Thursday 30th March 2017

Russian: Четверг, 30 марта 2017 г.

0355hrs: Woke and for a moment thought was still within the dream I’d been having; Hit myself on the chest thinking for a moment I was still on fire! Can’t recall any real detail other than I was in Edwardian type clothing in a dungeon and the ruff I was wearing was burning along with my moustache?

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner to the porcelain throne, no bother with the heavy duty demands today. Although Haemorrhoid Harold had been bleeding thick red blood, none had leaked out or escaped to ruin or create more jammies to be washed. Good that, Hehehe!

The ailments were, all apart from Anne Gyna, being kind to me this morning. Little Inchy not blood at all, barely even feeling sore as well.

Got the bag ready for the Winwood Centre Tenant Social Hours, raffle prizes and topped up the box of nibbles, I’ve got a couple of Easter Eggs for extra prizes this week.

Made a brew and got the computer on and finished off yesterday’s journal.

Another call to the porcelain throne arrived, two within an hour?

All went well, same bleeding but not too excessive.

Made another brew and took the drugs and did the health checks.

I perused the record the statistics on my Excel page and thought things were looking good?

I thought of the upcoming ambrosia of the lamb hot-pot I was planning for tonight. I’ll make some caramelised lamb gravy to add to it. Hopefully, I’ll get the extra boiled spuds right today

I almost salivated at the thought. Just hoping that I don’t get the preparation wrong and spoil it.

Then the sweet thoughts deteriorated as I remembered I’ve got to go and see the bank manager today about the account farce, and genuine depression reared its ugly head again!

One thing that cheered me a bit was my getting the safety socket extension thingamajig with the on/off switches for the individual plugs. I’ve set it up to hand at the side of the dangerously rickety £300 second-hand recliner chair.

I feel a lot more confident knowing I can turn off whatever I’m not using. Seem to be using more than I ever have done in the passed. The recliner, mobile phone, the three different camera chargers, the torch charger, the large and the small vacuum chargers, the TV, the computer, printer, telephone, Virgin internet… on and on goes the list of electrical connections.

Something I’ve noticed and wondered if others in a similar position might have noticed: When I remember to place one of the picker-upper grabbers near the recliner, or the walking stick, or the torch… I don’t seem to need them that night. If I forget to place them handy, then I’ll need them? Just thought I’d mention it. Hehe! Am I fainéant or what?

Another call (The third!) to the porcelain throne!

Read the book a while during the evacuation procedure. The bleeding was no worse, though.

Decided to clean my teggies afterwards, used the manual brush – the broke and I stabbed my gums!

Another blood loss outlet was created. Tsk!

Rinsed the mouth out and gargled with TCP. By gum that tingled a bit! Hehehe!

I also noticed a new set of blotches appearing on my chin.

Better see how it goes, I can always call in at the dentist on the way to visit the bank manager later… I suppose.

Yet another brew made (determined to drink this one). Polished the 1963 sideboard thingy. Then got starting on this post.

Did some blogging.

Stopped to take a photographicalisation from the kitchen window with the new Panasonic camera. Not bad eh? But is it better than my beloved Lumix?

Then did some Facebooking for an hour or so.

Tended to the ablutions, titivating myself with citrus based soap and underarm spray.

Then got ready the things for the Tenants Social Hour meeting, but forgot to take the ornamental baby chickens for the Easter party. Tsk!

Took Olive’s empty jars down with me and dropped them in the recycling skip.

The session went very well I thought. Gave my raffle tickets this week, to May from Woodthorpe Court and she managed a win with them. That tickled me.

Ex-Obergruppenfurheress Penny informed us that next Thursday’s meeting would be on Friday, and Saturday Mornings Coffee meeting was cancelled.

Not so many there as last week, but as I said earlier, everyone seemed to enjoy it today.

Plodded back to the flat (Having a laugh and chinwag with some tenants in the lift). I got the paperwork for the bank and picked up the Easter Bunnies. Called at the Winwood Hut on the way and dropped off the bunnies.

Walked to the end of Chestnut Walk and right down Winchester Street Hill and into Sherwood.

It was very warm, despite the slightly dark sky and clouds.

Crossed over Mansfield Road and called in to see the bank to see the manager.

There was a queue, but he came out to talk to someone else, saw me and took me into his office.

He told me he was being moved to another branch next week, so would maybe not see me again. (He smiled at this point, a nerve-rackingly obnoxious smile! – Hehe). He assured me he would leave all my details for the new manager.

He then contacted the State Pensions People again and told them the requested details with the required information and the proper Post Code that they promised to send me 2½ weeks ago, had not arrived. I went through the question and answer I.D. procedure again with them and told them the manager could speak on my behalf. Again they said they would send one. Why do I feel uncertain about this?

Bid my farewells, with trepidation, incredulity, scepticism, suspicion and a certain amount of doubt lingering in my heart, and departed from the bank onto Mansfield Road.

Over the road and a hobble back up Winchester Street Hill.

Mother nature showing herself as she forced the new growth of the plants right through the wooden fencing along the pavement.

Around the bend in the road, I did try to take a photo of one single, and three different coloured daffodils in a garden that appealed, but the wind was too strong, and I could not get a decent shot.

This is the best of my efforts, but I was well disappointed with it.

The feet were beginning to ache and sting as I proceeded up the hill limping at an ever-decreasing rate of shuffling. Huh!

However, the good thing was Anne Gyna was most delicate with me.

I pondered over what I would end up eating today and decided the Lamb meal had a good date on it and opted to have some potatoes with the cooked meat I got from the Continental Shop yesterday… or was it Tuesday? I’m getting old yer know, Hehe! With some peas, beetroots and cheese perhaps. Oh, and some slow roasted and mini tomatoes?

Eventually, got back to the flats and into the wetroom and onto the porcelain throne. Yet another heavy duty session? Three now I think this day.

Got the potatoes on the boil and updated this blog.

Caught up with the Facebooking session I had to cut short earlier.

Got the fodder ready.

The roast tomatoes tasted alright, but I had a devil of a job chewing them, so tough, they annoyed the broken toothbrush made gash in my gum.

This I assumed was because tomatoes are out of season. The fresh ones available at the moment are horrible and bitter?

I shan’t be trying these again until the new season starts. The boiled potatoes were over cooked a bit, but the rest of it was fine, the beetroots, cheeses, silverskin onions, roast pork and vegetable slices.

Suddenly I felt proper fatigued and bone-tired out.

Tried to watch some TV, but it was a farcical effort.