I used to be indecisive. Now I’m not so sure?
Tuesday 8th December 2015
Up and into the WC at 04:00 hrs. Cleaned up ‘Little Inchy’
Made a cuppa and took me morning medications.
Checked the emails, nothing from the GP about me upcoming (I hope) procedure for ‘Little Inchy’. However I did get some messages/comments that made me determined to lose this pathetic depression. Patti sent me something to try each morning, Tessa sent me wonderful encouragement and Dunc cheered me up. Thanks folks.
It was warmer this morning, temp in the kitchen up to 61ºF now. The winds are forecast to get up again and much rain forecast too, but nothing like earlier they say.
The heater advisor is calling tomorrow twixt 12:30 > 18:30 hrs.
I decided I will go out today instead of staying in moping and cleaning. This is part of me new ‘Get-missen-out-of-the-rut’ routine. As Patti tells me, ‘Do what I enjoy without guilt!’ So I’ll go on a bus trip to Derby and take some photographs of the ducks and pigeons! If all goes well, I’ll post them on here later.
Got me Tuesday diary done and started this one off. Between many cups of tea, some of which I actually managed to drink. Hehe!
Started a graphic for a Cyber mate’s birthday.
Well, it might make him laugh? Oh dear, I think I’m a day or so early with this?
Did some Facebooking.
Had a good soak in the bath and readied missen for the horrendous duties to be performed today!
Called in the Community shed, Obergruppenfurheress Julie in to ask advice about me rent arrears and the approach to take on me visit to Loxley House and the Nottingham City Homes people. No suggestions received.
Caught the L9 bus into the City Centre and made me way to the bank to see why I had no received any statements, but it was so busy I continued on through town to the Rent Offices at Loxley House to see about the rent arrears situation and my loss of Good Tenant Status.
Got in and asked the receptionist if I could speak with someone, sat on the rather low seats and awaited the arrival of the personage.
A Mr McKenzie arrived, and I showed him the letter I’d received and explained my concerns. He assured me not to worry all was in hand? And told me I never had a ‘Good Tenant Status’ to lose in the first place, despite the letter informing me I had lost it? The young man was patient and treated me decently.
He then helped me to get up out of the low chair (I did feel a fool!) and I departed. Feeling het-up over all the jobs I had to sort, I thought I’d get some Cream French horns from Tesco, but they had none in.
I walked down by the canal and fed some ducks a i walked over the bridge.
Then into Broad Marsh mall calling in a shop to get some ratatouille and carrots on my way through and out up to bank again, where they were not so busy now and got to talk to a rather automaton non-human adviser, who lacked any compassion or empathy, about me lack of statements.
Turns out, that they had changed me address on the system, but had put the wrong flat number. Now I must remember to ask Deana if flat 67 had returned any mail to her? Another job to forget Tsk!
Up into the slab square through the milling shoplifters of Olde Nottingham.
Called in Boots and got some diarrhoea tablets.
Caught the bus back to the flats.
The Christmas Tree near the lifts in the lobby had returned, and someone had decorated a chair there.
Up the lift and WC’d again just in time, took a while and when I got out and went into the kitchen…
Boy had the weather changed from minutes ago!
It was belting down, and stayed like this for a while.
Eventually, after I’d sorted me paperwork out, it stopped and looked likely to start again.
The mail was delivered and guess what?…
Another letter from FraserBrown the pretend Solicitors.
More forms to sign and return – to be honest I didn’t fully understand what they were about.
More Hassle! Must get the bus to FraserBrown (mockery of efficiency) Solicitors with it in the morning – and make sure I get back quick for the Nottingham City Homes caller who’s coming to explain the storage heater system and controls for me.
Got some nosh.
Sister Jane returned my earlier call. She probably regretted doing this as I waffled on about FraserBrown problems and me health. Hehe!
I was mentally drained. After I cleaned the pots I sat down and made notes of things that needed doing tomorrow, put the TV on made a cuppa and fell asleep.
The land-line rang, it was well dark now and I stumbled to get to it – it was BJ, wanted to know if I’d like to go to the Papplewick Pumping Station visit on Sunday. I explained about the ‘Little Inchy’ possible treatment and I might get short notice to go in for surgery. He said he’d phone Saturday to see how things were. Bless his cotton socks.
Head down again.