Tuesday 18th August 2015
0215hrs: Woke, again with feelings of uncertainty and definite uneasiness? And the almost familiar warm wet sensations – to the WC to find haemorrhoids and Little Inchy both bleeding. Reflux valve sticking again, cough still with me, hands not too bad, but the knees were thanks to Arthur Itis, I was shaking a bit for some reason? Mainly a sensation of lugubriousness prevailed.
Made a cuppa, laptop on and finished yesterdays diary, then started this one… as me Dad used to say, I felt all Hairy Fairy!
Feeling down a tad this morning.
Did some Facebooking and graphicalisationing on Coreldraw.
Me back twinging away at me, the angina playing up, bleeding ‘Little inch’, bleeding haemorrhoids, coughing again! Huh!
Took a photo from Kitchen window when it was raining heavy – but was surprised at how it didn’t show up in the picture like?
Started grafting away to sort a cupboard or two out in t’kitchen – couldn’t gerrum finished until I get me storage boxes delivered tomorrow.
Then started doing loads of shredding and took bags to the rubbish chute.
Move some stuff from the kitchen into the bedroom where there is more room – not having a bed yet like. Tsk!
Still looks a right mess all round, but when I get me storage bins delivered tomorrow I can make a difference surely.
Got some photo frames out of one of the carrier bags and cleaned them up.
Downloaded Windows 10 while I was doing these jobs.
Tried it out, the layout is an improvement – but trying to get it to access me extra drive got me in a mess – fancy that. Sorted it later, when your in file access to load or import into wot yer working on, yer can right-click on any item and press pin-to -quick-access bar, and it’s great for gerrin’ things easily afterwards – mind you I made a mess of it and had to right-button and move the different types of things to group em together in the access bar, but it was easy.
And on the bar at the bottom of the your desk-top, when you have a programme or add-on in use, it underlines the icon. I like what I’ve seen so far on this Windows 10 – other than not being able to get a clear background on the desktop.
When I cleaned the bathroom the back pains started again.
Had a cuppa after giving getting used to Windows 10 for a bit, in a fashion, updated this diary and decided although a bit late and raining still, I’d have a walk into Sherwood through Woodthorpe Park to see if the Charity shops had any desks in, and drop off some stuff for the Nottingham Hospice charity shop at the same time.
Back in a bit…
Hobbled into Sherwood, dropped off the Nottingham Hospice donation bag, then walked down and across the pelican crossing and into the Sue Ryder charity shop. They didn’t have any more Ottomans in stock, but some were on order. Good, I hope by the time I get back they are not all sold, the lady told me they could not save them for me – fair enough I can understand that.
They had an old sideboard that looked just the ticket fer me, and it wasn’t sold either, so I invested £65 for it.
And also an old wooden Video case that opens wide for £10 that would come in handy for me storing things I don’t need often in. And then an extendable duster fro £4.99 that will be very helpful. With the delivery it was £100.01, and they could deliver it tomorrow, which is handy, cause I’ve got the TV and storage box’s coming tomorrow as well.
I was going to photograph them to put on here but I’d again left me card in the laptop.
The only worry is if they can get it into the flat and front room – is there enough space for em? After getting back and having a look, I think it will be tight? Oh dear! I’m not bothered about anyone saying how old the furniture looks – it is old, so am I, but I like the functionality of old furniture. Anyway, only Duncan Robertson (Who supplied me with the swivel chair that I take my life in me hands with when I fall asleep in it – Hehe, only joking Dunc… I think? Hehe!) has been to see me in the new flat. I am so looking forward to him coming again all being well this Sunday for a visit. Also, Lynton Cox might be coming in September, I’d really like to have at least the front room and kitchen sorted when he arrives , but the chances are like me, slim.
I popped into the Cancer charity shop just to see if they had owt in that would be of use to me.
They had some nice tea-pots, but with limited space for storage in the kitchen I decided not to invest – they usual leak anyway for me. A lady (Not one of the staff) was telling off a young couple who were moaning about the prices and told them they were lucky not to have cancer themselves and in need of help.
Hit home that did, here’s me having had bowel cancer, blood cancer and now skin cancer, and knowing how hard, nay, impossible it is to get help. Hey-ho, I’m still such a lot better off than some I can tell yer.
I walked up the hill and called in the Co-op store to have a look at their bread on offer – Yippee!, guess what I found – not cheap mind… “Beetroot and apple bloomer bread!”
Decided to have it with some strong cheese and the last of me tomatoes tonight, perhaps with some Caramelised red onion chutney? By gum I know how to live. Hehe! with my shortage of funds and having to spend on furniture and a bed yet… I did feel guilty!
I popped into the hardware shop and bought a bottle of Antiseptic disinfectant 50p and a plastic bowl £2 to replace the one I shattered trying to scrub off the sticky label on it – Huh!
Started to walk back up the hill to go through the park – and noticed on the bus-stop sign the last L8 bus was due in 12 minutes, so I waited and caught that.
When I got in the flat and emptied me bag – The extendible duster was nowhere to be seen – Curse! Had I left it on the bus, or at the Sue Ryder Charity shop? I may well never know! So sad innit?
Now depression took a hold of me to join the aching feet, knees and Anne Gyna’s attentions.
I wanted to clear the hallway of clothes and make it easier for the delivery man to get to the front room tomorrow, but felt well drained again suddenly – and i had not finished cleaning the cupboard ready for restocking either, just too weary. This is happening regularly recently.
Me INR level tests results arrived – 3.8, closest its been for ages. And with me ‘Little Inch’ and the haemorrhoids bleeding I’m amazed its so good.
Got the laptop started with it’s new Windows 10 now working. It takes a lot longer to boot-up now, but the easier lay-out of things is nice. It automatically changed the icons on the bottom of the screen, they are easier to see now, but the volume controls have disappeared – still I can use Fn and the up or down arrows for that.
Made me sandwiches of Beetroot and apple bread and pork loin with strong cheese, tomatoes and the Chutney
Rated this 8.75/10.
Flaked out after eating me nosh – with so much more to do as well. Poor Whoopsiedangleplop ridden old chap…
16 thoughts on “Tue 18th Aug: Inchcock Today: So busy, but he loved his Beetroot and apple bloomer!”
You got a lot accomplished today, er, yesterday, in spite of feeling bad. That makes me look a lot like a wimp because I’ve been complaining so much about not having any help. We’re having some horrible weather here too, so Arthur Itis has moved in for what is looking like a long, not so welcome visit. He was definitely not invited.
Your bread looks so delicious I really want to try it. I’ll have to make a trip to the bakery down the street and see if they have that some day if the weather clears up, oops, when, not if.
I can now see the middle of my bedroom floor, at least for now. Still have a lot of packing to do, but it’s a start. The unpacking will be the worst part. Finding a place for everything is a challenge when they take out so many of the cupboards. I still don’t see the need for a dishwasher. My paper plates just won’t hold up well if I wash them, clog up the drain, you know? Well, back to the packing, straightening, whatever. Take care of you my friend.
You is not never a wimp Angie flower! I’m proud of what you’ve got done.
Now I’ve been and gone and done all that yesterday, I’m in a right state this morning. Hehe! Reflux valve, Arthur, Anne Gyna, dizzies and even Duodenal Donald playing up – I put it down to overdoing it – so I don’t want you to do the same gal please.
The unpacking is a bad experience gal – but you will have more time to get that done when your settling in and getting things how you want them – or like me making it the best you an manage.
The caretaker saw me 1967 furniture that I am doing-up the scratches on still, and I felt he wanted to say something about it. Well I like it because it’s practical, not pretty. Had to treat him for bringing the bureau up for me, but still, it’s in now. Bed next. Duncan Robertson y Cyber-friend is coming to see me Sunday and says he’ll bring an old computer desk for me – really nice that int it.
So good to have someone who cares, like wot you do fer me pet.
Bless yers. TTFN and all the best of luck with the animals in charge there. Hehe! xxx
:You are so lucky to have Duncan close enough to visit you. I don’t think any of my WP friends are close to me geographically speaking. I’m taking baby steps in packing, and the things I miss will be packed by the movers. What they don’t move will be easy for me, because when the furniture is out of the way I can get to the rest easier. Since I’ll be the only one on this floor to move that day, maybe they will have more time to help me out. At least I can hope.
My son will come this weekend to finish taking my old armoir apart and getting it out of here, but I am looking at it now and wondering if there is something I can use it for now that all of the parts that are in the way are off now. I’m thinking a sewing table, because it is just the right height and has shelves that would hold fabrics, thread, and all the other stuff I use for mending. It will also save me the price of another item I would have to buy.
I’m glad I can help you in my own way. You are helping me also, in the same way you know.
My rest period is over, so back to the grindstone. Take care of you luv.
I am lucky too Angie, but I wish you were not far away in Kentucky!
Little bit of poetry there. Hehe.
Sensible doing it in baby-steps gal. I hope someone will be able and willing to help out.
I really hope your lad can get to assist you too.
After yesterdays Whoopsiedangle I’m using me stick regularly now – but it impeded me shopping, and I’m bound it leave it somewhere. Hehehe!
All the bestest possible wishes pet. X
What, oh what can we do about Inchy,
he left his bracelet on a benchy,
After complaining to the polinchy,
He found it and had to apologency.
About all I can say about this one is that it rhymes, like chimes, or dimes at the tight times.
I must be tired, because this is really bad. Take care of you luv.
Well I loved it Angie, I’ve never not had an ode written just for me before, I fang you form the bottom of my heart! XXX Take care too please.
You are very welcome luv. Sometimes they just pop into my head.
I’m resting better now, knowing I will have help with moving, and I can just rest and relax now. And sleep when I want. I think right now I want… Take care of you luv.
♫ Evening shadows make me blue
When each weary day is through
How I long to be with you, my happiness…♫
I’m genuinely happy for you now Angie my flower, at last the help you need.
Wondertastic news! XXX
Oh how I love that song Gerry. It’s been so many years since I’ve heard it. Connie Frances, right? Now it’s running thru my head and I’m loving it. The harmony, what can I say?
I’m so happy and excited about not having to worry about getting all this stuff packed and carried down the hall alone.
Ah, my son is here, so I must go. Take care of you.
TTFN pet, hope all goes well and you don’t get too impatient – but you will, I understand that flower.
I’m singing Connie Francis’s song in me head too, repeatedly… well, the bits I can remember over and over. Loved it! X
I have trouble remembering parts of it also luv, that’s why I stayed off stage when others wanted me to go pro.
I did two gigs believe it or not Angie. comedy stand up with me flat mate. The first one went well and they invited back to do another at a different hotel they owned, The Musters’ it as called. That didn’t go so well… Dave forgot a feed line, and i forgot the get-back line – so embarrassing that was. Then Dave got himself arrested for something he did years earlier in Newcastle – can’t remember what it was now – but it was the end of our careers on stage. Hey-ho.
Yer never know gal, if you’d gone on yer could have been the better Brenda Lee? Keep trying to be patient abut yer move gal, TTFN and cuddles sent via the ether.
Actually, my voice was compared more to Kathy Mattea back then. Since I really liked her voice, I was flattered. My sis, Elaine, and I did a few local gigs also, with me doing lead while she did harmony. Then she joined the Air Force, I kept on for a while, was offered the contract, decided not to take it, and switched to singing in church instead. Brenda has a stronger voice than mine ever got.
Trying to be patient really tries my patience, but I did sit out front with a friend today. It was too chilly to stay out long though, but with the sun shining it felt good for a while.
Thanks for the cuddles. I needed those. Getting sleepy right now.
Take care of you luv.
I looked her up Angie – and am listening to her on Youtube on me headphones now. (To early to play it without them cause it’ll wake me neighbours up, same with having a bath, that’ll have to wait until they are all up and about) Just hope I don’t, as I have in the past, get up and forget the headphones are on – hehe!
You’ve impressed me again gal wiv yer terminology “Trying to be patient really tries my patience”… another gem that I can relate to. I might use that later if yer don’t mind gal, every time I use it in future I’ll think of you sitting out front with yer friend and wish I was with you both.
You deserve a pat on the back, but Pat might not understand, so I’ll send you comforting mass of appreciation for being there or me. Lots of love, TTFN X
forget the computer desk, inchy – i’ve got one
i’ll bring it with me on Sunday, along wi’ me marigolds 😆 !
Yer too good to me mate – thanks a million though. I hope the fumes from me doing up the 1967 Hopewells ‘G-plan’ sideboard and 1969 writing bureau with the wood scratch-touch-liquid has dissipated by then, don’t want you getting high and going out of the window. Hehe!
The cleverly designed window control button will amaze you.
TTFN Sir Dunc. See you Sunday I hope.