Up at 1205hrs… well I fell asleep early last night. Tsk!
WC’d and made a cuppa – realised I’d missed me medications last night, so took just one Trental blood release and one Warfarin tablet otherwise they might get a false reading at me INR blood level test later this morning.
Laptop on and pottered doctoring some earlier graphic attempts for a while, checked emails, Facebooked a bit, then to the WC again!
Checked me appointment time on the Google calendar, 0930hrs, so must set off in plenty of time as the first bus here is not until 0930hrs, and of course that is the time we pensioners can use our wonderful free bus-passes.
No bath either now, cause the noise of the running water will disturb me neighbours in the nearby flats (Apartments). A stand up wash and shave later will have to do.
The time flew by and it was soon time for me morning medications.
I did another search for the missing for three weeks now first time used saucepan lid.
I’m dumbfounded as to where this might have gone too?
Might get a new saucepan and lid today after going to the surgery? It’s possibly the only way I’ll then find the missing one? Hehe
I thought about how people coped during the war years after I read an article about alien-women being moved at the start of the war:
Women classed as enemy aliens being escorted by police and officials to board trains at a London station, at the start of their journey for internment on the Isle of Man early in the Second World War.
Apparently the locals on the island had less food than the internees?
Scattered showers forecast for today, better take me brolly with me when I go out.
Remembered to do me health checks (Novel that for me!) Sys 140 Dia 68 pulse 68 Temp 36. I’ll ask the nurse if this is about right today, looks okay to me.
Finished and posted a Funny Caption Competition on the TFZ site.
This is Sandra Lentz, a notoriously avid Funnel Cake lover…
My caption was “Go on try it… Make my day!”
I put me Morrison’s order in.
Had me wash and shave, then got the bags ready to throw down the waste chute on me way out.
Called at the Winwood Community shed in me way.
Chin-wag with Deana and Julie, gave em some nibbles.
Then walked into down into Sherwood in the light-drizzling rain.
The sun doing its best to come out.
The traffic was building a bit in Sherwood.
As I got towards the top of the hill it got a bit heavier – the bus lane being in use didn’t help.
Over the brow and down to the Gp surgery and booked myself in with the receptionist…
Only to find I’d got it wrong Again. I was certain the time of the INR Warfarin blood tests was 0900hrs – she informed me it was for 0945hrs – Tsk!
And I’d not got me crossword book with me either.
The nurse kindly saw me earlier though bless her.
Off and poddled down to the launderette and had a natter with BJ. He’s going to pick me up Sunday and take me to the Papplewick Pumping Station 1940’s do. Thanked him and went to Lidl to get some nosh.
Got some Pork Frikadellens, seafood sticks, porridge pots, a white bloomer, a Lemon Swiss roll and some canned kippers in tomato sauce with vegetables, another tenner gone.
Caught the bus back into Sherwood.
Went in Wilkos in search of a cheapo saucepan with a lid and another can-opener, got em both alright, and a carpet cleaner spray all for under £9.
Poddled over the hill and up through Woodthorpe Park.
Had a sit on one of the benches for a while hoping to catch some wildlife to photo without any luck.
On up the path and down the crumbling path to the flats.
I took some photographs at the bottom near the flats of a squirrel, but he wouldn’t stay still long enough for me to get a decent one.
Into the flat and WC’d urgently.
Put me purchases away and got the kettle on.
Laptop on and filled in the Wilko customer thingy – I might win £100 they tell me… yea!
Got seasoned baked beans on the pan warming slowly, and the oven on and the Frikadellens in the oven.
Rang Pete and Jane, they are too busy this week for a meeting.
Got me nosh ready.
Lovely nosh it were… but I made too much of it.
Gave it a 9/10 though, I put some black bean sauce in with the baked beans and other seasoning and it tasty super!
Problems with the haemorrhoids this morning – took a while to stop em bleeding and they were giving out an oddly, different pain?
The reflux valve had calmed down nicely. Arthur Itis and Ann Gyna were behaving themselves too. Little Inchy not bleeding so much as recently either. Good!
Cleared up the washing in the kitchen. Made a cuppa.
WC’d again, then tidied up the kitchen a bit more.
Noticed the corner stand I sorted yesterday in the living room – I didn’t like what I’d done with it at all. Looked tatty and out-of-place somehow.
Another cuppa and took me medications. Laptop on, checked emails and finished diary for Saturday off.
Got a feeling that Duncan was calling to see me today. Or is it next Sunday? Memory man eh? Me? Huh!
Did some graphic creating to use later.
Got an email from Dunc, he was coming today – but he’s got a chance to meet and greet his new grand-son. I hope he has a great time. Be nice for him.
Spent far too long on the graphicalisationing, but got a few done and posted like.
Another cuppa and did some blogging.
Seasoned me tinned tomatoes ready for later to have with some bread and sausages.
Then got missen a good bath and changed and decided to do me laundry if a machine was free then I could have a walk though Woodthorpe Park to try and get some photographs of the wild life, I might try to get some of the animals as well as humans. Hehehe! while waiting for the washing to get done.
I set off, dropping me waste bags down the chute en-route to boot – Hehehe and got me washing in the machine and went for a walk to take some photographs in the park.
Perhaps if I’d remembered to put me SDHC card in the camera instead of leaving it in the laptop I would have had more luck in this mission?
Got back after me photographless walk and moved me washing into the drier. then set about a good session with me crossword book while I waited in the reception area.
Back up to the flat to find several more meat-flies in the kitchen? Where are they coming from?
I made short work of bagging them though – they don’t scare me!… much… well, only the bigger ones like.
I cleaned up the paintwork and corpses and said a few words of remembrance as I wrapped them up and put em in the bin.
To the WC, haemorrhoids leaking again. Huh!
Made a cuppa then put the laptop on and update this diary.
Did some more graphicationalising on Corel Draw X7.
Must remember NOT to go to the GP surgery fer me INR Warfarin blood level tests tomorrow – they are on Tuesday this week @ 0930hrs – then on Wednesday the audio clinic then Fri 1200hrs back to the GP for me memory testing test.
Cleaned me hearing-aids inside plastics. Then took me BP and temperature.
Sys 179 – Dia 80 Pulse 64 and Temp 32.4 Looks okay to me.
Got me nosh that I enjoyed.
Rated as 8.9/10.
The now familiar weariness overcame me and it took what seemed an endless time to nod-off.
Woke around 0400hrs – Found some notes I must have written on me pad on the side of the chair where I fell asleep last night. Hard to read though.
WC’d, put the kettle on then made a cuppa and took me medications. used old camera to take photo of me brekkers.
Can’t remember details of the dreams now, so I’ll just copy the notes here: Boats, canal, France/French people… Ferry, sea, End of the world, tried to get licence to shoot politicians, Osborne, medal/award… shot myself with nail-gun and missed, hit a Ford Prefect car? There were some words I could not make out at all.
Back to the WC.
Feeling okay this morning, the bruising on the arm was a lot easier, Little Inchy not bleeding too bad, the rear end was leaking a bit of blood, the angina bothersome a bit, Arthur Itis not bad at all. The reflux valve no worse than usual.
Caught sight of the bedroom… oh dear, better close the door – oh… it won’t close will it, thanks to the damned Crap United Carpet fitters!
Laptop on to start this diary off.
Got me laundry bag and added a few bits, coins, soap powder and down to the laundry room to start me washing off.
I thought it was a good idea to do me laundry early to beat the rush during the day – Huh!
Three others arrived to do their ashing or drying.
Had a chin-wag with a bloke tenant I’d not had a chance to talk to before.
Put me washing in the drier, making room for the bloke to get his laundry in the washer.
Returned to the flat and the WC porcelain was utilised yet again.
Updated this diary to here.
Popped down to see if the drier had finished and collect me washing.
While waiting for the drier to finish, I decided I’d get out to the Forest today and try to take some photographs of Goose Fair. This photo is of the 2005 Opening of Goose Fair.
Brought the washing back up and WC’d again.
Put me togs in the airing cupboard and made a cuppa.
Laptop back on and found this photo I took yesterday from the kitchen window of a woman with two dogs in the paddock 13 floors below.
Not a good picture, nothing special… but it was to me, seeing the two dogs tails wagging away cheered me up.
Got me rubbish bags ready to drop down the chute after 0800hrs.
Did some Facebooking.
Made a start on the October horoscope forecasts.
Readied missen for me trip to town and the Goose Fair. Caught the bus to Sherwood. Nice Chin-wag on the way with some tenant ladies.
Dropped off in Sherwood. Called in the charity shop to see if they had any large brown Ottomans or book stands in stock – no they didn’t.
Then caught a bus into town.
The Pavement Cyclist in this picture on the right was weaving in between pedestrians swiftly and closely. The scum-bag!
As I walked into town to catch the tram to the forest and the goose Fair, I noticed that the Lord Mayors and Civil dignitaries cars had been allowed to park where I did when responding to an alarm activation years ago and I got a parking ticket!
Caught the tram to the Fair – talk about sardines in a tin!
They all spewed out at the Goose Fair though, me along with them.
A tram was going the other way. I photographed it with the mini-helter skelter in the background.
The Goose Fair was due to be officially opened and there was not many folk about so I had a wander around taking some more photographs.
Some of the stalls and rides were open already.
The rip-0ff stall with tons of wonderful prizes on display, where one buys a ticket in the vain forlorn hope that one of the numbers on it will match the long list of winning numbers was open.
Hah!
Never seen a winner on it yet!
The traditional Waltzer was still being erected.
The Ghost train looked well designed on the outside I have must say.
Very atmospherically presented.
Mind you, at advertising £5 quid a ride on the first day, I wondered what it would be costing folk on Saturday night – the time the rides usually double or more in price?
It wasn’t finished being erected either.
I noticed a small stand at the side of it still being made-up called ‘Beat the Bar’ – should be no problem for the Nottingham Alcoholics that. Hehe!
As I plodded around I saw some of the Nottingham dignitaries in their chains of office lurking waiting amongst the Newspaper and TV people for the arrival of the Lord Mayor.
The kids kid corner rides were all ready for the Nottingham ankle-snappers and apprentice muggers to arrive with their benefits receiving parents.
I did notice the huge amount of food stalls this year, already giving off attractive smells to tempt folks to spend their dosh.
At one of the unopened yet food stalls that advertised kebabs and Halal foods, I saw a sign on the outside of the trailers seeking staff to work at it – female only it said?
Is that legal nowadays?
White slave traders perhaps?
The food stall near one of the entrances the one on the right in this picture, advertising bacon and beef burgers had two people cooking ready for the rush in it – and I have to say it smelt absolutely ruddy marvellous to me!
And in amongst the sauces they had some beetroot pickle too!
One one of the unfinished rides they had i presume American football team helmet at the front of the ride.
Just wondered if they were made up or real team names.
I’d heard of a couple of them like.
As I left the ground to catch a tram into Bulwell and get to the GUM clinic I espied from the tram platform, two Fair caravans right next to each other for Gypsy Fortune Tellers like.
The first one Advertised on the boarding: ‘Gypsy Rosa Lee – Clairvoyant Palmist etc. Open.
The second one advertised: ‘Daughter of Gypsy Roas Lee. Open.
Tickled me a bit seeing them their together.
I assume that mother Gypsy Rosa Lee hanging out of the door knew she wasn’t going to get cancer as she chuffed away on a fag?
Hehehe!
Caught the tram into Bulwell and walked over the bridge into the market place stopping to take a photo of the wonderful Mallard ducks as I crossed over the bridge over the river Leen into Bulwell Main Street.
As I crossed over the Market Place, no stalls on today, I pondered on how dejected the place and people looked?
Bulwell having the highest unemployment rate and number of disable registered folk in Nottingham i assume they can thank Mr Couldn’t care less Cameron and ‘Orrible Osborne for their downtrodden gloomy looks?
Slipped the pigeons some seed.
Even they looked depressed! Huh!
And many of them had club-claws?
I nipped into Fultons Foods to see if they owt on offer hat might appeal – but I came out empty handed. Then I popped into Iceland to get some bread thins. Then into Heron Foods – where I got some battered fish cakes and fingers, along with some potato cakes at 600g for 79p.
Made me way back to the bus station and caught a bus with the intention of getting off at Hayden Road and walking through to catch a bus to Sherwood – however… best laid plans and all that… I fell asleep and woke up as we were arriving in Nottingham City Centre – Tsk!
Got off near the abandoned and apparently unsellable old Guild Hall Courts building – that was next to the new E-on building that cost many millions to build. No wonder the Franch owned company charge so much for their electricity.
I walked to Queen Street and caught a 40 bus.
When the bus left and stopped to pick-up folk at the Victoria Centre stop – I noticed some ladies in the bus shelter and something appealed to me about them, all differing nationalities, ages etc and they sat there chatting away happily between themselves.
They didn’t seem to happy mind when I got me camera trained of them through the bus widow though – Oh dear…
Dropped off on Winchester street and walked to the flats. Luckily I woke up just before the stop came up.
I must ask the GP about all this falling asleep on the buses!
Remembered me ‘Mind Test appointment tomorrow at noon.
As I was going up the lift at the flat, the one lift left working at the flats – I realised I’d not been to the GUM clinic – Whoopsieddangleplop day again then!
Tsk!
Just made it to the porcelain in time.
Put me food in the freezer and made a cuppa.
Laptop on and updated this diary, checked me emails and did some more work on me Horoscope post.
Got me nosh – Beetroot, bread thins, potato medallions, battered fish fingers and fish-cakes, tomatoes and cheese pops.
Wonderful! Rated this one 9.05/10!
Nodded off in the chair again, no bath, no shave, no nibbles, no rest, just kept on waking and nodding off again until 0700hrs, when I got up to go to the porcelain…
Another dream filled waking up all the time nights kip! (Oh dear) I eventually got off proper like and managed a good five hours slumber in one go, and all through the night, only two calls to the porcelain.
I found some notes that I had apparently scribbled about the dreams, but they were largely indecipherable. Most annoying that.
Very foggy this morning.
Whoopsiedangleplop number one: I’ve lost one of me hearing-aids again! Searched fruitlessly for hours everywhere, including the bins. Definitely lost it this time. Damn and blast!
Made a Cuppa and took me medications. Depressed and annoyed wiv missen again now too!
Another Hearing-aid search, fruitless.
Had a good wash and scrub-up.
Decided although it was later than I had planned to to do it yesterday (I was hoping to get to the laundry-room around 0500hrs to beat the others to getting a free machine) to get me washing done. But I’d lost so long searching for me hearing-aid. 0645 hrs: Collected the washing from the bathroom bag, made sure the soap capsules and softener were in the bag and I’d got the coins to operate the machines.
Got to the lift to go down, and when I pressed the call button, a lift came up to me 12th floor, but the door didn’t open? After a few more presses, it did open and I nervously got in and pressed for the ground floor. The cage shook a bit on the way down – don’t know if it made any noises cause of course I had no hearing aids in. Huh!
Got in the room and someone had beaten me to one machine, but the other was free, so I got me washing in alright. I could see the fluff sticking out of the drier that someone or more than one by the look of it, had not cleaned out. I cleaned it up.
I returned to the flat and made a cuppa and did another pointless search for me hearing-aid.
Laptop on and did some updating on me diary. Then down again to the laundry room – via the lift that acted up just like me earlier trip down in it.
Me washing had 3 minutes left to finish, so at least I timed something right for once. Hehe! But someone had used the drier I’d cleaned out, so I cleaned out the other one and used that.
Back to the flat and did another pointless search for me hearing-aid.
Did a graphic and searched again for me hearing-aid.
The lift acted the same when I went down to the drier in the laundry room.
Took me washing out and into me bag and back up to the flat. Saw my first person of the day a lady I’d not seen before. Obviously she was on her way to the laundry room. Maybe not a good idea to try and get my laundry done on a weekend?
Back to the flat. Took me bags to the rubbish chute now it had well gone 0800hrs.
Whoopsiedangleplop number two: When I got back from the chute, I bent down to pick up a bit of fluff I’d walked into the hallway – had a dizzy, grabbed at the door handle to stop missen going down – of course the handle turned and down I slid – Clunk thud! Hard to believe even for me, but I caught me left cheek (Face cheek!), against the storage heater – it is now more important than ever that I get to the dentist, and it also started the angina off. Hey-ho!
Another cuppa (a right thirst this morning?) and took an extra pain-killer to ease the pain from the tooth.
Started today’s, then finished and posted yesterdays diary. While doing this I came across a photo I’d taken yesterday afternoon when I noticed a large number of flies buzzing outside around the kitchen window. I tried repeatedly to get a close up photo of one of them, ten wasted shots later, this was the best I could manage. Wondered why they should suddenly appear? Were they perhaps young meat flies?
Fog all cleared now
Did some Facebooking, a lot of Facebooking.
Went to make another cuppa and took another photo from the kitchen window now the fog had gone.
Rang Jane about the time for meeting Pete tomorrow with the Laptop for him.
Agreed to meet him twixt 10 > 1015hrs. (Well that’s what they demanded like).
Then if we’re quick I can get back to the GP for me flu jab and INR tests in time for 1130hrs – then back into ton to report me hearing aids missing – then back to Sherwood to get booked in at the dentist. That’s the plan any-road…
Whoopsiedangleplop number three: Went into kitchen to wash me cup and noticed the sink looked a tad grungy. So I decided to try the Jif cream cleaner on it to see if that would improved it any… during which I came up with some advice for any other old twit who wants to scrub his kitchen sink with cream cleaner to be aware of…:
“Take extreme care when bending over into the sink to get good access with yer scouring pad… as when you get carried away, it does yer spectacles no good at all when yer bang em against the tap spout!”
You can always add calling in to see the optician tomorrow along with going for yer flu jab, yer INR Warfarin level blood test, the dentist and the audio clinic to yer plans. Huh!
Got me nosh in the oven and saucepan cooking away.
Pondered on whether or not to try and do, me corner-stand up again, but thinking of the Whoopsiedangleplop ridden day up to now – I decided to leave it until tomorrow morning, then I’ll give it plenty of time to dry properly while I’m out in me appointments and errands for hours.
Ate me nosh, battered fish fingers, seasoned chips (fries), and baked beans, followed by a lemon dessert and apple pieces.
Rated 8/10.
Washed up the pots and sat down to watch TV, after a few nod-offs I gave up and sorted what I hope is me last bag of documents, mostly for shredding, then found some more in the next box. Tsk! They can wait.
Had a bath and changed into me night attire. Made a cuppa and laptop on to finish this diary off.
Did some Facebooking and checked emails.
Evening all, have a good day.
After I’d had a nod-off for a few minutes I sprang awake – I’d been dreaming of Kentucky Angel, I was in America with her and we were at a fair eating candy-floss! Wonderful dream.
The kitchen this morning, a mess. Corner-stand in the middle of the room still drying, wood polish, cleaners all over the place, the leaked Flash spray to sort, hey-ho!
Kept springing waking all through the night until about 0300hrs as I recall, dream filled but cannot recall them. Yet I reckon I got a total of over 7 hours in, and woke still feeling drained.
But realised I had to get so much done today and was visiting Jane and Pete this afternoon. I must remember I have to ring them first to make sure it was okay for me to go, as instructed by Pete yesterday.
Cuppa and took me morning medications, had an extra painkiller because I missed me medications last night. Tsk!
The reflux valve and angina were bad because of this. The toothache still there but not too bad at the moment.
Made another cuppa and laptop on. Finished yesterdays diary and posted it, checked emails, then had a bash on Facebook while I had the chance. So much still to do today, not going to be an easy one methinks.
Hours later I got the bath I’d been longing for. And, no Whoopsiedangleplops getting in or out of it!
Got the pressies and nibbles for Jane and Pete in me bag, bus-pass, camera and letters for the previous tenant to drop off at the community shed. Set off.
Met Deana and Julie on my way out of the building as they were emptying the coins out of the washing machines. Handed Obergruppenfurher Julie the letters, and she promptly screwed them up and dropped them in the rubbish bin? It’s nice to know that conscientious reliable centre-carers that we pay extra for on top of our rent can be relied on innit? Hehe!
Walk to Sherwood through Woodthorpe Park and caught bus into town.
Realised I’d again left me HDSC card in the laptop and could not take any photographs – decided to get another one so I can always keep one in the camera.
Called into Vic centre and got a Spending Voucher for Jane’s Christmas pressie.
Went to the Jessop camera store and bought yet another HDSC card for the camera. Tsk!
Took photo when I came out of the shop on Clinton Street. Busy as usual.
Caught the bus to WB, dropped off and walked to Jane’s mansion.
When I arrived Pete was vacuuming the old cat Fooey!
He loved it! (Mr Fooey the cat I mean)
I was so impressed with this I’m going to do a post about it with photographs on WordPress later today.
Cuppa tea presented to me and we had a good chin-wag.
Gave them their pressies and nibbles.
Pete was very much impressed with the camera-watch I gave him. Read the instructions and said it needed a computer. No problem I told him, I can give him me old one to use. We agreed to meet in town on Monday and I can give it to him then.
Hog Roast stall, one customer!
Much nattering later, I departed to catch the bus into town so as not to miss the last L9 bus that goes to the flats. Realised I’d got the timing wrong when I got into town and had an hour to spare, so I had a poddle around town using me camera.
The food stalls were back in the slab-square. Some new ones I spotted, but they were not doing very well trade-wise.
The Hog Roast stall only had one customer.
Mind you the Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich stall didn’t have any!
The same amount of customers that the Ostrich burger stall had!
The Chocolate Strawberry Stall was the same.
I caught the last L9 bus back to the flats.
WC’d then got me nosh on.
I was tired again and the reflux valve started to play up – I thought about abandoning the Beef and onion in black bean sauce with seasoned fries in case it made the reflux valve any worse… But I do so love this meal…
I ate it slowly as I could to limit any chance of it bothering me later.
Rated this 9.2/10 for sheer taste – the mandarins in jelly with sour cream cheese was nice too!
Feet up, drink of shandy and I nodded off nicely for an hour or so.
I’ve not got it right yet – Tsk!
Took me medications, thought about giving the corner-stand another touch up.
It’s still there being walked around in the middle of the kitchen floor and not yet anywhere near passable as usable.
I’ll ave to ask someone if there is anything I can do to make it less blotchy.
I must have done summat wrong, I don’t know whether to use the scratch liquid or polish on it again next? Huh!
Sat down again and put the telly on.
More nodding-off ensued.
Gave up trying to watch whatever it was I was trying to watch, curled up and drifted into oblivion – where dreams kept making me wake up (?) very often throughout the reminder of the night?
Somehow this didn’t bother me at all, I think I was feeling more content than I have for a long time now. Worrying that for me… Hehe!
TTFN all, and thanks to all who have helped me get through me problems of late.
0630hrs (Late for me) Woke up in the chair, hobbled to the WC.
Me legs were swollen again and Arthur Itis was visiting me knees fingers and hands. Reflux valve sticking again, bleeding Little Inch and haemorrhoids and toothache persisted.
The skin cancer wound started stinging and itching again?
Hey-ho.
Thought of the dreams I’d had while I was on the porcelain – by the time I’d finished made a cuppa and got the laptop on few memories remained. Somehow I was back in boats/ships again, and frustrated… no details came back to me. Annoying that!
Made another cuppa and took me medications, and extra 30g codeine taken.
Finished off yesterdays diary of Woe and started this one.
Checked emails – Did some Facebooking and posted yesterdays diary. Graphicationalised.
Got a bath and shave, got me things ready and went to the community shed with letter I’d received for Margaret the previous tenant. Gave Deana and Julie their choice of nibbles.
Caught bus to town, then another out to West Bridgford to sister Jane and Pete’s abode.
Gave them their bag of treats. Had a Chin-wag and rollicking received.
Had a bit of fuss with their cats.
We decided that I would ask Steve of Age UK to ring Pete, who had some ideas for selling the old house quicker. I said next time I contact Steve I’ll get him to ring Pete. Pete was not happy that I didn’t ask him first.
Jane managed a smile and showed off her home grown figs.
I walked on to the centre and caught the bus to town.
Dropped off near the Victoria Centre and had a walk around for a while until time to catch the L9 bus back to the flats.
Slipped the pigeons some seed near the back of the council house.
Walked through the slab-square.
The square was full of little ganglets of Nottinghomians.
Not very busy elsewhere.
Caught some citizen ignoring the traffic lights as a tram passed by clanging it’s warning bell.
Along Long Row and up inton Street, that was it’s usual busy self.
Turned into a street to avoid nowadays if you don’t want to be stopped by Big issue sellers, beggars, street artists or consumer service interrogators.
Walked to the top and into Upper Parliament street and left along to the Post Office bus stop.
The L9 arrived and I got on and fell asleep without any problem.
Kept waking and nodded off again and was lucky when I woke just as the bus was arriving at the flat bus stop.
Steve rang minute later – I told him about Pete wanting to speak with him, he sounded a tad put-out by this. Wanted to know why. Told him I thought they were worried about me not things sorted in time before the reserves got too low. After another chin-wag he said he could be free tomorrow but wanted to know what time. I said I’d ring Pete to find out then ring him back.
Rang Pete, who said any time after 1400hrs.
Rang Steve back and he said he’s be at the flat about 1400hrs then.
Tension was in the air…
A letter from Nottingham City Homes arrived about Virgin Media making folk sign a contract with them. Like they had with me. A bit confused about this? Sent email to Dean Walker telling her I’d signed a contract and asking for advice.
I had a walk into Sherwood and called at the Co-op shop to get some beetroot and apple bread. They had some Cheese and Jalepeno bread on sale and I tried one of those, even not knowing what Jalapeno was. Got some other bits so I could use me £1 off if I spend £10 voucher.
Walked back through the park, was going to take some photographs of the birds in there, but had not got me camera with me. Tsk!
Had curried beans, hot dog sausages and the new bread followed by mandarins in jelly with cream cheese.
It was horrible!
Rated this culinary disaster at 3/10. Huh.
The jalepeno in the bread tasted like red hot peppers, I could still taste the burning flavour hours later.
Took me medications.
I washed the pots left them to drain on the draining board, made a drink, sat down and nodded off.
Woke hours later at well gone midnight. Mouth felt like sandpaper, but surprisingly the toothache was no worse.
Cleaned up the kitchen stuff, WC’d and made a cuppa.
Woke up in the chair 0305 hrs, ‘Little Inchy’ bleeding, stomach still churning and feeling guilt-ridden and pathetic.
Made a cuppa and got the laptop started.
Had a supportive email from ‘Ratty’ about me sorting problems – thanks Ratty.
To WC and tended to bleeding ‘Little Inchy’.
Still feeling but down, I thought of the days demands. I must get diaries done, check me emails, keep up with Facebooking, then get a bath and shave and ready the things for the INR Warfarin Blood level tests at 1230hrs at the GP surgery.
Then I try to call Steve from Age UK to see what he plans to do about selling the old place. No answer.
According to whether I get through to him and an answer, and what he plans, I’ll see if I can get time to sort a bag or two out.
Started this diary.
An unwanted and unexpected feeling of utter depression built as the day went on.
My lower legs blew up hard like balloons, the bleeding, the toothache, the angina and more bothersome than ever was the reflux valve. Yet none of these were the reason for my depression – I think.
Photo taken from under a bus shelter to avoid gerrin me camera wet!
Again, all I did was graphics and internet until I got ready for me walk to the GP surgery.
It was pouring with rain, I put me big coat on and set out on me poddle to the surgery.
Called in the Winwood Community shed, no one there.
Got thoroughly soaked by the time I got to the surgery.
Made appointment for me flu jab, the nurse did me blood tests.
Went to Lidl and got some bits. Bus back to Sherwood, walkd through the park back to flat.
Made me nosh and didn’t even wash-up after it.
Odd that feeling like I do at the moment I continued to nibble biscuits, curls and iced lollies for the rest of me waking hours?
Collapsed in an odd sort of maze and did nothing in the work or sorting departments.
Watched some TV for ages, but my mind was not on it.
Didn’t even put the laptop on!
A deep melancholy took over. But somehow, as soon as I got me head down I nodded off as if my life depended upon it?
Woke up when BJ rang to say he’s pick me up in the morning twixt o800 > 0830hrs and lift me to the launderette bless him.
Woke a few times, can’t remember the dreams but I knew I’d had them.
Then on one occasion the toothache was bad so I went to get some painkillers and Whoopsiedangleplop! – the reflux valve stuck and i really thought “This is it” – amazing how although struggling to breath, I seemed so calm about it. Lasted a couple of minutes, then cleared, I could feel the selling going down and being replaced with a pain I’d not had before. Ah-well.
Sorry this diary might seem a tad morose, but that’s how the day was.
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.
Arthur Itis not so bad this morning. But give him time…
Made a cuppa and started the laptop. Had a problem with getting the external storage drive to load. Tried connecting through the new multi-USB thing then directly to the laptop – which didn’t find it? After many attempts suddenly it read it?
So I downloaded all me work saved onto it to the Documents folder on the laptop – which defeats the object of having the external-drive in the first place to save using space on me hard-drive? Tsk!
Finished Sundays diary off and got it posted, then started on this one.
WC’d.
After a couple of hours I’d caught up, made a cuppa and took me medications.
GP for me Warfarin blood tests this morning, then the clinic to have ‘Little Inch’ looked at again.
It’s a bit nippy this morning and drab with it.
Took a photograph from the kitchen window here to show you.
It’s grand having a view like this every morning to look at.
I wondered as I perused the view, how many Nottingham Pavement Cyclists, shoplifters and alcoholics lived nearby.
Only joking!
Off to the doctors to see the nurse for me Warfarin Blood-test. Remembered on the way out to drop off the previous tenants letters at the Woodthorpe Community Shed – the door was open but nobody inside, so left the letters and some nibbles on the table for Camp Guards. (Hehe, I’m feeling witty this morning?)
Also remembered I had to collect me prescriptions from the chemist as well today.
Set off down the Winchester Street hill, and right up Mansfield Road hill into Carrington. Over the top and down, crossed over and called in the paper shop and treated missen to a newspaper (Cause I forgotten to put me crossword book in me bag to do at the GP and clinic while waiting like – Tsk!), then on to the chemists.
I got the prescriptions given me in a bag on their own. I could have done with a trolley! Hehe.
Then I called at Lidl to get a pork pie. Came out of Lidl with the pork pie, a Polish Zywiecka Extra pork Sausage slice, sautéed onion potato slices and a pot of Crème Fraiche… I can hear you asking what’s the plonker bought Crème Fraiche for?
Well you see I misread it for cream cheese.
One of the TFZ gals recommended cream cheese fer me to try yer see – and I couldn’t find any until today – well no, that’s not right cause it was Crème Fraiche that I found wonnit?
Anyway, if anyone would be kind enough to tell me wot Crème Fraiche is and how and what to eat it with I’d me be grateful please, before its sell-by date.
Thanking you in advance. I’m trying out new recipes inspired by the TFZ gals yer know. Must thank em the angels, when I get on Facebook again.
I’m looking forward to trying the sautéed potatoes later. Mind you, I noticed it had two orange warning tabs on it? Humph!
So, (Heavily ladened) I nipped down to the surgery to see the nurse. Booked missen in and started reading the newspaper.
When I got called in, I was so glad to see it was Nurse Ann on duty and not Nurse Gruppenfurher… er, Glenda.
She sorted me nicely like, and I asked her to take the nibbles I’d brought for the staff and departed.
Caught a bus to the City Hospital.
Got in the clinic and signed in with Mr Gloom and doom on the reception. People like him should really have a different career yer know. Maybe a hangman or assassin would suit him better. Just a thought.
Went through and sat down, got me crossword book out cause I had good half hour until me appointed time, and a lady came to collect me within two minutes of me starting the crossword.
The usual talk and questions before she took in a treatment room and had a look at ‘Little Inch’s lesion. Always an embarrassing practice this, fer me, not the doctor. After a few oohs and arghs and telling me she didn’t like the look of it… she covered me up with a paper sheet and told me she would be back shortly with a colleague who she wanted to look over ‘Little Inchy’.
Deja vu at this stage – all this happened on me last visit – I wondered if the same female doctor who came last time would return with the young doctor again?
It was too! After asking about when I how much of the last cream given me I applied – the two doctor got their heads together and told me they were going to ask the chemist there to make up a one-off cream for me to try this time. It would take a while to make up and I could wait in the waiting area.
So, I waited in the waiting area – and nearly finished me crossword book before a different lady turned up and told me how much and when to apply this new cream – and under no circumstance was I to apply it anywhere other than on the lesion itself.
I have to return in three weeks, unless any problems, then I must go back to them, or to the Out Patients at the hospital if they are not open at the time, and take my record card with me.
I pointed out that I do not have a record card. That really cheered up Mr Doom and Gloom on the reception when the doctor queried with him why I wasn’t given one on me first visit month ago…
If looks could kill, I’d have been a gonna then!
I sat down and waited again. A completely different person arrived calling me name – they will post me an updated card through the post.
Glad to be out of the way of Doom and Gloom’s stares, I departed and caught a bus back into Sherwood.
Walked up through Woodthorpe Court and down back to the flat.
Once in, I visited the WC and noticed how full me laundry bag was.
Put me nosh away, stored and rotated my medicines in the dedicated draw, WC’d again.
Then I got the soap and softener in the bag of laundry with me newspaper (Daily Mirror) and into the lift – down to the floor, realised I’d not taken the 20p’s for the machines, back up to the 12th floor, got the coins and down to the ground floor again.
Got the washing machine going, then I checked the filters in the driers – both were well clogged up. Not been cleaned for ages.
So, as a favour to the dirty idle tenants who don’t clean them, I cleaned them – Again! Tsk! There are some of the tenants who can’t get down to clean them though, it’s not easy if your a tad immobile.
Read me newspaper while the washing washed – then moved me togs into the drier.
And elderly lady came down who was new to the camp – and I had the pleasure of showing her the procedure.
I’d planned to take me camera out and have a walk around the blocks for a while to see if any photo-opportunities arose nature wise, but it started looking bit windy, so I went back in, I’d foolishly left me newspaper on the seat, when i re-entered one of the women who don’t clean the filters but could if she wanted was nicking me newspaper! Humph!
Had a go at the crossword book until the drier had finished. I put me togs in the bag and cleaned the filter – I say, Cleaned the filter!
Went up to the flat and put me togs in the airing cupboard.
Updated this diary and then got me nosh on.
The Sautéed potatoes, last two hot dog sausages, beetroot, lettuce and beetroot bread with BBQ sauce. Followed by lemon mousse.
Tomorrow is the Dentist – one filling, one extraction.
Woke and lay there thinking of the dreams I’d had: I was driving around the countryside at night in a great luxury car, A BMW type, and dropping folk off and picking some up. It was foggy and dank. I had the feeling that the people I was taking and picking up were happy? – Later in a totally different scenario I was stuck in a spiders web, but not concerned at all as the beast approached and wrapped me up and hung me up? – I found a scribbled note on me book about Back at college doing Grocers Institute course, but can’t remember owt about it like?
Forced missen to get up, boy was I still tired.
Soon found ‘Little Inchy’ had been and was Bleeding, so I went t’bathroom the corticosteroid cream is getting low now. Not easy stopping the leakage this morning but I eventually managed it. WC’d.
Made cuppa and took me medications.
Found wrist alarm and hearing aids where I expected to (Not bragging like… well, yes I am). Made sure I’d got all I needed in me bag and jacket: Solicitors letters to show Jane and Pete as I collect the house-deeds later on me visit to fuss Fooey the cat, camera, nibbles for Jane and Pete, mobile phone in pocket, bus-pass.
Did some Facebooking and finished yesterdays Diary.
Time to do some graphicalisationing before I have to get missen cleaned up ready for me trip to the Mansion.
All prepared I went down and waited in the reception area at the entrance for a few minutes due to the weather being cold outside.
♫ Baby it’s cold outside,
(I really can’t stay) But, baby, it’s cold outside
(I’ve got to go away) But, baby, it’s cold outside
(This evening has been) Been hoping that you’d drop in
(So very nice) I’ll hold your hands they’re just like ice
(My mother will start to worry) Beautiful, what’s your hurry
(My father will be pacing the floor) Listen to the fireplace roar
(So really I’d better scurry) Beautiful, please don’t hurry
(Well, maybe just half a drink more) Put some records on while I pour
(The neighbours might think) Baby, it’s bad out there
(Say what’s in this drink) No cabs to be had out there
(I wish I knew how) Your eyes are like starlight now
(To break this spell) I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell
(I ought to say no, no, no, sir) Mind if I move in closer… ♫
Sorry, got carried away again… Tsk!
Had a chin-wag with some other tenants as we waited, then moved out and I got the bus into town.
Slipped the pigeons some seeds as I walked to the bus-stop and caught the bus out to West Bridgford. I was soon at Jane & Pete’s palace. Jane was cleaning the porch-way windows and floor, so got me to step over onto the mat… nearly had a Whoopsiedangleplop!
I gave them their nibbles and pressies, half expected birthday surprise back from them but nothing matured.
Pete produced some old blown-up Ordnance Survey maps of old Nottingham and we had an interesting chat over them.
After Jane and Pete finished their er… discussion on where Cromwell Street was on the map – Jane won 3-2, we looked at another two maps Pete had.
It was fascinating looking at how it was in 1865.
Whoever drew them to scale must have been a genius without all the od cons not being available.
A squirrel appeared on the there bird table and I used me new camera to take some shots of it.
Very pleased with the results I must say.
Took some photo’s of Fooey. They came out with Red-eye, so I’ll me interested in seeing how they come out after treatment on the Corelpaint proggy later, never tried red eye removal before.
Then Jane set to kindly explaining my faults to me:
I don’t listen to what people say! Difficult when she and Pete are talking at the same time with the TV on in the background – but I dare not say owt like…
I don’t eat properly. How does she know when she hasn’t been to see me for two years? – but I dare not say owt like…
I’m too trusting! – Guilty!
I can’t expect to make friends if I don’t go out socialising! I can’t afford to yet – but I dare not say owt like…
I’ll never get anywhere to live if I don’t pull me socks up! I haven’t told her yet that I have moved – but I dare not say owt like…
My glasses aren’t clean enough – Guilty! – but I dare not say owt like…
There were many more, but I don’t have enough band-width to list em all – Hehe.
Pete thanked me for the painkillers I gave him for his toothache… no, come think of it he didn’t. He was in a grumpy mood, the pain I suppose, so I forgave him.
I made an excuse after two hours and left to catch the bus back into town.
Had some time to kill so called in the pound Shop and got some bread. Then down into town where, parked in the exact spot I parked in years ago when i was working in security and on an alarm response activation and got a parking ticket for me efforts – was the Lord Mayors Jaguar – but it didn’t bother me after all these years, oh no indeed.
I had a walk up Clinton Street, so much busier than yesterday.
Unfortunately I walked past Jessops and forgot about going in about the camera – Flogglecocks!
I put it down to me attention being taken away by the young lady with the gorgeous chunky legs on display in the photo like.
To the bus stop to find I’d missed the L9 – these gals showing their legs cause all sorts of problems don’t they? Tsk!
So I got on an Arnold bus and dropped off in Sherwood, crossed the road and walking up to see when the next L8 from there was, it arrived and drove passed the bus-stop while I was ten foot away. Hey-ho.
Carried on up the hill and had another walk through Woodthorpe Park back to the flats – the tootsies were aching a bit when I got in.
First thing WC’d, then made a nosh and watched some television – Yes… I can now I’ve got me headphones sorted. (He says smugly)
Washed the pots and cleared up and got on with downloading the photographs I took of Fooey at the Mansion while being rollocked by Jane.
I was mildly chuffed when I got them done. The first one above had bad Red-eye, first effort didn’t clear it all, second perfick! Cropped it too.
I got Jane to give hold him while I fussed him. I’d have got down to cuddle hie bit last time i couldn’t get up again! Tsk! Got rid of Red-eye.
Last one, I mirrored it horozntally and added a spotlight onto Fooey’s head and face.
Not happy with this one though. In’t he great?
Bless him. So much character for very senior cat.
Cuppa and took me medications.
Updated this diary then got into doing some Facebooking at last, despite it being a little late.
Got the headphones onto the TV and sat down to watch two episodes of ‘New Tricks’ Fell asleep…
