Woke up in the chair 0305 hrs, ‘Little Inchy’ bleeding, stomach still churning and feeling guilt-ridden and pathetic.
Made a cuppa and got the laptop started.
Had a supportive email from ‘Ratty’ about me sorting problems – thanks Ratty.
To WC and tended to bleeding ‘Little Inchy’.
Still feeling but down, I thought of the days demands. I must get diaries done, check me emails, keep up with Facebooking, then get a bath and shave and ready the things for the INR Warfarin Blood level tests at 1230hrs at the GP surgery.
Then I try to call Steve from Age UK to see what he plans to do about selling the old place. No answer.
According to whether I get through to him and an answer, and what he plans, I’ll see if I can get time to sort a bag or two out.
Started this diary.
An unwanted and unexpected feeling of utter depression built as the day went on.
My lower legs blew up hard like balloons, the bleeding, the toothache, the angina and more bothersome than ever was the reflux valve. Yet none of these were the reason for my depression – I think.
Photo taken from under a bus shelter to avoid gerrin me camera wet!
Again, all I did was graphics and internet until I got ready for me walk to the GP surgery.
It was pouring with rain, I put me big coat on and set out on me poddle to the surgery.
Called in the Winwood Community shed, no one there.
Got thoroughly soaked by the time I got to the surgery.
Made appointment for me flu jab, the nurse did me blood tests.
Went to Lidl and got some bits. Bus back to Sherwood, walkd through the park back to flat.
Made me nosh and didn’t even wash-up after it.
Odd that feeling like I do at the moment I continued to nibble biscuits, curls and iced lollies for the rest of me waking hours?
Collapsed in an odd sort of maze and did nothing in the work or sorting departments.
Watched some TV for ages, but my mind was not on it.
Didn’t even put the laptop on!
A deep melancholy took over. But somehow, as soon as I got me head down I nodded off as if my life depended upon it?
Woke up when BJ rang to say he’s pick me up in the morning twixt o800 > 0830hrs and lift me to the launderette bless him.
Woke a few times, can’t remember the dreams but I knew I’d had them.
Then on one occasion the toothache was bad so I went to get some painkillers and Whoopsiedangleplop! – the reflux valve stuck and i really thought “This is it” – amazing how although struggling to breath, I seemed so calm about it. Lasted a couple of minutes, then cleared, I could feel the selling going down and being replaced with a pain I’d not had before. Ah-well.
Sorry this diary might seem a tad morose, but that’s how the day was.
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 while.
Did 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.
Battered 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.
Woke up in the chair 0620hrs: WC, ‘Little Inchy’ bleeding, stomach churning and feeling so guilty for not getting any sorting done this week.
I decided enough was enough of me making excuses for not doing me sorting, and I must spend less time on the internet (Which I love of course) and get sorting attended to at least a start on the paperwork.
So me diaries might be a bit shorter than of late. (Thank heavens you say? Hehe!)
Cleaned up ‘Little Inchy’, made cuppa, took medications, finished off yesterdays diary and started this one.
Checked me emails and Facebooked a while. Got a reply to me email to the police moaning about the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists:
Dear Mr Chambers
I am writing in response to the email you sent to the police concerning cycling on the pavement in and around the City Centre and Mansfield Road.
My colleague who copied and I in are only responsible for Mansfield Road from the junction of Hucknall Road to the Junction of Valley Road with the rest of Mansfield Road heading into the city being covered by other beat teams so can only speak for what we do.
I can confirm that Dan and I do regularly stop and challenge people cycling on the pavement, especially on Mansfield Road, to give advice and guidance and we also report the worst offenders for potential fines or even a summons to court by issuing what we call a Traffic Offence Report (TOR)
The power itself is a discretionary power and I have confirmed with Nottinghamshire Police Law Clerks that a number of factors have to be taken into account with this offence, such as traffic flow (especially at rush hour), how many people are on the pavement, manner and speed of cycling and the age of the alleged offender. The minimum aged person we can serve a TOR to is 16 years, we can and will still stop and speak to the people under the age of 16 to give advice but further enforcement would not be possible by way of a TOR, however we will instead look at things like youth intervention/education.
I hope this answer helps to allay any fears you may have had and rest assured we will continue to challenge cyclists.
Kind Regards
CPO 9916 Craig Moralee
Carrington
Community Protection
Not that it did allay any of my fears mind! No reply to my noticing none of the bikes had any horns/bells on them. Or they come from behind, ride too close etc. Or the fact that one my photo’s of the offenders shows a policeman nearby while the burke on the bike road along with one hand, no lights or horn on the vehicle and he was texting as he rode on the pavement?
At least I got an acknowledgement from this pretend policeman. (See further down form on me walk into Sherwood today).
Did a graphic for the TFZers, then forced myself to make a start on the paperwork… what a job, but it must be done!
Stomach still churning.
Set about sorting the paperwork for a few hours.
Had a bath, but also a Whoopsiedangleplop suffered: I slipped getting out. Banged the side of me head and started the tooth I had done Thursday aching away! Took an extra Codeine. Then another one.
Swore and cursed a bit, then set off on me walk into Sherwood via Woodthorpe Park to get some Beetroot and apple bread and large potatoes and strong cheese to make into Baked cheesey potatoes.
On me way up the hill to the park I took a photo of me shadow on the gravel path.
Why I took a photograpicalisation of me shadow I don’t know.
When I got into Sherwood I called in the paper shop and got a copy of the cheapest TV paper. Then to the Co-op and got me Beetroot loaf, tomatoes, mature cheddar and somehow, a cream cake fell into me basket?
I took photographs of two Nottingham Pavement Cyclists when I came out of the shop.
I thought about sending these by email along with some others to the PCO who replied to my email.
We, I’m sure he’d appreciate knowing how ineffective the police are in preventing this criminal activity in Nottingham.
But that would just be me being sarcastic wouldn’t it… hehehe!
As I walked back through Woodthorpe Park, two blokes with their dogs caught my attention on the football pitch:
They seemed to be playing their own devised game with the dogs catching the balls in mid-air. They seemed so happy it cheered me up a bit.
I think the dogs won 3-0. Hehe!
Made me way back and got me spuds in the oven and updated this diary.
When I got up to check the spuds progress a dizzy-spell overcame me, but I kept upright this time. I assume this was caused by me earlier Whoopsiedangleplop?
Did some graphicationalising for later, in thanks for me supporting card and message wot-I-got.
Then took the spuds out and halved them, mashed the flesh with the cheese, vinegar, oil, butter, salt and black pepper, refilled the skins and back in the over to brown em off. (Couldn’t resist nibbling a bit that was left over in the bowl like).
No meat today, just cheesy-baked potatoes, tomatoes and half of me Beetroot bread.
When I’d got them back in t’oven, I cleaned what I could: the new masher that worked a treat, trays, knives, fork, basin etc just in case I fell asleep after eating it, then I’ve only got the eating tray, outer tray and cutlery to wash afterwards. I’ve just reread this sentence… hope you can understand it folks?
Plain good grub nosh today then… enjoyed it so much I gave it 8.9/10!
Did the washing up and then tended to ‘Little Inchy’ again.
Shame.
Got the washing up done and cleared up.
Well, toothache and a rumbling tummy to contend with, and feeling rather tired again for some reason, I settled down with a cuppa and an ice-lolly to watch the TV, an old Colombo film.
Got as far as the first advertisement break… Zzzz.
Unfortunately I kept waking every few minutes it seemed and gave up at 0300hrs got up, WC’d and finished this diary off.
Woke 0610hrs, again distorted but not uncomfortable, in me brown chair in which I fell asleep reading me book.
Cramp free night again!
Thoughts of me dreams were noted down.
I pondered on the day ahead – by now I’d learned not to make many plans for it, as they usually don’t mature well. Hehe!
Still, here they are:See Deana to get help phoning the Council – then the dentist, then the Clinic to fetch me cream for ‘Little Inchy’, then see if the shop had any more of those tasty BBQ Firedogs in stock. Failed to get the Firedogs. Huh!
Cuppa brewed and took me morning mediations.
Laptop on, to the WC.
Me dreams were not good. They involved me amongst boats, barges, canal locks… People running around chasing, being chased, lost, aggressive and all blaming me for something, no idea what it was but extreme feelings of guilt prevailed throughout the dream. Struggled to work out how the boat worked – Lost a Thermos flask I recall – Realised at one stage I had no shoes and socks on when I was in an engine room, oily muddy water… then I was in a hospital and was drawing noughts and crosses on someone’s leg plaster-cast? – last memory was falling off a lock side into the murky water and bouncing off it?
Checked emails then finished off the Wednesday diary and got it posted.
Got missen and the things ready for me day ahead, and set off on part one of days missions, to the Winwood Community shed, as Deana knocked on the door!
She got on t’phone ans sorted me election registration out for me, bless her, and she’s on her own at the moment, cause Obergruppenfurher Julie is off work due to he mother passing away. I thanked her and gave her some nibbles.
Checked the flat (Taps, windows. plus etc) and set on on e walk through Woodthorpe Park into Sherwood and the dentists.
The usual welcome was given, ” Take a seat and wait!” was barked out in true Concentration Camp fashion…, so I took a seat and waited.
After a short while of me having a go at me crossword book a lady barked “Chambers, Chambers…!” I made missen known: “Go to treatment room 3, yes!”
So I hobbled up the stairs to treatment room 3 and waited.
An assistant came in and moved me to surgery room 1. Where I noticed they hadn’t yet mended the tear in the surgery seat, or mended the split in the sink either.
Another lady came in later and moved me again, to surgery room 2.
It was interesting at the dentist today anyway.
The dentist arrived and was very pleasant as she dug the pain-killing injection into me gum with a smile that reminded me of Margaret Thatcher’s.
After a bit of drilling and prodding she got the filler into what was left of me tooth, then set about making out the bill for me after asking if I felt alright, followed by a forceful ‘Yes!’
I nodded my ‘Yes’ in reply.
During these exercises I noticed there were 27 insects in the lamp-holder on the ceiling. I considered telling her about this when I could talk again – but decided against it.
Then remembered she had told me about my needing an extraction last time, so bravely I asked her about this. She looked at me with a frown and asked me which one, after failing to find it on her computer. I pointed out the offending tooth and she said “We’ll have to do that next time then, ‘Yes!!!” I agreed.
I pointed out that it was beginning to hurt sometimes when I ate…
“You can call if this is the case and it gets too bad… Yes!”
By now I was a bag of nerves. Not due to the pain or bother, just of her commanding voice! Hehe!
She presented me with a bill for £89 – and i pointed out that the bill she gave me last time for today’s treatment was for £32.50?
She checked on the computer and she said this total included the money for the general check… I told her I’d paid that already as demanded by the receptionist on my last visit!
She checked again on the computer – “Oh yes that is right, You pay £32.50 today! Yes!!!”
So I hobbled down the stairs and paid me £32.50 to the receptionist – very confused now!
She made an appointment for next time asking me if I have any preference for the day – I said no problem, any day bar a Monday please, as Mondays are my INR Warfarin blood checks and clinic day.
She made a date and gave me the print-out and estimated cost – it was for Monday 7th March 2016, with an estimate of £32.50 costs.
Boldly I mentioned that it was for a Monday, he said nowt but pounded away on her machine and gave me another appointment slip for Tuesday 8th March, with an estimate of £51.30!
Now totally confused I left.
Caught a bus across the road into Bulwell. Where, despite visiting many shops I could find no FireDogs or Blackcurrant ice-dream lollies.
However on arrival in Bulwell, I got a loaf of bread fed the Mallards and pigeons on the river Leen this along with the earthworms I’d taken with me for them.
Then I walked along and called in the Pound shop to see if they had any of the lavender disinfectant in stock, they hadn’t.
Not an overly successful day up to now.
The Market place looked so unlike a Market place.
No bartering or anything that you expect form a market at all – the goods were crap and not cheap as well.
I walked down to the other shops in search of some Lavender disinfectant and/or iced lollies without any luck.
The place was teeming with Mobility Scooters with drivers who were not really safe.
Mind you, Bulwell has the highest number of registered disabled folk in the County.
I caught a bus into town, to have a look see for me Lavender disinfectant and/or blackcurrant iced lollies – again without any luck. Hobbled (Painfully now, me knees and feet were playing up bad) to the shopping mall. Then back into town.
Where a small group of protesters in front of the Council house attracted the attention of the police.
As I made me way to the bus stop, some more police were seen going into Primark I think, most likely to arrest some more shoplifters.
Caught the L9 bus back to the flats.
Part way there, going through Carlton, a chap with two others got on the bus. The big one of the two others, obviously a pupil from the nearby Rosehill Special School sat next to me and nearly crushed me. I know something of the problems these men and youths have from me security days when we did the alarm responses for the school.
One one occasion after the monitoring station had informed us an activation, the police contacted me to say they thought it was an old pupil who’d broke in, he’d been moved to Birmingham, and had somehow escaped from his parents care to go back to the school, where he was so happy. No bad intentions on his behalf but we must take care as this lad know no pain physically and has been known to be violent. They were transporting the parent to the site as they were the only people who had a modicum of effect with him. It hours, and they had problems convincing him to leave – we did want to try and force the lad as he and we would not be aware if he got hurt. Hell of of night that was.
And i think this bloke crushing against the window was this lad, although obviously now he was a bloke.
Any-road, when it came to my getting off the bus – the bloke would not acknowledge me or make way for me to get off the seat or bus.
I remembered his Christian name and used it as I tried gently to convince him and it worked. The chap in charge of the two bloke was very impressed.
Although one Herbert sat at the front got a bit het up and swore at him and I and the carer tried to explain to him about the blokes problems to no avail.
I got off and made me way to the flat, feeling so upset for the affected bloke, who never spoke.
Got into the flat and more mail, one for the last tenant one for me. The one for me cheered my up tremendously I can tell yers.
It was from a Cyber-friend in America.
It offered support and empathy of my situation.
I like to thank her most deeply. I was touched by this, that anyone would go to the time, cost and effort to support someone so far away I found fantastic! Thanks a million gal! XXX.
This made a bad day, a good dayall on its own.
WC’d. Got the laptop on to start and finish this diary off.
Made me nosh.
Polish Sopocka, new potatoes, sweet beetroot, apple, tossed red peppers and mushrooms, last of me cheese cubes, wholemeal bread with caramelised red onion relish. Followed by a jelly and fromage frais.
Still had trouble nodding off despite feeling so tired?
Woke at 0545hrs: Not surprising it was so late (For me anyway) cause I was still awake at 0300hrs – Tsk!
Dreamt something about being chased by different animals and they each had a helmet of some sort on? Ended up in the abandoned office block again?
The reflux valve playing up today.
Gorrup and saw all the stuff around me ready for me to sort me paperwork out.
No progress on the sorting front. Tsk!
I must make a start on this today – I just need a few more of the little trays for the drawers and I can make a start properly.
WD’d, made a cuppa, laptop on ready to finish yesterdays dairy and get it posted.
Did some Facebooking while waiting for it to be late enough to get missen washed and shaved without disturbing the other tenants.
No rain at all now, in fact the sun shine through at times.
Had a good bath and changed ready to go into town on the L9 (Bless that free pensioners bus-pass!).
Took me rubbish to the chute on me way down, called at the Woodwin Community Shed with letters delivered for the previous tenant – all locked up again.
Chin-wag with Norman and some others at the bus-stop.
Got into town and had a walk around and into Broadmarsh Centre (Mall) to et some trays.
Then I walked into the slab square and had a walk around as I had 35 minutes before the L9 bus.
Took some ‘Bling’ photo’s on the little camera for the TFZer gals and guys.
The top one on the right was shot in the Cope jewellers window.
The second one at the pawn-brokers come Money Lenders of a sort on Upper Parliament Street.
The traffic was light today.
Called in the 99p shop and bought some bread and Mattessons Fire-Dogs at 2 packs for 99p!
The contents on the pack were: Pork 83%, Water, Salt, Dextrose, Sucrose, Caramelised sugar, Tomato powder, Dried red-bell pepper, Moltoextrin, Herb molasses and many other flavourings. ‘Inspired by the Deep South’ it said. Be interesting if any American readers can confirm or poo-poo this claim?
Caught the bus back to the flats, without falling asleep – although it was close at times.
Got in, WC’d, ‘Little Inchy’ bleeding. Huh.
Hunger beckoned and I got the Fire-dogs in the oven, and flavoured some beans and got ’em heating up. Seasoned this time with Bisto, sultanas, English mustard and unrefined brown sugar, added a bit of vinegar too.
Had another search for the mysteriously disappearing saucepan lid, no luck, it’s been four days now?
Made the dessert – Blackcurrant jelly with the last bit of Fromage Frais and spray-cream and apple.
This nosh was another 8.9/10 rating.
Ate it, t’was marvellous despite all the unnatural ingredients in it the taste was rich and satisfying.
Fell asleep.
Woke up several hours later with it getting dark, in a contorted position and desperate for a porcelain visit.
The hot water was cold and not heating? Must mention this to Deana in the morning when I ll to ask her to phone Loxley House for me with me NI number.
Had to boil water on saucepan and in kettle to do the washing up.
Took me medications late again.
Took a photo from the kitchen window that I thought was nice, of the dying sun.
Seconds later the sun was gone.
Laptop on to update this load of tosh, updated me Google Calendar.
Finished amending Kentucky Angel’s graphic.
Then checked me emails and did some Facebooking.
Despite me little, well large nod-off I began to feel tired again?
I read until about 0200hrs eventually nodding off again.
Up at 0620hrs, got lots of sleep in last night and can’t recall any dreams.
WC, no bleeding from Little Inch or the rear end. Super!
Took photo from the kitchen window (Above).
Finished the Tuesday diary and posted it.
Asda order arrived delivered by a polite but wet driver. Who warned me of the weather. Bit of bad luck, the folders I’d bought were not the type I thought and no use for what I wanted them for. Tsk! Also the substituted some goods again with stuff I didn’t really like!
Put me stuff away – freezer and fridge now really bulging!
Took rubbish to the chute at 0800hrs, started this diary off and decided to go to town and pick some folders of the type I need from a Stationery shop, will try to catch the 0930 L9 bus into town.
Had a wash and shave and put me big coat on cause of the threat of heavy rain to come.
Walked to the Winwood Community shed but no staff there again.
Back to the reception and had a chin-wag with some of the residents. Caught the L9 bus into town, using me precious free pensioners bus-pass of course.
Dropped off the bus and walked in the drizzle up Goosegate and down into the City Centre.
The café’s were putting out their chairs and tables for the rich to come and eat later – I say this because the nearest one to the camera had a sign outside telling us all of a Special Offer on between 1000 and 1200hrs this week only! Buy any £15.00 ($23.20)! portion of their seafood-pizza and get a second one for half price!
I walked on through the Slab-Square where I came a cross a frightening sight… 28 Nottingham ankle-snappers with only 7 people on guard duty with them! Hehehe!
The CPO (Community Police Officer) on duty in front of the Council House soon moved away into the building when he saw these arriving – mind you he was probably just warning those inside to hide their wallets and get ready for a physical onslaught?
Down Exchange Walk and into the Stationery shop – got a folder thingy that holds 30 files so that should do me for me sorting and storing on me documents.
Up back into the city centre, just as a tram was at South Parade platform and another coming into it from the other direction.
Observe the Nottingham shoplifters never-changing attitude to moving traffic and the rules of the road?
That reminded me, I haven’t had an answer to the email I sent to the local police about Nottingham Pavement Cyclists yet – wondered if I will get one eventually?
I sneaked some seeds to the pigeons on me way to take some Bling photographs for the TFZ gals.
These new crop of young pigeons are nippy yer know.
Missed again… Tsk!
As I got towards the corner with King Street, I looked up at Little John the council house clock to check the time for me catching the bus back to Woodthorpe Court and noticed some stonework for the first time, so I got me new camera out and zoomed in – a bit easier to get this shot than the pigeon earlier Hehe.
Great to be able to get a shot like this from so far away with me new Panasonic Lumix 570 with 30 x zoom. Just showing off a bit here, sorry.
Still never ceases to amaze me how the masons managed to get it all in place and for it to stay there for so long?
Not to mention the artist who had to sculpt then first.
Walked up King Street to the top, plenty of time to catch the bus, so I stood on the corner hoping for a good camera shooting incident – and I got one too – not what I was hoping for mind:
A Post Office Van drove up the hill and turned of the road… on the zebra crossing onto the pavement! You can see his wet tyre marks where he drove off the crossing! Then he parked in the middle of the pavement and went into the Post Office presumably to collect some mail?
Not that he had much option I suppose, it’s a nightmare parking anywhere in Nottingham City Centre nowadays – unless your driving the Lord Mayors Jaguar of course.
I got a parking ticket one Sunday when I was responding to an alarm activation!
Caught the bus and didn’t nod off! Yes! Didn’t nod off! It was close mind…
Got in and hunger pangs tingled so I got me nosh early.
Hot dog sausages, apple, tomatoes, some delightful sweet cooked beetroot by the Lincolnshire Beetroot Company via Asda, not cheap, but excellent taste, garden peas, cheese cubed, bread thins and some mushrooms and red peppers that I’d marinated in olive oil. Where and how the strawberry cream cakes got there I can’t imagine. Had to force missen to eat them…
Wash me pots and then got sorting through the bags and box’s in the bedroom to find any paperwork so as I could collate it with the pile in the front room, ready to sort them into their relevant wallets like.
Two hours later, and I’d only worked me way through a third of the bags in the bedroom – not even thought about getting to those in the living room! Tsk!
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
The usual rained and weariness came over me. I feel terrible cause it really looks like I’ve not got owt done – despite me bestest efforts. With the files and wallets laying all over waiting to get sorted the place looks worse than this morning now… Huh!
The postman cameth… one for Margaret the previous tenant and two for your truly.
One the INR test results and one from the Nottingham City Homes. Telling me to qualify for the Responsible Tenant Reward I need to:
Pay me rent on time (Direct debit)
Keep me annual gas safety appointment (Although the place is all-electric?).
Behave respectfully, not cause any anti-social behaviour or be abusive to staff?
Keep my garden or balcony tidy
Not cause any damage to my home (As if!)
Have been a tenant since 1st November 2014 (That’s me out then!)
Be registered to vote at this address
A leaflet about ‘My Big Birthday Bash’ Fun for all the family? Free Lunch Graffiti artists? Bouncy Castle! Gardening workshop and much more! I see…
Another leaflet: Nottingham City Council and Nottingham City Homes would like your views about whether we should join the Rental Exchange. It means that we’d share your payment history with Experian, unless you ask us not to, but it would only be accessed by companies when you give your permission. If you are a good rent payer we think it would be beneficial. (To who?).
We will consider all feedback and views of tenants overall before making a decision on whether to support participation.
Let us know what you think.
I filled it in and went to the Post Box calling at the Winwood Community shed en route – all locked up of course.
Posted the from off returned and sent an email to Deana asking if she could assist me with phoning the Electoral place about me not hearing owt about me being on the register at this flat – at her leisure of course and if she could find the time like.
Flipping wind is gerrin’ up out there now.
Managed to lose me SD card from the camera – I took the card out of the laptop to take the photo of the letter, went in t’kitchen to put kettle on but could not find it anywhere when I returned – Whoopsiedangleplop of sorts. Spent ages searching, but… no luck! I had to use one from another camera. Tsk and Huh! Lost the photo’s now! Cobblewangledrip I am!
Woke at 0445hrs: No cramps last night – I put it down to the magnificent magnesium tablets.
No memories of dreams, just a sensation and certain knowledge that I’d had many and didn’t like them? They left a sense of guilt, terrible guilt in me for some unknown reason?
Determined that I should get me medications pots done, and make a start on sorting some of the bags that need doing today overcame me.
I decided to get yesterdays diary finished and posted, then do me Facebooking and make a start on this diary first, being as it is too early to start me sorting yet (Noise – neighbours).
WC’d, made a cuppa and took me medications.
WC’d again, no blood from little Inchy yet.
Started on the laptop. Facebooked, emails did a graphicalisation for the TFZers site (For Pat) and then got on with sorting me medication pots out like a good boy.
I did an order from Asda for tomorrow and ordered some A4 folders in the hope that I can sort out me official paperwork into individual folders for each department like.
Rang BJ to see how he was going, he seemed alright bless him.
He’s coming to see me tomorrow, no, Thursday if his car gets repaired.
Had a wash and shave and titivated up, then did me medication pots up.
Out of me Omega capsules, so I got ready and went on a walk to Holland & Barrett on Sherwood to get some with the smaller tablets if they had any.
Called at the Community shed on the way out and dropped off some more mail for the previous tenant – nobody around in the shed again.
Up through Woodthorpe Park and into Sherwood, one or two of the regular Nottingham Pavement Cyclists en-route.
Over the hill (No not talking about missen…Hehe) down and across the pelican lights into the Holland & Barrett shop as the sun struggled to come out.
The nice lady looked for some Omega3 for me in smaller capsule but found none – she sold me some liquid stuff with lemon in it. the label reads that it can be taken by using it as salad dressings like?
Walked back to the flat and put me bottle away, then WC’d – Little Inchy’s lesion only leaking the slightest bit.
I looked at the bags that needed sorting in the living room and shuddered at the thought.
Then I looked at the terribly large amount of bags and box’s that need sorting in the bedroom and shuddered even more violently.
Laptop on to update this diary.
I decided to get some sleeves files or whatever you call them to sort out the paperwork into different relevent sections, Utilities, insurance, Nottingham City Homes, the old house, bills, water rates, council tax… etc.
I ordered some A4 folders with me Asda order for delivery tomorrow – hopefully this will force me to make a proper start at sorting further?
The now usual tiredness and weariness overcame me, and I got me nosh on sharpish.
Checked emails, no answer from the police about me Pavement cyclist email I sent them.
Facebooked a while then got me nosh ready and enjoyed it muchly.
Seasoned baked beans, bread thins, oven fries, crispy bacon – followed by some very naughty Lemon Cheesecake and Fromage frais.
Good this was, rated it 8.8/10.
Settled down to read me book while awaiting an episode of New Tricks coming on BBC 1 at 2100hrs.
Nodded off waking up just before 2100hrs and put the set on to watch New Tricks – It’s lost it for me has New Tricks, all the actors have changed? Don’t like this lot and the humour has gone from the scripts – not that this bothered me much though, I fell asleep after about ten minutes.
Up around 0600hrs straight to the WC despite me knees not liking it.
Had a bit of cramp last night, first bad attack for ages.
Think I dreamt about being executed in a barber’s shop by guillotine while a nurse was shaving me legs?
Cleared up and got me bags ready for the rubbish chute on me way out later to the medical appointments due today.
INR Warfarin blood level tests first at the GP surgery this time. Then the GUM clinic, then the Audio centre to get some more batteries for me hearing aids.
Kettle and laptop on.
Finished yesterdays diary off, Facebooked a bit then started this diary off.
Nearly forgot me medications, made a cuppa and took them very late but still.
to sleep last night – but when I did nod off, I stayed off – No WC visits until I woke up a good seven hours later!
No memory of any dreams this morning? Rare that.
WC’d made a cuppa and took me medications.
Finished the graphic for Marissa’s birthday and posted it to her Facebook page. “Have a great day Marissa!” X
Did me ablutions and took the rubbish bags to the chute. Met the lady who found e hearing aid last week and had a little natter.
Getting bit close to leaving time if I was to get to the surgery on time for me appointment – so set off on the traipse down Winchester Street and on to Mansfield Road and along into Carrington.
The drizzle started to come down
Over the hill and down to the GP surgery, timed it well, I had ten minutes to spare when I booked myself in.
I asked for the prescription for the cream and painkillers, it took the new gal some time, but she eventually found it had been forwarded to the chemists.
I took a seat expecting to wait a few minutes – twenty-five minutes later I was called.
The nurse was very nice again, she took me blood and I left in good spirits and walked down to the chemist to collect me extra medications.
I called in the paper-shop en route and got some Lottery tickets. (Well?)
To the chemists and got me prescriptions filled, then to Lidl to get some cheese topped cobs – I’d decided I was going to have battered fish-cakes and fish-finger cobs for me nosh later.
Caught a bus to the City Hospital and got to the GUM Clinic in plenty of time for me appointment there – but had to wait an hour-an-a-half to get seen to. It was the young lady who had to call for advice from her colleagues on my last visit. The usual questions then we moved to a treatment room.
Laid me out, pants down, microscope with spotlight turned on (Dead embarrassing that yer know! Tsk!) and prodding pulling and poking commenced.
She was pleased with how the new cream was working and would arrange for some more to be made-up and let me know when it was ready.
Then I thanked her and left the Clinic and walked up to the E19 building (Haemorrhoid Specialists apparently).
Whoopsiedangleplop! My appointment was not this Monday, but next Monday – luckily I noticed just before the queue reached the counter and i read the forms I’d got out ready.
Not sure how I managed to make that error? I walked through the compound to the place I should have been (Dep’t of Gastroenterology) for them to have a check on me haemorrhoids.
Lots of waiting between departments before when I returned from the x-ray (Very attractive mature nurse with tree-trunks legs and a nice nature there today) I was informed an appointment would be made for me and they would send me a letter and given a tube of cream to use in place of the one currently that I’m using.
Getting on now, the day had gone effectively for me, I felt drained.
Caught the bus back into Sherwood, and popped in the Co-op store just to annoy the Female Obergruppenfurher on the till – but she was not on duty. Bought a pot of sour-cream to try out.
A chap Pavement Cyclist passed by with a kid on a seat behind him – bouncing about something rotten she was.
I checked the timetable on the bus-stop post, but I’d just missed the L9 bus, so started walking up and over the hill to the entrance to Woodthorpe park.
Where I tried to take a photograph of a cute little dog – but missed him, I did get his owner here on the right though. (Ahem!)
Well, it’s a new camera I’m using?
As I started to walk up the hill on the footpath, I couldn’t help but appreciate the view under the trees. I feel so lucky to be able to walk here daily. So, so glad to have moved from the flea-pit now. (Although still worried about getting the house sold).
On up to the thicket and right down the grave path, couldn’t see any squirrels to photograph. However when I got to the bottom there were a few on the concrete slabs near the flats? It felt like they had come out to welcome me back home!
Got in the flat, put me medications away, WC’d and made me nosh.
Popped back in the bathroom for a quick freshen-up, after which I sprayed myself with deodorant – or rather I meant to spray missen with deodorant… I accidentally used shaving foam – what a mess! On the porcelain, mirror, bath, wall, door, clothes, well all over the place! It’s amazing how far it can travel yer know!
Got me nosh and enjoyed it despite being so weary suddenly.
Fish-cakes and battered fish-fingers beetroot, mushrooms and cheese topped cobs.
Different, but nice. Rated this one at 8.1/10.
Laptop on and updated this tosh. It took a while, me fingers are stiffening and giving me some gip now. Huh!
Checked me emails and Facebooked a bit.
Took me evening medications and watcheda bit of TV… fell asleep in the chair…
Woke at 0615hrs: Full of memories of some of me dreams, the one I recalled best was of me in a frogman’s outfit that had cockroaches inside the helmet, I was at the bottom of the ocean, and a fish (fresh-water Carp like one) was trying to break into me helmet? Duncan Robertson, well his head anyway, was floating around and talking to the fish – no idea what he was saying like. For some reason I was searching I think, for me hearing aids on the bottom of the ocean? Duncan disappeared and returned with a note on a school easel and pointed it out to me, it said “Ferry on the way, don’t burnt your porridge?” Lots happened then but I can’t recall what exactly, only that I found myself on a bus driving along the sea-bed and Duncan was the bus conductor, and he hit me with his ticket machine and threw me off the bus without my frogman’s outfit, but handed me a sign printed ‘Help’ first, then started eating the cockroaches?
I got up and WC’d then made a cuppa and took me medications.
Laptop on and got into finishing yesterdays diary off and doing some graphic preparation work, and created the dream-scene above.
Then I put an advertisement on the Streetwise sight to sell me microwave cooker.
Got carried away and me tea went cold, made another and when I was in t’kitchen noticed a lady with her two dogs 13 floors below outside on the field.
This for some reason cheered me up, seeing the dogs tails wagging furiously and her giving them fuss and attention, so I took a photo of them with me Panasonic camera.
Not one of me best, but they were a long way away – that’s my excuse anyway I say. Hehe!
Still didn’t get me second cuppa though – Little Inchy was very sore and leaked a bit of blood again, so I went in t’bathroom and tended to him.
Not complaining at all though, me other ailments were all apparently giving me a rest this morning: The Ulcer was nae bother at all, the reflux valve had gone down nicely, the skin cancer wound was only itching a bit and no pain whatsoever, Arthur Itis was not bad at all, Anne Gyna was calm too. The hernia only gave me little twinges, and the bruise from me last Whoopsiedangleplop had all but disappeared, so only Little Inchy bothering me at the moment! Great! Add to this the being cheered up by seeing the woof-woofs so happy, I’m feeling very contented for once.
I sent a message to the local police about the many pavement Cyclists on the roads locally:
Good morning,
I’m writing to ascertain what the law really is about cyclists riding on the pavement locally to me. (anywhere really I suppose).
Being elderly and not so nimble nowadays, every time I go out to Sherwood I see cyclist on the pavements.
I realise they may find it dangerous on the roads – but not one of the dozens I have photographed and hundreds I have seen have had a honker, horn or bell on their bikes.
My being partially deaf this would not help me much anyway I know.
I have had cyclist on the pavement coming from behind at great speed, many of them using the mobile phone whilst riding.
giving me and others I’ve spoken to a nasty shock – on three occasions I’ve been hit by them, none of them stopped afterwards either.
They in escaping danger for themselves are creating danger and hassle for the less able pedestrians.
If they are too scared to use the roads they shouldn’t be on a bike.
I enclose just a few of those I’ve caught with me camera.
This is a serious worry and concern for me, and many others in the aided-flats i live in now, after moving from my house to avoid the local yobs.
I’m really concerned almost frightened to go out lately so many of them and they do not slow down, and just give abuse if I mention anything about their possible illegal activities.
Thank you.
Made yet another cuppa and got on with this diary, then did some Facebooking, checked me emails and blogged.
Rated 8.8/10 Super-good Nosh this one: Virgin oiled red peppers, wonderful roast parsnips, cubed potatoes, beetroot, red onion, beef pasty, apple, roast potatoes, garden peas & carrots. Followed by Blackcurrant jelly & cream!
Got me nosh going.
Did some Facebooking while it cooked the settled down to eat it.
Rated this one 8.8/10, very nice.
Beef pasty, red onions, garden peas, carrots, beetroot, roast parsnips cubed potatoes, red peppers marinated in Virgin oil and roast potatoes.
The usual tiredness came over me quickly. so I updated this diary to here, made a cuppa and took me medications.
It took me a while to get to sleep last night – but when I did nod off, I stayed off – No WC visits until I woke up a good seven hours later!
No memory of any dreams this morning? Rare that.
WC’d made a cuppa and took me medications.
Laptop on and finished yesterdays diary. Did some Facebooking between visits to the porcelain.
Did some graphicalisationing.
I noticed how ‘off’ and amusing the haemorrhoid cushion made me new second-hand chair look – perhaps a search for a brown cushion cover would be an idea?
Yes, I think so…
Did a bit more Facebooking! Tsk, addicted, me?
Went in the bedroom (Not easy that, so much stuff in there that needs sorting) and picked the first few old LPs from the box – took me back looking at these for the first time donkeys years.
Three of me favourite singers from the time long ago. They’ll have to go though, anyone wanting to make a bid, please feel free, there are many more to pick from as well.
Forced missen to get a wash un shave and ready fora trip into town in search of a brown circular cushion cover – then thought I’d better measure the circumference of the cushion to make sure if I do get one, it fits. 16″ it is.
I might go to Derby to have a look, give me a run out. Must make sure me Pensioners free bus-pass is in me pocket – check! Now for me wash…
Got missen ready and went out to catch the L9 from outside the flats – but missed it. So I walked up into Woodthorpe Park and down into Sherwood and caught a bus there into town.
Into Victoria bus station and used me pensioners free bus pass on the Red Arrow express bus to Derby – I was there in twenty-three minutes.
Out of the bus station and to the side of the river Derwent near the step – it was drizzling with rain on and off, so as it had stopped temporarily I fed the pigeons and ducks straight away, so I could get some photographs of them.
There were not the usual amount of them around (pigeons) so I assumed another cull had taken place.
As for the Canadian Geese, I’ve never seen so many, the river, grass, and steps were covered in Canadian geese.
No mallards though? My favourites too, Tsk!
There were many young geese about, and that made me realise why there were so any today, they must have just had their young.
Judging by the markings on these ones on the grass, they are all from the same family – I wonder how many eggs they lay then?
I wondered over to the Eagle market place and had a wander around and found the shop where I thought I might get the circular cushion covers from. But no, none to be had.
I did however get two of the sleeveless jackets with many pockets off of the market.
Good price I think too, thick one £14.99, thinner one £9.99.
Made me way back to the bus-station and being a Saturday it was well busy, the rain had stopped.
Thought I’d catch a Y7 bus, the on that takes in all the villages en-route and take three times as long for the journey – but I reckoned I might be able to get some pictures taken on the way.
Not a successful idea at all – I fell asleep when we left the bus-station after I took the first photographicalisation and woke up 36 miles later when we were arriving in Nottingham! Tsk!
Still, the sky was caught looking different?
And at least this time someone didn’t have to wake me up.
I dropped off the bus and called in the Pound Shop on Wheeler Gate for a nosey around – and found some Rattan storage baskets similar to the ones I’d just bought from Morrison’s – naturally they were £1 each and 2 for a quid for the smaller ones – Morrison’s were on offer at £2.99 – Humph!
The pound shop ones are on the carpet in this photo I took later at the flat.
I hobbled (Me feet were bad now, but me knees weren’t too bad at all) to the end of Wheeler Gate.
There were Muslims at a make-shift counter come desk looking for folk to convert, and gangs of them around the edges of the precinct. Still, they weren’t apparently doing anything out-of-order.
I limped up Exchange Walk calling at the banks ATM to replace the money I’d spent like.
Into the slab square and had a ponder around, as I had 40 minutes to kill to catching the last L9 bus of the day.
I wondered around and took a photo of the German BBQ food stall.
One of the gals on the TFZ site who’d seen yesterdays photo of the stall asked me what else they sold, so I made a note, it was either Pat or Marie who asked (I think – if it wasn’t I’m in trouble – oh dear!)
They had on offer: German sausages, potatoes with onions and secret spices, pulled pork baguette and something in a jar that looked like testicles but green and brown tinged?
The ankle-snappers on the wooden furniture didn’t impress the owner of that stall when they got down on the seats – he had price tickets on them too – they were for sale not for use for eaters!
The chap who owned the stall very nicely pointed this out to the kids – and got a tirade of abuse from the parents of the kids – who didn’t seem to understand what the man was saying. Obviously they were natives of Nottingham.
I noticed the people around me lose interest in the contretemps twixt the poor stall owner and the family, and started looking behind me. As I turned to take a look at whatever had caught their imagination (Not an easy thing to do with Nottinghamians yer know!) I heard the chanting something to ‘We will not be moved’ style from the a few hundred protesters who marched around the slab square and back up Queen Street to the speaker’s corner near Brian Clough’s statue.
I followed them cause their banners were too small to read and I couldn’t hear a word they were chanting about. I’m Nosey yer know!
It took me a while t get there and as i approached speaker two young girls were walking away from him and laughing their heads off?
When I found that the marchers were chanting ‘All immigrants are welcome in Nottingham’ it confused me a bit. Because Nottingham is taking in and housing a bigger percentage of immigrants than any other town in England, well the second highest anyway. I’d have thought they would be marching to thank the Council, not get aggressive about it?
Thinking about the girls laughing, maybe they were disappointed UK IP voters?
I pressed on up the street and called into Greggs and got a cob to nibble on the way home.
As I was taking a photo of the pedestrians crossing Upper Parliament Street and juggling eating me cob at the same time, the alarm went off at the Cash shop on Kings Walk.
Just thought I’d mention it because no one did anything, no police arrived and customers (or crooks?) kept going in and out of the place. Was I imagining it?
I went down and caught the last L9 bus back to the flats. I’d nodded off before we’d gone a hundred yards, kept waking and nodding all the way, just couldn’t fight it this time – luckily a lady on the bus recognised me and shook me awake with a disarming smile as we approached the flats bus-stop.
I thanked her, felt a fool and told missen to get to bed early tonight. (Wotta Clod I be!)
Got in and WC’s, hung up me jacket and checked in the fridge to see what to have for me nosh tonight.
It seems I’ve overdone the buying in of fodder again.
Took the photo of me £1 Rattan baskets against the dearer ones.
Changed into me night gear and had a rinse.
Then started to update this diary like.
Got me nosh ready to have later.
Salad, a biggun mind. But I was not impressed with me efforts at all. The meats was tasteless, and somehow I just didn’t enjoy it so much as I thought I would do.
Rated this one 7/10.
Tiredness and weariness dawned, got me head down – an hour later still not ogt off, read me book a bit, that did it.
