Saturday, February 28, 2015

So very very ill


At 4am on Saturday morning my body wakes me up. It wakes me up to inform me I’m ill, I’m very, very ill. Now when I’m ill I usually sleep very very well. This time though my body had altered me to the fact I was ill and getting worse. Being a bloke that meant nothing. To be fare I don’t remember much about Saturday other than the pains, the sweat, the bad head and extremely sore throat. I didn’t get up, my parents did my shopping dropped it off apparently and left me looking unwell cuz that's what I wanted. Sunday I got up at some point. Changed my bed linen and took the dripping wet linen round my parents for them to wash. When I went round they looked amazed to see me I didn’t twig for a moment I wasn’t going to be alright. I washed my car and had a tinker with it before going back in to the house to see them to say I’ve made a mistake I’ve got to go home and to bed.


And so I actually got worse than yesterday, The worst bit though was the sore throat, and the coughing with it and the lumps of horribleness that I quiet literally vomited out of my lungs with great pain. Er Yuk


I stayed in bed for some time.


Eventually I had to eat, something soft, and nutricous


I also had angle delight, rice pudding. And that's it really. My body hurt to much to read, to watch TV so i just lay there and for the most of it watched the cracks in the ceiling slowly get bigger!


One thing was for sure, as soon as I was well enough I’d sort out a doctor like I kept saying I would all this time.

Friday, February 27, 2015

Don’t Do It!


I get up and wow it looks such a nice day,


and today is mufti day so I can wear what I want.


For some reason I want toast ad so I have toast and then I walk off to the station. I decide to call Les, which at the time I have no idea was going to be such a good idea, because he sounded in a mess about something. So not only did I walk to the station with him in my ear, I waited for the train with him in my ear, I got on the train with him in my ear, I sat and listened to him until Walsall until I got off.


I got my new train pass and then got back on my second train.


I called Les back and we continued the conversation for some more time the telephone line cutting out as we pasted black spots. I noticed however the ceiling of the this train had also been cleaned. By Perry Barr Les had calmed down and I I said I’d call him back at dinner time, which I duly did and he had calmed down about the matter, and would come round latter tonight for a natter and relax.


When I got home myself I decided I’d spend my initial Friday evening on the phone to NPower. I got to speak to a nice lady for a period of time about my electricity meter and trying to start paying monthly. I’ve even given them the details they need to log it into their computer system but still they can’t do it. I ponders if this will ever happen. This girl even said odd both meters got changed on the same day yet we have only updated the details of the gas one. Although it can take upto 3 months. I upped my gas payment as they’re calculation is totally bogus of £22 a month. As again I’ve used £100 of gas this month like last. So if you did a lazy calculation of £100*12/2/12 = £50 a month that would be more like it. But £22?. So I changed that to sixty a month. And I got a estimate from them of my electricity bill so far on the meter that's no registered, I’ve used since January £55 pounds of electricity. Should I believe them though?


I move on to installing my TP link network though the mains.


So down stairs we now have a Ethernet port and a wireless adaptor.


With flashy lights. And it seems to work.


And upstairs for my PC a dedicated Ethernet port. Which is so much better then the wireless I was using with it.


Les comes round, we drink tea, and enjoy each others company. We discuss Sky and then I know of something we can do.


I get the Sega Mega Drive I’ve had out.


And start retro gaming.


As it happens Les like Sonic the Hedgehog. And didn’t seem to know that if you go to the PS3 store it is available.


I also get out the Master System Adaptor!


Oh dear, dear, dear. And if you think this is bad you should see Thunderblade!


Eventually we pack up and Les heads home leaving me alone with something. Something I didn’t know I had but was soon to find out I did.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Did It Really End?


Thursday night is Cucumber night, and I’m addicted to watching this series. Tonight episode though takes us back in time before well something completely unexpected happens.


Is he worth it? Is he? This bloke is now seeing ghosts! Well is it worth it?


It would appear it was. But that was a golf club in the head worth it. Was it brutal? Yes it was! Did it startle me? Yes it did? Did I see that coming? No I didn’t. Could it have been dramatised any better? No I don’t think it could? Do I want to see that bit again? No I don’t.


One asks though is that the end of the series? Is are there more episodes???? And onto Banana to see where that takes us?

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Love Rosie


I get up open the curtains and admire those wardrobes. Just how sad have I become. Don’t get me wrong to get them up in an evening is good. But I can’t draw myself away now I can see them clearly. I’m sure I’ll get over them soon enough.


I catch the train, await at the usual end of the platform, next to where the door I usually get on the train opens and get on as usual. My usual seat through is gone, and the rest of the seats i this end of the carriage. I walk closer to the front and get a table seat. Usually this end of the carriage is packed what is going on? When I get to Walsall it is light and warm outside so I decide not to go into the waiting room as usual. Instead I sit at the farthest end of the platform to the waiting room and read away the time.


When the train does come I notice that we have a train for once that is not only cleaned at floor level, But someone has looked up and cleaned the cleaning as well! How pleasant.


At home I admire the wardrobe once more, fill it fully of cloths and then settle down for the night. I’ve worked hard so I’m having a relaxing evening doing nothing.


I turn on the screen and the PS4 and start up YouTube On Fire to see what is on offer. First up is Fifty Shade Of Grey, which I try but won’t play, the next on the list to catch my eye is Love Rosie, a romantic slushy film and something I’m completely in the mood for. It fires up and I get comfy.


And as for slushy


and romantic


it sure is.


And if that's not what you want


avoid it at all costs! Me, I enjoyed it, and my evening of the sofa watching the screen. Eventually though I went and rejoined that wardrobe upstairs and went to sleep happy.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

From Here On It Can All Go Wrong.


Having not read any of my book yesterday, today I’m well in the mood, and head straight into the sailing world once more. And before you know it.


I’m home, and looking at setting up that wardrobe build. My dads obviously got something more important to do afterall and decide to just get on with it. I get my trusted drill out and set about working out how much room I need to build it. We could be struggling here. From here on it all can go wrong.


Sometime later I reach this point. And hammer the back panels on, no doubt to the neighbours delight. There’s no not finishing now if I want to use that bed later. But what's that?


Standup – 2 people required.


A deep breath, legs in the right position, brace, brace, brace.


We have an erection!


A while later the doors are on and it looking like this.


A perfect fit. I should remember to check the dimensions next time I buy something.


And with that I climb into bed, tired and happy.

Monday, February 23, 2015

The Expected & Unexpected Delivery


I get home and open the door. Yay the delivery has come, the flat pack delivery and what is that?


We seem to have had another delivery to. Interesting pattern. Interesting.


And in the rear hallway there is more carpet, another pattern, another interesting pattern.


I go on my PC and set up doing my photos from the weekend. OHHHHH I’ve gone past the jackpot.


And with that I’m not going to take anymore photos, I’ve got to 100,000 and that's enough. My dad calls and says that I might have noticed some carpet, that may not be to my taste but is better than what I have got. That I can agree on. He will come and help me with the wardrobe tomorrow night.


Well I look at the wardrobe boxes and must say that i think 39Kg is too much for a single package. I think that's illegal even if it says lift with two people minimum. I get two of the three boxes up myself. The third is just to heavy. I leave it and open the boxes to see if I can at least put the draws together.


That done, I’ve had enough, I go to bed.


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 Near The End Of The Rainbow

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