Friday 7th August 2015
0405hrs: Woke, WC’d and got the laptop and kettle on.
Mused over me dreams: I’d got the old place sorted and sold… I was so glad and happy to be able to concentrate on the flat and had a load of people visit me, and they all wanted vegetarian sausages to eat?
Then I was at a football match and ran on the pitch, tackled Wayne Rooney and served him with a writ for knocking off a £2000 a time prostitute and being rude and crude in public?
I was glad the cramps again had not been too bad last night – but still intend to get some magnesium tablets today from Holland & Barrett’s.
Spent ages finishing yesterdays Diary and doing graphics.
Had a wash shave and spruced missen up. The angina was a bit rough with me, the haemorrhoids bleeding but otherwise not too bad at all.
Got me bag with Sister Jane and brother-in-law Pete’s nibbles, letters delivered for Margaret the previous tenant to hand in at the community shed, and the paperwork I needed for Steve of Age UK when I meet him later at the old dump and cash and bus-pass.
Off to the shed and handed in the letters to the Obergruppenfurher.
To the bus stop and had a nice chat with some of the other residents.
Dropped off the bus in town and had an amble to Holland and Barrett’s to view the Magnesium on offer. They had sprays, creams and tablets.
Being as the tablets of 100 one-a-day pills were on offer, buy two get the second for a penny… I did.
Walked to Pete’s bus-stop and met him. We had a little natter and worked out where we needed to visit.
I wanted to buy a battery operated radio for the bathroom with preselect channels and a clock to replace the one I dropped and broke – and Pete needed to go to the Asian shop for some cheesey seaweed, and Wilkinson’s for some bits.
We went around several shops looking for a radio but the cheapest we could find was £49.99, so I decided against it.
We went into Wilkinson’s Pete got his bits and I got a £3 alarm clock, same model as the one I broke.
Then we plodded to the Asian shop and i joined Pete in getting a pack of the cheesey seaweed fer missen.
Walked into the City Centre to have a look to see if any of the charity shops had a battery radio for sale – they didn’t.
The plonker on the bike across the road was one of the most dangerous gits of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists I’ve ever come across, he was on his phone as he drove along the pavement and actually hit one woman and just carried on! Tsk Nasty Ignorant Swine!
Left Pete at his bus-stop after our second failed search to find a radio had concluded.
Hobbled up to Parliament Street, buying a salad cob on the way to the bus-stop.
Got off in Carrington and nervously made me way to the old house. Where I overdid it with the lifting and sorting. Made up four large bags of stuff for the flat. Then managed to carry some furniture out to the bins for the looters to take later. Then put weed-killer on the garden weeds, and there were many there.
I was lucky enough to find a part-used tube of Betmethasone corticosteroid cream and put that in me bag to treat ‘Little Inchy with in the morning if he’s been bleeding again.
Utterly fatigued and me back was playing something rotten by the time Steve arrived at the house.
He rang BT for me to cancel me phone and Internet – found there would be a £42 charge for leaving them. And we had to ring them back on the 18th to confirm our decision?
Then he rang British Gas (You know them… the French company!) They informed us there would be a £30 fee, one months payment costs and 59p a day charge until we informed them the house had been sold???
I was losing heart by then.
Steve and I went upstairs which started me arthritis off to join Anne Gyna and me bad back. Feeling pretty weary and unwell by now. Steve brought some stuff down and then lifted me and two of the bags back to the flat, bless him.
I was so some pleased things had got done for once, but not pleased with state of health at all.
He came in with me and reclaimed his blow-up mattress that he’d lent me.
After he went I did feel a bit poorly, but forced missen to eat the cob with a cuppa. Didn’t feel hungry enough to bother making a meal – so drained.
Did this diary and then had to sort out me medication pots to make sure the old and new ones had some magnesium tablets in each pot – that took over an hour, but I was pleased I’d got it done.
Remembered to put the Betamethasone cream in the bathroom so it’d be handy for the morning if needed.
Sudden Hunger pangs now – so made a quick nosh, instant cheesey potatoes, pasty, beetroot and tomatoes.
I may have overdone the pasty a touch?.
Way passed me bedtime now.
Must try to get some of laundry done tomorrow, it’s stacking up yer know…
And some of the paperwork to get sorted and shredded, oh, and get the cupboards emptied ready for the Nottingham Homes man to destroy the kitchen cabinets and drawers when they fill in the holes in the wall… Tsk, work work work… I’m working ‘arder now than when I actually working – Huh!