Wednesday 23rd September 2015
0630hrs (Late for me) Woke up in the chair, hobbled to the WC.
The skin cancer wound started stinging and itching again?
Thought of the dreams I’d had while I was on the porcelain – by the time I’d finished made a cuppa and got the laptop on few memories remained. Somehow I was back in boats/ships again, and frustrated… no details came back to me. Annoying that!
Made another cuppa and took me medications, and extra 30g codeine taken.
Finished off yesterdays diary of Woe and started this one.
Checked emails – Did some Facebooking and posted yesterdays diary. Graphicationalised.
Got a bath and shave, got me things ready and went to the community shed with letter I’d received for Margaret the previous tenant. Gave Deana and Julie their choice of nibbles.
Caught bus to town, then another out to West Bridgford to sister Jane and Pete’s abode.
Had a bit of fuss with their cats.
We decided that I would ask Steve of Age UK to ring Pete, who had some ideas for selling the old house quicker. I said next time I contact Steve I’ll get him to ring Pete. Pete was not happy that I didn’t ask him first.
Jane managed a smile and showed off her home grown figs.
I walked on to the centre and caught the bus to town.
Dropped off near the Victoria Centre and had a walk around for a while until time to catch the L9 bus back to the flats.
Walked through the slab-square.
The square was full of little ganglets of Nottinghomians.
Not very busy elsewhere.
Along Long Row and up inton Street, that was it’s usual busy self.
Walked to the top and into Upper Parliament street and left along to the Post Office bus stop.
The L9 arrived and I got on and fell asleep without any problem.
Kept waking and nodded off again and was lucky when I woke just as the bus was arriving at the flat bus stop.
Steve rang minute later – I told him about Pete wanting to speak with him, he sounded a tad put-out by this. Wanted to know why. Told him I thought they were worried about me not things sorted in time before the reserves got too low. After another chin-wag he said he could be free tomorrow but wanted to know what time. I said I’d ring Pete to find out then ring him back.
Rang Pete, who said any time after 1400hrs.
Rang Steve back and he said he’s be at the flat about 1400hrs then.
Tension was in the air…
A letter from Nottingham City Homes arrived about Virgin Media making folk sign a contract with them. Like they had with me. A bit confused about this? Sent email to Dean Walker telling her I’d signed a contract and asking for advice.
I had a walk into Sherwood and called at the Co-op shop to get some beetroot and apple bread. They had some Cheese and Jalepeno bread on sale and I tried one of those, even not knowing what Jalapeno was. Got some other bits so I could use me £1 off if I spend £10 voucher.
Walked back through the park, was going to take some photographs of the birds in there, but had not got me camera with me. Tsk!
It was horrible!
Rated this culinary disaster at 3/10. Huh.
The jalepeno in the bread tasted like red hot peppers, I could still taste the burning flavour hours later.
Took me medications.
I washed the pots left them to drain on the draining board, made a drink, sat down and nodded off.
Woke hours later at well gone midnight. Mouth felt like sandpaper, but surprisingly the toothache was no worse.
Cleaned up the kitchen stuff, WC’d and made a cuppa.
Started laptop to update this diary.
Checked and replied to emails.
Did some Facebooking and graphicationalising.