We’ve been hornswoggled by the Brexit farce!
Thursday 6th February 2020
Afrikaans: Donderdag 6 Februarie 2020
01:55hrs: Cripes, the Hum is intrusive this morning! When I woke and heard the noise, I was confident that something was amiss, surely this can’t be the Hum? I extracted my bulbous, wobbly, stomach-ladened body from the £300 second-hand recliner, and checked around the flat, only to find that the driving-me-mad Hum was indeed causing the noise! Humph!
Still, I’m glad I got up, cause the sudden urgent need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, so off to the wet room I poddled. Taking care to leave the four-pronged stick well away from where I might trip over it, I got seated. This time things were different, back to the half-way and suffer mode of evacuation.
Which gave me time to have a mind-wander. But it wasn’t a pleasant experience, all my faults, worries and problems stormed into the brain, rattled about almost mocking me, and then as the evacuation got a bit more movement and agony replaced the pain, the thoughts left me, thank heavens. Hell of struggle, but I rid myself of the products, a little bleeding, but not messy.
At least Little Inchies fungal lesion was only trickling a few drops. The legs had got more colour and veins showing than yesterday. Arthur Itis’s knees were tight, a sign of suffering to come that is. I got cleaned-up, medicated plenty of the Phorpain gel rubbed into the joints. I’m not sure it actually does any good, but the Doctor says the massaging it in can do no harm.
Then, off to the kitchen. Where I got the kettle on, took the medications, made the tea and took a photographicalisation of the morning view, with the moon on show. Not a bad result, I took it in Night Landscape mode. I’ve put it on large here, not too bad an effort. (He says smugly. Haha!)
To the computer, and set to updating the Wednesday post. Nicodemus Neurotransmitters were not playing up much at all. That was a pleasant divergence from the norm, which I took advantage of, and had got the whole thing finished of (not many photos) in record time before they kicked off again. Also, I struggled to read my own writing. Fleeting Satisfied Mode!
The mist was clearing now. Sent off the blog, then went on the Emails to see what was what. One from the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital (I do like that mouthful of a title!). From the lady who rang me last night. Her name is Debby. So now, I have the address to use to update her about the Doctors visit. There was no reply to my earlier request for an appointment or any INR results?
So I sent another email and request. Then I checked the progress of the saucepans I’ve got coming today (another day stuck indoor!) on the tracker system.
Not arrived at the distribution area yet, so I don’t know when to expect them to arrive, latish I should think. I hope the Falls-Team lady comes early, then at least I can get some stuff to the waste-chute and down to the recycling bin.
On to the TFZer Facebooking next.
Virgin Down completely now. (I’ve typed this so often, the fingers did it on their own! – Chuckle!) Today is the upgrading session, mark day 2 for Global-Liberty (Lousy) Virgin Media Internet workers. So, I half-expected things to go down.
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The Stand-up Ablutions were tackled:
Dropsies were galore! Too many. Then, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, went into turbo-drive for a few minutes, just when I was shaving. I must say, had the farce been filmed, it may well have been an award winner at the British Comedy Awards! Even I would have laughed out loud at it; just imagining it brings a smile to my face!
The razor flew to my left, falling in the tray of cleaning stuff, I grabbed at it when it landed and knocked the shaving foam from the tray. I bent down to retrieve it, razor still in hand, it (the foam) was then propelled by Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley in the other direction, where it hit the ground cupboard top, removing various, nay, nearly all of the medical tubes down the back of the cupboard! Savlon, Daktacort, Haemorrhoid cream and my emergency supply of Co-Codamols! All bar the haemorrhoid cream, which was needed for use, the others are still down there somewhere, I’ll get them later. Harrumph!
Somehow, I’d cut the back of my hand as well! Only the tiniest of cuts, but it took some stopping, I used the aftershave, that did it; it stung a bit, mind! Then, after cleaning things up, the farce of the disappearing razor?
I’ll have another search when I go to pick up the things behind the 
floor-cupboard. Sigh!
I had a ring of Josie’s door chimes on the way out with the rubbish bags. No answer. So, in the elevator and down with the giant-bag of rubbish. Left it near Stew’s door. Then took a photo of the Information Panel, and nipped in the lobby area, to take some pictures.
Back up to the apartment. Tried Josie’s door again, no answer. Got in and got the kettle on. I tried the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, but no go, still down. So, I don’t know if I’ve had any reply from the surgery about the appointment, or the Warfarin INR level, and cannot check on the saucepans progress. Hey-Ho!
Sob!
– I thought I’d take the picker-upperer with me to get the knocked over things from the wet room… Huh! I had an involuntary (on my part!), Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance from the affected right leg, I managed to prevent myself going over, but unfortunately, it was so quick, I thought I’d got the stick with me, and used the picker to stop myself falling – it broke in half! Thankfully, I only fell against the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner! So, another picker-upperer bites the dust! RIP. Grangle-Grumps!
I really am back to enduring my usual luck again! Thanks mainly to the Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, and Stroke Stuart! At least the dance only lasted a few seconds this time.
It’s such a shame that I didn’t realise that today was when Liberty-Global was going to fail again to improve their pitiable, wretched, internet service. Then, I would have not ordered the saucepans for today. There lie’s more reasons and proof that my systematic, massive misfortunes having returned to torture, annoy, bother and piss-me-off again!
I went to try Josie’s door again, Aha! She answered! I showed her the tin of Tuna flakes with Coronation dressing, and she fancied on her Sunday lunch. So, it shall be! I hobbled to the fridge to get a can of Daniels and coke and took it for her. Well, it’s a treat, although no doubt she’d prefer the Daniels neat. Hahaha!
The Internet was still down. I wrote things down on Word, to use later. Took me a while to get it written, and as I got up to here, my door chimes rang out, to my chosen tune of Dusty Springfield’s ♫ I only want to be with you ♫, it was the Amazon delivery with the saucepans.
I checked them to see if they were made-up, or I’d have to get some help if they need assembling.
They were all made-up. so that was nice! I put the new frying pan in the trolley-guide bag, I’d decided to give it to the volunteers at the Social Kitchen to use. Got wrapped up warmly, and ventured out. Down in the elevator, through the link-passage, into Winwood Court, I met Angie and Roy at the foyer door, they were buying some stuff early from the bread and veg man, then catching a taxi.
Then into the big social lounge, where some residents were finishing off their Friday breakfasts. I was in a bit of a rush in case the bus came early, so I went straight to the kitchen opening window, cause they do not like my three-wheeler near the food, a lady came behind me and told me not to stand there, cause she’s trying to serve people! Fair enough, I shoved the brand new pan in her hand and told her “Here, you can have this!” The good feeling of my doing something to help, drained from me. I walked out through the Winwood foyer door and made my way to the bus shelter.
Feeling a tad miffed, but more hurt, after the pain, effort and cost, I thought I was doing something worthwhile and helpful, and the idea made me feel good. I can understand really. But as I get older, I seem to get hurt easier. No more freebies or help for them then in future. I was just trying to help out at the new kitchen volunteers, for the third time. In my current state of mind, and struggling to do everyday things, but still trying to help others, I can do without being depreciated. But bless them all for volunteering, I hope they can get some enjoyment from it.
I’m sorry Jenny was not in and wish the ILC’s had been in the office now, they could have been offered the brand-new just delivered frying pan.
I brought my spirits up a tad, by taking some photographs of Winwood Heights from the L9 bus shelter.
I got on the bus, and out came the crossword book. I did well en route to town on the puzzles today. Swank-Mode-Adopted.
In town, I called into the Poundland Shop. Got some bits: A cheap kitchen roll, cause I’d forgotten to put one in the bag for nose-blowing use. Lavender Dettol disinfectant. Orange Kit-Kat, and some nuts.
I had a walk around, Parliament Street, Clumber Street, Long Row, Slab Square and on to Queen Street for the bus home. I’ll not put all the photographicalisation I took on here, cause there was fair lot them, I’ll do a Trip to Nottingham Special in another post with them all on.
I caught the bus back, and Bill (William on Sundays) got on further along the route. With us both being hard-of-hearing, the conversation was strained. Haha!
Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley was going at it on and off, and it made me feel like others were keeping an eye on the old man in the side-saddle seat. Hahaha!
I like Bill, a grand chap. Back at the flats, Bill held the door open for me to Winchester Court. We parted wishing each other all the bestest, and a smile. The only person I spoke to, was Herbert (Big John), doing his jigsaw puzzle in the big lounge, he’s good at them. I threw him a “Good Afternoon, you all right?” as I passed. But saw no one else, although there were a few folks about, I was not conversant with them. (Didn’t know them!)
I got up in the flat, no wee-weeing needed! I moved the mushrooms into a saucepan from the slow-cooker with the garden peas and got the new big pan filled with water for the boil-in-the-bag beef and gravy later.
I got on the computer, and Hey Presto! it was back on! Ooh, that did please me!
I go on with updating this blog, and befo
re I knew it, the time was gone 17:00hrs!
It was getting misty outside.
I got on with creating the visit to Nottingham post. By the time I got it made and posted, I’d been up for over 18hrs! I think I’ll get the nosh done and head 
down next. I turned off the computer, and in a state of ultra-weariness, battled to keep my concentration as I prepared the stew.
18:55hrs: I took this snap of the evening sky, the horizon looked rather nice to me.
The new casserole saucepan was used to heat up the beef and gravy with onions. Despite my being too drained and over-ready for a kip, I ate it all with some milk bread to soak up the gravy. Hmm! Flavour Rating; 8.2/10 tonight.
I got the pots in the washing-up bowl to soak. Took another shot of the evening sky, and had a wee-wee. Settled in the £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.
Surprisingly, it took a while for sleep to come.
Clumber Street, I rested, the knees were stinging and tight,
. 
Long Row, above the Yorkshire bank, 
Long Row businesses, failing so so much now,
Ah, another pavement cyclist, for short, PC, I’ll call them,
A gathering of Nottinghamians resting,
City Centre, Long Row, and, the Slab Square,
Queen Street, I nearly got hit by yet another PC,
02:05hrs: Well that was a better nights kip, over 5½hrs! Great! I felt like I had had a good sleep, too! 
As my functions began to come into semi-life, and the brain kick-started itself, only Arthur Itis, Saccades-Sandra, and Colin Cramps seemed to be in a bad mood. Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Dizzy Dennis etc. noticeable by their absence of botherations. I think I’m getting accustomised to these Good-Luck happenings. I liked ’em! 
Just so’s I don’t get too excited about things, I knocked the haemorrhoid and Daktacort tubes off of the floor cabinets while getting the jammies pulled up. 
In the kitchen, I took a shot of the morning sky; not just any shot, but the worst I’ve ever done! Humph! Yes, the neurotransmitter’s have failed again. It is impossible to stop this, but it comes and goes. It just picked the perfect time to destroy the quality of my picture! Grumpworthiness! 
I then moved the handwashing that was hanging drying around. Got the jammie-bottoms on the wire airer, towel on the stand-up airer and moved the shirts above the heater in the kitchen. 
At last, I got the computer on to update the Friday blog Very late! But at least I’d got some other jobs done this morning.
They don’t half get dirty, don’t they? Took me ages and a lot of effort to get it looking something like alright!
I went to get the stew meal sorted and prepared. First, I just had to take a couple more photographs of the sky view, with the sun still trying to get its heatless, cold beam on earth. Bootiful!
Got the things back on the counter, and made an orange spring water drink to take the medications with. I had a view of outside as I took the tablets, and down by the bottom of my sadly, much-missed tree copse, I could see people going over to something left at the foot of the hill. I zoomed in to see what it was. A tribute, possibly from a funeral, left as you can in. I wondered sadly if I will ever get fit enough to visit the copse again. I used to love going through and just stopping at times, to almost talk to the trees, and smell nature. I lovely gesture I think, putting this where presumably, the deceased used to stroll him or herself? Heartwarming, but depressing on a personal level, at the thought of my never being well-enough to visit it again! Maybe one day, with someone with me, I’d like to try. 
I got the meal served up and pondered on what I’d actually put in it. Potatoes, mushrooms, leeks, black Iberico tomatoes, garden peas in rich gravy… and the seasoning! Well, sea salt, balsamic vinegar, distilled vinegar and beef stock. Sounds a bit of a risk, but it smelt nice. Hehehe! 
During this, I had a go at the crossword book. And dropped it when the neurotransmitters failed in the finger-ends. I used the picker-upper to retrieve the book. I creased the pages in doing so. When I got it in my hand, a page with some of my scribble on it was on top. I’d written something about my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete; I think I wrote it when I was in the Acorn home, recovering from the stroke, so out of interest, I read it. It related to Pete visiting me there. And suddenly it dawned… I’d missed his birthday! Well, I can expect him to raid the flat again now! Hehe! He might even arm one of his drones and send it over! I must apologise to the lad. Sorry, Pete, me old mate, catch you later, I hope, Sir. I do feel a right schlemiel! I blame my doing that housework yesterday. (Red-face and shame growing!)
I got the ablutions sorted out. The legs looked mighty fine! Dropsies that I can remember; Shaving Razors (4) Shaving cream. Teeth; toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash bottle. Showering: Showerhead, soap (3), sponge, and back-brush. Then another toe-stubbing against seat raiser. The sock-glide battle; that I had been mastering of late. Left me with a piece of the nail removed on the thumb, and a bruise on the knuckles. Also, I clouted my elbow on the sink edge, getting my trousers on! Now that’s more like me! 
I tended to the handwashing next. A few bits needed doing, and I made a right mess of the kitchen in doing so. I was a smidge irked by having to clean the flipping floor again after doing it yesterday. A few quiet mutterings of a curseful nature were uttered. But overall, I remained in a decent enough mood with myself and the world. 
When I’d got the clothes done, rung and hung, then the beep-beep hook on the coathanger with the jammie-bottoms hanging on it suddenly detached itself! And again water found its way onto the floor I’d just cleaned again! More foul language was silently-voiced, with one word coming out aloud, beginning with F! 
the view from the unwanted, unliked, light & view-blocking new kitchen windows. It looked like some rain is on the way. Pretty in a way, though. No, that’s not the word to describe it! More like, erm… I don’t know now, the name just departed my brain and off into the ether? Humph!
Down and along the link-passage to the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators), Wardens to us, Holding Cell office. A quick nip in and handed the nibbles out. All done in thirty-seconds, and off into the Winwood Court Social Lounge. Only one person in there, a Nottingham City Homes agent. There was a lot of them arrived today. Including the Nottingham City Homes Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/Catwalk Model, Angela Gould. 
Cox’s apples, not cheap, but they looked okay, a bag of small potatoes, a wholemeal bread thins, and some mushrooms. 
Office in it, to get some Puff Pastry fingers. 
As I took this photo, a young Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came by, and gave the evil eye and said something, but I could not hear what it was he said. Then casually plodded on up the hill, with his hands in his pockets, not on the handlebars. 
got to Abdul’s and got a packet of the fingers and a pack of jam tarts, £1 each. I met Welsh William at the check out ahead of me. He held the door open for me as I followed him out. We had a chat on my way to the bus stop, and he diverted into the bookies. That’s William in the light blue jacket shooting off for a flutter on the gee-gees, I imagine. 
I carried on to the bus shelter, just as the rain came down heavier. Good timing! Some tenants of the flats, unknown to me by name and I had a chinwag for a while, as the bus came a little late today. But it wasn’t cold with it like it has been these last couple of days. The rain seems to have scattered the local populace.
Back at the flats, I was off the bus last as usual, to avoid banging into anyone or getting hit about. One of them waited to hold the door open for me, bless the gentleman! I did my best to catch up with them for a natter, but they were already at the end of the passage near the swipe door, by the time I entered the corridor. William was leading the charge. 
I got the few things purchased put away and began to formulate what to have for today’s nosh with the new potatoes. Which incidentally were ready to go now, in the crock-pot. So I moved them in with the garden peas in the saucepan. 
However, I still ate the potatoes, not the black bits, mind. 
I felt almost semi-contented as booted up the computer. It didn’t last for much longer! First, I realised that the right-hand fingers Neurotransmitter nerves were bad, and knew this would mean difficulties in typing. But before I got a chance to find out properly, the famously pathetic and unreliable Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, let me down again! 
I struggled on with the blogging update. Which was one of the easiest for months, as I was stuck-indoors again yesterday, so only a few photographs to sort out, plus, I’d stayed up later than usual, so it was virtually finished when I started it – Does that make sense? Anyway, it kept going off so often, and I had to just press on until it returned on its own. What a palava! But I did get it finished and posted off, hours after starting it, though!
I went on the TFZer Facebooking, that was a bind too. Thanks to Mr ‘I don’t-know-what-I’m-doing, but still, I get paid a fortune’ So I’m not bothered, Fries! Swine! Mafia minded bully and incompetent, mob-backed merchant! Probably not true, but how else does such an arrogant, unskilled pillock like that, keep his job?
I made a start on this blog but gave up. Too much like hard-work, thanks, Mr Fries! The farcical Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet came last month to do some upgrading, that made things worse than before. They are coming again on Feb 6th to try again. Phwert! 
the stand-up ablutionalisationing done. 
When I got to the Winwood Heights Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens and Lap-Top Dancers Interrogation Office, but no one answers my knock. 
I thanked her and made my way out onto Mansfield Road, nonplussed, foggier-headed, and somewhat more perplexed than I did when I entered the bank. 
I had another bash at the crosswording en route. I got off on Front Street, right near the Asda store, and went in to have a look at their slow cookers on offer. I managed to avoid the dangerously driven mobility scooters and got into the shop. They had a range of small crock-pots on sale. 
From which of course, making my mind up which one to buy, took a lengthy spell of ditherisationing. I ended up selecting the smallest on offer. Only £14, 1.5L size. They had several 1.8L ones that were even cheaper to buy. But this smaller one will suit my needs, I hope, anyway.
Now, with the two bags on the walker-guide, one with the cooker in it, I poddled unsteadily out onto Front Street. The alarm went off as I left the store through the tag recognisers, from the cooker most likely. But no one came to check on me. It seemed eerily free of cyclists, pedestrians, beggars, and mobility scooters out there!
I made my way to the bus stop, and Mary was sat sitting there in the shelter. There was still ten-minutes or so until the bus was due. We had a good nattering session, during which Mary showed an interest in having the gigantic slow-cooker. Well, being as no one had let me know it the Winwood Court kitchen could use it, I said she could have it. 
I put the fodder away. Then got the new pot set-up next to the other semi-new biggerer one. 
I got the pots and mushrooms out of the larger crock-pot and made up the evenings meal. Pork pie meat, a Natoora black Iberico tomato, beetroot, garden peas, chestnut mushrooms, new potatoes and a sliced Cox’s apple. A lemon curd yoghourt and drink of fresh orange juice with it. Rated at 8.2/10 for flavour. Even the tomatoes, which were meaty tasting, although they were Spanish. I enjoyed that!
Where a shock awaited me when I went to make a brew. I thought I’d fill-up the Glengettie tea-bag pot. After a long search, there was none to be found! So I did an Ocado order for some more. I got some Thompsons Punjana as well. 
I tended to the ablutions. Only a couple of dropsies this time. (Razor (2), flannel) It went well overall, and the Sock Glide was tamed!
But the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, was really crap today! Even for them! 
Sunshine, in the form of Nurse Christina, bucked me up as she arrived to take my blood. She let me take her photo, in the balcony, bless her. I wish I’d got a printer now! Humph! 
23:55hrs: Another flipping disturbed sleep. The constant dreams! It peeves me so that I cannot recall much of them. Other than they all involved my working days happenings, cock-ups, mistakes etc. were relived, but with a different outcome… I think. When I had to get up (yet again) to go for a wee-wee, (They were all of the LHNPOS (Long-Hosepipelike-No-Pain-Or-Sensation) variety, I decided I might as well stay up. 
I got the stick and went to the kitchen, to take the medications and make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. 
No apologies from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, (Near the Lidl Store). And to think, that ‘Yell’ (Yellow Pages) on the web, class the
I began this post off. Then went to open the Crock-pot box. It was ginormous! Far too big for me to use. A family size one, for sure. 
I got the nosh finished, served up, and tucked into. The black bean sauce weakened the chilli flavour, which suited me down to the ground. I blame Morrison’s, for substituting my curry beans with the Chilli ones! 
After eating, I decided I had better get the washing up done. Maybe to assuage my guilt with the Crock-Pot farce? When the pot-cleaning was done, I lifted the bowl to tip out the water so as to wipe it dry… Within seconds I had, soapy wet jammies and socks, the cabinets had running suds down them, the floor was awash, and all due to an involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dance from the right leg! To add to the misery, I kicked the four-pronged walking stick over, and the handle part fell on my left foot corn! Somehow, I knew that this incident was not what EQ was warning me about! That is to be revealed, yet, if at all.
As soon as I pressed the power button, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, urgently! Again, it was a close call getting there in time, and what a session this was! Bloody, messy and most uncomfortable.
l be sat on the Throne now if I had! Certain areas needed sanitising and medicating, with TLC! Had a wash and back to make the brew. 
Then made the brew and took the medications. 
me some hassle. Duodenal Donald was stabbing at me. And I ha
was an even-closer shave to making it to the seat in time! I took a very poor, although I didn’t realise it at the time, snap of the knees. With Arthur Itis giving me such bother, I expected they would be all bloated and warped, but no, they seemed okay to me? Hey-ho!
I was suddenly hungering and hankering for something to eat for brekkers. I made a mug of Thompsons best tea and had a packet of salt & vinegar Chipsticks, the last jam tart and a bar of orange club biscuit! Followed with a few cashew nuts. But not a lot! 
And I was doing well until I got into the three flats hallway and a visit from Dizzy Dennis was suffered. I didn’t go down or anything dangerous, but I did drop the bag of empty glass jars and bottles! None broke either, but the noise they made, has most likely made me as popular with the other tenants, as Nigel Farage would be at the Liberal Party Conference! Humph! 
quietly uttered few words of an intemperate nature. I also noted while in the shower, (apart from not, I say Not, dropping the soap or showerhead), that the tiles on the wall were getting a tad grimy looking. 
Still, Josie’s nosh to be prepared yet. How can one go from so high to so low in an instant? I’d better make a start. 
were still there? I baked on smoked haddock-cheese and potato rissole a little longer today. Put some of the Tuna with mayonnaise and sweetcorn on for another trial for her. Sliced tomato, mushrooms and garden peas. A can of Gin & Tonic, and a limoncello dessert top round it off. Makes it a bit of a change for her to try. I hope she likes the new stuff. I delivered it spot on the usual time, as anyone who is a personal chef should do. Hehe! 
I got back inside, and Shaking Shaun had a go at me. Left me in a bit of a dodgy condition as I plated my own nosh, Dizzy Dennis joined in the ‘Let’s-get-at-Inchcock’ session. 
It was time to get the ablutions done. I had to get them done earlier than usual, in case the Angel nurse Christina came again, I pray she does. Off to the wet room, then. 
Got in the apartment and got the things out of the bag and carrier. 
The earlier handwashing was not ready, not dry enough yet to move over the radiator. Especially the jammie bottoms.
things I fancied viewing. 
A proper feast this meal was. Beef pastie, tomatoes, beetroot and a portion of McCain’s blight removed chips. With caramelised onion chutney, wholemeal bread thins and some German smoked Bavarian ham that was just out of date, but tasted fine. Some fresh orange juice for afters. Flavour Rating: 8.4/10, super! 
00:15hrs: I woke up, in a lackadaisical, lethargic, incurious pococurante disposition. Possibly brought on my the dreams I’d been having? But actual facts of the dream are not recalled at all, but the mood of them, was I think, of a defeatist, negatively-fatalistic nature. 
me of upcoming annoyances. Oh, dear! 
I left the computer and went to make another brew of tea. (Yes, the thirst for tea was back again!) 
Deana called to do alarm checks. I took the opportunity to mention the WC and the leaking hot water tap to her. She kindly said she would inform the maintenance shower for me, and get back to let me know when, if, they are to arrive to sort out the situation, which she says 
is just a new washer needed.
Back up to the apartment, and got the food goods stored away. Taking a picture of the rather bleak weather on view outside.
dated 22nd Dec, bread from the trolley and said thank you. Not many folks around, I’d hoped to ask Deana about Mo and how she was, but I forgot to, and there was no one else to inquire of. The office was closed.
I got the new picker-upper from the three-wheeled trolley guide bar. It is not safe there now, with the plastic gripper having split. Tsk! I’d only had the thing for a few hours before it cracked! Botherations! 
computer, I put the picker-upperer on the airer, and gave it a try with light stuff, then had a go at picking up the tub with the Chinese salted sweet nut brittle sweets in it, that I had knocked over earlier, and fell beneath the airer. You can see how large it was in the photo, the sweet wrappers are red. It grabbed and 
lifted it alright!
I did some updating on this post for a few hours. I checked the yesterday receipts, before dishing them.
I got the meal sorted (blimey the stack of washing up top do!)