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Writing is too much of a chore, at times. That said, I do write on. And, I finished a story finally. It had taken far longer than usual and, that had been a delight indeed. Indeed, the pleasure that my act of creation had wrought had made me as near to happy as I can be, for almost a week.
Anyway, I had needed to visit Broadgreen Hospital and was thankful for my extra money from the state for ‘being ill’, for a change: as it meant access to a taxi, on a very, very rainy day.
The driver had been helpful and driven well, on wet roads, through busy Liverpool traffic. When I’d got there I’d been a tad disappointed to find that I’d to see a locum, once again. This time the locum had been a woman from Alder Hey, who had treated well, with a manner that had been extremely gentle. At one point she had suggested tentatively that I consider my time with them might be up soon. I had taken her words onboard, then said; “I hear what you say, but I tend to use my visits here as a marker, kind of. I do rely on him. “ [Mr Webb, the consultant]. She had sat back a little and then sitting forward again, said to me, “I do understand what it’s like to rely on something, only to have it taken away.” And, that I’d concurred to.
Recently, I watched a black and white western television show: if one hears the pilot, one hears the titular characters original name: [and, the original name of the horse.] James Stewart was ideal in the audio, six-shooter; whereas, John Payne was excellent in, ‘The Restless Gun’.
And then I got into nine stories about ‘The Private Files Of Rex Saunders’, as played by Rex Harrison.
Having previously enjoyed audio stories with Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall, I’d found this short series of shows quite fascinating, a private eye show [that I like anyway] and, a voice I find most captivating.
Much as I’ve been enjoying the shows, it’s often the adverts that grip my attention, with many of the expressions used, as they promote products in the commercials, having found their way into modern parlance.
And, then there was an approaching powerful Full Moon, that kept me thoughtfully awake, until the early hours and the warmth of the radiators sending me to sleep: I’d slept till late and, this had happened a couple of times.
Then, I’d gone for Dad’s provisions’ at the local Co-Op, realising to my amusement, ‘my local’, The Merebrook was undergoing renovations, which I noticed with a smile. The walk home had been invigorating with the beginning of the fierce wind, that continued all night.
Next morning I’d drawn the living-room curtains, to see that a large branch on the right of the tree outside our house had cracked and, much of it had fallen to the ground, just missing the small blue car parked outside next door. It amused me a tad, I don’t like them.
As is seems, the tree seems alright otherwise and, I want it to live and live well. My little Mum saved it’s life when it was just a sapling and it got hit by a lorry. She had cared for it then and, it’s kinda like it’s now my responsibility, hence trying to prune it one year, when the fellow next-door had remonstrated with me, telling me it was the councils job.
Uh-huh, sure...
And then, the moon continued to shine bright and the wind got up again. So it continued for many nights, before a brief cessation. Then as the weather got worse again, my chest got worse, with an irritated throat and my Dad developed his own version of the same cold; that has been doing the rounds of the Wirral.
I had got home from shopping and found Dad with a dripping dash leaking nose and irritated throat.
So there we had been, me with my bad chest and permanent cough, trying to look after Dad, as I’d made efforts to comfort myself, as much as possible.
Well, my cold; severe wind and, a fluke accident led to the death of the laptop [screen]
and Yaz [13th Doctor] met a final grisly end...
{I finally worked it out}}
I fell asleep listening to Sherlock Holmes as the wind blew. A figure fell, onto Yaz, who was standing atop the old new Dell, her joints being fixed with Araldite: and one fell onto the other, [thanks to the wind, mayhap] and then, Yaz had fallen onto the screen of Dell mark 3 and did the damage I found the next morning. Having discovered what had happened, as I found Yaz and the stand on the floor, I had decided that she needed punishment, for her stupid action... I had twisted her into a completely unhumanlike form. That had been so-so satisfying.
That said, maybe the Dell's destruction was due my acquisition of the 13th Doctor collection in the first place. Hmmm, perhaps.
As it is though, it does seem like the cold really took it out of me, to the extent that I had apologized to Karl, for not calling as intended. Much as I was 'really' looking forward to asking your advice about the damaged Dell and admitting how damn stupid I was for leaving the screen open in the first place [thus allowing the accident to happen] – After the chest infection, I got the cold and, I'm now nearly better – but, very fatigued, run-down, sh**ged-outm so began to make the effort to eat every day, to put the weight on I'd lost and, thanks to advice from a friend, I bought some blueberry cordial that is so-famous that I can't remember it's name as I type. But, as I rarely drink water [whiskey yes, but not water] – it is a good way for me to hydrate somewhat – and, after the cold that was needed.
Then on Saturday I went on a biscuit run to Azda for Dad, the only place where I can one can get Garibaldi biscuits. With them he has Azda's oat biscuits, which he tells me reduces his cholesterol, after his prostate and may have, but he's so seriously addicted to them now, I get irked when I present him with a meal and he says, “There's too much on my plate.”
While I was at Azda I was stuck by how empty some of the shelves were, particularly the toilet-rolls, hand-gel and soap: the reason for the emergency buying has been the Corona Virus. It does strike me that this sort of thing says little of us.