Friday 22nd May 2015
Disturbed night, couldn’t get rid of the feeling that I would not get the flat at Spencer Court’
Got up and did some sorting.
BJ rang, he’s calling later twixt 1100 > 1130hrs.
On laptop, email from Spencer Court, the board have rejected my application for a flat.
Now at my lowest ebb.
Decided to go and see the Council to restate my interest in independent living flats again and find out me password.
Still pressing on with sorting and cleaning while waiting for BJ to arrive.
1235hrs, no BJ. Rang him no answer, hope he’s alright.
If BJ arrives I’ll go to see if I can get a paper-shredder, hoover and laptop delivered, with someone setting up the laptop for me. This one keeps loosing vision and or freezing.
1245hrs and no BJ yet. Hope he’s alright. Rang him no reply. Tried again later same. Then he phoned back, he’ll be about half an hour.
Not feeling so bad about losing the flat now – not good in any way mind – but determined to try at the Council again, it’s just that they only have one complex nearby to the GP surgery, so any I might get will involve me moving doctor as well, no good that.
Now I’ve reminded missen about that I feel worse again! Tsk!
BJ arrived eventually. After a chin-wag he loaded the five bags into his car and lifted me to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop with them.
I spotted a Commemorative decorated Plate on sale of the Royal Visit to Canada in 1939. Took this photo so I could post it here and on the TFZ site.
BJ went home and I caught the bus outside the hop into town.
Went in PC World and spent a fortune, having me items delivered Sat or Sunday.
Went over to Tesco and got some bread, new potatoes, pod peas, pork loin and cream cake.
I explained about things and got a new contact code so I can start searching for what they call Independent Living accommodation (Warden aided flats) again on the Web. Must keep trying eh?
I got up Queen Street and caught a bus back to Carrington.
Got some bread thins from the Co-op when I dropped off the bus, through the twitchell and back to the depressing dump deemed home.
Prepared my nosh: Pod peas, bread thins, Cox’s apple, new potatoes, tomatoes, liver pate and pork pie.
Fit for a King I thought, made a cuppa and consumed it with pleasure.
Finished this Diary.
A testing day of disastrous news.
Coping is the best I hope for – so be it! Tsk!
Huh… cramp in me fingers now.