Category Archives: Ramblings

Just my random muses and ramblings.

Accident Update – Two Weeks On

It’s been two weeks now since my accident and I am gradually getting a little bit more movement back each day, but it is hard going.  That having been said, if I had broken the leg I guess being in plaster would be an even bigger problem.

I can walk short distances without crutches, but it’s hard work and very slow going due to the swelling and bruising of the left calf/shin and the right heel.  For longer distances I use the crutches, I can get some speed going on them, not as quick as I used to walk, but at least I can still move and get around by myself.

Day Of The Accident

Day Of The Accident

One Week On

One Week On

Two Weeks On

Two Weeks On

The swelling is going down each day, but I think it will still be a few weeks until it’s gone and I can start to walk normally again.  It is actually more comfortable to get up and walk around, get some movement in the muscles, but it takes it toll.  I went back into work for a few days this week, but by the end of each afternoon I had had enough.  I liked being up and about, but after so long my legs begin to throb and ache quite badly.  I’ve had the last couple of days off, but just sitting around is hard, trying to find a comfortable position isn’t easy.  Some nights I struggle to sleep because of it being so uncomfortable.

To top it off, the skin on my left leg is now so irritable that resting it on anything makes it feel so sore, which makes it even harder to find a comfortable position!!!

Still, all things considered, this is all just a minor inconvenience, when I think that being run over by a fork lift truck this could have been a whole lot worse, it should have been a whole lot worse, my God was definitely looking out for me that day.

It’s not going to be an overnight recovery, I know that, but I keep taking it day by day, doing a little bit more, but being careful not to over do it.

GET BACK UP by TOBYMAC
You turned away when I looked you in the eye,
And hesitated when I asked if you were alright,
Seems like you’re fighting for you life,
But why? oh why?
Wide awake in the middle of your nightmare,
You saw it comin’ but it hit you outta no where,
And theres always scars
When you fall back far

We lose our way,
We get back up again
It’s never too late to get back up again,
One day you will shine again,
You may be knocked down,
But not out forever,
Lose our way,
We get back up again,
So get up, get up,
You gonna shine again,
Never too late to get back up again,
You may be knocked down,
But not out forever
(May be knocked down but not out forever)

You’re rolled out at the dawning of the day
Heart racin’ as you made you little get away,
It feels like you’ve been runnin’ all your life
But, why? Oh why?

So you’ve pulled away from the love that would’ve been there,
You start believin’ that your situation’s unfair

But there’s always scars,
When you fall back far

We lose our way,
We get back up again
Never too late to get back up again,
One day, you gonna shine again,
You may be knocked down but not out forever,
Lose our way, we get back up again,
So get up, get up
You gonna shine again
It’s never too late, to get back up again
You may be knocked down, but not out forever,
May be knocked down, but not out forever!

This is love callin’, love callin’, out to the broken,
This is love callin’.
This is love callin’, love callin’, out to the broken
This is love callin’.
This is love callin’, love callin’,
I am so broken
This is love callin’ love callin

Lose our way, (way way way ay ay ay)
We get back up, (get back up again)
It’s never too late (late late late ate ate ate)
You may be knocked down but not out forever!

Lose our way,
We get back up again,
So get up get up
You gonna shine again
Never too late to get back up again
You may be knocked down,
But not out forever,

This is love (lose our way) callin’ love callin’ (get back up again)
To the broken
This is love (never too late) callin’
(may be knocked down but not out forever)
This is love (lose our way) callin’ love callin’ (we get back up again)
To the broken
This is love (never too late) callin’
(may be knocked down but not out forever)

This is love callin’ love callin’
Out to the broken,
This is love callin’….
 

Lucky Escape

Apologies to regular readers, but due to unforeseen circumstances, I am unable to post my usual verse based poem and verse of the day observations.

I can definitely say I have had better days, it was all going fine until shortly before lunch, when I went into the yard at work to put some things into the skip, I observed one of the forklift trucks unloading a lorry and gave it a wide birth as I went across the yard. At least I thought I had.

The next thing I know the truck is right there backing towards me and then it hit me, it all happened so quickly that I am not sure what actually happened, but it hit my left leg pretty hard, I’m honestly not sure it was run over or not and then my right foot was pinned under the back wheel of the truck.

Immediately an ambulance was called for as I screamed in pain and rolled around the floor swearing profusely. I calmed down and the only thing that was really bothering me, apart from the pain, is the fact that tomorrow afternoon I am going on holiday with the kids, it looked at that point as if it wasn’t going to be.

Soon a paramedic arrived and then the Air Ambulance arrived, followed by an ambulance and a policewoman! Everyone seemed to be gathered around me as I lay in pain on the floor.

The paramedics and ambulance people were convinced my leg was badly broken. They gave me pain killers, which numbed things a little, then put me into the ambulance, the Air Ambulance wasn’t considered necessary, it was just in the area and responded to the call. They treat crush injuries by forklift trucks pretty seriously.

They rushed me to Nottingham Queens Medical Centre and I was put in A & E. I was sent into X-Ray, they took quite a few of both legs and then I went back to A & E. The Doctors said they was no break in either the leg or the ankle, although there may be a slight fracture in my left leg, they will know more when the swelling reduces.

I’ve been kept in over night to check for Compartment Syndrome, which is excess swelling due to the blood build up, which in severe cases needs to be cut open to relieve the pressure, worse case it could lead to amputation.

So currently I sat in my hospital bed, bored. But thankful that I was protected from something that could have taken my life, forklift trucks aren’t usually very forgiving.

My friend, Ally, has been this afternoon and brought my kids to see me this evening. I texted him from the ambulance to tell him and asked for prayer from him and others from our Church. The hardest part was trying to word the text in a way that didn’t sound like a joke. “Pray for me, I’ve been run over by a forklift!” This would make me laugh!!!

Hopefully I will be allowed out tomorrow evening and I can go on holiday just a day late. It may not be quite the same, but we are going regardless.

All prayers would be greatly appreciated, my leg throbs and I’m not sure how I am going to get to sleep with it, so prayers for peace and no further complications would be welcome.

I am thankful to my God this evening, that I still have everything intact and most importantly my life, He was definitely watching over me this morning.

Hopefully tomorrow evening I can get back to normal service and write my daily posts.

And I Still Can’t Find The Cat!

I had great intentions for Thursday, I had booked the day off work to get a bit of work done for the Architects and also planned to do a few things around the house before friends from my Church Connect group came around later in the evening.

I needed to get stuck into some drawings before I go away next weekend, so I planned to get up fairly early and get quite a few hours in and then sort out my front room. That was the plan anyway.

I woke early Thursday morning with my early alarm, I switched it off and intended to sleep in for while as I didn’t have to be at work at 7.30am.  It was just after 4.15 in the morning, then I heard running water, like a tap dripping.  I couldn’t remember hearing that the evening before, so I got up to investigate.

A few weeks ago I finally left the settee in the front room and moved into the downstairs rear bedroom.  It was the first time in over seven years that I have slept in a bed in this house.  My room has a hall between it and the kitchen, I looked out of my door into the kitchen and there I saw it, the kitchen and hall floor were swimming in water!

The sound of the dripping was coming from the kitchen ceiling, water was falling onto the worktops and the tiled floors, it was dripping down the walls, it was everywhere.

I ran through the kitchen and straight upstairs to the bathroom above, wondering if I had left anything running, I couldn’t remember doing so, but that was where the water was coming from.

When I got to the bathroom, it was swimming in water too.  The tiled floor was deep in water and it seemed to be coming from the toilet.  I couldn’t make out where, until I saw the big crack down the rear corner of the cistern.  The water had been flooding out and obviously the float valve just kept letting it try to refill. There was water everywhere.  I grabbed all the towels I could find and put them down on the floor around the toilet and ran back downstairs to find the stopcock and switch off the water.

I put a few towels down on the kitchen floor to mop up what was there and waited for the water to stop dripping through the ceiling.  I rang my Dad just before 8am and explained what had happened, He used to fit kitchens and bathrooms, so he came around with Mum to take a look.  We tied the valve up in the closed position so it would stop trying to refill the toilet, that way I could switch the water back on.

I went to see if I could just replace the cistern, but the chances of getting one to fit where small, it seems I may need to replace the whole toilet, so for now that can wait until I get back to work next week and I can order a new one through work and get someone to fit it.

We cleaned and mopped up as much of the water as possible, but that was my morning gone, the plan for the day had flown out the window and I was shattered.  I opened up the kitchen and bathroom windows as wide as possible to air both rooms, hoping they would dry out quicker, then I went back to bed for a while, to catch up on the sleep I missed that morning.

I gave up on the idea of getting any work done or getting things done around the house, by the time I woke again, I just wasn’t in the right frame of mind.  Mid afternoon I was laying on my bed, just watching the TV, when I thought that I heard something in the kitchen, I got up and went to look.

That’s when I saw a small cat in the hall, I don’t have a cat, I’m not a big cat lover.

The back door was locked so it didn’t get in there, I shouted at it to get out and gave chase, but I don’t know where it went, it was faster than I was, I couldn’t see it downstairs, I heard a noise upstairs, so I ran up there, closing the door to the stairs behind me, it wasn’t up there either, by now I am starting wonder if I am seeing things.

I still can’t find that cat and I haven’t seen it in the street the last few days since, it’s a small cat from about ten doors down from me, I see it most days in the front gardens, but not since!  I am hoping that the noise I heard was the cat jumping back out the bathroom window onto the roof of my bedroom below, I think that is where it came in from and hopefully went back out of.

I can live without using that toilet for a while, I still have a toilet downstairs, so that’s not a problem, it’s just that I could do without the expense at the moment, I am taking the kids away next week, although my Mum and Dad have paid for the caravan, I still need spending money for us all.  I still need a few things in my bedroom too, I don’t have much furniture, what I do have friends and family have donated to me.

At one point on Thursday I was beginning to think why me, why just as I thing I am getting somewhere and moving on, something like this happens to set me back.

Early last year I heard God’s voice say to me that “the seven years of drought will soon be over and trust me that prosperity will come”, just as for the first time in seven years I feel I am really moving on from the past situations, little things like this come against me.

But I put this aside and refuse to be beaten down by it, it’s a setback, yes, but it’s not the end, I will get past it and will continue to trust in God’s promise that prosperity will come.  I have come too far to let a broken toilet and flooded rooms stop me, it’s all cleaned up now, I can get a replacement toilet cheaply through work and someone to fit, all will be fine.

After all the initial feeling of why me, it all seemed to fade away later that evening when my friends were around, I actually found it quite funny and obviously the toilet jokes were plenty.

So I refuse to see this as a setback, it’s just an obstacle, but I will get over it and move on.

But I still can’t find the cat!!!!!

GIVE ME AMAZING GRACE by JACKSON WATERS
I don’t wanna be
Stuck in this misery
I tried my best to make it on my own
But I’m in way too deep
So deep that I can’t sleep
I just wait for the sun to break the dawn

And I’ve given up on myself
I’m giving in to someone else
To wash away the madness
‘Cause you don’t care what’s happened
You don’t even think about the things that I’ve done wrong

So give me a new start
Creating me a new high
And pull me in to your sweet embrace
Gimme amazing grace

Now I wanna sing
And tell about the mystery
Of how someone can love a wretch like me
‘Cause You can make a blind man see
You can change their destiny
Of everyone that comes to you and believes

You’re got to give up on ourselves
And give in to someone else
To wash away the madness
‘Cause you don’t care what’s happened
You don’t even think about the things that I’ve done wrong

So give me a new start
Creating me a new high
And pull me in to your sweet embrace
Gimme amazing grace
Check Out

Giving up on ourselves
Giving in to someone else
To wash away the madness
‘Cause you don’t care what’s happened
You don’t even think about the things that I’ve done wrong

So give me a new start
Creating me a new high
And pull me in to your sweet embrace
Gimme amazing grace
Gimme amazing grace
Gimme amazing grace
Gimme amazing grace

My Reason For Being Late For Church

From my karate training over the years, I have learnt to be punctual, with the senior instructors at karate if you are five minutes early, then you are late.  As an instructor I like to start on time with a full class, it gets a little annoying when people come in late, so I make it a priority to be early, even to the point that I have been known to set my watch five minutes fast, then if I am rushing and glance at my watch I see incorrect time, then if I make it on time, I’m still early.

So yesterday morning I was on team, so as usual I like to be at Church around 9am to get the camera set up before everyone comes in for huddle, I set off from home with my daughter in plenty of time to be there well before huddle at 9.15am.

We got with five minutes of Church when we heard a noise in the undergrowth at the side of the road we were on, when we looked down there was a small deer trapped in the railings to a factory.

Trapped Deer

Trapped Deer

The poor thing was in distress, trying to get free, I’ve never heard a deer squeal before, but I can safely say it’s not pleasant to hear.  I crossed over the small fencing to the side of the pavement and went down to where it was, I tried to open up the bars, but couldn’t.

It was only a young deer, it had got it head and front legs through the bars, it even had the back legs through, but the hips were jammed in the bars.  It tried to wriggle and work itself out, but it couldn’t do it.  The grown was frozen, it was barely over freezing, the bars must have been cold as they had taken fur from the deer’s back where she had reared up against them, there were two patches of raw skin either side of it’s spine.

I rang the RSPCA  (Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) to report the animal, they are responsible for injured animals in the U.K.  They took down all the details and the location, they asked if I was willing to monitor the animal until someone could get there, to which I agreed, there was no way I was leaving the animal until I knew it was safe.  As I made the call a friend from Church came past us, my daughter was getting upset seeing the animal trapped, in pain and squealing, so she went with Jo to Church whilst I waited.

A local named Pete came by whilst walking his dog, he wondered why I was just stood there in the undergrowth of a largely deserted road, I showed him the little deer and he said he would take his dog for it’s walk, then take it home and come back, if no one had arrived he would wait until they did so I could go to Church.

From time to time the deer would try to free itself and would thrash around while squealing, if I spoke to it, telling it to calm down it seemed to respond to my voice and stop, settling down for a while, then it would just look at me and I felt helpless.

I waited about an hour, Pete came back first and stood with me, then Jo came back with a cup of coffee in her hand, I needed that, of all the days to be in shorts and trainers stood in the frozen undergrowth, I was feeling the cold by now, my toes were freezing.

I agreed to leave Pete and we exchanged contact details so I could find out what happened, I walked back to Church with Jo, but then I got a phone call from a guy called Brian from the Lincolnshire Deer Group, he said he was on his way, he was only about ten minutes away, but did state that he had been sent to “despatch” the deer. He stated if it couldn’t be safely freed, he would have to put it down, this I didn’t want, I wanted the deer freed, so I went back and waited with Pete.

Brian arrived and assessed the deer, he had a small jack in his van, he covered the deer’s head and tried to use the jack to open up the bars.  A jack is made to lift cars when there is a flat tire, it wasn’t suited to the bars, but he made it work, the bars slowly opened, then he reached down and lifted the small deer’s back end up and out the bars, no sooner had it’s back legs hit the ground, it lifted itself up and bolted off over the road heading for the open fields from which it had come.

Brian felt that it should be okay now, if there was any serious injury it would have collapsed there in front of us.  The fur patches on it’s back will grow back, maybe not until it’s shed it winter coat, but probably with the new summer coat.  Now it was up to nature to look after this little deer, we had done all we could for it.

By the time I got to Church the service had started, someone had set up the camera for me and I took over after I had cleaned up.  I’ve never been late for Church before, but I was happy being late for this reason.

I am sure there is some reason why it was me who found this deer yesterday morning, there is some lesson I am to learn from it.  I could have walked on by, it wasn’t my problem, I could have made the call to the RSPCA and then left, but I felt the need to wait until I knew it was being looked after and not left alone, after all it was a tiny animal in a helpless situation, it needed my help.

This animal is as much a part of creation as I am, I wasn’t meant to cross over to the other side of the road, to just pass on by, but if I can stop and help to save a small deer, am I willing to stop and help other people when they are trapped and helpless, just like someone helped me.

CREATION’S CALL by SOMETHING LIKE SILAS
All my voice
All my heart
Couldn’t capture the beauty of his art
Perfect Holiness

All the Glory
All the Light
Flows from his omnipotent might
Let the heavens sing

From hill to vale
They come
With shouts of joy
Sweeping over the earth
From distant shores
They cry
Like breaking waves
The unrestricted praise

All the silence
All the dark
Could not describe the mystery of his work
From age to age
I stand on this trembling earth
To feel his eternal worth
And with my hands I raise my all
To join creation’s call

From hill to vale
They come
With shouts of joy
Sweeping over the earth
From distant shores
They cry
Like breaking waves
The unrestricted praise

It Made My Blood Boil

It’s a strange to watch the TV at the moment, everything is dominated by this countries decision to leave the EU. Personally I leaned to the remain side, but having said that I never felt fully informed by ever side what the actual ramifications where for staying or going, I really didn’t know what was best for the country either way. It seemed to me though that much of the argument for the leave side was the immigration issue, that to me seemed the card they pulled out when the arguments got to hard to form.

I’ve just watched a news item where one of our Members of Parliament was discussing the decision, she was firmly on the remain in the EU camp, but she mentioned that around the country she was hearing talk that really hadn’t been heard since the seventies, the racist discussions escalated the more the EU discussion intensified over the last few weeks, she had noticed this and indeed I witnessed it first hand at work on Wednesday, it made my blood boil.

It’s no secret that over the last few years the UK has seen a lot of immigration from the former Communists states as one by one their countries joined the EU and the became eligible to come over here. This has caused resentment in the UK, that’s no secret, but many of these people are hard working individuals just wanting a better life for their families.

My surname is Maliszewski, it’s of Polish origin. My Grandfather was born in Warsaw, Poland, during the Second World War, his family were evicted from their home by the Nazis, they spent time in the Ghettos and Concentration Camps, until they were liberated. My Grandfather had two older brothers and an older sister. When the Russians took control of Poland after liberation, his two brothers were put onto the back of a truck by the Red Army and never heard from again. My Grandfather’s sister arranged for him to escape the country and come over here to England.

He settle just outside of Mansfield. Initially he tried to lie about his age to join the army and fight in what remained of the war, but he didn’t get away with it. He then got a job in Blidworth Coal Mine, until his death in 1982. My Dad says from the day he got here he lived his life as an Englishman, he never spoke Polish, none of my Dad’s siblings know any polish, he only ever spoke English. Dad says he never spoke much about the war, but if there was something on the TV about the holocaust, he just couldn’t hold back the tears, it affected him badly, I guess he had seen enough first hand.

I am proud to be English and British too, but I am proud of my name, I am proud of it’s heritage, I wish I hadn’t been so young when my Grandfather passed away, I was just eight, I didn’t really know him as well as I should, but I just remember he was always happy, always, so I wear his family name with pride.

So at work on Wednesday morning, the talk in the shop got to voting for the EU referendum, I stayed out of the conversation, but I could hear it going on between two of my colleagues, one of them was taking control of the conversation and was forcing her opinions, she got more heated and heated and actually in the end it was only her really talking, I think the others had switched off, it was now a rant rather than a discussion. Increasingly the issue of immigration was being pushed and that this country needed to control the issue. Then she said this….

“I don’t know why we let countries like Slovakia and other like it in this country, they are all horrible people!”

At that point I snapped, I wasn’t taking that, I was shaking and so, so angry, I responded with…

“So all of us that are descended from immigrants, we’re all fucking horrible people too are we!!!”

Apologies for swearing, but I was fuming, this was outright racism and my ancestry was being attacked and I wasn’t standing for it. After all the bible says this….

The good person out of the good treasury of his heart produces good, and the evil person out of his evil treasury produces evil, for his mouth speaks from what fills his heart. -Luke 6:45

Needless to say the conversation stopped immediately. Others then tried to say they had immigrant descendants too, but none were of the East European, ex Communist regime countries like mine. We never spoke all day, I was shaking, for a while after, I felt like walking out, but I sucked it in and carried on working. I spoke with one of the guys, to explain why I had responded the way I had, that I thought it was out of order and damn right racist to the core. Yesterday, I got on with it, I have spoke to her in a civil tone since and got on with working together, I am bigger than holding grudges and I don’t like confrontation or animosity, I would rather let what had been said be said and get on with things.

But as I watch the decision by this country play out on TV today, I think this racist attitude has been stirred up by the vote out politicians and activists.

What ever the decision today, the country has decided and that is that, we live by that now, I just hope it has been made fully for the right reasons.

I have calmed down a bit now, I’m currently in a hotel room in Crawley, chilling out before a competition tomorrow, oh wait, I retired three years ago, oh hang on I started competing again last year, so National Championships number 32 here we go.

EARTH LIKE HEAVEN by JONATHAN & MELISSA HELSER
The dust that we were made of
Is calling us to free them
The earth that we were pulled from
Is crying, “liberate us!”

The dust that we were made of
Is calling us to free them
The earth that we were pulled from
Is crying, “liberate us!”

We won’t be satisfied
‘Till the earth looks just like heaven

We won’t be satisfied
‘Till the earth looks just like heaven

Like the waters cover the sea
Let the earth be filled with Your glory
‘Till the prayers You prayed become reality
And the earth looks just like heaven

We won’t be satisfied
‘Till the earth looks just like heaven
And the prayers You prayed become reality
And the earth looks just like heaven

Wake up you sons and daughters
You were made for so much more
Wake up you sons and daughters
Start singing, creation’s waiting

Your kingdom come, Your will be done
‘Till the earth looks just like heaven
Your kingdom come, Your will be done
‘Till the earth looks just like heaven

Wake up you sons and daughters
You were made for so much more
Wake up you sons and daughters
Start singing, creation’s waiting

She’s not dead, she’s just sleeping
She is waking us
She’s not dead, she’s just sleeping
She is waking us
She’s not dead, she’s just sleeping
She is waking us

She’s not dead, she’s just sleeping
She is waking, waking, waking, oh!

Like the waters cover the sea
Let the earth be filled with Your glory
‘Till the prayers You prayed become reality
And the earth looks just like heaven

My Christmas Internet Shopping Disaster

It’s safe to say that as December approached I wasn’t really in a good place, just ask my friends at my Connect Group, I couldn’t really explain what the issue was, it was just an amalgamation of a number of things. The last few years I’ve struggle at Christmas, it just seems there are too many bad memories that I dislike about myself and too many good memories that I long for once more. I know I was locked in my own mind and I was struggling to get out, my poems reflected this from time to time, none more so than The Cave.

By the time I got into December things hadn’t really improved, but my birthday did bring some relief, it was probably the best birthday I’ve had in many years. The next day for a brief period a big cloud that loomed large over Christmas was lifted, the money I was owed by the Architects came through. This was a big deal for me, it was money that was owed from the beginning of the year onwards, it was difference between my kids having the Christmas presents I wanted to give them and us just scraping through Christmas once again.

But then later that evening the clouds came back, I received a phone call from my Dad, his younger brother had finally lost his battle with lung cancer. Just before Christmas last year he had surgery to remove part of his lung, they also found the cancer had spread to his ribs, so they removed a number of them too. Earlier this year they found they hadn’t stopped it and gave Andy a year to live. Unfortunately he never made it that far.

A couple of nights later I dropped in to see my Dad on the way home from work, he said he was okay, but deep down he was struggling, he kept calling me Andy, he did it a number of times until he realised what he was saying. Andy had accepted his fate, he had prepared for everything, all my Aunty Sue had to do was register the death and arrange a date.

Andy’s cremation took place on Wednesday 23rd, just two days before Christmas, which was hard, but the family wanted to bring closure before Christmas and not have it hanging over them during that period, I think Andy would have wanted it that way.

The Online Nightmare

So with two weeks to go before Christmas, the money in my account I went onto the Internet to order presents. I logged on to the Argos website, chose what I wanted, arranged to collect in store and tried to pay for everything, then it all started to go wrong.

Firstly my bank got in the way, they stopped the payment, flagging it as fraudulent, so I responded to their security procedures and tried again, same problem! So this time I called the bank, they said it now wasn’t them, but Visa who were now stopping the payment, they sorted that for me and I tried again.

I should have by this point, just arrange to pay in store, but I persevered, this time though something was not right, after confirming payment details and my security details, nothing seemed to happen, the web page just returned to the home page and there was no order confirmation, something was not right, I tried again, same problem, so I called the bank again.

This time they said they weren’t stopping it, but as I was on the phone to them the transaction flagged up on their system and the money was reserved for Argos in my account, they gave me the authorisation details and suggested I speak with Argos, but at that time of night there was no one available to speak with.

So next morning at work I called Argos, no one could find my order, to be honest they didn’t seem that helpful in getting to the bottom of it all, I spoke to a guy who promised he would fax my bank and ask them to release the funds back into my account as they would not be collecting it, it he blamed their website timing out!

Later in the day I dropped into the bank to see I f they money had been released back into my account, it hadn’t and the woman there was totally unhelpful, it wasn’t a small amount to me, in total it was over £1000 that was tied up in my account, she suggested they give me a temporary overdraft, which she then said I would be charged for! Hang on a minute this isn’t my fault and I’m not paying for it, if they hadn’t blocked the transaction this probably wouldn’t have happened, I wasn’t happy when I left the bank, until I got that money back, Christmas was on hold!

I rang the bank when I got home and after about three phone calls and numerous different people, I finally got through to someone who made sense and could explain the situation. He explained the money was held for Argos and if they didn’t claim it, it would be back in my account sometime on Monday, as it was now Friday, that wasn’t that bad, why couldn’t the woman in the bank explain this? He in the end put £50 into my account as a gesture of goodwill from the bank. He did say if they received the fax from Argos they would release the money immediately, but as yet there was no fax.

Later that evening I checked if the money had gone back in, it hadn’t, so I called Argos to see what was happening. Once more I was passed from pillar to post, finally I got through to someone who seemed to be interested in sorting the problem. She agreed that I could called her on Monday when the money was back in my account, she would put the order in for me with discount and free delivery, I couldn’t argue with that, now I just had to wait for the money to be released back into my account.

I checked numerous times over the course of Monday, the money finally came back into my account about 9pm, too late to call Argos, so the next morning at work I tried!

I couldn’t get through to the woman I spoke with Friday and once again no one seemed interested, I was passed around the phone system and not one person would help me out, so after losing my temper and swearing at the guy on the phone I hung up, livid.

As Argos weren’t bothered, I decided to try Amazon, I logged on and ordered the same items and proceeded with the order. I thought it odd that the website hadn’t taken any security details for my card, but appeared to proceed the order. Then later that afternoon I got an email saying they couldn’t process the order, they needed further security details, until then my order was on hold, I emailed back saying to cancel the order and decided to give Argos one more try.

After getting passed around once more, finally someone took my order with the discounts promised, everything was now sorted. Then later that evening, there was just one more thing I needed to order from the Internet, but once more the payment failed, here we go again, I called the bank to find I was overdrawn by over £300, no way! It then transpired that both Argos and Amazon had had their payments accepted and reserved in my account which technically left me overdrawn. I was mad because I couldn’t see how Amazon could do this with no security information, surely this was wrong, unethical and possibly illegal, how wonderful the banking system is that it allows for this loop hole, technically the money does leave the account until they claim, so once more if I got Amazon to fax the bank it would be released immediately, otherwise it would return into my account in three days, which would be Friday, one week before Christmas.

Next day when I got to work, there was an email saying my Amazon order had been dispatched, what? The order that had been cancelled, the one they couldn’t confirm the payment details, the one that required security details was now on its way and would be delivered later that day. The last thing I wanted was two of everything and no money, so I contacted Amazon and cancelled everything, which they did, but they wouldn’t contact my bank and wouldn’t explain how they could process the order without my full banking security information, surely this wasn’t right!

As the day progressed there was no sign of my Argos order, so at the end of the day I called them, only to find that they had cancelled the order because they couldn’t confirm my security details, they said they tried to call me, but at work I certainly don’t answer calls on my mobile with 0845 numbers I don’t recognise, so they cancelled the order without informing my. So I had gone from believing in the morning that I had two orders on the way and no money, to now having no orders and no money.

So I called Amazon, surely if they have that money, they can reinstate the order, no such look, not even interested, they wouldn’t contact my bank and wouldn’t do anything with the order, they said their complaints department would contact me within 48 hours, yet at the point of writing this they never bothered. To say I was livid was an understatement, I was back beneath the dark cloud which was my dread of Christmas, for the first time in years I thought I could get things right and now everything was going horribly wrong. All I could do now was wait for the money to drop bank into my account and then hope I could still get everything in time for Christmas.

By Friday afternoon the first payment had dropped back into my account and the by the end of the evening the other one was back too. In a small town like Newark, there aren’t many shopping options, I don’t drive and I was working Saturday morning, so going elsewhere wasn’t possible either, so I gave in and went back to the Argos website, reordered everything and arrange to collect and pay in store, not going through this Internet payment nightmare again. So Saturday afternoon I finally collected everything, all the money was back in my bank and things seemed to pick up. The other item I wanted I was too late to order, so I managed to pick up an alternative from town, everything was back in place.

So far I haven’t pursued either complaint with Argos or Amazon for their performance or treatment. I decided for my own peace just to order the goods from Argos and leave it at that. I’m still undecided whether to contact both parties or just leave it, I think I will just leave it, move on now, but I certainly won’t be ordering anything over the Internet with either of them ever again.

In the end my Christmas was the best I have had in years, members of my Connect Group made it so much better, one couple give me a gift that was unbelievable and another family insisted I join them Christmas Day, rather than be alone at home, I had a great time with them, it made my Christmas.

I’ve been wanting to write this rant since all this kicked off, but managed to resist, I think it would have been pretty angst ridden and I didn’t want this blog to be used for such purposes, but now I write just to bring closure to the situation and hope that as the New Year approaches all the darkness that led up to Christmas is a thing of the past and the New Year is going to bring some amazing things, not just for me, but for everyone.

I hope and pray also that everyone had a great Christmas and the New Year is an amazing one.

I am going to post this song today, normally I used Christian songs or songs of encouragement, this one though is the one my Uncle Andy chose to be played at his service, I thought I would share it.

MANY RIVERS TO CROSS by UB40
Many rivers to cross
But I can’t seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost as I travel along
The white cliffs of Dover
Many rivers to cross and it’s only my will
That keeps me alive
I’ve been licked, washed up for years and,
I merely survive because of my pride.

And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
It’s such a drag to be on your own
My woman left and she didn’t say why
Well I guess, I gotta try.
Many rivers to cross but where to begin,
I’m playing for time
There’ll be times when I find myself thinking
Of committing some dreadful crime.

I’ve got many rivers to cross
But I can’t seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost as I travel along
The white cliffs of Dover
Many rivers to cross and it’s only my will
That keeps me alive
I’ve been licked, washed up for years and,
I merely survive because of my pride.

So Here Starts SoberDay 1200

So here it is, SoberDay 1200, hard to believe that I’m still walking, by the Grace of God.

I thank everyone who has walked with me this far on the journey, it’s only the beginning.

I Will

I will walk
And with every step
Break the chains that hold me

I will run
And break through the walls
That have kept me captive

No longer will I be held prisoner by fear
Because He inside is stronger
Stronger than I could ever be

2 Corinthians 3:17

2 Corinthians 3:17

NO LONGER SLAVES by JONATHAN DAVID & MELISSA HESLER
You unravel me, with a melody
You surround me with a song
Of deliverance, from my enemies
Till all my fears are gone

I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God

From my mothers womb
You have chosen me
Love has called my name
I’ve been born again, into your family
Your blood flows through my veins

I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God

I am surrounded
By the arms of the father
I am surrounded
By songs of deliverance

We’ve been liberated
From our bondage
We’re the sons and the daughters
Let us sing our freedom

You split the sea
So I could walk right through it
All my fears were drowned in perfect love
You rescued me
So I could stand and sing
I am child of God…