Kates Journal

Following an increase in the dose of sedation, my father passed away (still fighting) at 1035, on the 28th of August 2005.

I wish him well in his next birth and hope that I am lucky enough to be with him again.

For my friends, the Funeral looks to be next week, if any of you knew my dad and want to come, ring either my home in Bristol and I’m sure they can give you my mum’s phone number, e-mail me, or ring my mums house (where I’m staying). You can also try SMSing my mobile, but don’t ring it.

Last night was very strange. After coming home, Trey was cooking dinner while I faffed about finding out where the Wonky (a nightclub night) night was being held. While that was going on my mum rang and told me my dad’d gone into a coma. He’d been unresponsive all day.
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So, we went to Bristol’s pride event. Only, uh, yeah.

Okay, I wasn’t expecting much.

The 2 quid mandatory donation wasn’t a good start, but from the outside it looked like a fair size event… And then we got in. Disappointing; meeting my jokes about being our friends with a rainbow flag. My car is probably more gay when it’s got my friends in it.

*sigh*

I heard they were charging 300 quid a stall, which might explain the complete absence of any glbt type stalls selling anything. The live music was cool, apart from their CD player breaking and the vocalist having to wait while they declared it broken. Still, at least she could sing – it was better without the backing music :-)

There were quite a few people there; hundreds I’d reckon. But it well… yeah. Sucked. I hope it’s better next year…

Finally got the new pump on the car; although the job itself wasn’t terribly difficult, the weather conspired to make it as unpleasant as feasibly possible. The only thing which could have made it substantially worse was the addition of say, sleat, or perhaps a sudden cold-snap. Although it’s chillier than it was anyway.

But, apart from the odd scraped knuckle and having to shorten a hose by a couple of mms, the job was suprisingly pain free and simple. Although the extra 20 quid the new pump cost (on top of the mini pump’s price) – that was inconveniently painful. At any rate, a quick check suggests it’s on okay and no longer leaking.

Given the weather conditions I felt it might be ‘wise’ to sort out the electrical problem which has plagued my car since the new engine was put in; that of the side light not working – new bulb didn’t solve it – and the alternator not charging the battery when the heater was on, that also was winding me up – and I deemed it to be a problem given the current weather conditions.

So – the light, that was easy enough – a broken wire to the bullet connector (mmm, lucar) had disconnected the side light. One new bullett connector, enough solder to fill the titanic and that was done.

But the charging? I found a loose connector on the Alternator yesterday – and hoped that might be it, but no. Still not working. So today I spent a happy half hour cleaning every single damn connector on a 1964 Morris Minor fusebox (courtesy of Nikki) – it really was appulingly filthy – worse than the one on the car, but it meant I could just clean it and stick the new one on in place of the old one. Much easier than trying to note which wires went where…

…having done that – problem solved. I need to find some vaseline (I had some, somewhere) to smear on all the connectors – stop them from corroding again. But still, I think we’re ready for our trip back to my parents. Oh, with Johns help, the exhaust has been resealed – pending me getting the *right* frontpipe for my car. It’s ‘only’ 80 quid.

So I woke this morning, wanting some breakfast…. no, seriously. Woke up and had a ’slow’ morning, pondering heading out to collect my package from the pdo – in it.. hospital gowns, for my dad… *sighs*.

Anyway, while I was pootling, and decididng that I didn’t fancy it, not in the pissing rain, I heard this noise…

wwwwaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhHHhhhHHHHHHHHHHH

After a few seconds I wandered over to the front window and opened it… and was thoroughly confused to hear an Air Raid Siren going off. My brain, in early morning mode, was completely phased. What do I do now? I thought.

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