
Monday 22nd January 2018
Hindi: सोमवार 22 जनवरी 2018
Made a brew and took the medications.
Got the computer on to update diaries.
Spotted a new poster on the elevator corridor wall, and made a note of the date, to add to the calenders later.
Hobbled to the washing room and got the things into the washer. Back up in the lift to the apartment and had a wee-wee. Then made another cup of tea to replace the one that had gone cold.
Apart from feeling phenomenally tired, the ailments were not severe.
Topped-up the soap capsule and freshener pots ready for the next visit. I did not wash the dressing gown or towels so they will need doing soon.
Did the Health Checks for this morning and collated last weeks one for the nurse.
Got the Sunday post almost finished.
Then off to the Porcelain Throne. The left ear was found to be bleeding behind the tab-hole? Harold’s Haemorrhoids were bleeding extensively, but not a patch on how Little Inchies fungus lesion was profusely bleeding. Once more, I was glad I was wearing the protection pants. I cleaned up all but Little Inchy, I’ll do that later when I have the shower. Far easier to do it then, no less painful, but definitely less bothersome.
Took this photograph through the lobby doors. Drizzling with rain again, but there was no snow at least. And it didn’t feel too cold out there.
Into the laundry room.
Then got them into the bag.
Cleaned the filter and wiped the casings of the machines.
Back up to the twelfth floor.
Finished off the Sunday diary and got it posted off, at last.
The dreaded wet and warm sensation came from the lower regions. Oh dear!
Harolds Haemorrhoids were leaking again. Cleaned up, applied the cream and change into another new set of protection pants. Blooming good job I’ve had Michael’s help and plenty of them in hand! (As if to put it!)
Made a start on this load of falderal. 0500hrs: Getting up to here, then went to the WordPress Reader page. Followed by a visit to the comments section.
Then, on to Facebooking.
Ablutions and medicationalisationing tended to. Not a pleasant task, sorting the fungal lesion out.
So I nipped back to the Batchelor-Pad and quickly collected them, and off out to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens shed on Chestnut Walk. Had a natter with some residents in the foyer on the way.
The morning was looking a tad gloomy. Got in the shed and asked Lynne about the Heater lessons and Robin Hood dates and times, to confirm them. Not easy this task, as both hearing aid batteries had run out?
Out to the bus stop and another good chinwag with other residents there. I found that four of our apartment block clan have died this year so far – None of them was pleased with their new radiators or increased costs of running them. Yet, a smile and laugh emitted from most of them. A few are well known to be affected by geliophobia, bless them.
I had an enjoyable natter with the lovely lady on the bus from the 13th floor. I only got three answers in the crossword en route, and (I’m ashamed to say, I do not know the ladies name… well, can’t remember it, Tsk!) she gave me one of those answers. I had a feeling of cingulomania for a moment but controlled myself. Hehe! I found two batteries in the bottom of the bag and fitted them in the hearing aids.
I thought about calling at the centre to get some new hearing aid batteries but remembered that they are closed on Mondays.
Sad I know, but those in charge of things, the hierarchy doesn’t seem to be too concerned about this state of affairs. Or at least if they are, they’re not letting on.
I made my way slowly toward the bus stop. Passing on Long Row a so-called Street Sleepers den in front of yet another closed down business.
I caught the bus back to the flats, no fellow-tenants got on en route today.
Once in the flat, I put away the purchases and did the Health Checks and imbibed the medications.
Got the fodder sorted, a bit of big one this time. (Too big, I left a lot of it, Tsk!)
A mixed rating gave for this dollop of nosh. From 1.5/10 to 9.7/10. Don’t know what that makes the average for the meal though. Let me use the calculator for this… Average 7.09/10 I think.
Herbert upstairs continued his occasional tapping and banging, while I reset the blooming thing for the third time! Guess what…
Many years ago my old boss at the Co-op store I was working at, told me: “You are an Accident-Disaster-Prone-Kunzite!” I’d just stabbed myself while boning out some shoulder bacon. If only he knew how right this was going to prove to be all these years later! Hehe!
Peed off with meself now. I got the last Health Checks and medications taken? Then returned to the TV with renewed confidence and determination to get it right this time. I lied there!
I wet through the updating bit, then slowly and gingerly deleted the channels not required – then even more carefully, the last screen where I select the options. Made sure I chose the East Midlands… and… Wallah! Got it right! Hurrah!
Of course, by then the programmes I wanted to watch had been long gone. Tsk! Very late for me to be still awake, yet I turned on the DVD to watch some Torchwood Episodes. Selected the first episode I wanted to view and fell to sleep. I woke several hours later and turned off the DVD.
Written by Nottingham’s most frustrated Pensioner. Hehe!
Drop and mop and got the bends. Pretty talented. It looks like whoever was driving the little blue and white car had an epileptic seizure trying to drive through those zig-zag stripes. Your mood photo is excellent. I like your food grading. Beets are never very good. I rarely eat them myself. Are you going to go the RobinHoodEnergy meeting or whatever it is? You need to get the health system pay Nurse Nichole take care of you. It would be a great deal for all concerned. That would also help straighten up your bent mop pole.
Thanks, Tim.
After words with an advisor on Heating Economy, I found that the Robin Hood Energy is far from the cheapest to use. She is sorting some quotes out for me, bless her.
I think something odd is happening with the beetroots lately, Sir. They all seem to have lost their taste and are being sold as hard as rocks. I wonder if someone has found a way to power engines with beetroot and are ensuring they can get supplies by stopping people eating them? I think I’m losing it here you know, the mind just wanders off on its own route. Hehe!
How I wish I could afford some domestic help. Still, being impoverished takes the mid off of ohtr things to worry about. What am I saying… there is nothing I don’t fret over. Hahaha!
I fear the bent mop, will never be same again.
Cheers Sir.
I often wonder about my wandering mind. I try to get the cats to help around the house, but they are only know how to make messes, and can only clean up if it involves food.
Haha, thats felines for you.
Makes me jealous sometimes doesn’t it?
I don’t half-miss Lady and Cyril.
Cheers.