Wednesday 12th August 2015
0400hrs: Woke without me usual start, and slowly reality came to me – the mess i find missen in with so much to do and no means of getting them done – a depression dawned on me I’m afraid…
Made cuppa, took me medications and started the laptop – while trying to avoid looking at the mess all around me and thinking of how the devil I’m going to get it sorted.
Finished and posted yesterdays diary then sat thinking for a while (Dangerous that fer an Inchcock yer know… Hehe!).
I could remember no dreams, although certain I’d had some – I don’t remember waking up very often either, perhaps twice at most?
I wondered how I’d got missen in a bigger muddle and mess now than ever before in the flat?
All sorting and leaning today then – just press on and hope for the best?
I hope Steve Age UK is going to phone the carpet shop and try to find out about when if the bed is going to be delivered – then of course I have to find a day when I’ve got no medical appointments… how do I get a bit of furniture in, there’s some at the old dump to get a van and man to bring, but I still have to get wardrobes, soft chair, cabinets, computer desk and the money is running low so I must try to get the old place sorted ASAP so I can get it on the market and sold sharpish, still more repairs to be done here, tomorrow the kitchen window is being replaced… so no point in cleaning or sorting in the kitchen today – oh, I must remember to take out all the crap from the kitchen into another room today as well… on and on me mind toys with me problems without offering any solutions…
WC’d to find ‘Little Inch had been bleeding, underpants and jammies in a mess with the blood – more extra washing to do – then me mind reminded me about how long it takes to get the washing done here and me depression deepened as i can’t stop me mind finding problems?
I remembered I have a Morrison’s delivery coming twixt 7-9 and wondered why the hell I’d ordered it at all? Am I going bonkers?
0520hrs: Forced missen back to the rather full bathroom to empty it of bags and boxes and clean missen up – An eventful visit to the bathroom this one was:.
- Cleared out the bags, dropping one em that had bird seed in it.
- Cleaned up the bird seed.
- Managed to stop ‘Little Inch’ bleeding with Betamethasone corticosteroid cream.
- WC’d.
- Cleaned up and eased the haemorrhoids with some Permethrin cream.
- Cut missen shaving – put some after-shave on it to stop the bleeding and dropped the bottle – I now have one of the sweetest smelling bathrooms in the whole complex – Tsk!
- Had good wash – didn’t want to run a bath this early in case it bothered me neighbours. Especially the pretty lady next door.
- Dropped me carbolic soap, bent down to pick it up and banged me head on the sink. Huh!
Moved a few more things into the living room, and took rubbish to the chute.
Morrison’s delivery arrived.
I’m still amazed that I was daft enough to order owt at all considering me financial situation – Wot a plonka!
Had a bit of a job getting to the fridge 
to put away the things, and had to move some more things into the living room to gain access t’fridge like.
Treated missen foolishly to some expensive Beetroot relish, and Caramelised red onion relish. Little spendthrift!
Put most of the things away, full food cupboard and cleaning cupboard now.
Got the basket for the Wheelie Walker, and took 
it down to the storage room on the ground floor.
Took me washing with me one machine was free free so got it going.
Had a walk out to get some fresh air, and called at the Community Hut with the previous tenant’s Margaret’s letters. Julie and Deana were in, and i took a photograph of Obergruppenfurher Julie – at which she was not happy at all!
She informed me snappily as she covered her 
face that she does not like having her photograph taken. I could not help the urge in answering: “Yes, I understand, a lot of illegal immigrants, con-artists and ladies of the night are the same dear…..” I beat a hasty retreat back to the laundry room.
Read me Dunkirk book while the washing finished, got me washing out and into the drier.
Popped up to the flat and got a bit of sorting done, then returned back down and collected me washing and cleaned the filter.
Back up again, and put me fresh smelling togs away.
Got the bag for the Nottingham Hospice charity shop and walked via the park into Sherwood and dropped it off at their shop.
En-route took a photograph of a dog eyeing up a crow – then he went for it… and the row retaliated and the dog yelped and then ran back to it’s owner 
with his tail between his legs!
Then caught I a bus into town so I could have a search and look at the furniture in the shops available that I might need. The prices frit-me to death!
Had a little walk around town – the City Centre amusements were popular today 
– mind you the weather is grand now!
The paddling pool and fountains attracted the young uns.
Plenty of people sat around doing nothing.
After calling in a few more shops I made me way to the bus-stop.
I had to fight against falling asleep on the L9 bus yet again – it came close a few times, had to shake me head and whistle.
Got back to the flats, nd appreciated today being less busy.
Sorted yet more bits out, mostly crap they had left on the carpets, still tons left to pick up yet Tsk!
Prepared me curried/bbq beans and put em in the fridge to marinate. Might have the bit of pork loin left with em – or veggie bacon, or mini BBQ sausages… I’m spoilt fer choice, I’ll decide later.
Seasoned them this curry powder, English mustard, sultanas, unrefined demerara sugar, and rice vinegar, hope they taste alright.
Updated this diary to here.
Got missen ready again, and went off to visit the charity shop in Sherwood, Sue Ryder, to see if they had any desks chairs in stock. I’m enjoying all this walking while I’ve got time – don’t know if Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna will agree later mind?
Me knees and feet were aching when i got to the store.
They had a perfect desk set-up – but it had been sold sob!.
Spotted a brown easy chair that was nice and firm and not too low.
The ticket said £40 down to £25 so I invested in it, also a mini-Otterman at £15 in brown.
They can deliver it on Saturday for £15, the chair that is, the Otterman was collapsible so to avoid another £15 charge on a £15 Ottoman, I carried it back to the flat, but didn’t walk back this time, I caught the L9 bus.
Laptop on and warmed me nosh up, made a cuppa and took me evening medications, took an extra blood tablet cause I forgot to take me midday doses… again!
Made me nosh, the seasoned beans were okay, but i think i might have put a little too much mustard in them.
The natural Clementine drink was nice.
Tiredness again dawned and i got me head down and lay there worrying about all the things I’m not getting done!
You’ve had a long and productive day my dear. You should treat yourself to a nice foot soak in nice warm salt water. It’s amazing how much better a foot soak makes the rest of you feel.
You pack things much neater than I, and there is actual floor space showing around your packages. I have some floor space showing, but not much. Mostly floor to ceiling boxes, stacked on top of each other. You have so much done already, and I am just a lady still waiting.
Now promise you will rest. You got a start, but you need more. I got a start also, but I also need more. A month, year, decade?
Take care of you my friend.
The stuff here has been moved from room to room so many times, to facilitate the repairs in different rooms, I have no idea which bag has which stuff in it now. Hehe!
I love the way folk say, Don’t worry about it, it’ll all be okay… I’m not convinced. Haha!
Just can’t get any help. Steve from Age UK doesn’t answer his phone, emails asking Deana for help are not answered, so frustrating not being able to get anyone to help with the phone calls to, i have a Gas bill to pay but can’t hear what the person says when I ring to pay it? I’m waffling again… sorry pet.
I got a good kip in last night, first time for ages, over six hours and only had to get up for the WC twice! Mind you, I was well tired when went to kip.
I really hope things start to progress for you soon Angie, it’s overdue for you. Thanks. TTFN XXX
I sure hear you about not getting any help. I’ve called every agency in the state, and some in Washington, to try to get help in getting rid of the bedbug situation in this building, and to get our rights as Senior citizens back, to force the staff to treat us with dignity, observe our privacy, and treat us like humans, not like some kind of wild animals that should be shot on sight, but nobody cares. They all tell me it isn’t their problem, call so and so. I even tried to get reporters to come and interview people about the bedbug situation, but they talked to management first. I’m sure you can figure out what management answered to that one They don’t consider us worth anything but the money we pay as rent.
Well said gal – I’ve been through similar – no one really wants to know do they: Brutes -Swines!
Oh dear… back to the bathroom, sorry gal. Cuddles sent! XXX
I’ve had that problem lately too Inchy. That gets sor — oops, old fast, doesn’t it? They got rid of my bed bugs, but that treatment drew every roach in the building to my place. I’ve told them several times, but they ignore me. My cleaning lady was here today, so I asked her to tell them. She said she would, but I’m wondering if she really did. She lives outside the building, so her opinion would count more than mine to these people who are trying to rescue their reputation since the bad publicity they are getting for all the stupidity the past couple of years. I’ll just have to get a roach bomb and do it myself I guess. Hope it just kills the bugs, and not me as well. I’m getting a bit buggy at the thought of them crawling all over my stuff.
I’d be a bit buggy too gal if I had them.
When you tell people of your problems and worries you can see in their eyes they either don’t believe you or couldn’t care less can’t you Angie?
The people here, there are two who often come on the site of the two flats, are experts in fobbing-you-off with a quick well practised “Others manage it…”, “I can’t do anything about that…” or the famous “Leave it with me…” Huh!
Not so good this morning, but thanks for suggesting I take a break gal – I will today pet. Got to sort out how the new vacuum cleaner works though. Hehehe” Take care X
The manager here just refuses to talk to me, and the rest simply tell me they only work here, and have to take orders from her. There is one person here who remembers the incident that started the thing with the manager, the day she accused me of making a phone call that I didn’t make, and refused to listen when I tried to tell her I didn’t make it. If she was qualified for her job it would be better, but she still doesn’t know how to run this place, after 9 years of running it into the ground.
Today I rested, after sleeping all night. So nice, just read, crocheted, slept, all at the same time. I guess I worked a little bit, if you call washing a cup work. But no packing or anything else similar to that. Just total peace. So now, ‘fess up, did you get some rest as ordered????
Seems managers are the same all over gal, just Not interested!
I’ll follow your orders today pet, and just do inter-netting, eating and kipping if I can.
So glad you managed to give yourself a break, well done!
TTF flower. X