Inchcock Today Fri 5 Aug 2016: British Gas – Anne Gyna, Got a painful hobble in, Whoopsiedangleplop… Thank heavens for Olive and my cyber-pals cheering me up and supporting me!

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Woke around 0525hrs, which considering the lack of sleep I had surprised me, I thought I might overlay. Could not recall any dreams at all. Duo Denal and Anne Gyna were still hassling me badly, yet the warm feeling from the help I got yesterday from the C&M Cleaning Ladies still glowed in my heart, despite the French-Owned British Gas animals sending me yet another threatening demand for payment of the mystery bill! I felt confused.

No calls for a WRHD yet, but repeated WRWWs were needed. Hehe!

Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair, WRWW and made a cup of tea and took the medications with an extra painkiller to counter Duo Denal and Anne Gyna giving me so much hassle.

The sky looked reddish, and I took a photograph of it from the kitchen window. It came out far less vivid than as saw it real life.

Laptop on and found 286 Facebook notifications and 206 emails awaiting my attention! Yesterday was so much hassle and bother taking place I had not found time to respond to them. Must catch up later if I can.

Not feeling up to much, I still wanted to get out of the flat for a walk, but so much to sort out.

Got the laptop going and finished the Thursday Inchcock Today off, did some graphics for this one, then started it off.

Decided to get on with the Facebooking, get the diary posted then check the notifications. The latest TFZer graphicalisation series have got to be posted too, hope I have time. Changed my demented mind, and did the emails first.

Got the TFZ series posted, here’s a couple to give you an idea of them.

Hope they like them.

Warden Deana Walker came to see me. She’s emailed British Gas a sharp letter of complaint! Lynton Cox gave some ideas about this on a comment on Facebook, and she copied some addresses from it and took them with her.

Might get time to go out shopping at today. Must get to visit Olive, though. Got a shower and did my ablutions.

The left feet under the toes was very tender?

Nipped to see how Olive was at flat 84. She had a lot of pain and not good news from the hospital visit, and still Olive managed a radiant smile for me – my love and heroin! She told me where a good greengrocery shop was in Mapperley, so I decided to catch a bus up there. Bade her farewell and promised to return later after I’d finished the trip to the shops on Mapperley Plain. (X’s exchanged)

Set off to catch the bus up into Mapperley and the stores, and a much regretful and agonising hobble back. Hehe!

After I dropped off the bus, it only took around three minutes for a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist to nearly clout me one as he passed at great speed on Mapperley tops, then swerve through a queue of people at the bus stop and carried on along the pavement…

Despite the mystery pain from my left toes, I shouted out at him – to no avail of course.

I thought I spotted the shop over the road and called in it. Terrible produce on display.

Then I realised Olive told me the one next to the Co-op store, which was a few hundred yards up the road.

Found the right shop, and bought too much stuff to carry actually – Tsk! Two large apples, twp satsumas, garden peas, English yellow tomatoes, a leek, Spanish onion, two yoghourts, half a cucumber, a potato, a carrot and a parsnip. Nice to be abe to buy just what I need, instead of getting packs of stuff. Not cheap, mind.

Called in at the butcher shop and got some frozen lamb burgers, I asked the chap if I could cook them in the oven, told me to cook them in the oven for 35 minutes from frozen. Then perused the small Sainsbury shop, they tempted me with some short-dated reduced English vine tomatoes and reduced price bits. The Fresh Cream Cakes, I resisted getting! (Head swags and pride)

The pain from the left foot began to over-ride the pain from Anne Gyna and Duo Denal, it was that bad.

I limped like a wounded elephant onto Woodthorpe Drive and down the hill and eventually home.

The first view of the flats I photographed through the bushes.

A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was coming up the hill and struggling a bit with the task – I resisted the urge to push my walking stick in the spokes!

The weather was beautiful, a little windy perhaps.

Had a dizzy when I was taking a photographicalisation of the road.

All okay after a minute or so, though.

I stood looking at the greenery, trees and flowers and a couple pulled up in their vehicle and spoke to me.

I eventually worked out they wanted to know how to get to the railway station. With my bad hearing and their Eastern European, sounding voices… well, I hope they understood me. I wrote a map on the back of the paper bag and gave it to them.

I carried on down the hill and in due course I arrived at the entrance into Woodthorpe Grange Park.

Lots of vehicles in the car park, with plenty of swearing kids with mobile phones about.

I wandered through the undergrowth, but the pain in my foot/toes forced me to exit the trees. On the main path again, I spotted some unusual bushes and flowers.

Walked through and into the park proper, coming out on the Pitch & Putt area.On the horizon, I could see the tops of the flats, and I doddered on with some difficulty on through the top area and down towards the Woodthorpe flats.

On the horizon, I could see the tops of the apartments, and I doddered on with some difficulty on through the top area and down towards the Woodthorpe flats.

On the limp along, I had thought about the painful toes. Had I not been drying between the toes properly and got a fungal infection perhaps?

As I tackled the steep walk down the hill to the flats, the children’s play area was being used well today. Picnickers, dogs barking, children swearing and spitting, parents smoking and drinking, the humming noise from the radios, I even caught one bloke having a wee-wee against a tree! Ah, summer in Nottingham eh?

I call in at Olive’s, and her wonderful smile greeted me again, and all felt well. She told me some of her past life. She was in great pain, that was evident, but she didn’t complain. Bless her. After a chinwag, kiss and a cuddle, I had to make as much haste as I could to get back to the flat and use the throne.

That achieved, I got down in the £300 second-hand recliner to have a proper look at the painful middle toe.

The photograph came out a bit brighter than it actually was, but, how come I didn’t notice this earlier when I got up and had my shower? And, on the fourth toes nail, I thought it was dirt under the nail, but it turned out to be another blood-spot coming?

I got the fodder ready.

Some pork loin, roasted onions, mushrooms, egg thingies in breadcrumbs, red and yellow tomatoes, pickled beetroots, cucumber, gherkins and orange peppers… oh, and the chips recommended by my cyber pal Martin too.

Enjoyed this a lot, I got my hurtingly tired and worried self down in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch TV, fully expecting to nod-off, I didn’t. Hours later I put on a Law & Order SVU DVD, and watched all five episodes on it without nodding off! (Honest!) In the early hours of the morning, I put in the other DVD part-two, at last, after two episodes I nodded off! Hurrah!

Inchcock Today Thurs 4 Aug 2016. Good start: Help from M and C, British Gas hassle joined by Duo Denal, Anne Gyna and Dizzies in making it a horrible day!

Thursday 4th August 2016

Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and to the wetroom for a WRHD job. The senna tablets seem to be working then? I’m glad I did now, the sky from the kitchen window was astounding. Took the photo at the top of this page.

Back into the now not working £300 second-hand recliner chair. Around 0300hrs, I sprang awake and lay there pondering about the dream I’d had, an odd one even for me as I recall. Underground tunnels, mining equipment and blokes bringing what looked like natural rocks to me to be cleaned with a jet power thingy… I then shaped each one into a ball and bowled it along a tunnel, and a bloke appeared each time out of a hole in the roof and displayed a score card? Beats me!

WRWW and a sudden decision that as I’d woke up so early, I’d get caught up with the laundry.

By 0315hrs, I’d got the laundry going in the washing machine and was on my way back up to the flat and started this post going.

0350hrs: Back down and moved the laundry to the dryer. Back to the apartment again and updated this and finished yesterday’s Diary of Woe off.

0450hrs: Back down, a lady arrived and put her washing in the machine, and I got the dried clobber folder so that they need to come out so as to fit in the airing cupboard, into my bag. Cleaned the filter and wiped the machine. Another well-tanned tall lady I’d not seen before arrived, and she wanted to dry only, she started to put her things in the dryer I’d cleaned and vacated. I had to point out nicely to her, that the other lady’s washing would be done in 22 minutes, and she would need the dryer. She was not very happy about it, but I was glad I was there to stop her. Otherwise, the first woman would come down to use the dryer after using the washer, and she’d have to wait 50 minutes. Folk who use both machines have to take priority over those tenants with a washer who only want to use the dryer?

Quite busy early this morning in the laundry room. The other dryer now has a notice on it informing us that a new machine is on order, the sign was dated June 26!

I put away the attire and after a WRWW made a cup of tea and back on the laptop.

Spent three hours on the latest TFZer series, in between WRWW visits. Huh! Then got the nibbles and photographs ready for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour. BJ is coming today he said on the phone last night.

Did the ablutions. Took the rubbish to the chute. Set off to the Winwood Tenants Social Hour at the Community Shed.

Very few people there today, the least ever since I’ve been going there. And yet, it was one of the most enjoyable. BJ came and entertained us, William and Eddie were in fine form. I left a little earlier than usual for me, so I got back to the flat promptly for the cleaning ladies, just as well too.

Cheryl & Maggie, owners of the M&C Home Cleaning Ltd arrived, they set to sorting the bedroom out, incredible speed and commitment.

Later I updated the poster card I made, I’d got the names on the wrong ladies. (Left)

They even fitted the curtains for me! Then cleaned the windows for me in the front room. They even said they’d see if they could get the shortened for me!

I was so thankful and over the moon! Real Angels these two ladies!

Just before they finished, they informed me I’d had a letter delivered… guess who from… British Gas with another Red Demand for payment to the meter they told Warden Dean Walker a few days ago (For the third time!) had been Cancelled!

The ladies must have seen how this affected me, and they ran Deana and asked her to call and see me once again Sort out this horrendous situation.

This time, French-owned British Gas threatened me that they would get a legal entry warrant and replace the non-existent meter with a payment meter, I’d lose my Credit Rating, and they will pass on my details to Credit Collection Agency!

The girls departed leaving my flat much neater and organised for me. Bless them!

Warden Deana arrived a bit later, and took the paperwork, saying she is going to contact them by email this time, so she has a record, and off she went, too.

Heard nothing back from her yet.

Worried, anxious bothered and uptight again now. Got some chips in the oven to have with some Bochek pork loin, beetroot, tomatoes, orange peppers, gherkins and bread. I always seem to want to eat when I’m under pressure. Tsk!

Did a bit of hoovering then I updated this diary of woe once again. Then updated today’s events to the British Gas TrustPilot comment.

The ulcer joined Anne Gyna in making it a lousy night for me.

Had the nosh, and sat fretting about the British Gas situation – even if I have to pay this bill for the mystery second meter – Why has no one been in touch about it?

Well fed-up, in pain and depressed now!

The fodder looked inviting and tasty, but my spirits didn’t allow me to enjoy it as I should have.

One hell of a sedulous, busy worrying day.

And the weight-scales were playing up again… up, being the optimum word! Hehe!

Dizzies came on, and I felt awfully confused.

Oh, and I didn’t have time to do any Facebooking – must try to catch up tomorrow if I can.

What a day!

Inchcock Today Wed 3 Aug 2016: Busy day for Inchcock

Wednesday 3rd August 2016

0425hrs: Stirred into life, desperately trying to recall the dreams I’d been having. Really annoying that I couldn’t, just senses and bits of them. They were from my younger years I think.

That half a Senna tablet I took last night, had done the job partially, and the urge for a WWHD was soon received from my innards – the first job required, getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair took a while and some ingenuity on my behalf; It had stuck half way up/down. Extracting myself without any harm to the chair or myself was not easy, but I managed it. By then the urgency was far greater, a painful rapid as possible hobble and a stubbed toe later, I was on the throne! Push, pain, massive plonk! Phew! And, no bleeding!

The new scales had apparently stuck at 14st 4lb from yesterday – they’re broken I tell yer… Hehe!

To the kitchen, the kettle on I cleaned the stuff I’d left soaking in the sink last night. Applied some antiseptic cream to the scolded finger.

Put the washing stuff in the cupboard (Well, the cleaners are coming today – hehe!)

Outside, the drizzling might have encouraged me back for another WRWW?

Laptop on to update the diaries then took the medications and a mega-dizzy hit me. I nearly fell off the chair. Frit me that one did… but okay after ten minutes and then back on with the WordpPressing.

Another WRWW.

Posted off the diary for Tuesday and did some graphicalisationing, and started this one off.

Many hours and WRWW trips later, I stopped and thought about getting my ablutions done – went to check if any mail had arrived and clonk!

I caught the shower power switch on the wall… Again!

Got in the wetroom and started shaving and the doorbell rang! I’d got the timing wrongs for the girls to arrive for titivating the flat. The two gals came in and made a start while I finished me shave and shower.

Maggie and Lynn joined Shakita and Cheryl a few minutes later, and they got fitting the curtain rail for me.

Tomorrow, they will be bringing the curtains and fitting them too and as well!

They got on with it and soon had the rail up and ready.

Meanwhile, Shakita got on and did the kitchen including the windows.

No surfaces done, cause the time ran out, but the windows looked rather professionally done to my mind.

Shakita got on with the wetroom for me, then the pair of them did the hoovering and dusting in the front room.

We managed a little nattering session while they do so.

I might have the names mixed up – Tsk!

They collected the drawer cabinet to take away for me. And, off they went, not before I took a photo of them all, to make a poster for them when they had left.

I can show it and email it to them if they like tomorrow when then Lynn and Maggie return to fit the curtains for me.

The carrots and peas – had a little Whoopsiedangleplop earlier. I had the brainwave of adding a half a spoon of mint sauce to them in the Crock-Pot… Ahem, I tapped the open jar and ‘Plop’, the whole lot went in! Watered it down.

Then I got the chops in the oven and updated this to here. I’ll see if it is eatable now…

Carried on lap topping and it was soon ready. The veg seemed none the worse or the dropping into the Crock-Pot of the jar of mint sauce.

The little lamb chops were delicious, absolutely divine!

Went round to see Olive. She’d had a bad day with her hip pains, so I stayed a while having a chinwag and tried to cheer her up a bit. I had to leave, due to the demand for the throne, Olive understood, bless her.

Back to the flat, WRHD (No blood) and I almost collapsed afterwards, sudden weariness again. All I did (Between the many WRWW’s) was try to watch the TV. During which, I got seven calls on the landline, each time it stopped before I could get out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and to it, I moved the phone nearer the chair and caught the next one – but was none the wiser as to who called, as it was a recorded message, something like “____ SLS message, ________ ____ __ ____ ___ to accept ___ _____ ___” No idea, so I hung up and got no more calls?

Sleep was late coming.

A Busy day indeed.

Inchcock: His Guide for your new Wet-Room usage for the elderly

Now a dynamic 71-year-old veteran of his new Wet-Room for over eight weeks, Inchcock offers guides, tips and advice, aimed at any Nottingham City Homes Independent Living tenants dwelling in any of their excellent flats, from his own experience. Please be aware before reading further: This article may cause concern, fretting, shock, disbelieve and an apprehensive condition to any readers of a sensitive nature or who play Bingo.

Your bathroom will be turned into a spacious looking WetRoom for you, by the wonderful Nottingham City Homes maintenance team, above are the results from Inchies.

Be aware, they will tell you, you’ll have to manage for three or four days while the work takes place, without a bath or shower. Perfectly understandable, and you will appreciate the given warning. Unfortunately, it will actually take fourteen days and two to let the floor settle before you can use your new shower from the commencement of the work.

If you are lucky, as I was, the chap who comes to do the job will be a grand bloke, who explains everything to you, is on time and cleans up after himself persistently and meticulously.

He took pride in his work, and I was most impressed with him.

Thanks mate!

After around the twelfth day, the electricians will arrive. They will not introduce themselves, they’ll just turn up and start working.

You can, when you realise they are they, sneak out and take a photograph of them.

The older one will not even notice, but the young lad saw the camera and posed for me immediately.

The older one didn’t say a word to me for to days, not until it came time for him to tell me about the shower workings. He did this is about 30 seconds, and I couldn’t understand a word he said, partially due to hearing difficulties and partly due to the speed in which he spoke unsmilingly, as they rushed off.

You may find, as I did, that they had fitted a dirty used double light switch for you in your hallway.

But, beggars can’t be choosers, can we now?

After all, we are not being charged for it, you know! The Occupational Therapy man Joel has interviewed you and decided you needed this doing.

You’ll also find pretty soon after the electricians have gone, the place will need cleaning up after them.Just as well I’d invested in a new cordless cleaner int it?

Just as well I’d invested in a new cordless cleaner int it? Mind you, the battery only last for forty minutes, so it ran out while I was removing the electrician’s bits of wire, broken off plastics, lumps from the wall and I’m still finding bits here and there now.

The power for the shower switch will be located somewhere where it will be easy for you to walk into it as you pass by.

I assume this is a standard positioning from the antisocial, superior acting, know-all, I’m better than you, snotty Nottingham Homes Maintenance electricians?

I can vouch for the size, solidity and potentially hazardous positioning of this box.

However, I waffle on too much, I do apologise.

I’ve made a graphicalisation of some of the risks pertinent when using your new shower.

I hope will be of help too!

Inchcock Today Tue 2 Aug 2016: The new scales are definitely broken! I think…

Tuesday 2nd August 2016

Dienstag 2 August 2016

0410hrs: I sprung into life with a jump! I’d dreamt of amazing things, can’t really remember the fine details, I was so sorry I’d woke up?

A welcome indication of the need for a WWHD arrived from the lower regions. Along with the belief that I wasn’t ready yet to perform this duty, encouraged me to climb out of the shuddering wobbly £300 second-hand recliner chair and into the kitchen, kettle on, took the medications with half a Senna tablet and a cup of nice strong tea.

Gawd, it was cold this morning! The thermometer on the kitchen wall read 61°f Nippy that for August?

Arthur Itis was much easier, Anne Gyna was kind to me, Rea Flux still playing up mind, Duo Denal okay and the ankles and legs had gone back down a lot, far less swelling. I thought, perhaps with the water retention so much better, surely my weight must have gone down. So, to the throne in the wetroom for a WRHD session. Less painful a struggle today, but a bit of bleeding from the rear end. Took a while too.

So, now the leg water had declined, I’d had a WWHD surely I was ready to mount the dreaded scales…

Huh!

The heaviest ever this time!

I don’t want you to think I was depressed or angry with myself.

But I was, sad and angry with myself. Stumpshagglenob!

I got the nurses nibbles in the bag ready for the INR Warfarin blood test later in the day.

Feeling a bit down now, I got the laptop on to start the diaries and graphicalisationing on the TFZer project.

Ablutions carried out, nibbles, Anticoagulation card, empty jars and bus pass in pockets and off down on the walk to the surgery.,

Called at the bottle bank down the road and deposited the jars, then stood on the end corner viewing the allotment area.

I love the green scenery, and the scarecrow someone had made! Hehe!

The blackberries were coming on, many fully ripe now.

Down the hill, up Mansfield Road and down again into Carrington. Took my time and got even slower after half way as the feet began to sting something horrible!

Booked in with the surgery receptionist and waited to be called in – which I wasn’t, because I didn’t hear the nurse calling and she had to come and tap me on the shoulder.

Nive chinwag while she took the blood, she even asked how Olive was keeping. Nice that! Handed over the nibbles.

Out and down the road into the Lidl insult giving shop. Got some bits and the new chap on the checkout gave me a foreign coin in the change and didn’t say thank you. I gave him the coin back informing him he could keep it!

The feet were worse now. Caught the bus back to Sherwood and waited at the bus stop on the other side of the road for twenty minutes for an L8 bus to arrive to take me right to the flats. Two tenant ladies joined me later.

The L8 didn’t come, but a number 40 did, but that does not take up to the flats, but two bus stops up Winchester Hill is better than walking.

When we got there, I acted gentlemanly and assisted the two ladies off the bus.

They shot off at high speed up the hill to the flats.

I could not keep up with them. Tsk and bother, thought I might get a talk with them on the way, but no!

A painful limp and I was back at the flats.

I made a brew and got the laptop on – spent more hours doing more work on graphicalisationing on the TFZer project.

Called to see how Olive was, beautiful and radiant she was too! A chinwag and she rubbed in the pain gel for me in the areas I could not reach.

Her grandson arrived, and we had a further talk, then I gave her a cuddle and went back to the flat.

Got some beans in the saucepan to have with the pork pie, while I updated this tosh.

Here it is on the left.nosh

Not the most inspiring dish of fodder I know, but I enjoyed it.

Curried baked beans, yellow peppers, sour pickled gherkins, a tomato and half a pork pie (Naughty). Followed by a banana and dessert, that guilt prevented me from eating all of it.

Put the dishes it to soak in the sink and checked the TV magazine. T’was one of those nights when there was so much I would have liked to have viewed, all on at the same time, Tsk!

Not that it mattered in the end, cause I soon nodded off and kept waking every few minutes having no idea what the plot or storyline was all about, or even what I was trying to watch actually.

Inchcock Today Monday 1 Aug 2016: Up early for laundry… WRHD problems…

Monday 1st August 2016

Woke around 0335hrs: Struggled out of the refusing to work this morning £300 second-hand recliner chair, trod on me picker-up and bent the arm, swore and off for a WRWW.

Feeling drained still, but knew the washing needed doing early so I could get things ready for the cleaner-boss-lady who Olive is bringing to see me later. Also, I’d got a fodder delivery coming soon.

Got the dirty laundry readied and set off down to the laundry room. Into the washer (the clothes, not me like) and back up to the flat. WRWW, not WWHD yet.

Cuppa and took the medications, laptop on to start this off, to the wetroom for a WWHD, but after a bit of pain trying to pass, I failed. Oh dear, more bother?

Put a cloth and cleaner into the bag to wipe down the laundry room with, and found the Vitoria Wood book I’ve been searching for for a few days in the bag!

Did a bit of graphic making to use later, the back to the throne to try again… Huh! Waste of effort that was, much pushing and urging, blasts of escaping wind and pongs between verbal curses, I gave up and went down to the laundry room to titivate it and collect the washing.

0555hrs: The day was breaking when I got down to sort the washing out.

Got the clothes in the bag, cleaned the filter out on the dryer, cleaned the grotty powder trays and took a photo out through the foyer outer doors.

Not cold at all.

Back up to the flat and deposited the clean gear in the airing cupboard and hung some up.

Another attempt at a WRHD, failed again, made another cup of tea and took a senna tablet.

Checked the calendar. Morrisons delivery 0700>0800 hours, the cleaning lady boss (and Olive I hope) sometime after 1230hrs. Perused the emails. Did some Facebooking.

Updated this diary and did some graphicationalising and some more Facebooking – far too long really.

The Morrison delivery arrived, no substitutions or missing goods. The frozen new Zealand minted lamb chops looked beautiful, and now I have some more oven chips in stock to leave out of the freezer and melt like the other day. (Tsk!)

Got my ablutions done, in readiness for Olive and the cleaning company boss to call. Grand shower, weighed me… but, let’s not talk about that eh. (A cough!)

The hygiene ladies arrived with Olive who introduced them to me. Much patient verbal help was given, and we agreed once a fortnight visits, starting this Wednesday. They have some curtains for me to use, and said they would fit them!!! Bless their cotton socks!

I went back to Olive’s with them and gave her the Freesia flower bouquet and she told me off but gave me a kiss (Readers, forgive me while go all gooey for a moment please). I can go and see her after 1400hrs tomorrow. INR Warfarin Blood test at 1230hrs, so this fits in nicely. Nice change that.

Back to the flat and got the nosh on. Stew, potatoes with cabbage ( I know I’m not supposed to each cabbage nowadays, but there as there are only very few grammes in it?) I’ll put a beef slice in with it after ten minutes, then they will both hopefully, be ready at the same time… Oh, better do it now… all done and in the oven.

I really did enjoy this fodder, the cabbage potato tasted so good.

Got the meal and checked if owt was on the box to watch.

Some very old Top Gear programmes were on.

I took an extra Senna tablet with the medications, to hopefully avoid a late and painful WRHD session in the morning.

For a change, I nodded off earlier than of late, and in a more contented state?

Inchcock Today Sun 31 Jul 16: Woke up to a right mess?

Sunday 31 July 2016

I awoke with a start around 0230hrs. I’d been dreaming of the flat being full of what must have been 20 or more ladies visiting me, happiness and joy flowed, and I almost felt pain with so much contentment! We drank the drinks in turn, as I didn’t have enough cups in the cupboard – The tales they told me, were wonderful – I think they had a helicopter on the roof waiting to take them home?

I did my best to get back to the dream when I nodded off again, of course without any success! Humph!

I stirred again around 0500hrs, but felt so tired still, and with no demands for a WRWW or WRHD being made on me, I allowed myself to drift off again. Gone 0630hrs when for some reason I woke and thought it was Monday; Oh, the Clinic Visit, the cleaning lady coming to discuss terms and the… Hang on, I thought, it’s Sunday!

I think things must have been getting to me last night, the empty spring Water bottle was laying across the room near the mini-Hoover, tissues were on the chair the Ottoman and me!

The TV remote had been placed between the two glass cases on the chair arm?

I got out of the noisy but operating £300 second-hand recliner chair, turned on the light and for the third time this year, the bulb blew! Got on the steps and apprehensively, dodderingly changed the bulb. This bulb came from the same box as the one that had just blown, but seemed so much brighter?

Hobbled (Arthur Itis not being nice to me this morning) to the wetroom for a WRWW and WRHD. Blood flowed this morning. Not from ‘Little Inchy’, although he was very tender, from Haem Aroids.

To the kitchen, to find that last night, getting out the lamb chops from the freezer, I had left out a big bag of chips. This had now become a soggy, smelly clump of semi-mashed potatoes on the draining board!

Stepped onto the scales… but enough of the bad news for now…

Wasn’t doing too well yet today, was I? Huh!

Back to the wetroom for another WRWW and stubbed my toe on the trolley wheel! Feeling a bit, what’s the word I’m looking for? Er… Sorry for missen? Frustrated? No, peed-off perhaps.

Things would get better I told myself.

Made a cuppa and got the medications, dropping the pot and pills on the way to the laptop desk. Great fun finding them as they scattered all over. There is still a 15mg Morphine Sulfate and 400mg Trental Pentoxifylline tablet somewhere in the room that need rescuing, but I can’t find them! Tsk! Got one of each from the reserve stock drawer.

I’ve just read up to here… depresses me, never mind any poor reader! Stick with me please, it is bound to get more cheerful later? Haha!

Started the graphics for this page and started to create it. Did a good bit of Facebooking.

Carried out my ablutionisationing, shower, shave, teggies, medicating and freshening up.

Then, out to the shop to get the TV magazine and owt else I saw that I might fancy.

Walking up the gravel footpath hill, I hit on an idea for a good photograph when the sun came out behind me, and a blackbird landed nearby to collect some twigs it seemed…

Here is the end product.

I can’t understand how I’ve not been discovered and hired to work for the National Geographic, The Times or even the Beano? (Is that still going I wonder?)

To the top and left down the Woodthorpe Park footpath to Mansfield Road, and another Nottingham Pavement/Footpath Cyclist came close to hitting me, after passing very close to the girls in the photograph behind him, making them jump!

He was totally oblivious to this fact.

I plodded on and got to the paper shop and got a TV magazine and a Nottingham Bygones paper.

Went to the Co-op and got a wholemeal loaf, some tomatoes and bananas.

The limp back to the flat was getting painful as the feet joined in with Arthur Itis making walking hurt a bit.

On my way back up the Woodthorpe Park footpath, I stopped for a moment to enjoy the surroundings.

Nothing glamorous, exciting or dramatic, I just thought the sight of the dogs happily romping, the kids asleep in their prams, a pensioner who had brought his own cushion sat on a bench reading his Sunday Newspaper (Sun on Sunday I think), combined with the sun coming out again and the pleasant weather was worth recording and cheered me up a bit.

Up to the top and right down to the flats, I walked (Well, limped slipped and tripped) down through the Copse. Inside, there were no flowers whatever, loads of bird poo, human detritus and damaged trees? As I got out into the sunshine and walked through the field to the bottom on the gravel footpath, the flowers were everywhere. No idea what these were called, but they were facing in every direction?

I called in to see if Olive was alright on my way home. She was in fine form.

Glad to get my shoes off and slippers on, I shuffled for a WRWW.

Emptied the bag of purchases and stored them away.

Had a quick look at the TV paper, and found some stuff to watch tonight. You watch it now – three nights of no nod-offs and couldn’t get to sleep…

Decided on a salad tonight. Pate, tomatoes, gherkins, peppers… I’d had some chips with it if I hadn’t left them out of the freezer last night. Huh!

Made a cuppa and got on the laptop to update this tosh.

Made an order for some fodder from Morrisons, for delivery Monday 1st August 2016 twixt 1000>1100hrs.

Suddenly feeling a bit drained here, oh dear.

The meal was okay.

I wasn’t.

The first bread I’d eaten for a week now. (Smug mode adopted)

Lifeless, limp and longing for sleep. Spent ages watching the TV, then DVD’s waiting to fall asleep.

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