Wednesday 9th October 2019
Sudanese: Rebo 9 Oktober 2019
06:25hrs: As I woke, I had the feeling that I had been in deep thought, or dreaming perhaps, of my sad, pitiable life. Of my funest, catastrophic, deplorable and lamentable existence. I get like this nowadays, when thing go ape-shit or wrongly, due not to my own failings, and I have many. Like with my having no hot water for three days now, no, four! No one can help, for the Nottingham City Homes maintenance team are pushed to the limit. Nobody truly understands the problems with having no hot water has and is causing me. With my medical issues, having to use the kettle and saucepans for hot water, is causing so much hassle and danger, with the peripheral neuralgia and shakes, I am making things worse with the spillages and scolding, and have no hot water on tap to clean things up. No communications about when and if I will be paid a visit from the plumbers. This, in turn, means my already short sleeping times have been ridiculous! Trying to stay awake all day and part of the night, just in case anyone arrives, is causing, even more, sleep-deprivation and doing my health no-good at all… I waffle-well, don’t I? Haha!
As it dawned on me that the humming, droning, grating humming noise from outside was as loud as ever this morning, put me on an even lower band of contentment. It made it worse as I realised what time it was. The Ocado order is due to be delivered twixt 06:00>07:00hrs! Had it been already and I had not heard the door-chime or pathetically low-volumed intercom tune – not that it works all the time of course. It doesn’t. A genuine depression was taking hold of me here! I can’t do the handwashing, using the laundry room is not an option – imagine if the Nottingham City Homes plumbers arrived while I was out. I dare not go out of the flat! Humph! Demoralising!
Thankfully, the usual demand for a wee-wee stopped my inner-moaning. I freed my bulbous wobbly-body from the Xyrophobia-suffering 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, c1968 recliner, and utilised the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) for a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode slash.
I had a look outside, from the crumbling-ceilinged new roof balcony. No signs of any Ocado van out there. The hands were shaking again, yet the finger-ends were sensing contact with hard objects.
I got the computer booted up, but before I could use it, the intercom buzzer went off.
I got to the panel, but obviously, someone had let in the Ocado driver before I got to the board. I got the return carriers from junk-room 2.
The driver informed me of substitutes. The Glengettie Gold tea bags were off! The normal Glengettie ones sent. Tsk! But not to worry, although the Gold ones are the best tea available, the others are the second best. No problem, I have enough things to worry about with the will-they, won’t they, maybe, perhaps Nottingham City Homes maintenance plumbers non-arrival. The man put the bags through the door for me, and off he shot.
I got on with the updating at last. But the extra photos again, and the nerveless fingertips made it a long, frustrating and ever-correcting session. It was gone midday by the time I’d got it finished and posted off! Noise from above, which can’t be helped, I know, but the tapping and knocking unsettled me while I was struggling to get the blog done.
I went on the WordPress reader next. Then sent some piccies to Pinterest and the Facebook site.
As I started to do this blog, which needed starting from scratch…
Mostest aggravationalistical!
I checked, and Mr Fries internet had come back on, a little slower, but at least it was working again. So
I did make another mug of tea, though. And took a photograph of the Nottingham City Hospital, from the unwanted, thick-framed, impossible to get to clean, light & view-blocking, new windows.
I then got the fragile wobbly frame-airer out, and put the jammy bottoms on it, in hopes that they might dry enough for me to wear them tonight. They will need constant moving on the machine to be successful. But, I expect not. Still, you’ve got to try ain’t yer?
I decided to ring Night Club pole-dancer and Warden, Generalfeldmarschalless Deana. To try and find out some details of the failed-to-turn up Nottingham City Homes plumber. There was no answer first try, I’ll have a go a bit later. Five minutes later, Deana returned my call. She thought it had all been done. She’d ring them and then call me back.
I got on with the diary work. Half-an-hour or so later, I got a ring back from Deana. It seems there has been a cock-up of some sort. They prioritise the calls. They will come sometime today, up to 22:00hrs. I mentioned the lady who had the same problem and found out that hers had been sorted out yesterday! (I can get depressed, and sulk, you know!) Hehe! Wanna bet they come tonight, not this afternoon. Otherwise, how could Nottingham City Homes make my sleep-deprivation worse, or piss-me off effectively?
The pulled jackfruit, smoky BBQ, Chilli with corn and beans (What a mouthful!), meal is still on the cards, with all the planned extras to go in it. Black bean sauce, baked beans, sliced tomatoes, balsamic vinegar and basil! I think that is what I put in the last one I had, and found it delicious! But it will probably be late in the evening before the Nottingham City plumber arrives to sort the hot water supply out fro me. At least I now know they will be coming sometime today, anyway. (He says with a modicum of circumspection and mistrust) Hahaha! Of course, when I can get to wash and shave safely and actually eat anything, is in the lap of the Gods… well, the Nottingham City Home plumber, anyway!
I kept stopping to move the jammies into another position on the airer, but the pants don’t seem to be getting any drier at all!
It is already oast my head-down time. And with a day of being active for 20 hours, followed by one of 21 hours, then today’s lesser one of only 13 hours up till now, sleep will be very welcome when and if it comes. I’m not feeling too good now, and yet I cannot take any rest until the chap has been and gone, to do the hot water jobbie… I’m tired and irritable again. But, I dare not nod-off!
So, I went on CorelDraw to make some graphics up. Not that it is easy to concentrate. Tireder and wearying. I gave up on the computerisationalisticalisationing. Hahaha!
I put the TV on, and watched whatever crap had subtitles on, including a Hells Kitchen, and a Police show.
The Soul-Food chilli with extras added as I had planned, was another great experience. Smug-Mode-Engaged! As you can see on the right here, the big bowl was needed, and nearly filled with the feast of vegetarian chilli, black bean sauce, tomatoes etc., and thoroughly enjoyed. Flavour-Rating: 9/10. We’ll see later what it causes the innards to do. Hehe!
I got the kettle and saucepan on the stove and took some photographs of the ever-changing skyline. It took the problems of my being dismissed as unimportant off of my mind for a while.
I got down in the rickety recliner, blurry-eyed, pissed-off, drained, frustrated and temporarily beyond consolation. Because, how can I be sure that Nottingham City Homes, who have failed on every commitment they have made, was unable to keep me informed, and effectively kept me imprisoned indoors for three days; while they failed to arrive… will come tomorrow? Indeed, if on the half-chance they do ever call, will they be able to solve the issue? Will I top myself with anguish, disgruntlement, infuriation and exasperation, and frustration?
Good evening.
Your photographs are lovely.
Ah, you should see the ones I can’t use taken when the han d arm leg and fingers are shaking, Cindy. I often find more uusable than those good enough to use. Hahaha!
I’d like to get to the Arboretum again soon. But with having to stay in, apart from the AfterSTroke Physio on Tuesday last, I have been in praying and waiting for a plumber or electrician, to get the hot water going again, for… wait for it…Six days!
Warden Deana was told again, their promised visit yesterday didn’t mature. She rang them and called me back (Always an excuse) They said the order had been wrongly filed under ‘Gas’ they realised we were all eletric, and threw out the order!!! They made another promise to come out today. I’ve got scolds and burns from using the lettle and saucepans for shaving water. Humph! Oh, dear, I’m waffling on aren’t I? Sorry.
May all your desires fester with festivity! ♥
Terrible! I hope you get your hot water before your next post, and wish the people responsible for your ordeal of a wait get to grow very old and dependent one day and are cursed with neglect on the order of what they impose on you, Gerry! Let them be with a broken loo, no hot water, and electricity down at the same time!
Cheers, Doug. Electrics on, but the whatever controls the hot water has packed-up working. Three days they assured me someone wolld be out to me. They said the same this morning to Deana Nearly 15;00hrs now, no sign of anyone. Dropped the saucepan boiling water, scolded hand again. Fed-up!
TTFN
Gad! There is an electrode (or something) that corrodes away over time in water heaters, then it fails. (I had that happen, but I was lucky – they replaced the heater in about an hour of me calling the manager.) I’d think the physical problem – shakes – and the consequence – scaldings- if mentio0ned when you contacted the people responsible would give you some priority. Hope that heater is repair/replaced soon! I hate to think of the physical pain and complications this failure has caused you, Gerry.
Sad, bad news, Doug. The engnieer came lat last night, the tank and or thermostat needs to be replaced. When? Haha! No one knows. He put me down as an At Risk Tenant. But not with an great hopes he said, that was all he could do.
Grumph!
Terrible service! The worst part is you can’t leave your apartment for fear they will finally show up! Missing doctor’s appointments is especially concerning….
Thanks, Doug.
The After-Stroke Physio chap called today. Grand lad. He mended the three-wheeler handlebars for me. Gave me a new stick with four grip-ends to try out. Takes some getting used to. And, he said he would phone Nottingham City Homes about things.
Fingers crossed!
Cheers mate!
Mine are crossed, too. It’s outrageous that you’ve endured all these days without hot water and still are waiting for some clue that the problem will be corrected in hours, not days!
Aye, I’m right down at the moment Doug, mate.
What was that business about getting hot water from the shower? Some people are pretty dense, eh?!
True!
Cheers, Doug.
No hot water really sucks. At least you had a good dish of soul food chili.
Bad news on the hot water front, Sir. Tamk and or thermostat needs replacing. he chap looke rather coy, when he told he he did not know how long it would take. Sob!
Chilli; By gum, I did,too!
Cheers, Sir.
No good coming of that. Sad, cold situation you’ve been left in.
Hehe! I was given hopes toay, but, it got worse. mate.
Fed-up!
Have had no hot water for weeks now. Rang them on the 12th feb and they gave me an appointment for 28th feb. They didn’t turn up. Rang them today and despite the phone and the letter stating the 28th they say they have it down for 23rd March. Couldn’t resolve anything with them so am going to have to wait , this will have been 6 weeks without hot water. Please God they turn up this time.
I hope they did?