Thursday 21 April 2016
Bad night for repeatedly waking up, and in between, the dreams kept coming.
Ulcer and Anne Gyna both giving me bother when I woke around 0530hrs.
WC’d made a cuppa and got the laptop on to finish off the diary – the stomach began rumbling, and I visited the throne. The mind was torturing me as I sat there, Got to meet Steve at the solicitors for ten o’clock. Got to get the Gas bill (Red letter) sorted ASAP. Must remember to leave the flat no later than 0900hrs, can’t have a bath before 0700hrs, but must get the ablutions tended to then and ready all the things for the solicitor and all me British Gas (You know the one, that’s owned by the French) paperwork folder with me as well… on and on the mind rattled away, and the ulcer and Anne Gyna continued to hassle me.Not feeling too good at all, but hopefully if I get the solicitors and Gas bill sorted, things might feel better?
Not feeling too good at all, but hopefully, if I can get the solicitors and Gas bill sorted, things might feel better?
When things eventually moved the blood flowed from both Haem Aroid and Little Inchy. This did nothing to cheer me up or bring me out of ‘Panic Status’.
I decided around 0610hrs to take my bath and do the ablutions early, so I can concentrate on things that need doing and make notes to take with me for Steve Age UK, not that he has time to do anything for me today other than to go with me to the FraserBrown solicitors, he’s already made that plain the other day.
Sister Jane rang to wish me luck today bless her.
I got the ablutions done early so I could take my time and have a bit of a soak in the bath, I wish I could clear my mind and wash away the concerns, angst and worries.
Smelling sweetly, now. Hehe!
Took the three bags out to the rubbish chute and made a cuppa as I had the time before going out to walk through the park and into Sherwood to catch the bus to town at 0930hrs when the Pensioners Free Bus Pass could be utilised.
While in the bath, the radio warned of the weather going to be a lot colder today, so I made sure I’d got my usual masses of clothes gloves and hat on for the trip to see FraserBrown. Departed at 0855hrs, that should leave me adequate time to get to the bus stop.
Though Woodthorpe Grange Park, left up the hill and down it to the bus stop in Sherwood.
Arriving with plenty of time, so I nipped into the paper shop and got a TV magazine for next week.
Got into town around 0945hrs and poddled through the square and up Friar Lane to the solicitors. Steve was waiting at the top of the lane for me. I told him about the red Gas charge and he said let’s get the solicitors done first, so we did.
Good job he was with me too, I can tell yer. We went into a room and my Solicitor Karen Brammer got me to sign a form about the sale, and the buyer Kelly’s lawyer entered the room with a Bible for me to swear on and sign another form. He then departed swiftly. Karen explained about the ongoing access problem now being solved, but the buyer was now concerned about the triangular bit of land at the gable-end and the access gate at the end of it. I explained that there has never been a gate there, it is a narrow fence! She changed the wording on two bits of paper from gate to fence and I had to sign that I’d never had anyone asking or complaining about this land.
I also had to supply the door key to them or the Building Society.
Also, I had to sign for a Providence Insurance, the cost of which will be taken off the monies received along with the costs of the solicitors, assessors, and other legal fees. I think it was £69 or £169. I didn’t get a copy so can’t be sure. But she said this will solve any issues on this subject. I needed to take the utility meter readings and supply them, then hopefully next Wednesday the contract can be signed and legalised?
She will contact Steve Age UK and he will let me know for sure.
What a palaver!
What happened next after we had left and was walking into the slab square down Friar Lane, may take some believing, but it’s true enough: Steve said he’s call to see me around 1600hrs today. I spotted the Boots Opticians shop and remembered I had to get some replacement glasses for the ones I sat on the other day. So I told him and crossed the road to get back up to Boots. As I walked up the street, two young girls stopped me, schoolgirls, both tall and spoke perfect English. They were on a trip from Belgium and wanted to ask me some questions, so I answered them. Wished them well, and walked in the opposite direction of Boots down the hill into the City Centre, forgetting all about the glasses again! I told you it was hard to believe, Tsk!
The sun nearly came out as I was taking a photograph looking up from the front of the Council House, with its British flag fluttering to celebrate Her Majesties birthday.
She owns over 84 billion pounds worth of residential premises you know.
I bet she doesn’t get as much hassle from them all put together as I have suffered selling my little place. Jealous? Me?
Hehe!
There were 25 minutes before the L9 bus was due, and I foolishly had a walk around the book shop next to the Council House. Oh dear!
Another few quid were spent. Huh!
The sun faded a bit and the clouds thickened as I arrived at the bus stop,
and it arrived a few moments later.
I got on, settled and had a good read of one of the books en route.
I was enjoying and nearly missed the stop at the flats!
However, I did remember to call to try and see Deana about the more rathe worrying letter Red letter demand for payment that I’d had from the 
French-owned British Gas company.
She was very calm and pointed out that it should have been delivered to Nottingham Homes and not me. Despite it showing my address? I was a tad confused but so pleased that it wasn’t my bill.
She did ring them for me, to confirm this, bless her.
I nearly almost started to feel a bit better in the mind and thanked her and returned to the flat.
Where a letter arrived offering me up to 44% off if I rejoined the RAC!
I was a bit peckish, but with Steve coming around 1600hrs, I thought I’d wait until he’s gone and then get the fodder done as it will not take long today, as the plan is to do some smoked bacon in the oven and have it with a tin of beans or tomatoes perhaps, with some Irish Batch Bread.
Got the laptop on and updated this twaddle, made a cuppa and took the medications, a little early, but best do it while I thought of it.
Reflections on the day so far:
- At last, the house sale seems to be moving, but of course, FraserBrown had told me this several times before over the ten months since I accepted the bid in the first place. No confidence yet. Can’t relax yet
- So pleased the situation about the British Gas bill has been clarified as not mine!
- Felt such a fool when I went to the opticians and got side tracked. Huh!
- The health problems are still lingering, but I hope when and if the house gets sorted and sold, things will improve.
- Lovely messages from the TFZ gals, and help from Deana and Steve is so valued.
Steve arrived to pick u the keys. We had a gossip and he said he’d get back to me when things needed signing over the old house, then he would go through the things that will be needed to be cancelled with me.
I got the nosh on, having tomatoes and pork loin with some Wieska.
Soaking up the tomatoes with the Irish Batch Bread made pork loin sarnies made this meal so good.
Rated this one as a 9.1/10
Took the medications and sat doing nothing at all or a few hours, apart from trying to get to grips with the wandering mind, before nodding off.
I failed to get to grips!
I took a couple of photographs outside the front doors, there should have been a squirrel on top of one of the concrete posts, but he was far too quick for me.
Got the ablutions done, then called to see Deana a the Community Shed, but all locked up. I returned to the flat and updated this, then decided as it looks such a beautiful day, and no appointments on the calendarI’d have a slow meandering walk into town. A bit far, but it will be interesting to see how long it takes me.
Onward into town. Near the Rock Cemetery, a Burke on a bike nearly had me from the rear as passed by, rather too close to me for my liking, the Swine!
shopping area. As I did, I noticed a wood pigeon way down near the old train station brickwork on the masses of weed that was prolifically growing, forcing its way through the thousands of nub ends that had been tossed over the wall where the nicotine nellies accumulate to have a last drag before going in to catch their buses. In fact, one bloke threw his over as I was taking the picture here.
Had a wander through the top mall, window shopping and perusing the open market, then left through the walk-over passage at the end and took this photo, that shows the many different colours of buses in Nottingham. Confusing for us old ones yer know!
As I started to walk in the direction of the L9 bus stop, another damned Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he weaved between the poor pedestrians.
Tried to concentrate on the nosh and it came out alright.
Plodded down to go see Deana, and she was in the foyer chatting to some of the Woodthorpe Court lady tenants. I waited until they had finished and asked her about the City Council number. She noted the number and said she’d try later to find out for me. She scurried off, cause she’s very busy. I gave them all a choice of Quality Street 
nibbles, and we all moved out to catch the bus.
On the way back through Daybrook, St Paul’s Church looked radiant in the sunshine. I took a photo through the bus window. I associate cold weather with St Pauls, cause I go to the remembrance service there, which is as you know, in November.
Got the fodder sorted and watched an Auf Wiedersehen Pet DVD.
I set out on the walk up and down through the park, left up the road and down it into Sherwood.
When I made my way back to the bus station, I recognised ‘Bob’ the ten-shilling note pigeon with some of his family, so slipped them some seeds and dried earthworms on the way.
Back to the flat, WC’s then put away the bits I’d bought.
The sky was beautiful, so I tooketh a photographicalisation of it.
Turned the laptop off. Got the fodder laid out to I tuck into it!
Got some of the things needed for cleaning the living room and kitchen windows with later on.
Decided to do the living room ones first, because they are more numerous, hard to get at and the stretching and ladder needed to do the job, are best tackled first methinks.
I got the beef and veg in the Slow Cooker, made and added some seasoned gravy to them, turned it on to the low setting, and returned to the laptop to update this tosh.
Battled on and eventually got the outside then inside done of the front room windows and frames.
Then I got the kitchen window and frames done. A lot easier task as it turned out, apart from getting the thing to turn around that is.
Fatigued now, updated this again and kept checking on the Crock-Pot meal.
At the top of the gravel footpath into the park, I was impressed with the greenery starting to return.
On the way down the path, it came over a bit darker and the sky was looking so picturesque.
The view from the kitchen window was excellent.
The nosh had finished cooking and came out recent like and appetizing too!
When I woke up, it was getting dark and the rain was belting down outside.
I was sat there thinking of what needed doing today.
The slow-cooker basin I’d left soaking overnight cleaned up well.Got the kettle on and made a cuppa. 
Down to the laundry room and retrieved the clothes. Oh dear… The washing was as wet as it was when I put it in the dryer an hour ago. I suppose I’d got something wrong when setting it because there was no fluff in the catch box? Humph, idiot I am!
Popped outside to take a photograph of some daffodils struggling through.
Just timed it spot on, the message panel just turned to Finish as I arrived in the laundry room.
Did a bit more on this diary then started to fill the colour coded medication pots with the appropriate tablets and drugs.
Feeling a lot happier now!
The Morrison man arrived and helped me take the stuff into the kitchen as I had too much stuff to go on the trolley in one go.
So after much kerfuffle and messing about, I very belatedly got the fodder prepared. Which consisted of:
Worra night of dreams!
Got the laptop on and did the diary for 
Wed, and started this one.
Toni was in a good mood and chatted to me a bit. Eddy, our much-loved 93-year-old was deep in thought about something.
On my way back to the flat to prepare for catching the half-past bus to Arnold, I spied a tenant using several of the orange recycling bags for her shopping – Naughty thing!
Got potato sticks, Irish batch bread, fruit dessert pots, parsnips, carrots, swede, leg of lamb chunks, TV paper and a Wiejska sausage ring. Paid the lady on the checkout and remembered to return to the photo section to collect the photographs.
I tested the fodder a few more times and it is coming on just fine. I reckon a stew like what I’m doing will take five hours on the low setting in future.
to allow access to the hole in the wall for the Nottingham City Homes man when he comes later today.
He left to fetch a can of filler.
He threw the lump of filler into the sink as he unsuccessfully tried to stop it coming out and even further down the wall.
it swells out more?
The mess on the sockets will have to wait until later, as I was making it worse by trying to clean it before it had dried?
I’ll have to wait and see how it goes I suppose.
towels used up to now in my efforts to clean the place after he’d gone.
So, I put a tin of mini hot dog sausages in the saucepan and flavoured a tin of tomatoes with basil, salt and black pepper and warmed them both up for me second choice evening fodder.
After a while, I stirred and to the WC, no bleeding much at all. Decided to take another Bisacodyl.
Making the nosh, I did some chilli and added Bovril to it.
stuff I’d taken out of the cupboard so the workman can get access to the holes in the wall easier when the Nottingham City Homes Repair Man takes off the cupboard, to hopefully block the hole in the outside wall tomorrow.
Then I had to clean the saucepan and lid and the nosh got cold in the meantime!