got to thinking Dala; "that'll be me one day, with no-one arounf tho... to phone it, for me..."



Well, come Tuesday, after seeing to my money,I rested my knees awhile, then took a break from moving files, prior to a fresh install and, I'd finished off the front hedge and did some trimming, weeding and general tidying, before returning indoors to make tea, knowing full well, I had a lot more to do...



Then come Wednesday I found myself watching CSI while I had set-up a new copy of Windows, again; with all the other utils I'd need to ensure that my machine would look like and, act like it used to. Once finished, I went a walk, to get some much-needed tobacco, in the light rain, whilst it was still that beautiful half-light, that precedes another light night; perhaps full of twinkling stars.

I got hiome to reload it all over again, as the installation had Cgrome as the search engine, which I'd not been able to get rid of, not matter what I'd tried... As it was, I'd had to have the back room tidy, ready for Dad to do the housework, so I went into panic mode.. didn't help... Thebn, when I went to use my email, I ended up having to update IE7 to IE8, just to get through to Yahoo. Talk about nothing's ever easy!

Weightin for the news



So I went to the local post-office and, I’m looking at the headlines on the papers and the latest scandal regarding the bankers, as you do; when the magazine Now caught my attention: there was a gaunt looking Abbey Clancey getting out of a car, with a coloured square of text by her saying, ‘women are starving themselves to look like her.’

Then just below was a picture of a few other ‘celebs.’ One of them, a certain Theodora Richardson also had a coloured box with text by her, saying she has the body of a seven-year-old. Now, quite a few years back, my cousin was in the youth section of the Royal Ballet and, was going to go touring. She thought, ‘I should lose some weight before we go.’ “Some weight!” She went down to nearly four stone and, nearly died. And, I’ve had eating problems for years. All of which leaves me looking at Theodora Richards, or Richardson… and say, “She should give the seven-year-old back her body, as it just doesn’t suit her…”