Didn’t wake until 0535hrs, I must have needed the rest?
Out of the almost scarily shuddering £300 second-hand recliner, kicked a bottle of Spring Water over and off to the Porcelain Throne for a heavy duty session. All went very well, no blood from Haemorrhoid Harold, Little Inchy was not bleeding again (although stinging a bit), Duodenal Donald not bad at all, Anne Gyna ever present lately it seems, but showing less severity than of late, Reflux Roger was calm, Haemorrhoid Harold was not bleeding and Harry Hernia only showing the slightest signs of discontentment. If things stay like this, I’ll be content too. Fingers crossed here.
Applied the creams, lotions and potions where needed.
Then made a nice strong mug of tea and had my breakfast.
Hehe! Well, medications. At first, I thought I’d got the dosages wrong and tried to figure out which tablets/capsules I’d missed off – then realised there was fewer to take, due to the Morphine Sulphate being suspended.
Did the first daily Health-Checks, and finalised the weeks log on Excel. TLhis mornings readings were fine? Sys160, Dia 87, Pulse 85, Temp 33.9, Weight 14.75
All looking fine to me?
I was fauchling things on the keyboard a lot for some reason this morning?
Came across the dream notes from last night when I started doing the diaries. Seems I was having a series of them where I was being interviewed, questioned, interrogated by various personages. Sentences were passed, and I thanked them? A lot of the scribbled notes I couldn’t decipher. But it was apparent that the electric chair and deportation were in there somewhere. I got sent back and had to face the same interrogators I think?
The Morrison delivery arrived. The driver was in a good mood this morning, mostly because it being a Bank Holiday, the traffic was almost non-existent he said.
I put the fodder away, managing almost without any effort, to drop the jar of pickled onions… and it did not break! Fair enough, it hit my knee on the way down, though.
Always concerns and worries me things like this happening. The jar not smashing and no mess to clean up… it’s just not the usual occurrence for me. Hehe!
Went on Facebook to catch-up.Did some graphics for the TFZer site.
Did some graphics for the TFZer site.
A depression came over me suddenly, the darkness and feeling of abandoned hopes arrived so quickly and brutally, I stopped doing anything and just sat feeling sorry for myself and going over all my mistakes, errors and foolish misread intentions I’d done and committed through my life and just could not stop doing this?
It took hours before I could regain some sort of control, but I did, still felt a bitterness towards myself, but coped much better with it, I think.
I actually cheered up a bit after I’d hit my head on the airing cupboard shelve as I dropped the jammies taking them out. Confused and now feeling hungry, I sorted the food out and changed into the nightwear, noticing how terribly white and pale my skin looked tonight? And, the leg’s water retention had almost gone, my chicken legs and dangly arms were back! Hehe!
No wonder the weight was well down yet again on the last of the Health Checks. The pulse was beating away with a venom mind. Tsk!
Got the fodder served up.
Not a lot, but just as well, as I couldn’t eat it all or anywhere near all of it. And, I thought I felt rather hungry earlier too?
Despite this, the stomach rumbled annoyingly afterwards. But Duodenal Donald was kind to me, although persistent, his pains were moderate for once. I cheered a bit at this.
Got some Political pamphlets through the door, local elections this Thursday. Oh, and one for the June General Election too.
0400hrs: Sweating a bit this morning. Fractures bits of dreams were there, but not enough to make any sense of.Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner and got the washing bad and down and got it going in the washer.
Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner and got the laundry bag and down and got it going in the washer.
Up to the flat and visited the Porcelain Throne with no problems.
Made a cuppa and started doing the diaries.
Down and moved the clothes into the dryer.
Back in the flat 0500hrs, took the medications and did the Health Checks:
Sys 146, Dia 82, Pulse 100, Temp 36.1, Weight 14.69 (Down a smidge he says with his little chest swelling out. Hehe!) Apart from the pulse a bit high all looked good to me. And because I wrongly did these checks in between nipping up and on the lift. I suppose the pulse being so high, is to be expected? Bet it’ll be back down on the next checks.
Took this photograph through the kitchen window, leaving the lights on in the front room to reflect onto it.
I made a strong mug of tea. Did some graphicationalisationing, and it was soon time to go back down to the laundry room to collect the washing. (0600hrs).
Took the camera down with me.
Bits of fluff had attached to the clothing, and it took me ages to pick it all off of them. I guess I didn’t check the filter well enough, it looked cleaned to me when I got the stuff into the dryer.
Ah well, that’ll teach me not to take short cuts.
Packed the into the bag, cleaned the filter and drum and back one more time up to the mini-flatlet.
Got some potatoes into the Crock-Pot adding a drop of dark Soy Sauce in place of salt to them.
Started on the diaries, beginning this one.
WordPress reading next.
Onto Facebooking.
Second checks completed and the pulse had gone down okay. Sys 150, Dia 85, Pulse 85, Temp 36.1. Excellent!
Then decided to have a walkabout hobble with my camera, just around the block so as to speak. So I got a good scrub-up adorned clean clothing and set off on the little trip out.
No personages met at all on the way down in the lift or front foyer.
Crossed over the road and onto the field to get to the entry point for the Croft.
There, in between the weeds, daisies, dandelions and was a single buttercup, blowing in the wind. I jut had to start the walkabout with a photographicalisation of it, it was so beautiful and fresh looking.
The well-beaten pathway up through the Croft was mounted at a really slow idle pace – I was in no rush and wanted to have a good look around. Which was a little disappointing I’m afraid, for two reasons?
One, the rubbish that had been tipped in between the lovely old trees. And the fact that I thought I’d taken a picture, well, two pictures of the crap… but when I got home and downloaded the camera card, none were found?
Upwards and onwards to the park, and had a roundabout walk down to Mansfield Road.
Taking a photograph of a group of friends with their animals, from through the trees.
I get pleasure from seeing the dogs playing and having fun. A touch of jealousy creeps in too, I think? Hehe!
The feet were already beginning to sting a bit, but no bother from Duodenal Donald or Anny Gyna at the moment.
On to Mansfield Road, up over the hill and down into Sherwood.
Sparsely populated today, then again it is a Sunday. (Please note: I got the day right today. Haha!)
Did lots of window shopping on the way down to Winchester Street.
Dropped into the Wilko store and got face cloths and spectacle cleaners. Had a dizzy at the check-out and dropped the change the gal was giving me – did feel a fool!
Really slowly now, I ‘ambled with a limp’ down to the lights and left up onto Winchester Street Hill.
A few yards along on the left in this picture is the entrance bounded by a low Derbyshire Stone, a wall with flowers and shrubs planted.
As I approached it, some Nottingham Street Art I found!
Three-quarters of a slice of buttered toast, a bag of gone-off-rancid food of some description, broken tiles, bricks, a box of ice-pops and cigarette packets adorned the corner of the wall that had been knocked down.
And these dumped items were right next to the most beautiful of plants!
As I walked up the hill and Anne Gyna started grumbling, I came across more wonderful plants on the side of the pavements.T
Their names I know not, being a townie – but I knew they were nature’s wonders. Especially the one in the middle above. Almost reminded me of a close-up of a snowflake or something that had been embroidered?
The leg of the hill was a battle, but as I say, I was in no rush and took a few breaks when I took the photos.
Rounded the corner onto Chestnut Walk, and I hobbled along with a little quicker limp now – The bladder was informing me of a need for a wee-wee was becoming urgent! Tsk!
Made it in time.
I thought how nippy it was in the apartment. Then realised I’d left both windows open, so I closed one.
I put the Wilko purchases away.
Kettle on and checked the Crock-pot, the tatties were doing fine.
Kettle on and made a cuppa took the midday medications, got the computer going and updated this diary.
Had to nip for another wee-wee, though?
Added some of these photos to the TFZ site.Back to working on the next TFZer graphic.
Back to working on the next TFZer graphic.
Spent hours, only to lose it all when CorelDraw froze! Grumph!
Got the meal prepared.
Raw pod peas (The last of them), beetroot, potatoes boiled with soy sauce in the water, a fish cakes, battered cod balls and mushrooms. Two slices of sourdough bread (The last two).
With to follow, a plain Greek-style yoghourt with Marle Syrup stirred into the pot.
Did the washing up then settled to try and watch some Jonathan Creek DVD episodes – again I nodded off before the thing started, and again I remembered bits of the dreams I’d had when I woke later and wrote some notes down to record from later.
There was no need for ant berceuse tonight. Turned off the box and TV as was in the land of nod in moments!
0300hrs: Woke, reluctantly, tried to get back to sleep, knew I’d been dreaming, but again, no memories of them. I hate that. Hehe! Gave up trying to nod off again when the urge to visit the porcelain throne appeared.
Flipping cold this morning.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and nearly went over as Dizzy Dennis caught me unawares as I dismounted. Onto the throne and Duodenal Donald kicked in and the stomach rumbling began. Thought about how I enjoyed yesterday’s Fish and Chip meal and how foolish I was to have gone for it.
Carried out the Health Checks and printed the last few day off so as to show the doctor later on.
All those 163 to 174 Sys readings and then it goes down to 155 on the day I go to see the Doctor? Humph! The weight down a bit again too, mind you, I got onto the scales after the Porcelain Throne session.
Took the medications.
I threw back the curtains as it began to get lighter, and realised why it was so nippy, I’d left the window open!
Humph!
Did some WordPress reading done, made a mug of strong tea… during which I had to make a rather hasty a trip back to the porcelain… just in time! Great! The runs, on a day I’ve got to go to the surgery, chemist, back for the Social Hour, back out to the bank, then the clinic!
Back to put the above photograph on here, and noticed some smoke in it, left of the right curtain.
Got a close-up of it from the kitchen window.
No emergency lights were showing. Looked like it was on the housing estate?
Got the paperwork for the day’s needs, Surgery, Bank and Clinic into a folder, put the raffle prizes and nibbles in the bag for the Social Hour and staff. Realised I had not booked an appointment with the Doctor’s Nurse for the Tuesday INR Blood Test… Huh! I’ll have to go to the City Hospital for it then. Far too late to get an appointment for Tuesday now. Hey-ho!
Made some reminder notes to take with me to avoid forgetting to mention something to the Doctor.
Updated this twollop.
Ablutions tended to.
Remembered to gather the things for the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop to take them with me – plan to walk up through the park, up over the hill and to the surgery.
Set out and went the wrong way, half way along Chestnut Walk, I stopped and walked back in the opposite direction, so as to go to the Nottingham Hospice shop – stopped again when I realised I’d put their stuff in the wrong bag, and went back in the original direction. I’ll bet someone was watching and thinking; Look at that fool, what’s he up to now? Hehe!
Plenty of time to spare so I took a nice steady hobble down the hill.
Damn it, I had not got the hearing aids in!
A bit of an obstacle course on the pavement with the bins lined up for collection, but still.
Anne Gyna now amalgamated with Duodenal Dennis, and this was most annoying and persistent. Hey-ho!
Left and up the hill on Mansfield Road and over the crest… or should that be apex or maybe the crown of the road?
The traffic was building up here in Carrington as I had to stop a few moments to let Anne Gyna calm down.
Even Roger Reflux had a go at me then.
Tsk! Not feeling well at all, yet oddly not poorly.
Does that make sense to you?
Further down the hill as I approached the surgery, a sudden uplifting insanity came over me… no not insanity, erm, jollity!
I found Dennis had eased off quickly and I was singing to myself?
Well, maybe insanity after all. Hehe!
I got into the Surgery and consulted my list of things to remember and asked the receptionist if I had booked in for Monday or Tuesday for an INR Blood Test, she confirmed that I had, for 1020hrs. I thanked her, took my seat and got out the crossword book. Noticing as I did, some new posters on the board. It seems the senior Doctor is retiring and Dr Vinla is currently interviewing for a replacement. I thought she was off ill? Big decisions to make for her.
A locum for Dr Vinla was on duty today.
I was told to go in and the Doctor, a far Eastern Gentleman was very cross with me for forgetting the hearing aids, and when I had to ask for confirmation or misheard him, it made him angrier still. Oh dear! Got it wrong again didn’t I? But he was straight to the point. Well, in all but when I asked about and explained the depression and anxiety symptoms, which he told me we all have, and told me to leave it until Dr Vindla returned and warned me that referrals take months sometimes.
Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna’s hassle I mentioned. He said to double up with the Omeprazole for a few days until things calm down. I pointed out that perhaps the stocks might run low, and he said if the do ask for some more later.
I requested some extra Codeine Phosphates and was pleased when after he’d read my statistics on the computer, he agreed to do so, because of the Morphgesic SR 30 mg Tablets being stopped in readiness for the graft operation and it should be safe to take some extra 30g Codeines, in place of them. So glad he agreed to this, bless him.
I thanked him, left his office and gave the staff some nibbles in a bag and walked (Very painfully now the feet had started singing) down the road into Carrington and the Chemist shop.
Deepak, the chemist and owner, asked me to have a talk with him while I waited for the prescription to be filled.
I mentioned how I was feeling depressed and why. Somehow it was easier to speak with him. A really nice chap, Deepak is.
The chinwag only took a few minutes, and I collected the medications and was off hobbling to the Lidl store.
I got only three things today, A bag of small potatoes, a small packet of Sugar-Peas and two small cheese cobs.
I paid on the serve yourself till and got rid of all my small change.
Hehehe! I later regretted this.
Out to the bus stop, (Weary legs and feet now) and got lifted up into Sherwood. Where I dropped off and called at the bank as instructed by the bank manageress last week, to talk to her about the direct debits and how I wanted things handling.
I explained all this to the lady serving, put my card and number into the machine on the counter, and she seemed to concentrate and read things on the screen for ages and ages? I began to fear that something was wrong… My IQ told me something was wrong!
Eventually, after I nearly fell asleep a few times waiting, she said that the manageress was unavailable today??? She added in a wholly disquieting, nerve-making tone, (To me anyway!) That the transfer had gone through and I could now use the new card. Conviction, was missing in her voice? Knowing my luck, I found it hard to believe that things were alright with it. Time will prove me right, my IQ is rarely wrong. Watch this space! Oh, dear…
Started to hobble up the hill to see if any buses might be coming to get me back up to the flats and realised the L8 service had finished, so no matter what the time, no luck. As I knew the L9 route came at 25 minutes past the hour, and it was 54 minutes past now.
So I limped back the way I came from and walked up Winchester Street Hill back to the flats.
Amazingly, I arrived in time (Well, not very late anyway) for the Tenants Social Hour. But it was hard work not hearing folks unless they were next to me and I could see the lips.
Got the raffle tickets and donated them to a table of ladies, handed out the nibbles, managed a quick bit of a gossip with Penny and BJ – then decided to call it quits and go back to the flat to get the hearing aids and take some painkillers and an extra Omeprazole.
Boy, was I lucky, just missed the downpour that started as I got in, put the fodder away and had a wee-wee before taking the midday and the extra medications. A bit of a mouthful that, Haha!
The rain was so fine it was hard to see, I’d got the hearing aids in by then and heard it more than saw it.
It only lasted a few minutes, but anyone in it would have recognised it as ‘That wet rain’ and got soaked through!
Did an order for Morrison’s while I thought of it. A job getting the new card accepted, but all okay now.
Set off on slow, nice and easy hobble to the Clinic at the City Hospital, remembering to take the attendance card and bus pass to get back with. See? Sometimes I can get things right, Hehe!
When I crossed over Valley Road at the pelican lights, a gentleman in a BMW went over on amber, gave me a fright he did.
I was well pleased with Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald (Actually he was less bothersome now?) on the limp to the clinic. Only the feet gave me a lot of any bother. And no rain in sight. Come think of it, the roads might have been greasy, and that’s why Mr BMW didn’t try to stop? Glad I didn’t call him a naughty name now.
The usual Po-faced Obergruppenfurher on the reception again. I’ve worked out to annoy now. I keep a smile on my face and am extremely friendly and polite to him. Haha!
No waiting at all, I was called in within 2 minutes – into an office full of medical professionals and students. They explained As I thought about the Morphine removal being so that if I need it during the graft operation, it would be more efficient for me. The head man (I assumed as the others said nothing to him, except in answer to his prompting, but hung on his every word) explained the procedure in detail to me. But I will not repeat anything on here, cause it fritted me. Hehehe!
Then we all went into the treatment room, and they had a silent giggle and declared me all okay for the surgery to take place, as long as I have no more bad bleeds. After much embarrassment and poking and prodding, we returned back into the office and, he was a Mr, not Doctor? Advised me that having to cancel the original surgical time will mean a longer wait, this time around. Fair enough! He gave me more cream.
I thanked him, got out into the reception area and smiled at Hitler, the sweetest smile I could manage and said Thank you, my friend, received a look back that should have killed me actually, and got out quickly. Hehe!
I was going to take a photographicalisation of the clinic but had left the camera in the flat. Tsk!
A number 40 bus arrived within seconds of my getting to the bus stop. All this good luck is very worrying yer know! If had got the camera and used it, I’d have missed the bus!
The uphill, but a short walk from the 40 bus stop back to to the apartment block, was excruciating for me, thanks to the state of the feet and Anne Gyna starting to kicking off again.
So glad to get back inside. Had a long wee-wee. Checked on the man and woman handled Little inchy, no bleeding. Phew!
Kettle on, and I took the evening medications then, got the computer on to update this again. Did the last Health Checks. Sys still a little high, but lower than the first two checks.
Oh, the feet and Anne Gyna… but Duodenal Donald was bearable.
Got the fodder away went on Facebook catch-up then the meal was prepared and consumed.
The ‘Luxury’ fish surimi sticks were delicious and tasty. I didn’t eat all of it, left most of the potatoes, the pepper was a little too hot for me. The egg was of a plasticity and rubber texture that was unpleasant. However, I did have an orange sucker and a handful of chocolate balls afterwards.
Got the DVD going to watch some more of the Jonathan Creek episodes, the new headphones are marvellous.
Repeatedly fell asleep and had to rewind, so often I gave up trying.
Stirred around 0400hrs, no dream memories at all. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner (Worked smoothly without any shakes and shudders this morning too!) and off to the Porcelain Throne. All okay there, no bleeding from the front or rear end, and things went easily, perhaps a bit too easily, but absolutely no pain during the process.
Did the Health Checks next. Sys 161, Dia 73, Pulse 85, Temperature 35.5 and the weight was down again! 14.10lb.
Began to worry about if the Hygiene ladies would visit today.
Got a good few reminders on the calendar for today.
Mind you, tomorrow’s ‘Things to Do’ list is even busier.
Not sure how I committed myself to the Fish & Chips meal with a gang of other tenants today, though.
I’m not an eater-outer usually. I think Penny might have scared me into going. Hehehe!
She rang last night to remind me not to miss the 1130hrs bus, bless her.
Made a mug of tea and got the diary finished and posted, then started on this one to here.
Made a list of things to remember when I go out later – it was still there when I got back hours later. Tsk!
Done some WordPressing then I visited Facebook. Middle of posting Facebook became unresponsive the message said. Tsk! Came back on, though.
Graphics I did yesterday added to the TFZer site and put in albums.
On the last one, I tried to make it look like Lyzzi on the right was jumping up. Failed!
Carried out the ablutions.
No nurse arrived.
Washed some cleaning rags out and put them on the airer.
None of the Hygiene Ladies arrived.
Got the empty jars and bottles and went down and out to the recycle bin with them, then back into the foyer and waited for the bus with the other tenants going on the Free’ Nosh trip to Arnold.
We piled on when the bus arrived and Penny gave a little lecture for a few minutes; I could not hear her and asked the cheery lady sat in front of me if it was anything important. She smiled and just said: “No dear!”
Had a bit of a dizzy after getting off the bus and during the little walk to the restaurant.
Couldn’t join in any conversations properly, other than with the chap sat next to me, so when those around laughed I laughed… that sort of thing.
The meal arrived in a convoy of servers and boy would you believe how some of them tenants ate so quickly. I had to take my time, partly due to Duodenal Donald and I needed to watch the others so I knew what cutlery to use and how to eat the food without embarrassing missen.
Battered haddock, mushy peas and chips. It didn’t look very appetising, but it tasted wonderful. Donald started grumbling before I finished, so I left a little of it. (Not much, mind, Hehe!)
I departed as some had done earlier, and went into Asda and had a wander around for ages. Had to take care not to allow any escapes of wind, as Reflux Roger joined in with Duodenal Donald giving some rotten attacks. Huh!
Ended up buying Fish Sticks, 4 miniature pork pies with pickle and next week,s TV paper – the buying of the magazine reminded me to look at the DVD players – Yes, I bought one. Not sure if I could handle setting it up, but the bloke two flats away said he would show me if I struggled to get it going.
To the bus stop and back to the apartment, in pain and well tired-out.
Wee-wee, kettle on and got the DVD thingy out and set it together okay, plugged it in, and the Jonathan Creek DVD started!
Needs a bit of colour, screen options and contrast sorting out later, when I find out how to do it.
Got the computer on to update this here diary, like.
Then did Facebook catch up.
The last Health Checks were done: Sys 171, Dia 75, Pulse 81, Temp 36.1. Sys high again, but I’m going to see the Doctor in the morning so can tell him/her. Then get back for the Tenants Social Hour hopefully, then out to the bank, then to the Clinic.
Not too good now, rumbling innards, the odd Dizzy Dennis visit, and the depression deepened. But Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were both being kind to me… I think, sometimes it is hard to identify which are Duodenal Donald’s and Anne Gyna’s pains. Int life confusing sometimes? Hehe!
Settled to watch some of the DVD and toyed with it as I watched. Not successfully mind. I find now, I have to change (On the TV) the audio settings between watching TV and using the DVD. But not to worry, at least I can view a DVD now. Watched some Jonathan Creek episodes, but weariness (But why, I haven’t done much today?) took over and I turned off the set and box and was soon away dreaming.
0005hrs (Although I didn’t realise this at the time, Hehe!): Woke wide awake, Duodenal Donald still stinging away. Not realising how early it was, I got up, made a brew and wondered why there were no demands coming for a wee-wee.
Did the Health Checks. The Sys was still far too high. However, the weight was down again.
I remembered to do the temperature checks in the right way though. Waited until the LO sign came on, under the arm on the skin, set the timer for a minute and got the reading. I even heard the beeps. That was because it was so early and no other noises, I had a new battery in the one working hearing aid and had contorted my head down to as near to the armpit as I could. This cracked the neck and I now have another pain to contend with. Humph!
I spent ages searching for the wrist alarm. Panic and confusion almost turned into a frenzy as I ran around getting ever more desperate in my failed efforts to locate it. Almost at the point of giving up and feared to have to tell Warden Deana later, the brain clicked in, and I recalled that yesterday at the Surgery, I realised I’d gone out with the wristlet still on the arm and had put it in my jacket pocket; where I found it after I’d delved into and found it! Phew!
Got the computer on to do the diaries and found an email from the Doctors new receptionist informing me of the change in Warfarin dosages. Glad to see they have booked me in for next Tuesday, instead of leaving it for four weeks this time. The doses had increased.
I should get the official Anticoagulant Therapy Record notification in a day or so in the mail. I did not get the level reading in the email but suspect it is a bit low. I thought it odd when I cut my head that it didn’t seem to bleed much the other day.
This got me thinking about the high BP Sys. So I looked on the web before I took the morning medications, to confirm that it is the Ramipril tablets that I’m taking for the BP, and took an extra one, along with an extra painkiller, then rubbed some pain gel on the neck and digested the tablet with another mug of tea. Had several good swigs of the antacid medicine, although I know it has little effect on Duodenal Donald’s exploits. Not sure if I’ve done right. Ah-well!
I then had another search to find the card with the addresses on it that the nurse had given me yesterday so I could go to the NHS sites. Another kerfuffle, but I found in the end that I’d put it back in the plastic envelope with the other paperwork! The tea had gone cold again, so made another mug and had a look on the websites.
Got the three addresses and stored them on the Bookmarks. After I’ve spoken with the doctor on Thursday, they will be ready to use.
The tea had gone cold again, made another and found the milk had gone off.
Finished yesterday’s diary, then started this one.
Did some graphicalisationing. For hours and hours, kept my off the worries a bit. Here are some of the 22 TFZer ones. I titled the album on Facebook ‘Can I give you a lift Madam’
Hope they get the funny side and like them.
The weather outside looked glorious.
I pressed on with the graphicalisationing further.
Duodenal Donald keeps persisting to annoy and hassle me, though.
I got some mail, three junk and the Anticoagulation Results. (By gum that was quick coming). It was what I expected. far too low, in fact only 1.6, second lowest it’s ever been.
Last time it was this low, they sent the district nurses to make sure the injections were done correctly.
This time I have no supplies left anyway.
And I did love having the nurses call on me and woman-handle me. Hehehe!
Tired now, I’ve been up for 15-16 hours.
Forced me off the computer, and laid out the meal in readiness, then I nearly got the ablutions tended to… But:
As I got the meal laid out, I remembered that I had not done the Facebooking or second session on the WordPress reading. So I wrapped the meal in foil to keep it a bit fresher.
The weather took a disturbing turn then. Caught me in the reflection.
Back onto the computer and did some Facebooking for a while.
Blimey, 106 notifications!
I investigated. Most were likes for the new TFZer series, which is very nice.
Eventually got around to doing the ablutions, very late on.
Then got to eat the meal, fighting not to fall asleep as I did so. Very disappointed with it, though. The meat was stringy, the potatoes overcooked, the mini pie stale, the onions too hot and soft… but the tomatoes, beetroot and cheese were okay.
Depression descended on me as I watched the gogglebox, and I was soon going through nod-offs and waking up moments. I think it was like that all through the night.
Stirred at 0255hrs, Duodenal Donald giving me a lot of hassle and pain this morning.
I think I have only myself to blame perhaps; The overly seasoned beef in black bean sauce dinner from last night?As lovely as it tasted,
As beautiful as it tasted, I will resist this temptation in the future!
Out of the £300 second-hand-surely ready-to-clonk-out recliner and to the throne. The Senna taking seems to have eased things at last. I almost sang with joy at the lack of struggle and pain. Hehe! Little Inchy had been flowing a bit and needed corrective attention from the Betamethasone cream and cleaning up. But I could tell from experience, I was to suffer badly with both Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna – when this happens together, concentration goes on holiday. Remembered I need to go to the bank to investigate the farce over the transfer of account situation. Maybe today, Lisa the manager will actually talk to me?
Found a scribbled note presumably about a dream – but could make no sense of it at all and had no memories, although I could recall one I had early last night, the one I wrote about in yesterday’s post, that was completed as my next job. The readable bits of the pencil written script was: Hill high…. stethoscope (I think), canal… towering above… flying swooping?
0445hrs: Computer activated after finishing Monday’s off, I started this one. Did some photography doctoring to use later. Then the internet connection started going off intermittently. I wished that Duodenal Donald, who was becoming very active and persistent would do the same.
Into the kitchen to take the medications and an extra few swigs of antacid in possibly a vain hope of easing the ulcer pain. Then did the Health Checks:
Sys 162 – Dia 76 – Pulse 75 – Temp 38.7 – the weighing indicated another rise.
Oh dearie me!
Had to take another swig of the antacid medicine and pondered on whether I should risk taking an extra Omeprazole, as the medicine was cutting it with the pain.
I stood looking out of the window seeking inspiration in making my choice. Later I used the W-T option and tried to take a view of the same area, this is how the photos came out:
I think I read somewhere that Omeprazole had a side effect of diarrhoea? With things loosening up so much in that department this morning, I found myself in a quandary.If I do take an extra capsule it night prove a nocive decision, it I don’t take one, I’ll be in too much pain all day with the other ailments
If I do take an extra capsule it night prove a nocive decision, if I don’t take one, I’ll be in too much pain all day with the other ailments (Anne Gyna and Roger Reflux)playing up as well. On the other hand, I might get the runs badly… then again, it might make no difference at all? Bumfuzzled my brain now!
Eventually, Duodenal Donald himself made it up for me, with a super-mega stab of pain, followed by a Donald Dizzy spell. I decided to take an extra one and another Codeine.
I decided to take an extra Omeprazole as well as and another Codeine. Just to keep himself noticed with all the ailments clambering for attention, Arthur Itis decided to have a go at the fingers as I took this photographicalisation and dropped the tablets. Luckily falling into the draw where I could retrieve them this time.
This is not going to be a good day medically speaking (I’m quick on picking these things up yer know, Hehehe).
The thought of the visit to the bank to talk to the elusive Lisa didn’t help in the clarity of logic department. Yes, I like that, I might refer to her like this: Elusive Lisa in future?
For I fear they might be more occasions to write about in this banking farce! (Getting myself wound up now, Tsk!)
Completed belatedly updating last week’s Check List.
Made another mug of tea, and pressed on with this update. The mind in a Zwodder-like state.
Did some WordPress Reading.
Then onto Facebook. Made a graphic of Pixie Mary Frieberg on the TFZer site, as she won the ball competition. I put her near the actual photograph of the implement on the table – a real Disney Angel.
Well all of them got it right actually, but Mary was first in with her bid, bless her cotton socks.
Got the ablutions tended to. Got the bank details, empty jars for the recycling bin and some painkillers in the bag. And set off to the bank and get some bread.
No one about at all, not a soul did I see in or outside the flats and Chestnut Grove… Eerie that.
Dropped the jars in the bin and down Winchester Street, across Mansfield Road and into the bank.
Fell in love with little daisies on the verge.
Inside the bank, there were about six in the standing queue, three staff serving including the Manageress Lisa. I patiently took my place at the end of it. And Lisa was still ignoring me with natural aplomb and what must be a well trained and practised, honed skill.
I had to explain everything from the start again to the young good looking fit man servicing me. Jealous? Me? He said something I didn’t catch and went into the back of the building. A few minutes later, with the customers in the queue behind me tutting and sneering in my direction, he returned and told me an advisor needs to talk to me.
Hello, I thought to myself! I was instructed to stand at the back, and she would come and fetch me. So I did.
The lady appeared within seconds and escorted me into an office and asked me to sit down – I explained it was better if I didn’t, Arthur Itis playing up, and she professionally shot me look that said: “Huh, another old fart!” It was quick, but I caught it alright. Hehe!
She explained that the Co-op had put a block on the transfer because it had taken so long. I asked her who’s fault is it that it took so long – I got another shudderingly frightening look from her, this one said: “Who the hell do you think you are!” to me. I got in with my rapid verbals: “Your bank failing to check the postcode on the I.D. from the State Pension people who I admit were also in the wrong?” I suggested before she could speak.
A pregnant pause followed. The lady recovered. Ignoring what I had said completely, told me she would ring her head office for advice on whether or not we need to start from scratch again. I was gobsmacked, especially when they told her that we did have to!
I started to make notes so as to be able to use them in this diary. She frowned and asked me if I wanted her to make notes for me? Not sure if this was genuine or sarcastic, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt. She lightened her tone and asked why I was making notes – I replied something like: “The memory isn’t as good as it once was you know – paused with my mouth open and added – I want to get the details right for my Trust Pilot Report” and offered a half cheeky smile. That worked, I could see she was perplexed by this.
I wondered to myself why I was being so short and annoying, not like me at all, thought it might be the extra pains today, took a codeine out and ate it, determined to try and win back her good side, in case I needed a loan later. So I adopted a broad smile and almost laughed, and this confused the Hitlerarian dear even more. Tsk! She wasn’t Hitlerarian at all, but I just like using the word. Hahaha! Sorry.
She set about redoing the application using the details and checking them with me from the first time. Asking me if the account at the other bank was overdrawn? I impressed her when I competently fibbed: “God heavens no, I’ve over a hundred grand in it!
I must stop annoying her and get her going I swore to myself again.
After a while on her computer, she told me that the account should be open and transferred 26th April, but don’t come to see us until the 27th. Then, as I was about to leave, she started the selling spiel: Come to see me after it is operational and I’ll see if we can offer insurances cheaper than the one’s you have now!
I exited into the sunshine and the wind then went to get a small loaf of bread and some meat to tonight,s meal. Sarnies only tonight, nothing spicy I said to myself.
No small loaves, only large, no belly pork so I got a Wiejska ring.
Walked up the hill, no bus for 55 minutes yet, so walked on up and down the hill and walked up the park back to the apartments.
A few dogs taking their owners for a walk and refusing to return the thrown ball.
I love watching them.
One Alsatian ran to me and stuck his head in my bag trying to get to the meat I suspect?
He was friendly enough and took his head out when I asked him to ‘Leave’. Haha!
Turning right at the top, I hobbled down through the beloved Copse. Thickening out well now.
The entrance was a mass of nettles blooming.
I wondered at this point, how does one make Nettle Wine?
I’ll look it up later perhaps.
Ambled down through the Copse and took a photograph facing the flats.It really was so beautiful in there.
It really was so beautiful in there. The smell alone makes it worth the trip.
Came out the bottom and trying to miss treading on the buttercups and daisies, I made my way to the foyer door.
Squirrels and birds very active around the area.
Up to home and had a wee-wee, but the bits away and made a cuppa.
Found a recipe for Nettle Wine.
Sounds too complicated for me to try, not got the room or gear anyway.
How do you measure nettle tops in pints, anyway?
Got the notes I made to help me update this diary.
Got up to here, and took the evening medication with spring water.
Made another mug of tea, then cleaned up the milk and fridge where I’d managed to drop the milk bottle when Arthur Itis decided to freeze the fingers on me. Humph!
At least Duodenal Donald had eased a bit. Mustn’t eat anything spicy tonight. Hope the Wiejska and bread will be alright. I could have had a drink of milk with it, but of course, I’d dropped and spilt most of it!
Had a bash on Facebook. Lost it. Got it back again. Lost it again… gave up and did some graphicationalisationing.
Got the din-dins done.
A salad of sorts. Went down nicely.
Had a Dennis Dizzy visitation when washing the pots.
To the porcelain throne thinking I was in need of a heavy duty session – but nothing, not even any wind? Well, there was plenty from Roger Reflux, but none from the rear-end. Hehe!
Tried to watch some TV, a Victoria Wood tribute and got only a few minutes into it before I drifted off.
Woke around 0400hrs, and lay thinking of the many dreams I’d had since the one about Rudolph Hess after midnight, without any luck, no details could be forced from my twisted and very confused this morning, brain. No note found, well, there was one, but I couldn’t read a word of the two lines I’d scribbled.
0445hrs: A headache lurked, and it was a cracker. I thought I might try to get off back to sleep, so I tried. I failed. I passed some wind and extracted myself from the £300 second-hand dangerously shuddering recliner, had a mini-dizzy as I hobbled to the porcelain throne, stubbing my toe on the way.
The heavy duty task at hand seem to make my headache worse? Little Inchy had bled a tiny bit, but Haemorrhoid Harold, having been in free-flow mood caused me to have to put the jammie bottoms in the bucket to soak. Humph!
Had a rinse and got the kettle on the boil.
Made a mug of strong tea and took the morning medications, along with an extra Codeine for the head and Senna for the stubborn heavy duty sessions.
Rubbed some of the pain gel into the left hand, the knees and under the arm.
Oil in the ears, made up next weeks medication pots and got the sphygmomanometer out and did the Health Checks.
Looks okay I think? Apart from the weight perhaps?
Many wee-wees had to be tended to this morning.
I suddenly had a thought (Impressive eh?). Are there any buses on duty tomorrow so I can get to the camera lesson, it being a holiday like?
I looked up the L9 service on the web. Botheration and damnation! A Sunday Service for all routes – which means no L9 buses at all! Another long hobble to face!
The tea had gone cold, so I made another mug and managed to drop the milk as I took it out of the fridge.
I blame Arthur Itis for this! Huh!
Did some WordPress reading. Some good stuff published today.
Went onto Facebook, fingers crossed… Slow, but working.
Emails sorted out. Tried again on the web to find out if buses are running tomorrow or not. Failed!
CorelDraw andittivated some graphics for the TFZer site;
Changing myself ready to get into the shower, I leant foolishly against the clothes air-dryer to keep my balance while stripping off the socks and it collapsed. Facilitating my ending up in an unseemly pile on the floor with my arm somehow threaded through the heating bars of the dryer. Disentangling myself was interesting. This started off Anne Gyna. The newly bent and misshaped heater seemed to be still working, though.Humph! I tried rebending some back into shape. I failed.
Decided to have the meal early today. Got the oven on and put the battered fishcakes in to warm up. Got the potatoes boiling away.
Watched a Carry-On film for a while on channel 10 Freeview.
Put the herbed tomato sauce in the pan and added the pasta thingies with mushrooms into it.
Laid it out with the Surimi fish whatsits and a banana and lemon yoghourt for afters.
Apart from the pasta things and sauce being overcooked, the potatoes undercooked, the fishcakes overcooked on too low heat, the banana having a black streak through it inside; the Lemon yoghourt was nice. Tsk!What a mess I made of this meal!
What a mess I made of this meal!
There were several Carry-On films on the same channel, and I tried to watch them, but only managed it with ‘Carry On Up the Khyber’. Nodding off sessions were rampant. Haha!
Wee-wee visits were made regularly throughout the day. Made me think about when I walk into town in the morning for the camera lesson. And will I get a bus back? I can’t walk both ways? The hobble will take about an hour and a quarter. Wee-wee containing might be a problem, I think.
Oligarch Obergruppenfureress Jenny called while I was on the porcelain throne before showering. Which normally I would not have heard, but I had to nip out to collect a fresh pair of protection undies and heard the mobile. She told me that there would be no need for anyone to change their address. I thanked her for informing me and avoided any forthcoming lectures and admonishments by telling the truth and told her I had to get back to the small room. I knew by mentioning my concerns over the renaming of the flats to any other tenant it would get back to her. She reminds me off Ena Sharples, caring but misunderstood. Bless her.
Now I have to face her on Wednesday next when the free fish & chip meal session takes place in Arnold. Or earlier if my cunning plans to avoid her fail.
Back into the wetroom and did the ablutions.
Back to the goggle-box and more Carry On films to fall asleep to.
Looking at the clock later, it seemed it was still only 1810hrs?
I realised an hour or so later when I again observed the clock and it was still indicating 1810hrs, that the battery had gone and died. (I’m quick ain’t I… Hehe!) Changed the battery in the clock and returned with a mug of orange juice to the £300 second-hand wobbly recliner and settled again. Spilling it as I sat down. Cleaned up the mess, and it was a good thing I had to as well.
As I went into the kitchen to get the cleaning accoutrements I saw that I’d left the ring on the stove burning hot. A bit of luck there! Took the medications.
Sorted the mess out and settled once again in the now sticky damp chair cover, I started to watch “It’ll be alright on the night 2” on the box. First commercial break and I drifted off into kip.
Woke around 0400hrs: So annoyed no notes or memories of the dreams I was sure I’d been having. Why one morning I can recall, or find notes I’d made about the dreams, and others, like today, nothing? Humph!
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, stomach churning and into the kitchen with the intention of getting some tummy medicine down me… of dear, another Whoopsiedangleplop – I’d left the damned hot water tap running all night again! A flipping good job I’d not left the plug in the sink at least! Humph!
Did the Health Checks, all looking good, apart from the weight back up again.
To the porcelain throne for a painful, heavy duty session. Haemorrhoid Harold had not been bleeding though, Little Inchy only a tad, but still sore.
Made a cuppa and took the medications, computer on and finished yesterday’s Chronicle off, then started this one.
Got the fodder started for later, potatoes on the boil.
Did some WordPress reading, and commenting?
Made another mug of tea and went on Facebook. After a while, the site went down again, no connection. Humph!
I just sneezed and me teeth nearly came out, and there are not false ones – blimey, my tummy felt like it was trying escape up through me throat!
The view was beautiful again this morning.
Made another mug of tea and set about doing some TFZer graphics, and got a few finished too. Heads swanks with pride!
Facebook still down.
Went to check the potatoes I’d put in salted water in the saucepan on the cooker three hours ago, but not turned it on! Clonk-humph!
Got the vegetables chopped, un-podded, cut and on the boil in the slow-cooker.
Turned on the potatoes (Belatedly, Tsk!)
Crock-pot contents, garden peas, turnip, leeks, carrots with a bit of demerara sugar added. Put some distilled vinegar in the potatoes.
Opened a tin of beef slices and added some homemade caramelised gravy and left them in the small saucepan to marinate while the slow-cooker did the other stuff.
At this stage, and this happened to me few times over the last few years, but this time it more aggressive: I passed the wind and sneezed at the same time. I had the chopping board in my hand at the time, it fell, bounced up and hit me in the shin, and I may have used some naughty words out loud. This started off Arthur Itis of course, and his Co-attacker Anne Gyna soon joined in, and they stayed with me. Huh!
Made another mug of tea (I’m hoping to get one drank sometime today!)
Tried Facebook again, no go!
Back onto Coreldraw and started another graphic. Got so far and realised I’d not done my ablutions, so I did.
All fresh now, I called Olive to see if or when I cold visit her. 1400hrs granted.
Back onto the computer, Facebook was jumpy but back on.
Posted the graphics to the TFZer site.
Getting readied to call on Olive, and the hand and fingers warped as I was putting the camera away, managed to take this photo of disfigured agony-ridden left hand using the right one.
Handy old thing ain’t I? Hehe!
Poddled to Olive’s flat and had an absolutely fantastic visitation.
She told me off repeatedly, but in her own Special caring way, bless her. Good long chinwag, a cuddle and I was off back to the mini-home.
Got the dinner ready, all looked okay.
The best one for a long time this was. Had to give it a 9.65/10 rating. Hehe!
Had a dizzy while washing the pots and a headache developed and stayed with me all night and into the morning??
Not a wink of sleep, no nod-offs; the brain just would not allow me to rest until gone 0200hrs when dreams kept waking me then! Recalled in one of them I was a famulus to dressed-like-wizard Rudolph Hess in a cave underground with him teaching me a trick, that I could not grasp involving a selection of different magic wands, I think? (From notes consulted in the early hours)
0404hrs: Woke, annoyed I could not recall the dreams, only that they were not nice.
Out of the nervous making rattling shuddering unstable £300 second-hand recliner. Kettle on. To the porcelain throne, painful and bloody passing again.
Made a mug of tea and took the morning medications.
Glad to see that I had left a note on the TV to remind me of the camera lesson at the Jessops store today.
Carried out the Health Checks, looking fine this time: Sys 145 – Dia 75 – Pulse 79 -Temperature 36.6 – Weight 14.8.
The computer activated and finalised yesterday’s diary and posted it.
Made a start on this one.
Did some Facebooking.
Got the ablutionisationing done and took the rubbish bags to the chute, and had time to update this a bit and do a little WordPressing before I had to go down to get the bus into town.
Jolly good chinwag with some of the other tenants in the lobby before we all tripped off to the bus stop.
I was the only one going on the town bus. Got the crossword book out, the Daily Sun one, which should have been easier for me to do, but the print is so small, thought I might have a look in the cheap book shop later to see if they any in bigger print in stock.
Got off the bus and walked over the road and went into Boot’s to see if they had any ear wax remover. This, because one hearing aid tube had perished. I was struggling to hear things and knew I had excessive wax, which I usually use the Olive oil to treat, but had foolishly missed doing so for a couple of days, and thought Boot’s remover would do the job quicker. Anway I thought, I’m going up to the Audio Centre after the camera lesson and can get new tubes and batteries. Then: Thud, it hit me! Another Whoopisedangleplop! I’d forgotten to take the Authorising Book with me – Gnaperplnkdam! So I could not get the things today!
Anyway, I investigated the supply and costs of the Eye Spray, thinking this might help with the difficulties I’m having reading the subtitles and programme details on the TV. The cheapest one was £18.99 for a 10ml spray. Too much! I did get an ear-wax remover though at £3.89.
Out of the Boot’s store and into Victoria Shopping (Mall) Centre and in the Market for a wander around, cause I had a plenty of time before the tutoring session.
Noted that they were erecting a nibbling for the juniors area.
Bet this is going to be mayhem later?
Hehehe!
Up the escalator and took this photo of the hanging in the air mannequins.
The market was not very busy again, but I espied some fresh pod peas on sale! Hurrah!
I asked the lady for a pound, and she asked if I was sure? Yes, I replied.
I realised what she meant when she asked me for £2.50! That’s, USD $3.20 – Aus $ 4.15 – Can $ 4.18 a pound! Blimus, worra price!
Limped out of the mall over the walkway above Upper Parliament Street taking this photographicalisation en route.
Down and into the Pound Shop and had a wander around.
Got some nibbles for the Social Hour on Thursday and some Dettol Orange scented spray.
The feet were getting painful, but I knew not why?
Meandered to the Jessop Camera Shop and eventually, an assistant asked what I wanted. Told her about the lesson and she said the man would be with me shortly, which he was. The bad news? The room was up three flights of stairs! The tootsies suffered, and Anne Gyna introduced herself into the equation. Tsk!
I must have looked poorly, because after five minutes the young chap asked if I was alright, and I wasn’t. He kindly offered to change the lesson to another day at no extra cost. Which was very welcome being as I apparently looked very pale he said, offering to call an ambulance. I thanked him and took him up on a new date when I should have the hearing aids sorted, and that would make things easier for me.
Within minutes of hobbling out of the store, I felt a lot better in myself. I wandered into a Sports Direct Shop, didn’t realise until I got in that it was for the younger generation, however, I did see they had some what they called, Everlast Crew Sweat thingamabobs on sale at 2 for £10.
They looked warm and comfortable, and they had them in XL too, so I invested in a couple.
It took that long at the pay-point I missed the bus back to the flats.as
So I took a painful hobble around the City Centre, to kill time until the next bus was due in.
On to Long Row, listened to some Street Artist banging out rubbish music and took the time to appreciate Nottingham’s most famous architect, Watson Fothergill.
I popped into the store in his building and bought a TV magazine for next week.
Fifteen minutes to go until the bus was due, I went into The Works bookshop and had a look around for some bigger print crossword books.
Managed to find some as well, and they were a good price… mind you the one’s I bought three months ago from there were too…
But can I find them? No!
Up Queen Street and to the bus stop. A bit of a kerfuffle here today. The bus stop is shared between three routes, and it is finely tuned to handle them all, so if anyone is late, they are all late because those behind cannot pull up to pick passengers and have to go around the block again. Although some drivers go passed them, not picking them up. Hehe! The L9 did today though he was well late by the time he pulled off. I am amazed at how they cope with it all.
Caught the bus, had to go out into the middle of the road along with other passengers, but we got it. Had a go at the old small print crosswords en route.
Back at the flats, an urgent, mark one, Defcon two wee-wee was tended to. Hahaha!
Got the potatoes boiling in the saucepan. Put the shirts and other things away and found the written note the Jessop’s lad had done for me with the date and time of the rearranged lesson on it… eventually. I thought it was in the bag, but no.
Finally, I found it in the coat pocket.
Recorded it in the Google Calendar.
Got this diary updated, made a mug of tea and took the evening medications, passed the wind and just made it to the porcelain throne in time… Phew! But far much worse was found… Little Inchy had been bleeding away, and the lesion was torn open as bad as it ever has been! I think this might put an end to the operation plans now? The cleansing and Betamethasone cream was applied, but I had to do it all again a few minutes later.
More extra washing to do now! Must get the mass of laundry done in the morning.
Carried on Chronicalisationing, then got the meal prepared.
Despite the aches and pains, bleeding Little Inchy and a dizzy spell or two, I enjoyed the meal.
So tired and drained, I only stayed awake for the first part of Heartbeat, going off into the dream-world at the first commercial break!
Struggle as I might have, I could just not get to sleep last night! Gone 0300hrs before I got off – then I woke up at 0540hrs, realising that the food delivery was due twixt 0600>0700hrs, and I was in need of the utilisation of the porcelain throne urgently!
Getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner I knocked over the part-drank mug of orange juice, swore and made my way to the wetroom. Haemorrhoid Harold bled a lot, and it was a painful effort, considered as to whether or not to take a Senna?
Doing the ablutions, the delivery arrived. Tsk! Only a small one, this time, put the stuff away and got the computer going and finished yesterday’s diary off.
Made a cuppa that went cold and did the graphics for this header, then checked the emails.
The different coloured sky this morning as the moon faded, was nice.
Started this post going, and realised I’d not taken the morning medications or done the health checks yet.
So I took them and a Senna too. (Now watch me get caught out when I hobble out to do the jobs… Oh Dear? Hehe!)
Checked the Google Diary for the things that needed doing today.
Humph! Don’t think I’ll get all of these done?
Wrote the list down on paper and put it in my pocket so as not to forget them when I do get out.
At least I can forget the prescription collecting, cause I did that on Saturday morning.
So I made a mug of tea and got the checks carried out.
I think they look okay now. A few odd day rises, and the weight is a bit concerning, especially as the fluid retention seems to have gone done a bit in the legs and a lot in the feet, the weight hasn’t? Otherwise, all looks good?
The weather forecast for today was so much colder than yesterday.
I’ll make sure I put my jumper and a warm hat on methinks.
Got some more emails come in: The Clinic has changed the appointment this week and gave me the operation date, 0730hrs Wed 13th July at the clinic, not in the hospital. Told me what to eat and not eat and to take in with me (Medications, paperwork), estimated to take only two hours, four hours observation then all being well I would be going home. Letter to follow. Excellent! No name on the email itself it must be a standard print-out.
Did some WordPressing and then some Facebooking. Posted the latest TFZer graphic.
Readied myself for the trip out to the bank first I think, then get Norman’s things. Now I have fewer tasks to carry out!
Rang Olive to see if it was alright for me to call on her on my way out, it was, so I did.
We had a jolly good chinwag for a good while. Kissed and I departed.
Walked down to Chestnut Walk and Winchester Hill, where I took this shot of some plants on the roadside. To the bank first. Because I had not taken the bank pin number with me, they could not tell me if the account had been activated?
To the bank first. Because I had not taken the bank pin number with me, they could not tell me if the account had been activated?
Depressed, I left and went to the Continental Food Store. Got a loaf, jar of mushrooms and some cooked belly pork with herbs.
Hobbled into Carrington and filled a prescription form in at the doctor’s surgery for someCodeine Phosphate tablets.
Then to the shop to get Norman’s bits of fodder.
Limped back into Sherwood and caught the bus up back to the flats.
Chinwag on the bus with other tenants.
Dropped the fish fingers and bread off at Norman’s flat. He thanked me and said he’s got the cleaners coming today, so no need for me to do any cleaning for him. He was in fine form, and this cheered me up.
To my apartment and found a book had been delivered. It was from the TFZ’s Andy in Canada, and much appreciated.
CorelDraw opened and started the next graphicationalisticalisation. (A cough!)
Hours later, I’d got it finished.
Got some oven chips heating up on the stove. Did the evening ablutions.
A fabulous selection of programmes I wanted to watch on the goggle-box picked out.
Made the herb pork sandwiches.
Got the oven chips out… and put some antiseptic cream on the newly burnt to the pattern of an oven rack shaped scar on the back of the right hand!
Hehehe! Tsk!
Served the meal up.
The oven chips, pork sarnies, seasoned baked beans and a pot of Greek Style yoghourt with added honey.
Excellent tasting fodder for this Monday night!
Rating it 9.43/10.
Got the pots into the sink in soak and nipped to the porcelain, somehow staying awake! One again, suddenly so tired.
Law & Order watched on the box, with the promise of the Underground Documentary, The Interceptors and another Interceptor programme on a different channel to watch and relish.
Only got as far as the first section of Law & Order and nodded off at the first set of commercials came on.
Spent hours waking and watching a few minutes of unknown programmes and repeating it again and again. Gave up around 2200hrs. Turned the box off and nodded into a dream filled kip that lasted until gone 0400hrs! Bliss!
