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Tuesday was interesting. It’d started being interesting when I’d opened the living-room curtains to see the world outside covered in snow.
The snow that continued to fall lightly had been light flakes, not the wet sort that we generally get, that doesn’t stick.
And, this had stuck, creating a fine coating, that looked picturesque.
Then come the evening as I had my way home to make my Father’s meal I’d appreciated the wind chill lessening and, the fact that the snow had melted.
From snow we on the Wirral encountered wind and rain, none of which have stopped me going out when I could and can, albeit sometimes it takes me while or so, to do so.
Come the weekend I’d been plodding round my room, its floor cluttered with cables and piles of discs and I’d tripped over a cable and a laptop thudded to the floor. I’d picked it up, run a diagnostic check, found it running, so used it to download, to check it’d do as I want it to do.
I’d turned from the door at one point and noted that the usb plugged into another laptop had bent. I’d removed the usb from the laptop and found that the casing was still in the machine, leaving four copper pins exposed on the usb.
I’d not freaked, surprisingly and very patiently eased the casing back on and copied the files onto the second laptop, then onto another usb.
What had tickled me was that I’d been so calm, through both accidents.

Now even before I write the next sentence, I’m aware how anomalous it will sound; yet that said, it is appropriate, so I’m going to continue to write it: I’m often grateful, I’m well enough to make a hospital appointment.
Yep, it read back as strange as it sounded in my head, prior to writing it; but it’s true. And, the other day I went to Broadgreen Hospital, to see the straight-talking Professor, who I have been seeing over my face. I’d gone by taxi, with the weather bringing delays to the trains and, it hadn’t cost as much coming home, as it had going.
Anyway, I’d hassled for an early appointment, due to the encouragement of the sister at our local practice, after my fall. She knows I trust few, so figured I’d do as suggested – I had. Within weeks I’m told, I’ll be having a scan of my face, to see whether I damaged me more than I think I did. It will also ideally explain the headaches that followed the fall...
Talking of falls. When the weather turned again, there had been warning on the radio about black ice. Now, a few weeks after my Mother died I slipped, fell and damaged my spine for a second time.
Well, when I’d opened the windows for the second time, I’d looked at the world covered in white again and suddenly thought of my back, recalling my promise to my Father, to get bread and eggs.
Well, as it happens I hadn’t got the eggs, but I had got the bread and enjoyed being able to go out to get it and the cream for my banana, blueberry and cream-shake, albeit it had been somewhat late in the afternoon when I’d finally been able to go out.
The good thing about going out late had been that the snow had thawed from the pavements that I’d walked...

And, talking of walking... I went out to the shops the other day, after rinsing my false tooth, then drying it with a kitchen towel. I’d then finished getting ready and threw a bunch of tissues at the back of the locker that sits next to my bed, hearing a quiet thunk, as I’d done so. Then as I walked up the road, I realized that I did not have my tooth in, which I’d found most irksome indeed; but, from somewhere, I’d suddenly recalled the ‘thunk’, as I’d thrown the tissues to the back of the locker. And, I realized that the thunk was quite probably my false tooth, wrapped in kitchen towel. Upon my return home I’d checked on my theory and learned the supposition had been correct, so I’d applied some Fixodent and placed the tooth where it belonged...