davidgillon: A pair of crutches, hanging from coat hooks, reflected in a mirror (Default)
 Tries to download an Amazon sample last night, "This is taking longer than expected, check back later."

So try to open up a book already on the Fire, immediate pop-up, "blah, blah, DRM, blah blah, please erase the book and download or buy from the Kindle bookstore"

What?

Try a different book, the same. And another, and another, and it looks like it's every book on the Fire.

Not impressed.

Not checked if I can access them on PC as yet, slightly nervous about that.
davidgillon: A pair of crutches, hanging from coat hooks, reflected in a mirror (Default)
Tired, so flumped out on the three-seat-sofa (recently liberated from several months use as an extra storage area) for three hours.

Woke up with hips screaming, which was puzzling as even sleeping on the far-too-short two-seat-sofa doesn't normally trigger them this way.

It's taken me an hour and a half to realise that I'd forgotten to renew my butrans patch (should have been done Tuesday), the dosage is out of my system, and this used to be my normal pre-painkillers.

All hail better living through opiates!

(Stumbles off to find butrans).
davidgillon: A pair of crutches, hanging from coat hooks, reflected in a mirror (Default)
Oh, *Headdesk* *Headdesk* *Headdesk*

Iain Duncan Smith tells disabled people to work their way out of poverty

And what about those of us who can't actually work?

I think the tone of that says we can be pretty sure there's a new round of demonisation of disabled people as scroungers incoming.
davidgillon: Text: You can take a heroic last stand against the forces of darkness. Or you can not die. It's entirely up to you" (Heroic Last Stand)
Pleasant lunch over in Rochester at my usual venue (plaice fillet with braised Little Gem lettuce and capers, yum - not sure I've ever had lettuce cooked before, but very tasty) with my friend and her adult daughter, all of us bemoaning the election result, then just as we were getting ready to leave (I was planning to go and gloat outside the UKIP electoral HQ a few doors down as one of rhe few electoral bright spots was they lost their seat in Rochester),  I checked my pockets to make sure I had everything, and no car keys.

My friend was all 'You can't have lost them, check your pockets again' and 'do you have any more pockets?', her daughter, having famously done this with parents car while she was in London, forcing her dad to drive the spare set over from Rochester, was on track much more rapidly. Clearly I'd had them when I locked the car, but since then I'd wheeled over about 300m of cobbles and flagstones, any of which could have bounced the key out of my pocket (fortunately just the one key, I have the rest on a separate fob).

We retraced my tracks, but no sign of the key. My friend suggested I get a taxi to go home and get the spare set, her daughter, more practically, said ''Mum, why don't I just go get your car and drive David to Chatham' (we were about 5 minutes walk from their house), to which the response was 'Oh, I use the car so little I completely forgot about it'. {sigh!}

So her daughter nipped off to get the car, and we stood around waiting, While we were there we bumped into her next door neighbour, passed the time of day, and were both stunned when said neighbour announced that she was so disappointed Farage wasn't elected as 'he's not like other MPs' (we'd just explained how he was) and 'he listens to his members' ('telling him who they hate' I commented rather snidely). Slightly scary as she's an otherwise nice and intelligent woman.

After what seemed like ages (turns out they'd had to pump up a tire) Stephanie turned up with the car, we lobbed the wheelchair in, drove over to Chatham, I grabbed my spare keys from the house and we were back at my car within about 15 minutes of her picking me up, in fact just within the two hours parking limit.

I'll give the police a ring on Monday to see if the keys have been handed in, but otherwise I'll have to see about ordering a spare set. I'm just glad my friend had decided to come out, I didn't have my phone with me (I'd forgotten to charge it) and the only alternative would have been to trek up to either her house or another friend who lives in the area, hoping one of them was in.
davidgillon: A pair of crutches, hanging from coat hooks, reflected in a mirror (Default)
 Woke up feeling a bit off, and not quite certain why.

Pottered around getting gradually worse, "Damn, this is starting to feel flu-like - Oh, hell!"

Goes to count number of butrans patches left in the box - yep, completely forgot to change it on Tuesday, and now I'm in full-blown opiate withdrawal.

New patch is on now, but it'll take several hours to take effect, in the meantime, I'll be over there in the corner, shivering.

*Headdesk*

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