my
belief in 'Trust' is at an all time low... but not lost.
A bloke's February 2005 online journal
I'm
just going with the flow
any
red/green 'highlighted' words are links to deeper stuff
Tuesday
1st February
Woke early to Arran's knocks
and he stayed through the rest of the day
as we experimented with various web ideas.
Wednesday
2nd February
Arran returned for the afternoon and we set up the Removals site
as Michael, my Son, made contact on MSN Messenger
and we got his PC working with his X-Box, using Xp Remote Assistance,
before Roger J and Paranormal John popped in in the evening
with new beers, a bag of provisions, and a relaxing chat.
Thursday
3rd February
Arran called in again briefly, supposedly,
but left as Ian M arrived to watch The
Real Da Vinci Code in company
and then we watched last years tape of Who
wrote the Bible.
Friday
4th February
Managed to get some clothes washed and some mopping done,
as the arm was irritating sufficiently to exclude much effort,
but managed to get across the road to the practice for Monday's meeting.
Saturday
5th February
Paranormal John picked me up and we went to Plas
Teg again
where it was a lot warmer than last week
although a surprising number of the 50 odd visitors
suffered visible shivering and wobbly legs, while mine was through lack
of exercise,
but I didn't get very much camera activity among my 140 shots.
Sunday
6th February
Woke to a painful start, as my legs suffered from yesterday's exercise,
but managed to get the house sorted for Sarah's visit
before she text'd to say she couldn't get here
but I was cheered later when Sally phoned
and was then able to ease Tony A's sadness over a beer.
Monday
7th February
Sorted my Secretarial duties before Arran popped in with problems
and enjoyed the Chapter do in the evening, which finished early,
allowing me to share a pint in the Woody as well
but the feelgood factor caused me to fill in my details at datingdirect
even though I'm not ready to get involved with a female again, yet.
Tuesday
8th February
Phoned my Solicitor's assistant, after talking to Sharon, and remained
confused,
before chatting on the phone with Sylvia, and then my Solicitor,
and shrugged my shoulders as I wished I could be a bit more un-nice.
I
cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod autlacly uensdnatrd waht I was rdanieg in
an E-mial,
aobut the phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to rscheearch
taem
at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in
a wrod are,
the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit
pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit
a
porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by
istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Such a cdonition is arppoiately cllaed
Typoglycemia. Amzanig huh? Yaeh and yuo awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorantt.
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Wednesday
9th February
Surprised by a phone call from Sylvia and pleased to see her, a few minutes
later,
and we chatted amicably for a couple of hours as I tried to contact my
Solicitor
but Sylvia had to leave for work before any contact, and answers, could
be made
and I was able to offer a gentle hug as she left
but needed a bit of Mickey
Newbury as I waited for my Solicitor to phone back.
After
cancelling the chance of a proper meal, and declining a second,
my Solicitor failed to phone but Arran, Paranormal John, Scott & Becky,
turned up
and kept my mind from grumbling, although my empty stomach did it's share
of grumbles.
Thursday
10th February
Spoke to Sylvia, and my Solicitor, and hope that progress is being made,
eventually,
but wish that I could charge so much money for such bad service, not really...
as those who know me, know my poor history of charging for my assistance
and Arran
came and sorted out a problem of his, as I learned something new
but phoned for a part-time job application, as I can't go on like this
much longer,
and in the evening Paranormal John arrived with more kind provisions,
and Coffee,
before I explored some interesting
paranormal studies
and a humour archive.
Friday
11th February
At last, the Solicitors are communicating and both Sylvia and I were cheered
that are troubles may be eased soon, although my skin missed easing
as I prepared to visit the hospital and realised that it should have been
last week,
so I lost myself in adding some Google ad's to my site,
re-jigged my Frames\Mood pages and enjoyed
a fellow
traveller's thoughts.
Saturday
12th February
Received a fourth enquiry from a female inquirer, via Datingdirect,
but am in no position to pay any subscription in order to reply to them
let alone take anyone on a date.
Arran
arrived to use my Broadband connection again
while I got ready for Paranormal John to pick me up for a nights vigil
and I'm now starting to remember the names of the other investigators.
Sunday
13th February
Woke to the doorbell, in the afternoon, absolutely shattered,
and let Arran in to sort out his websites, while I watched TV in a comatose
state,
and after attempting some computer stuff, gave up by the evening
and enjoyed a beer in Tony A's company.
Monday
14th February
A new appointment for the hospital arrived, for last Friday,
but after a phone call got it sorted for next Friday
and was here to receive Robin H's phone call and visit
before Arran popped in and Tony A cajoled me
into visiting the Woody in the Evening.
Tuesday
15th February
Tried to look through the mounting mail,
knowing there was stuff that needed urgent attention
but resorted to escapist webbing
till paranormal John popped in with his new website
but we were disturbed by a nasty car smash outside.
Wednesday
16th February
Richard C popped in and clarified his web thoughts
and Sylvia text'd to ask if it was alright to visit me tomorrow, while
her car was in MOT,
before Liz phoned about her web plans, for this years theatre events,
and Roger J picked me up, early evening, to enjoy a lovely meal prepared
by JJ
with his Family, and my God Daughter,
and I later mulled on so many years of time passing.
111,111,111 X 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321
Thursday
17th February
The three alarm clocks got me up in time to greet Sylvia
and we chatted as 'time passed' friends
before Arran arrived and then Ken phoned
reminding me that I was visiting Hooton Park in the evening
and I hurriedly prepared but enjoyed the company and the switch off.
Friday
18th February
Rose early again but found a message on the answer phone
from Paranormal John saying that the 'flu had hit hard
and he was unable to take me to the hospital Consultation.
Arran
popped in for a bit of his e-mail collection
before I sorted out a forms request from Liz
and then I looked at the snail mail, but ignored the Red ones,
and found a form from my Solicitor, confirming that stuff is eventually
happening
and then found that my TV and Telephone had been cut off again.
Friday
25th February
After a dreadful week, knowing that the mess I'm in had blown out of all
proportion
with unopened fines and court summonses, which could have been avoided
if Solicitors had done their expensive jobs but I was cheered when David
B offered,
without hesitation
to get me back on-line and ten minutes later had a reference number sorted.
Saturday
26th February
Still no NTL connection
but took my mind off the worry
with a visit to Plas Teg.
Sunday
27th February
Happy to miss the end of a sad Rugby match when I answered the door,
to be shocked by seeing Dave
J at the door and we mulled over ten years passed
before Tony A brought me back to the present, pleasantly.
Monday
28th February
Another day of avoiding what I know to be nasty mail
ended with an eventual Internet\phone connection
after deciphering their Automated system, which reminded me so badly
of the State Support system for rejected Husbands
and I took up Tony A's offer of a pint in the Woody.
