Friday 26th August 2016
0405hrs: Gae up trying to sleep and struggled out of the not-working-again £300 second-hand recliner chair and to off for a WRHD. Not a pleasant experience this morning.
Took the medications with some orange juice, and got the things ready for the laundry room visitation. During which the first Whoopsiedangleplop of the day took place.
I was reaching into the cupboard and had a little dizzy spell, and caught the stack of storage bins and over they went!
What a mess!
I believe I might have said something like “Oh, dear me, fancy that!”
Clean it up as I muttered some obscenities.
0425hrs: Down to the washing room and got the machine going. The place was in a bit of a state. Back to the flat.
0505hrs: Down to the laundry room and got the clothes into the… wait for it… New Drying Machine! At last, after waiting for about nine weeks, we now have two dryers again. I was surprised to see it was a similar model to the one that conked out, and they could not get the spare part to mend it cause it was so aged? The drum appeared a lot larger on this one. Got it going and returned to the apartment again.
An hour to wait so I got the vegetables prepped and in the Crock-Pot. Fresh garden peas, tomatoes, carrots, peppers, onions, turnips and parsnips. I added tomato puree, salt, vegetable seasoning and then added some Oregano – Whoopsiedangleplop number two here: The lid came off the Oregano pot, and the contents all went in me vegetable stew!and
I said something like (Not really, though, it was something a little more vitriolic) “Oh dearie me, I seem to be having an error-ridden morning, ah-well!”
0605hrs: This was quickly followed by Whoopsiedangleplop number three. I started to clean and clear properly, where the bins had fallen earlier and clouted my head on the draining board as I bent down.
0615hrs: Checked the Crock-Pot, tried to get out as much of the Oregano as I could, and went down with some cleaning stuff to the laundry room to collect the washing. Titivated around and cleaned the soap in slots and trays and filters that had not been cleaned. Felt quite proud of myself at this point.
0625hrs: Back once more up to 72, opened the door, and boy did that Oregano pong! Stunk the place out.
I opened the window in the kitchen to let the aroma out.
Took a photo while hanging out of the window.
Can you spot something out of order in the picture on the left?
Naughty person. Hehe!
Put the clothes away, one pair of trousers had shrunk that much, I put it with the other stuff in the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop bag. I’ll take the bag down today, it’s nearly full now, mostly with things that have shrunk… alright then, things that no longer fit due to me increased flobby-body mass. Tsk! This encouraged me to get on the scales that were nearby… but that is a horror story you can do without. Ahem!
Made a cuppa and got the laptop on and set about finishing the Thursday post and starting this one.
Tried some Facebooking. Not too good, sticking a bit, but I got some done.
Did my ablutions, and called to see Olive on my way out. She was in good from considering, and this cheered me up no end.
Went to see if I could contact Deana bout the British Gas cock-up. She was not in today.
Caught the L8 bus into Sherwood and went to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop and unloaded the bag of clothing.
A lot of emergency vehicles running about Sherwood today.
Nipped in the shop and got some mushrooms to add to the Crock-Pot… the over Origami’d Crock-Pot. Got two cheese cobs as well.
Caught the bus back up to the flats and had a good chinwag with some other tenants en route.
The view from the kitchen window was very nice.
Not going to last long, though, I’m afraid.
Forecast heavy storms for tomorrow.Got in to find two letters in the box from British Gas!
Got in the apartment, to find two letters in the box from British Gas!
They had closed the proper account and made the …67 one, a new report adding £253 to the total making me in debt now for £375.38.
Confused now, I went on the internet to email Deana, and found she had sent me a copy of BG’s last email sent to her yesterday!
You can find this here: Updated British Gas record It’s a long detailed one. This addition is at the end of the post.
She will not be available to see me until next Tuesday to discuss the outcome and what tactics to adopt. Just my luck – holidays again! Tsk!
Put the fodder away, took the late medications and added the mushrooms to the Crock-Pot.
Updated this post and went on Facebook. Still sticking a bit, telling me I had not finished commenting when I had?
The food in the Crock-pot had to be sorted, to get rid of some of the juices. I added a tin of beef to it after draining and added a bit more black bean sauce, to weaken the Origami taste. NO! I mean the Oregano taste. Hope it is eatable as a stew with the cobs when I get it sorted. Tsk!
Well, I have to say that it came out as the most horrible tasting meal of the year! A failure of epic proportions, even after my assiduous day long efforts!
Within minutes of foolishly finishing eating this monstrous so-called edible creation, the stomach was rumbling, bodily winds were escaping from all extremities, and I felt that along with the dissatisfaction and worry of the unfair British Gas charging me affair, these should have been sufficient to ensure my suicide.
But, being a coward, I decided against any such intentions and put the goggle-box on, fell asleep and dreamed of me being pursued in tunnels by just about everyone.
Around 0200hrs, I sprang awake and struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and went to the door of the flat… why I did this I had no idea? Feeling rather foolish, I wandered between the door and the recliner chair a few time hoping the reason for me waking and going to the door might return to me. It didn’t, so feeling uncomfortable with my state of sanity, I climbed back into the recliner and spent an hour or so wondering what I might have been intending to do in going to the door?