Wednesday 3rd January 2018

0129hrs: I think yesterdays turmoil and computer hassle must have affected me more than I thought, cause I woke up in a right state. Surrounded with signs of nocturnal nibbling, an empty pop bottle in the middle of the room, the notepad wholly filled with unreadable scribble, the room light on, a waste bin on the chair next to the £300 second-hand recliner that I laid askew on, and feeling terribly confused.

However, by the time I had detached myself from the recliner, I realised that many of the ailments were to keep me company this day. Hippy Hilda, Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Dizzy Dennis, and Haemorrhoid Harold, all seemed to be having a go at the same time. Then, as I was absorbing this, Trotsky Terrence started, and a rush to the Porcelain Throne was required.

A messy session. Little Inchy was bleeding too. Cleaned things up and in the kitchen to take the medications and do the Health Checks.

I wasn’t surprised at the change in readings. My whole person and body is struggling to cope and seems disoriented, with chaotic thoughts rumble in the head, while the stomach rumbled inside.

So disappointed that I will not be able to visit Sister Jane for her Birthday, but I dare not risk going anywhere today in this state. Still, it’s something to look forward to later, even if belated. I can make the photo collage and sent it to her with a message. Oh dear, back to the Porcelain Throne…

Tsk, bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold and Little inchy now. Noticed as I returned to the computer, the howling winds outside had now been joined by the rain. I opened the window to take a photo and closed it post haste as the wind blew in.

I feel as if it should be the end of the day, weary and a feeling of self-loathing grew. None of the ailments is particularly bad, they seem to be sharing the responsibility of depressing me between them now – good teamwork! Hehehe!

I got yesterdays post finished off. Made another brew, and got on with making Jane’s graphic. Got them done and emailed it off to her.

Not feeling up to much yet. Went on Facebook. Not much in the comments, hangover attacks to blame methinks? Haha!

Went on WordPress Reader. Whoops, back to the Porcelain Throne. Not so messy this time.

Got a message telling me that my Norton supply needed paying and with new details. Got me in a right pickle trying to work through the downloading and setting up. Lost more hours of the day. I was on Google Chrome. Opened Firefox and the option to install Norton came up, but Firefox prevented this? Peed off again now! Computer playing up, nothing working right on the screen. Toolbars going up and down that should stay at the top. Must get some help from someone in the know, fear everything is going to go to pot!

Moved into Depression Mode! Restarted the computer again. Almost scared to touch anything now!

Got back to updating this post. Hoping the toolbars don’t start moving again.

WordPress not saving on Chrome now! Moved back to Firefox, then tried out CorelDraw to see whatever it is has affected it.

Had to open an auto-saved file and save it in the name of the old one and kept the earlier work?

Tried out some functions on it. Seems okay.

The hassle of yesterday and today, I blame for my feeling too tired and irritable. I’m going to sit down and hope to get some sleep.

Back in a bit.

0825hrs: Herbert is drilling and knocking away again upstairs. I heard him this time without the hearing aids in.

Had a look out through the window, then opened it and took a shot of below.

Off to do the ablutions, then it should be late enough for me to phone Sister Jane.

Got the ablution tended to. Noises very similar to the ones made by the workmen installing the heaters, drilling and banging etc. was coming from somewhere nearby? Then, the radio gave out Amber Warnings for winds 60 > 100 mph. Oh, dear! Far less bleeding this time from Little Inchy.

Tried ringing Sister Jane four times, each time I got ‘unavailable’. Tsk!

Got things ready and off, down in the lift and out into the wind.

I called at the Obergruppenfureress Warden’s Hut. Not many about, Deana who had to go out on her duties, Tenant John fast asleep and me. Tenant Glenda (I think) came in as I was going out to the bus stop. Where I found five residents and was soon joined by five others.

Little chinwags started, and Welsh Bill’s tales were about the problems he’s had with his installed heaters. First, they were too cold for the programmed heat. His electricity bill doubled. He complained to Nottingham City Homes, the Building company and the Manufacturers of the heaters. Eventually, they replaced his heaters last week with new ones. This was programmed at 21°. Yesterday he used it for the first time and woke up with it at 31°. Not bad, considering the instructions tell him the highest it can get up to is 29°s? He is off to complain again to the head office.

I told Mary I’d take the DVD sets for on tomorrow and checked she’d be in.

One the bus, I rang Jane’s hubby Pete, and he answered. Seems that Jane’s mobile is playing up. I can’t get to see them tomorrow for Jane’s birthday, so I asked if they would be in on Friday and if so, could I have permission to visit them in the gales and rain. They kindly granted me a verbal-visa to do so. Hehehe!

Dropped off in the drizzly windy City and made my way into Victoria Centre and went into Boots and up to opticians. I planned to ask them if they had any spectacles with large lenses and to make an appointment to get some. I perused those on display, but could not find any substantial enough. So, I joined the queue at the service desk.

My mind mused over while I patiently stood there with no movement in the line of hopeful spectacle wearers. By the time I’d worked out how to solve Brexit, sang the National Anthem all the way through and finished a crossword puzzle, I realised I was not going to get seen at the Boots Opticians today. So I left and went to the Next shop, where my luck was a little better.

Apart from the look of amazement at seeing an old man in the store wanting to buy Gift Voucher, she did serve me with one, and off I poddled to the Tesco Store.

I only got two pork knuckles and went to the young lady on the checkout, who didn’t speak much, as she undercharged me by 10p.

As I exited the mall, the rain had ceased, and I think the wind had dropped a bit too. But most of the populace looked rather glum as they went about their duties.

Even some Taximen were having an argument with each other.

I crossed the road and up into Trinity Square, where I took a photographicalisation of some expensive Bibelots in a jewellery shop window.

I intend to use on the TFZer site at a much later date.

Down Kings Walk over the road and down King Street into the City Centre. Where the money grabbing holiday season stall were packing up.

Some fascinating Nottingham Street Art was spotted near the Market Place.

I popped into the bookshop as there was some time before the L9 bus was due.

Nothing of interest was found.

So I had a hobble around the slab Square.

No smiling face, laughter or enjoyment burst forth from any of the well-wrapped-up Nottinghamian’s I passed by.

I made my back up Queen Street, where a couple of regular Christian’s were singing forth with “The Lord, is in my soul”. The bloke had got a guitar today, and the woman a tambourine.

One lady and myself waiting for the bus, which arrived on time, with the driver who always looks depressed yet talks nicely to us.

As the vehicle passed Sneinton, I took a picture of the Nottingham City Homes flats that had been modernised last year.

 I mentioned them some time ago, you might remember. These flats are the ones that were taken off of Night Storage heating and had some magical new ones that you just turn off and on when you want to! Not like ours being done now, which are still using night storage!

Their ones that turned out 30% cheaper to run as opposed my ones that are costing twice as much to run for many of our tenants who have already been converted! Humph! Hehe!

I got sidetracked there, sorry.

Got back to the flat, entered and was greeted with the noise of whoever it is flat having their radiators installed. I’ve no problem with this activity. Well, not the sound, it has to be done. Just the stories I’ve heard about some of the radiators costing twice as much to run, some not working, some working wrongly… Oh, shut up Gerry!

I put the meat in the fridge, the card for Jane on the bookcase.

I’m giving one of the pork knuckles to Jane and Pete (If I can get to see them that is on Friday) and one for the Obergrupperfureresses.

Took the midday medications and did the Health Checks.

Went for a wee-wee.

Then added the reminders to the Google and written calendars. Bit of an embarrassment found. I’d just told Jane and Pete I’d be up to see them Friday, and now doing the calendar transfer I find that the Willmott-Brown people are calling to shut off the heaters on that day!

Globdangerations! I’ll try to find out tomorrow if I need to be here or can go out. Tsk!

Updated this twaddle then. Still having problems with the computer.

Did the night Health Checks and took the medications.

Got the curried beans in the pan to have with a pork knuckle.

The noise, as is to be expected, horrendous from the fitting of the radiators. When they get around to doing mine, I’ll hibernate in the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens hut I think.

Had a look if owt worth watching is on the box, and there is.

Then got the fooder served up. A reet treat. A whole mini-pork-knuckle and curried baked beans, Scottish Plain Bread Not so good cause I took it out of the freezer, plain yoghourt with Golden Syrup and a large mug of Clementine Juice.

Very fair. 7.9/10 rating.

Settled in time to fall asleep watching Law & Order.