Thursday 23rd March 2017
Tamil: வியாழக்கிழமை 3 வது மார்ச் 2017
Got out of the wobbly shaking unbalanced £300 second-hand recliner and off to the porcelain room. Very little sleep again last night.
I pondered on the dream, Olive’s condition and the banking fiasco, I felt more down than I have done for a good while. The thought of the Thursday Tenants Social Hour did not cheer me up.
Still, no bleeding again this morning. I got the nibbles and prizes for the Social Hout raffle ready.
Made a brew, took the medications and did the first Health Check.
Finished off and posted Wednesday’s Inchcock Today, did some graphicalisationing and started this one off.
Sneezing a bit this morning.
Worked on the graphics some more for hours.
Viewed the news about the cowardly killer in London. Words cannot help coming from me this time, or next time. Sadness is in my heart. I will try my best not to refer to this again in my blogs, it hurts so. Sorry.
Did my ablutions and readied the things, the raffle prizes and nibbles, for the Social Hour and set off, taking the glass jars to the recycling bin on the way. Everyone there seemed determined to have a good time this morning. Defiance I think? No one mentioned anything other than normal.
I gave 94-year-old Eddy a loaf of Polish bread, and he seemed happy to get it, bless him. Gave my raffle tickets to 86-year-old Bill (William on Sundays) and felt tickled pink when he won five prizes. I’ll give them (the raffle tickets) to some else next week. I enjoyed a few decent nattering sessions on the day.
Back to the flat and got the things in the bag to go to see the new Bank Manager in Sherwood. I’d got a new ID letter from the Council, but felt very confused as to what I was doing. I could do with some help really. I knew I had to try out the old replacement card from the old bank to make sure it worked. And I wanted to get clarification about what further ID was required. The new statement from the State Pension people had not yet, arrived.
I met some new tenants on my way out. Two of them spoke and talked, the other was a bit aloof. Maybe through his being new?
To the end of the road, taking a lovely photo of the dock leaves and nettles coming into bloom.
Despite everything going on, I do appreciate the new growth that the coming of Spring brings with it.
Just up the road a bit, I saw such beauty again in one of the tree’s roots and gave myself a moment or two admiring nature as I had not done before I moved into this flat and the amazing scenery and greenery that surrounds it.
I thought my struggle with the ailments, the bank and the depression are nothing compared to nature’s beauty in it’s fight each and every year.
I turned the corner and down Winchester Street toward Sherwood, and took yet another photographicalisation that I found remarkable.
Pressed on hobbling down and over Mansfield Road and into the bank.
Joined the queue and tried to sort my brain out with what I had to ask. When my turn came, I approached the lady and asked if it was possible for me to have a word with the manager. I was informed he was away on holiday this week but would be back next week on Tuesday. I could have cried after all that effort sorting the paperwork and getting my head around things!
I departed after having a little none-insulting moan, to the lady.
Out and tried the card in the ATM, it accepted the old code, so at least I know I can get to the money now. I had feared the card might have gotten swallowed up by the machine. All were working.
Crossed over and down the hill and went into the Polish shop and got a small continental loaf and some roast belly pork with herbs.
Then up the hill and went into Wilko and bought Dettol, Lavender Antiseptic Disinfectant (Excellent value at £2 a bottle), Citrus Men’s Deodorant Even better value at 50p a small spray), Spectacle cleaner Not cheap, but very good, and a pot of Cod liver oil capsules Good value at 85p.
Out and up the hill, over the top and down to the entrance to Woodthorpe Grange Park and through the gates, up the path.
The day was windy but not cold, and the sunshine, hazy at times was very pleasant.
Very few pets or people about as I entered.
The coming lush greenery was a pleasure to behold.
A few hundred yards up the footpath and lady overtook me., then a Footpath Cyclist appeared
Then a Footpath Cyclist appeared at the top of the hill coming in my way direction.By the time I’d got my camera out.
By the time I’d got my camera out, he almost level with me.
This chap was definitely a candidate for the next Olympics. Give him credit, he did move to the other side of the path in time as he flashed by.
The top of the hill as I turned right to go down by the Copse and the gravel footpath where I met 94-year-old Eddy feeding the birds the other day, the ground was mud covered and soggy?
I suppose there will be a logical, rational reason for this quagmire? But I can’t see why it was so at that moment?
I got into the flat and made use of the porcelain. Still no bleeding from either Little Inchy nor Haemorrhoid Harold. I was doing so well again healthwise. Only Anne Gyna was giving me much stick, even Duodenal Donald had eased off. So, no grievance in this department today.
I called Olive, gave it plenty of time ringing in case she was not moving very well, but no answer. I hope she is okay.
Updated this diary for an hour or two. Then tried ringing Olive again. Same situation, I am fretting, a bit now.
Did some Facebooking.
Finished off the latest TFZer Film Production graphic, from Sandie Lentz Films.
Tried to make it a little surreal with putting things from different time periods on it.
Reasonably happy with it.
Rang Olive and got an answer. She was having family call and stay with her, so didn’t want me to visit her until Monday at the earliest. I felt so pleased she was getting help, especially from her loving family, but a little weakly sorry for myself that I could not call to see her, but I did understand, and she managed to tell me off a bit, and that’s a good sign.
With mixed emotions, but gladness that she is home and sounding a bit better, I got the meal prepared.
Mushroom pate, beetroot, belly pork with herbs, soft and cheddar cheese, vegetable stuffing slices, pickled egg, soy mushrooms and some Marmite crisps. And bread and real butter. Followed by a luxury lemon curd yoghourt and a banana.
I couldn’t eat it all. But enjoyed what I did eat.
Suddenly feeling drained, I got the TV on (DVD still not working again, humph!) and promptly fell asleep.