Wednesday 21st August 2019

Finnish: Keskiviikko 21 Elokuuta 2019

03:15hrs: I woke to a coll nippiness in the flat. I rose from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grottily beige-coloured, rickety recliner. Caught my balance and checked the balcony doors, thinking they may have been left open, but they were closed. Where to coldness from coming from was a mystery. I went to check that the front door had been shut, and found an invitation to the opening of Winwood Court, from Nottingham City Homes.

No mention of:

• The Boll-Weevil infestation, the nine-hours power cut from the electricians working on the fire-sprinklers and my losing stuff from the fridge and freezer.
• The plasterer ruining my then-new carpet, furniture and splashing walls, chairs etcetera.
• The airway being filled and the filler spilling out down the wall and enveloping the electricity socket, and is now unremovable!
• The radiator being fitted too close to the cupboards so they could not be opened, being moved, and now my having holes in the floor and wall that need filling and flooring replaced.
• The new Intercom that cannot be heard when someone calls (this one has affected many other tenants as well).
• The fire-alarm that cannot be heard.
• The water leak, and the two repairs, that left me with another leak that soaked and stunk out all my clothes in the airing cupboard to throw away, or those that could be saved by washing them several times.

But, this is not important, all bar one of the above, only affected Inchcock’s Hovel! Humph! Still, kind of them to invite me, a little late, but that’s understandable.

I had a wee-wee in the well-filled overnight GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). A slow-motion USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee.

Off to the kitchen, to make a brew of Glengettie tea, and to take the medications. Some pretty temporary blood papsules had appeared on only the right hand. As I took this picture to show for you, then…

The hand started jumping and shaking! The hypo was alright, that was air-tight wrapped, but the counter, tablets, cupboard, my feet and the floor got a good covering of the hot Glengettie tea! I believe I may have said something along the lines of, “Well, fancy that!” I cleaned up and made another mug. Tsk! Hehe!

As I was taking the tablets into the computer/junk room (Hehe!), the flipping arm did one of its rare involuntary ‘Hitler Salutes’!!! The tablet flew off in all directions.

I could not find the beta-blocker one.

Morrison’s order will be arriving between 0:600 > 07:00hrs. I made a start on updating the Tuesday post. But not for long, as I needed to get the ablution sorted so early for the delivery.

 This ablutionalisationing session was a tad farcical and at times, a painful one. I started off poorly, with needing to use the Porcelain Throne, and what a change in that department this morning! It was a case of, Sit, Splonk! All done, and a good clean up needed! Judging by the noise and splashing, it was a sizeable evacuation, all over in seconds! Takes that bit of pleasure away, doesn’t it? Hahaha!

Being early-morning, no showering. A stand-up session. The shaving did not produce any cuts or nicks, but the battle not to drop the razors was lost, Gawd knows how many times one of them fell in the sink or on the floor via the porcelain.

The worst part was the battle with the sock-glide afterwards. I trapped a finger; twice! Stubbed the big toe on the leg of the seat riser as I set the glide-up, and clouted the left ankle when using the flaming glide!

A bit of good-luck followed! Oh, yes!

The Morrison chap arrived as I was leaving the wet room. So I saw the new generally disliked intercom light up! Because, had I been in the other room, there was no way that I would have heard the feeble jingle the crap machine produced, with it set in the loudest option! Ideal for old folks residences, innit?

Not a lot of food this week. But I did get two saucepans delivered. One a plain 16mm one at £9, and an anodised one with pourer sides at £17, reduced from £21. I’ll see how these go later. It made the total expenditure £50.49, oh dearie me!

I got started on the Tuesday post. A slow, frustrating time again. The finger ends losing sensations meant lots of correcting, paradiorthosis and editing to be done. Then Mr Steven Fries internet botherations!

I gave up, and as I went into the kitchen, I took some photos, with the light on in the hallway behind. I toy with them. Making two rather sad editings. The reflection of the doorway, reminded me of the Eiffel Tower a bit?

I got the handwashing on the dryer. Cleaned the kitchen floor again, I’d not made a good enough job of cleaning up the Glengettie, first time.

Then I had a bit of luck again!

I found the missing Bisoprolol Fumarate 2.5mg tablet. Somehow, it ad managed to travel five feet or so so away from where it was lost by the right arm doing one of its Neuropathic Schuhplattler. (The neuropathic medicine drop kettle dance), as described by Tim Price!

I then took two photographicalisations from the much-disliked new balcony widow.

The first one in Auto mode, the second in ‘P’ mode. Or that might be the other way round? Yes, I think it was. Then again, maybe not!

I still have no idea, other than panorama perhaps, that the ‘P’ selector is supposed to represent. The first shot, does seem to have captured a slightly broader picture, with the zoom unchanged?

Time to gather the needs of the trip out to Arnold on the bus. The three-wheeler, spare carrier bag, bus pass, card, an umbrella just in case, and check things before leaving.

I put the nibble bag in the trolley as well, in case I met any friendly bubala folk on the way out.

Off to the lift, dropping the waste bags down the chute on the way.

When I got back to get the lift, I realised I was not wearing the hearing aids! But decided it was too late for me to go back and get them, for fear of missing the bus. A quick look at the watch showed it was twenty past!

In the lobby, I nipped out the front with the recycling jars, put them in the green bin, and went back inside and walked through the new passage to Winwood Court. I wanted to check to see if the door out from the tunnel into a rest area, was working yet.

As I got to the door, the mechanism was still not working, so no access to sit in the sunshine having a cuppa. Tsk!

It was at this point that I looked at the watch again, to realise it was still twenty-past the hour, but it was 11:20hrs on the watch-face! Ah, the watch battery had died! Good job I was going into Arnold though, I think the Timson shop there sells them. I checked the time on the Mobile Phone, but that battery had also died a death on me! One of those days? Gerumph!

So, there I was, no idea of the time, if I had already missed the bus, should I hurry or not? So, I rushed to the foyer in Winwood Court. Where I potted some residents who catch the bus as a rule, chinwagging, so I wasn’t late for the L9.

I popped in and had a word with Obersturmfhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana. Then hobble out and to the bus stop to join a gang of tenants queuing there. A few natters, laughs and moans were shared. The Arnold bound L9 arrived, and I climbed aboard behind the others. Of course, with the trolley, I had no choice other than to sit on a side-saddle seat, they really are uncomfortable, and demand physical dexterity, to avoid being shaken out of them! Huh! Penny stayed on the bus and got off in Arnold as I did.

The crossword puzzling did not go well. Due to my having a brain-dead spell and the Schumaker driver’s handling of the bus.

I dropped off in Arnold and hobbled along to the market to get some more garden peas that were so nice when I bought some on Monday. But the market was not one today. So I walked along to the Asda store, noticing some throws at £5 each on the way. I’ll treat myself to one of these when I can carry them home.

Not knowing what time it was, I took my time and meandered around the Asda (Walmart) store at my leisure. Finally arriving at the self-serve check-outs and having purchased: Jelly babies, cooked beetroot, ice lollies, salt and vinegar rice cakes, a lemon cake to treat the Oberstgruppenfhureress, Mini sponge cakes to have some tonight for dessert, fresh pod peas, tomatoes, mushrooms, and wafers for the nibble bag.

I strolled out and saw Penny on her mobile at the bus stop. I enquired what the time was, and we had about fifteen minutes before the bus was due. I told her I was going to Timson’s to see if they had a watch battery, and off I trudged.

I was offered a battery with a one-year guarantee for £10.59, or a lifetime one for £35. I took a one-year one. He fitted it, and I returned to the bus stop and Penny.

As luck (Again!) would have it, the bus was late in arriving. I tried the crosswording again, not much success there. Haha!

Back at the flats, Penny and I walked back through Winwood Court. I dropped the lemon cake off and the Wardens holding-cell, and followed Penny.

No throne or wee-weeing required. But I was feeling peckish. So I made up the meal. A can of chilli-con-carne with chips added the garden peas and some BBQ sauce to it and stayed nearby to keep stirring it. I didn’t want to destroy the new £17, reduced from £21 saucepan too quickly. Hehehe!

That new saucepan is a devil to wash! But it did clean quickly without any abrasives used.

The sunshine was so strong, and the view outside was beautiful. 

I then settled to eat the feast (Flavour Rating 8/10) and watched a film on DVD. ‘Cop Out’, a comedy with Bruce Willis and Tracy Jamel Morgan, two wayward cops. Brilliantly funny, I thought.

I got the washing up done and soon fell asleep when I got my body in the recliner again. And, when I woke up, there were no eschatological worrying or fretting at all!

I took the evening medications, changed to the TV, the A-Team was on – and I fell asleep again. Grand!