Sunday 22nd September 2019
Bengali: রবিবার 22 শে সেপ্টেম্বর 2019
01:35hrs: I woke, thinking I had overslept for some reason.
I fumbled to get my overabundant flobby-body free of the second-hand, c1968, horrendously beige-coloured, rusty, but working today, Brother-in-Law Pete damaged recliner while he stole my valuables while I was in the hospital after the stroke. I had a WWW (Weak-Wimpish-Wee-wee), then made a brew of Yorkshire tea.
I took the medications and got on the computer. With a determination to get caught up with the graphicalisationing, if possible today. I answered the comment and soon found that the fingers were not responding to touch very well. This made typing difficult.
On to WordPress, and had a session on the Reader. Then made up the ‘Day’ graphic on CorelDraw, above. With the fingers playing up still, it took me ages to get done! Next, I got the template done for this blog, then updated the Saturday see-nobody, chatterless post.
I got the updating done and sent off the Saturday post. Added to the Pinterest page. Made another brew, Glengettie Gold this time.
The droning noise from outside was relentless!
I went on the TFZer Facebook for a while, I couldn’t stay too long, as the ablution time was nearing.
Now they have their alfresco furniture back out
When I got out of the foyer, the drizzling was still coming down a little. The new brickwork is forming puddles already.
I slowly meandered along Chestnut Walk. The fallen leaves sticking to the three-wheeler guide trolly wheels. Tsk!
I kept stopping to look up at the grey sky,
At the Winwood Court Extra-Care Flat’s foyer, I stood for a while, pondering on nature, health, life, and Nottingham Forest and Burnley both winning a game.
Then into Winwood, and up in the lift, to the third floor.
I’d not seem anybody up to now, anywhere this morning. But I felt confident I would see someone to have a chinwag to up on the 4th floor, in the Winwoodonian’s perfectly arranged and laid out relaxation room.
I spotted another ‘Dulux’ dog. Behind the easy-chairs, and he looked so real, it made me jump for a second! Don’t laugh! Oh, go on then! I moved the synthetic fur away from his eyes and took this picture.
I reckon the lights must be on a sensor motion control, cause they came on as I entered the room. Good idea, I like it!
I decided to go back to Woodthorpe Court, via the link-passage. Thought I’d try to find the
I mused on how to cook and present Josie’s cheesy potatoes as I rambled along the corridor.
All was okay again, and I went to peek at the laundry room. Blimey, it looks unused! No caked-on soap powder over the drawers. Very-most posh!
I pressed on back down the alleyway and into Woodthorpe Court. Seeing the new Winwood Court laundry room, I thought I’d take a photo of our old Woodthorpe Court one, just as a comparison, like.
I took to Angies mustard coloured coat, a warm, friendly colour. And Roy looked a lot better today.
Spot on 12:00hrs, I took it on the wheeled server to her door, and pressed her bells. But, no answer. I tried again, still no reply. I was worried, in case she had fallen in the flat. If she forgot, and or went out to meet her sister, fair enough, but I wished I knew. I gave it ten-minutes more and called again. Nope!
I nipped up the Cyndy and Eric’s flat, to ask them if they had heard of Josie being ill, and might have gone to her Sisters? But Cyndy didn’t know anything. She asked if I wanted to ring Warden Deana, but I resisted the temptation and thanked Cyndy, and apologised for bothering them. It is Deana’s day off, after all.
I came down and over the next half hour, tried Josie’s door four more times. The door is locked, so maybe she has just gone out? Worrying! I’m at a loss what to try or do, next.
I washed the cooking things up. and noticed a possible fire on the misty horizon.
Just sat down and I meekly felt sorry for myself. I did try Josie’s door a few times. I had her meal cold, in place of making one for myself. If she returns, I can always make her another one.
I took a photo of the pins as I lay there, in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Spotty Muldoon comes to mind! Hehe!
Yet once again, despite feeling so tired and worn-out, sleep did not come easily or quickly. But, with worrying about Josie on my mind? I pray she is not ill. Fingers-crossed, I hope to find out more tomorrow.
TTFNski each.
Interesting dream. In the local Native American culture, if someone dies in a house, their body has to be removed by making a hole in the wall and passing the body through the hole in the wall. Maybe your dream was an adaptation of the Native American practice by throwing your body out the window.
I hope Josie is alright. The terrace looks pretty nice if you want to be closer to the clouds and rain. A stuffed dog lurking behind a chair would make me jump, also. Looks like an improved laundry room. Is “spick and spam” like “Spam spam spam eggs and spam”? (Monty Python). I am more familiar with the former Proctor & Gamble, now Prestige Brands “Spic and Span”. Either set are good solid English phrases.
I hope Josie’s cold meal was good?
Ah, I always thought I was from Native American stock, crossed with welsh blood! Hehehe! Handily placed here for the lunging out of the window.
I hope to find out about Josie late on today, Tim. Fingers crossed.
You noticed my deliberate mistake of using Spick & Spam, instead of Spic & Span, then? I was just testing (Lie Mode Used Here!)
The cold nosh was fine, Tim, thanks. But of course enjoying it was not easy, thinkg of Josie all the time. Tsk! No rating eh? A 7/10 I think, Sir.
Cheers, and taketh care out there!
Good morning sir. Always a pleasure waking up and reading you, your legs look….to white! I´m sending the sun to the U.K. By the way do you realice that when I see the photos where you live for me that is a mansión. How many washing machines you got there? The not so funny thing that where I live in this house that has to be 500 years old the washing machine went down and it seems that my great friends that live in this apartment it seems they are not putting up the money for another aother one. So old school now, I have two hands so let them do the washing, but if you can steal one of those and send it here much better.
Goodeth morning, Sir.
Ah, the new laundry room is for the new Winwood residents, nto us old ones!
As you read, I do handwashing every day or evening. We have two machines to share between the 240 residents! So, I only use them when I have to, and that can take a few days to find one not in use! Hahaha!
I’ll see if I can nab one for you. Titting it into my walker guide might be a problem. Hehe!
TTFN mate, hope yo get sorted soon.
I´ll survive, with sore hands but will survive.
Hehehe! Good!