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!