Tuesday 6th August 2019

Kurdish-Kurmanji: Sêşem 6-ê Tebaxa 2019-an

02:12hrs. I woke up with the left ear-hole stinging away again! I think that is what made me wake up so often during the night, as well. I’d been laying in the £300, second-hand, c1968, repellently and repugnantly beige-coloured, rusty, rickety recliner for about six hours. But got nowhere near that amount of time in sleeping. More sort of waking, stewing, mind-blast-damage-limitation controlling and wishing so much that the damned stabbing ear-ache would stop.  I was undoubtedly in a rachitic condition corporeally.

Mentally, I was coping surprisingly well, for some reason. Even when the first thought regarding any reality, was that I must check the water leak in the kitchen’s old airing room, to see if it is getting any worse.

So, I extracted the increasing-in-weight body up, and hobbled into the kitchen with the stick and camera, to investigate the leak situation. It was about the same as yesterday, no one has got back to let me know what is causing it, or if I should do anything specific about it. So, I soaked up a lot of the water with the kitchen towels.

Then as I was filling the kettle, the urgent need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet room. Oh, dearie me! Things were back to the ‘Constipational Mode’ again! The evacuation was hard work, bloody, and painful. Tsk! Even the ear-ache stabbing and stinging got worse? Ululations!

Au Contraire I took the medications and made the brew of tea. On the computer to update and post the last blog. Within minutes, I required the Porcelain Throne again! An almost exact replica, a painful evacuation once more. But far less bleeding this time. Whimper!

Back to the blog updating, and…

The internet went down a few times, but only for a few seconds, a minute at most. Hello, you can tell someone is on Liberty-Global Virgin Internet can’t you – when they find themselves actually being happy that the connection only goes down now and then! 

But, when I was on BT, they were just the same. I changed to Virgin Media when I moved into the flat. Only to find that after Virgin Media were bought by Liberty-Global, the prices shot up, and the service declined to a level, that is abysmal, pathetic and wretched! All I can do is to warn others, Do Not Go On Liberty-Global Virgin Internet; if you value your sanity and mental health!

By 04:30hrs, I’d got the updating finished. I sent some pictures to Pinterest. Went on the WordPress Reader section. Replied to a comment that had come in.

Then I took the very first wee-wee of the morning! I was making a brew of tea when the need arrived, and what a wee-wee it was. I can’t believe there is that much room to hold so much in my lasered bladder! It came and came… and came! The LDOP (Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) release, almost filled the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) to a third-full! But it took some time, for it was not a blasting hose-pipe-like effort. But so persistent, there was no way I could stop it if I tried, and I did try. The best aspect was no pain with it at all. That was pleasant! Hehe!

I got the handwashing drying on the upright airer.

I thought I saw out of the corner of my eye, lightning from outside? I had a look through the unwanted, finger-flesh-tearing, thick-framed, light, and view-blocking new kitchen window. No signs of any storm, or even brewing.

Then made an order for Morrisons. Hoping they will have some of the Special offer butter in stock, so I can order some for Jenny and Frank, after three days of their having none in stock.

The Best Butter on offer has now been removed from the site! Butter Works butter, the replacement at £1, and the new Meadow blend are now all out of stock as well! I think Morrison’s are struggling with and for goods, on and off of offer prices. Not good at all!

The morning had turned all blue!

Time to get the ablutions done now. So, off I go, hopefully for injury-free shaving, teeth-cleaning, medicalisationing and showering, and sock-glide battle session. Back in a bit, I hope!

The session was deformation, discomfiture, distress, and defacement free! A pleasure! Smug-Mode-Adopted! There were a few new unaccountable bruises. The pins had lost a lot of fluid. Nurse Ann had left her mark where she had taken the blood from. Hahaha!

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Got readied and out. Black bags to and in the chute on the way down. Out onto Chestnut Way, and the place looked a lot tidier, now most of the fencing had been removed. The grass looked eye-catching, but, whether it will be maintained, we don’t know.

I hobbled to the bus stop. Where a hearty chinwag was being enjoyed with Shirley, Doris, Malcolm, and others. Herbert arrived, that took the edge of off things enjoyment-wise. So as the others joined the queue, I wandered around greeting them. Laughter and chinwagging abounded, from nearly everyone. Caroline, from the top Care Home, arrived and cheered me up even further with great news of her exploits and plans.

Shirley told me where the new Obergruppenfhreress, Pole Dancer and Warden Deana and Sturmbannfhreress Catwalk Model, and Warden Julie’s new office was located, in Winwood Court, and how to get in. There is code, so we have to press a button for access, that is, if anyone is there at the time, to let us in. I’ll try on the way home, to find out what is happening with the water leak, situation.

The buses arrived, and I had chinwag on the way down the hill. Everyone but Caroline got off at Sherwood, Mansfield Road. I went up to the restaurant. Said my farewells and best wishes to Caroline, and got off on Edwards Lane. A short limp back to and over Mansfield Road, and a hobble along Elmswood Gardens, and to the Sherwood Health Clinic.

I got in and went to the young receptionist who saw me (I thought, a fortnight ago), and asked her if I could book a toe treatment session. With a lovely expression that shouted-out “Oh the poor old fool!”, she told me I was here a week ago, not two weeks! I have to come back next week to book the appointment! Oh, I did feel a right Schmuck! I really thought it had been two weeks since I had called. With a slightly red-faced, and a polite, “Oh sorry!” I departed.

I later found this old photograph, not a good one, but it does show the tops of my beloved Winwood Heights, Woodthorpe and Winchester Courts, as they used to look, behind the Health Centre. Oh, it would be so lovely to have a path directly to it from the flats. When they had intercoms that worked, carpets and furniture that were not destroyed by the plasterer’s Balconies that we loved, windows we could see through and clean easily, with no metal spring clip openers that need pushing and pulling at the same time, that results in many of us losing chunks of our fingers. It was far less distance for the Woodthorpe tenants to walk for the bus, I could hear the fire alarm when it activated. When we had heaters, that didn’t require a maths degree to understand. Have new heaters that were fitted too near the cupboards for me to open them. Then moved, leaving a hole in the floor and wall, that needed repairing, a costly job, not yet done. Before I was diagnosed with Peripheral neuralgia, Peroneal nerve palsy, and then CIDP. Next, the Stroke. Yes, life was so much less hassle and stress two and a half years ago, before the starting of the upgrading. I put many ailments down to these workings. But I am wandering off track here, sorry.

Having made myself look a right fool again at the Health Centre, I had the time before the bus home, so I had a wander down to the Wilko store. I came out £8.45 lighter, with Fairy washing up liquid, Ylam fabric conditioner, bleach, small bin bags and liquid soap-flakes for the handwashing.

I thought I’d treat the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens, Deana, and Julie to a cream cake, and have one myself too. I called in the Birds cake shop and got a box of three. Then I had a nosey around the Mind Charity but came out with nothing.

All the upheaval of the upgrading, especially with so many problems to cope with, from unhappy residents, constant hassle, must be driving Deana and Julie around the bend. So it’s nice to give them a treat now and then.

Then up to the bus stop. Had a chinwag while waiting for the bus. We were soon back homes at Winwood Court. I had a few words with the folks getting on the bus, Cyndy and May I think. Then I spoke with Mo, who told me how to get inside the Winwood Court. Off I plodded, and luckily someone was coming out as I got there, so let me in. Julie was in the office. But she didn’t know anything about the water leak, Julie was out now trying to sort things out. The cakes were left, a laugh had, and off I went back to Woodthorpe Court. Deana was outside talking to a lady about to drive off, so I waited until they had finished, then asked her about the flood situation. She was still trying to sort it out, but the man in one of the flats was out, as she spoke, the man appeared on his way back. Deana went to talk with him. I asked her to keep me informed, please. But I don’t think she heard me as she shot off towards the man.

I went up and got back in the apartment. I took this photograph, for no other reason than my love of these houses.

I got the purchases put away, and put some tomatoes in the saucepan, and got the oven warming up ready to do the sausages in, and a baguette prepared to go in the kiln with them. I put the naughty, but so tasty looking cream cake in the fridge, to retrieved later, providing I remember it’s there. Haha!

I took this picture of one of the agricultural gardeners on his little flat-backed electric lorry. This made me consider going to Woodthorpe Grange Park Tropical House this weekend if I get a chance. Mind you, I wasn’t too keen after remembering the hour it took me to clean the trolley wheels after my last visit.

So, I might give it a miss after all. Haha!

I made a start on updating this blog for about an hour, and a Nottingham City Homes chap pressed the chimes on the door, I thought it might be Deana. He said he’s come to investigate the leak. Within three minutes, he’d found the problem. The overflow pipe from the big water tank had come loose. He lifted the top of the cubby-hole, and the water poured out down the walls. Another two minutes and he’s refitted the connection to the pipe. “That’s you sorted, but I’ll send a plumber to put in a new shut-off valve.” I think that’s what he said. Might be tomorrow. He explained the problem quickly and clearly to me. And off he went to check on the flat below.

I did as much Facebooking as I could to catch up.

Extremely tired for no reason. Oh, yes! Lack of sleep! Hehe!

Got the nosh prepared and served up earlier than usual. Chopped tomatoes with added juice and basil. Two cheapo Asda (Walmart) baguettes. They were cooked for four minutes more than it recommended, but they were still undercooked in the middle. A shame. But it saved me overeating, at least. Huh! Taste-Rating: 5/10.

Washed the pots, then I got the handwashing done, and hung to dry.

The sky almost lit up with light. The clouds looked practically painted on.

But, I could not free myself, and an EQ sent feeling, of corrupt or big news, or event being imminent!

Got settled to watch some Heartbeat DVD. Didn’t get any further than the introductory tune finishing. Zzzz!

Lovely!