Woke at 0400 hrs, WC’d, checked the temperature, a decent 57ºf this morning, made a cuppa and took me medications. Felt tired still for some reason, old age I suppose?
I’d been dreaming but could not define exactly what took place just knew it was related to running and chasing again.
Laptop on started this tosh off.
Facebooked a bit, then WC’d, made another cuppa and tripped up and went over in the bedroom when looking fer me clean bath towels. Luckily I fell on a pile of bags with clothes in that are waiting to be sorted – and made no noise to disturb me neighbour either, with the soft slow-motion landing I had. No injuries lumps bumps or cuts… apart from feeling a fool! Hehe!
Got a wash and shave and into me togs.
Out to catch the L9 into Arnold and get some Anya potatoes ’cause the craving for em came back.
Great chin-wag with the other residents waiting for the bus.
Dropped off at Sainsburys petrol station and waddled in and got two bags of me spuds – not very buy for a Saturday and I was out in time to catch the next bus back to the flats. Bad news, they have gone up to £1.50 a small bag.
WC’d then got me potatoes on the boil slowly.
Got me things ready and did some laundry to catch up on the pile I have still to do – having forgotten to take one of the bags with me last Tuesday. Tsk!
Out to the lifts and they were out of order, both of them.
So I popped down the twelve flights (24 really, two for each floor) of stairs and into the lobby on me way to the laundry room… guess what? The Fire Brigade were here again – this time in numbers and talking to someone in the lobby and looking unhappy about whatever it was they were doing. I assume they have turned off the lifts for some reason. Possibly a follow-up from the activation yesterday?
None of the other tenants heard any alarms?
Cleaned the machine and got me washing into it.
Then back up the stairs to the flat, definitely harder than coming down from the flats. Hehe!
Checked me spuds doing nicely. Then I put on another pan with the rest of them in it, and me carrots in another to warm them up later.
Cleaned the kitchen floor and it was time to go down the 24 flights of steps to the laundry room and get me togs into the drier.
Brigade chaps still milling about.
Togs into drier and back up the stairs to check on me spuds.
Somehow I’d turned off the rings when I put the new saucepan on? It’s not easy being a pillock yer know!
One more down to the laundry room with me bag to put the togs in. I was surprised at how well I coped with the stairs, and Arthur Itis was good about it.
Took me togs out and folded them – I acquired an odd sock in the process.
My next door flat lady arrived as I was leaving the lobby, now free of personages and the fire engine had gone from outside.
As we got the now working once again lift up to the flat she told me she had suffered her computer being hacked by someone demanding money not to destroy all her files!
She had taken it to a computer shop and they told her they can remove it in time, the git said she now has 2 days to pay-up. I hope the shop bloke was right about sorting it for her.
Into the flat and checked me spuds, done nicely, turned off the heat and left the lids on for later.
Really enjoyed me nosh tonight. Baby carrots, pickled beetroot and egg, sausages, Anya potatoes and chestnuts. Rated this one 9.54/10.
Sorted some togs out I’ll not need – owing to the shrinking… or right, owing to me getting fatter! Taking them to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop next week. Might drop them off on me way to the GP on Monday.
Had a look on Facebook for a bit, then decided to settle and watch a DVD – what a decision that was, it took me so long to decide which to watch it was dark! Ended up watching some episodes of Sherlock Holmes from the 1930’s.
Getting to sleep took ages and ages. Then kept waking up regularly. Tsk!
Woke at 0245 hrs, I’d been dreaming and waking up all night – the dreams were all of the same theme but totally different situations: I was searching for something in each dream but someone or thing was stopping me getting to where I wanted to search… an undertaker who looked like Spike Milligan was hiding papers as I tried to search on office, then he became a judge wearing a helmet and sentenced me to join the Conservative party as chauffeur to one of the MPs? That was in the last dream I think. Bits from earlier ones all seemed to have me searching on rooftops again?
I could feel the lower regions damp, so went to the bathroom to clean up ‘Little Inchy’ again and have a session on the porcelain. More washing to do again now too!
I came out of the bathroom, put the kettle on and thought I could hear music? Odd that I thought at 0330 in the morning?
Went to the door tracing the music, opened the door to find it was the fire alarm belting merrily away.
I went into the kitchen opened the window and awaited the arrival of the brigade to get a photo of them.
The first tender arrived. The lads got out casually and wondered into the foyer to check the fire-panel I assume.
One of the officers even looked up to see if he could see any flames – or he thought I was being cheeky pointing me camera at him? Hehe! Probably the second reason, cause none of them called at the flat to check.
The second tender arrives with great haste.
The third didn’t come near enough for me to get a photo of it, as it turned around behind the garages and departed whence it came.
Bit of excitement to start the day, bonkers dreams, fire brigade now, what will be the third thing?
Me tea had gone cold so I made another.
‘Little Inchy’ was sore so after they had left I called in the bathroom to check on me pads I’d put on Inchy and found I’d left the hot tap running in the sink! So, no hot water or bath today for me! Huh!
Took me medications and got the laptop on to finish yesterdays diary off.
The ulcer was a bit easier this morning, well a lot easier actually, Anne Gyna calm, reflux valve too, the blister on me finger from burning it taking out me nosh from the oven yesterday had come up and burst nicely, the toothache has lessened, Arthur Itis was lingering but not too bad, no dizzies at all and the temperature in the kitchen was up to 60ºf. Things looked good, a bit worrying this!
The tummy started rumbling a bit later, but nowhere near as bad as the last two days.
Checked me emails and comments.
Got onto some Facebooking. TFZ’s Suzieann’s birthday today, on with doing a graphic for her up there in Scotland. Took me while and the flipping Coreldraw started playing up cause I was using so much memory in creating this, but I was pleasedish with it, just hope Suzie likes it.
She’s a lovely witty gal and suffering at the moment with having her eyes treated. Hope she has a marvellous day.
Got a good bath and titivated missen and called at the Community Hut on me way to walk into Sherwood.
No one in again, so left the mail or the flats last tenant Margaret on the desk with some nibbles.
Tried ringing Steve again on the way, got an answer this time. He’s going to call round later bless him.
Walked up to the park and down onto Mansfield Road and left down into Sherwood and called at the Co-op shop see if they had any bargains and get me bread. They had some potato letters at half-price so I got a bag, along with a TV paper and me bread. Couldn’t find me co-op card – add me losing the letter from the Nottingham Building Society and I’m now waiting for the third thing to lose today. Tsk!
Came out search me pockets but could not find me Co-op card!
I noticed some residents at the bus stop so a bus must be due to catch back up to the flats.
Here they are, I showed the photo’s of the fire tenders from this morning. Two knew nothing about it, but this chap who has good hearing heard them and got up to watch.
We all had a natter, not much time as we were only going three stops – but it was all uphill.
We all got in the lift had a joke and departed.
Into the flat and to the WC – glad to see I’d not left the heater or light on or tap running! Sad innit?
Put me potato letters in the freezer. Made a cuppa and sorted some paperwork as I searched again for the NBS letter to show Steve of Age UK.
Without any luck. Tsk!
Laptop on to update this while I awaited the arrival of Steve.
Started a graphic using Corel Draw and Corel Paint for the TFZ gals.
Got missen in a pickle – Photopaint won’t close and Draw will let me close it until I exit from Photopaint? Oh ‘eck!
Ended up crossing me fingers and force-shut-down the laptop.
Steve rang later, he’s too busy to come but will call the NBS on Monday to find out about the house movement.
Had me nosh and took me evening medications.
Potato letter waffles, carrots pork pie, sausages, tomatoes and beetroot, followed my a pot of mandarins in orange jelly.
Got the DVD on the TV sorted a bit now, thanks to advice from Duncan Robertson – so watched the last two episodes of the ‘Life on Mars’.
Tried the laptop to see if it loaded alright and it did. Just hope that Coreldraw works when I next use it.
WC’d, then decided I’d watch some TV… the usual story, spent 10 minutes picking out what to watch and fell asleep within five minutes of putting on the set. The anaesthetic qualities of TV programmes are much underrated ain’t they?
Woke at 0600 hrs, still feeling bitter about FraserBrown (The amateur mock-Solicitors) mucking me about.
WC’d, made a cuppa and took me medications, remembering to take the extra Warfarin. Then realised I’d already taken them last night – a good Whoopsidangleplop start to the day!
Took ages finishing yesterdays dairy off, the ages on Facebook catching up.
Several cups of tea later, I started this one off, then got missen ready to go to the Clinic – bath have etc.
Want to go feed the ducks today if I can get ready in time and the clinic visit is not too long like.
So I’ll gerrof and prepare missen then.
All ready, bus-pass, camera, clinic cards, wrapped up warm, stomach settling and off I go.
Off on the L9 into town.
Nottingham pavement cyclists were rampant today.
I wondered down into the City Centre and wondered around for a bit taking photographs as I waited for the time arriving to nip up to the clinic.
The Christmas stalls were attracting the attention of the local ladies.
This stall selling well overpriced ladies accoutrements seemed popular.
I wanted to tell the girls that they could get the same stuff they were selling for £5 and £8 from the Pound Shop around the corner.
The German food stall was busy preparing the food on a giant rotating dish in the middle of the stall. I must say it smelt lovely.
If I win the lottery later I might be able to afford to buy some of there meats.
I must be feeling a bit better methinks, cause when I saw the sign hanging up on the stall that said ‘Olde English sausages – the noticed the Robirch Sausages bag they had just emptied onto the grill, I felt like telling them that Robirch sausages are Irish made, not English, mind you they are great tasting though.
I wandered up to the clinic and noticed more Nottingham Pavement Cyclists buzzing through the crowds and scaring some of the old folk. Swine!
I got there and handed me letter and card to the receptionist. She read them, frowned and asked me why I was attending today and not in January as is me usual appointment time?
“Because the letter you sent me” I says… “Told me to come today at 1245hrs!”
She glanced down at he paperwork again, tutted and said nothing other than she pointed to the benches and commanded me to take a seat. Which I did.
As I waited I thought how lucky she was – if she was to lose her job through being thick, arrogant and uncaring, she’d walk into a job with FraserBrown pretend solicitors, fit in perfectly she would! Hehehe! Bitter still, Me?
A lady with a wonderful smile called me into the treatment room and was most helpful and understanding. (She wouldn’t stand a chance of getting job with FraserBrown We-hate-Clients Solicitors at all)
She even explained why they cannot replace me inner plastic bit that went discoloured. She said it so nicely I was happy they hadn’t done it just for the opportunity to talk to her.
As I left someone else was getting an earful from the receptionist, who I think noticed me smiling at this? Oh dear, I hope she’s not on duty in January, she might remember me.
Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly got me as I walked through town on me way to the Canal to feed me ducks.
Outside a pub on South Parade an ambulance was collecting a customer and gently getting him in the bck of the ambulance.
A police officer got in with him?
On down Wheeler Gate I plodded, more pavement cyclists but they were too quick for me to gerrum on film.
I walked through the Broad Marsh shopping centre and called in the DVD shop to have a nosey around.
They didn’t have owt to tempt me with though.
Along to the Pound Shop, where I got carried away. Found they had just two pairs of the fingerless gloves with matting on the inside left, these are great when your fingers freeze, cause they help me keep hold of whatever I was holding at the time the fingers froze… if yer follow me like. So I got them, then saw they had tinned steak so I got one of them, a pair of long socks and a stylus pen for using on me mobile.
Then poddled to the Heron Store and got some bread.
Out and across the road to the Canal bridge… where a group of youths stopped me and asked if I was local, each had a clipboard and I said “Are you?”
It could have got interesting as I noticed the sneer coe on his face and the others closed in. But the traffic lights changed then and I could not hear what he was saying o wandered off pointing to me hearing-aids. Wonder what they wanted, survey or selling summat I suppose?
Got to the bridge and it was getting late, so I thought I’d drop the bread down off the bridge to the ducks.
I was amazed that there were so few birds there today. A chap stood watching me told me they had done a cull last week, he saw them doing it.
That’s not nice.
I wandered back into town to catch me last L9 bus.
Getting busier as the day went on in town it seemed.
There are now three saxophone player street artists on the stretch of road from slab square to the mall.
I thought I’d caught one in the photo above but missed him. You can see h equipment on the floor on the left though. (Failed again!)
Plenty of traffic about as I approached the bus stop.
Got on the bus and at a later stop the chap form the 4th floor of the flats got on and we had a little natter.
Nice chap, he’s the one who usually tells me a story from his passed, but didn’t today.
Got in WC’d, put me bits away, made sure I’d got the right medications ready and laptop on to update this load of waffle.
Got me nosh ready. Frikadellen, pulled pork balls, sweet potatoes in batter, beetroot in vin & orange, baby carrots and bread thins.
Followed by a banana, mandarins in orange jelly – there was to be a pot of orange yoghurt as well, but that had gone sour when I tried it, uergh!
After much hassle getting the DVD to work on the telly – I fell asleep watching it.
Kept waking up in between weird dreams, until 0300hrs when I had to go to the WC to tend to normal functions and clean up ‘Little Inchy’ who had got excited and started to bleed all over me. More flaming washing to do again! Tsk!
Woke at 0220 hrs, depressed and feeling sorry for missen over yesterdays Woes and cock-ups.
The house sale being put on hold once again is really frustrating, as twice the solicitors who have put the stop on, have informed me that all they need to progress has been received, my going down twice to talk with them and getting soaking wet in the process, and as I say being assured they have all they need now to progress – this third stoppage and their demanding a valid passport and or driving licence with photo – and my not having either – yet I explained this to the woman at reception in the offices on my last visit and she phoned someone and got a call back, then she told me if I supplied my NI number on an official document that would suffice. I had a wage slip, the last one where I got my redundancy pay and she photocopied it – I AGAIN asked her if she had everything needed to progress now, she assured me they had AGAIN.
Then getting the letter yesterday telling me everything had stalled because I had not supplied a valid passport or driving licence and must get in touch with them urgently.
Then I told Deana the flats coordinator who had called to check my health-alert wristband, and she rang them (The comically called Solicitors FraserBrown) for me and got an answer-phone. It’s very frustrating – no, bloody frustrating!
I could do with someone with a bit more umph than I, going with me for a fourth (Or is it fifth now?) time and trying to sort out once and for all what’s what here!
Now, I await an answer from Steve Age UK – not much chance of that I fear for some reason. Or the so-called solicitors getting back in touch with Deana and Deana getting in touch with me… and a plan of action designed… or summat!?!
Made a cuppa, but I’m feeling morose and bitter.
I called Steve UK no answer – left a message asking him for advice. (Fool that I am, I actually expect I might get some, but not yet…)
Laptop on finished Tuesday’s diary. Then started this off, but with little enthusiasm. I feel so depressed again now, convinced I cannot win whatever I do and am doomed to failure frustration and desperate measures. Sorry, but that is how I feel.
Desperately need progress, good news and or a bit of good fortune here if I am not going to lose it.
Steve Age UK is so busy with other clients so to speak. At least he’s helped me get out of the old place and avoid the yobs, but into all this bother with the selling of the house. Deana is trying for me, but the solicitors FraserBrown of Friar Lane Nottingham that the Nottingham Building Society engaged for me to use are just not being helpful at all, each time I tell them I have not got a valid passport or driving licence… then they assure me they have everything needed when I asked the specific question of the receptionist and am assured I get on a high, only to be brought down again with another letter like the one yesterday demanding what they have already demanded to progress with the sale, and down I go again. Help of some sort must be available, I’m not sure I can cope with so many let-downs, oh sod-it.
Now today, I have to wait in, just in case someone calls to explain the storage heaters to me. Not that I have any interest in doing anything anyway, other than involved with the damned solicitors and getting the sale of the house moving again… See, I’m back on this subject again. This is doing me health no good, although I don’t seem bothered about that, it suddenly has little value or worth to me now – I might ring someone up for real help with me mind going warped? But who?
I made another cuppa and took me medications, plenty of them around, can they be the answer? Hehe!
No point in writing when I feel like this really, I’m only going to moan and moan and feel sorry fer missen
0350 hrs now. I’ll write more when some good, or at east neutral news arrives.
Got an email from Deana the coordinator saying she asked the FraserBrown woman who is supposedly dealing me house sale if a bus pass would suffice as picture ID? She didn’t know (Fraser Brown strike again?) but would ring back.
That was yesterday, Deana told me via email reply that she’s still waiting to hear from FraserBrown so called solicitors of Friar Lane in Nottingham.
I had a good bath and shave – only one cut today, I’m getting better… well the hands are shaking less despite me being uptight.
Did a mammoth sneeze when coming out of the warm bathroom into the cold hallway – one of hearing aids I’d just put back in popped out!
Even I managed to laughed at this Whoopsiedangleplop… then again when I struggled to get up after bending down to retrieve it. Haha! Can’t have this laughing in case FraserBrown the imitation solicitors get to hear of it. (Oh I’m getting sarky now!)
Checked the thermometer in the kitchen, and it’s up to 58ºf.
For some reason I thought about the mystery disappearance of me Dixon of Dock Green DVD and had another look around for it – humph!
The mail arrived, two for Margaret the previous tenant, two for the Dynamic Nottingham Pensioner… me.
The INR Warfarin blood level results and new doses. INR is down to 1.7 and the doses increased.
The other one was from Nottingham City Homes re the visit I’d stayed indoors all day for someone who was calling today to advise me on how the storage heaters are controlled properly – to inform me that someone would be calling on Wed 9th December between 12.30 > 1630 hrs to advise me on how the storage heaters are controlled properly. Tsk! No problem I’ll have croaked out with pneumonia by then! Hehe!
Fell asleep and when I woke up an hour or two later, I decided, feeling down a bot still, I’d cheer missen up and watch me Life on Mars DVD, not watched it for years now.
I tried to get the slot thingy in the TV to accept the DVD – only two buttons on the DVD slot, pressed the in different combinations and eventually the missing Dixon of Dock Green DVD came slowly out of it!
I put it in the box with the other DVD and inserted the Mars DVD – eventually getting it going after much guesswork with the remote control thingamajig.
Got the DVD going and fell sleep again. could I get it (the DVD) out of the TV again? I imagine this is what happened with the Dixon DVD earlier?
I couldn’t see any eject button on the remote? Toshiba are tosh! Played again with the buttons, got into a TV mode I knew nowt about – turned it off and on again, more buttons tried and the DVD still remains in the slot?
Made a cuppa and then checked emails to find another one from Deana.
More professional confidence boosting message from the farcical solicitors FraserBrown Incompetents, and no apology!
They’ve certainly mucked me about, lied to me and given me many nervous and worrying sessions. I just hope that this time they do not change their minds again… The Sneezlegobbling nerve testing gits!
No wonder me ulcer’s started off again. Can I sue them do you think? No, then they would start doing their job properly if they had to defend themselves. Swines! They seem to be hanging out the sale of me house for some reason?
I put the TV into TV mode and watched some police programms… well, that was the plan. Fell asleep, doing an awful lot of this nowadays.
Woke early hours.
Must remember to increase me Warfarin tablets in the pots I’ve done up in advance tomorrow.
Woke around 0225 hrs, sneezing started again, temp in kitchen now down to 54ºf. Despite heat coming out of the storage heater in there.
No dream memories.
To the WC and found Little Inchy sticky, sore and sorry for himself. Cleaned him up again.
With falling to sleep so early last night I’d got no end of kip in, yet still felt so tired?
Laptop on and finished yesterdays dairy off.
Sorted some more medication pots and added them to those in the drawer for later, to make room for the new packets bottle and tubes if they are ready when I check with the chemist.
The tummy rumbled and off to the porcelain again – this time things were different, I reckon I am now 2-3lb lighter after that visit! Core… Hehe!
Back to the laptop with me cuppa and took me medications.
BJ should be calling later to lift me to the launderette. Made sure I’d got me bus-pass for afterwards, coinage, detergent etc in me bag or pockets.
Emailed, Facebooking and then titivated the kitchen a bit.
Had a wash and shave, took the rubbish to the chute and BJ rang, he’s on his way.
Met him outside and we were off to the launderette. Mandy was in good form today.
I felt a lot better now, but BJ was not in good form. That’s sister Jane, BJ and me all all with the same complaints, although being greedy I have a few extra. Hehe!
I nipped to the chemist and the prescriptions were ready.
Got the togs in the drier and went to take a photo of BJ and Mandy and what a clot, I’d left me camera card in the laptop again! Huh!
Popped into Lidl and got Frikadellens, pork pie and a vegetarian slice – a certain sign that I’m feeling better now.
BJ ran me to Asda with him and another sure sign – that he was not well showed as he cursed signalled and generally insulted so many other drivers en route… Ah well.
Got some more bits from Asda. Some green beans, carrots,cheese rolls and Sopocka – oh… and some Fresh cream French Horns fell in me bag again… Ahem!
BJ ran me back to the flats and I made me way up the lift home – nice word that!
WC’d then opened me bag of medications and rotated the stuff into me drawer.
Emptied the washing into the airing cupboard and hung some up on the clothes racks and… found a bag of washing that I should have taken with the others… oh I did feel a fool!
Got a phone call from Taxi driver demanding I let him in? Obviously another wrong number dialled.
Made a cuppa and cleaned the sink, for some reason it had gotted marked badly?
Deana the coordinator for the flats called to test my health alarm – letters had been delivered, one from Fraser Brown the solicitors AGAIN they want me to go in with ID documents – I went in last week (third visit) to tell the lady on reception that I do not have a current Driving licence as it has been returned to me poor health and being unfit to drive – and I have never owned a passport. The lady rang someone in the offices and they rang back to say me National Insurance number on a legal document would suffice – I found I had me last wage packet from when I was made redundant with me – she called someone again to confirm this would be sufficient and she made a photo copy – I asked her like I did the previous week, have you got everything needed now tp proceed with the sale and she like the previous week told me they had everything to proceed with the sale now. Now it’s all stopped again!
Today I get this letter from them!?!?!?!?!? ~ Swines!
Remember the name. Fraser Brown (They were recommended by the Nottingham Building Society too!) and be warned in case you come across the nincompoops yourself!
Nosh after burning me finger, just before dropping it on the floor!
Deana rang them but no answer, it was on answer-phone, she left a message asking them to ring her back. God I’m frustrated and pee’d off again now!
Woke around 0315 hrs, sneezed myself awake and shivering! I didn’t think you could sneeze in yer sleep – I do now?
Feel so drained, but had to gerrup to go to the bathroom, in which I recalled some of the dreams I’d had, of course no pen in the bathroom so by the time I got, me business done and painfully cleaned up the dried clotted mess little Inchy was in, most of the recollections of the dream had gone into the ether. Remember a bit though.
Dream: I was back in the skyscraper buildings with battles going on all around as far as the eye could see, propeller driven fighter bombers similar to a De Havilland bombing, but with unknown markings, artillery fire, tanks soldiers... I don’t think I’ve had repeat dreams before, similar yes. In the bomb damaged and ravaged room I was in, I think Artillery sighting from, was part of an underground train?
Overall I was feeling a bit better this morning, not good, but better. I thought about what I had on today as I made a cuppa. Must have a bath this morning and good shave, cause last night I didn’t have either, I was so tired again.
Doctors 1000hrs for me INR Warfarin blood level tests, put the record card in me coat pocket and checked the bus-pass was there too while I thought of it. Seems an age since I’ve been out of the flat. Clinic at 1215hrs, and wondered as I now had some bread that has gone stale due to me not eating, if I could manage (weather permitting) to get to feed the ducks on the canal later? Oh, must get some bread as well.
The shakes seem to have gone, that’s another good thing this morning.
Laptop on and finished yesterdays diary.
Made another cuppa and took me medications.
Got me thick cardigan and ear-flap hat ready so as to wrap up nice and warm on me trip out. Thermal jumper, then a fleece, then me multi-pocketed sleeveless jacket, then me waterproof coat on top, and me ear-flapped hat of course.
Started this diary off and did the graphics, hard to concentrate again for some reason.
Flippin’ ‘eck, I just sneezed and I think I might have woke up me neighbours from several floors up and down! Hehe! Nearly fell out of me chair!
Started doing graphic in Coreldraw and got in a pickle with it. For some reason it had stopped me exporting and the layers moved on their own?
Did find a funny that appealed to me though, hope you like it folks:
Got the big bag and put me laundry into it ready for the morning when BJ lifts me to launderette. Did this now in case I fell asleep later when I got in like. Tsk!
Had a bath but didn’t get a good soak, too risky. Cleaned and medicated the needy parts of me anatomy: Knees, hands, rear-end and Little Inchy.
The odd sneeze, but they were getting less frequent now. Took the rubbish to the chute and got well clobbered up, ventured out to set off on me way into town and the clinic and possibly the canal if I have time to feed the ducks.
I called into the community shed and Deana and Obergruppenfurher Julie were both in. Told them about the temperature only being 55º F, and asked if someone could possibly call and explain properly how these storage heaters work for me please. Deana called someone then told me that someone was calling on Wednesday so make sure I was in all day.
This meant I was a tad late setting off so I decided I’d need to catch a bus instead of walking all the way to the GP for me INR Warfarin level test.
Unfortunately, I stopped en route to take a photograph of the Allotments down the hill.
Walked on down Winchester Street hill managing to just miss the bus.
Plodded on up the hill.
On the way another of the infamous Nottingham Pavement Cyclists belted passed me from behind making me jump a bit.
I had me camera in me had from earlier so managed to catch the little varmint on film.
It’s not as if it was busy with traffic was it?
If they are too scared to use the road, they shouldn’t be on a bike should they?
Over the hill and down into Carrington and into the GP surgery. Booked in and got me crossword book out.
The nurse called me and soon had me blood taken.
Out and waited for the specialist nurse to call me to have a look at me rear-end situation. After much prodding poking and digging she said things are the same and she was going to give it another few weeks before deciding if the strangulation procedure was needed. I left some nibbles for the gals when I gave them me request for some extra Codeine Phosphates.
Out and aught the bus into town dropping off at Victoria Centre shopping mall, where some of the new buildings were now revealed ready to open later.
This one a new American noshery it seems, called Coast to Coast.
Possibly it’ll be another one where you’ll need a mortgage to get a cup of coffee from?
Walked into the slab square where the Christmas stalls and rides were now trading, the Ice Rink was nearly ready to open.
As I walked down King Street a crowd of folk had gathered with what looked like stewards watching over them, then I spotted the Fire tender beyond them when I took the photo.
Transpired there had been a Fire Alarm somewhere in the Council House, where a wedding was taking place.
As I made me way to the clinic the Groom was returning to the registry office carrying his new bride with him!
Up to Angel Row and into the waiting area.
Presented me card and was ushered straight in? Never had that before!
This time I had new faces investigating me lesion on Little Inchy.
Much later when all the “Oohs and arghs” and hidden giggles suffered they said continue with the same cream. I told them I had none left – the tall woman said “Oh, we haven’t either… we’ll order some, it must be kept in the fridge you know this one? Told me to all back Friday when it should have arrived.
Feeling a bit sore from the prodding pulling and poking, I walked back to the slab-square. Decided the ducks will have to wait for their treats, due to me discomfort in me lower regions.
The stalls, food outlets and rides were all up and running now, but not many of the folk were showing much interest yet.
My knees were doing well today. Just as well, cause Little Inchy was giving me some stick after being examined in-depth. Hehe!.
I was soon on the L9 bus, timing was right for once to catch it.
Again somehow although I nodded of three or four times on the journey back, I woke in time to get off at the right bus-stop – but felt drained.
The rest of the day was wasted – nodding off, Cuppa, medications, WC, nodding off, WC, bite to eat, nodding off… you get the idea, I was kaput! Humph!
Woke around 0300hrs and made notes of dreams I’d had. Stomach still churning away and when I rose around 0400hrs having failed to get back to sleep, I realised I could not hear the winds, that’s nice I thought… the stomach rumbled.
Yesterday I recalled so much of me dreams, yet this morning, nothing. Other than a feeling I’d had many and they were not nice?
To the WC and lost a few minutes of the day on the throne, went into the kitchen to get me medications and put the kettle on still feeling tired and was greeted as I looked out of the window with Mist, rain and a light covering of snow?
Took a couple of photo’s, one by opening the widow and straight own outside to the car park.
Got me cuppa, took me medications and consulted me scribbled notes about the dream.
Some of the long list of notes I’d already forgotten about and made no sense to me. But so much detail for once. Funny that, one day you don’t remember owt but a sensation of yer dreams then rarely this happens? Perhaps it was because I’d had the dream late in the morning that I could recall so much?
Dream Memories:I was in a pub with gates all around that I recognised, even Dick Hack, the landlord of the Gladstone in Carrington was there, but we were all in a different pub I didn’t recognise really, or can’t now? Everything in mono, only colour was the dark blue sky and canal throughout.
I was running a tote or raffle and couldn’t help paying every one out for some reason… Angling club paraphernalia on the table… Altercations… Walking home with a brief case, dark, found myself on a coastal town wanting to get back to the pub… Had to break into a boat yard I think… Can’t recall what happened inside, but knew I had to escape to get back to the pub… The gates had been locked. Had to climb buildings on ledges and over rooftops, through passages repeatedly to get to the road I needed, every time the obstacles that stopped me were different, one time I got to the end of a wall and a canal or river blocked me getting through, tried the other end of the yard, up over the building and down the wall onto the road… I was free! Walked along the cost road and realised I’d left me raffle tickets in the boat yard? Back and limbed back into the yard and the layout was different took ages to find the raffle tickets, more obstacles to climb to get out… this happened several times… Eventually I recognised some buildings from my young days but kept taking the wrong route… Finally close to where I wanted to get to, I had to return one more time to the boat yard for some reason… talked with the security guards… climbed on the roof, came to a gable end with the canal below and slipped holding onto a leather strap that was tied for some reason to a rusting drain-pipe, hung on as it crumbled and realised this was it, nothing I could do – as the pipe broke and I began to fall – I woke up – so relieved it was a dream!
Shivering a bit this morning as well, no dizzies yet, so that’s good.
The mist began to clear outside, the mixture of rain and snow continued to fall.
Got the laptop on and made another cuppa, noticed the wind was getting up again. Tsk!
Caught sight of me mush in the mirror – it seems me face has blown up a bit, me cheeks were touching the bottom of me glass frames? Not a pretty sight! Hehe!
Made a start on this diary. I’m still amazed at how much I remembered of me dream.
With this weather I was pleased I’d got a nosh order being delivered today from Morrisons.
Shivering every now and then, the thermometer read only 55 in the kitchen. I tried to increase the output on the radiators. Rumbling innards continued. Although I was cold, got me jammies jumper and dressing gown on, I felt damp, sweaty? Most uncomfortable sensation.
Pressed on and checked me emails then did some Facebooking.
Blimey the bloomin’ winds gerrin’ up now, howling!
Finally done me Adsa order for next week and got the bath running.
Got me things ready and went down to wait for the bus, chin-wagged with other tenants a bit and caught the bus into town.
Got on the wrong one – dropped off in Sherwood and caught a ‘normal’ bus into town’.
Hence the young heads in the picture.
All I was needing really from town was a hat that tied around the chin to keep out the cold draughts in the flat, fresh cream French horns and call at the Bus Shop to get a new L9 route timer and planner to replace the one that the wind whisked out of me hands at the flats bus-stop and sent up in the sky in the direction of Birmingham.
I might ask Duncan Robertson to keep an eye out for it landing. Would you keep an eye out for it please Dunc?
It’s alright mate – I got one on the bus later. Hehe!
Once I was on lower ground the winds dropped a lot thankfully and although nippy in town the sun still tried to come out and the snow and rain dissipated altogether.
Feeling a bit better as I dropped off the bus and had a walk to the store, Primark again.
I walked down Clinton Street to the store.
Ended up getting a suitably warm draught excluding hat. Pictured here from later, me now sneezing with a bleeding, running and sore nose.
Wrapped up in me dressing gown and still shivering!
It looked like me brains were escaping from me right ear-hole. Hehe!
I also got another similar hat, gloves and a jumper.
Came out and wandered through the Christmas stalls and into the book store down the way a bit.
My warped mind told me I might get stuck in the flat when the bad weather comes, and that the internet connection, not good at the best of times might go down in the bad weather as I had been warned by other tenants who’d lived in the flats for years – so I allowed myself to buy two more books!
Over the other side of the slab-square and into the NCT bus outlet to get the L9 pamphlet/timetable.
But they didn’t have any.
Forgot about getting me cream cake, although I’d like to think will-power had triumphed?
Got on the L9 and some timetables were near the driver and I grabbed one. As the bus passed near Bentinck Court, I took photographs though the bus window as we passed by them.
These flats are built to the same design as Woodthorpe and Winchester ones where I reside.
They have just been modernised and updated. They are the same as us, for the elderly shoplifters Nottinghomians to reside in.
I love the new closed in balconies. That should help keep out the draughts when we get ours done… whenever that may be. Dean, the coordinator for both sets of flats reckons it might be in a year or so, and Julie her Obergruppenfurher assistant reckons it will be more like two years and rather downheartedly the press say three years?
On the bus I got a call, it was from the food delivery driver who was at the flats waiting to get in…? I was sure I’d got the timing right, but no… oh dear me. I apologised and told him I’m on the bus and would be there in about 15 minutes, which as it happened turned out right. He was parked up as I got off of the bus, and we went up the lift together.
Decent sort of chap, understanding. Off he went.
I WC’d, put the fodder away and feeling a bit perkier I made some nosh.
Sweet potatoes in batter, garden peas, beetroot, steak pie and sausage roll with caramelised onions. I really enjoyed this, and felt me taste-buds coming back into action.
After eating it, it was er… like someone turning on a light switch, it was that quick, the nose started bleeding, dizzies and the eyelids drooping and wiped me nose, only a tiny bit of blood, for some reason I took a selfie off me in me new warm hat, (photo higher up here) then I drifted off into slumber as if I hadn’t slept for months?