Sunday 1st April 2018

Africaans: Sondag 1 April 2018

00305hrs: Gor-blimey, I’m feeling rough this morning. Not the usual ailments to blame. I’m just feeling tired and depressed for some reason. Tired, after having an excellent long six-hour dream-filled sleep, and as for why I’m so pessimistic, I have no idea. And, Sister Jane and Pete should be calling to visit later.

Like a robot, I fell out of the £300 second-hand recliner and got the Health Checks done. The brewing in readiness for a Porcelain Throne session already bubbling and fermenting away in the innards. It’s going to one heck of an evacuation when it comes, methinks.

Made a brew and took the medications.

I took this photo through the balcony door window. It dawned on me, that when the actual balcony is in place outside, I’m not going to able to take shots like this, because of all the small panes of glass and frames that will be installed.

See? I’m already finding faults, to fuel the depression. Tsk!

Computer turned on, and I started this blog. Then went to finish yesterdays. All done and posted off.

WordPress reading next.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Messy, very much so. Heck of a job cleaning up afterwards. Thinking of cleaning, I decided I’d better get some done in the flat before Sister Jane comes to judge, scrutinise, criticise, probe, and appraise what I’m doing wrong or failing to do. Hehe! Only joking! (I think, we’ll see what occurs during her investigation first?)

0500hrs: Back in a bit.

0748hrs: I’m back. I swept (Don’t want to use the hoover too early in the day, mustn’t upset the neighbours) and mopped the kitchen floor.

At one point, I injudiciously got a bowl of water, cloth and put some Flash in it, then bent down on my knees so I could get to clean where it really was dirty behind the door.

It took me longer to get back up on my feet than it did to clear-out the corner! And now I have the attention of Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna to put up with. Confoundations!

Apparently, some things were, with the best will in the world, beyond my capabilities to mend, repair or put-right. substantial

1. The two holes in the kitchen floor and many more on the wall beneath the unwanted new windows. Kindly left for me when the Willmott-Brown engineers installed it, too close to to the cupboard that I could not open the door or drawer.
2. The new wider-window ledge that blocks my view when looking down to see if any Emergency vehicles are on site when an Alarm goes off. It is already scratched and stained – but is inaccessible to me for cleaning. I cannot get to it cause the window is too broad and far back for me to reach.
3. The foam filling that the Nottingham City Homes Maintenance & Repair bloke put in to fill the massive hole behind the ventilation cover: Which came out seconds after he had left (in a hurry) and ran down the wall over the tiles and electricity sockets.
   
4. – 5. The cracks to the left of the new windows that need plastering. The even bigger and broader holes left to the right of the windows that need plastering. But, they do offer some entertainment as flying insects, with meat flies often appear from deep within the wall.

I just thought I’d mention it.

Made a brew and did the Health Checks early, in case I forget during the Royal Visit. He-He!

Back to updating this post. I heard a loud thudding noise, but could not identify where it came from.

Went to get the ablutions done. I had a wee-wee, then a good shave. Did the teggies. Then got under the shower. Another high-level noise the sounded like something substantial has been dropped on a hard floor. Had a look around, but found not from where it emanated. Bit worrying this? Then the shower unit started making a loudish bleeping noise, and the water stopped flowing. Lights flashed with Water Supply unavailable and Reset. I could not see a reset button anywhere on the unit. So, I turned off the power supply box and tried again, with the same water failure results?

I gave up. Trust this to happen when there is no one ‘Official’ on site for another 53hrs. I got the rear-end and front bottom medicated after drying off.

Went to make a cup of tea.

Took this shot of the Tree Copse, catching the grotty balcony support that has been stripped down and is awaiting the arrival of some sub-contractor company later in the year, to install the balconies.

I went in the spare room, to have another look to see if I might spot whatever the two earlier noises had been, but could not see anything likely to have been the cause of them.

Taking another photograph of the garages at the end of the road, and an urgent need arose for me to return to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy, but not bloody at all evacuation.

Back to the computerisationing session.

Gone 1100hrs, so Jane and Pete should be here anytime now.

1115hrs: The intercom chirped into life. Jane and Pete had arrived. They had recorded the QMC programme for me to disc, they also gave me a batteryless little torch to put in as a raffle prize for the Social Hour. Hope I remember by Thursday.

We had a Super-Gossip. I must say they both looked grand, I’m glad to report. During which Pete had a look at the heaters, reassured me with a smile on his face, that the plasterers should have no bother in patching up the windows and door. (Him being somewhat of a handyman, Par Excellence). Please don’t let him know I said this. Hehe!) They will not know how much I appreciated the visit. Super-duper!

They departed, and I went as far as the elevator with them, but boy oh boy, was it cold out there, with the wind blowing in the massive vents on the outer walls! Brr! Said our farewells and I returned to the flat and had a wee-wee and tended straight away to the Fungal Lesion as it has started bleeding a while back, but I didn’t want to upset the chinwagging session at the time. Of course, this meant I was too late to wave cheerio to them from the kitchen window. But, with the new full-width ledges, I’m not sure they would have seen me, or me them for that matter. Tsk! Sorted things and medicated with the Daktacort cream.

Then I realised I had not asked Pete to take some photographs for me! Twit!

Back on CorelDraw to do some more work on the draft pictures.

Did the Health Checks.

Got the Cumberland Pie covered with extra grated Leicester cheese on top, and into the oven. Added two, one-day out-of-date potato cakes for the last ten minutes. The last of the beef slices, sliced apple and sliced tomatoes were added to the plate.

This went down nicely with the Lemon yoghourt afterwards.

Luckily, I had consumed about 85% of this meal, before I dropped off to sleep while eating it! Klutz.

I cleaned up and put on a Goodnight Sweetheart DVD. Stayed awake for two episodes, nodded-off and woke up as the sixth episode was ending.

Once again, I heard a loud noise, but could not identify where it emanated from. But it sounded close. I felt that Anne Gyna had left th body and Duodenal Donald was getting worse.

Within seconds I’d gone to sleep again. Only for Duodenal Donald to keep waking me with his stabbing pains. Tsk! I got up and took an extra pain-killer and a swig of the innefectual antacid medicine.