Confusing Innit?
Thursday 14th July 2016
0405hrs: Rather sprang into life this morning. Tried to rid the thoughts about the dream I’d been having. They were not nice at all.
The rickety £300 second-hand recliner noisily allowed me to extract myself from it and have a WRWW & WRHD session. A bit of bleeding from the rear quarters, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna both giving grief. Tsk!
Two beauties & the Beast
Laptop on and the diary finished off for yesterday and posted.
Started this one off.
Belatedly remembered the morning medications and took them with a cuppa.
Another WRWW then started the graphics and doing this post.
Did a bit of Facebooking, but I must not get carried away, cause I need urgently to get a damned good shave and shower, being as yesterday, feeling rather faded, I didn’t have one. And I want to have time to visit Olive before I go to the Tenants Social Hour at the Community Shed. Must get the nibbles, camera and I ready promptly.
Got a wonderful shower and freshened everything up. Carbolic soap and citrus gel used today.
Dressed then assembled the things needed for the Tenants Hour.
Popped in to see Olive on the way to the Social Hout at the hut. She was perky, as she was expecting her daughter to arrive and stay with her for a few days. We had a chinwag, and I departed, with the thought of not seeing her for a few days now, as I don’t want to intrude on her family gathering.The
A little sad I was, but hoped things went well for them, and Olive enjoyed the visitation.The
Took the jars to the recycle box and on, to the Community Shed.
A really slow start today, despite it being the best day for weather in ages.
Handed in the raffle prizes.
It filled up a bit later, though.
BJ arrived and joined out table with Tina, Bill, Eddy and myself.
I gave BJ the photographs I’d had printed from last week, and off to the flat to get the bags and things ready for this weeks visitation to Asda (Walmart) to get today’s photographs printed.
I was feeling much better now. To the bus stop, had a chinwag with some of the gals at the bus-stop and gave them some nibbles.
Then I got the photographs developed, and did some shopping while they were developed. Got some fresh pod peas, two lemon drizzle desserts, tomatoes, Irish batch loaf and nearly weakened – but resisted the Fresh cream Horn cakes! (Chest swells with pride – hehe!)
Arriving at the bus stop for the return bus, I noticed the battered public bench near to it, had apparently not suffered any more damage?
Had a go at the crosswords on the journey back to the flats.not
Glorious weather today.not
Had to fight and resist the urge from the eyes for my nodding off again.
The trees near the City Hospital were all in leaf bloom and looked lovely.
Back at the flats making my way up to mine in the lift, a mega-dizzy spell hit me.
I struggled for a few moments with this one, but it cleared by the time I’d got out of the lift and to the door?
A WRWW and WRHD were tended to, during which another much less violent dizzy came. (But there was no more today, fortunately)
Medicated myself, and got the fodder cooking!
Some chips in gravy in the oven with some red onions, and made some beef gravy in the saucepan, with two little bits of beef.
I felt suddenly so tired again, that I dare not leave the cooking so stayed in the kitchen all the time while the meal cooked.
50 minutes later, I served it up along with a dessert, apple and banana.
It didn’t look too good but tasted absolutely wonderful! I think my adding some Oregano to the gravy might have helped.
Got settled in the shuddering second-hand £300 recliner to eat it, and the phone rang. By the time I’d half-extracted myself from the recliner, whoever it was had rang off.
Settled down again, (The second-hand £300 recliner refusing to work) and started on the food… yes you’ve guessed, the phone rang again. I was out of the second-hand £300 recliner quicker this time, but still not fast enough before whoever it was, again rang off!
Back in the now working £300 second-hand recliner and to the now getting cold dinner. As the landline rang again, I thought, if it was the doctors, they usually ring on the mobile if I don’t answer the landline – and when it rang again, I remained firmly ensconced in the second-hand £300 recliner!
An urgent call for a WRWW stopped me eating again, the £300 second-hand £300 recliner shook and wobbled noisily at it let me out and to the porcelain.
Long job, when I got back and into the £300 second-hand recliner which reluctantly allowed me to settle in it, the meal was so cold, another battle with the £300 second-hand recliner and back into the kitchen to warm up the meal. I’d served it in the plastic dish, so had to transfer the stuff onto a metal tray to warm it up in the oven. Then put it back into the plastic dish and ate it in the kitchen. I could not face another contest with the £300 second-hand recliner!
Depressed now.
As I was getting back into the mentally and physically challenging £300 second-hand recliner (That I suspected was laughing at me – Hehe!), the landline rang again – I uttered a word I don’t often use and ignored it!
Lot’s of TV to watch tonight… as I nodded off…
The Polish Bozek looked so tasty.
and the meal. I did remember, as instructed, not to take any Warfarin tablets though.
Not knowing much about wines, I agreed and send out my part-time carer, Grizelda to buy a bottle. She returned three weeks later with the aforesaid bottle of Claret.
A youthful looking Duncan Robertson (94-left) was designated to report on the meeting.
A natty-hatted good looking young (19¼) Frank Sinatra fan in the crowd took offence at this and charged the stage to try and get at Inchcock as Mr Steedenski slipped off his chair in a heap on the floor.
Outside the police fire brigade and ambulance crews were there in number, they soon had the culprit under arrest, thanks to the evidence of the many eyewitnesses who fingered Inchcock as the aggressor and instigator of the riot.
with Shirley, but would need another bottle of the 
n myself, partly due to life’s circumstances and a complete lack of interest shown by my parents. But to be fair to Mother, she was busy being chased by the bookies and police most of the time to bother with my learning difficulties.
But nowadays, 66 years later, I am in a Nottingham City Homes Independent Living Apartment for the elderly.
me ready. And it was, fourteen days after they started doing it!
Now I’m in this flat, I feel more dynamic and full of life and have rid myself of the pigritude.
the wall of the lobby area in the flats.
myself out of it without injury. But now I know that I have the excitement every morning of not knowing if this second-hand £300 recliner will be half-up, half-down, up or down and will the mechanism be operational?
The Morrisons delivery arrived.
Got the days fodder going, but I was not overly keen on the resulting plateful.
0600hrs: Jumped awake and in a right state physically and mentally. No idea when I’d nodded off last night, but for once I’d turned off the TV. Around me as clung precariously off the £300 second-hand recliner that refused to budge to let me out, but I got there. Hehe!
As I departed, the rain stopped.
The rain held off, and I took a photographicalisation of under the chestnut trees near to the pitch and putt course.
The legs and feet were well aching by the time I got down the gravel hill path and back to the flat. Wee-weeing being the most necessary activity when I got in.
Popped in to see the excellent Olive she was watching Wimbledon on her good sized TV. I bet she can read the subtitles on this one. Hehe!
was in not Deana. She called up British Gas and spent ages getting nowhere with then. They asked for the meter number, so I was sent back to the flat with a key opener to get in the box outside the apartment to find it.
Then they rang off while Julie was waiting again listening to the music!
A quick bit of Facebooking while it all cooked, well, the hashes and vegetables anyway.