Wednesday.

Yesterday afternoon was trippy. I met rachel and sian from granada to talk about a possible "project" it looks promising. Almost too good to be true. More details later. After that it was tea on allerton road. What I really wanted was fish and chips instead we ended up in pod which at night does tapas. The three of us were tapa newbies but whatever we dived straight in. Started with pitta and dips hummus guacamole and smoked aubergine and bulgar wheat. Then several wee dishes. Monkfish and mustard, calamari, whitebait, lebanese chicken with pomegranate molasses, some lamb with toms and apricots, some roast new spuds it was plenty and good with the food and the sun it wqas like spqain so we hit the pinot grigio. Fifty sovs the lot pricey but good.
Tjen it was off to support group a good meet. Witnessing one again the injustice of the NHS. Forget targets and people telling me its getting better sod em.

July

http://www.milsom-hotels.co.uk/
Booked in a couple of these gaffs for our return to the UK following the Barcelona experience.

Tuesday and its busy

Original schedule was busy, but at 8.10 it took a nose dive. Loftman due at 1 rang said he coldnt wake his mornin appt so could he come here. Peachy says I. Wake ally and we motor. My head is muzzy. I hit the branflakes. Despite yesterdays movement I need to up my roughage and my fluid intake. Codeine is a killer to the bowels. I have cut them down and I am still drowsy.
Loft men arrive steve and degsy. Nice chappies to a man. They get to work. I book a hotel for opur stay in essex and the restaurant is so good she advises nbooking now fopr a wednesday night!!
Dish out the eye drops to shakespeare and mooch on the pc. Off to broadgreen for fizzio with Matt. Bus presents a problem not really sure which bus to get from which stop. Eventually plump for the 81 which surprisingly doesn't go over the flyover but stops at the rocket. I negotiate the subterranean labyrrinth that is the subway system. See jody for a wa** and melly is a supergrass. Nice

Bank Holiday Weekend

Didnt do much. I got up late, we went out to Allerton road for shopping and lunch. I ended up asking for moules marinere instead of the moules ala creme on the menu. Booked a holiday to Barcelona for 4 days and now looking for somewhere near colchester. So we can wait for Ally to come from work experience in Grenoble.
Looking round colchester way. An unexplored part of the world. Sunday I cook Roast chicken dinner, Monday whacked as a result do paperwork and sleep.

Thursday Friday Blur

Bit of a mess couple of media projects on the go which seem too good to be true so they are. Touched by thekindbess of the Liverpool University folk who let me ease in gently to the gigging circuit with this Provisional Programme I am on on the Friday and I am not a bloody case study. Original plan was a parkinson style interview with, John Wilding, he has kindly agreed to let me do a small 10 minute presentation (to see if I still can). And then move on to the Q&A from the floor and the chair. I will also attend a few of the more interesting workshops and make sure we have some publicity at the gig.
The new website has migrated to a dedicated server hosted by Bob and his team here. The last fortnight has been a nightmare but thanks to Andrew, Bob and Steve it seems to be mostly ok by close of business Fridat.
ne wbed arrived Friday morning and Ally I swwop of for lunch after her RE paper. I hit a chicken and sage butty at the Ark....OK After I breakk a 25 year tradition I let a woman cut my hair. In the last 25 years there have been lapses from Frank but I looked like the wild man of Borneo and want to make the right "look" for the media otherwise they'll send Attenborough to visit me. Walk alon Allerton Road take a coffee in Auberge and then to the wacky petshop. Few essentials round Tesco then home via village cabs. Jean home and sobriety is hard again but we succeed.

Whatever it was called the food was good.

Ally berates me for getting the name wrong I am one of the oldest and certainly lest bohemian in the gaff. Still worth a visit in an everyman sort of way.
Ally went to lush I went Currys digital (thats what dixons is called now) and got confused by their panoply of leads. Got the right ones and scooted in the end. Met Ally scored some meals at M&S then hoofed to the bus station for the 80 back.
Good day goosed.

Its ally

The soft old git got the name wrong - its Kimos of mount pleasant

Lunch at Kinos

After much messing on the pc and washing its off to allys recommendation Kinos. Claims to be mediterranean. Menu is exciting music is cool. I have the dearest thin g on the menu. Roast lamb spuds and salad. 7.90. Ally goes for chicken kebab on a platter with salad sauces and french fries and pitta. 4.70. This is scarily cheap.

Update - ok I am sluggish

Lots happened. Went to see Peter Kinderman last Thursday only snag appt was last Wednesday. Bought a green pepper turned red on journey home. Bought two jars of passata one with garlic and erb and one plain. When I got home both plain!!!! Such is the delight of the middle aged brin injured klutz.
Seems I am ok talking but speech flows easy, writing is hard. Weekend cant remember much said goddbye to old friend alcohol on Sunday been too keen and decided on escapism as a survival mechanism. Not recommended. Monday sees me sober one day at a time for the GCSE's at least. Frank gives me too pills to help but the hour between 9-10pm passes slow. Lunch at ark Monday with Kim great fun. Moules for me steak butty for kim. She has wine and beer I tut dissaprovingly and whinge into my water. Monday night Colin gives me a lift to the tip and No Mercy retail to buy a portaable telly DVD type thing for bedroom.
Man comes Tuesday to upgrade Cable to the TV drive. Ally does English Lit ICT and gets her mobile pinched.
Migration on site gives me headaches. People comment on blog, names of flowers and disjointedness two main subjects. I was pants at punctation before the SAH took out the punctuation semi colon and exclamation mark centres of my brain.!!!;-)
Two media sessions. One with Vicki from Granada factual and the other with Rachel a freelancer. |Good natter with woman from BMI too. Man coming to measure loft for storage space conversion yawn ( but essential). Today I am mostly using ~~~~~~~~tildes and &&&&&&&& ampersands.

Mother on the nest

  

Travel Pass shot

  

OK its a fair cop

I have been a tad less than diligent in my keeping of a blog. Poor show I know but the web site migration has been a nightmare. My concentration sucks and problem solving about 40% so every thing takes longer and I am a grumpy old get.
Tuesday saw me down to the offices of Merseytravel to collect my concessionary travel pass. What a place, twas smelly and hot. The delicatesen ticket dispenser tells me I am 75 currently serving 51. I am such a patient waiter these days. When my number is called I trot up the nice lady speaks to me thro a treble glazed window and touches my letter with the bare tips of her fingers. I'll have to get your file she says. On return she adopts mentally ill person needs help best if I speak slowly approach. Do I have to renew asks I no its permanent says she does that mean I'll never get any better says I. She smiles uncomfortably I glare menacingly after all she knows I am a mean mad mofo. She then goes to show me my map and then tells me twice southport in the north, earlstown in the east, chester by rail only in the south and scheduled ferries. Not river cruises and ormskirk by rail only. She tells me I will need a new pass in two years and the the top tip is to keep my photos - I havent got any no problem for 3.50 I'll take some. Of we go I think at last human contact but no she pokes her camera through a hatch in the wall. Probably scared of a scally robbing it. It was polaroid doesnt she realise the scallies have gone digital. Ironically I took a taxi home. It was wet and I was knakkered.
In the afternoon I saw Frank ( the doctor) who as usual proves to be wise good and a healer, poor lad thinks doctor always knows bestthough.
Tuesday Bit of a strange day. A man rings the bell no man due I have checked my diary. Hello I am here to change your elecky meter you got a letter last week. No I didnt says I well it must have been in January and you forgot.
He looks genuine 60 plus he's called Frank so there is a place in my life for him. We chat amiably I tell about my SAH and BAD and weight loss surgery (lucky arent I). Hes interested met someone whose had all of em but never one person with the full house. In the middle of this a lady who I dont know says does Jean live here. Yes says I well Eleanor old lady next door isnt answering so I say I have got keys, I had been telling Frank about her so we tell nice lady to wait and we'll go in. Expecting the worse I tread cautiously the telly as ever is 1000 decibels she is sat happily watching flog it till two blokes appear and she bricks it.
Job takes about 20 minutes and I enjoyed the chat and break from the grunt work of migration. So he has a funky wireless PC handheld ruggedised to collect his data on. This is 104 he says nope says I its 102 - Are you sure ?? You have been really ill. He then says the eff word several times and curses whilst he reinstalls the meter.
He says your wife wont believeyou man changed meter but meter is the same oh how we laughed. Job done he shook hands in a friendly tight artisan grip. Bleeding hurt it did. he asks which is 104. I point him to PAuline and Johns. The bloody elecky aint working so I say hey Frank me eleckys not working - he comes back and sorts it.5 minutes the doorbell rings. Now what the computer as my next job he says. 102 he is clearly exaspereated. If you werent such a nice bloked I would have sodded off. I offer him a drink as he starts the job - no good says I eleckys off. we had a laff he goes again told him to pop in any time. 5 minutes the bell rings again. I go to the door Frank youare taking the piss now - the man from parcelforce looks puzzled.

Monday

Key tasks await arrival of billy colin to pick up colins keys. Off to TJs to buy bed and then on to hatton garden to get buss pass.

Sunday

Bob from web integration has been migrating wlsinfo to its new home. It seems to be going fairly well. Frustrated that users seem unable to stay off the site. I find myself in the traditional I T techs jobs ok apart from users. In fact if it were just me and a server it would race along. Its the people who make the charity and who have reminded me whyy I became a nurse.

Mr Fluffy tail

  

Cheeky Chap

  

Aye up Blossom

  

Wish I knew what it was called

  

Spring in our backyard

  

Bed and football and storage

Go back to bed after Brekkie and sleep till 2pm.
Revived by a fishfinger butty the watch Liverpool steal victory from West Ham.
Speak to Bob our tech man about the website migration which he is doing tomorrow.

Friday - Skips rubbish and Mice

The day starts early with a skip delivery. Spotmix Spot on. Wear myself out with rubbish feel crap that Jean has to do so much. I redeem my self as mouse terminator, reclaiming the shed and evicting some buggers who had nested under the rabbit run on the lawn. I guess shakespeare food and the ample suupply of food we put out for birds attracts the meeces.Knakkerd Friday after that.
Good news is my application to The nice lady here has been successful. The world will be my lobster now - ormskirk ellesmere port and chester by rail only.

Thursday

Went to the Royal - care consistent low standard. Plaster removed and wrong xrays looked at and doctor chooses not to listen to my pointing that out. Suppose he isnt conditioned for the average punter to realise there are three views only one of which is looking at the two which dont show. He doesnt grasp that I realise that there are no fractures in those view. Show he examines my head CT says a load of wire in my nut and classes me under loony/retard. Conversation over come back in three weeks. The sister takes me round to the physio where a very important presentation is about to start (aka free lunch). The physio assess me in the waiting area begrudgingly. waves her hand like ted rogers and says can you do this, impersonate a crocodile and make a rude gesture with wrist. OK keep doing it and I'll send you an appointment when I can. I feel shafted by the NHS - not new there then. Same day G2 in the guardian are asking 50 people about their day working in the NHS - politicians say its great, GPs say its ok here when there are no PCT people, PCT people wonder how the world functions without them and clinicians struggle.
Tired.
Off to Heathcotes for a top meal in the evening.
We start with Potted kipper paté, sour cream & malted Guinness loaf for Jean and Organic Smoked Salmon and horseradish cream for me.
For mains Jean does Roasted chump of fell bred lamb, with potato and cheese pan haggerty and I plump for a heavily pregnant Whole grilled plaice, parsley butter & new potatoes, wedge of lemon. Not sure about eating the roe so I do and its good. We wash it down with one of Mr Heathcotes selections, 31 Brampton Old Vines Red, Stellenbosch 2002/03 full, ripe wine, rich meaty palate.
Pud is easy Vanilla bean ice cream & Pedro Ximenez aged caramelised sherry and an espresso over the top for me.
TOP service top food and an ambience and welcome that surpassed its usual high standards.

Long time no write

Its been weeks since I properly wrote. As many scottish friends would say ma heids been mince. I guess the problem is the host of problems I have going on in the said "heid" my pre-morbid personality is cyclothymic, I have biipolar, for which I swig a cocktail of psychotropic drugs. I have some effects fropm the sub arachnoid in the right cerebral artery, but what's real what's imqgined and what's anxiety blend to decieve. I take a potent trilogy of analgesia to numb this pain in both head and wrist. My preferred anxiolytic is south african or french and deep dark red. That can't help. I have lost the ability to write with. What used to gushj effortlessly no needs squeezing. It feels like literary constipation, and the effort of forcing brings head pain. I need to write this I need to say it I need to face. I have assumed the ostrich like pose that always accompanies a problem. Its never worked in the past so why chase a losing formula.
The irony that if a patient or friend presentd in the current mess I find myself in I could suggest an action easily while I flap helplessly with arse in air is not lost on me. Peter Kinderman my clinical psychologist points me on the road. He is wise beyond his years.

Sharon Stone - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Sharon Stone - Wikipedia, the free encyclopediaSharon Stone had a sub arachnoid haemorrhage.

Heathcotes

Heathcotes. The food was excellent but there were "issues" I have emailed the head office to give them my opinion.
Bea only lasted 24 hours in the care home not good for the girls. We are still carless Ally conducts a seminar on poetry for her friends we motor on with the mortgage endowment misselling claim. Turns out I was refused serious illness cover when we applied for the current mortgage shame coz sub arachnoid haemorrhage would have led to a payout. Unlucky Alf strikes again.