Wednesday 21st October. 5.15 p.m. I am supposed to be having someone coming from Milton Keynes Council to help me possibly claim more benefits, to hopefully boost my income. I had a letter this morning in the post, but it gave me the time and date for the appointment, but it for last Monday. So, it was really not sensible to be sent a letter with an appointment which was PAST! It sees our wonderful (do you get a hint of irony in my words here?) Post Office is incapable of delivering mail, on time, so you don't miss an important appointment. Would have been better to send it by snail, tortoise of any other high-speed delivery system, bot your average Postie on a bicylce or on his flat feet.
Friday. 23rd October. 8.30 a.m. The usual routine here at Fun Central (I have called it Fogeyville, because of the oldsters who dwell here. I have just had my 76th birthday, but I certainly don't think of myself as old.) Anyway, the washing machine is doing my laundry and I will go back and put most of it in the tumble drier in around 30 minutes.
I was supposed to have flu vaccine last Saturday. I knew it was at around 1.30 p.m, or thereabouts. I had to go shopping in Sainsbury's and we'd had our monthly Prayer Triplet via WhatsApp. But I spent so long in Sainsburys, just daudling along, that I clean forget the vaccine appointment. I have since bookd another appointent for this Saturday, tomorrow, so I will have to keep an eye on the time and make sure I get to the medical centre for the appointment.
4.15 p.m. The weather has changed dramatically. There is a strong wind raging, and they have named the storm Austen. Why? Goodness knows. Is it an Austen Mini, a Metro or whatever type of car. I doubt it.
I have now managed to print the first play I wrote, called 'Hiding In The Smoke.' I thought it was going to take almost all of the morning, but it took a little over 30 minutes, which, considering it is over 60 pages, seems a reasonable length of time.
Tuesday 27th October. 7.55 a.m. I have been having problems with my laptop, a MacBookPro. I have never had any real problems with it, but this one was quite substantial. I managed to print the play, as I mentioned earlier. But his started when the confounded 'Beachball Of Death' struck. I am referring to every computer user's nightmare, which is a constant revolving golden ball, which shows up when there's some sort of issue. I could not remove it, or get into any folder on the laptop. The only answer would be to return to the Apple store and hopefully, someone there would be able to resolve the situation.
I drove into the shopping centre and parked where I usually do, next to the scrap-heap which used to be The Point and then walked into Midsummer Place and landed up at the Apple Store. Unfortunately, I could not have an appointment immediately and the next available slot was in around an hour, so I had to go away and fill up an hour or so, wandering around the shopping centre. So, I did just that. Not easy for me to waste time like that, but I managed. It turned out that the computer had little or no memory left and they suggested shifting most of the stuff onto iCloud, which I have a subscription to. So, I had to sit and stare at the MacBook's screen as a good deal, if not all, the data was moved to iCloud. Around an hour later it was done (probably a good deal longer, but does it really matter.) I had to drive to Sainsbury's for a few items and then returned to Dexter House. This morning I have been removing further stuff onto iCloud and I have to say, the desktop looks far tidier and less cluttered and the MacBook seems to be running far better.
I have now printed out the second play and it is safely stored in it's own folder. That must be the quickest I have produced a play, from the concept to writing and then printing. It's the one I mention a few posts back, inspired by the woman who came into our Wednesday afternoon tea party and similar to 'Abigail's Party, created by Mike Leigh. I say 'created' because most of his plays are created by the cast, improvised during rehearsal.
Wednesday 28th October. 1.10 p.m. My pension has not gone into my bank account this morning. Which puts me in a very difficult position. I have never had this happen before, and if I checked my account just after midnight, I would have had the money there, ready for me to go to Sainsbury's, as I have done more or less every week since I retired. I cannot think what has caused this situation, but I need it to be resolved quickly, otherwise I will be up the preverbial river without a paddle, or any other suitable expression.
Thurdsay 29th October 1.15 p.m. The pension I mantioned above wasn't mine. It was from Carol's Teacher's pension. I have found a telephone number on the internet and rung and it would appear that these payments are transferring to a new provider and this should be completed at the beginning of next week, so I am hoping and trusting that I will get paid as soon as this is completed. It would have been great if they could have informed me that this was about to happen. Just a quick text message, letter or even a telephone call, but nothing.
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