I would like to thank Nottingham City Homes, Willmott-Brown and their Sub-Contractors for arriving out of the blue this morning, just as I was leaving to catch the bus.
The chappy-man-plasterer asked if he could do the plastering on the Balcony Window now, as he had had cancellations.
So, I said yes. Left the door unlocked and toddled off.
Here is what I came back to find.
Duodenal Duncan is now giving me more hassle than it has ever done!
I spent hours trying to clean up the mess, but it would not have it. It remains being spread about from one room to another every time I walk anywhere.
No one is interested! Apart from me, that is. But I am feeling too poorly to even swear about it!
Gnashblumshackles!
I am not happy and feeling so fed-up, I don’t think I could feel anymore Fed-upable!
Inconcinnity, depression and intolerance are growing within me!
00550hrs: Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner within minutes of waking. Some form of rare-determination and will-power had overtaken my usually tepid yet obedient to psychosis and wandering off of on its own accord vacillating route and path of my mind.
I collected the ready to go laundry bag with togs and accoutrements and was off and down the lift by 0112hrs.
Into the laundry room and got the machine going in a couple of minutes. Then back up in the lift to the apartment and straight on the computer to start creating this post off.
The time flew, and it was soon time to go back down and move the laundry into the dryer.
A belated note about another of our clan of residents passing away. We’re dropping like flies this year!
Back up to the flat again, had a wee-wee and made a brew.
Odd that no Porcelain Throne demands had been made yet from the innards?
I got the Health Checks tended to. Made up the graph for the nurse on Wednesday’s blood test.
As I was taking the medications, I wondered whether I should still be swallowing so many of the pink Trental Pentoxifylline tablets. I was prescribed them before the heart operation years ago.
I looked them up. The first site said; “These medications work by improving blood flow in the arms and legs. Pentoxifylline is used to treat chronic circulation disorders of the arms and legs, such as intermittent claudication (peripheral arterial disease) or trophic ulcers due to a poor blood supply.” I dug further, did a search with the name and heart, and got: “For patients with chronic occlusive peripheral vascular disorders of the extremities.” The last page indicated; Side Effects
The information possibly goes a way to explaining things. I might ask Dr Vindla about this later. They had mentioned possibilities relating to current ailments: Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna and Dizzy Dennis?
Down to collect the laundry from the dryer.
Noticed another new sign on the notice board this time, a plea from the owner of a Glade Air Freshener spray, who lives in flat 21, for it to be returned by whoever nicked it!
Add this to the things stolen from the Obergruppenfurher Wardens Temporary Shed and Social Hut, and I think we may have to call in Columbo, Frost or Sherlock Holmes in to sort them out. Hehe!
Extracted the clothing and got it folded and into the bag. Cleaned the filter and drum and found yet another odd sock!
Up to the apartment with the bag, and got it stored away.
It was 0320hrs when I had finished all the laundry room duties. Good going eh?
I did take a photograph of the electronic signboard near the lifts, but that too disappeared into the ether! I’m getting fed-up with this happening!
Just like yesterday morning, I heard that loud noise as if something was falling and landing on something hard? But there was no way could I identify where it was originating from. Most annoying.
I then updated this blog to here. Then, finished off the Sunday diary.
Went to make a small mug of tea. Waiting for the kettle to boil, I went in the spare room to have a search for the odd brown sock. No luck!
But I did take this photo from the window. Bit of a ‘Moody’ one, do you think?
Back to my beloved computer to Check the Emails. Can you believe it!
Luckily it returned in a few minutes. But going so slow now. Took me ages to get the email postings done.
The flat has turned cold suddenly. My legs felt so cold too. I went around to check the windows and door were all shut and closed-to. The door was closed and locked. Spare room window, the wind was coming in through the two areas awaiting filling-in. The Kitchen window frames not letting anything in, but where the vast regions are also pending filling-in were, not only wind but rain was coming in! The front room, where the deeper holes around the outer frame, where I can see the pebble-like stones that fill the outer wall, it was moving the curtains with the incoming wind!
Back to the kitchen and made a mug of tea – and had to leave it to get cold, due to the startlingly accelerated need to use the Porcelain Throne! Another multi-coloured evacuation today, but far less messy with it, and no blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. So glad I invested in the Germaloid cream, now! The fungal lesion was a different story though, fresh and dried blood everywhere. Still, it is a quotidian event recently, so no surprise to me.
The tea was still just about warm enough to drink, so back to the computer.
I made the WP comments, then went to the WordPress Reader section. Next, back onto CorelDraw to create the header graphics for seven days, and save them to drafts. It took me over three hours, but I was pleased I’d got them done.
During these three-and-a-bit hours, boy did the weather change!
Did the Health Checks. Then back to the WordPress Reader then Comments.
I wish I could send some of the rain to Alburquerque for my cyber-friend Tim to have. There’s a bit of a shortage of precipitation in New Mexico. Thinking of this reminded me that Tim made a comment on Saturdays post, which made me larf!
“From Tim Saturday: Ace Inspector Inchcock comes in on the scene of a murder. “What do you think Ace Inspector?” asks one of the officers on the scene. “I think I have towee-wee.” Replies Ace Inspector Inchcock. While standing at the urinal waiting for his prostate and bladder to reach an agreement, he looks up at the ceiling and reads “What are you looking up here for? The joke’s in your hand!” After a few chuckles, Ace Inspector Inchcock says “That’s it!” “What’s it?” the officer asked as he walked into the wet room. “The Joker!” Replied Ace Inspector Inchcock. “The Joker did it.” And the brilliant Ace Inspector Inchcock solved another murder.
Hehehe! It tickled me.
Made a mug of tea again, and did the third Health Checks. Tidied the wet room up.
Noise from BBJ above. Got the oven warming up, ready for the meal.
Feeling drained as well, now.
Got the meal served up.
An Asda-Walmart Cumberland Pie with extra cheese on top, half a mini-minced-beef puff pastry pie, tomatoes, mashed potatoes with cheese and some seaweed.
Followed by a lemon mousse and a mug of fresh orange juice.
Ate it all up, then tried the internet.
Computer back on again.
Not that I could do much on it, as Craig Cramps came on in the left hand and fingers. I couldn’t have picked my nose let alone type accurately.
Went for a wee-wee, that was interesting with the fingers all bent, painful and uncontrollable. Hehe!
I turned off the computer, too tired mentally to concentrate, anyway.
Another wee-wee and I settled down for an extended period of nods-off-waking-ups.
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
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.
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.
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.
– 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.
0330hrs: Fiddlesticks! I woke up feeling a bit lively (even if only in mind as opposed to the body), decided I’d get the laundry done first thing. The moment I stirred my wobbly-barrel-like body to remove it from the £300 second-hand recliner – the ailments convinced me not to do down to do the laundry. Hippy Hilda and Duodenal Donald combined with Dizzy Dennis to make the start of the day a somewhat uncomfortable one.
I had planned to get a bit of cleaning up done before Sister Jane arrives tomorrow to tell me off. But, the slightest stretching or bending was painful, kicking Donald into misery-making action. The situation might change later on though.
I hobbled (The tootsies have been sore for a while now) into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
Made a strong-brew of Yorkshire tea, that was very welcome indeed and went down comfortingly. (Is that the right word?)
The pulse is still low, I think.
I had to get to the Porcelain Throne in haste, as things burst into action in that department with such rapidity, almost explosively. I only just got there in time. This evacuation was the one with a significant difference. Quick, not so messy and no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold whatsoever! Little Inchies Fungal Lesion had been bleeding, as usual. Cleaned-up and back to the kitchen.
Another mug of tea had to be made to replace the one that had gone cold. Foolishly as it turned out, I decided to use the fancy bigger cup.
It slipped from my shaking Shaun grasp, hit the floor and the handle broke off. Getting down to retrieve it was disturbingly painful and started Anne Gyna and Duodenal Duncan off. I managed to cut the left thumb on the broken pottery where the gripper used to be. Well, pickle my walnuts! Afterwards, I noticed the vein along the back of the digit showed up on the skin, I wonder why? I carefully wrapped the broken pieces in some kitchen towels and put them in the black waste bag… carefully! Hehe! On the bright side, I was glad I bought two of these mugs and made a brew in the broken receptacle’s brother Cautiously!
I spotted the rain on the kitchen window. I know I said I would not risk taking any more shots from outside of this window, because of the dangers and limited view offered now they have made the openings so much higher and farther to reach to. (What a mouthful there? Haha!)
I was in a right state to try stretching, so I just stuck the camera out, while trying to protect it from the rain, and blindly snapped a photo.
Not a bad effort, considering. It came out a bit of a ‘Moody’ one. Perhaps. Maybe. Possibly. Mayhap? Or not.
All pure pot-luck of course.
I started to create this blog, and got as far as here, by 0610hrs, then went on to update the Friday diary.
0730hrs: Began getting Friday’s diary concluded and posted off.
After four-hours of creating page top graphics, getting only three done, and listening to that Git upstairs, Big Bad John banging about, I made another brew of tea.
I thought I might have a pie, potatoes and garden peas for a change later. Just a thought, like.
I spent many more hours on doing the page top humour graphics. Accompanied all the day by Big Bad John’s rattling and banging on and off.
Went to prepare the meal, get it cooking.
Did the Health Checks.
I took a photograph of the meal, but another one goes AWOL into the ether, never to be seen again? Tsk!
