Sun 20 Sept 15: Inchcock Today: No sorting stuff out – a day on the internet

Sunday 20th September 2015


Gave up trying to sleep at 0300hrs.

Got up and WD’d, then tended to ‘Little Inchy’.

Whoopsiedangleplop created toothache, rumbling innards and bleeding Inchy all conspired to make me feel a bit sorry for missen like. Noticed when I took the photo on me laptop that me nose was bleeding a bit, must have been caused when I had me Whoopsiedangleplop in the bathroom. Tsk!

Had a cuppa and took me morning medications a bit early but at least I’d not forget them now. Daren’t take any extra painkillers cause I took two extra last night wot wiv the toothache like. Mind you I still didn’t get much kip in. Huh!

On the  bright side it was a Cramp free night again. I think I can thank the Magnesium tablets and the TFZ gals who recommended it for me for that.

Thought about what I should tackle next today in me sorting the place out mission.

No point in doing owt else in the living room until after Tuesday when the trays to go in the cabinet and writing bureau arrive. I could do with some advice of where to put stuff for the best really.

I reckon I’ll grab some of the many bags of stuff and see if I can find a location where whatever is in them has to go? Then I must try to work out how the Hoover works.

If I can get a bit done everyday in between medical appointments of course, I’m bound to make progress of some sort.

I hope that Steve of Age UK picks up the key on Monday for the old place and gets on with sorting the old dump for sale. Oh please…

Laptop on and finished yesterdays diary.

Emails checked and answered, then on Facebook for a whileLizCat2.

PKGC2Did some graphicationising to use later, and post.

So, today saw no sorting at all really, I spent far too much time enjoying missen on the internet.

Got a lot of graphics done.

The Lyzzi and Patricia graphics took ages to get right, but no guilt from me on taking a day off from sorting.

Stomach still churning a bit.

Got me nosh ready.

P1020059Battered fish fingers, fishcakes, seasoned chips and beetroot.

Not bad at all – rated it 8/10.

Noshed it and washed up, then the guilt at not getting owt sorted returned.

I pondered on me situation and decided to tell Sister Jane about me move into the flat.

Unbelievably at that very moment she rang me  – first time in months.

I got a lecture for not telling her earlier and she said how she and Pete told me they would be willing to help me.

I explained me situation and how I was struggling and needed help now and I’d not bothered them until it was necessary.

She told me off for not asking for help with sorting the carpets etc.

Then told me to keep her updated, no offers of any actual help were offered or interest shown in calling to see me at the flat.

I felt pretty down after the call, and more guilt at thinking had I done the right thing in not telling them? I didn’t really want to bother them.

Gave her me address and new phone numbers.

Emailed her some photos of old photographs I’d found in the moving bags.

Realised I’d not had me walk in the park as planned either.

Weariness and a feeling of patheticness and inability to cope suddenly came over me.

The toothache returned.

Got me head down.