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There’s no doubt about it, waking to the sound of the blackbird’s song is far more preferable than waking to the sound of the pigeons coo and, it’s damn footsteps on the tiles. That said, it’s been so damn hot of late, I’ve been waking really early, which came in useful on Wednesday, as I had to be at the Sensory Testing Centre, where they’d be testing underarm deodorant on me and about nine others, in my group.



The weather’s just been so damn weird of late; firstly we had the wettest winter on records for years, then the coldest spring and now, a brief heat-wave and, it isn’t even the peak of summer.



And, I recall getting there and waiting to go in and, I’d overheard the fellow coming out of the testing room, looking somewhat flustered, as he talked of having his armpit smelled by an attractive blonde.



As it happens, there’d been more than one attractive blonde, both of a slight build and a bigger pretty brunette, each of who had sniffed my underarm. But first I’d had my underarms washed down once more, having used Simple soap underarm, for a week, or so, in preparation for the test.



Then once the deodorant was applied, it was off home, to make the casserole for the afternoon meal. Once the meal was over I went out to water the front lawn, as I had the last few days and, needless to say, I got rained off, albeit it was just a shower.



Come the evening, I watched an episode Of CSI NY I’d really wanted to see, wondering when the air might get cooler…



And, while the country gets ready for the Queen’s Jubilee, I’m still doing the same as I intend for the Olympics, ignore it as much as possible. The thing is, I’m just not a monarchist. Grant you, I like and respect the Queen, but I’d still much rather the parliamentarians Civil War meant real change to this country: and that I was not a subject, but instead, a citizen of this country I love so much.

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moonkissed
15:48 May 31 2012

We had two named Tropical Storms before the official start of hurricane season. Our winter was terribly mild, spring was overly hot and we are already seeing fireflies.

I wish I could get pictures but the young kitties like to come out with me at dusk and they are a horrible distraction.

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I woke up Wednesday morning after my first reasonable nights sleep in seven days. And, I cannot say I felt refreshed, but I definitely felt better than I had done. And, that said, overall, Tuesday was a good day, pleasant warming sun and, time for gardening; well, truth be told, more like ‘pottering’, as Mum would have called it. The day before I’d collared a young man who was trimming trees just next door but one, to my Father’s chagrin, as he’s sought help with ours for quite awhile. Well, I’d persisted politely and put his point of view forward; a little surprised he’d been so amenable. As it happens, the young fellow and his female partner were good at what they do, being mountain climbers, who’d sought a job they could share and found tree-pruning. And maybe it’s ‘coz I talked the fellow to death, but he and his partner did a lot of very good work on the tree, for us. Well, as I watered away, a thought struck me: the fellow next door, who hassled me so badly, who I saw getting into a taxi with a suitcase at two in the morning, is going to kick-off when he returns ‘home’: that from a fellow who piled soil up high at the back, so it nears the damp course. No wonder there’s been some subsidence, that’s affected my folk’s bedroom. Hell, that fellow uses a high-pressure hose like there is no tomorrow. And, that fellow doesn’t even do his gutters properly, do my Dad says, who has just started physiotherapy at the doctor’s surgery, who is up a very long set of ladders right now, as I type and, working away on the side of the bungalow.



Ingeus in the afternoon was no more than I expected. With the news of the xray imparted to Keith my advisor, he had asked the inevitable question: “Why don’t you go on the sick?”

“Well, I know I’d not get fifteen on the new Atos test…” I’d reminded him.

Yet, that said, pride alone is my driving motivation, for staying off ‘the sick’.



For the evening meal on Wednesday, I’d done my chicken casserole, with dumplings and, spinach does make a good base for it; with a dash of onions and chilli sauce, with half an onion in it. And, it’d been good to see Karl in the eveing, before he goes on his much-needed and, much-earned holiday. And, then came Thursday and voluntary work, after two nights of nearly a full nights sleep.



When Marc one of the volunteers had mentioned the week prior, I’d asked him, ‘Go on, go on. Ask me why I am here.’ Then I’d smiled and, I’d carried on preparing the area behind the doors, ready for opening up.



The evening had been busy and, we’d served about thirty-five, or so. But, as we’d left the church, my body had quickly reminded me just how busy I had been.



Friday we’d had sun and, after we’d been to the shops, I did some gardening. It’d been so perfect: the whole day. And, come the Saturday it was just as hot. And, I’d woken at 9:00 to my Father up the side of our home, as he sealed the edge of the roof, after the where the fellow’s. Thankfully he’d had to stop after a few hours work, as the wind had got up somewhat, though that same wind had been 0h-so pleasant, as I’d gone a walk. After the evening meal, I’d got watering, pleased to hear him say, “The lawn is looking good.” After all, that sort of approval is what I’d sought from him, for years…



And, I got both version of 'John Carter' put to one DVD, with a spiffy wallpaper... "dead sound."

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moonkissed
01:02 May 27 2012

Sounds like a good day.

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NoctusAngelusProcella
01:50 May 28 2012

sounds like a good day indeed!

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I woke up Wednesday morning after my first reasonable nights sleep in seven days. And, I cannot say I felt refreshed, but I definitely felt better than I had done. And, that said, overall, Tuesday was a good day, pleasant warming sun and, time for gardening; well, truth be told, more like ‘pottering’, as Mum would have called it. The day before I’d collared a young man who was trimming trees just next door but one, to my Father’s chagrin, as he’s sought help with ours for quite awhile. Well, I’d persisted politely and put his point of view forward; a little surprised he’d been so amenable. As it happens, the young fellow and his female partner were good at what they do, being mountain climbers, who’d sought a job they could share and found tree-pruning. And maybe it’s ‘coz I talked the fellow to death, but he and his partner did a lot of very good work on the tree, for us. Well, as I watered away, a thought struck me: the fellow next door, who hassled me so badly, who I saw getting into a taxi with a suitcase at two in the morning, is going to kick-off when he returns ‘home’: that from a fellow who piled soil up high at the back, so it nears the damp course. No wonder there’s been some subsidence, that’s affected my folk’s bedroom. Hell, that fellow uses a high-pressure hose like there is no tomorrow. And, that fellow doesn’t even do his gutters properly, do my Dad says, who has just started physiotherapy at the doctor’s surgery, who is up a very long set of ladders right now, as I type and, working away on the side of the bungalow.



And, there’d been a real positive end of Tuesday night, as I logged on very briefly, to check my emails: I’d found one from Nadia, who’d read mine and, accepted my apology, for my seeming rudeness, understanding that it hadn’t been directed towards her. And thinking on it Now, I wonder if that’s why I’d slept better? I felt at ease??



AND… I wrote an original story, ready for VR and, the first of next mumf.

On a day when the Queen came to Liverpool and, rode on a yellow Wacker Quacker I’d found myself ending my night, writing with pizza to follow. I’d been overjoyed to see Nadia from Austria as I walked up the road to the church; then upset to learn of Roger being ill still; then annoyed when Kat intimated I was a liar. I also regret that it will have appeared I was being rude to Nadia and, that you’d had to run to meet me. Neither had been intent. All I had wanted was to walk away from Kat and, possibly more nastiness, then go home, lie down and, perhaps cry. I’d been in pain. Well, I’m slowly getting used to that. Yet that said, I cannot deal with physical pain and, then emotional issues as well. I’m an emotional depressive and, there’s just so much I can deal with…



What had it been she had said, I’d ‘a knowing smile.’



No-One calls me a liar; particularly... when I've no idea what the hell they're on about. hell.. she'll read minds next.



But, as of Sunday I had five sleepless nights now. I am one of the zombies of the story I'm proof-reading.



An old friend called down, in the afternoon. We had a few good hours out, after Dad and I had but trimmed the Beech-Hedge at the side of the house... then enjoyed a good red wine with the Sunday Roast.

After a very poor night’s sleep I was up and out to go to the sensory testing shop in Bromborough village on Wednesday morning. I got soap given to me, to wash underarm no more, in preparation for a deoderant test on the 30th... get £25 for that, usually just £5, Then I went again in the afternoon and earned my £5 for testing prawns and tomato soup. The cool thing had been that when they did the big reveal on the the soup testing, I had 'guessed right' as it were...



I spent much of another very sleepless night writing, then typing up a new story, which I think is original and, intended for VR in June.

It’s called ‘Deadheads’.

It rained heavily Wednesday night and now the Beech Hedge at the back is all out in leaf and looking glorious...

I slept like a wotsit Monday night, through the heavy rain... beautifully sunny when I woke, knowing I had food testing later in the afternoon...

I check on a cutting from the four seasons at the front... one of my late Mother’s favorite plants, to see if it managed it through the night and, yes... thus far it’s doing alright. I made rock buns in the afternoon, before I went out… as that was Dad’s request, ‘Rock Buns, not scones.’ Said he. So, that’s what I made... he liked them.

‘Twas pleasant weather day in the afternoon, as I walked to the village to do my testing: for ‘tranport money’ and, deodorant in two weeks. Really, monies money, no matter the amount and the experience is something an all. But, testing garlic bread… just by sight and, where would I expect to buy it!?! Aw eh, that had been frustrating.

I was up until early Saturday morning, after working on the proof-reading I’ve been given to do, thankful I had some distraction from the doctors news. That said I then spent much of the day working on the front-lawn. I started the drug I am testing out Celebrex [Celecoxib] as an alternative to Naproxen, which I’ve acquired thanks to a young lady who knows of such things, who used to be on VR. Come the evening, I watched my to current favourite shows, ‘Person Of Interest and ‘Fringe’, thankful to know ‘Fringe’ will be back, for another run. Then, after spending much of the night finishing the proof-reading. I spent much of Sunday back in the garden, finishing off edging and assorted small tasks, in the front. All were helpful distraction.

Thursday night had been busy at the church door, with about thirty or so, which was well up on the numbers of late. I’d arrived there tired and, I had left with every bloody muscle aching when we had finished. Needless to say, I was more than a tad hyper and was well-wired until the early hours of the morning.



Then, just a few hours later, I’d been up again, real early, to get to my doctor’s appointment on time, still more than a tad freaked about the results. Well, I’d got ‘good news and bad news’



The ‘good news’ had been that I don’t need an operation on my left shoulder. And, just I began to appreciate that fact, I’d asked, “So, what’s the bad news?”



“Well, the pain maybe in your shoulder, but… it’s your neck.” It seems my upper spine is going the same way as my lower spine, with vertebrae 1 and four displaced.



It took ages to get used to having Raynards, then Arthritis and then Spondylolisthesis, which is what’s got my spine, so bad.



When I left it was still sunny and windy and, I’d felt as though I’d be given a death sentence…



Even though Dad is not keen about wiping the car down after a shower, shopping still had to be done, so after lunch we went to the Azda. I happily ignored two psycho-hose-beasts, as we trundled round the stall and, even flirted lightly, with the attractive blonde, with the son who nearly accidentally walked into me, at one point. Then as we were going through the till, she had just left hers. Once more, we’d ended up meeting’ and, this time, it had been she who had spoken, “Well, bye…” she’d said, tripping on the ankle of one foot, then regaining her balance and composure. It had been funny, as I’ve done a similar thing, when I fancy someone. And, there was she, doing so, looking at me… After my morning at the doctor’s… that’d cheered me up.



Come the afternoon I went on the PC awhile, then set a dvd to run, whilst I made an apple crumble, using the frozen Bramley’s, from a month previous… Not only had Dad liked the crumble, he’s loved the custard, as I’d made it thin, the way he likes it.

I woke on Wednesday more than a tad irked, to find that persistent rain, raining down outside, when I’d had plans to edge the back lawn. Well, with that plan scuppered I’d decided to free up some HDD by putting half of ‘Once Upon A Time’ on disc for Karl, as I’d be visiting him in the evening. Well, as Karl had assured me a disc would take up to twelve episodes when I burned a disc. Well, I’d burnt one with eleven on, just to be sure. Then, when I’d reviewed the disc I’d made, I’d discovered that episode three was not there, at all. Well, I’d then spent much of the afternoon obtaining that missing episode and finally, just before tea, I’d finished the second disc, to my satisfaction, then I’d finished the chicken casserole and dumpling’s, with melted cheese of them. I had got to Karl’s and, thankfully he had been pleased with my efforts and, he’d have his ‘Once Upon A Time.’

I did scones on Monday... and, enjoyed several: it was a very rainy night and I’d watched a horror film, 'Bone Sickness' 2004 and then stayed awake, listening to the rain fall. Woke early to go get money and boy the weather was beautiful. Went tasting juices, orange and apple at the civic centre and, tasted one apple i liked, that reminded me of Bramley's: and, reminded me, I had a crumble to make on Friday...

'Twas a loooooooooooong Saturday. A friend visted from years back.She called on her way to a girls night and day out in Liverpool... Good company. an proior to the viasit, Dad had me cleaning window frames on small ladders.



We ate toasted scones and the film 'Yogi Bear.'

‘People are strange,’ so the song goes. Well, it’s been proved for sure the last few days. I got to the project, not expecting Roger to be there, but he was. This is a fellow who died on the operating table, as they worked on his heart. And now, everytime something asked him about something, anything, he made a kinda blissful answer.

Whilst I was serving at the door, we saw a kick-off across the road, where a lad held another down onto the back of a car, while a girl in her late teens pummelled his back, side and the back of his head. Eventually the police arrived and, while they got the lad helping her, they had seemed to be treating the girl as a witness, rather than the aggressor, which she had been. Then again, ‘Girls don’t do that sort of thing, do they?’ Yeah right… Anyways… There’d been twenty-two customers at the door, which was well up on previous weeks. Then at the end of the evening Cat had suggested Mark, Alicia and myself join her for a drink. Well, at the bar, she ordered her drink then left me there amidst a crowd, with Alicia, so I went home. On the walk to the station I called in at an off-licence, for tobacco. “Which?” the fellow, of Mongolian descent asked. “The £3.79 size,” said I. And, the fellow went all the way through the pack, till he came to a pack at the old price, which he sold to me, at that price: few shops would do that, Now.

I spent much of the night listening to local radio Merseyside and the news of the local elections, just to hear how well the Labour had done: and, they did well, very well. Unfortunately, listening to the radio through the night did not do me any good and I’d been tired much of Friday. I had woken up while seeing to the front lawn and Dot, our neighbour saying ‘hello’, then after I responded in a similar manner, she’d said, “I hope we’re not going to fall out over…” Her partner had told me not to trim the tree outside our properties, the one that restricts light to out property. Well, after standing there while he berated me me, she was wrong: we have fallen out.

Given that much of the country bar where I live is under flood warning's, 'n under drought orders, the rain dash water availability is rather contradictory...