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Well, come Saturday I ran into Sue, Barry’s sister. She had asked me, “How are you?” And, she must have known I would give an honest answer, which I had.

“I’m doin well,” I’d said, “as long as I take two and a half hours to get ready rather than half an hour…”

And, that’ how it’s been: Emotionally and physically drained much of the time, while continuing on with the day, as best I can.

That is how I’ve been since this thing with the dole began. I mean, the physical thing’s I can deal with, since I understand the issues I’m dealing with there. But, this mess with the dole is out of my hands now and, this waiting on ‘them’, to make a decision is getting to me somewhat.

That said, I’m writing still, though slowly and, getting out and about with Barry and doing my voluntary work. What’s more, I had learned on Thursday that one mess with the compliance officer doesn’t currently affect my benefit, do I will be able to save some coin and pay for the ticket waiting for me at ‘Doctor Who at Hoylake’, which I’m looking forward to.

Anyway… Sunday had been good. Barry and I had gone to Beeston Castle, having already mapped out the journey and, the price to the car park. The drive there had been good; unfortunately access to the entrance into the castle grounds had been poorly advertised at the gate, so we hadn’t known about the extra £6:10 until the last minute. That said, the walk was good; there was a lot to see and, Barry had taken so many photo’s that the battery died before the end of the day. While we’d been out I’d spoken of the front border that I work on, for Mum. “All I have to do is say to Dad, ‘it’s for Mum’ and, my Dad knows I mean that it, whatever it is, has to be done.” Well, just before he went to bed, I had said to him, “Are we doing the housework tomorrow?” He had relied in turn, “Well, Mum would.”

Come the Bank Holiday weekend I rose to find that my Dad was looking like a chipmunk. I had contacted the out of hours service for him, which in this instance had proven useful and he got treated well, being provided with the antibiotics he needed for his swelling and, had much of the tooth out, to allow it to drain.

On the Sunday Barry and I went to Beeston castle on a blue-sky day, enjoying our walk around the grounds, having our much inside the castle itself, as little girls walked up walls nearby. All-in-all, it had been a pleasant day.

Come the Monday Dad and I did our housework as normal, then I went travelling with Alex, to take a belated birthday card to Andy, Vicky Mercer’s brother. He’d been pretty chuffed for the visit it seemed, which had pleased me, goodstyle.

Then on Tuesday I was at the dentist for an 8:40 a.m. appointment, to learn that one of my last filled biting teeth is now falling apart and needs to be capped, which all too often in the past has been a portent of future tooth loss. I guess this is just what comes with getting older…

As I got ready to go out Tuesday, elephant man had been up the tree outside the house, sawing branches off it.



[The antibiotics had worked somewhat, so the swelling looked ‘better’.]



I hadn’t got to the standby camera quick enough. Come Tuesday evening I went to Karl’s -- found a reasonable one on t'internet.

After all, I needed a reasonable one for the forthcoming Doctor Who convention: Karl uses ebay and, has PenPal, so I took money with me, on my visit...