My recieved gift

Last night, I spoke to my Uncle Tappy on the phone after receiving a Facebook message to ring him. He explained that he had just got a phone call to return back to the USA to do a book signing. He told me that he had a book for me and wondered how he could get it to me as he was leaving at 04.30 the next morning. Even though it was 21.30 at night I agreed to pop down to his flat which is a good 10 mile away. It was a nice relaxed drive down with hardly anyone on the roads. I got his and was given a signed book which he had wrote in partnership with another man. The bit I have read so far is enthralling. I couldn't put it down. The only reason I did stop reading it was that it was 02.00 in the morning. I would really recommend reading this.

The Wildcats

Friday night saw me and D go to Cullercoats Crescent Club to see The Wildcats play. The Wildcats are basically a band that started in Cullercoats / Whitley Bay in the late 50s early 60s. The are partly responsible for The Animals coming to fame. The Wildcats guitarist, Hilton Valentine left and joined The Animals and my Uncle, Tappy, left and became their Road Manager.
It was a brilliant night. Fantastic music that brought a smile to everyone's faces. It was great to see so many people that I had not seen in years. I also got to spend a couple of nice hours with my dad.
D was expecting it to be a bit boring with lots of old people but was pleasantly surprised to find the night really enjoyable.
Apparently they may do another gig next year. I cant wait.

Spooky

I thought I would let you know about what happened in our house last night. Simple enough, I was going up stairs to start my bath running. As I go to the top of the stair and stepped onto the landing and glanced left as normal towards our daughters bedroom. The door was open, but what I saw, very briefly was the outline of the top half of a person. No features, just the outline. It then just disapearred.
Every so often something happens in this house. It started after our daughter was born. Just when she was able to speak, her mother was lying on our bed with her getting her settled for bedtime when she pointed to the corner of the bedroom and said 'Mammy, who's that man?' D could not see a thing but G, our daughter, kept staring into the corner. Another time, a similar thing happened. Again, when lying on the bed getting G settled. G started laughing and said ' Who's that funny man dancing?' and pointed to the same corner where she did on the previous time. Another time, a few years later, I was going through some old family photos when G picked one up and said 'I've seen him before, and pointed to a photo of my Grandad. I asked her where she had seen him, but she couldnt remember. My Grandad died when I was very young. It is well said that young children are more open to things with them being so innocent and not corrupted by the normal run of the mill things that we are.
Another thing that happened was when D was in the shower and I was at work. I got a phone call from a rather freaked out D, who said she was in the shower and someone blew on her. It was like a cold blast. It shook her up a bit.
And the other thing thing that happened was one evening when I was talking to my friend on the phone. I had the phone to my right ear, and to my left was a wall. Me and my friend laughed about something and straight away at the same time, There was a clear, audible laugh in my left ear. Not a metalic sound like through a phone but a clear sound as if someone was right next to me. Remeber there is a wall there. I know some may say it could be your neighbours but we never hear them plus this was in close proximity, right next to me, not through a wall.
Due to other things that I have experienced over the years. I am a firm believer of spirits. I know a lot of people are not but everyone is entitled to thier own beliefs.
One day I might blog about things I have seen and experienced. One day.

I have decided to try out IntenseDebate on my blog. Hopefully it will give better control of comments. Beforehand I didnt get notification that a reply had been posted.

Tired and peeved

I am so tired this week. I have moved from one department to my old department that I worked on about 7 yrs ago. Even though I know most of the systems, apart from a couple of new ones, I feel mentally drained going through retraining plus going on line and trying to hit targets for call durations. Fair enough they don't expect us to hit them yet but I've still been trying to hit them and not getting anywhere near due to long calls trying to sort peoples problems out.
I come home and all I want to do is lie down and go to sleep. Last night, even though I was shattered, I still couldn't sleep. It took me hours to drift off properly so today has been a bit of a struggle. Fingers crossed.

Before I go I must tell you about something D has just told me.
She has just pulled up in her car after taking our daughter to dance class and saw a young boy ( I'll not call him what I want to but it rhymes with ship ) from along the street with his dog on a lead, letting it pee on our front garden. He's just had a gobfull off D and a visit to his mother may be on the cards to kick off. His mother is known to be a bit of a nutter when she kicks off.
I know a pee may not be a major thing to some people but what if it is the other the next time. It just show disrespect for other peoples property. Hopefully next time we will catch it happening and get a photo then we can report them. That's a nice 1000 pound fine. I'm getting annoyed just thinking about it.


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Bye bye desktop

Well, this week, my poor desktop pc finally gave up the ghost and decided to pass away. No warning, just didnt switch on one day. There was power to it. Fans are going etc, just hard drive not working so may be mother board or hard drive, I dont know. So because of that, my photography has taken a hit. I do have a laptop but editing photos isnt the same on a laptop as it is on a desktop. The screen isnt sharp enough. I could, i suppose link my laptop to the main screen but I havent tried that yet.
Its nearly the weekend, and thank f**k I say. I am shattered. For some reason, this week I have been worn out all day every day. I'm looking forward to the rest. I've nothing special planned for the weekend apart from chilling and unwinding. Bring it on.
Tomorrow is my birthday. I'm a whole 42 years old. Still feel like an 18 year old, but damned if i can find one. ( The old ones are the best ). Frightening thing is, I can remember when my Dad was this age. That makes me feel old thinking of that.
I'll keep you all updated as of what happens over the weekend.