Tuesday 30^th June 2015

Slept a long time last night, got over five hours in.

The dreams were all about problems with the moving abode – at least I think they were – because they were fresh in me mind when I sprang awake at 0400hrs and lay pondering on how to solve them for ages – no solutions came though.

Having no transport is a bind – failing to order the freezer and cooker yesterday and the wasted half-day trying to, was a blow that sent me into a low. Oh, poetry!

Today is launderette day – I am hoping that BJ can let me go with him to Asda and I can get some pans, mop and bucket and maybe a television? Then I’ll ask him if and when he can help further by lifting them and the other stuff I have ready to use in the new flat up to Woodthorpe Court.

I must ring Steve later, to find out about the Virgin internet set-up and the decorating situation. Got to wait for the paint to arrive at the flat first – which means me being there to accept it – so much confusion, so many things to tackle and so many things Medical appointments, repair men from the City Homes Council and the toilet is unusable until they sort it out in the new flat things to remember or forget worry me a bit.

First time I’ve moved from a house. Nervous and panicky is how I see myself at the moment. Being on my own without transport isn’t helping.

I think it’s amazing how some folk cope with their moves.

The heating is storage heaters in the flat – they confuse me as well.

Started this diary and made a cuppa. Took me medications. (Missing these in me confused state is another worry – Tsk!

Took some rubbish out to the bin and made a list of items I might (If BJ can help me out – Again!) be able to get from Asda for the new flat.

I feel a bit guilty asking BJ for help all the time – summat else to get me down. I think he might get pissed off with me soon.

And I’ll probably have two poll-taxes to pay until I sell the house… oh, the mind races leaving me brain behind!

Got the washing ready and had a wash and brush-up before setting off for the launderette.

Nice warm morning, no yobs about and me cancer wound was a lot better.

Good stuff methought!

Got to the launderette and Mandy was on duty

Had a chin-wag and laugh like.

BJ arrived and i asked him if he could take me with him to Asda so I could get some stuff for the new flat and take it up there.

He said he hasn’t much time but he would. I feel terrible putting on him for help like this.

A man from City Homes rang, he wanted to get into the flat to replace the damaged glass on the kitchen window. I said we should be there around 1215hrs.

BJ ran us to Asda where I spent a bit getting needed accessories for the flat.

Brushes, cutlery, kettle, towels, mugs, drainage rack for the sink, bottles of mineral water in case the brown water was still coming out of the cold water taps Tsk!

Getting on now and BJ had no tie to help me into the flat with them bless him, he got me into the lift with the bags and had to shoot off. I thanked him as he disappeared from view.

Up to the 12th floor and somehow struggled out of the lift and got the stuff into the flat.

I took some photographs of the flat.

Then the phone on the wall rang – glad to say it is pretty loud and it was the maintenance men come to do the window.

I sneaked a shot of the from behind showing the marvellous view from the window.

They had it done in a few minutes ad left me a little pile of rubbish to clear up, bless them.

I took a photographicalation fro the balcony, sticking the camera between the mesh netting to get a clear shot.

This cheered me up a bit – until I went into the bathroom and saw the Do Not Use sign still on the toilet seat.

Brown water was still coming out of the cold tap I’m afraid to say.

I stuck some air-freshers I got from Asda in each room.

There was a pile of letters for the previous occupant lady.

I thought I’d go see if I could fins any of the staff to ask what to do with them so took them with me to the lift.

As I left the flat, there are two other flat doorways in a recess and I saw my neighbour and had a chat with her, about my age and very pretty she was.

As I got in the main 12th floor area near the lifts I popped in to see the rubbish chute and broke up some cardboard to see if it went down alright – I must ask someone about if there is a recycle one to use.

A grand chap name of Norman came to me as I got in the lift. He said they keep changing people to other flats near him and didn’t sound to happy about it for some reason?

I got down and called at the community cabin thing and found a woman there and asked her about the letters, she said just bring them here. So I gave the to her. She didn’t know about the waste chute, as she was standing in for someone on holiday.

I walked down into Sherwood and got some stuff from Wilkinson’s. Tin openers and pans for the cooker if ever I manage to get one like.

As I started to walk down Winchester Street, I spotted these flowers that seemed to have turned to face me.

Walked back to the hovel (Further than I thought) got in and put the kettle on and I got a call from another maintenance guy who said he wanted to take a look at the water problems in me bathroom. Well, I was meeting Steve from UK tomorrow, he’s coming at 1200hrs so he can take some of me bags ready filled with stuff to use at the new place to it. He’s also got someone to help me with getting stuff sorted that I need. Great encouragement that!

Finished me post about the City Homes folder and started to finish this diary. I cheered up a bit, then saw the yobs lurking up and down the street again.

Had me nosh.

Mild Chilli-con-carne, sausages, roast potatoes and cooked beetroot with bread thins.

Followed by a mini cake and a pot of mandarins in jelly.

Rated it 8.2/10.

Very nice.

Then I faded!