Sunday 29th September 2019
Maori: Rātapu 29th Mahuru 2019
01:50hrs: I stirred into imitation life, and lay for a while in the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months, no, five-months now), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, and mused over this and that. After the morning’s usual uncontrollable mind-blasts of fear, worries and concerns had finished, I regained semi-control of the brain and considered a few things that had been nagging away at my grey-cells.
Is the balcony safe? The holes are only small, but bits of concrete or cement have fallen from the roof… I was annoyed at the mail being delivered to Josie’s flat in error, and with her being on holiday it meant the Warfarin INR test results, and the Warfarin Alert wristlet (which only had one in, not two, as paid for) anyway, caused hassle with them not believing me that they had not arrived… but these minor, almost anticipated and expected tribulations were soon forgotten about; when the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.
Up and out of the recliner with amazing ease this morning, apart from RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) in the knees, and a bit of jerking from the right arm, fingers and shoulder; there was no bother from Dizzy Dennis, Anne Gyna, Tight Chest Charlie, Haemorrhoid Harold, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Back-Pain-Brenda, Karl’s Kidneys, the plastic ticker, Colin Cramp or owt else, which was surreal to me! (Had I died and not noticed? Hehehe!)
En route, I had to use the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) for an SSAO (Short-Sharp-All-Over) wee-wee. I got on the Throne, and that was another ‘Sit, splunge, all-done’ session. The second in a row, which I found almost pleasant after the Colin Constipation of the previous few days. I anticipate that shortly, Diarrhorea Donald will return. Tsk!
Washed up and hobbled to the kitchen. Moved the handwashing onto the airer. Took the medications, and made up some black bags for the chute later, and replaced new bags into the bins.
It was raining outside, I opened the unwanted, disliked, thick-framed, light & View-blocking kitchen window, with the panes that cannot be reached for cleaning, and it rained inside! Hehe! All over the camera, the counter and floor, and me and the jammie-bottoms!
I took two snaps quickly, so as to keep the Canon camera from getting damaged in the precipitation. Not good quality, but still.
I got the computer going, and concentrated on getting the Saturday diary update done and dusted. (In between several more wee-wees, all of the SSAO variety) It didn’t take too long this morning, despite the peripheral neuralgia caused hand-shaking and fingers jumping about. There were precious few photographs to go in it.
I went on the Emails next. A lovely one from Jenny, telling me she was going to report the holes in the gallery top for me. Bless her, she is kind to me ♥!
Then, rather worryingly, back to the Porcelain Throne! Ah, as I suspected, this session was far less solidified. But, no bleeding, and it was not too messy. Obviously, no time to do any crosswording. I washed the hands and rubbed some Phorpain Gel in the knees. Which appeared to be looking slightly knobblier, knottier, and lumpier, to me anyway? But again, no bleeding anywhere. All Good!
I made another brew, this time Glengettie. Then checked on the Morrison order to see if I’d remembered to get some black bean sauce. Yes, done it. (Smug-Mode-Engaged!)
To the Word-Press Reader section. I then went on the TFZer Facebook site. Many hours, and three more SSAO wee-wees later, I made another mug of tea. And decided for a change, to have some breakfast, but what?
Due to my aboulomania, fluctuating, wavering, equivocating, and pathological indecisiveness, and the dropping the box of corn flakes that spread out all over the kitchen floor, I opted for a pot noodle and a cuppa. Tsk!
0910hrs: Off to get the ablutions sorted, a lot of shaking from the hands and fingers, so this might well prove an interesting scrub-up session. I got the bandages, antiseptic, after-shave and plasters at hand, ready. Haha!
Back soon, sock-glide permitting. Hehe!
Well, only two dropsies during the ablutionalisationing. No Accifauxpas, unless you want to count a few scratches with the razor. Afterwards, I decided after two failed attempts at getting the socks to fit into the glide, that the solution would be for me not to wear any! Hehehe! Where there’s a Will (there’s a Way) Will Hay memories flooded back! Another comedy genius along with Spike Milligan, nothing like each other, but both great entertainers!
Then, I departed, hung the towel to dry, turned off the shower at the mains box, then realised I had left the alert bracelet in the wet room, and returned to collect it – just as well! For I had not shut off the hot water tap in the sink properly, and I’d left two cloths in to soak and freshen. The water was going down the overflow. I pulled out the plug, moved the flannels, and the water did not drain at all! Damned blocked again! I put some drain-unblocker down and left it for ten minutes, returned, and the water was going down slowly. Of course, this meant the hot water was not as hot as it should be, now. Tsk!
I set out to make Josie’s cheesy potato meal. Got the spud out and chopped and mashed with some Leicester Cheese, butter, onion salt and a splash of vinegar. Gave it some hammer in the mixing stakes, put the peas in the saucepan… and the landline rang! It was Sister Jane. I nipped back to check on the pot, all the time the potatoes getting colder and so, much harder to mash. Jane and I had a natter and laugh. Brother-in-Law Pete, who broke the £300, c1968, second-hand recliner when he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), say’s they are too heavy to carry, but must be the same weight as when he purloined them in the first place. (Hehehe!) Anyway, the lad is to have a PSA test, or maybe that should be, he had a PSA test.
I got on with Josie’s meal, I like to keep to a schedule of delivering it at 12:00hrs each Sunday. Not that she can remember, bless her. Although, when she woke me to hand me wrongly delivered mail last night, I reminded her of today’s nosh and asked if it was alright to bring it at the usual time, midday. She agreed. But that didn’t stop her forgetting and being pleasantly surprised when I arrived with the nosh. I’d made her Tuna with beetroot and mayonnaise, garden peas, tomatoes, sweet lettuce and the famous cheesy potatoes! Hope she enjoys it, and remembers this time, not to return the plate, tray and cutlery today. She might recall I will be in bed this week, I hope. Every week I’ve done her a meal, she’s woke me up! Hehe! Don’t know why I’m laughing? But it’s better than crying, innit.
I found details of the PSA test and levels and emailed the link to Pete and Jane.
Then got on the computer to update this blog… and:
I was about to give up on the computer, too much hassle, it was dead slow. Then:
I went in the Steptoe & Son spare room, with the intention of moving the four-wheeled trolley on the balcony with the new three-wheeler.
But, I lost my balance stepping over it and tumbled to the floor. As luck would have it, and I was lucky, I fell on box’s of the PPs, that broke my fall. And, had the trolley with the brakes on, to help myself back semi-perpendicular! Smug-Mode-Adopted! Mind you, I think a couple of new bruises might come up on the legs.
Not feeling up to much now, not ill-like, just, erm… what’s the word, er… Fragile. Hehehe! I think I’ll get my nosh ready… no, I won’t, I’ll shut everything down and sit down with a cuppa, and pray for sleep!
And it came. Ah, blissful! But the damned landline rang and flashed, waking me from my beloved and much-needed slumber. It was some con-persons telling me my BT internet (Again!) is about to go down, and where I can get put through to talk to someone who can help me! I left a verbal message, ‘Go forth & multiply’ was the general wording.
Now I’d been disturbed, I made some nosh for myself. But, I must have been half-asleep and made the biggest hash of cooking ever! I could eat very little of it. I can’t recall taking any of these photographs?
The Sourdough baguette was not fully cooked, nor the chips either for that matter. I probably shouldn’t have, but I ate some of the Cumberland sausage Sourdough baguette sarnies. I hope eating them doesn’t come back at me with a vengeance innards-wise later. Oh, heck!
I got the pots washed and took the medications with me back to the recliner. Frustratingly, sleep did not come. I turned on the TV, and in a short time, was back in my beloved comatose state, dreaming happily, of a past love…
The flat door chimes rang out, several times by the time I got to the door. It was Josie, returning the plates and accoutrements from the meal. She said she’d enjoyed the meal, and I said I’d like to meet her in the week sometime, we might go on the Winwood Cort rooftop, have drink and natter, and she could tell me all about her holiday. No response from the gal, I don’t think she could hear or lip-read me. Anyroad, she was happy and smiling as she went back to her flat opposite, so I was also happy and smiling as I bade her farewell, as she departed.
I really didn’t know where I was. Hahaha! I’d been woken up so often. I put the plate etc. in the kitchen, made another brew, had a wee-wee, took a photo of the rain, and returned to the recliner.
It was still lightish outside, this made me think about checking on the clock-changing times in the morning. Which I did. The clocks go back at 2.00am on 27 October 2019 – for future reference, it always takes place on the last Sunday in October. This signals the end of BST, or Daylight Saving Time (DST) and means the UK will revert to Greenwich Mean Time) I wonder why after so many years, I have to keep checking every time? Perhaps, dotage, caducity, degeneration, senility, senescence, enfeeblement or just waiting and coffin-seeking in the latter part of animate life? (Hahaha!)
Head down yet again, this time, the blessed long-awaited slumber was achieved!
At-long-last!
Taking care as I did so, but still needed to visit the wet room, for a wash, and change my sprayed-on pyjama bottoms. Humphski! More hand washing to do! Ah, Well!
Got out the medications and made a brew of tea. 
I took the tea and tablets with me to the computer and made a start on the updating of the Friday post. This took me longer than it has ever done before! Not due to Mr Fries internet going down for once (Although it being weekend, I anticipate that it will at some time fail me), instead, the finger-ends losing sense-of-touch, needing so much correcting and rewriting! 
Midway through doing the blog, I remembered to put one of the large potatoes into the crockpot, left it on high for an hour or two, then later turned it to low. When I make cheesy potatoes this way, they are much easier to mix with the cheese. Which is likely to be fun but dangerous with the right hand and leg playing up so much today!
Another mug of Glengettie this time, made. It is so much tastier and robust than Morrison’s Assam blend. 
13:50hrs: Had a hell of a Dizzy Dennis attack, that left me staggering each I walked for thirty minutes or so. I did manage to get some graphics done but had to pack up. The dizzies, with the fingertips going unsensing again, and I just had an imitation Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance from the right leg. A shame that, I was doing well as well. 
It was Josie. She had just got back from holiday, and had found that the Royal Mailman had delivered two items to her flat, meant for me, and handed them over. I was half-asleep and rudely forgot to ask how her holiday had gone. 
I’d forgot to take the mug with me, and by the time I’d remembered and gone to fetch it from the kitchen, it was well-cold. So I made another. While doing so, one of the most fantastic bits of timing caused me to burst out loud with laughter! I’ll try to explain, but you had to be there to fully appreciate how hilarious it was. I’d just put the open packet of Assam tea bags down on top of the Yorkshire tea bag box, and the walking stick slipped off of the counter edge I’d left it leaning on… I bent down to retrieve it, and possibly the loudest most vicious escape of wind I’ve ever had came bursting forth… at that very second, the Assam tea bag box fell to the floor! Hehehe! It really looked like the power of the fluffer-doodle had caused it to move! Even struggling to pick-up the tea bags, and I was still smiling at what had just happened! A Whoopsiedangleplop, but one of the most entertaining type! 
I got on with the updating of the Thursday post. It took me seemingly an
I assembled the needs of the day, took the waste bags to the chute, and called at Jenny’s with the nibbles. It was a little early, so I left them outside Jen and Franks door in a carrier. 
I kept an eye out for Mary as I limped along to the Asda shop, but no luck in finding the gal. Tsk! 
I spent a while shopping inside, still keeping a bead out for Mary. I got to the self-serve tills and paid for the shopping, which consisted of, two bags of Bacon Fries (One for Mary to try), Uncle Ben’s Mushroom rice, a sliced milk roll loaf of bread, some cooked meats, and a pack of tomatoes. Packed them away, and out again, in search of Mary.
No sign of Mary, so I limped along to the Fulton Food store to have a search for any bargains they might have. 
We had a good natter on the bus back. Again, we were not too popular with our trolleys blocking peoples way on and off of the bus, en route. 
I got the fodder out of the bags and stored away. 
I got a few bacon flavour fries in the oven and made up some Roast beef and sliced tomato sarnies from the milk roll bread. A Dagwood style sandwich as the Americans would say. Mixed leaves, a sliced apple and the fries added to the plate. This nosh went down very well! A Flavour-Rating of 9.2/10, delicious! Even if I couldn’t eat it all, I came close though! Haha!
I moved the stepladders back inside from the balcony. Because opening the curtains, more of the hooks fell off the top rail. Oy Vey! It took me ages and many brave actions up on the step-ladder to get the hooks put back on the rail. But still no hassle or bother to me. (Have I been taking something I ought not to have taken?) My unflustered, unworried, unnatural mood continues!
Then to my amazement and flabergastation, I noticed that the newly made-up three-wheel-guide that I’d left out there yesterday with the stepladders, had moved to the right end of the balcony! Tight up against the right side? 
I got the ablutions sorted next. With stunning results… are you ready? Here goes; Only two dropsies! The battle with the sock glide was won, without pain or injury! And, the sink water was flowing away much easier! The pins I thought were looking a bit betterer today, too! 
I got off at the terminus on Queen Street, and poddled down to the Slab Square and Council House. There was a ‘Spend Your Money’ market on. Foreign foods, knick-knackery stalls, etcetera available for me to wander through taking photographs, later on, after the urgent job of overspending on things unneeded at the 
Poundland shop, which I visited first thing. 
But up I did get, and painfully moved over to South Parade and into the Slab Square for a photograph session.
This Police Car and another one, were patrolling through the crowds all the time I was there? 
I later had a look to see if I could find any reason on the web. 
I had a walk around the outside of the Council House and took this snap from High Street up towards Upper Parliament Street, though Clumber Street. Showing the gay, abandoned, merry, happy smiles of my fellow Nottinghamian’s as they go from shop to shop on their shoplifting and benefit claiming outings. Hehe! Sorry, I couldn’t resist it! 
I can’t really recall getting from the bus to the flat. 
I noticed the ordered things in a neat pile, completely blocking up my mini-hallway. They’ll have to be sorted soon! 
I decided as I was in there anyway, to get the ablutions done early. An ablutionalisationing session with a series of dropsies throughout. Toilet roll dropped (straight into the WC!), Toothpaste then the toothbrush. Facecloth (x3), Razor (x2), and the aftershave bottle. No toe-stubbings and I avoided using the injurious, dangerous sock-glide, I left the socks off! Hehe!
I did have a sudden Hitler Salute from the right arm, and a little Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance from the right leg – both at the same time! I’m not sure how or what I had cut my head on. As a guess, I’d say the razor in the right hand, as it offered it loyalty to Herr Hitler pose. T
Yet not one outburst of frustration from me, I took it all in my stride. (Smug-Mode-Adopted) Not a single naughty word passed my mouth! (Although, a couple may have sneaked silently into my mind) Haha! 
The Chinese made… (Oh, I’ve already mentioned that, sorry) Oven ‘Copper-Crisper’, must be resisted for the moment. Since I am making a determined effort to cut back on the chips intake, I’ve been gobbling! Whether I will be tempted today, is questionable, to say the least. But being as I had planned a salad of sorts, maybe my fortitude and strong-mindedness will prevail? 
The Hearing Aid Impaired Wristlets were utter and complete, absolute rubbish! 
The ‘Tablet crusher and slicer’ has a blade in the lid for slicing pills. I assume because there is no instructions come with it. It looks very delicate, so I’ll take care when I use it for the first time tonight. 
The Morrison delivery arrived at 06:55hrs. 
I moved the ordered goods into the kitchen, working my way through the rubbish and mess the place was now in. Tsk! 
I got the bags unloaded and but the stuff for the fridge and freezer on the server trolley. I’m so glad they have the limoncello desserts on offer, so I can hand some around. 
She departed, which made me sad, it always makes me feel a little blue when any carers leave, me. (Yes, I’m a sad old scoundrel! Haha!)
I took a photo of the view outside, bootiful it was!
Back to the computerisationing. I checked on the Tracker again for the Walking Stick fittings. Judging from what I learnt from yesterdays timing, I reckoned there would b about two hours to go before it would arrive at the apartment. It already being so late in the day for me, 17:00hrs, and well beyond my head-down time, I must ensure that I keep doing something. I do not want to fall asleep and miss the intercom or doorbell sounding. 
Computer off. Black bags. Wee-wee.
take the Warfarin INR blood. Wonderful woman, I hope she will take some Manner Lemon Wafers, as a thank you, for her patience and extra help phoning the surgery etcetera, and her tolerance and understanding with me when I get dates mixed up and so on. 
I did the handwashing and hung it to try, only one shirt tonight. 
19:50hrs, Amazon arrived. I didn’t hear the pathetically weak, considering they have put them in an old folks dwellings, and it is still not working correctly. The delivery driver had got in anyway and delivered this parcel for me.
Made a brew, then got the computer going, and looked up the Amazon orders, which after much going back a forth, I collated as:
All (apart from Royal Mail) showing up to 22:00hrs!
I visited the WordPress reader. 
I photographed the pins before leaving, and they did look even paler than usual, but the blotches, scabs, blood papsules and clopidogrel all seemed to be far less vivid. I think some of the papsules had disappeared as well, they do that sometimes you know.
Back to the updating of this post. But not for too long, the hands and fingertips joined in with Shaking Should Samuel, and I gave up. 
The rain had been and was still pouring down at a fair rate. 
When I got back up to the apartment, the door had been opened, and a note left for me! It was from the Chiropodist in Winwood Heights. Offering me a service and the prices of each one. Routine foot care: £30. Nail Trimming: £25. And Verruca Re-dressing for £20. Also, it mentioned a Loyalty Card, you can sign up for, which gives £5 off on your tenth visit! 
As I was putting the kettle on, I looked out of the light and view-blocking, thick-framed, impossible to reach for cleaning new kitchen window, getting soaked by rain that had accrued while the window was shut… where was I? Oh, yes! I thought I could see an Amazon lorry below. So, I thought it must be delivering some of the things I’d ordered. I took a photo, and it turned out to be an Argos van. 
Still not feeling like doing any computerisationing much, I pondered over what to have for the day’s meal. After much dithering and vacillating, I decided on a tinned nosh. Well, with having to stay in for the deliveries, it’s hard to get fresh food in! But no problem, plenty of cans in the cupboard. Chilli, garden peas, black bean sauce, tomato-slicer-sliced twice tomato chinks made and added, with some vinegar; and a sourdough baguette to soak up the liquids, sound good to me. But no point in making it, until all off the deliveries have arrived. 
Got the nosh prepped and in the saucepan ready, and warmed it up up, stirring it all the time. The tomato-slicer is great for cross-slicing the fruit. Added the black bean sauce and chilli-con-carne earlier.
The serving up of the nosh was fraught, I had the feeling that the deliveries would start to come as soon as I started eating it! Haha! It wasn’t so. I consumed the delightfully tangy meal, Taste-Rating 7.8/10, and got the washing up done. Then got the days handwashing done. 
Reluctantly, I got the computer back on to do the updating, and the intercom rang! 
The first real surprise of the day. The weeing session turned out to be an ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) type. I felt drained in all departments by the time it had finished and had grown five-minutes older too! Hahaha! The bucket needed emptying, cleaning, and sanitising, so off to the wet room to do so. 
Took my medicine and made a brew, then got the computer going. Took the tablets and capsules, started off this blog’s graphics, imported and touched up a photo or two, and needed another wee-wee! 
Then I ordered from Amazon, a pill-splitter & crusher £3.87, ETA Wednesday. (Thanks for the tip Tim). Warfarin & Hearing Alert wristbands £8, ETA Thursday. A trolley-guide that I hope will have a better basket on it. £59. ETA Tuesday! The current one is now tatty, ripped, and not very much use. It also has a fear of going downhill, and plays up something rotten! He-he-he! But I suppose it’s me, really. Tsk! Also, a wire oven-crisping-tray with built-in drip tray. ETA, also for Tuesday.
I had plenty of time to catch the bus up to Aldi. So I departed and took a leisurely stroll along Chestnut Way. I, of course, avoided the newly built lakeside road outside Woodthorpe Court, as I casually limped along, gazing up at the nubilous sky, like-wot us luftmenshes tend to do. I made my way to the Winwood Court entrance.
I called to ask one of the Cat Walk Model, Generalfeldmarschalless Wardens if they knew anything about Josie. But the Interrogation Holding-Cell office was locked up. 
new tenants have plenty of options for entertainment an the like. The roof terrace on the top floor. 3rd floor, A TV lounge. The second floor, A games room, and the big activity room on the ground floor.
I caught the town-bound L9. Got to Mapperley tops, and alighted the bus. I rounded the corner on Woodborough Road and looked at my destination, further along, the Aldi store. I hoped I would control my spending and choice of goods I bought this time. I’m getting a little fed-up with my overdoing things when out 
shopping. 
traffic light junction. 
the fodder on the shelves! I thought something might have been declared about national food shortages or something! I’m not kidding. Blimey, I was lucky to get to the checkout without being harmed! T
I took the link-passage beck to the rather sad looking Woodthorpe lift foyer, as it waited for being upgraded. 
As I got out of the lift on my floor, neighbour Malcolm, was there, he said something I missed hearing, and I followed him into our flats lobby. He handed me a parcel, from Amazon, that he’d signed for! Good of him that! The puzzle of what could have been delivered already, 
confused me a bit. I got in the kitchen and put away fodder purchases. I’m glad I didn’t really overdo it, what with buying stuff 
Then, I scrutinised the Amazon parcel! 
I thought of tonights fodder-feast. I decided it would be BBQ flavoured rice, with black bean sauce, and added a two-ways-cross tomato, using the new slicer, the last of the garden peas were thrown in the saucepan and left to marinate! I hope when it gets done, it comes out like my first one, that tasted grand. 
The tissue, well, sheet of kitchen towel I’d just used to clean the spectacles, had formed a particular shape of an animal. To my mind, anyway. So I photographed it, just to see if anyone else can see it. A touch of p
and no struggle! Quickly washed the hands and rushed back to the kitchen. As I added the franks to the pan, it was apparent that the rice had burnt a bit. My heart sank! I tried a spoonful and boy, it was so gorgeous! Phenomenally flavoursome! I must remember to try and overcook them next time, too! Hehehe! I can’t remember enjoying a meal being enjoyed like this for ages. A worthy 9/10 recorded for Flavour & Enjoyment! Super!
The droning noise from somewhere outside must be driving the tenants with decent hearing, mad! It’s doing me no good! Tut-tut!
I managed a few minutes on YouTube before starting the scrub-up! A stand-up jobbie at the sink job. 
I took the black bags to the waste chute on my way out, to welcome, and to hopefully talk to, some of the new Winwood Extra Care Court residents, and take some photographicalisations of different area, and the rooftop plaza. I tried Josie’s bells, but no answer.
there.
appreciating how it still looked marvellous, to me anyway, 
Then I took a shot showing Winwood, with Winchester Court in the background. It all looks very new, which of course it is. See how quickly I gleaned at? Haha! There are no flies on me, the zips broken! Harf, Harf!
I popped out of the cage and took a photo of the corridor of the floor of flats. 
As I returned inside the lounge, the rain stopped altogether. No residents were seen around.
I popped into the big meeting room, but again, could not see anyone about to talk to. 
part-time hairdressers and podiatrist. 
I stopped and turned around to take this photo, to make my way back a distance, so I could have nosey at their new laundry room. 
Angela was sat in the lobby, I asked Angela if I could take her photograph, and she let me. Which was kind of her! Then again, she is a lovely lady (Roy’s better-half!) 
They both looked spick & spam and smart. I assumed they were off to meet some of there family. They were patient enough to let me take a shot of them both as the taxi arrived. Grand couple! 
I got in and made a start on Josie’s nosh. Mixed Leicester and mature Cheddar cheese, butter, a pinch of salt and an iota of Basil, all bashed up for what seemed like three hours. Hehe! To make them as soft as I could, so she can digest them easily! 
As I got the computer back on to update this diary, Dizzy Dennis nearly had me off of the chair. I do hope the Geriatric Fall team call me soon! 
I belatedly noticed the sign I’d left on the modern, up to date, tiny screened TV screen. It was for me to know that the phlebotomy nurse would be calling today, between 10:00>12:00hrs. 
I got an early nosh sorted-out. 
A letter arrived, from the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital. They wanted to know the reason for my not sending in any blood for testing over the last two weeks! 
I decided to make another cuppa and take one more painkiller before struggling on with the blog. The knee pins, I got some of the Phorpain gel rubbed into them. Reflux Roger was persistent if nothing else this morning! 
Oh, dearie me! 
Late now, so, I’d better pack in, and get the nosh sorted out. No chips again, though! Oh, no! Three days abstinence. It’s not easy, you know! Hehehe!