Woke at 0615hrs: Full of memories of some of me dreams, the one I recalled best was of me in a frogman’s outfit that had cockroaches inside the helmet, I was at the bottom of the ocean, and a fish (fresh-water Carp like one) was trying to break into me helmet? Duncan Robertson, well his head anyway, was floating around and talking to the fish – no idea what he was saying like. For some reason I was searching I think, for me hearing aids on the bottom of the ocean? Duncan disappeared and returned with a note on a school easel and pointed it out to me, it said “Ferry on the way, don’t burnt your porridge?” Lots happened then but I can’t recall what exactly, only that I found myself on a bus driving along the sea-bed and Duncan was the bus conductor, and he hit me with his ticket machine and threw me off the bus without my frogman’s outfit, but handed me a sign printed ‘Help’ first, then started eating the cockroaches?
I got up and WC’d then made a cuppa and took me medications.
Laptop on and got into finishing yesterdays diary off and doing some graphic preparation work, and created the dream-scene above.
Then I put an advertisement on the Streetwise sight to sell me microwave cooker.
Got carried away and me tea went cold, made another and when I was in t’kitchen noticed a lady with her two dogs 13 floors below outside on the field.
This for some reason cheered me up, seeing the dogs tails wagging furiously and her giving them fuss and attention, so I took a photo of them with me Panasonic camera.
Not one of me best, but they were a long way away – that’s my excuse anyway I say. Hehe!
Still didn’t get me second cuppa though – Little Inchy was very sore and leaked a bit of blood again, so I went in t’bathroom and tended to him.
Not complaining at all though, me other ailments were all apparently giving me a rest this morning: The Ulcer was nae bother at all, the reflux valve had gone down nicely, the skin cancer wound was only itching a bit and no pain whatsoever, Arthur Itis was not bad at all, Anne Gyna was calm too. The hernia only gave me little twinges, and the bruise from me last Whoopsiedangleplop had all but disappeared, so only Little Inchy bothering me at the moment! Great! Add to this the being cheered up by seeing the woof-woofs so happy, I’m feeling very contented for once.
I sent a message to the local police about the many pavement Cyclists on the roads locally:
Good morning,
I’m writing to ascertain what the law really is about cyclists riding on the pavement locally to me. (anywhere really I suppose).
Being elderly and not so nimble nowadays, every time I go out to Sherwood I see cyclist on the pavements.
I realise they may find it dangerous on the roads – but not one of the dozens I have photographed and hundreds I have seen have had a honker, horn or bell on their bikes.
My being partially deaf this would not help me much anyway I know.
I have had cyclist on the pavement coming from behind at great speed, many of them using the mobile phone whilst riding.
giving me and others I’ve spoken to a nasty shock – on three occasions I’ve been hit by them, none of them stopped afterwards either.
They in escaping danger for themselves are creating danger and hassle for the less able pedestrians.
If they are too scared to use the roads they shouldn’t be on a bike.
I enclose just a few of those I’ve caught with me camera.
This is a serious worry and concern for me, and many others in the aided-flats i live in now, after moving from my house to avoid the local yobs.
I’m really concerned almost frightened to go out lately so many of them and they do not slow down, and just give abuse if I mention anything about their possible illegal activities.
Thank you.
Made yet another cuppa and got on with this diary, then did some Facebooking, checked me emails and blogged.
Rated 8.8/10 Super-good Nosh this one: Virgin oiled red peppers, wonderful roast parsnips, cubed potatoes, beetroot, red onion, beef pasty, apple, roast potatoes, garden peas & carrots. Followed by Blackcurrant jelly & cream!
Got me nosh going.
Did some Facebooking while it cooked the settled down to eat it.
Rated this one 8.8/10, very nice.
Beef pasty, red onions, garden peas, carrots, beetroot, roast parsnips cubed potatoes, red peppers marinated in Virgin oil and roast potatoes.
The usual tiredness came over me quickly. so I updated this diary to here, made a cuppa and took me medications.
Woke up in the chair – distorted and with the angina and reflux valve giving me some gip – That’ll serve me right for missing me evening medications last night – Huh!
Made a cuppa and took me morning medications with extra painkillers.
Boy I must have been so tired again last night.
Set the laptop up with the new powered multi-USB thingamajig, so I could have access to two DSIM cards at the same time. Finished yesterdays dairy.
WC’d, bleeding not so bad this morning. The skin cancer wound started itching and stinging when I had me wash?
Did some Facebooking, checked emails and started work on a graphicalisation idea I had, that didn’t come out well.
So I spent the next few hours getting it right!
Then, the day almost gone, I made missen some nosh.
Beef sarnies, potatoes, chips (Fries) apple and beetroot followed by Cornish clotted cream with lemon yoghurt.
Took me medications with a cuppa.
Watched some TV, not a lot as I fell asleep again – forced missen down onto me quilt on the floor.
Boy I must have been so tired yesterday – I slept for over ten hours!
Woke up with bits of me dreams in my mind, but couldn’t find me pen to note them down before they’d drifted into the ether – even the notepad had disappeared, maybe I ate them during the night? Humph!
As I tackled getting up off the floor and me quilt, many of me ailments reminded me they were still there:
The skin cancer wound, I think that was because I’d spent so long laying on it like. Anne Gyna letting me know it’s going to be a painful struggling day in her usual stabbing fashion – Arthur Itis not keen on me moving at all – Duodenal Ulcer telling me not to eat any of the wrong foods today, or else! – The haemorrhoids leaking blood, and the reflux valve in no doubts about it’s intentions to make me suffer today! But sod em all, I’m going out later to have a look for some luxury fodder and a walk around town with me camera! There, take that! Hehe!.
After a painful porcelain visit I made a cuppa and took me morning medications. Laptop on and finished yesterdays diary off, started this one and did a graphic to use later.
It still surprises me how I can be here in pain and yet singing away to myself? Bonkers perhaps? Silly question, I knew the answer to that before I thought it. Haha!
Found me wrist-alarm and hearing-aids alright. (Bragging again here you notice?)
I’m looking forward to seeing Fooey tomorrow when I go to see Jane and Pete. Who incidentally have opened my house deeds and read through them. I’ve had them for around 46 years, unopened ready for the day I can move for me to read first. I have no idea why I felt a bit hurt when I found they had opened and read them through? I might be reverting to me childhood here?
Took me midday medications a tad early – mainly due to me accepting the time on the wall clock (That lies on the floor) as correct, before realising the battery had died.
Took the rubbish bags to the refuge chute then got missen spit and polished and ready to catch the bus to Nottingham. I was going to see if I could get extension cables for the headphones and USB multi thingy fer the computer.
Brolly in me bag, bus-pass in me pocket and hope in me heart, forward I went in search of the meaning of life and blackcurrant flavoured lollies… I lost it there, sorry. I’m back now…
Had a chin-wag with some other tenants and set-off on the bus into town.
The sky looked threatening this morning. But wonderful all the same.
Took a photograph about half way to town.
As we were almost at the stop in town, the bus stopped in a queue of traffic and I took a sad photographicalistion of the buildings…
And the amazing lack of peoples.
Wandered down to Maplins and got me things for the computer and headphones.
Walked to Jessops and got some advice on me camera.
Even Clinton Street was not busy today – very odd I thought.
Hobbled along Upper Parliament Street and onto King Street to catch the L9 bus at the top bus-top near the Post office.
Took a photo showing the Council House and ‘Little John’s’ bell tower against the skyline. (On the right)
I waited for the five minutes before the L9 electric powered bus arrived and I boarded it, again not many folk there on the bus either?
As I sat there I looked up across the road and spotted the gargoyle like statues at the top of the walling.
They were rather pretty I thought, and tried to imagine how someone got the erected so high up there all those years ago.
Zooming closer I saw some of the brickwork had parted – hope they don’t collapse.
We moved off and on the way to Sherwood.
When the bus stopped at the pedestrian crossing, I noticed that even the Pawn-Broker, Money Loan and We buy Gold shops had no customers in them, and they usually have some in whenever I pass normally.
Got back to Woodthorpe Court and visited the porcelain.
Got some nosh on, and connected me extension cable to the headphones and tried them to see if they worked. They were okay.
Got me nosh served up and digested.
Lettuce, fish in batter, chips, garden peas, beetroot, chicken bits and fresh apple, with some bread thins.
Followed by a lemon mousse and iced lolly.
Laptop on and updated this twaddle.
Did some Facebooking and graphicationalisationing for later.
Got washing ready and took it down and started washing machine, one of the two washers was free, one of the driers was free – then a git tenant came and put her stuff in the one free drier. Naughty selfish girl! She didn’t need the washer just the drier, and it says clearly on the notice if you are only drying clothes do use machine if both washers are in use! Tsk! Humph! Huh!
I came back up to the flat did a bit of sorting of one of the dozens of carrier bags to do. Got me crossword book and returned to the reception area to pretend to anyone passing that I can do crosswords, while the washer washed. Hehe!
Went back down and moved the stuff into the drier when it finished.
Had a walk through Woodthorpe Park into Sherwood, to get a Beetroot and Apple Bloomer to take for Jane and Pete in the morning.
Interesting little walk it wer:
When I got to the top of the hill and turned down the footpath towards Mansfield Road there was only one person on the path apart from me like it just had to be another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist!
Got me loaf me loaf for Jane just as two fire engines and three police care sped towards the town.
Got back on the footpath through the park and a motorbility-mug nearly had me as he came from behind so close it made me jump. Tsk!
Then when I got higher up another Pavement Cyclist took me attention away from a man’s dog that tool an unnatural interest in me groin area!
Walking down the gravel path on the hill to the flats, I just avoided a Whoopsiedangleplop as I slid on some wet leaves.
However, I did get back safely to the flats, took me washing out of the drier and up to the twelfth floor and home. I think that’s the first time I’ve called the flat home? Things must be improving a bit eh?
I looked at the paperwork from when I bought me last camera and it said if I apply before 7 Sept to Panasonic, I can claim £60 back! Well thought I, I’ll give than a go.
So I put away my togs and got onto it…
Two hours later I worked out how to apply and found the correct page to do it on and when I filled in the application form, I got this message on the left.
Confusing innit? Jessops tell me I’ve got until 7th Sept and the Panasonic site tells me I have to wait 28 days after registration is completed – so I registered. Ain’t life difficult? I’ll call in Jessops tomorrow and ask them what’s what.
I’ll take this camera with me just in case owt crops up that might be suitable for the Bird & Flower Facebook site that I can try to take a piccy of. This camera is Zx30, the other one is Zx5. Whatever that means like. I’ll take the opportunity to ask them how I can get the date back on correctly, cause I got it wrong first time I tried. Huh!
I tooked a photo of the skyline from the kitchen window on the newer camera.
Took me medications with a cuppa, very late though – Huh!
Must clear-up and get me head down now – don’t want to miss the first bus in the morning when I go to Jessops and then to see Fooey, & Jane and Pete now I have their permission to visit.
0540hrs: Up feeling okay, to the WC and pleased to report very bleeding this morning from front or rear!
Arthur Itis still in residence of me knees of course, but he’s giving me hands and fingers a rest at the moment bless him. Even the reflux valve is absolutely no bother at this moment! I might sing to myself now – ♫ Happiness, happiness, I thank the Lord that I possess more than my share of happiness…♫ as Ken Dodd used to sing.
Found me hearing-aids and wrist alarm despite leaving them both in the wrong place!
Made a cuppa took me medications and planned my day: Check and respnd to me emails, Finish yesterdays diary, Make and post a graphic for Frankie and Caroline in America, have a good bath and soak, do me laundry and if time left go visit the Tropical House with me camera in Woodthorpe Park, must remember it closed at 1500hrs though. It might be tight, cause the laundry take a a minimum of just over two hours – and that’s if any machines are free when I get down to the laundry room.
Caroline & Frankie have a nibble before retiring!
Checked me emails then did a bit of Facebooking, then did the graphic in Coreldraw x7 and Corel Paint x7.
Had a good bath and soak, changed into new clean togs, and WC’d.
Then got the washing ready and went down and got it in the washing machine.
New Sign up in the Laundry room – made no difference the filter was still clogged when I came to use the drier. The Senior Naughties. – Tsk!
Did me crosswords book… well I got one or two answered while the machine performed.
A chap told me he’d just heard on’t radio that we are due for rain from 1900 tonight through to at least 19oohrs Monday night, Oh dear.
Hour later I moved the togs into the drier, then up to the flat to collect me camera and off on a walk to the Tropical House at the top of Woodthorpe Park.
Bootiful!
Foolish Inchcock forgot it closed at midday on a Sunday! Tsk!
I did take photo of some flowers, no idea what they were, but there was a selection of them competing for the sun, that looked nice.
So back to the flat through the rough areas with the old trees, I love going that way for some reason. When I arrived back at the flat I thought me hearing aid-battery on my left one had dies and thought that’s odd, cause I only put a new one in on Friday…
I went to take it out and it wasn’t there!
Panic! I went back out and searched where I thought I’d walked in the Park, but no luck.
Dejected I returned made a cuppa, and took me midday medications!
I’ll have to manage for a while, cause the Audi-clinic is closed until Wednesday – so even if I can afford to get it replaced it’ll take a good while. I waited 25 days for the original ones to get made ready, and that was after waiting 6 weeks to have a test first.
But hey-ho, it didn’t upset me so much as it would have earlier in the month. I was just angry with missen like.
No Dizzy-spells up to now though, that’s good.
Laptop on and updated this garbage.
Then set to sorting me pots of medications out, checking them and making up new ones with what medications I have left in me drawer.
Hunger pangs stared around 1520hrs and I made a pan of seasoned tomatoes and sausages with bread thins.
Not bad for a rushed nosh.
I was getting tired again and I didn’t know or understand why?
It’s been a slow day for me. The only things annoying up to now are the Garden being closed and losing me hearing-aid – but why should these things make me so tired suddenly?
Hey-ho.
Laptop back on updated this diary, then had a go at another graphicalisationing session before I fell asleep.
Updated this old one, not happy with it but Lyzzi likes it.
Overcome with tiredness so early again.
Head down.
Sprang awake around 2200hrs – got up and on’t internet again. Huh!
0345hrs: Woke gently for once. Lay there a few seconds and made some notes of the dreams I could remember having, then the urgent and sudden demands of the bladder beckoned and I struggled up and hobbled to the bathroom – which is where I realised that the new jammy-bottoms did not have a hole in the front if yer know worra mean! Huh!
Cuppa and medications taken.
Laptop on, finished yesterdays diary posted it.
Noticed the notes about the dreams I scribbled – but my writing was hard to decipher. It seems I was with several folk and we were dancing in a fashion, somewhere on the deck of a boat… a lot of activity of an intimate nature was being enjoyed by all – then damn it I moved into a different scenario. I was being pummelled from above by folk one at a time who were queuing to hit me with various articles thrown down through a man-hole above, and a voice would shout out a score each time they clobbered me, accompanied with a trumpet fanfare and falling twinkling broken Christmas baubles?
Went on Facebook to cheer myself up as I felt a depression coming on after I’d thought of how things were not moving with sorting the old place out.
Back to the bathroom – the haemorrhoids were not so bad and bled a lot less this morning. The worst are Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis. The reflux valve that can cause bother quickly from nowhere is nice and calm at the moment. I said the worst is Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis, but I think I was wrong – sudden depression is the worst.
I started the graphics for a blog for LOMM about Dunc and my efforts at erecting the clothe-racks, as Dunc suggested.
Took me a few hours to get the graphics done on Coreldraw X7 before starting the actual writing of the blog, and I didn’t know why I was doing them really in the state me mind was in. Foolish childish escapism perhaps? (Sounds about right to me).
Spent three hours doing one graphic, but it was a hard one and it came out fairish, so I was sort of pleased with it, and I do enjoy doing them.
This cheered me up a bit.
Must phone Steve from Age UK, the missing man who doesn’t reply when I phone him – I think I’ll do a text message instead – begging him for help with getting the house sorted and putting it on the market.
Here goes, I love wasting me time…
Had a good soak in’t bath. Got missen looking half decent and set off to take the letters to the Flats Community Shed – got as far as the lift, then returned to the flat to pick up me camera making sure I’d got me DSIM card this time.
Off to the shed, and had a natter with the gals there, forgot to drop off the letters – hey-ho.
Had a walk through the park into Sherwood and called at Sue Ryder shop, they had no beds in, but did have some of the large Ottermans in, but only two and I wanted four to finish of the bedroom – all bar having no bed that is like.
Caught the bus into Arnold and had a wander around there.
Dark skies and closed down shops in Arnold
Even more shops had closed-down now.
It’s not fair on the shoplifters yer know!
The fag and Alcoholics cheapo shop had closed too!
It’s not fair on the unemployed yer know!
Walked to Fultons to see if they had any of the cheapo-but-nice blackcurrant lollies in, no luck.
Walked out to Sainsburys with a view to catching the last L9 bus back to the flats after shopping, cause there is a stop outside their garage, well filling station.
In the middle of me shopping, Steve from Age UK rang, he’ll meet me tomorrow at 1400hrs at the old house to have a look at what needs doing next in the plan to sell the house when I get it ready like! We’ll see if there isn’t a meeting that runs late that prevents this happening.
Outside Sainsburys waiting fer bus
I over spent again, nothing new there then: Got some of the beautiful Anya potatoes to boil, bread thins, tomatoes, lemon cheesecakes and… oh dear, and this as dear too – Cornish Clotted Cream! The shame of having a weak will-power will be my undoing yer know!
Got to the bus stop and waited in plenty of time for the bus to arrive, I thought I was about 5 minutes early for it, got there at 10 past it was due 15 past.
I stayed awake on the bus – Yes!
No sign of the bus after what must have been ten minutes, so I looked up the times on the time-table in me pocket… then checked the time on me mobile – it was 14 minutes past – how I made such a cock-up I don’t know. but I got it alright and enjoyed the ride through the housing estates of Nottingham en-route back to the flats.
Naughty Cornish Clotted Cream for afters – guilt ridden I am now, guilt ridden!
Back on the main roads again and I was soon back in the flat getting me spuds on the boil and me Fisherman’s Pie in’t oven.
Had some of the nobbly long special nutty flavoured potatoes boiled, the fish pie, sprinkled with cheese and singed a bit on purpose, beetroot and apple – followed naughtily by lemon cheescake and some of the Cornish Clotted Cream! Marvellous, but the pie let me down, very much lacking in taste! Humpf!
Still I give it 8/10 just fer the potatoes.
Devoured it and got the laptop on to update this diary.
Took me medications.
Read some of me book and actually ate some of the fancy potatoes I’d done extra to have tomorrow? Why am I eating so much lately – I’m like a pig lately?
I must try to remember to ask Patti Berkert for some more photo’s of her art-work so I can make another graphicalisation for her talents. These are the two I’ve done with photo’s of her actual art pieces. Brilliant aren’t they, I’m so proud of the gal – oh, second thoughts, I’ll not ask her yet, cause she’ll be busy arranging her trip to Brazil.
This is one wot I dun is of Angie, the Kentucky Angel.
She is a treasure too. Copes with so many ailments and problems but still finds enough energy to plan of building a giant canoe so she can come and visit little me. (I’m planning on building a kayak for a return visit). Angies and Patti’s senses of humour are so precious to me.
The arthritis and angina are back again after giving me a break earlier, so I’m going to get me head down early methinks.
0200hrs: Awoke full of memories of the dreams I’d had – by the time I’d remembered yesterdays farcical losing of the hearing-aids Whoopsiedangleplop, and the joy of finding them, the memories of the dreams had dissipated into the ether from which they came… Tsk!
To the WC as soon as I’d struggled to me feet – felt the ‘sensations’ from ‘Little Inch’ as I walked there, oh dear. It turned into pain when I cleaned away the blood, the lesion and it’s condition is best not described here – but it were nasty! Huh!
I reckon I got a good six hours kip last night – mind you I was drained from all the erectionalisationing of the clothe-racks and worry about losing me hearing-aids.
Made a cuppa and returned to the front room, where I felt warmth and appreciation when I saw the computer table and chair that Dunc’ had given me – his suggestion to use it for eating off worked a treat last night.
Thanks again Dunc’ mate!
As I settled at the laptop to finish off yesterday Diary, I realised that Anne Gyna, and the reflux valve were giving me a break… no bother from either yet – I like this situation!
Mind you, with the ‘Little Ich’ all inflamed sore and bleeding, it’s just as well methinks.
BJ said he might be able to get to see me today to help with the sorting at the old place for couple of hours. Two visitors in two days eh? I like that too!
Started this diary off, and had to visit the porcelain again – messy again.
It was almost time for me medications, so I made another cuppa and took them.
Did some blogging and am glad to report that Kentucky Angel Angie in America has got a date for her moving flat, and some help with it. so glad for her.
BJ rang, he’s coming to pick me up – I’ll meet him at the end of the road.
We got the old house and started grafting straight away – amidst the dust and rubbish BJ took control of what needed doing and led me in how it should be done.
It was really hard work up and down the stairs for me. By the time we’d got many many bags ready to bring to the flat, and bags and box’s of rubbish, donatable goods and stuff to bring via a van and man separated in their own area, three hours had passed, three painful areas.
Me knees legs back and groin ached summat rotten and I was feeling so weary, but so glad and thankful for BJ helping me out.
BJ then ran me back to the flat with the articles. He even dropped me off in Sherwood so i could have a look to see if the sue Ryder shop had any suitable beds in yet. BJ was tired himself by now and went to get something to eat from the cafe while I visited the shops – I got a high handle brush and dustpan i thought would make life easier.
We got back to the flat and what-a-performance struggling to get all the stuff in the complex then the lifts (with BJ me and the bags we filled the lift) and into the flat.
There was no way of stopping BJ, who despite being weary himself, once he saw the mess I’d made of erecting the canvas cupboard thing in the bedroom – he set about correcting and putting it right for me.
As he huffed and puffed, I felt guilty again and aware of the help BJ and Duncan have given me.
After what seemed an age, here is what the thing looked like.
BJ then raised the top of one of the clothe racks (Top photo right), so I could hang me dressing gowns and longer stuff up when I eventually get things sorted and a bed. As long as don’t put heavy stuff on it, it looks good enough fer me.
Made BJ a much needed cuppa, and he went on the balcony for a fag and phone someone.
While BJ was doing this I had to tend to ‘Little Inch’ in the bathroom. Lost a lot of blood and the haemorrhoids were leaking a bit too. The back was so painful, and I had a dizzy spell while sorting missen out. The knees were bad and I generally felt a bit run-down with it.
BJ said he might have an hour tomorrow to help again! at the old place. I felt humbled at his and Duncan’s good nature.
I walked down with his to his car and saw him off, inadequately thanking him again.
Back up to the flat and looked at all the stuff BJ and Dunc had made possible. Amazing.
Kettle and nosh on – tried out me new brush andpan thingy. It certainly saves on the bending – thus the back and knee pain!
So tired and drained. And I promised Patti and Angel I’d try to take it easier? But I have to accept graciously any help I can get. Tsk!
I finished making me nosh:
A few new potatoes left over from yesterday, a mini pork and pickle pork-pie, mushroom pate, Wieska, raw pod-peas, beetroot, mini sausages and me speciality- Instant mash with dollops of cheese mixed in – then roasted till singed in’t oven. On reflection, doing this diary in the morning after like, I’ll give this one 8.8/10.
Could do no more after eating this – well I washed the pots up – took me medications and just got me head down.
0530hrs: Sprang awake after a long sleep for me, I reckon I got 7 hours in – I can’t remember any dreams but I’m sure I had them?
First thought was to message Lyzzi in America to thank her for me box of pressies.
Me back still twinging away at me, the angina playing up, bleeding ‘Little inch’, bleeding haemorrhoids, stomach rumbling, emissions of wind from the anus were mega-rotten smelling and too frequent for my liking or comfort, the reflux valve was popping in and out, the sin-cancer wound was tingling and itching, I got a cuppa and took me medications. Still, yer don’t like to moan do yer?
I got a message to Lyzzi to thank her for the things she’s sent.
Did some Facebooking – dizzy spells while doing this?
Remembered the Morrison’s order coming, so got missen washed shaved and changed – running low on clean clothes now, being so busy like – must try to get some done later.
Checked me emails and did some FAcebooking while waiting for the Morrison’s delivery.
The nosh arrived and I once more have a crammed full fridge, food cupboards and freezer.
Felt a bit better now, apart from the knees and dizzies the other ailments gave ne a rest.
Got togs ready, me book and crossword book and went down to the laundry room and a machine was free, so got it in quick and settled to read me book. Then realised I had not put the soap powder in – Huh! – put it in late and hoped for the best.
One or two of the other residents came down to have their hair done in the next room, at the hairdressers (Seemed sensible to me) and I managed to get a little natter or two in.
When the washing was done, I moved it into the drier and nipped out for a walk though Woodthorpe Park to the Co-op store and got a Beetroot and Apple loaf. Naughty but nice.
Hobbled back, the weather was as perfect as it could be, not too hot or cols, low wind, very nice.
A lady asked me for instructions on how to get to Edwards Lane from the Park – I could tell she wanted me body by the way she said Thank you and take are. Hehehe!
Struggled a little bit on the way back with me knees, but not complaining at all. No dizzies lately that’s good.
Got in and checked the drier then had another chin-wag with a lady waiting to have her hair done. She warned me the heavy rain had been forecast for tonight and tomorrow – that’s bad, cause Duncan is driving from Birmingham tomorrow – I’l email him tellingh im I’ll understand if he dosen’t come with the weather like.
Read me book a while then went in to take me togs out. They seemed clean.
Back up to the flat, put we things away and the bread in the kitchen ready for later – I’ve decided to have just the bread with butter on it, thickly spread, with maybe a few mini sausages on the side… and some sauce of course. I’ll try the Value Tomato Ketchup bottle I got from Morrison’s methinks.
Set about updating this diary and when I went to make another cuppa a dizzy visited again, but only for a few seconds this time, and no bother.
Started to feel a bit tired early again. Emailed Dunc.
Took a while to get to sleep – but after starting to read me new Clarkson book I managed to get off to kip.
0315hrs: Woke in a confused condition for a few seconds – actually thought i was in a hospital bed and not on the floor on a quilt? Maybe summat I dreamt about caused this?
When I moved to get up the knees, angina and wounded patella complained. Hehe! It took me a while, but I managed to get on me feet, unsteadily though at this stage. Must take me walking stick with me today.
Visited the porcelain where I was mucho pleased to find that ‘Little Inchy’ had only bled a tiny bit, and the haemorrhoids not at all. And the duodenal ulcer is quiet too. Great!
The effects of yesterdays Whoopsiedangleplop and dizzies were lingering and I took me time when going around the flat – I did feel a twit when I found myself using me grab-stick to pick-up me medication pot that I dropped – Arthur Itis is outstaying his welcome in me knees and fingers, and I’m struggling to type this dairy. Even nearly dropped me cuppa – then as I took me medications – and this is weird even fer me: I dropped a blood-release tablet as was putting it in me mouth – despite searching, I never saw it again? Haha!
Made another cuppa cause the first went cold while I was doing me failed search for the dropped Pentoxifylline tablet – came back to the laptop, pulled the chair a little closer to the rare 1967 G-plan scratch-touched-up sideboard and clouted me wound on the right leg on the shelf – Off course I did not swear, curse, howl-out or owt like that.
Then I went again to the porcelain and noticed me walking stick was not hanging in the hall of the peg? Then ensued the preposterous and farcical search of the flat for it… this forgetting and losing things is getting a bit much lately!
Eventually I found it hanging on the living room door handle – but of course thanks to United Carpets professional work fitting me carpets, the door will not
close to now in the living room or bedroom, and incidentally Paul the painter has left his trade-mark streaks of paint on the edges of all the doors. How am I supposed to get them off?
I’ve lost missen now… where was I?
Oh well ,never mind.
Another cuppa went cold during me marathon mind-teasing search for me stick, so I made yet another one.
Finished yesterday’s diary and got it posted.
Did some comment replies then Facebooking.
Got into Corel and did a graphic fer SOZ.
Had a good wash shave and then had a cuppaanda pot of porridge. Put some lemon juice in the oats this time.
Then while still awaiting the arrival of BJ, I got the manual for the TV out to see how and what the remote control buttons were used for. But the remote they had left me was different to the one in the manual. Went on the web but could not find this one, or any guides for the buttons?
Still no BJ at 1010hrs, so I made another cuppa.
Still no BJ at 1025hrs, so I started to sort some paperwork.
Still no BJ at 1048hrs, so I cleaned the toilet bowl.
Still no BJ at 1102hrs, so I made a list of things I might look at later… if BJ arrives… He’s picking up the parcel for me from the Post Office on the way, said he’d ring me when he was leaving like. I’ll check to see if I have a missed call on’t mobile… Oh, yes I’d missed from from BJ – rang him back but no answer – wot a twit I is!
Still no BJ at 1110hrs, so I got the laptop back on and updated this diary. Then he rang back – running late will be here later, twenty minute/half-an-hour or so he says. That’ll be the day, nice chap as he is to me, he’s never been on time ever. Hehe!
Still no BJ at 1128hrs, so put me wrist-alarm safe in the centre-drawer in me 1967 G-plan sideboard – I mention this so I can remind missen later when I read it missen!
Still no BJ at 1145hrs, so carried on doing graphics fer a bit.
Still no BJ at 1210hrs, so washed me cup and had a go on Tetris game.
BJ arrived at 1320hrs bless his cotton socks. Met him outside and he took meto the Ikea store.
Gawd it’s a large complicated place – and with too many items that suited me needs – another fortune spent by the time we’d finished. BJ said we were in the gigantic shop for well over two hours!
I ended up getting two storage bins suitable for some clothes in the bedroom, Two clothe rails… no three clothe rails, and two washable Tofto carpets, one for the side of the bath and the other for round the WC.
Oh, and also a Gurli throw for the leather chair – and – an electric screwdriver so I can make a mess of assembling the clothe rails, (That should be fun with my lack of DIY skills?) when I can get the time like.
We were both well shattered by the time we got out. BJ got a couple of items for himself, and I said I’d pay for them for him as thanks for running me about. He refused and would only take a £5 note.
BJ ran me back to the flat and we unloaded the pile of goods outside the reception door, along with the parcel from America that he had collected earlier for me from the Post Office that I had to pay VAT and Import Duty on! It was from Lyzzi, a valued cuddly cyber-friend in the States.
She’d read in me diary that I was short of towels and she said she had some over from her move to a new house and would send them to me.
BJ went to park the car and have fag – and we were both fagged out. Hehe!
I managed somehow to get all the things to the lift and BJ rang from the car: “Could I manage to get the things up to the flat cause he was shattered” – I thanked him and said I could, and he shot off home to get some rest.
After a bit of a battle, I got all the stuff up and into the flat and opened the box that Lyzzi had posted to me.
Just look at the stuff she’d sent. I must send her an email in thanks – don’t know if I’ve got her address though? I’ll send her thanks on Facebook methinks.
I moved the other things into the bedroom and made a up of tea and nearly fell asleep.
Read the leaflet with the screwdriver and it’s one that you throw away when the battery has stopped charging and dies?
I took me medications and got the laptop on.
Anne Gyna was still a bit bothersome, but the knees were a lot easier than yesterday after me last Whoopsiedangleplop.
So weary though now.
Got me nosh cooking. Veg sausages, onion rings and pork loin with bread thins, barbecue sauce and followed by a pot of blackcurrant sugar-free jelly.
Enjoyed it, then fell victim to fatigue and got me head down. So much to do again now, and not feeling up to it, very late for me now, see how I feel in the morning.
0235hrs: Woke with immediate panic attack about what needs doing and guilt at the old place not getting done.
Set about finishing sorting the front room to clear it so the sideboard can go in when delivered later today – assuming that is if it will go through the doors. The cabinet is small so will be no problem.
Then I moved all the clothes from the pegs on the hallway wall, and laid them in the bedroom – where of course, there is no bed yet to get in the way. Huh!
0410hrs: Laptop on, cuppa and medications taken.
Popped to the bathroom to visit the porcelain and decided to have a wash and shave at the same time like.
Reflux valve sticking again, cough still with me, hands not too bad at all, Anne Gyna just getting going, and the skin cancer wound was getting so very itchy again.
Returned to the kitchen and made another cuppa.
Finished off yesterdays diary and got it posted.
Did some prep work on Coreldraw for a project I’m working on.
The J Lewis chaps arrived with the TV and storage bins. Unfortunately the bins need putting together – hope to get on with that soon before me fingers start playing up… well, before Arthur Itis starts playing up.
One of the chappies asked if I had me coax cable he could use – I told him no one at the shop told me I needed one when I bought the TV, and as it was 30 years since I last owned a TV set I did not have a cable.
Very sportingly he told me had an old one in the van, and he went down and collected it to use. Jolly decent of him. They even took away the packaging for me.
I have now to get an electrical extension plug thingy though, as the TV would not reach to where I wanted it to go… when I get some furniture in like. Huh!
So I did me Morrison’s order earlier than planned and ordered one with me groceries for delivery tomorrow.
Yesterday when me Warfarin INR level results came back and were so close to the target, the hospital haematology put 7th September as me next blood session, I emailed them asking for an appointment on Monday 7th September.
Got an email back today with an appointment for Thursday 7th September. Initially this confued me a bit and I thought I’d made a Whoopsiedangleplop again – after checking the calendar I realised it was the surgery that had made the error. I emailed them back and the returned one apologising. I just hope it wasn’t the Obergruppenfurher that made the error cause if she was me next time I’m in for an ear-full. Oh dear Yes!
The Sue Ryder delivery volunteers arrived with me old ‘1960’s G-Plan’ sideboard (It’s printed on the inside of the drawers!) and the VHS video cabinet.
They kindly placed it where I wanted and suggested I use the top of the VHS cabinet for me phone, Alert alarm and TV for now – so I did.
After a few hours the room looked like his below.
I considered having a look at sorting out how the hoover works first, but instead I got battling to assemble the storage boxes instead.
The time was racing by I but I pressed on.
It took me a lot of bad language and hours to get them assembled.
Used most of them in the kitchen, not a pretty sight, but sensible to keep me things and practical I thought like if yer know worra mean.
Of course I may change things round later I suppose.
Then the brainwave hit me!
I’ll go to Wilkinson’s in Sherwood to get some wood dye/restorer to cover or hide the scratches on the sideboard.
I can drop off the letters delivered for the previous tenant Margaret at the Community Hut on the way.
She was a popular girl won’t she. Also take some bits to the Nottingham Hospice charity shop and see if they had coaster for sale.
I got a letter from Parcel Force – demanding £38.58 – that’s Import Duty £30.58 plus VAT clearance fee of £8.00! Argh! I’ll get on the web later to try and sort it out.
How long are remotes getting nowadays?
Obergruppenfurher Julie was in and I gave her a choice of nibbles and the letters – she asked if the caretaker Robert had delivered the writing bureau yet? I said no and she arranged for it to be delivered this afternoon.
Off on a walk into Sherwood and called into the Hospice shop with me bits for em. Forgot to ask if they had any coasters of course.
Out and into Wilkinsons, where I forgot all about having ordered the electric extension for tomorrow from Morrison’s and bought one there, but it had on/off switches for all four sockets on it that I thought was good. I ended up getting his and a bottle of ‘scratch cover’ and a wax wood polish spray.
Thoroughly wee’d off with me spending again, I crossed over and had a look in the Sue Ryder Charity shop to see if the had found me bendable duster that I lost yesterday – but they had not, so I bought another one. Tsk!
With all the spending I managed to resist going into the Co-op to get some more of the delicious beetroot and apple bloomers.
Caught the bus back to the flats and got in and set about ‘doing up’ the scratches.
The bureau goes well with Duncan’s swivel-char that he brought fer me, now I’ve dyed it like!
Caretaker, ‘I don’t charge enough yer know’ Robert arrived later with the writing bureau, and I gave him some DVD’s for his bother, I think he was expecting some cash judging by the expression on his face. Tsk!
I got on the web to see if the parcel of towels that Lyzzi from TFZ said she would kindly send me for the new flat. Bet she didn’t know they would charge me all this eh? Swines!
This is Greedy surely?
I just hope they do deliver the parcel after Lyzzi has kindly gone to all that trouble to help me out… £38.58! Christ have I not spent enough this week! Really fed-up now! Bloody Post Office!
Still the parcel should be on the way tomorrow it said… but we’ll see eh?
Did a bit of staining on the bureau… well i did it all, not much left in the bottle now.
So tired now. Put the TV on to try it for a few minutes – Crap! The picture keeps pixelating – so I’ll have to buy a signal-power booster now – really wee’d off again now!
This is the front room at the moment, as far as I’ve got. I’ve already moved the telephone onto the sideboard and Virgin internet box onto the floor, cause they didn’t look to firmly based. I’m glad I’ve got the laptop out of the kitchen at last.
Got me diced potatoes in the oven and me seasoned beans in the pan, bread out ready and me pork loin cut up on the dish ready.
Finished updating this diary and felt morose after all the spending today again… I say AGAIN! Hehehe!
Had nosh and managed to stay awake long enough to have a good nosh but it didn’t cheer me up, still low after feeling so good earlier. Cobbleknotrots!
Did some Facebooking until me eyes were closing in there own.
Morrison’s delivery int morning 0800>0900hrs.
ust call to see if BJ is back from holiday yet, i think he’s got another week though. Hope he’s enjoying it in Ireland, he usually does bless him.
0144hrs: Woke, with feelings of uncertainty and uneasiness?
Me back twinging away at me, the angina playing up, bleeding ‘Little inch’, bleeding haemorrhoids, coughing and sneezing, stomach rumbling and felt so cold! Still, the reflux valve and ticker seemed calm.
Put me dressing gown on and looked at all the mess around me that needs sorting… guilt-ridden at me lack of abilities, money and help to get owt done, being conned by United Carpets… then the self-pity came over me and I felt rotten!
I took me readings BP etc.
Sys 146 – Dia 73 – Pulse 70 – Temp 34.2 I’m none the wiser till, but it seems like me usual readings or there abouts. Me problem is I keep forgetting to do these every day and the nurse ain’t happy when I go in without the readings.
Put some Betamethasone cream on the Little Inch, Phorpain gel on me knees and back where I could reach anyway.
Depressed beyond understanding I hobbled into the kitchen (The arthritis in the knees bad as well this morning, but the hands seemed okay… but later events soon changed this!).
Made a cuppa and took photo of the opening screen when I started the laptop, and tried to make use of the WC but the innards wouldn’t let me?
After I went on WordPress and got yesterdays diary finished off and posted, I went on Facebook. This cheered me up a bit I’m glad to report – so many messages and comments from me Cyber-Friends. Despite Anne Gyna letting me know she was not happy.
Made another cuppa and took me morning medications early but still.
So much to try and get sorted today. Tons more paperwork to sort and that takes ages, I don’t want to rush it and shred owt I’ll need.
Still too early to start making noise with the shredder.
Answered me emails and blog comments, then I did some preparatory graphicalisationing on Coreldraw and Corel Paint X7 for a while.
Guilt at getting nothing done rose its ugly head and I tried to get the overspill paint off one of the four doors that he’d left some on for me.
Failed miserably with me cleaner spray and marked the wood – don’t know what to try next?
Still feeling guilt ridden, I decided to try to use the mechanism on the kitchen window to to turn it 180° ready for me to clean them – not easy as I have to get me arthritic hand between the button thing and the wall and hold it open all the time while turning the great window with me other arthritic hand!
A real struggle that, now I have red bruises on me knuckles.
Bits of the decaying window frame fell off all over the place and floor when I got it turned – eventually.
Tried Asda window cleaner – not much good, then tried kitchen cleaner with bleach on it, a bit better but it took ages and was so painful stretching up. The framework was filthy and took extra effort and patience to get something like clean. Chips in the glass inside and out.
When I eventually got to closing it to clean the inside I still had to keep the button thingy pulled out all the time or it would not move at all again – well pee’d off and annoyed with that I was.
Then of course I could see marks I’d missed off on the outside – Huh! No way I was going through all that pain again, they could stay there until I can get someone to help me next time – which might be forever!
Cleaned the narrow static window at the bottom. Then had to clear and clean the ledge and floor of droppings when I had opened the window – sod this for a lark – but who can I ask for help? Yes… nobody.
Hard to type now ’cause of the pain in me knuckles – yer can’t win can yer? Tsk.
Took me first picture through the window at 0620hrs.
I could hear noises again that I could not recognise – this seems to happen every day here lately?
Couldn’t even tell where they were coming from?
WC’d with great difficulty for some reason – the haemorrhoids bled profusely again as did ‘Little Inchy’. I really must mention this to the GP on me next visit, it’s getting a tad worrying, especially with the Warfarin INR level having just returned to something like normal last week.
Updated this diary, then returned to me graphicalisationing on Coreldraw.
Got a good bath and changed – ‘Little Inchy’ not bleeding so much now. Haemorrhoids still bad though. Tsk!
Set off on a walk into Woodthorpe Park, determined to find the Tropical House to have a viewing of and take some photographs of it.
I walked up the back and to the top of the hill at the back of the Park.
It took me while because there were no signs for it to be found.
When I did find it, it was closed!
Hey-ho, never mind, at least I know where it is now.
Tomorrow it’s closed all day – but I’ve got to go to the Queens Medical Centre anyway, for me Warfarin INR deep blood tests.
It was lovely walking back through the gardens part, they were unkempt but that didn’t stop me enjoying them and for a while at least, forget me other worries.
I walked down into the thickets of wood and came across a tree stump that had some amazing looking fungi-growth at the base of it.
The wonderful two different fungi is on the right bottom of this photograph.
There was an orange and white ticket nailed to the stump, wondered what it was for?
Anyone know please?
Hobbled on and down the field back to the flats in a bit of a rush – The WC porcelain was summoning me attentions like.
Got in just in time – soddit, ‘Little Inchy’ was bleeding again – I really must mention this to the nurses tomorrow.
I met me lady neighbour when I was taking out some rubbish to the chute – and asked her if she’s like the bottle of Clementine juice that was too sweet for me.
I asked her in to show her the mess United Carpets had made of installing them – that’s UNITED CARPETS!
Just thought I ought to warn any other prospective mugs like, yer know.
Did even more prep work on Coreldraw.
Hunger pangs matured and I got me nosh on.
The coughing started to return and the odd sneeze emitted.
I must say I really enjoyed me nosh tonight.
Chips (Fries for me hoards of fans in America Hehe!), garden peas, roasted peppers, lettuce and cabbage and some bread thins. I’d tried these chips before and they were a bit tasteless – so cunningly coated them with a pot of herbs and spices, that did the trick. Rated it 8.3/10.
The usual sudden fatigue overcame me and I retired for the night.
