Saturday 25 February 2017
Luxembourgish: Samschdeg 25 Februar 2017
An almost 6 hour, dream-free (At least I think so) sleep ended when I sparked into life with an urgent mission to get to the porcelain… and only just got out of the £300 second-hand shudderingly refusing to lower me down so I had to climb out of it recliner and onto the throne in time! Phew!
Laundry room duties to perform today, so I gathered the requirements needed and headed down and got the clobber into the washer on short mode. Had to sweep up a bit, cause someone had been eating a takeaway and bits of food were scattered around the floor, the smell from the bin where they had dumped the box, offered no help in my trying to work out what it was they had – the odour seemed a mixture of stale fish and curry to me. Still, it took my mind off of the depression and boredom for a while.
Up to the flat, where I got the health readings done and recorded on my new Excel sheet where I’ve now got the three daily checks in a single line… and have at last worked out how to get an average of certain cells to record automatically. And it only took me five hours to find how to do, yesterday. (Sad innit?)
I think the Average cells will give a reading that is correct for the week for each of the three readings when I’ve completed the week in full. I still can’t yet work out how to get an average for the full week yet, but I’m working on it. (Not easy being a thick psittacism ridden ultracrepidarian yer know. Huh!)
Back down with some more washing, towels, dressing gown and jammies, but them in the washer on short mode after I’d moved the others stuff into the dryer, back again up to the flat and got on with finishing yesterday’s diary off with a nice cup of tea.
Down again and moved the clothes from the washer into the dryer with the first load… clever stuff eh? And I remembered to keep them separate to prevent the bits of fluff sticking to the other clobber?
Yet again back to number 72 where I started this diary off and going.
Note the timer thingamajig on the printer, I felt I was well organised this morning – being aware that thinking confident things like this usually forebodes Whoopsiedanglplops, failures or defeat that is in the air and imminently coming my way! Oh dear!
Down yet once again to collect the washing – all seemed dried, sorted and folded them in order and departed the laundry room – actually trapping just one finger in the heavy fire-door, it had to be the finger that I cut yesterday didn’t it? And trapped exactly where the cut was. Nice little bruise coming now. That feeling of foreboding didn’t take long to materialise did it… Humph!
Back up into my miniature window leaking, burnt saucepan containing flat, put the stuff away, made another cuppa, took the medications and applied the creams and lotions and back onto the computer to update this tosh.
Checked the note of things to do:
- Go to a new bank and see how to transfer money to new account from old bank that is going broke.
- Call at Dentist to check appointment because I’ve downloaded G Suite which has deleted all my calendar and YouTube history and settings?
- To Post Office get package and details of how to send a parcel to Australia.
- See Warden Deana for help over TV Licencing letter: Also, the window repairs after waiting in on the day I reported it (Not been out since) and being told they would come within four hours and they came ten hours later at midnight, did nothing and told me they would send someone Friday morning twixt 0800 > 1200hrs and I didn’t move out of the flat, lost sleep and no one arrived.
- Check with clinic due to item 3
- Check with surgery and Warfarin list due to item 3
- Commit Hagi Kari (Optional) Hehe!
I thought at one time, I’d become omniscient, but realised I was a fainéant, at best.
I phoned Olive see how she was going, she sounded good. She said I could call to see her before lunch as she was being picked up to go to afternoon tea with the family. (But I was back from the shopping too late.)
I hobbled up through the park and into Sherwood, called in the shop that is closing down and got some bargains. Caramel Chocolate Peanuts, Black Bean sauce, Soap capsules, Chocolate Almonds, Mr Muscle cleaner each with 50% off.
I felt a bit sorry for the staff, but they all seemed cheerful enough. I imagine they will be relocated at another branch or they will be taken on by the buyers, which is Tesco, I believe.
Sorry aboutSorry about the face in this one.
Wandered down to Wilko’s and got a replacement saucepan at a good price, £3. A washing brush and two replacement pads for £2.50, a small Citrus deodorant spray for only 50p too.
Got some pork & mushroom pate for tonight’s planned salad of sorts.
The maroon and white box on the lower left of the above photograph… I suppose there will be some doubting personages who think it might 
contain two iced strawberry and cream buns?
You are right, Hehehe!
I was hoping to give one to Olive, but I got back to the flat too late to visit her.
I’ll just have to eat them both.
Caught the bus back up the hill and had a natter with some other residents on it.
Got in and put the things away and took the photos. Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were being nice to me today, Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald were too. Only Haemorrhoid Harry and Dizzy Dennis were playing up at this stage.
I was appreciating this relief when I remembered all the jobs I had to get done on Monday and or Tuesday, Tsk!
Did some graphicationalisationing on CorelDraw/Paint.
Had me nosh and settled to watch TV, fell asleep at first commercials, woke up a 0300hrs and got up.
Tsk!
A bit pleased with the outcome, I’ll post it to Facebook later.
better spirits to Olive’s flat and had a good natter for a while and accepted my telling off’s from her with aplomb.
Another mess to clean up, this did Arthur Itis no good at all. I called Warden Deans to inform her, she was not on site but said she would ring someone to come have a look at it.
A couple of hours later, Warden Deana rang back, someone was coming to look at the kitchen window. If it is anything like the last time they came to seal the leak, it’ll be worse when they leave – Bitter? Me? Yes!
1735hrs: Not much chance of any maintenance people calling I think at this time of day, so feeling very drained, I did the ablutions and got the fodder ready.
Took this photograph around midnight after the blokes had departed.
Caught the bus to the clinic. Where the investigating medical team, as they got me laying down and they examined the lesion on Little Inchy through this gigantic electric magnifying glass contraption, with a new control apparently I heard them say. As usual, I had to remove my hearing aids so as not to interfere with the thing.
I carried out the BP tests as instructed. All over the place lately, up and down. I’m recording them on Excel so I can take a screenshot and email it to the doctors at the end of the week.
Another hour or so and I thought it rang again… then I realised that it was the doorbell chiming. The cleaning ladies had, as they usually do, altered the tune on the bell when they used the socket. By the time I got to the door, whoever it was that had tried at least twice to contact me, had long gone. Humph!
Tried Gimp online, telling me it can’t load files?
potatoes, tomatoes, bread and three bananas.
Off to the Tenants Social Hour at the Community Hut.
trees, as I turned around to go to the Community Shed, I noticed how my shadow looked rather amusing, with me legs apparently elongated somewhat.
Not so many folks there this week. Bill and BJ turned up, though. Most people seemed to have a real happy time. Funny, this week, there was were only three of us on out table instead of the usual six
To the porcelain for a WRWW first, then had a swig of the Aludrox, stirred the Crock-pot vegetables, turned off the now boiled potatoes 
and got the laptop on to do a post about Mike Steeden’s poetry book.
By gum that were good!
I stirred to life, after a couple of hours of actual sleep, the desperate pleas from my innards forced me to clamber out of the shuddering and wobbly this morning £300 second-hand recliner chair in a mission to have a WRHD (Wet Room Heavy Duty) session.
To the kitchen to make a brew and take the medications.
Off up the hill footpath and left down the walkway to Mansfield road.
Then to the Co-op and got some leeks, garden peas, a TV paper and a meat & potato pie.
Got off two stops later and had a good chinwag with a lady as we walked up to the flats.
Got the meal ready.
Waking at 0325hrs, the bladder and Little Inchy needing attention, I made my way without any hassle from Arthur Itis to the bathroom and responded to their needs.
Washed the things I’d left soaking in the sink and I stood looking out of the window at the lights as they were twinkling away and pondered on life for a few seconds.
The roast vegetables got a bit burnt, but the other stuff was okay.
I spent many hours creating a graphic for the Troll Free Zone members.
On the way up the hill behind the flats to the park, a new tree had been planted, with this plaque at the foot of it: “In Memory of David Alex Gillett (My Darling) Loved and Missed so much”. 
Got to the top of the hill, and there were plenty of folk about today, football matches, pavement cyclists, screaming ankle-biters and yobboes lurking about in little gangs.
Garden peas in the pan, made the gravy with the juice from the peas and got the fodder served up.
The had some good offers on that I took advantage of. Salt & Vinegar cooked almonds £1.40 down to 70p, Rankin potato farls £1.40 down to £1.00 and Irish Soda Bread down to £1.00 too.
Many hours later, I got it finished.
I walked into the kitchen to put the kettle on and get my medications. And straight into t-towel hanging on my home made indoor washing line!
For the next few hours, in between sneezing coughing and trips to the porcelain, I worked on a creation and finally got it finished.
graphicalisationing session. Titled this one ‘WordPressers in the play park – Clarification required, please.
Cuppa and took the medications.