Woke at 0445 hrs, stayed there thinking of the dreams I’d had. First time for ages that I could recall bits of dream, wrote it down so as to record it here later. Finally rose around 0520 hrs.
The coughing had gone along with the sore throat, the bruises from last nights farcical Whoopsiedangleplops was causing no bother, only the reflux valve playing up at the moment… oh, and of course Little Inchy needed tending to, cleaning creaming etc when I got to the bathroom. Feeling a tad sore after doing this, I ventured into the kitchen and got the kettle on, made a cuppa and took me medications.
Noticed that I had not done a good job of cleaning up the mess I made when I left the tap running and dropped me tray of fodder on the floor last night. Tsk!
Cleaned it up again. Took the rubbish bag and dropped it down the chute.
Laptop on, finished yesterdays diary, Facebooking done and put the kettle on. Looked for me notes about the dream to put in this diary, but couldn’t find them anywhere?
Eventually I thought I must have somehow put them in the rubbish bag? A mystery – so nothing but a few vague memories left about the dream, although bits I could remember in detail? Huh!
The dream had me in a battle: I was high up at a window with an RT and old Lewis gun surrounded with the round magazine cases, some empty: the town below had snipers in the bombed buildings, destroyed tanks and artillery pieces, dead bodies, burnt out lorries and fires and smoke: an Ice-cream van with tank tracks came out of a building and stopped the action. The soldiers and civilians formed an orderly queue?
That’s all that I can recall. A shame I lost me notes, I think there were many more things on it, ah well.
Went into the bedroom in an effort to try to find me bus pass in other coats than the one I was sure it was in earlier. Came across some more books in an open box and picked out the first few – which I thought couldn’t have been better selected if I was looking for me favourites of all time.
I stood the books on me book-case and took a photo of them.
So, here they are.
Everyone a gem.
Found me bus pass, I’d put it in a different pocket than normal. Huh!
Back to the laptop and listened to a Helen Shapiro compilation on YouTube while catching up on this and me new emails.
Did me order for Morrison delivery next Monday.
Got missen a good bath and brushed-up and things ready fer me trip to the City Centre to get some bread and visit the Solicitors Fraser-Brown see how things are going with the house sale.
Went down to lobby and had a jolly good natter with the other tenants waiting there out of the howling wind outside.
Got to town and wandered into town then up Friar Lane to the Solicitors. The bloke handling me sale of me house was unavailable. Tsk!
Walked back down Friar Lane into town and down to Marks & Sparks food hall in their basement.
Got some bread, drumsticks and Potato rostis.
Out and down into the City Centre again, slipping some pigeons some seed on the way.
Went into Tesco to see if they had any Fresh cream horns – they hand not! Some fresh cream strawberry doughnuts fell in me bag though. Hehehe”
Caught the bus, having another natter with some of the passengers. I liked that.
Plenty of buses around today, many stuck in traffic that consisted mostly of other buses.
Dropped off at the flats, having stayed awake all the time on the trip!
WC’d and took me medications and suddenly the weariness came on again.
Put me bits of Stuff away then made me super-nosh of the day!
Anya potatoes, rosti potatoes, beetroot, tomato and wholemeal bread with the super tasty BBQ sausages.
Had to rate this one 9.5/10.
I enjoyed eating it all up, well most of it and destroyed me cream cakes afterwards.
Thought I’d watch some more of me Dixon of Dock Green DVD of the last series made.
By the time I’d got it to work (The TV’s DVD system thingy) it was well dark and the rain had started to come with the winds blasting loudly around outside. I did manage to watch ten minutes then the DVD stuck and I could not get it to do owt – so had to remove it. Couldn’t find me DVD cleaner that I’d brought with me from the house though – Wiped the new Dixon DVD and put it back in and it seemed to work seamlessly then – as I fell asleep waking up at the very end of the last of the three episodes on the disc was finishing. Humph!
Washed and into me pyjamas and dressing gown, made a cuppa, down in the chair – and that is where I woke up in the morning with me full cup of tea at me side.
Woke at 0445 hrs. Reluctantly, as I was feeling a bit under the weather with the cough and old I’d acquired, and needed the porcelain, to find ‘Little Inchy’ in a right state and another pyjama bottoms for the wash! Tsk, good start again!
However, on the bright-side, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, the reflux valve and the dizzies were very kind to me this morning and gave me a rest from their tribulations.
Got the kettle on and took me morning medications.
Laptop started. Diaries tackled.
Hot water back on again now, had a good bath shave and medicated various regions of me anatomy needing such actions this morning: Stretch lotion on me reflux valve area, Cetraben cream on face, neck, underarms and tootsies. Phorpain 10% on me hands, wrist, knees and feet, Ciprofloxacin and Otomize ear-drops in. Cleaned up ‘Little Inchy’ and his lesion, creamed him up, and Swabbed him, Creamed me haemorrhoids and used some after-shave to stop me neck bleeding where I’d cut it shaving (Waiting for a blocking treatment)… It’s a lark innit! No wonder I don’t have time to get things done with all this palava and me falling asleep so often. Hehe!
Took me rubbish to the chute and got ready to go out to get some of those fancy Anya potatoes from Sainsburys.
Met with several other tenants also waiting in the reception area for the bus to arrive.
The lady in a white collar is the one who found me hearing-aids the other week for me and came to me flat to let me know – always make sure she get first choice at me nibbles bless her.
Out to the bus and got on the outbound L9 and was soon dropping off right outside the Sainsbury store in Daybrook.
Things going well today I thought…
Fool that I am!
Near the way into the store I came across these here Bling jewellery items on sale.
I don’t go to Sainsburys very often cause of their prices and lack of choice nowadays – but it seems they are branching out a bit with this range of stuff on sale.
I seemed to have attracted some interest from the staff, and then a Security Guard by taking these photographicalisations of the gems on show.
He followed me around for a few minutes. As I approached the potato section to look for the Anya spuds he lost interest and wandered back to the Supervisor on the Help Desk.
Got two bags of the spuds cause they were short dated and reduced from £1.50 to £1.09. More weight to carry, Tsk! Got some jam doughnuts, a TV paper and a DVD of the last series of ‘Dixon of Dock Green’ made in 1966.
Walked slowly up into Arnold and took a look in Smiths to see if they had any cheapo books in that I fancied – they hadn’t. However, they did have a box of all five ‘Die Hard’ filums on DVD. I lent someone mine ages ago and didn’t get it back – Tsk! So I bought it.
Got to the bus stop after a wander around for a bit and caught the L9 back to the flats.
I like having an unplanned wander around – and no guilt at not getting any of the sorting done today!
Hehehe!
Resisted the urge to fall asleep on the bus again, that’s twice in a row! (Superior mode adopted)
As we came up Winchester Street hill I heard an emergency vehicles Klaxons coming from behind the bus and caught the police car through the front screen as it belted past blues and twos going.
Got into the flat and made use of the WC.
Put me bits away and got the spuds on the boil to have later with me nosh.
Looking forward to these, perhaps with some of the BBQ sausages I got from Asda on Special Offer?
It suddenly became lighter outside and the view from the kitchen window seemed to look different somehow?
Still beautiful though.
I suddenly realised I had not seen fellow tenant Norman for a while.
The notice on the board downstairs said tenants meet every Thursday at 1300hrs – so I nipped down, out and along to the Community Shed to ask if anyone had seem him and take some letters I’ve received for Margaret the flats previous tenant at the same time.
Nobody was in, door locked?
Came back and visited the porcelain, changed back into me slippers then got on with updating this piffle.
Made and had me nosh:
BBQ sausages, tomatoes, pickled eggs Anya potatoes, bread thins followed by raspberry jam Doughnuts in imitation cream.
Rated this 9.55/10. Best ever again – top rating.
Then Wednesday’s things started to go downhill a bit…
I clouted me elbow taking the things back into the kitchen to wash-up and dropped the tray all over the floor.
Bent down to get clean it up and had a dizzy. Stayed down a bit while recovered.
Got up and clouted me head on a cabinet.
Carefully got the mop and bucket out and cleaned the floor without any further Whoopsiedangleplops, took me medications, then went in the bathroom for a wash and change into me night attire.
Struggling into the jammy bottoms and they tore around the gussets.
Settled in me chair and put a DVD in to watch. Kind Hearts and Coronets (1949), I was only an ankle snapper when this was made, watched and enjoyed it all the way through to the end without nodding off. That as a first. Thought things were looking up now…
Went into the kitchen to make a cuppa and found I’d left the damned hot water tap running again! Cleaned up the mess… Huh!
Thought I’d watch another film TV this time and got a big bag of pop crisps to nibble a few while watching the film – I nodded off at the first sign of commercials and woke up hours later with an empty giant pop crisps bag at me side and no memory of me eating them all?
I checked the bathroom and kitchen to make sure I’d turned everything off this time and returned to me chair with yet another cup of tea (I’ll get one drank eventually) and another dizzy came while I was sitting, then Anne Gyna started giving me some gip and as I got up to fetch an extra tablet to take I stubbed me toe on the trolley at the side of the chair and knocked over the paper shredder with me spectacles on it and then somehow managed to tread on the glasses! Another visit to the opticians is on the cards now. Tsk!
What an end to what was I thought a decent day! Humph!
Woke at 0130 hrs. – to the WC, Little Inchy tended to.
A right mess in the living room where I got so far in sorting the paperwork out before I had me nosh and dropped asleep in the chair last night.
Laptop on to start me diaries.
Made a cuppa and took me medications after doing the diary for yesterday.
Set doing Facebooking and emails.
I sent email to Steve Age UK along with some photographs of him helping me out.
Duncan Robertson sent me a photo of Seren and her big brother on Halloween night. So cute and loveable!
WC’d.
Cleaned the kitchen a bit more and went to have a nice long bath.
When I came out the hot water in the tap was completely cold, I’d left the hot tap running in the kitchen while bathing – Humph! We’re on storage heater here at the flats, so no hot water again until late tonight.
I got on with the paperwork sorting and got some satisfaction in getting a lot done in that department.
Got the things for me trip to the clinic ready, took some nibbles for the nurses, made sure mobile and camera was in me pocket.
WC’d, then set off down to the reception area to await the arrival of the first bus at 0930hrs. Had a jolly good natter with several tenants who were also waiting for the bus and gave em some nibbles.
All three early buses arrived at the same time, one going to the city, one in the other direction to Bestwood and the circular L8. I was the only one of us that got on the City L9.
IT was a bit dim and windy but no rain today… yet…
Had a walk into Broad Marsh and the 99p shop. Got air-fresheners and cleaning cloths, didn’t need any fodder cause I’ve got an Asda delivery coming tonight. (Must remember and stay awake!)
Plodded up to the clinic on the Ropewalk – realising I’d forgot me appointment book… oh dear! The nice receptionist who booked me in should qualify as Britain’s Champion Sneerer. I nearly told her so, but being as she was still sneering intimidatingly, stood 6’2″ and weighed around 16 solid stones I resisted the urge say owt.
I was in quickly, dealt with in second there and then moved to another room to await me examination. I don’t often over an hour to concentrate on me crossword book…
The two female what-ever-they-were’s had a cursory prod and poke and five minutes later I was on me way with a prescription for some more cream. It really is unbelievable that today of all day, Little Inchy, after bleeding for so many days on the trot had to decide not to! Flipping heck!
Went to the chemist for me cream, a different one this time.
Walked into the slab square and into the Pound Shop to see if they had any of the BBQ sausages in stock – then came out when I remembered I’d ordered some from Asda on Special Offer being delivered later. And, it’s the Walls ones that are superb tasting.
I did espy some ladies articles they had on sale though.
Just thought I’d mention it like.
In the Slab Square it was nice to see a large flock of people for the Remembrance ‘do’ outside the Council House.
Not many younger folk though, I thought that was a bad sign, with so many students in Nottingham and unemployed youngsters too who could have attended perhaps? I know it was not the official day but maybe they attended at the weekend do’s.
As I got on the L9 bus, a sole pigeon was rooting around trying to find something edible bless him.
I got a close-up shot of him through the bus window using me Panasonic.
I think the usual masses of birds had been scared of by the large crowd.
The bus soon got me back to the flat and I woke up just before the bus stop needed too. Again, it was a close thing though. Hehehe!
Had another nice natter with a tenant when I was going into the complex – I like it when this happens.
WC’d. Tried the hot water still cold though. Boiled a kettle of water so I could clean up Little Inchy. Yes you’ve guessed it – he’s started bleeding again. Applied the new cream, see how it goes now.
Laptop on and updated this twoddle.
Got some good comments come in, and answered them.
Made a cuppa and took me midday medications rather late.
Got me air-fresheners going… then had a dizzy spell. First one for a while so I’m not complaining, but it left me a bit shaky, no more sorting today for me.
Did some graphic creating for a post on WordPress. Took me a while but I enjoyed doing it so far, it’ll take a while longer to get right yet.
I framed and aged an old photograph of me from about 1950, came out decent. Just look at them short trousers!
Mother couldn’t be fussy at the jumble sale eh? When she ran off to avoid being arrested, the clothes situation improved – when it was just me and Dad he simply stopped buying them from anywhere! Ah, memories.
Thoughts of that time returned to me when I got it done. Recalled the Jumble-sale clothes, the brickwork from the train soot covered walls of railway house at number 4 Brookfield Place.
A petite sweet sounding address, in reality a flea pit of the highest order. When the London Express belted by on the viaduct within 12 foot of the house, the windows and frames rattled, the light swung and this never woke me up once as I recall. Ah, memories.
The dizzy cleared fully and I got me nosh on and eaten.
Petit Pois, beetroot, roasted red onions and parsnips cooked ham and bread thins and oven fries, followed by a pot of Mandarins in jelly. Followed by me evening medications.
Not doubt about it, it was as good a nosh as I’ve ever had, although this rating of 9.45/10 might have been influenced by the fact that the dizzies had just gone, and the reflux valve eased at the same time?
I received the Asda delivery, with the Wall’s thin BBQ flavoured sausages amongst it, just managed to get it into the freezer (4 packs of ten sausages).
The wind outside could be heard even without my hearing-aids in as I settled down with a cuppa in me wonderful new second hand easy-chair.
I selected another ‘New Tricks’ DVD to watch. After many nod-offs and rewinding to catch up I gave up.
Woke after an intermittent sleep at 0400hrs. Fretting over things again.
WC’d, Little Inchy in a state again – must get to book appointment with the GP again.
Cuppa and took medications.
Took me ages to get yesterdays diary finished off with so much going on and wrong on Monday. Hope it gets better today.
Thought about going to get me laundry done early today, but the rain still raining down I decided to try tomorrow instead. I’ll try to get me paperwork sorted today soon as I force myself off me laptop.
Started this diary and graphics.
WordPress and then Facebooking and emailing done. Eventually!
Took me midday medications.
Made a start on getting the paperwork sorted.
Got all me laundry things ready and went down to the laundry room in hope of finding a machine free – and I was lucky, one was free.
Got me washing in as I came out frail elderly lady was wandering about in the lobby. I asked her if she was alright and she told me she had left her flat to go to another one for a few minutes and when she got back to her flat door had been locked, she thought the warden or carer might have locked it. I sat her down and gave her some nibbles and reassured her I’d get someone to help her. Poor old dear was asking everyone who passed about how she could get into her flat again, bless her. Told her to stay where she was and I’d be back shortly and I nipped to the community hut, but no one was in. Couldn’t see a caretaker anywhere.
I returned to the lady and told her I’d dial NCH control, this I did on the entry panel, and a very curt chappie at the other end got the message and just rang off. I assumed he was going to contact someone via the phone.
Back in to the lady, confirmed she was from flat 56 on floor 10 and told her I’d nip up and check on her door to make sure it wasn’t just a stiff lock or anyone had unlocked it since.
As I left the caretaker arrived and I told him I was going up to check on the door.
When I found her flat the door handle was stiff, but it turned okay and the door was open – after I tried it a few times it loosened.
I nipped down and informed the lady and caretaker. Then walked the lady back to her flat and made sure she was able to gain entry. She asked if I wanted to come in for a cuppa but I had to thank her but turn her offer down as me laundry would be ready and I didn’t want to keep folk waiting down in the laundry room in case someone was needing to use a machine.
Tomorrow I’ll nip and see the lady make sure she’s okay and WD40 her door lock for her.
Back down and moved me togs into the drier. Had a good natter with another lady there and gave her some nibbles and had a laugh. The caretaker was using one of the driers drying a quilt? He actually thanked me for my help with the lady!
Got my drier going and nipped back upstairs to continue me sorting of the paperwork for half an hour or so, found some more old photo’s to add to the many found earlier. Memories!
Then I returned back to collect me washing from the drier. Back to the flat and put away me togs in the airing cupboard and on the cloth racks.
Took me evening medications early, as I was feeling a bit drained suddenly and knew what to expect when I get a feeling like this – I was going to drop off to sleep first time I stopped and rested or sat down… I just knew.
Did a bit of cleaning in the kitchen and got me nosh started.
Sweet potato slices in batter into the oven, chilli and sausages into the saucepan. I added some black bean sauce to the chilli, and a few splotches of BBQ sauce and kept stirring the concoction all the time.
Then got some lemon curd tarts ready to have for dessert after me nosh.
Very impressed with the flavour of this meal. Ate this with some bread thins, amongst the piles of part sorted paperwork laying all over the place awaiting further attention.
Rated it 9.2/10
Did the washing-up and clearing up and foolishly returned to sit down and have a cuppa and take me evening medications before starting the sorting again… I drifted off into dreamland and the sorting didn’t get done! Again!
Tsk!
Woke up at 0145hrs, WC Little Inchy bleeding and had to be tended to… Stayed up an updated this tosh.
Woke with a jolt – for some reason I thought it was later than it was and painfully got up quick as I could to the WC – haemorrhoids not bleeding although Little Inchy had been, but not so much as of late.
Wet rain this morning again!
Thought about tasks today while on the throne: Call make appointment with the GP, ring BJ ask if he can lift me to the launderette Tuesday, No INR Warfarin level tests today, Steve Age-UK and man from solicitors calling today… hopefully anyway, Steve is going to finish drilling the book-case he assembled to the wall so I can start using it and sorting, mind you, he was coming last Thursday, then Friday…? Notes with questions for Steve on book-case for advice on things listed…
Laptop on, cuppa brewed and medications taken.
I finalised yesterdays waffle and checked emails and did some Facebooking.
Started sorting some paperwork – very slow progress as I wanted to make sure this time I didn’t shred anything that might be needed – or keep anything unnecessary to keep if yer see worra mean?
Steve Age UK arrived. I made us a cuppa and Steve started to look at the paperwork sent from the solicitors that he looked at the other week and told me nothing needed doing, just file them away – then I got a letter from the solicitors saying I had not returned the forms and no progress could be made until I had done so – then I informed Steve and said he must have missed that page when he checked them he’ll come and check them on Thursday – then he phoned he’ll come on Friday – Then Friday he called to say he’d be here Monday (Today) – and here he was, he started to check the papers from the solicitor again… this time he did find the 12 sheets of A4 that needed filling in!
Steve filling in the Solicitors mammoth amount of forms for me
We started to fill in the marathon forms and ticking and filling in details required. Luckily my starting to arrange me paperwork into the files helped here as I had to send some stuff off to the solicitors and it was relatively easy to find the specific items. It took a long time to sort, but it would have been a lot longer without me new filing boxes.
As we were doing this the Nottingham City Homes Obergruppenfurher Deana arrived to ask for the £7.50 if I wanted to go on the new Communal TV licence list for the flats. £7.50 being so much more an attractive proposition than the £145 a year I’m paying by direct debit at the moment, I paid the money, gave her some sweeties and thanked her. Now I must remember before next February (Assuming I’m still kicking then of course) to cancel me direct Debit with the TV licencing people at the bank.
Off she flew (Busy gal) and Steve and I got on with the paperwork for the solicitors.
Steve told me I needed three ‘proofs’ taking to the solicitors today. A valid UK driving licence I no longer have one – a utility bill not more than three months old, got one in the box file, Passport – don’t have one – Paid Bill not older than 3 months, Paid Utility bill, got plenty of them so picked them from me paperwork box file ready to take with me.
I also have to make clear photo copies and send/take them to the solicitors along with the mammoth forms we had just finished filling in, oh and the Deeds too.
I assembled all the stuff needed, ‘3 Proofs’ and the 12 filled in A4 return forms.
Steve then got on with tackling the book-case… oh dear…
A very much so worrying amount of bits, screws, pads, rings etc left behind after Steve had finished doing me book-case?
Much grunting and drilling, he said he could not guarantee the safety as he was having trouble getting his drill to go into the wall. Much time passed with Steve struggling and he declared that was as good as he could get it. Told me to get something to put under front of the two front sides as support? Worried about this, a bit nervous about using it now. Tsk!
I was a little concerned at the amount of bits and pieces left over after Steve gave up the job. Mustn’t let Steve help me with any-more with things like this, I’ve got more worries now than before it was built, and it took a fortnight to do… and it isn’t finished or safe really. Still he was kind enough to offer bless him.
Well, it’s now taken 3 weeks to get this far and still I can’t use the bookcase! Too nervous to use it with the weight of me books – might move me DVD that are lighter into it with some photographs or model vehicles? A bit disappointed with this now, it leaves me with even more sorting to do. Tsk!
I then got all the required paperwork for the solicitor – then had to take it to the Post Office along with a form from the solicitor to get them stamped?
Then take it to the solicitor’s office on Friar Lane in Nottingham City Centre, mucho unwanted hassle!
Steve was well-worn out as he left hours later, I thanked him with worrying thoughts in the back of my mind about the safety of the book-case?.
I got the Solicitors stuff ready to take to the Post Office for validation and copying.
Out into the pouring rain – and it was pouring! Struggled to keep the paperwork dry by folding the bag and carrying it under my arm which meant I could not use me umbrella and got well soaked as I walked down into Sherwood and to the Post Office, but at least the paperwork was dry – Where I waited in the queue for twenty minutes to get served ad was informed they could not do the validation of the solicitors requirements at that branch, only three branches can do this, Hucknall PO, Basford PO or Nottingham PO. I thought hey-ho! They could however do the photocopying for me, and did so.
Out to the bus stop and into town.
Straight to the Post Office on King Street – I really wish I had taken me camera with me to record the masses of people in the queue! There seemed hundreds in it!
I took a ticket from the machine, my number was 178 – the sign on the wall that lights up when they call the next waiting Nottingham personage in the queue informed me that the next one waiting to be called was number 101.
So I had 77 people in front of me, no seats free they were all taken.
I found a corner of wall I could lean against and got me crossword book out.
An hour or so later my number came up and I approached counter number two. Despite being so busy the lady was patient in dealing with my needs bless her. I paid the required £18.50 for the service and went to exit the place – and boy the rain belting down now!
I found that the solicitors offices were at the far end of Friar Lane, so I had the fun of getting well soaked in getting there!
Not having me camera with me, I made this photograph from Google Street view and added the rain using Coreldraw later – not bad eh? Fair enough, it ain’t good then!
I handed the package with all the stuff in it to the nice lady at the front desk, thought I’d get the originals back and she would keep the photo copies, but she kept the lot?
Back out into the rain and down back into town.
Called in Tesco and got some fresh cream apple turnovers and bread thins.
Waited for the next L9 bus under the shelter.
Got on the bus and wished I’d got me camera with me – it was the most crammed bus I’d ever been on, and some what looked like Druids got on the bus… I’d like to have got a shot of these for you all. Huh!
Despite the noise on the bus of people shouting down their phones and others arguing energetically with each other about something called what sounded like ‘Enderers?’ I struggled to keep awake, then started coughing, that set off the reflux valve giving me some gip and that made me even more frustrated with the day and made breathing a hassle and pain for me. Tsk!
Got back into the flat and took me medications straight away, and a swig of cough medicine that was still in date.
Thankfully the reflux valve calmed down and gave me some relief with an hour or so.
Then I thought about me nosh, so knew I was feeling a bit better then. Decided to have Smoked kippers in vegetable and BBQ sauce, fish sticks, Chips, garden peas, beetroot and bread thins.
The cream turnovers afterwards were not very good though at all, most disappointingly tasteless.
After I’d eaten it all up (Not the turnovers though, eurgh!), I got the shakes and coughed away again. No dizzies though.
I thought the day had had its fair share of disappointments hassle and miserable moments – but felt glad that the house sale can start moving again now the solicitor has the required details in hand. Also I was feeling a bit better physically – mentally I’m not so sure? Hehe!
Started to watch the ‘New Tricks’ Series one DVD – after falling asleep and rewinding several times I gave up and tried to read me book – lasted a few pages then off into the land of nod…
Kept waking up and worrying about things all the night – Should they have slept me original ID papers? – Will things get moving now? – Will the bookcase collapse? – Will little Inchy ever stop bleeding? – What jobs need doing tomorrow? – How will I find time to do me laundry?… Gawd I was fretting away… Hey-ho, poor soul!
Got up at 0400hrs, coughing merrily as I cleaned and dressed ‘Little Inchy’ again…
Soon as I moved it had to be to the bathroom for careful removal of the dried blood.
I really must get to the GP about this – I went to the NHS drop-in centre yesterday to find it had closed down.
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
Decided to get me laptop on and finish me Saturday diary off, get the emails sorted, Facebooking done and then get on with sorting the flat… either the paperwork or moving stuff into the bedroom to give me room to clean the living room proper and then get the stuff back in the right places… didn’t feel up to doing either really with all the blood loss I felt right drained. But, needs must, it is driving me bonkers not getting it done.
Steve not arriving with the surveyor bloke on Friday has delayed progress on the house sale again. Just hope they arrive tomorrow.
I might move some furniture about to see how it works in the new places instead?
I’ll get a bath first, no, maybe not, I might need one more later?
0915hrs: I’ll make a start now… back later, I hope…
1640hrs: Plans to pot again!
Opened a box from the bedroom containing paperwork – masses of paperwork. Thought I might find me TV licence in amongst this lot.
Spent hours sorting and shredding, in between visits to the porcelain, cups of tea and making me nosh.
Shepherds pie with chips (fries), garden peas and bread thins.
Followed with a mini-pot of ice-cream and a pot of yoghurt.
Very nice, gave this one a 9.45/10 rating.
Got carefully into the bath for a good soak – fell asleep. When I woke at first I thought I’d been asleep for age, but the water was still warm.
Rain and fireworks in the distance, but no idea why I’d gone into the kitchen?
Nearly went thingy over what’s-it getting out, just managed not to though.
The wind was a-blowing and the rain descending summat awful.
Thought I’d watch some film or other on the TV.
Thought I’d do me usual and fall asleep but… I watched the film all the way through. As it finished a flash-thought attacked me, and I urgently got up and went into the kitchen – in the few moments it took me to get into the kitchen I’d forgotten what the flash-thought was?
Made a cuppa while I tried in-vain to remember what it was that I went into there for – no luck, still no idea why?
Returned and got me head down, fully expecting to nod-off at any moment. I was still waiting to nod-off at 0100hrs. Tsk!
Took a good while to get to sleep last night. I suppose ’cause I got no walking in staying in the flat all day waiting for Steve Age UK to arrive, of course he didn’t.
When I stir, I was amazed with how I felt. Anne Gyna had absconded, only a little blood from ‘Little Inchy’ and H Ernia was calm. Bleeding from the rear end was a bit bad, but I’m not complaining. the head was a bit sore from me Whoopsiedangleplop yesterday. Hehe!
WC’d.
Cuppa and medications taken, then laptop on to start this off. Got carried away with delving into the complexities of using the smudge facility in Coreldraw 7 and lost a couple of hours there. Still can’t master it now! Huh!
I found me graphic wot I dun and aged for the TFZ site and posted that off.
Another cuppa and some brekkers then ingested.
No time for Facebooking this morning, got to get missen ready to go into town and visit the NHS drop-in centre on Upper Parliament Street.
Got me bus-pass, camera and money safe in me coat pockets.
Got the bath running and perfumed it with lavender antiseptic disinfectant – hoping this will help and not hinder the healing of ‘Little Inchies lesion’.
By the time I’d had me shave afterwards, I realised this would not help the healing of ‘Little Inchies lesion! Whoa, talk about sting!
Hello, it’s raining and blowing something rotten out there now. Should I have another days hibernation or not? Oh no, must get to the drop-in centre.
Rubbish down the chute of the way down and had a natter in reception with a couple of tenants. Then to the bus-stop and caught the L9 into town.
Bit of a problem when the bus got onto Gordon Road – it got blocked by parked cars and vans and the driver pipped his horn. He called his control centre, who we heard tell him to give it a few minutes and call back if no solution and they would call the police to move the offending vehicle.
After five minutes or so, a chap came out of his house and moved his car to allow the bus to get through. Not the offending parker though. The lever driver manoeuvred the bus through with great skill and inches to spare and we were off.
In town it was wet dreary and busy.
I went up on the walk-over and took some photographicalisations of the traffic on view below.
Plenty of buses and shoplifters in sight on Upper Parliament Street.
Had a dizzy-spell while doing this, but soon alright again.
Lots of Christmas shopper I suppose after nicking some early presents for the family.
The usual sight of Nottingham Shoplift.. Shoppers, muggers, benefit recipients, bullies, pickpockets, Big Issue sellers, immigrants and winos as they crossed the lights as if the traffic was none-existent!
I plodded on towards the NHS Drop-in Centre at the other end of the street through…
The NHS Drop-in Centre at the other end of the street had been closed down! Tsk!
Walked back to Victoria centre and had a walk through and down to Tesco – where amazingly I found that a tw0-pack of those fresh cream French horn thingamabobs jumped into me basket again? Also got a tiny little shop baked loaf with cheese chutney, very costly I thought at £1.50, more like a cob than a loaf.
Had a wander around window shopping in the rain.
Walked for ages as according to the time-table in me pocket, there were only four L9 buses on a Saturday and the last one to leave or should leave at 5 past the hour.
As I meandered through the slab square there was a wedding taking place in the Council house and they were using (hiring) an old London AEC Routemaster Bus for transport.Nice touch the name on the destination board, but why I thought only one name?
As I walked up King Street there was a Fire Tender on the corner tending to a fire in one of the restaurants.
I got to the bus stop and the electronic timetable informed me that the L9 leaves at 55 past the hour?
I waited just in case me paper timetable was right for 5 past the hour, but no L9 bus came.
Walked down to another bus stop and waited 20 minutes in the rain for the 40 bus to arrive that takes me onto Winchester Street from where a little walk in the rain and I’d be back at the flats – that was the idea and plan.
The bus arrived no problem and I squashed missen in with the weary shoplifters and was soon on our way.
Dropped off the bus, over the road, round the corner, up the road and over into Chestnut Walk.
Took a photo in the gloom of the flats in the rain, well drizzle.
As I ascended in the lift, many plans and ideas came to me… make a start on sorting the paperwork, or maybe sort out the trays ready to use when I get the book-case sorted out and screwed to the wall. None of these came to fruition though…
Got in, WC’d warmed some chilli and had it with me expensive bread and cream cakes and a mini-pot of ice cream.
Literally fell asleep while eating it.
Well gone, I woke up any hours later in the dark and cleaned up the carpet of the remnants of the tray that had fell onto it as I drifted off.
‘Little Inchy’ bleeding bad, so I did me best to clean him up. Tsk!
Made a cuppa, and drifted off again before drinking it.
Misshaped, aching and bloodied I woke in the chair – after, wait for it… Seven Hours Kip!
I must have been well shattered for me to sleep that long. Any-road, soon as I moved the congealed blood caused me to jump a bit (Tsk) and I made me way to the bathroom to sort missen out.
Glad I got me cotton wool pads now. Did me best to clean up Little Inchy withut rushing it. Bloodied the bathroom a bit when he unexpectedly squirted and sprayed all over me and the room. Not good this I thought.
Busy day today as well, Morrisons deliver AM, then the district nurses were coming to inject me at 1700hrs, Meeting Pete this earlier this afternoon, Iceland delivery tonight and so much sorting to do… I seem to be in a bigger mess now than ever – thinking about it though, I can expect this with me sorting through the box’s of stuff stored in the bedroom and trying to work out where to find permanent homes for the stuff – so glad I got rid of some of it before I moved now.
Cleaned the bathroom and myself and onto the porcelain – would you believe it – more blood from the rear end this time.
Bent down to clean where some had splashed behind the bowl and clouted me nose and chin on the side of the porcelain as Arthur Itis decided me knee would give way and the nose began bleeding again!
I cleaned up again and made a cuppa and took me medications and sat for a few moments thinking… I spoke with missen: Things were not going well are they Inchy me boy? Much to do, bleeding like never before, trouble with the bank and conveyors getting payment holding up the sale of the house… Anne Gyna joining in me misery now… I soon snapped out of it when I realised I was lucky to be here at all really.
Singing away (Adam Faith’s “My last wish”) to myself now as I got the laptop on and was greeted with many emails awaiting attention. Finished off yesterdays diary and got it posted.
Did some Facebooking before having me bath and shave.
Morrison order came, but it away and set off on the bus to town to meet Pete. This is so I can claim using his vouchers a free Panto ticket for his elderly neighbour so they can all have a night out at the playhouse.
Walked into the slab square to meet him.
By the time I got in the square it was pouring down!
Then I found out we had to wait in the middle of the square for TWO Hours before the tickets arrived! At least it was a good idea of Pete’s to go early, we were 2nd in the queue.
This meaning of course, I’d be late for getting back to the flat for the nurses visit to give me the injections. The only thing was get a taxi.
Which I did.
Got back just in time. WC’d.
Had me treatment from the buxom nurses, then got the kettle on and the Iceland delivery came. Glad in a way, cause this meant I could have me lamb shank potatoes and peas for me late nosh – providing I stayed awake long enough. Hehe!
Lamb shank, lettered potatoes, garden peas in nice minted gravy. Followed by an ice-cream.
Tasty, very tasty.
Gave this a 9.2/10.
Very tired now, but not in bad spirits.
Other than a bit annoyed with having to spend so much on the taxi from town like.
Must remember Steve Age UK is calling tomorrow. (Well that’s the plan!)
Then as I cleared up the kitchen and tidied up…
I picked up the kitchen towel to unwind some to use… Arthur Itis made me drop it… I caught it and stepped back… right into the wheeled trolley… Tsk!
So now I have selection of bleeding areas over me short stubby wobbly body to contend with.
Occasionally me nose where I fell and hit it on the sink getting out of the bath, me ear-hole wear I fell and banged it getting into the bath – Most days from me haemorrhoids – Everyday from ‘Little Inchy’s lesion’ – and now the back of me water retaining left leg! Hey-ho! When its gone its gone! Hehe!
On the bright side, the Reflux valve, Anne Gyna, Duodenal ulcer, ticker valve replacement and hernia are being kind to me tonight.
After a rough nights sleeping I could recall some bits of me dreams: I was up in a gigantic crane cabin that had ladders leading from it to buildings around it… someone was at the other end of each ladder and shouting at me but I couldn’t hear what they were saying as I juggled the cranes grabber controls to try to pick up me hearing aids that were 30 odd floors below laying on bed of salad on a dish, that was on top of a Rolls Royce?… found myself in an office being interrogated by American policemen about something…?
When I got up to go to the porcelain I was well pleased with the lack of hassle from Reflux valve and Arthur Itis, although Anne Gyna was a bit niggling and I was coughing summat rotten.
After last nights dizzies and weariness, I was in good form this morning comparatively speaking like.
I thought I’d get me diaries done, emails, WordPress and then make a start sorting me newly discovered in a box in the bedroom paperwork again.
Cuppa, medications and started the laptop.
Got missen in the bath and freshened up nicely.
Had a chin-wag with some of the gal tenants in the reception area, then caught the L9 bus into town.
As I got off the bus the pigeons were high up on top of the newly renovated ‘Intu’ Victoria shopping Centre. I used me new Panasonic camera to zoom in on em!
The weather was the odd drizzle and periodic periods of extreme darkness – dank and gloomy it were!
I decided to walk further up Upper Parliament Street then down King Street, over the slab square down through Exchange Walk, along Albert Street, Lister Gate, through Broad Marsh Centre and out over Colin Street down Carrington Street and down to the Nottingham Canal to feed the ducks and pigeons.
Caught a Pavement Cyclist trying to get back on the road. Hehe!
I called into Tesco and got two cream cakes, one for me and one for Steve from Age UK later. Also got a couple of cheap sliced loaves to add to the seeds for feeding the dickies with on the canal.
Took me a while to get to the canal, but I was feeling a bit better and moving well for me I thought.
As I got the camera out to shoot the dickies one of the periodic period of gloom descended. Tsk! Ruined me photographicalisationing completely!
Most disappointing!
I spotted that one of the canal barges moored near the bridge was up for sale.
An older one, but I’ve often dreamt of winning a fortune and would be tempted to get something like this so I could feed the birds and do some fishing again?
If I won a few million, a grand to buy one of these, then getting it licensed and insured would be on the cards for me methinks?
Enjoyed feeding the animals.
I decided to go back through Broad Marsh centre proper and have enjoy a bit of window shopping like.
On my way through the centre I got a call – it was from Age UK’s Steve. The payment to the Derbyshire company that was doing the conveyancing or summat involved in selling the house had not gone through for the third time?
Steve sad to go to the bank and get them to make a cheque for the company. So I made me way to the bank and had to call Steve to get the name etc for the snotty nosed bank advisor.
Handed the phone to the superior git so he could talk with Steve who knew what is was all about.
Steve rang back with the required numbers and I gave them to the young turd over the table from me – who looked remarkably like a young David Cameron.
Eventually overconfident arrogant sod told me it had gone through okay this time.
I wandered into the slab square and had missed me bus due to pillock in the bank. So I had a wander around Primark Deadly for the finances that to me!
Ended up getting two, as the receipt said ‘Full zip fleeces’ Thin cardigans with pockets they were.
They had a selection of Christmas themed woolly hats and I took a photo of the for me American TFZ friends on Facebook.
Then I wandered up to the bus stop and caught the L9 back to the flats.
Surprisingly I fought off the falling to sleep syndrome today – although it was close. Hehe!
Back at the flats I then WC’d and put one of me cardigans on to keep warm, it was getting nippy now.
Made a cuppa and took me evening medications, then updated this twoddle while a waited for Steve Age UK to arrive. He’s kindly going to finally finish putting the book-case he built for me onto brackets on the wall to make it safe and not fall on me causing a Whoopsiedangleplop!
Did some Facebooking then, as I till awaited Steve coming.
Still waiting…
No he’s not coming.
Mopped the kitchen floor and made me nosh.
No picture – as I took the photo without the card in it – left it in the laptop again and don’t know how to get the piccy back from the internal memory? Shame cause it was a marvellous nosh it were.
Shepherds pie with sweet potato and sweet potatoes slices in batter! Mmm yummy!
Studied me TV paper and found stuff I’d like to watch all night tonight.
After sleeping and waking every few minutes it seemed to me, I gave up and got up at 0250hrs to visit the porcelain.
As soon as I moved I knew that Little Inchy and Anne Gyna didn’t like me moving! Tsk!
Little Inchy was sore, I put that own to the examination yesterday though. The stinging was not so bad though, if that makes sense to you?
The Stomach was really rumbling and bubbling. Overall not feeling too bright at the moment. The late night for me didn’t help.
Oh… another call to the porcelain. Cor blimey… and I didn’t have a nosh last night either, too tired to bother.
Not up to doing any sorting today that’s for sure – although guilt may prompt me into action later – oh and the laundry needs doing…
Made a cuppa, medications taken and laptop on.
Did some Facebooking and emails.
Got a wash and spruce up, then got me laundry ready, made sure I had soap, freshener, me mobile, camera in pocket and coins of the realm.
Got down and both machines were in use. Both had about 35 minutes left according to the readout on the machines.
Came back to the flat made a cuppa and updated this twollop.
Back down to try again with me laundry.
One machine free so got it in and going.
Very natter with some residents as they waited in the warmth of the reception area before going out to catch the bus.
Back up to the flat and the WC (Oh dear) sorted some paperwork out ready for filing (I keep finding more as I go through the stuff).
Back down to the laundry room and did me crossword book as I waited for the washing machine to finish.
Another nice little natter when some tenants came in off the bus.
Got the washing into the drier, and nibbles some nuts while doing me crossword book.
Packed me stuff into me bag and returned to the flat.
Had a dizzy in the lift and that was me done for the day – worst I’ve ever had. Tsk!
Got in and put me things in the airing cupboard.
I’m afraid I did nothing else apart from make me nosh, sat in the chair occasionally getting up to go to the porcelain, and that was me day.
Despite me feeling so bad, I did enjoy the nosh.
Garden peas, Frikadellens, pickled egg, beetroot, seasoned fries and bread thins. Strawberry cheesecake to follow.
Kept nodding and waking again, last time I recall getting up for the WC was about midnight – and didn’t feel well at all, thought about pressing me wrist alarm – glad I didn’t now, cause after nodding off and waking several times again, each time I woke up I seemed to feel a bit better, apart from the rumbling stomach which had been with me all day, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were giving me a rest.
Couldn’t remember if I’d took me evening or noon medications, but ound an empty evening pot later, so I must have.
Got a few hours kip in any way. No more dizzies.
TTFN all, as Arnie said: “I’ll be back!” He say’s hopefully. Hehe!
