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After all the nastiness of Friday, I enjoyed a runaround Saturday with Barry and, the days little adventures, like the car in Little Sutton, blocking much of the traffic on the main road, by the lights, with smoke billowing from a partly opened window. And all the windows were darkened and, there’s been a sign on the back, saying ‘Broken Down’: so the owner had the chance to write the sign, leave in the back, then walk aay. And, there’s been the young woman with long brunette hair, in a modern blue-grey Bentley, going fast round a roundabout on Sutton Way, heading into Ellesmere Port. She had driven fast, then turned into a council estate, still at speed. Both Barry and I had wondered on her, whether it was a stolen motor, perhaps. And then, we’d gone to Meany’s, for brunch, admiring the pretty staff, as we ate well. Then the next day, Barry and I had driven to Northwich, sixty miles from where I live, where I’d walked to accidentally one time. The weather had been very bright and warm and, perfect for the day, albeit a little wind would have been better still. Anyway, we had gone to see the Atherton canal lift. And, it had been the Victorian marvel I’d thought it might be. As Barry had joked, that leaves you with enough photo’s to play with for awhile…



And, two letters received from the dole had confirmed that I wouldn’t be sanctioned and, that had been without mentioning the word, at all. That said, getting told off for disappearing awhile, to visit with Mandy had been so darn worthwhile. Yet that said, by Friday my body was finished. The actual college and class are alright, but the travelling had taken it out of me and my knees and elbows ached like chronic. And then, come Saturday we got the shopping done; we’d not managed due to the course. After all, the course may have disturbed our routine, but things still have to be done…

Speaking of which, I finished watching ‘Rise Of The Zombies’, which has Danny Trejo in it and, I stopped by my Father’s door, to see how he was. “You don’t sound very tired, I’d observed. “Don’t forget its housework tomorrow,” he’d answered, to which I’d replied, “Yeah, I know, I suggested it…” And I had, after all I had college to look forward to and, thing’s have to be done… don’t they?

After all the nastiness of Friday, I enjoyed runaround Saturday with Barry and, the days little adventures, like the car in Little Sutton, blocking much of the traffic on the main road, by the lights, with smoke billowing from a partly opened window. And all the windows were darkened and, there’s been a sign on the back, saying ‘Broken Down’: so the owner had the chance to write the sign, leave in the back, then walk aay. And, there’s been the young woman with long brunette hair, in a modern blue-grey Bentley, going fast round a roundabout on Sutton Way, heading into Ellesmere Port. She had driven fast, then turned into a council estate, still at speed. Both Barry and I had wondered on her, whether it was a stolen motor, perhaps. And then, we’d gone to Meany’s, for brunch, admiring the pretty staff, as we ate well. Then the next day, Barry and I had driven to Northwich, sixty miles from where I live, where I’d walked to accidentally one time. The weather had been very bright and warm and, perfect for the day, albeit a little wind would have been better still. Anyway, we had gone to see the Atherton canal lift. And, it had been the Victorian marvel I’d thought it might be. As Barry had joked, that leaves you with enough photo’s to play with for awhile…

Knowing full well what the week had in store for me, I’d been pleased that I’d had a much-needed good weekend. And, Sunday had been fun: While we had been out and about and listening to the Liverpool game, Barry decided we’d go to the Chumley Arms, to watch the second half, if they were doing aright. As it was, we probably heard the best bit of the game, as what we saw later was lack lustre. That said, Liverpool had beat Manchester United one – nil.



On Tuesday I learnt that we know longer have a standard 8mm projector in the house, as it went in a purge; but along with it were all the films taken as I grew. So, I know longer have visuals of the Dalek with my cousin Susan inside, going up and down outside our house in the rain; or even my few animated films… All gone…



I was awake about six on Wednesday morning, after getting to sleep in the early hours of the morning. Nut, I had to be up at about eight, to be ready for my lift to hospital, so could not afford to fall asleep, at all.



Anyway, we got up and out and Dave drops me off by the stones, the old entrance to Clatterbridge hospital. I’d got to the X-Ray dept., for about nine thirty, then recalled, I had to take the Ankh off. So, borrowing scissors, I had cut the boot-lace, removed the Ankh and put it in my top pocket, ready for when I were finished. And as it happens, I’d nee seen to quickly enough and was on my way home, taking photo’s on the journey. At Raby Mere a postman in his van having lunch had been good enough to take my photo, for me, before I sat awhile on the wall, enjoying my smoke.



It was when I got home that I realised the besides having a casserole to cook, we needed milk. And, a trip to the shops to buy milk was nowhere near my list of priorities at that moment, as I’d felt shattered… Needless to say, I had gone for the milk, for Dad’s tea and, his evening drink….

Anyway, Dad finally got the rain he’s wanted, since doing all the work on the lawns. Come the next morning I went out to do some weeding at the front side boarder. And, as I’d knelt down to weed, found myself watching the bees feeding midst the white flower Fuscia, in front of me. I watched one bee put his head into the bell that the stamen emanated from, to get as much nectar as possible. I then watched another one struggle to get as much as it could, struggling so much it nearly got it’s whole body inside the bell, all bar its lower legs. That’s been enough for me, I’d had to get my camera which I had. As I’d stood my back had clicked, leaving me feeling marvellous afterward, with no pain whatsoever. I’d gone inside after tidying up, watched a little of ‘The Purge’, which is genuinely creepy. At one I’d gone a much-needed walk, as I’d felt up to it…

Thursday brought an interview for a mandatory course at Wirral Met at The Pyramids Birkenhead. It had gone pretty well as expecting, considering the dole don’t seem to know what to do with me. That said, as they did their tests, I’d been pole-axed to learn that my maths was nowhere near as bad as I had thought it was. Anyway… from there I went to sign-home, then went to pick up my dad’s meds and finally, back home, for the evening meal, thankful it had not been my turn to cook. I’d felt shattered.

And it’d been irritating, the tower developing power-pack issues, now it seems the keyboard I use with the Dell Inspiron, to write my stories, had died and, that’d really annoyed me… goodstyle. Come Friday I was up and out on a sunny morning, to go see my ‘advisor’ at the dole. As things worked out as they had, I’d got a rail ticket to Port Sunlight, then walked the rest of the way, taking photo’s as I went. The interview itself had been something and nothing, yet as part of the system, needed to be done. Needless to say I’d enjoyed getting out and about with Barry and as Dad’s been told to eat more meat with Iron in it, we’d got the liver and kidney for tea, whilst out., so that’s what I’d cooked for the evening meal… Well, come Saturday Barry and did the Azda runaround and, enjoyed the day as best as possible. It had been Sunday that had been ‘something to write home about.’ We run some errands, like going to the tip and flat-hunting, then visited Manley Mere, a private boating area and tourist trap Needless to say, I had not been impressed by the place whatsoever, finding it far too commercialised. Well, we toddled off from there and missed a fox by a foot, as we drove on, having a coffee at the crest of a road, to sit my makings on a bench so we could have coffee. On a slow return to mine, Barry and I had gone looking for apples, by the hedgerows and, we’d found quite a few, of several different varieties…

The Monday brought housework, Dad working on the lawn and complaining of the lack of rain, a walk to the doctors for my prescription which hadn’t been signed, me cooking the evening meal, with which we had the last of Sunday’s wine and, a doze had been had by Dad and, later myself…

Knowing full well what the week had in store for me, I’d been pleased that I’d had a much-needed good weekend. And, Sunday had been fun. While we had been out and about and listening to the Liverpol game, Barry decided we’d go to the Chumley Arms, to watch the second half, if they were doing alright. As it was, we probably heard the best bit of the game, as what we saw later was lack lustre. That said, Liverpool had beat Manchester United one – nil.



On Tuesday I learnt that we know longer have a standard 8mm projector in the house, as it went in a purge; but along with it were all the films taken as I grew. So, I know longer have visuals of the Dalek with my cousin Susan inside, going up and down outside our house in the rain; or even my few animated films… All gone…



I was awake about six on Wednesday morning, after getting to sleep in the early hours of the morning. Nut, I had to be up at about eight, to be ready for my lift to hospital, so could not afford to fall asleep, at all.



Anyway, we got up and out and Dave drops me off by the stones, the old entrance to Clatterbridge hospital. I’d got to the X-Ray dept., for about nine thirty, then recalled, I had to take the Ankh off. So, borrowing scissors, I had cut the boot-lace, removed the Ankh and put it in my top pocket, ready for when I were finished. And as it happens, I’d nee seen to quickly enough and was on my way home, taking photo’s on the journey. At Raby Mere a postman in his van having lunch had been good enough to take my photo, for me, before I sat awhile on the wall, enjoying my smoke.



It was when I got home that I realised the besides having a casserole to cook, we needed milk. And, a trip to the shops to buy milk was nowhere near my lis of priorities at that moment, as I’d felt shattered… Needless to say, I had gone for the milk, for Dad’s tea and, his evening drink….

Travelling with Barry on Friday, down the lanes ‘mongst the green just took away the mean of the Thursday, a day that had been one I’d rather have not endured. His company has meant a lot these last few months and, especially after a day like that had been. Then, when we’re scrumping fruit on Saturday and I lost ten pound, he had found it; much to my great surprise… That and, a letter from someone I’d hoped to hear from had balanced up, my rotten day…