Thursday 24th September 2015
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 start of this diary.
Checked and replied to emails.
Did some Facebooking and graphicationalising.
Placed order from Morrisons for delivery tonight – got some big tins of sweets in to give as Christmas pressies while they were on offer price.
Another cuppa and took me medications, then started sorting some bags out.
I’ve cleaned the book case and sorted all the DVD’s out. Had to stack the box collections on the top to get em to fit in.
Notice the Certificate on there?
I found that in one of the bags of DVD’s I was sorting. Guess what it was for?
Then turned me had to reassembling the corner stand for me photo’s to go on. But I was not happy with the finish, too many blemishes and marks, so I’ll give it another session and try to get it right later.
There’s still much to sort, but I’ll get there… wont I?.
I’d better do it now, then by some miracle I can maybe find the caretaker and ask him for the fourth time for some recycling bags. Tsk!
I’ll go now.
Back in a bit…
Saw one of the caretakers and asked him if they had any of the orange recycling bags and he had a look and gave me the last of his stock. I told him that I had been sorting me DVDs out and had many to give to the charity shop tomorrow… he answered “I’ll be up to take them when the Robert the other caretaker arrives…” I was going to add if there is any you want you can have them.
Back up to the flat to get the mail for the previous tenant and down to the Community shed.
Gave them some nibbles but I forgot to get the letter – Tsk!
Back up to the flat and did a bit of work on the corner stand, but it’s going to take some time to get anywhere near right. Leaving it a bit longer this time before touching up again.
Wanted to get a bath, but didn’t know what time the Caretakers would be calling.
Think I’ll nip down see if find them and take the DVDs to them.
Off again down the lift… No sign of them.
Steve arrived and we had a chat about things. Although the flat was in a mess with all me moving stuff to see where it might fit it Steve was impressed with the progress I’d made.
He got onto the phone and called and made appointments with two possible house clearers for him to meet Monday and Tuesday to get the house cleared. Bit of progress there then, Good!
He then spoke with Pete, explaining everything that had took place. This was a bit unnerving for me as I thought things might get heated between them but it sounded as if they were in agreement with things – and of course, my phone bill will now be enormous after the forty minute call on me mobile. Tut!
Still it went well.
Steve took the flea-pit key and some of me DVDs with him to watch, and told me he’s to get back to me after meeting the van-men and getting quotes from them.
I was well shattered and worn-out by then. But in good spirits with hopes that things might get moving soon… at last!?!?
Rated it as 8.2/10, and ate it with relish then nodded off again.
I wanted to have a bath but with the Morrison delivery due, I checked the corner stand to see if it was dry but it wasn’t so made a cuppa sat down and fell-asleep once more.
I kept waking and wondering if I’d missed the call on the intercom – but felt sure I hadn’t, as, as long as leave the door open I can usually hear the loud ringer on it even without me hearing aids in.
Well gone the time the delivery was due, the mobile phone rang. It was the driver who’d been caught in horrendous traffic and was a few miles away. No problem I told him, drive safely I’ll see you later.
He arrived, and to expound the situation, a bottle of kitchen-spray had leaked in one of the bags. Luckily it was in a bag with me curried beans and bottle of shandy so nothing was ruined. I felt a bit sorry for the bloke, he was already late and didn’t need this delaying him further.
I moved the stuff into the kitchen and cleaned the tins and bottle, put the rest away, looked around at the state of the place with the corner-unit on a sheet in the middle of the room and thought “How have I managed this, the place looked in more of a mess than ever! Tsk!
Put the other stuff anywhere and was now free to get a bath, but felt too tired to bother now.
Made a cuppa and realised I’d missed me medications. I’ll suffer for this… oh dear.
Kept nodding off for a few minutes and waking again – pee’d me of that did. Eventually very late I must have got to kip – much needed it was I think, as I didn’t have to get up for the usual WC visits.
I’ve a feeling that today was a landmark day somehow?
Oh so tired and drained, I’d overdone it reckon. The place looked worse hat before despite all me efforts. But mildly proud of getting things done.
Tomorrow I’m going to see Jane and Pete with their pressies for Christmas.