Thursday 6th February 2020
Afrikaans: Donderdag 6 Februarie 2020
01:55hrs: Cripes, the Hum is intrusive this morning! When I woke and heard the noise, I was confident that something was amiss, surely this can’t be the Hum? I extracted my bulbous, wobbly, stomach-ladened body from the £300 second-hand recliner, and checked around the flat, only to find that the driving-me-mad Hum was indeed causing the noise! Humph!
Still, I’m glad I got up, cause the sudden urgent need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, so off to the wet room I poddled. Taking care to leave the four-pronged stick well away from where I might trip over it, I got seated. This time things were different, back to the half-way and suffer mode of evacuation.
Then, off to the kitchen. Where I got the kettle on, took the medications, made the tea and took a photographicalisation of the morning view, with the moon on show. Not a bad result, I took it in Night Landscape mode. I’ve put it on large here, not too bad an effort. (He says smugly. Haha!)
The mist was clearing now. Sent off the blog, then went on the Emails to see what was what. One from the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital (I do like that mouthful of a title!). From the lady who rang me last night. Her name is Debby. So now, I have the address to use to update her about the Doctors visit. There was no reply to my earlier request for an appointment or any INR results?
So I sent another email and request. Then I checked the progress of the saucepans I’ve got coming today (another day stuck indoor!) on the tracker system.
Not arrived at the distribution area yet, so I don’t know when to expect them to arrive, latish I should think. I hope the Falls-Team lady comes early, then at least I can get some stuff to the waste-chute and down to the recycling bin.
On to the TFZer Facebooking next.
Virgin Down completely now. (I’ve typed this so often, the fingers did it on their own! – Chuckle!) Today is the upgrading session, mark day 2 for Global-Liberty (Lousy) Virgin Media Internet workers. So, I half-expected things to go down.
Dropsies were galore! Too many. Then, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, went into turbo-drive for a few minutes, just when I was shaving. I must say, had the farce been filmed, it may well have been an award winner at the British Comedy Awards! Even I would have laughed out loud at it; just imagining it brings a smile to my face!
The razor flew to my left, falling in the tray of cleaning stuff, I grabbed at it when it landed and knocked the shaving foam from the tray. I bent down to retrieve it, razor still in hand, it (the foam) was then propelled by Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley in the other direction, where it hit the ground cupboard top, removing various, nay, nearly all of the medical tubes down the back of the cupboard! Savlon, Daktacort, Haemorrhoid cream and my emergency supply of Co-Codamols! All bar the haemorrhoid cream, which was needed for use, the others are still down there somewhere, I’ll get them later. Harrumph!
I’ll have another search when I go to pick up the things behind the
I had a ring of Josie’s door chimes on the way out with the rubbish bags. No answer. So, in the elevator and down with the giant-bag of rubbish. Left it near Stew’s door. Then took a photo of the Information Panel, and nipped in the lobby area, to take some pictures.
Back up to the apartment. Tried Josie’s door again, no answer. Got in and got the kettle on. I tried the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, but no go, still down. So, I don’t know if I’ve had any reply from the surgery about the appointment, or the Warfarin INR level, and cannot check on the saucepans progress. Hey-Ho!
I really am back to enduring my usual luck again! Thanks mainly to the Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, and Stroke Stuart! At least the dance only lasted a few seconds this time.
It’s such a shame that I didn’t realise that today was when Liberty-Global was going to fail again to improve their pitiable, wretched, internet service. Then, I would have not ordered the saucepans for today. There lie’s more reasons and proof that my systematic, massive misfortunes having returned to torture, annoy, bother and piss-me-off again!
The Internet was still down. I wrote things down on Word, to use later. Took me a while to get it written, and as I got up to here, my door chimes rang out, to my chosen tune of Dusty Springfield’s ♫ I only want to be with you ♫, it was the Amazon delivery with the saucepans.
I checked them to see if they were made-up, or I’d have to get some help if they need assembling.
Feeling a tad miffed, but more hurt, after the pain, effort and cost, I thought I was doing something worthwhile and helpful, and the idea made me feel good. I can understand really. But as I get older, I seem to get hurt easier. No more freebies or help for them then in future. I was just trying to help out at the new kitchen volunteers, for the third time. In my current state of mind, and struggling to do everyday things, but still trying to help others, I can do without being depreciated. But bless them all for volunteering, I hope they can get some enjoyment from it.
I’m sorry Jenny was not in and wish the ILC’s had been in the office now, they could have been offered the brand-new just delivered frying pan.
I brought my spirits up a tad, by taking some photographs of Winwood Heights from the L9 bus shelter.
I got on the bus, and out came the crossword book. I did well en route to town on the puzzles today. Swank-Mode-Adopted.
In town, I called into the Poundland Shop. Got some bits: A cheap kitchen roll, cause I’d forgotten to put one in the bag for nose-blowing use. Lavender Dettol disinfectant. Orange Kit-Kat, and some nuts.
I had a walk around, Parliament Street, Clumber Street, Long Row, Slab Square and on to Queen Street for the bus home. I’ll not put all the photographicalisation I took on here, cause there was fair lot them, I’ll do a Trip to Nottingham Special in another post with them all on.
Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley was going at it on and off, and it made me feel like others were keeping an eye on the old man in the side-saddle seat. Hahaha!
I like Bill, a grand chap. Back at the flats, Bill held the door open for me to Winchester Court. We parted wishing each other all the bestest, and a smile. The only person I spoke to, was Herbert (Big John), doing his jigsaw puzzle in the big lounge, he’s good at them. I threw him a “Good Afternoon, you all right?” as I passed. But saw no one else, although there were a few folks about, I was not conversant with them. (Didn’t know them!)
I got up in the flat, no wee-weeing needed! I moved the mushrooms into a saucepan from the slow-cooker with the garden peas and got the new big pan filled with water for the boil-in-the-bag beef and gravy later.
I got on the computer, and Hey Presto! it was back on! Ooh, that did please me!
I go on with updating this blog, and befo
It was getting misty outside.
I got on with creating the visit to Nottingham post. By the time I got it made and posted, I’d been up for over 18hrs! I think I’ll get the nosh done and head
18:55hrs: I took this snap of the evening sky, the horizon looked rather nice to me.
The new casserole saucepan was used to heat up the beef and gravy with onions. Despite my being too drained and over-ready for a kip, I ate it all with some milk bread to soak up the gravy. Hmm! Flavour Rating; 8.2/10 tonight.
Surprisingly, it took a while for sleep to come.
That’s a nice looking set of pots and pans you got. Too bad the frying pan gift wasn’t appreciated. That’s nice you were able to eat all your dinner after a draining day.
I just got a new yogurt maker and the first batch is fermenting as I type. Nothing like something related to food to get us old guys excited! LOL! I made a proper mess pouring the milk with yogurt starter, but the eight little jars should yield a week’s worth of yummy fresh yogurt by this afternoon. I had another yogurt maker decades ago but stopped using it after I broke some of the little jars and got too busy at work to mess with something that, like making bread from scratch, requires some babysitting while the product moves through different stages.
That sounds a bit much for me, Doug. Yoghourt making. When Neurotransmitters-Nicodemus dies, I can spill, drop or trap burn digits, with ease! Hahaha!
Can you make some suitable for the furries? Just a thought.
I can cope with part baked bread, mate, bt from scratch, no. My brother in law still makes some each week. (He’s too fit and not poorly enough, it make me sick! – Hehehe!)
I’ll have to have a look into how difficult it is, this yoghourt making lark.
Cheers, cocker! Thanks.
The difficulty comes in transferring the milk after you take it up to 178ºF and let it cool down to 106ºF, then add the starter. I made a proper mess! I need to think about how to improve that part of it. Anyway, the end result is thinner than commercial yogurt wince it dopesn’t have added thickener, but – I had some this morning – it is pretty tasty, not so tangy or thick. Add fruit and it is a pleasantly light breakfast.
It probably would be problematic for you with the shaking business.
As for homemade bread, the pre-made loaves of dough work for me. I have a bread machine that got great use when I was making bread and rolls for three. Now that it’s just the kitty boys and me at home, it makes more bread at a time than I am likely to use while it’s fresh. There’s just so much bread pudding made from stale bread a guy can endure!
You’re right, too much for me the yoghourt, Doug.
I have the part-baked sourdough loaves sometimes, 12 minutes in the oven, and ready to feast on! Haha! Although the oven, with shaking hands and the neurotansmitters going on strike, a few burnt fingers and dropped baguettes have been recorded. Hehehe!
Glad you like the yoghourt, Doug.
Cheers.
Springfield’s “You don’t have to say you love me” is another favorite Dusty tune — I shall plan to set a chime as an homage. 🙂
Hey, I’m very hard-of-hearing. Imagining a three-person conversation involving myself, yourself, and William on Sundays. Mishearing can become tiresome indeed. You’ve mentioned application of olive oil to the ears, how does that work?
Cheers,
Bill on every day.
I have two door bells, Bill, and a note outside asking callers to ‘Please Press both bells’ Onei n the main room, one in the hall. (Clever eh? Hehehe!).
Olive oil, breaks down the wax, Bill. Donkeys years ago, the Audiolagist and Doctor both told me put some in every morning or night. It does help with the hearing as well, but I only notice when I miss putting it in! Humph!
Asyhou point out, mistakes and misunderstandings are rife in amongst this decrepitationlistical flock of fermenting folk here.
Thanks cocker. Take Care.
Thank you most kindly for both bits of advice, kind Sir!
1. The doorbell — absolutely brilliant. Fortunately, we’ve four cats who alert me by dashing to safety whenever the doorbell rings or when a ne’er-do-well knocks. Our boy Monty also sits atop a sofa that affords a view of the outside door, he spreads early warning to the three gals. 🙂
2. Olive oil — Wowsers. I shall apply some forthwith. 🙂
Wishing you a serene Sunday!
Thanks, Sir.
We are not allowed cats or dogs in these flats. My Cyril, who disappeared years ago now, would have loved it here. And me to have him here.
This may sound silly, but do not use the cooking olive oil, the medical one. Hehe TTFN