splodgenoodles

So the Russians are oppressing the people once again!

I can't abandon Livejournal now.

But I will use this space in the meantime. Maybe the Russian bloggers could come here too?

It's always a shock when you run up against someone with no conscience.

Does anyone know anything about this mob? I'm guessing this is one of those well known scams I keep failing to read about.

WEB.INFOMANIAK.C 7 CAROUGE
120.00 EUR
INCL OVERSEAS TXN FEE 4.76 AUD

That's $A163.26

Nothing else looks weird. One other transaction on that day was on my card.

It was incurred on July 13, processed on July 15, on 10B's card. He only ever uses that card for the local supermarkets, one recurring payment and rarely on the internet, and it appear to be an internet payment.

I'm putting in a disputed transaction form, and I guess that card was going to go anyway(I'm the primary account holder and it's a shared acount), but we're still shuffling stuff and working stuff out, so it's not exactly good timing.

And we'd rather like to know how it happened!

So not me, alas.

I am the sort of person who always looks rumpled.

It's a shame, I'd totally rather be like Lady Penelope or maybe Audrey Hepburn, but rumpled is my fate.

Fortunately TigerCat always looks like she needs ironing so at least we match.

I could be the most healthiest person int he world right now, but there's still no way I'd be going anywhere in this weather.

It's fucking freezing out there!

And wet.

Heaters are working overtime, curtains closed and drafts stoppered whenever I locate them.

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I've got to say that possum yarn kicks bottom. It really does. I'm wearing a beanie of possum yarn (knitted by moi) and a kind-of-poncho-capey thing that Mum-In-Law bought back from New Zealand and is possum+merino which I'm never going to take it off again. Nosiree, not ever.

(It's very cosy, is what I'm saying. I recommend it.)

I was going to open this by using a week as the time frame.

But it's only five days.

In the last five days I have had three (3) health care professionals demonstrate complete and utter ignorance of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Particularly regarding severity. Two of these are people I have had quite a bit to do with. Fortunately in both these cases I was able to provide a spot of professional development that was appropriate to the situation.

For free of course. Too bad no one will pay me for it.

(Please don't pipe up and helpfully suggest I *could* get paid and maybe it's something I could do. If I could have, I would have. If I ever can, maybe I will. I'm not stupid or lacking in initiative and motivation to do useful stuff...all available spoons are in use.)

You might be able to guess, by the stuff in parentheses that one of these encounters was of the 'could you maybe work part-time...?' and then when being reminded of severity getting a 'so what do you do all day then?' response.

Answers, btw:
1. No, I cannot work part time (and don't you fucking think that I would already be doing that if I could? What kind of person do you think I am? Do you think I'm a HOUSEWIFE? Do you think 10B and I are some sort of weird throwbacks to a mostly imagined past in which wifey stays home dusting the trinkets and making dinner for her man because it's his job to earn the bread and her job to dust....?).

2. I spend most of my time looking at the walls because I am too ill(zonked, foggy, fluey, confused, physically exhausted) to do anything specific. Then I try and do something, usually a small task by most peoples' standards, then I rest some more until I can do something else.

If I'm less task focussed, I tend to aimlessly fiddle and wander and sit (rinse and repeat). So in order to get the most out of life, I have become a very organised, task focussed person.

So, for example, 20 minutes reading light fiction will be preceded by half an hour sitting in the reading chair with a cup of tea, staring at the room because my brain can't get out of neutral, possibly with an interlude while I walk to the kitchen and back, having totally forgotten what I went there for. Then I read. It's nice. I might even read for a while. But I cannot read all day. No really, I can't. It will take me all day to digest what I've just read anyway. So as the brain slows down again, I stare at something else for a bit. So 20 minutes reading can take maybe 100 minutes of actual time.

I really do spend a lot of time just staring at stuff. I know this is hard for you to comprehend, I only comprehend it because it actually happens to me. And even then, only because it happens all the time. I don't really believe it can possibly be like this, but it is.

/rant

Oh bugger.

I should know better than to read up on anything, even classics which theoretically are still good reads even after you know how they end. It would have been more fun if I didn't know what was coming.

*slaps forehead*

Still, turns out I wasn't the first one to notice a metaphor or two.

I may yet read the book, and I'll definitely watch the second part. Actually, I'll definitely read the book because this is a heavily truncated version and apparently the book is full of loads of stuff about life on whaling boats, which all of a sudden I find fascinating.


They all seem like such nice people...

What are we hunting?

Well, technically a whale, but more of a metaphor.

It certainly looks like one.

What? A whale?

Yes, that too.

CAPILLARY ACTION!
CAPILLARY ACTION!
CAPILLARY ACTION!

Many thanks to feonixrift.



(And also to my beloved tenbears who wishes me to point out, clearly and loudly, that he had, in fact, said "capillary action" prior to my last LJ post but I had forgotten. And this is true. I never claimed otherwise. But it was some time before and I'd forgotten again.)

A local councillor, who runs a garden centre, has successfully convinced his fellow councillors to close the local free much service.

Why yes, it was recently relocated to a site near a school - by the council that just closed it. And after it was deemed to be safe anyway.