Mon 13 July 2015: Inchcock Today: No hot water – INR blood-test – Prescriptions – Moved some stuff from old place – Bus ride to Arnold to get what I couldn’t get cause they had none in!

cropped-main3.jpgMonday 13 July 2015

DraughtsUp at 0110hrs: At least I got some sleep in.

Not so cold this morning, but I could feel the draughts coming in via the corner in the kitchen when I got up – Brrr!

Cleared me sleeping togs and made a cup of tea. No hot water again.

Mind racing again trying to remember what I had to do, INR blood tests at the GP surgery, visit from City Homes 1300hrs. Must try to get some bits from the old place and call at the chemists to see about prescriptions.

Had to stop missen taking me medications too early – must remember to take them later though.

Laptop on and finished off yesterdays diary.

DuSepiaDid a bit of Facebooking, then did some graphicationalisationing on Coreldraw x7 and Corelpaint. Thought this one of Duncan came out good.

I was pleased with the outcome for once.

It was from a photo I took of him yesterday and I tried to make it look aged and sepia like.

Another cuppa (I must cut back on these) and took me medications around 0500hrs.

Got in a bit of a pickle when saving some of the worked on photo’s – as I’d saved them in CPT (Corel PhotoPaint) format and of course they were not acceptable for loading on here. Had to reload and save them again in the other programme in Jpeg.

Got a letter for the previous tenant Margaret and on me way out for a walk to the GP surgery fer me INR tests I dropped it off to my heroine Deana at the community shed, and mentioned me email I’d sent about no hot water. She’s going see if they can have a decker at it.

Walked to the end of Chestnut Way and down to the bottom of Winchester Street and along Mansfield Road into Carrington to the surgery, 24 minutes.

Several infamous Nottingham Pavement Cyclists en-route. Tsk… gits!

Got in the surgery and the nurse called me in after ten minutes or so. I like this nurse, she’s patient with us old fogies. She had a look at the healing skin cancer wound for me – all looking good. Then she checked appointments –  apart from the INR tests that will come in, no appointments at the moment until the 27th July.

Then she checked that I had changed me address on the computer and it was in alright – but the INR test results from the hospital keep getting sent to the old address.

Took me blood samples and showed concern over me bruising on the wrist still not clearing – but said this happens when your INR level is too high – which I didn’t know for sure cause I wasn’t getting the results and doses through the post.

DSCF0107I thanked her and set off a a little walk to the chemists. Where me nonthly prescription were ready to be picked up.

Then nervously made me way, keeping to the middle of the road and avoiding any of the alleyways I made me way to the old flea-pit.

I couldn’t help but be so glad I’ve moved when I saw the view of the road when I DSCF0104turned the corner into it.

Although there was nobody around, I could hear the music blasting away from the house opposite.

At least it had not been broken into in me absence.

I had a good hunt around and found some paperwork I might need and be of use for Glendora if she comes on Wednesday. Then had a hunt round and got some bits, books, pliers, socks and sundry I would need, but the two bags along with the stack of medications limited how much I could carry back to the flat. Still, a bit of progress of sorts achieved?

 Got me bus-pass, locked-up and struggled to the bus-stop with me two bags. Dropped off in Sherwood, and went in the Dentist to alter me address there. The receptionist there was an Obergruppenfurher type as well. I came out a bag of nerves! Hehe!

Then a bit of luck for once – I was going to walk down and up the Winchester Street Hill back to the flats – but I checked at the bus-stop and an N9 inbound bus was due in 1 minute! Great! Especially as it was beginning to rain a bit.

Got off outside the block and made me way up to the flat -saw nobody on the way, which surprised me a tad as there are 200 flats in the block, and 146 of them are doubles.

Got in and put me bags in front room for sorting later, made a cuppa, WC’d for the fifth time today. Put the medications on the window ledge in the kitchen. And got the laptop on.

Put the JR radio station on the internet and listened to some Jazz ballads while doing this diary.

I actually heard a noise, and i was in he kitchen with the door closed -It was the Mail being delivered. Five for Margaret the previous tenant and one for me – from Nottingham City Homes informing me they were coming to change the flat door lock to a Suited Lock on 16th July twixt 1230 and 1630hrs. The idea being that when I pop me clogs or lay bleeding to death like, they (The City Homes folk) can get into the flat, cause they will have keys.

Added this appointment to the others on me Google diary.

Awaiting Deana (I think she said she was calling around 1300hrs – but…) and Iceland delivery. If both happen in time, I’d like to catch the bus into Arnold and back. See if I can get any bargains at the Fulton food store.

Still waiting for either or both…

IMG_0068It’s trying to rain again, overcast.

Still waiting for either or both…

Didn’t fancy going out on the balcony today – the rain made it look a bit slippery to me!

Still waiting for either or both…

Iceland arrived and I put away the nosh post haste and go missen ready to go on the Outbound L9 bus (Bless that free bus-pass) at 36 minutes past the hour that arrives in Arnold at 11 minutes past the hour, this gives me 19 minutes to do me shopping and catch the 30 minutes past the hour (Same bus on way back) into the flats. I think I’ve got it worked out right.

I only wanted three things and thought I’d get them all at Fultons Foods. Lemons, lamb shanks and microwave sausages.

Got into Arnold, nipped through onto Front Street and came out opposite Fultons.

They had none of any of em in stock! So I got some blackcurrant ice-cream lollies instead.

So I legged it back to the bus stop the other side of where I dropped off and caught the bus, it was three minutes early – luckily I was too!

DSCF0110If I’d missed it, there were no more direct buses and I’d have had to bus to town, bus out to Sherwood and have that long drag walking up the hill to the flats. Hey-ho.

It was drizzly and getting dark as I dropped off at the flats.

The driver saying “That was nippy shopping fella!”.

DSCF0112Made me nosh, chips in t’oven, peas and sausages I had left in fridge in microwave fifteen minutes later, and sliced a tomato – had some bread thins with it – I had them delivered earlier from Iceland along with some vinegar at last to have wi me chips.

I need not have worried about the oven smoking and setting off the smoke alarm – none at all – BUT! the microwave poured smoke out when I opened it – scared me to death in case it set it off. Opened the window shut the door and wafted away – pity cause that made the meal less than warm enough once I got to eating it! Tsk!

The chips were okay, the sausages fine, the garden peas nice but not very hot – but the Polish tomato was bitter as heck! Had an apple, me medications and an iced lolly afterwards.

No message from Deana – so I assume I got the day wrong for her calling.

Still no hot water. I struggled having to boil

kettle fer a wash and shave earlier. However the immersion water heater lit up this time and I left it on for an hour – costs a lot to use those do.

Long day.

Sun 12 July 2015: Vicious draughts and the Perspicacious Visitation from Duncan

DraughtsSunday 12th July 2015

Up at 0415hrs. Reckon I got a good six hours kip in or thereabouts.

Nippy this morning – Brrr!

I stood a moment looking out of the kitchen window and felt severe draughts coming from the corner.

I felt around and located where they were coming from – no wonder I can’t get rid of me cold is it?

Took me quilt and throw from the kitchen into the bedroom and made a cuppa, got this laptop on and took a photo of where the draughts are coming from mainly. Including out from the draw and cupboard. Doctored it with arrows indicating the worst of the draughts this morning in Coreldraw X7.

Bits of memories of dreams I’d had come to me and I wrote them down:

Vaguely recall long queues at an ice-cream stall on a beach, people wearing rain coats hats and had umbrellas but it didn’t seem cold and wasn’t raining… I was not in the queue but hid in some sand dunes with some binoculars and a giant flask of tea, each time I poured a cup I fell into it?

WC’d, little Inch bleeding again, and the haemorrhoids joined in. If the wrist bruising doesn’t get any better, I’ll mention to the nurse at me INR blood tests tomorrow. Huh!

Made a cuppa and took me medications.

Still early so I did some Facebooking and checked and replied to me emails.

Did some graphicalisationing on Coreldraw X7 – getting used to it now – it’s the Serif Draw X6 I can’t get me head around.

Although the hot water wasn’t really hot enough to run a bath – I did. Had a quick shave (Yes, I cut missen again, under the chin this time fer a change like). Used me new non-slip mat – bit messy getting it fitted each time to use it and it really is not big enough, but there you go – hey-ho!

As I lay there for a few minutes, aghast at how me body was deteriorating like, I espied many paint splashes on the bath taps and sink from where I was – I counted them bit gave up at 100.

When I got out and started to cut me toe nails with great difficulty and pain, I spotted that painter had also spotted the wall heater  pedestal toilet and all the accoutrements with paint as well.

I miss Paul the painter yer know – but his memory will linger on for years… or as long as I last like. Hehehe!

Cleaned up the bathroom, got me togs on and made another cuppa, back on this laptop to update while I wait for Dunc’s arrival.

It’s still cold here this morning – I can see the trees a-swaying violently outside.

Did  graphic for Mike Steeden to use – involving Claret and the drinking of it!

Went down to meet Duncan and he arrived a few minutes later.

DSCF0089Went to greet him in the car park on the front. We got the chair out and up and ensconced in the flat in no time.

Dunc’ showed me how to sit in it the chair without falling out of it. Hehehe!

Gave him a chance to say his fond farewells to it like. Haha!

We had a jolly good chin-wag that I enjoyed immensely.

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Duncan here as he peruses the state of the place for me… good egg he is yer know!

Dunc’ brought me some seed and meal-worms for me pigeons, curried beans, Marmite crisps… I thought it was Christmas! Very decent of the man, and a decent man he is too!

After much talking and nattering, Dunc took a photographicalisation of me as I couldn’t resist trying the swivel chair he had kindly donated to me.

DSCF0094Duncan took a photograph of me as we were on the windy balcony, trying to escape it seems?

I managed a weak smile as I clung onto the bird repellent meshing.

But by Jimminee cricket it were so windy and cold out there.

We soon returned back inside – Brrr! 

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A swarve Inchy has his first trial run in his new swivel chair, tended over by Duncan acting as his Carer. Hehe!

I tried to look casual in the photo, yer know relaxed, cool, at ease – so I battled to get me legs crossed and put on a convincing ‘I’m in no pain’ expression as I showed-off in me new chair ta Dunc had brought all the way from Birmingham just for me.

Dunc had to help me uncross me legs afterwards like – oh the pain! Hehehe.

Much laughter stories and anecdotes later, when it was time for Dunc to travel back to Birmingham, I thanked him for his kindness and support and then: CityRain!!!

Not me this time – Duncan!

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Thank heavens the keys were there!

Could he find his car keys – No!

We got down to his car, where he thought they may still be in the ignition. Thank heavens they were there!

Thus proving that Dunc and I have a natural affinity! (If that’s the right word?)

I’m not saying what it is… as if I needed to?

Waved Dunc the Lad off. Sadly.

Decided I was hungry enough to have a decent nosh today when I got back inside the flat.

DSCF0099So, updated this diary and then got me lamb and veg nosh with added roast parsnips and some of Duncan’s curried beans wot he’s brought me prepared for demolishing.

Tiredness and weariness suddenly overcame me, I could do nothing but savour the taste of the nosh and relish the memories of Duncan’s visit.

Took me medications, and got me head down – but I kept waking up every few minutes it seemed for some reason?

Gave up at 0120hrs and rose made a cuppa and updated this diary.

So weary and tired, but content despite worrying about all the things that needed doing that weren’t getting done.

Cheers folks.