Fooey is one of me Sister Jane and Brother in Law Pete’s cats.
He’s now 98 years old in human terms.
He’s struggles to get about with his arthritis, looses his balance often nowadays too.
He’s not very good looking and drops off to sleep any-time, any-where.
He jumps and jerks with his dreams when kipping.
He’s a bit like me. (Hehe!)
Perhaps that’s why I love him so.
Occasionally he give out a loud wailing noise for ages for no apparent reason.
He often used to settle on his favourite chair and fall off of it! (Like me again, twice!)
He struggles with the litter tray and leaves a pungent aroma like no other cat I’ve ever known. (Like me again with me haemorrhoids)
He now sleeps on a low stool behind the patio doors. His choice.
He needs his coat sorting out daily, a special comb thingy me Sister Jane uses on his matted hair looks frightening to me, but he just loves it being done as clumps of hair are dragged off of him flesh, what bit he’s got left, he is very thin nowadays! (Not like me I’m afraid).
A poor waif of a stray all those years ago, they took him in and fell in love with him.
Yesterday I visited them all, Jane Pete and the three cats.
I saw something I would not have thought possible: Pete got the normal upright hoover out and hoovered Fooey!
The noise the Hoover made was tremendous, but Fooey being nearly deaf (Again somewhat like me) this didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest.
He was obviously well used to this treatment and hobbled around to help Pete not miss any bits of loose or matted hair.
Bless him (Fooey not Pete).
Took it all in his stride… well hobble!
He kept head-butting the Hoover pipe guiding Pete to where he wanted doing next – an amazing performance to me!
The photo on the right was from some months ago – just after Fooey had had his Whoopsiedangleplop falling off his chair. You can see the scars on his poor head. (Like me again here!)
I just can’t help but love him to bits.
Being 19 years old now in human terms we all realise we may soon lose him. (Bit like me again! Tsk!)
So I thought I’d make up this post in his honour, so no one will ever forget him I hope.
A brave fighter with a wonderful nature.
I took this photo on the left last year of Fooey, or as Sister Jane and Pete named him, Mr Fooey!
He was in the middle of a dream when I took this photo.
Wailing occasionally and twitching away.
The photo on the right is one of my favourites.
He can only see so far, but on this occasion he’d spotted Jane going into the cupboard where they keep the cat-fodder.
He lost interest in me and kept his eyes on Janet then!
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.
Mouth felt like sandpaper, but surprisingly the toothache was no worse.
Cleaned up the kitchen stuff, WC’d and made a cuppa.
Started laptop to start of this diary.
Checked and replied to emails.
Did some Facebooking and graphicationalising.
WC’d.
Placed order from Morrisons for delivery tonight – got some big tins of sweets in to give as Christmas pressies while they were on offer price.
Another cuppa and took me medications, then started sorting some bags out.
Over four hours later and I’ve taken me corner stand to pieces and cleaned the wood, touch it up wood scratch liquid and left it drying ready for reassembly and polishing later.
I’ve cleaned the book case and sorted all the DVD’s out. Had to stack the box collections on the top to get em to fit in.
Notice the Certificate on there?
I found that in one of the bags of DVD’s I was sorting. Guess what it was for?
Then turned me had to reassembling the corner stand for me photo’s to go on. But I was not happy with the finish, too many blemishes and marks, so I’ll give it another session and try to get it right later.
I used two of the empty Ikea clothes rack boxes to put some cardboard and paper in for recycling. I’ll take it down to the caretakers room later, the rubbish chute is far too small to get it down.
There’s still much to sort, but I’ll get there… wont I?.
Please!
I’d better do it now, then by some miracle I can maybe find the caretaker and ask him for the fourth time for some recycling bags. Tsk!
I’ll go now.
Back in a bit…
Saw one of the caretakers and asked him if they had any of the orange recycling bags and he had a look and gave me the last of his stock. I told him that I had been sorting me DVDs out and had many to give to the charity shop tomorrow… he answered “I’ll be up to take them when the Robert the other caretaker arrives…” I was going to add if there is any you want you can have them.
Back up to the flat to get the mail for the previous tenant and down to the Community shed.
Gave them some nibbles but I forgot to get the letter – Tsk!
Back up to the flat and did a bit of work on the corner stand, but it’s going to take some time to get anywhere near right. Leaving it a bit longer this time before touching up again.
Did some graphics.
I found this old photograph of yours truly in a box today: Of course you can tell just as soon as you it, it was taken thirty years ago.
Whoops!
Wanted to get a bath, but didn’t know what time the Caretakers would be calling.
Think I’ll nip down see if find them and take the DVDs to them.
Off again down the lift… No sign of them.
Steve arrived and we had a chat about things. Although the flat was in a mess with all me moving stuff to see where it might fit it Steve was impressed with the progress I’d made.
He got onto the phone and called and made appointments with two possible house clearers for him to meet Monday and Tuesday to get the house cleared. Bit of progress there then, Good!
He then spoke with Pete, explaining everything that had took place. This was a bit unnerving for me as I thought things might get heated between them but it sounded as if they were in agreement with things – and of course, my phone bill will now be enormous after the forty minute call on me mobile. Tut!
Still it went well.
Steve took the flea-pit key and some of me DVDs with him to watch, and told me he’s to get back to me after meeting the van-men and getting quotes from them.
I was well shattered and worn-out by then. But in good spirits with hopes that things might get moving soon… at last!?!?
Made me nosh.
Rated it as 8.2/10, and ate it with relish then nodded off again.
I wanted to have a bath but with the Morrison delivery due, I checked the corner stand to see if it was dry but it wasn’t so made a cuppa sat down and fell-asleep once more.
I kept waking and wondering if I’d missed the call on the intercom – but felt sure I hadn’t, as, as long as leave the door open I can usually hear the loud ringer on it even without me hearing aids in.
Well gone the time the delivery was due, the mobile phone rang. It was the driver who’d been caught in horrendous traffic and was a few miles away. No problem I told him, drive safely I’ll see you later.
He arrived, and to expound the situation, a bottle of kitchen-spray had leaked in one of the bags. Luckily it was in a bag with me curried beans and bottle of shandy so nothing was ruined. I felt a bit sorry for the bloke, he was already late and didn’t need this delaying him further.
I moved the stuff into the kitchen and cleaned the tins and bottle, put the rest away, looked around at the state of the place with the corner-unit on a sheet in the middle of the room and thought “How have I managed this, the place looked in more of a mess than ever! Tsk!
Put the other stuff anywhere and was now free to get a bath, but felt too tired to bother now.
Made a cuppa and realised I’d missed me medications. I’ll suffer for this… oh dear.
Kept nodding off for a few minutes and waking again – pee’d me of that did. Eventually very late I must have got to kip – much needed it was I think, as I didn’t have to get up for the usual WC visits.
I’ve a feeling that today was a landmark day somehow?
Oh so tired and drained, I’d overdone it reckon. The place looked worse hat before despite all me efforts. But mildly proud of getting things done.
Tomorrow I’m going to see Jane and Pete with their pressies for Christmas.
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 0320hrs. Reflux valve, bleeding Little Inch and haemorrhoids and toothache the first things I noticed. Hehe!
To the WC, ‘Little Inchy’ creamed, haemorrhoids bleeding badly, stomach still churning away, but the toothache seems to have eased a little since I woke up.
That’s not the sun, it’s a reflection from me flash – Can’t touch me for it. Hehe!
Got the laptop on.
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
Facebooked catching up with wot I missed yesterday. Checked emails.
Got missen a good spit and polish ready fer the Morrison delivery of fodder.
Morrison’s delivery arrived and I put the stuff away.
BJ rang he’s on his way. Got ready and went down to meet him, rather pleased with myself for remembering to take me mobile, camera, hearing-aids, shopping list – all four items on it, the washing, powder, softener and change for the machine with me.
Got as far as the lift…
Went back and collected me hat.
When we arrived at the launderette I tried to contact Steve at Age UK – no answer again. Left message asking him to contact me.
Two hours later we were all done and BJ lifted us to Asda (Walmart).
I had to get to their loo, hobbling hastily I got there just in time.
Had a good wander round, and ended up spending only £18.15.
That includes a pack of good thick socks at £6.
Bottle bitter orange mixer, mandarins in orange jelly, Washing up liquid, chicken sausages and two new items, well one new one being made again. Walkers have started to produce the Marmite crisps again, si I nabbed two multi-packs of 6. Also spotted some Sweet potato chips in seasoned oil – expensive mind – £2.59 for a tiny bag of em. One of the TFZ gals recommended them so I had a go and got one.
Took a photo of some ‘Bling’ for the TFZ gals.
The toothache started throbbing again.
The sun was coming out when we left the store.
Got an ear dropper from the chemist on the way out.
Not too busy today, far less than usual when I used to go regularly with BJ on a Tuesday.
Tried ringing Steve at Age UK again – I do like wasting my time don’t I? Huh!
BJ dropped me off outside the flats, and I hobbled up with the two laundry ans shopping bag to the flat.
The lift was making some disturbingly odd sounds?
WC’d and got me dinner started, then laptop on and updated this tosh.
Took a long distance photo with new Panasonic camera of the top of the path into the woods – the first time I think that I’ve looked in this direction without seeing owners or dogs or ankle-snappers, Park Cyclists or yobs – in fact no one was in site?
Made me nosh and thoroughly enjoyed it – another 8.9/10 for this one. Very tasty!
The Sweet potatoes were grand.
Cleaned me pots, opened the blister-pack that held the ear-dropper in it – tugged at the edge and what do yer reckon? – Whoopsiedangleplop, When it finally gave I hit me blooming chin and set the tooth off again! Grrr!
One more final attempt to get in touch with me councillor Steve from Age UK – failed again.
Back on the laptop to catch up up to here, then tried the Serif Draw again – never really got into this package, I’ll see how it goes.
Waste of time, I can’t get used to it at all.
Lost hours with it – fruitless hours.
Facebooked and put some of me graphics on Facebook.
Watched the TV for a good while. Until I fell asleep for a minute or so and pressed a button on the remote and woke with the screen bare bara notetelling me there is no DVD in the unit?
I tried me best to find out how to clear it back to the TV. An hour or so later I gave up and turned it off, disconnected then reconnected the goggle-box, and still the same message came up. Then, hard to understand how this happened I know: I dropped the remote and caught it as it hit the chair arm – and the TV came back on?!?!?
All this because John Lewis who sold me the set sent a different remote to that in the instruction manual, and I could find no details or guides for this replacement control on the web anywhere. Tsk!
Nodded off again eventually, woke up with toothache.
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 up in the chair 0620hrs: WC, ‘Little Inchy’ bleeding, stomach churning and feeling so guilty for not getting any sorting done this week.
I decided enough was enough of me making excuses for not doing me sorting, and I must spend less time on the internet (Which I love of course) and get sorting attended to at least a start on the paperwork.
So me diaries might be a bit shorter than of late. (Thank heavens you say? Hehe!)
Cleaned up ‘Little Inchy’, made cuppa, took medications, finished off yesterdays diary and started this one.
Checked me emails and Facebooked a while. Got a reply to me email to the police moaning about the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists:
Dear Mr Chambers
I am writing in response to the email you sent to the police concerning cycling on the pavement in and around the City Centre and Mansfield Road.
My colleague who copied and I in are only responsible for Mansfield Road from the junction of Hucknall Road to the Junction of Valley Road with the rest of Mansfield Road heading into the city being covered by other beat teams so can only speak for what we do.
I can confirm that Dan and I do regularly stop and challenge people cycling on the pavement, especially on Mansfield Road, to give advice and guidance and we also report the worst offenders for potential fines or even a summons to court by issuing what we call a Traffic Offence Report (TOR)
The power itself is a discretionary power and I have confirmed with Nottinghamshire Police Law Clerks that a number of factors have to be taken into account with this offence, such as traffic flow (especially at rush hour), how many people are on the pavement, manner and speed of cycling and the age of the alleged offender. The minimum aged person we can serve a TOR to is 16 years, we can and will still stop and speak to the people under the age of 16 to give advice but further enforcement would not be possible by way of a TOR, however we will instead look at things like youth intervention/education.
I hope this answer helps to allay any fears you may have had and rest assured we will continue to challenge cyclists.
Kind Regards
CPO 9916 Craig Moralee
Carrington
Community Protection
Not that it did allay any of my fears mind! No reply to my noticing none of the bikes had any horns/bells on them. Or they come from behind, ride too close etc. Or the fact that one my photo’s of the offenders shows a policeman nearby while the burke on the bike road along with one hand, no lights or horn on the vehicle and he was texting as he rode on the pavement?
At least I got an acknowledgement from this pretend policeman. (See further down form on me walk into Sherwood today).
Did a graphic for the TFZers, then forced myself to make a start on the paperwork… what a job, but it must be done!
Stomach still churning.
Set about sorting the paperwork for a few hours.
Had a bath, but also a Whoopsiedangleplop suffered: I slipped getting out. Banged the side of me head and started the tooth I had done Thursday aching away! Took an extra Codeine. Then another one.
Swore and cursed a bit, then set off on me walk into Sherwood via Woodthorpe Park to get some Beetroot and apple bread and large potatoes and strong cheese to make into Baked cheesey potatoes.
On me way up the hill to the park I took a photo of me shadow on the gravel path.
Why I took a photograpicalisation of me shadow I don’t know.
When I got into Sherwood I called in the paper shop and got a copy of the cheapest TV paper. Then to the Co-op and got me Beetroot loaf, tomatoes, mature cheddar and somehow, a cream cake fell into me basket?
I took photographs of two Nottingham Pavement Cyclists when I came out of the shop.
I thought about sending these by email along with some others to the PCO who replied to my email.
We, I’m sure he’d appreciate knowing how ineffective the police are in preventing this criminal activity in Nottingham.
But that would just be me being sarcastic wouldn’t it… hehehe!
As I walked back through Woodthorpe Park, two blokes with their dogs caught my attention on the football pitch:
They seemed to be playing their own devised game with the dogs catching the balls in mid-air. They seemed so happy it cheered me up a bit.
I think the dogs won 3-0. Hehe!
Made me way back and got me spuds in the oven and updated this diary.
When I got up to check the spuds progress a dizzy-spell overcame me, but I kept upright this time. I assume this was caused by me earlier Whoopsiedangleplop?
Did some graphicationalising for later, in thanks for me supporting card and message wot-I-got.
Then took the spuds out and halved them, mashed the flesh with the cheese, vinegar, oil, butter, salt and black pepper, refilled the skins and back in the over to brown em off. (Couldn’t resist nibbling a bit that was left over in the bowl like).
No meat today, just cheesy-baked potatoes, tomatoes and half of me Beetroot bread.
When I’d got them back in t’oven, I cleaned what I could: the new masher that worked a treat, trays, knives, fork, basin etc just in case I fell asleep after eating it, then I’ve only got the eating tray, outer tray and cutlery to wash afterwards. I’ve just reread this sentence… hope you can understand it folks?
Plain good grub nosh today then… enjoyed it so much I gave it 8.9/10!
Did the washing up and then tended to ‘Little Inchy’ again.
Shame.
Got the washing up done and cleared up.
Well, toothache and a rumbling tummy to contend with, and feeling rather tired again for some reason, I settled down with a cuppa and an ice-lolly to watch the TV, an old Colombo film.
Got as far as the first advertisement break… Zzzz.
Unfortunately I kept waking every few minutes it seemed and gave up at 0300hrs got up, WC’d and finished this diary off.
Woke 0610hrs, again distorted but not uncomfortable, in me brown chair in which I fell asleep reading me book.
Cramp free night again!
Thoughts of me dreams were noted down.
I pondered on the day ahead – by now I’d learned not to make many plans for it, as they usually don’t mature well. Hehe!
Still, here they are:See Deana to get help phoning the Council – then the dentist, then the Clinic to fetch me cream for ‘Little Inchy’, then see if the shop had any more of those tasty BBQ Firedogs in stock. Failed to get the Firedogs. Huh!
Cuppa brewed and took me morning mediations.
Laptop on, to the WC.
Me dreams were not good. They involved me amongst boats, barges, canal locks… People running around chasing, being chased, lost, aggressive and all blaming me for something, no idea what it was but extreme feelings of guilt prevailed throughout the dream. Struggled to work out how the boat worked – Lost a Thermos flask I recall – Realised at one stage I had no shoes and socks on when I was in an engine room, oily muddy water… then I was in a hospital and was drawing noughts and crosses on someone’s leg plaster-cast? – last memory was falling off a lock side into the murky water and bouncing off it?
Checked emails then finished off the Wednesday diary and got it posted.
Got missen and the things ready for me day ahead, and set off on part one of days missions, to the Winwood Community shed, as Deana knocked on the door!
She got on t’phone ans sorted me election registration out for me, bless her, and she’s on her own at the moment, cause Obergruppenfurher Julie is off work due to he mother passing away. I thanked her and gave her some nibbles.
Checked the flat (Taps, windows. plus etc) and set on on e walk through Woodthorpe Park into Sherwood and the dentists.
The usual welcome was given, ” Take a seat and wait!” was barked out in true Concentration Camp fashion…, so I took a seat and waited.
After a short while of me having a go at me crossword book a lady barked “Chambers, Chambers…!” I made missen known: “Go to treatment room 3, yes!”
So I hobbled up the stairs to treatment room 3 and waited.
An assistant came in and moved me to surgery room 1. Where I noticed they hadn’t yet mended the tear in the surgery seat, or mended the split in the sink either.
Another lady came in later and moved me again, to surgery room 2.
It was interesting at the dentist today anyway.
The dentist arrived and was very pleasant as she dug the pain-killing injection into me gum with a smile that reminded me of Margaret Thatcher’s.
After a bit of drilling and prodding she got the filler into what was left of me tooth, then set about making out the bill for me after asking if I felt alright, followed by a forceful ‘Yes!’
I nodded my ‘Yes’ in reply.
During these exercises I noticed there were 27 insects in the lamp-holder on the ceiling. I considered telling her about this when I could talk again – but decided against it.
Then remembered she had told me about my needing an extraction last time, so bravely I asked her about this. She looked at me with a frown and asked me which one, after failing to find it on her computer. I pointed out the offending tooth and she said “We’ll have to do that next time then, ‘Yes!!!” I agreed.
I pointed out that it was beginning to hurt sometimes when I ate…
“You can call if this is the case and it gets too bad… Yes!”
By now I was a bag of nerves. Not due to the pain or bother, just of her commanding voice! Hehe!
She presented me with a bill for £89 – and i pointed out that the bill she gave me last time for today’s treatment was for £32.50?
She checked on the computer and she said this total included the money for the general check… I told her I’d paid that already as demanded by the receptionist on my last visit!
She checked again on the computer – “Oh yes that is right, You pay £32.50 today! Yes!!!”
So I hobbled down the stairs and paid me £32.50 to the receptionist – very confused now!
She made an appointment for next time asking me if I have any preference for the day – I said no problem, any day bar a Monday please, as Mondays are my INR Warfarin blood checks and clinic day.
She made a date and gave me the print-out and estimated cost – it was for Monday 7th March 2016, with an estimate of £32.50 costs.
Boldly I mentioned that it was for a Monday, he said nowt but pounded away on her machine and gave me another appointment slip for Tuesday 8th March, with an estimate of £51.30!
Now totally confused I left.
Caught a bus across the road into Bulwell. Where, despite visiting many shops I could find no FireDogs or Blackcurrant ice-dream lollies.
However on arrival in Bulwell, I got a loaf of bread fed the Mallards and pigeons on the river Leen this along with the earthworms I’d taken with me for them.
Then I walked along and called in the Pound shop to see if they had any of the lavender disinfectant in stock, they hadn’t.
Not an overly successful day up to now.
The Market place looked so unlike a Market place.
No bartering or anything that you expect form a market at all – the goods were crap and not cheap as well.
I walked down to the other shops in search of some Lavender disinfectant and/or iced lollies without any luck.
The place was teeming with Mobility Scooters with drivers who were not really safe.
Mind you, Bulwell has the highest number of registered disabled folk in the County.
I caught a bus into town, to have a look see for me Lavender disinfectant and/or blackcurrant iced lollies – again without any luck. Hobbled (Painfully now, me knees and feet were playing up bad) to the shopping mall. Then back into town.
Where a small group of protesters in front of the Council house attracted the attention of the police.
As I made me way to the bus stop, some more police were seen going into Primark I think, most likely to arrest some more shoplifters.
Caught the L9 bus back to the flats.
Part way there, going through Carlton, a chap with two others got on the bus. The big one of the two others, obviously a pupil from the nearby Rosehill Special School sat next to me and nearly crushed me. I know something of the problems these men and youths have from me security days when we did the alarm responses for the school.
One one occasion after the monitoring station had informed us an activation, the police contacted me to say they thought it was an old pupil who’d broke in, he’d been moved to Birmingham, and had somehow escaped from his parents care to go back to the school, where he was so happy. No bad intentions on his behalf but we must take care as this lad know no pain physically and has been known to be violent. They were transporting the parent to the site as they were the only people who had a modicum of effect with him. It hours, and they had problems convincing him to leave – we did want to try and force the lad as he and we would not be aware if he got hurt. Hell of of night that was.
And i think this bloke crushing against the window was this lad, although obviously now he was a bloke.
Any-road, when it came to my getting off the bus – the bloke would not acknowledge me or make way for me to get off the seat or bus.
I remembered his Christian name and used it as I tried gently to convince him and it worked. The chap in charge of the two bloke was very impressed.
Although one Herbert sat at the front got a bit het up and swore at him and I and the carer tried to explain to him about the blokes problems to no avail.
I got off and made me way to the flat, feeling so upset for the affected bloke, who never spoke.
Got into the flat and more mail, one for the last tenant one for me. The one for me cheered my up tremendously I can tell yers.
It was from a Cyber-friend in America.
It offered support and empathy of my situation.
I like to thank her most deeply. I was touched by this, that anyone would go to the time, cost and effort to support someone so far away I found fantastic! Thanks a million gal! XXX.
This made a bad day, a good dayall on its own.
WC’d. Got the laptop on to start and finish this diary off.
Made me nosh.
Polish Sopocka, new potatoes, sweet beetroot, apple, tossed red peppers and mushrooms, last of me cheese cubes, wholemeal bread with caramelised red onion relish. Followed by a jelly and fromage frais.
Still had trouble nodding off despite feeling so tired?
Woke at 0545hrs: Not surprising it was so late (For me anyway) cause I was still awake at 0300hrs – Tsk!
Dreamt something about being chased by different animals and they each had a helmet of some sort on? Ended up in the abandoned office block again?
The reflux valve playing up today.
Gorrup and saw all the stuff around me ready for me to sort me paperwork out.
No progress on the sorting front. Tsk!
I must make a start on this today – I just need a few more of the little trays for the drawers and I can make a start properly.
WD’d, made a cuppa, laptop on ready to finish yesterdays dairy and get it posted.
Did some Facebooking while waiting for it to be late enough to get missen washed and shaved without disturbing the other tenants.
No rain at all now, in fact the sun shine through at times.
Had a good bath and changed ready to go into town on the L9 (Bless that free pensioners bus-pass!).
Took me rubbish to the chute on me way down, called at the Woodwin Community Shed with letters delivered for the previous tenant – all locked up again.
Chin-wag with Norman and some others at the bus-stop.
Got into town and had a walk around and into Broadmarsh Centre (Mall) to et some trays.
Then I walked into the slab square and had a walk around as I had 35 minutes before the L9 bus.
Took some ‘Bling’ photo’s on the little camera for the TFZer gals and guys.
The top one on the right was shot in the Cope jewellers window.
The second one at the pawn-brokers come Money Lenders of a sort on Upper Parliament Street.
The traffic was light today.
Called in the 99p shop and bought some bread and Mattessons Fire-Dogs at 2 packs for 99p!
The contents on the pack were: Pork 83%, Water, Salt, Dextrose, Sucrose, Caramelised sugar, Tomato powder, Dried red-bell pepper, Moltoextrin, Herb molasses and many other flavourings. ‘Inspired by the Deep South’ it said. Be interesting if any American readers can confirm or poo-poo this claim?
Caught the bus back to the flats, without falling asleep – although it was close at times.
Got in, WC’d, ‘Little Inchy’ bleeding. Huh.
Hunger beckoned and I got the Fire-dogs in the oven, and flavoured some beans and got ’em heating up. Seasoned this time with Bisto, sultanas, English mustard and unrefined brown sugar, added a bit of vinegar too.
Had another search for the mysteriously disappearing saucepan lid, no luck, it’s been four days now?
Made the dessert – Blackcurrant jelly with the last bit of Fromage Frais and spray-cream and apple.
This nosh was another 8.9/10 rating.
Ate it, t’was marvellous despite all the unnatural ingredients in it the taste was rich and satisfying.
Fell asleep.
Woke up several hours later with it getting dark, in a contorted position and desperate for a porcelain visit.
The hot water was cold and not heating? Must mention this to Deana in the morning when I ll to ask her to phone Loxley House for me with me NI number.
Had to boil water on saucepan and in kettle to do the washing up.
Took me medications late again.
Took a photo from the kitchen window that I thought was nice, of the dying sun.
Seconds later the sun was gone.
Laptop on to update this load of tosh, updated me Google Calendar.
Finished amending Kentucky Angel’s graphic.
Then checked me emails and did some Facebooking.
Despite me little, well large nod-off I began to feel tired again?
I read until about 0200hrs eventually nodding off again.
Up at 0620hrs, got lots of sleep in last night and can’t recall any dreams.
WC, no bleeding from Little Inch or the rear end. Super!
Took photo from the kitchen window (Above).
Finished the Tuesday diary and posted it.
Asda order arrived delivered by a polite but wet driver. Who warned me of the weather. Bit of bad luck, the folders I’d bought were not the type I thought and no use for what I wanted them for. Tsk! Also the substituted some goods again with stuff I didn’t really like!
Put me stuff away – freezer and fridge now really bulging!
Took rubbish to the chute at 0800hrs, started this diary off and decided to go to town and pick some folders of the type I need from a Stationery shop, will try to catch the 0930 L9 bus into town.
Had a wash and shave and put me big coat on cause of the threat of heavy rain to come.
Walked to the Winwood Community shed but no staff there again.
Back to the reception and had a chin-wag with some of the residents. Caught the L9 bus into town, using me precious free pensioners bus-pass of course.
Dropped off the bus and walked in the drizzle up Goosegate and down into the City Centre.
The café’s were putting out their chairs and tables for the rich to come and eat later – I say this because the nearest one to the camera had a sign outside telling us all of a Special Offer on between 1000 and 1200hrs this week only! Buy any £15.00 ($23.20)! portion of their seafood-pizza and get a second one for half price!
I walked on through the Slab-Square where I came a cross a frightening sight… 28 Nottingham ankle-snappers with only 7 people on guard duty with them! Hehehe!
The CPO (Community Police Officer) on duty in front of the Council House soon moved away into the building when he saw these arriving – mind you he was probably just warning those inside to hide their wallets and get ready for a physical onslaught?
Down Exchange Walk and into the Stationery shop – got a folder thingy that holds 30 files so that should do me for me sorting and storing on me documents.
Up back into the city centre, just as a tram was at South Parade platform and another coming into it from the other direction.
Observe the Nottingham shoplifters never-changing attitude to moving traffic and the rules of the road?
That reminded me, I haven’t had an answer to the email I sent to the local police about Nottingham Pavement Cyclists yet – wondered if I will get one eventually?
I sneaked some seeds to the pigeons on me way to take some Bling photographs for the TFZ gals.
These new crop of young pigeons are nippy yer know.
Missed again… Tsk!
As I got towards the corner with King Street, I looked up at Little John the council house clock to check the time for me catching the bus back to Woodthorpe Court and noticed some stonework for the first time, so I got me new camera out and zoomed in – a bit easier to get this shot than the pigeon earlier Hehe.
Great to be able to get a shot like this from so far away with me new Panasonic Lumix 570 with 30 x zoom. Just showing off a bit here, sorry.
Still never ceases to amaze me how the masons managed to get it all in place and for it to stay there for so long?
Not to mention the artist who had to sculpt then first.
Walked up King Street to the top, plenty of time to catch the bus, so I stood on the corner hoping for a good camera shooting incident – and I got one too – not what I was hoping for mind:
A Post Office Van drove up the hill and turned of the road… on the zebra crossing onto the pavement! You can see his wet tyre marks where he drove off the crossing! Then he parked in the middle of the pavement and went into the Post Office presumably to collect some mail?
Not that he had much option I suppose, it’s a nightmare parking anywhere in Nottingham City Centre nowadays – unless your driving the Lord Mayors Jaguar of course.
I got a parking ticket one Sunday when I was responding to an alarm activation!
Caught the bus and didn’t nod off! Yes! Didn’t nod off! It was close mind…
Got in and hunger pangs tingled so I got me nosh early.
Hot dog sausages, apple, tomatoes, some delightful sweet cooked beetroot by the Lincolnshire Beetroot Company via Asda, not cheap, but excellent taste, garden peas, cheese cubed, bread thins and some mushrooms and red peppers that I’d marinated in olive oil. Where and how the strawberry cream cakes got there I can’t imagine. Had to force missen to eat them…
Wash me pots and then got sorting through the bags and box’s in the bedroom to find any paperwork so as I could collate it with the pile in the front room, ready to sort them into their relevant wallets like.
Two hours later, and I’d only worked me way through a third of the bags in the bedroom – not even thought about getting to those in the living room! Tsk!
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
The usual rained and weariness came over me. I feel terrible cause it really looks like I’ve not got owt done – despite me bestest efforts. With the files and wallets laying all over waiting to get sorted the place looks worse than this morning now… Huh!
The postman cameth… one for Margaret the previous tenant and two for your truly.
One the INR test results and one from the Nottingham City Homes. Telling me to qualify for the Responsible Tenant Reward I need to:
Pay me rent on time (Direct debit)
Keep me annual gas safety appointment (Although the place is all-electric?).
Behave respectfully, not cause any anti-social behaviour or be abusive to staff?
Keep my garden or balcony tidy
Not cause any damage to my home (As if!)
Have been a tenant since 1st November 2014 (That’s me out then!)
Be registered to vote at this address
A leaflet about ‘My Big Birthday Bash’ Fun for all the family? Free Lunch Graffiti artists? Bouncy Castle! Gardening workshop and much more! I see…
Another leaflet: Nottingham City Council and Nottingham City Homes would like your views about whether we should join the Rental Exchange. It means that we’d share your payment history with Experian, unless you ask us not to, but it would only be accessed by companies when you give your permission. If you are a good rent payer we think it would be beneficial. (To who?).
We will consider all feedback and views of tenants overall before making a decision on whether to support participation.
Let us know what you think.
I filled it in and went to the Post Box calling at the Winwood Community shed en route – all locked up of course.
Posted the from off returned and sent an email to Deana asking if she could assist me with phoning the Electoral place about me not hearing owt about me being on the register at this flat – at her leisure of course and if she could find the time like.
Flipping wind is gerrin’ up out there now.
Managed to lose me SD card from the camera – I took the card out of the laptop to take the photo of the letter, went in t’kitchen to put kettle on but could not find it anywhere when I returned – Whoopsiedangleplop of sorts. Spent ages searching, but… no luck! I had to use one from another camera. Tsk and Huh! Lost the photo’s now! Cobblewangledrip I am!
