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goddamn my toes are cold.



the internet's on in the other room and the duvet and coat cover my toes, as a film converts: 'Wyrmwood: Road Of The Dead.'



tis one of the most original mad max cross zombie movies I've ever seen...

When Dad and I went out Friday morning, the Eclipse had already begun, with a portion of the sun being ‘eaten’ by the moon. And, as it started it had been sunny; yet by the time we’d left the Azda after doing our shopping the sky was grey and the air had a distinct chill to it.



And, I’m blaming the Eclipse for the fact that I’d not been able to sleep at all come Friday night dash Saturday morning. Yet, at least I had a blue-sky for my journeying, even though I started late and once again had needed the blue quilt waistcoat and hood that I got Dad for his birthday.



It’d been a blast getting out and about, on my own; albeit somewhat tiring. And, it had been good to see Mandy and, enjoy a few drinks in very good company.



And, considering how quiet my days often are, it had been a pleasant surprise to have a phone-call from Lucie, that had led to a fried egg toasted sandwich at ‘the shack’ on Moreton Shore on Sunday, much as I used to do with Barry, prior to his illness and eventual death. Heck, what had made even better, if that were possible had been the weather itself. Sheesh, it had been a good weekend… with good weather…

On the Sunday I had bathed after some chores and a walk, inspecting the wounds and bruises on my body from my exercise, the previous day...



I need my rest for my knees early evening, an just haddit, before typing on Saturday and ending up looking look like a just risen doormouse. {was up with thought, writing, then copd, most of the 'night', last night, which has not helped} the apple crumble was good. Bramley Apples, of course!



I had been asked in an email, “What’s your favorite horror film?”



I had thought long moments thinking of my favourite, before replying.



“wow frell food question. seen SOSO MANY. currently Muck.



cheap, well-made, slightly glossy and a good eighties homage.



ah.



yes.



Come Kirsty, I have such wonders to show you...



Tho number three was pants, with the post and the fellow having sex

with black CK's on. sad man, his bird was fit. {bet the actor stained

THEM goodstyle!}”



Stumbling into the kitchen, still with serious bedhead, I reached into the cupboard, for something or other, with my robe sleeve catching onna jar, holding brown sugar, which went for a burton with no liz in sight; such is the awkwardness that comes with raynauds and arthritis, or just bee-in tired and clumsy: ‘tis a possibility.



And me Dad’s got a word that aptly describes the weather of late, ‘Gloomy’. I mean, it just suits the weather of late, I think: and controversially, not my mood.



Talking of the weather, it’s only put me off my daily walk once so far and, that day I’d kinda made up for it, by doing the exercises I’m supposed to for my lower spine. And yes, I should do them more often… but, they hurt to do.



Speaking of walking, The Mere isn’t the same. Oh, it’s still my peaceful place, but I’m kinda missing Barry’s company everytime I go down there…



And Sunday night I watched six episodes of ‘Backstrom’ back to back’. I found it most entertaining to watch a slovenly nihilistic detective, with an attitude as bleak as my own can be at time; someone with a real analytical brain, when he chooses.



Yep, I liked ‘Backstom’ and, now hope to get the rest of the series…



A week after it was sent, I opened an email from my MP’s PA, who has been helping me with this farrago I’m in with the dole. Attached to the email was their conclusion, or ‘resolution’, which may have provided my coin, but still no explanation that could be understood. Or, perhaps that was the intent? Either way, it seems the matters being taken further, by my MP.

On Wednesday morning I was up early, to get ready, to be picked up by Barry’s sister Sue, to go to his cremation, then ‘celebration of life’, at a local club.

I’d thought Sue had said to be ready for 9:45. As it happens she had rung at 9:00 and told me that it had been 8:45 and, that they were outside at that moment. Needless to say, I’d got dressed faster than I’ve ever done so before.

As we’d driven to Barry’s Mother’s Sue and I had laughed about the idea of me being late for Barry’s funeral, figuring that he’d find it amusing.

As to the service at Landican Crematorium; well, it had been a much lighter in feel service than others I’ve been to and, they’d finished with Led Zep and the song, ‘Stairway To Heaven.’

From there it had been onto The Knockaloe in Brombrorough dash Eastham, for a bit of a ‘do’, with friends and family; giving me the opportunity to chat with people I’d known years prior. And, my DVD’s went down well, with a couple of Barry’s friends who’d missed seeing him on his return to the area, before his death.

Then when I got home I found a letter waiting for me from the DWP, which I’d opened with my usual trepidation, when receiving mail from them.

As it happens, on this occasion I’d been wrong to be afeard, as the letter had carried good news, albeit with no explanation… I’d got my money granted, with back pay.

Yet, as I say… no explanation was offered.

Well, I made us a casserole, then watched ‘Person Of Interest’ and ‘Marvels Agent Carter’, before having a much needed early night…



And, that’d been the letter as intendedy: ‘ceptin on the Thursday, my Dad’s birthday, I went to the village to see about my coin and, there it was… enough money in my account to start paying full housekeeping once again. Needless to say, there’s still been no explanation, or explanation for the last four months of Hell, they’ve put me and Dad through… {Sigh’s} “Ah well…”

Dad and I did not go shopping on Friday, nor go to my Aunty Ann’s cremation dash funeral. Instead, he had opened my bedroom door at nine-fifteen, coat-on, saying; “You don’t have to come.”



The night before I’d said I would meet him from the hospital, that’d been the plan. As it was, Dad had other ideas. “I’ll meet you there then…” I’d agreed.



So off to hospital he went, aiming to get the laser treatment done, knowing fll well he had a hell of a walk, once out of the station, having mapped out the journey days earlier, as St. Catherine’s is now the venue for Spa Medica, who were doing his surgery there, rather than at Laird Street, where he’d been done previously.



Knowing Dad’s operation was not till eleven; I took my time getting ready. Then when I had left home, it had been with the intention of meeting him at the hospital, as he recuperated, like the other times he’d had the treatments, at Laird St.



Well, I got off the train at Birkenhead Central, made my way out, then turned left and began walking up the steep Hinderton Road, stopping mid-point to take photo’s.



Then as I turned round to look back up the hill, there was Dad, with shade over his glasses. He had paused peering down, assured himself than I was me, then carried on walking.



When he got to me I learned he’d been an hour early, there’d been few there, so he had got treated early… There’d been no issues getting him back home, other than he wanted to lead all the time…



I made some hundred per cent beef burgers for tea, after which I slept much of the evening away, rising at nine, to write awhile, before returning to bed… to sleep.



Come Monday after housework, I found a letter on the doormat, which I’d guessed would bring bad news – and, I’d been right.



The letter had been from the DWP it had said on the back and, when I had read it I’d learnt that ‘they’ still think that I have £13,000 – a ‘fact’ they have gleamed from the tax and which is so outdated as to be unreal.



Well, having done what I could, to help myself, I’d got back to my project. I’d been putting my DVD’s together on a DVD, for Barry’s close relatives. The idea had been to present them on the Wednesday and, the compilation had taken awhile, but my determination had paid off, till I’d been satisfied. Then on Tuesday I had planned to copy the disc I’d made; yet needless to say, my plan went awry, when the burner had decided to cease working for me.



A second plan had been needed, quickly.



Returning to my room, I looked to the first of my two new laptop’s I’ve acquired, which as it happened, suited my need and, I’d been able to copy the disc, to my own satisfaction.



Content, I had at on my bed typing away about of own ‘moments of the day’, watching ten episodes of ‘Gotham’ back to back… I do like that show.