Tuesday 27th February 2018

Galician: Martes 27 de Febreiro de 2018

0030hrs: Woke with a resounding uplift in spirits, after nearly seven hours of sleep, I cannot recall waking more than once, either. Something wrong here, I felt, me sleeping for seven hours? Despite the dreams filling this time, I felt almost joyful. (Unless these were due to whatever it was I’d be dreaming about?).

No dysania or hesitating, out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to make a brew, and then needed the Porcelain Throne, worryingly without much-advanced warning either. But I got there in time, another messy job, but I’ve had far worse. Found myself singing. Scary!

This feeling that I had woken up a different person again bothered me a little. My EQ told me that the lochetic lousy-luck must soon attack. For there was no reason, that I knew of, for me to feel so buoyant. Nothing had changed from last night, and yet here I was, seeing the cup half-full instead of half-empty. None of the ailments was in a bad mood, the sore throat had eased considerably, even Harold’s Haemorrhoids had calmed down! This was not right – perhaps I was still asleep and dreaming?

I knew this was not so when I stubbed my toe on the bin in the kitchen when I returned there to collect my now not-so-hot mug of tea. Still, this did not concern me? Why the optimism? When would the devil-bad-luck strike again? I just knew he was due. Why was I thinking like this?

Memories flowed so smoothly from yesterday’s outing, I made way to the desk, to get these thoughts down quickly before I forgot them.

Got the computer on, and the damn thing was not letting me load photos again! Turned all off and rebooted, hoping for the best.

Server not found message came up! Then: There is no internet connection! I pushed the reset button on Virgin box – Flashing orange, no go again. No internet connection. Turned everything off, tried again – No internet connection!

Of course, by now, I’d lost all the memories I wanted to use in Monday’s diary.

I turned everything off and tried the reset button again. Went to make another brew and did the Health Checks and took the medications. The sphygmomanometer took four attempts to get it to work. I’ll have to get a new one soon, I reckon. Sys and pulse still very low compared to the last few weeks.

Back to the computer and tried once again to get onto the web. No luck first time then turned off and back on, and great! Back on! Going slow mind. Thank you so much, Mr Branson (Worth $5.8 billion) for allowing this pensioner (Worth £299 – funeral already paid for) to keep paying your ever-increasing costs to use your ever outage-ridden internet!

I did a TrustPilot review on them. Don’t suppose it will lessen their current one-star rating, though.

Oh, dearie me. I think I’ve made a right cock-up over the next Warfarin blood test. No date in the written or on the Google computer diaries. It is due tomorrow too! No, I’m confused again, it’sThursday I think. Oh, Dangwangle! I’ll have to ask Warden Deana or Julie to phone them for me to see if I have got an appointment or not. Otherwise, it will mean a hobble to the City Hospital haematology department and long queues. But it is my own fault. I did get a phone call with the results, but they did not make me an appointment as they have done for the previous two weeks, or rather, I cannot remember them doing so, which is so helpful. All this happened while was at the height of my intense cold sufferings – but that is just an excuse of course.

 Started this blog going up to here. Gone 0500hrs already. Tsk! Then I began to update yesterdays.

Another series of mini-outages from Virgin Media. Is there any supplier who can do the job they overcharge for, out there anywhere? It’s as big a con as politicians, insurance salesmen, used car sellers and the utility companies. Bigger perhaps?

Eventually, I’d spent so long struggling to get this update done, I had to stop. Having not got any of the usual stuff done, like WordPress Reader, Comments, Facebooking and Email checking!

Got the ablutions done and did the midday checks hours before time, just to fit them in and still stay awake long enough to get caught up with the other stuff that the fantastic Virgin Media prevented me from doing!

I’ve just had a thought (I occasionally do you know, Hehe!) Does he still own Virgin or has he sold it? I think it is now owned by Liberty Global, a company with more accumulated invested cash than our Government, and a multi-billionaire chairman. So I apologise grovellingly to Sir Branson.

Set out to go to the hut to ask for help with phoning the surgery and catching the bus up to Mapperley top to go to the Aldi Store. Dropped the black backs down the chute and into the lift down to the ground floor. Where, as luck would have it, I met Obergruppenfurhereress Warden Deana as I got out of the elevator. She kindly phoned the surgery for me and confirmed the blood test is t 1040hrs on Thursday. I thanked her appreciatively and made my way out to the Social Hut to keep warm until the bus arrives.

Took this snap on the left, of the new flat building progress. The builders have already fitted the ready wall sections to one more floor and started on the roof, I think.

Got in the hut, expecting to be greeted by Welsh Bill’s sarcasm and wit, but none came. I was a bit concerned that the lad might not be feeling as good healthwise again. But he was in good form and sounded well. Had a pleasant enough chinwag between Cindy, Bill, Roy, John and a lady I don’t know the name of. (If the truth known, I’ve probably got the other names mixed up, Tsk!)

Out to the bus stop as it arrived. I dropped off at the top of Sherwood Vale and made my way to the Aldi store. Where someone had left their car parked right next to the pedestrian crossing. But, at least they had their hazard warning lights on. Huh!

I got into the store and started to buy the comestibles I needed (And some I didn’t. Tsk!)

I ended up with, Chunky Chips, Lemon yoghourts, sliced mushrooms, a pork pie, vine tomatoes, frikadellens, bread thins, beef Hotpots and a mushroom pate. Paid for them and out, on the walk along Woodborough Road.
Attempting to add the photo of Wells Road on here and the Virgin Media internet went off again!

Really wee’d off again now. So I got the sliced mushrooms and peas in the slow cooker and tried to download the picture again. Still, the net would not let me save view or do anything with this site! If I lose everything, I will go potty for sure!

Still down, can’t view, save or import anything again!

I’m giving up. Hello, it let me save! I’ll try to import photos again. Well, after eight attempts it let me get one more on. Talking of Moron – that’s the like of me for putting up with this rubbish service!

At last, I got the photo of Wells Road in. I could see the snow showers and flurries in the distance, the seemed to like Virgin Media Outages, unstoppable!

I plodded on and turned right into the infamous for us old folks to walk up, Winchester Street Hill.

Also, Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were all in a good mood. And the throat and Duodenal Donald were no bother at all. Of course, I wish I could say the same for Haemorrhoid Harold. Although things had eased off since using the cream.

The odd few bits of snow fell now and then.

Down the hill and into Chestnut Walk.

I could see in the distance, one of the delivery lorries waiting for his turn to drop something off at the builders compound.

It looked as I got closer as if they were purpose-built blocks of flat walls and sections. To build the new block in a similar way to the two other ones made earlier, in 1964 it was I think.

That will be the reason for the high rise crane, to lift and drop the section, walls etc. into position. But, bear in mind, I have no idea what I’m talking about. Hehe!

When I got around the bend, I thought I’d take a picture of the Obergruppenfureress Wardens and Socialising shed. To show you all how there is a door at each end. So when sheltering from the weather before going for the L9 transport, it is easy to check if the bus has arrived or not. They look after us you know, oh, yes. Bless em!

Unfortunately, this chap didn’t seem too happy with me. I think the gentleman thought I was photographing him, which I was, but not intentionally. Sorry, chap!

I pressed on to my beloved Winchester Court and up to the apartment into the wet room for a wee-wee. Glad to report these have lessened a bit today, after yesterdays countless visits. Haha!

In the elevator going up to the flat, I espied another beetle lurking. Also, found tiny black flies near the foyer, and in my kitchen? I assume they have been disturbed by the building work?

Went into the kitchen and started to get the mushrooms and peas cooking in the crock-pot. Stopped to take these photographs, about 10 seconds apart from each other. The weather is so changeable today.

Like Virgin Media Internet, you have no idea what it’s going to do.

Grumph!

Made a start, stutteringly and between Virgin Media outages to get this updated. Not easy and very frustrating. So annoying. I cannot put up with doing this again. If things don’t improve, I will not be able to get on Facebook at all. I reckon I’ve spent 14 hours getting this post done, and it ain’t finished yet. Talk about hard work!

The snow came a little heavier for a minute or two. But it cleared in a few more minutes.

Went to check on the crock-pot and put the oven to warm ready for the chips to go in later on.

Well what do you think happened next?

Yes, you’re right.

After it supposedly came back again, I can’t even get into the emails, won’t load.

Frustrated and annoyed, and now Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald are starting to kick off.

The snow had stopped falling and it brightened up a lot outside. The clouds looked beautiful, but a little on the turbulant side, I thought.

I went to do the Health Checks and take the medications. I took extra antacid and painkillers, beginning to suffer now. Shame!

Hello, the snows back.

I was proud of the building workers as I saw them working away despite the terrible weather. Or where they putting their machines away? Hehe!

I got back to the computer. And found a graph of Virgin Medias current state of outages in the UK.

Not good is it? Still it was letting me download photographs again. Slowly, fair enough.

I read comments left on this site, from those others poor souls being affected by Virgin Media. Only one of the three hundred comments about Virgin Media performance today that were posted, offered a positive viewpoint. And that was from America?

Checked the crock-pot again, and got the chips in the oven, set the timer.

Despite all the angst over not being able to do anything to restore the balance against Virgin Media, aka the delict, philargyristic, plutomania-driven, contumelious, esurient, ingordigious, insuisiance-ridden members of the Liberty Global Mafia, like assassinate their chairman or blow-up one of their HQ buildings, or have all of the members of their board hung, drawn and quartered: No even better, When they meet for a meal, get the chef to leave the  tetrodotoxin in the puffer-fish and put Arsenic their champagne – I found I had an appetite again.

The intercom phone burst into life. Hello, I thought, is this the men in white coats come to collect me? But no, it was a chap from Nottingham City Homes Maintenance who said he had come to inspect some floor tiles. I pressed the flyer door release numbers and waited his arrival. The only floor tiles I have are in the kitchen, and the holes left in them by the blokes fitting the radiator and placing it too close to the cupboard so I could not open the door or drawer. I felt so glad the ywere going to repair it for me, a warm glow of appreciation came over me. The man arrived and told my he had to look at tiles that were a danger to tripping over, in the hallway? He was the typical Nottingham City Homes employee. Talking to me and his eyes were flashing around the flat at everything. I considered asking him for his ID, but chicken-heartedly, I didn’t. Seemed a decent enough sort of bloke. We both agreed, that as I did not have any tiles in the hallway, a communicational-cock-up must have occurred with the flat number. He said he’d go and ring his control, and departed. Why he did not ring from inside the flat, I don’t know. For they all have mobile phones supplied. I felt a little uncomfortable after he’d gone, of course I heard nothing back from him.

I thought I’d take a look out of the kitchen window to satisfy myself that he was genuine. This was when I banged my knee against the new radiator as I went to lean out of the window, and knocked the flask, kitchen rolls, tray of fruit and camera stand off of the ledge when the knee gave-way, banging my elbow at the same time. The first time in weeks that the knee has done this, and it had to be at that exact moment. Humph! Hehe!

Got myself settled in the £300 second-hand recliner and watched some TV. I think the being up-tight about the Virgin Media failures cocking everything up all day, was part of the cause of my not falling asleep as I usually do.

I waded through two episodes of New Tricks and one of the A-Team.

I did the Health Checks and medicationalisationing, got a mug of orange juice and returned to the chair. Just in time to enjoy two concurrent episodes of Hustle… fell asleep at the first advertisement break.