
Monday 15th January 2018
Sesthoso: Mantaha 15 January 2018
0255hrs: After another night of very little sleep, and all of it seemingly in repeated five to ten-minute spells, I felt so tired. Forced my short-plump wobbly body mass out of the £300 second-hand recliner, to be met with Dizzy Dennis as I finally got up into a semi-perpendicular position. The brain joined the body shortly afterwards.
I decided that this morning, I will get down to the laundry room first-thing and do the washing.
Collated the clothes into the bag with the already prepared accoutrements and down in the ‘making a grating noise’ elevator.
I got back up to the flat sharpishly and to the Porcelain Throne. I was sure that things would be messy, but no. Just wind. Nothing else.
Down to move the stuff to the dryer. This was when I noticed the state of the machine. Whatever it was spilt or dropped onto the top of the dryer, it took some moving.
Bits of similar marks were removed from the sink. It had dried hard.
The filter, I’d never seen so clogged and dirty. I think that maybe some new
Back up to the dwelling and back in the wet room in another attempt at evacuation. All wind and aroma!
Made a brew and took a photo from the kitchen window.
Got the Health Checks done and took the medications. Made up last weeks record card.
I saw that Jenny had some different posters up on the lift lobby notice board. Well, I say new, I haven’t been out for two fun-filled days.
Up again to the apartment and got the clobber put away.
To the Porcelain Throne yet again. Still all wind and aroma!
Did an Emergency Wrist Alarm Battery Check. Told it was okay. Thanked the chap, and had to adopt an ‘Urgent Ooh’er Mode’ and get to the Throne ASAP! –
Things developed a little contrarily. Little Inchy was now bleeding,
Pressed on updating this post up to here, and then went to the WordPress Reader. Next to the comments, not many, so I visited Facebook.
Made another mug of tea. (The thirst is still lingering?)
Tended to the ablutions. Took all five black bags to the waste chute, and readied everything, remembering to take the Audio-Clinic book with me to get some more batteries.
The workmen were busy, deliveries coming in regularly.
Had to be careful on the wet leaves in the puddles and pavements.
The new higher crane had had its concrete blocks fitted.
Went into the shed and found Obergruppenfurheress Deana and Obergefreiteress Julie busy and just leaving on their duties. Quick greetings and off they poddled. Jenny and about six other tenants were in there, keeping dry and warm while waiting for the bus. A welcome and chinwagging session ensued.
Jenny asked if the radiator blocking the kitchen cupboard and drawer had been moved yet. I said no. I think it was only Thursday when I noticed this, and Jenny mentioned it to Deana, so I should hear something from them soon. So kind of Jenny to look after me.
I snapped this drab picture of the two blocks with the cranes showing. The one on the left was blowing about a bit in the wind. I also caught Roy, bless his cotton socks as he adjusted his lethal four-wheeled shopping trolly. Great chap Roy and his better half. I’m lucky in some ways here. Jenny, the Newcastle gal, Margaret, Deana, Julie, Roy and many other folks I consider as ‘Special’, and all might pull my leg, but they seem to give me time, and I love them all for that. Without them and my Cyber-Buddies, life would not be so good.
The rain got a little heavier as I made my way down into the soggy slab-square.
Crossed through the square and up Friar Lane, then right and along to the end of Maid Marion Way then left up Standard Hill to the Audio Centre. I have to mention that
As I arrived, I thought we were going to be in for a right storm. Darkness fell, and the rain turned into a drizzle, but by the time I’d crossed over to the clinic, it had brightened up a bit, and the rain stopped altogether? Weird that. Being as it was not open, I did not go in. Hehehe! But, not to worry, I can get some from batteries from SpecSavers. Which entailed me walking back the way I came from, Tsk! At least it was downhill this time.
Down to get the batteries, and called into the Poundland shop on Fletcher Gate en route. Maybe they will have some Payne’s brazils at this branch?
The Newcastle Lady and a bloke tenant were waiting alongside me. I Wished I were better at remembering names. She is a right character and lovely woman. We had a chat, and all got on the bus. We were soon back at the apartment. We both walked from the bus stop, having another chinwag. She got off at the floor below mine, we said our farewells and wished each other well, and I got in and id the Health Checks and visited the Porcelain Throne, and sat and waited for yonks! Blow me, back to all wind again this time?
Washed up well, and wiped the contact surfaces with antiseptic disinfectant. Best be safe I thought, with the ever-changing evacuations modes, and the non-stop thirst, something might be brewing-up, a cold perhaps. Getting wet again won’t help.
I stored the other bits I’d bought away and got the Health Checks and medications tended to.
Readings a bit up & down today. Hey-Ho!
Must get these trousers off and into the jammies, the legs and feet feel terribly cold now. All done! That’s a bit warmer now.
Not as enjoyable or good as the last one, but I still enjoyed this one. The Pork Pie was delicious. (Note I removed the fatty crust this time, due to the increase in my weight of late!)
Gave it a rating of 8/10.
After washing the pots and settling to watch a DVD, dear old Herbert above was clanking and banging away again. But it didn’t last for long this time.
I got the DVD on, fell asleep and woke with the phone tinkling away. Getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner and over to answer the ringing, I stubbed my toe on the Ottoman. It was my old mate, Mike. Saying he would visit me in the morning. I explained about the blood test I had in the morning, and he kindly thought about it and said he would call Wednesday morning if I was free, which I was, and informed and thanked him. I think, being half-asleep at the time. Great of Mick to call again.
It took a hell of a while to get back to sleep after the grey-cells had been activated again. They went off on their own thought patterns again, determined that I should solve the problems of the world. Haha!
Eventually, I got off to sleep a much-needed sleep, thankfully.
I tried to find Johnny Hart’s B.C. comic with a mole on your back, but I didn’t find it. It goes way back to the 70’s or so if I remember correctly. The weather looks really wet and dreary. Beside the cold temps at night, we are still having dry, sunny, relatively warm days. Food looks good, worthy to be ate and scored eight.
I tried a search too, Tim. No luck.
I like you word toying with ate and eight, mate! Hehe!
Blooming cold here this morning, and raining of course.
Dreamt of Cyril and Lady last night, woke up feeling sad.
Silly old fool! Tsk!
TTFN
The mate at the gate was late. He had to wait so he sat on a crate and ate a plate at 8:00 which he had to rate an eight. He then gained weight, not a great fate, but it did satiate.
You’ve been throwing yourself around again, you’ll have loads of bruises! I hope you’re having a good day today 🙂
Marci Mon Ami. XXX
TTFNski.
A huge laugh at the suspicious mole! Hilarious!
You are so right about the friends we share our time with!👍👍
Thank you Sir.
So glad you liked the graphic. Taketh care. TTFN