Woke around 0500hrs – Dreamt of abandoned offices building again, with me either chasing or running away some peoples?
Urgent trip to the porcelain – I’d left some hand cloths soaking in the sink so went into the kitchen to wash me hands. Saw the medication pots I’d washed to use later were still on the draining board and needed wiping and the lids putting back on and placing in the drawer. So I got them all sorted with lids that fitted and put them in the bowl to carry them to the drawer for storing – Early Whoopsiedangleplop here… dropped the bowl! So had to cleaned them all again! Huh!
Made a good strong cuppa and took me medications.
Laptop on and did what I didn’t do last night cause I fell asleep early. Got yesterdays diary finished and posted.
Stated this diary then did some Facebooking while I had the chance.
Hurriedly got missen scrubbed up and to the bus stop outside the flats. Bit of a chin-wag with the other residents.
I managed to catch the wrong bus Huh! It was the L9 I caught, but it was the one going away from town not to town. Laugh… well no I didn’t actually. Dropped off in Sherwood and caught a bus into town.
As I walked along towards the bus-stop to go to Jane & Pete’s – I was reminded of the Alfred Hitchcock film, ‘The Birds’.
Harmless ones though – the pigeons are likely to crap on you from a great height, but I don’t think they would peck one to death?
Got the bus to Jane’s mansion and was greeted with a nice cuppa and a smile. (A bit of a rare and worrying event that!)
I set about trying to get Pete’s Spy Camera software to load. After around three hours I got it loaded – then we spent another hour trying to set the date on it – without any success.
I was really up-tight about me failure when Steve of Age UK rang but I couldn’t get me phone in time, so rang him back. He’d spoke with two people and got quotes from them, both high, £800 and £850 pound for the house clearance… Oh dear. He said he trusted the £850 man more than the £800 bid. So I agreed and told Jane and Pete I’d have to go, so I could get to the bank and get the money ready in case they could get to do it quicker than next week as will be planned
Said me cheerios and set off and caught a bus into town.
Exchange Walk, Nottingham City centre
To the bank, then worked out I had some time to spare before the last L9 bus left, so had a walk around, starting in the slab-square, then up King Street.
Walked up to Trinity Square where I found some ‘Bling to photograph for the TFZers site.
Can you believe the prices of these glasses in a shop window in Trinity Square?
I put the prices in Canadian, Australian and Canadian dollars so the TFZers can understand exactly what the English pounds in costs/prices actually represent in their money.
Got to the bus stop in plenty of time, passing the Cafe Row of shops on the way.
You can see how busy they were not can’t you?
Just as well I got there early because the bus pulled out three minutes early. Tsk!
I managed to fight falling asleep until just before the flats – and missed my stop, but got off at the next one and walked back. Wot a plonka!
Got in WC’d and made me salad ready for later and washed the pots.
Laptop on and made sure I added the time of Fridays ‘Memory Test’ at the doctors, 1200hrs to me Google calendar that the surgery had given me in rely to me email bless em.
Updated this diary, then did some Facebooking with drooping eyelids. Hehe!
Went to make another cuppa to take me medications and found I’d left the hot tap water running! Getting depressed with missen now!
No bath tonight then, the water heater was not working?
Got me nosh.
Rated it 8.4/10, nice salad. Mushrooms, oiled and sliced some red peppers, Krakowska pork sliced up, garden peas, wonderful beetroot, boiled eggs, pork and pickle mini pies, tomatoes, last of the veggie bacon (No more to be had now, a one-off from Fulton foods) some bread thins, spread with Bertolli Olive Oil spread and butter.
Checked me emails again – did a graphic of TFZ’s Marie. with Marie and a photo in the background I took today at the jewellery shop. I’ll post it later on the site.
Did some WordPressing reading and voting.
I decided to get just one bag sorted tonight… however I foolishly decided to have a cuppa first… and nodded of in the chair…
Woke around 0400hrs – No dream memories, but plenty of pains Tsk! The new swelling on me arm was taking the lead pain-wise possibly because it’s a new one, although the swelling had gone down a lot, the tenderness was the same. The reflux valve had gone down nicely at last. Arthur Itis was calm, Anne Gyna was giving out warning signs of what she intended for me later in the day though.
And the old scars on me chest and tummy from the heart operation had gone a fluffy white colour for some reason? The skin cancer wound was itching like crazy?
Possible perhaps that the scars and cancer wound problems were due to me using a different bath soak?
Still, other than these worries I was in decent spirits this morning, despite me busy day ahead!
I must try to avoid any more Whoopsiedangleplops today.
Put the kettle on and off to the porcelain – to find ‘Little Inchy’ had been bleeding again, but the hammorhoids had for once not been doing so.
Started the laptop and took me medications. Must find time to do up some more medication pots soon. Today is going to be a busy one again, more-so in fact. Got Morrisons coming early, on time I hope or I’ll not be able to get to the Doctors in time for me appointment, then to the chemist, then into town to the audio clinic for some batteries (Thankfully they do not charge us pensioners for em you know), try to get to a pound shop for some woolly hats, then to Loxley House to return me election papers and after all that, to the GUM clinic to get me cream for ‘Little Inchy’ – that’s if I haven’t forgotten owt like?
Still, the hernia and ulcer aren’t giving me any gip at the moment.
I realise how lucky I was to find me missing hearing aid yesterday and pondered if I’d ever find me missing camera memory card or the missing saucepan lid?
So busy with much to get done.
The right arm was hurting now without my using it – even when I just moved it, hurts when I straighten the arm too, it tingled a bit all the time? I don’t like this at all.
Started a graphic for a post while I had the time.
Got missen cleaned and polished for the days efforts to come.
Morrisons delivery arrived I quickly put away the fridge and freezer products.
Bag, nibbles, bus-pass, camera, hearing aids etc in bag and pockets and off on me walk to the GP surgery.
Thirty minutes later I arrived at the surgery.
booked in and crossword book out while I waited me turn.
Called in and met with Dr Vindla (Who as wearing a very short skirt and Little inch needed controlling) and told her about me blown-up legs and asked about whether I could go back on thee Furosemide tablets. She explained that as I was on so many medications she didn’t want to risk affecting the balance of effect of the others and said to see how it went – ‘Put my feet up whenever I could at night and keep up with the walking’.
Then she had a look at the pain in my right arm – I said I can see no bruising in the mirror and explained the pain. Turns out it was massive bruising and she asked me however this occurred. I had no idea?
I did feel a fool!
She suggested I take a memory test and told me to book one with the receptionist on the way out. which I did for Friday, but forgot to write down the time, later I sent an email asking for the time.
Gave them their nibbles and set off on the bus into town.
The first sight when I got off of the bus was a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist who rode over the lights and along the pavement weaving between pedestrians. The Swine!
I noticed that at the entrance to Clinton Street, the traffic lights had been hit again.
Not that it stopped the famous Nottingham pedestrians from still crossing against the lights at all!
Walked through into the slab square and up to the audio clinic where I nearly grew hair again waiting to get some hearing-aid batteries. This is one of the more morose NHS places I have to visit, possibly because the patients being deaf there are no conversations going on?
The lady who spoke to me was almost impossible to lip read – no idea what she was saying but she looked rather stern faced? Frit me a bit!
Back down into the centre, feeding some pigeons en-route. I love the pigeon on the right with its legs apart and looking up.
Through the slab square. Not many folk about today in the centre.
Across and up through near Clinton Street again and I espied a new to me market stall laid out with three obviously Eastern European gentle men with stubble on their faces that spouted a threatening look at anyone who went near their many tables laid outside on the walkway. At least they were trying to make an honest living I thought.
They had many boxes of shoes and leather goods stacked up against the wall and their priced were really low.
The ladies boots in the photograph I took were all either £10 or £20.
Called in the pound shop and got a tin of stewed steak for a change.
I caught the bus to the GUM clinic as the day melted away – gawd it was going quickly.
Brother-n-law Pete rang me, he was having bother sorting getting his spy-watch sorted on the laptop I gave him. I told him I’d come to his mansion in the morning in an effort to help out.
Got me cream and on the bus back into Sherwood.
Then a Whoopsiedangleplop of sorts!
I fell sleep on the bus and missed me stop, in fact I woke up as the bus was arriving in the city centre!
Caught a bus back to near the flats and hobbled home – ‘Home’ – a nice word that nowadays.
Got in, WC’d, creamed little Inchy. Then put away the other stuff I’d had delivered earlier from Morrisons.
Sorted out me medication pots and took the nights doses.
Got me nosh on. Mixed some black bean sauce in with the stewed steak, made some mash and had it with some garden peas. Followed by a lemon mousse with Cornish clotted cream, delicious!
Rated this 8.2/10.
Decided to wash the dishes up after eating it and managed to drop me big dish when cleaning it – what a mess!
Sat down and put me legs up on the Ottoman… and that was that! Nodded off into oblivion.
Woke around 0500hrs and lay a moment or two thinking of what I have to do today: Take rubbish to chute, bath shave, get the 0930 L9 bus into town – remember to take the laptop to give to Pete when I meet him in town, bus back to Carrington to the GP for me INR Warfarin blood level test and flu jab and ask for a prescription for some water tablets, back to town and then to the audio clinic to report me lost hearing-aid, then on the bus to the City Hospital GUM clinic… worra day in prospect I thought!
Then, having plenty of time I drifted off back to kip – a rarity that for me.
To the WC and somehow the memories of the dreams I’d had returned a bit, wrote them down to record here later… I was at a highland sports meeting – wanted to toss the caber but couldn’t lift – I seemed very upset that they would not let me throw me walking stick instead?… then recalled bits of me on a ferry trying to get to see my cyber-friend Lynton Cox in France – everything stopped me, I had no passport and insisted they let me into the country using me free pensioners bus-pass, they deported me back to the UK to Swansea? I was happy there and stayed joining the Torchwood team? They sacked me the next day when I passed wind and it killed an alien prisoner as I was feeding it a dog bone.
Done me porcelain duties then, emptying some bits from the rubbish bin to put in the bag to go to the chute and…
I Found Me Hearing Aid – Yipidee Super!
I felt sure I’d looked in there when I found I’d lost it yesterday? Over the moon now!
Cuppa medications taken, laptop on and started this diary off.
Got a wash and shave, changed and off with me bus-pass, bag, camera and list of jobs to do, to the bus stop outside the flats and listen to the chin-wags while waiting the arrival, of the L9 bus into town.
Nice morning.
I noticed close to a sign telling us that Nottingham was now Officially the cleanest City in Britain – laid this pile of rubbish – just thought I’d mention it like.
Then I met Pete at his bus stop. Handed him his laptop drive and mouse. Wished him well with it and off he went to buy some nuts for his squirrels then back to his mansion to sort out his spy-camera wot I bought him early for Christmas like.
I poddled to the bus stop to catch a bus back into Carrington for me GP nurses appointment.
Asked for a prescription for Furozamide water tablets cause of me swelling legs.
Sat down and got me crossword book out to tackle going through the ones I was stuck on to get as many answers as I could. I got one answer from the 80 or so that needed doing. Tsk!
The nurse called me in and gave me the flu jab and took me blood for Warfarin level testing. Then she booked me in for tomorrow morning 1010hrs to see Dr Vindla about me swelling legs. Then booked me in for a week on Tuesday 6th October for me net blood tests. She was not happy with me reflux valve sticking out like it was as she noticed and made a memo for the Dr on the computer.
I caught the bus to the City Hospital GUM clinic to collect me new ‘Natural based bio-polymer, topical calcium alginate cream’ (No I don’t know what it means either – Hehe) for ‘Little Inchy’ as instructed – it was all locked up? I supposed I’d got the day wrong again, I’ll check when I get back to the flat, if I remember?
Back on yet another bus into Sherwood. Damnably good job I’ve got me Pensioners free bus-pass innit!
Decided that as I’d done so well with me walking I’d walk back to the flat up through Woodthorpe Park, and down to the the flats.
I Noticed near the broken gate, they had put up another new poster informing us this ‘Our Green Flag Award Winning Park’!
It’s hard to see on this photo wot I took, but the Harris fencing that had been erected twixt the footpath and the dangerously crumbling wall had been vandalised and flattened. The used contraceptives on the floor near the first sitting bench on the left could hardly be seen due to the half-eaten and thrown away take-away remnants.
When I got to the top and turned right down towards the flats near the little croft, I used me full zoom to take this photo of a wood-pigeon.
Down the broken gravel-path and to the reception entrance. Where I met Deana Walker the camp kommandant and gave her some nibbles. Nice woman.
The little squirrel I named Cyril greeted me when I got there and he even nipped up on a parking bollard so I could get a reasonable photograph of him from a distance.
I wondered, does he know his coat blends in with concrete post?
Got in the flat and made for the WC.
Took the camera mobile and GP card from me coat.
I could almost feel me legs swelling physically – but they gave off no more pain than usual. The reflux valve and me feet were worse at this time.
Laptop on and updated this rubbish.
Added appointments to me Google calendar.
Another rather busy day tomorrow it seems.
Tsk!
Got me nosh on, fish-cakes, fish portions in batter, some chips and a couple of parsnips slices with garden peas in the oven.
While they were a-cooking I finished sorting the paperwork I found in yet another box yesterday – will it never end! Hehe.
Fair nosh, nothing special.
Followed by Lemon fool and mousse.
Tiredness dawned again.
Hate to thing how I‘ll manage with tomorrows lots to get through.
Hey-ho!
Nodded off and woke up half an hour later needing to tend to the porcelain, with a dirty great swelling on the back of me right upper arm? Throbbing and tender to the touch or when I caught it against owt?
Good job I’m going to see Dr Vindla in the morning. I’ve a feeling this might be seriously bothersome, whatever it is.
Woke at 0515hrs: No cramps again last night – I still put this down to the magnificent magnesium tablets.
WC’d and pondered on me dreams form last night – and how I found time to have any cause I seemed to be waking up every ten minutes? Had a pen in me dressing gown pocket and wrote what I could recall about the dreams onto some loo paper to get on here later.
Felt a bit perkier this morning. The usual bleeding from the back end was absent, but ‘Little Inchy’ had been bleeding again. So much for the new magical cream potion. Hey-ho.
Made a cuppa took me medications and checked out me last efforts on getting the corner-stand to look decent – failure again! It’ll get one more effort from me later today, and if that fails also I’ll have to get rid it and get a another one.
Taking the tea bag out of the cup to put it in the bin, and the fingers froze (As they often do – Tsk!) and I dropped the bag – naturally it splashed as it fell on the corner-cabinet. Oh lucky me! Hehe! More sorting to do now.
It looks okay from a distance, but the blotches are so apparent close up. Even worse now I’ll dropped me hot tea-bag on it. Shame!
I got the old computer out and gave it a good charge up while I finished off yesterdays diary. (that took two hours plus off the day!) So Pete can use it it straight away when I give it to him on Monday to use in conjunction with the pressie of the spy-watch I gave him for Christmas like.
Nipped to the WC again and saw me dream-notes on the loo-roll, so I brought them back to the laptop to record.
The end of the world had arrived, so many wars and religious battles going on, so many different peoples living together all killing each other, no control, death, hatred... for some reason I found myself in a conning tower at an airport, burning planes and the city beyond was aflame… A traffic warden was ticketing the crashed planes on the runway? The people in the room were asking Me? what to do. All I was interested in was finding my missing saucepan lid?…
Another time later, I was eating a pot of porridge in a trench with shells landing all around and painting on an easel a portrait of Margaret Thatcher?
Much more happened that I cannot recall. Then I was back on the roofs of buildings running, being chased and leaping from building to building until I got to the library which I entered through an old fashion chimney and the lady at the desk told me off and sent me to get cleaned up – I opened the door and fell into a boat on the sea… Giant fish fingers came up out of the depths and offered me a haemorrhoid cushion…?
There was much more I’m sure, but can’t get any details back.
Got me emails checked, did some Facebooking then spent several hours doing graphics for this diary and me blog post about Fooey.
I eventually forced missen off the laptop. Not easy yer know..)
Went on the old one to take off anything private on it like, before giving it to Pete.
Time shot by today.
I got the old laptop sorted (Eventually) and then had another go at getting the corner-stand sorted out.
Got me nosh done.
Vegetable sausages, few chips, polish sausages, tomatoes, bread thins and me seasoned baked beans. I was going to have the last of me lettuce with it, but it had ‘Gorn-off!’ Tsk!
Followed this with a low-cal blackcurrant jelly and sour cream. Good stuff again – rated this one 8.85/10.
Fell asleep watching the goggle-box, Jonathan Creek it was.
Kept nodding and waking for a few hours before finally getting off proper.
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.
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 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.
