I stirred gently into life around 0550hrs. Amazed I could remember nothing of the dreams I knew I’d been having? Went to make a cuppa and take the medications, and found I’d not finished the washing up from last night. Naughty Boy!
Took a peek at the calendar for the week: Today: No INR blood tests due to it being a Bank Holiday. Tuesday: Launderette, shopping for fodder, Wednesday: Possible delivery of the Dyson cleaner upperer (Could be any day really) Thursday: Vote for the £60,000 a year Nottingham Police Crime Commissioner and then the Dentists for me canal work, Skin Cancer Clinic on Friday. Of course, if the haematology or cardiac appointments come through it could be fun if they clash with any of the things already arranged and the Nottingham City Homes give me an appointment for the bath/shower changeover, which they tell me will take three to four days to do… I’m all confused now…
Posted the Sunday diary off. Spent a few hours preparing some graphics for later use, posting the Out of Euro post, then made some early fodder.
The view from the kitchen window when the rain stopped.
I spent a while using the binoculars while the food was cooked. I still haven’t got them set up right yet, but bigger problems are lurking to worry about.
When will the Dyson be delivered and will I be in? Will it come while I’m at the laundry with BJ then doing the shopping tomorrow, or on Wednesday? (I expect not because I’ll be in all day Wednesday unless the 12-hour notice cardiac appointment comes meantime) Or on Thursday when I’m out Voting or at the dentist having the canal work done? Maybe Friday, when I’ll be out at the Skin Cancer Clinic for hours having tests and test-extractions? Why can’t I find a way to clean the hobs, on the electric cooker? Why has Little Inchy’s bleeding eased off so much? Why can… (Oh sorry, got carried away a bit there!)
The meal, mashed potatoes, petit pois and lamb steaks looked exquisite.
But it was crap! The potatoes too wet, the petit pois sourish tasting and as for the lamb steaks that did look inviting indeed:
Horrible! Tasteless! Dry!.
Best rating I could give it; 4.5/10.A bit of failure I’m afraid – no more lamb for me for a while until the memory of this dull, bland effort fades, at least.
Then I spent many hours doctoring the photographs that Duncan took and those of him I made for later use in CorelDraw X7 and CorelPaint X7. Far too much time as this prevented me getting any cleaning up done again. (Hehe!)
Fatigue kicked in, despite my not doing anything even remotely physical today, and I settled to watch the TV. I enjoyed the ‘Evening with Victoria Wood’, yet felt so sad at the same time.
That set my mind off wandering and pondering on so many relevant and unconnected things before I nodded off.
I woke around 2345 hrs, shaking and trembling for a few minutes (Dream?). And realised I’d not done any WC activity for hours now?
Caught a site of a lost love framed photograph, and pined a while.
Didn’t wake until gone 0600hrs, I reckon I must have gotten in seven hours kip! Mind you, I needed it. Duncan is coming on a visit today.
The ailments were very kind to me when I hobbled to the bathroom, Anne Gyna, Rea Flux, Arthur Itis and the dizzies were all in a good mood. Only Duo Denal and the new right arms pains were giving me any hassle.
Doing some yodelling to myself when I made a cuppa and took the medications. Nearly dropped the mug when the right arm twinged, Tsk!
Got the laptop going and checked the emails, then CorelDraw X8 on to do some graphicalisationing and updated Sat’s post and started this one off.
Duncan is coming twixt 0930 > 1030hrs, so I plan to be down in the lobby reading my book and keep an eye out for his arrival.
Got my ablutions done in plenty of time.
Met Duncan at the lobby door, so nice to see him again, a grand chap. Up to the flat and we had a cuppa, followed by a good long natter of mammoth proportions. Hours and hours of chinwagging, which I enjoyed and was grateful for, so very much.
I informed Duncan of the reading glasses that I had misplaced. Within seconds, he was doing a search for them.
Withing minutes he had found them and another pair I thought I’d never see again.
The man is a genius!
Dunc is so pleased he is now officially retired. He took some photo’s of me I could use later and he professionally posed for me to take some of him.
Walked with Duncan to his car. Waved him off on his journey back to Birmingham.
Leaving me feeling elated at his visit, but sad he had to go.
Started the lamb hotpot cooking away in the Crock-Pot.
Then I got on with updating this and checked the emails.
I was feeling a little fatigued but felt happier that I have done in a long time.
Had a meal, took the medications and fell asleep in the broken 1959 brown imitation E-Plan armchair.
I kept waking up, and on one of these occasions, from the chair through the glass balcony door where I had a view of the gravel footpath going from the flats up onto Woodthorpe Grange Park, I saw a chap collapse while walking down the hill near the bench. I rushed into the kitchen and looked through the binoculars. The chap was not moving, and I could see no one near him, so I rang for an ambulance, as doing so, a chap started walking up the path as the injured man stirred gingerly and got himself onto the bench.
Poor bloke had blood all over his nose and cheeks. I cancelled my emergency call.
Then the Samaritan walked him down the path.
I took these photographs and watched as they neared the bottom close to the flats.
In case it was someone from this court, I made my way down to the ground floor and foyer.
By the time I got down and out to have a look and see if I could assist, the injured chap was getting into a car and waving his thanks to the out of view helper.
I’d wanted to explain to the bloke, that I saw him collapse in slow motion almost, in case he’d thought he’s tripped and fell. Something other than tripping caused his falling down, thought this might be important in case it was a medical problem he didn’t realise that he had.
Back to the flat and broken chair, where the TV was still going and was soon off to kip.
Up at 0300hrs after a bad night for sleep. First thoughts were that my mate Duncan is coming to see me today. (Am email found later confirmed that he is coming tomorrow not today – Humph, I am a fool!)
The right arm, from the elbow down, was still giving me pain, so I rubbed in some of the pain gel again. The flesh, is disappearing from the arms too? Pity, I can’t transfer some of the excessive fat from my stomach and midriff region to the arms. Hehe!
I got the laptop on and checked the Emails. Some caring ones came in that made me feel a warmth inside.
Got on with doing a funny of sorts for WordPress.
Took me a few hours, but I enjoyed doing it like.
Posted it off and checked the emails again.
Gorra, a scrub-up, took the rubbish to the chute and gorron an L9 bus to town. Going to have a look at the easy chairs on offer in the city.
Dropped off the bus and cut through the busy Clumber Street, full of Street Entertainers, Big Issue Sellers, shoplifters and potential muggers on my way to the Bank on Exchange Walk.
The ATM was out of order, so I called in to ask the cashier for my balance figure to see if the house money had gone in yet.
Good news, it had. But it was less than I’d hoped for with all the extras I had to fork out for during the battle with the solicitor… Huh!
Then I hobbled to the John Lewis (Jessops) Store. Had a good look around the furniture section, but no chairs suitable, though. Went back down to look at the new Dyson V6 Vacuum cleaners without a lead to fall over and get entangle with. There were three models to choose from, the lady told me that the V6 Absolute was the strongest one, and let me use the display model. It breaks down quickly so I can use it to get to high places, or take the end off and use it by one hand, and it gets into the narrow areas. I pondered, and she told me it was on Special Price over the holiday period, £329.99 down from £369.99! I explained I’d have to come with someone else so they could carry it for me and she shot in verbally saying: “Delivery is free if you pay now.” I bought it. Asking when the delivery would be she said in the next five days. I explained I might be out at the Doctors or Dentists or Skin cancer unit. “If you’re not in, they will leave a form and contact number for you to use!”
I paid her the £329.99 on me card, thanked her and left.
Went out and over the road to the PC World to get a Multi-card reader if they had any.
After spending a rather long time searching for them, a member of staff asked if she could be of help. A rarity indeed in that place! So kind. She couldn’t find them, so she walked me to the other end of the store and asked another member of staff, who walked me back to the opposite end of the store, but couldn’t find them. Yet another member of staff was asked, walked me again to the front of the store and pointed them out on the shelves. I was losing interest now!
They had some in at £7.99, which was a lot less than the last one that failed to work cost me at Jessops camera shop, so I cheered up a bit. As I queued to pay for it, I noticed they had some of the same Dyson V6 Vacuum cleaners like the one I’d just bought and paid for at John Lewis’s, so I wondered back down the store to have a decker at them. Huh! They were on sale at £299.99, and I’d just paid £329.99 thinking I’d got a bargain. Gnash! Mind you, they would have charged for delivery I told myself.
Back up the store to make my exit, and I heard the staff exclaiming: “Blimey (Not the exact word used) look at the flipping (Not the exact word used again) rain!”
I tooketh a couple of photographicalisations of the sudden downpour from out of the stores doors.
Then when it stopped, I hobbled over and into Tesco and got some fodder.
Minced lamb, Minced Beef, Lamb Steaks and some Cream Eclairs fell into the basket while I was getting these. Ahem!
The rain had stopped and the sunshine came out again.
I resisted spending anymore, despite welcome but no doubt temporary bank balance increase.
As I left to make my way to the bus stop, another famous Nottingham Pavement Cyclists made an appearance.
A funny side to this today. The youth was on a tiny bike and he must have been well over six-foot and I had to laugh.
The good thing is, he heard me and looked back to scowl at me after he’d gone by – and nearly rode into the railings.
Made my day that did.
But I don’t think he was too happy about it. Hehehe!
Caught the last L9 back to the flats, thinking maybe I should have got some extra fodder in after all, cause being Bank Holiday. There are no buses running now, until Tuesday?
Fellow tenants from the 14th floor, Kathy and Frank got on the bus halfway there, and this cheered me up further cause we had a little chinwag en route.
On and off throughout the day, the new bother with the right arm/wrist/hand got a bit painful. Found if I twisted my right-hand inwards, the pain got worse?
Got in the flat (No falling asleep on the bus, this time, thanks to nattering with Kathy), WC’d, put the fodder away and got the Crock-pot going. Added the lamb mince to it and made a bit more veg gravy and added that too.
The bit of mince left I cooked in the saucepan for later.
Then, the weather suddenly turned nasty again.
A bit of a mixture, this time, rain and snow and sleet?
I went to make sure I’d locked the flat door and found a message hanging through the letter box I’d missed earlier.
Nervously I opened and read it. It was only from the NHS Circle Skin Cancer Unit at the Queens Medical Centre. The appointment for the growth to be examined. Friday 6 May 2016 at 1600hrs. Got a move on with that they did, bless em.
Went into the bathroom to find the heater and radio both switched on?
Maybe I could have left the heater on, I’ve done that a few times. But, I didn’t put the radio on this morning at all?
Poltergeist?
Got the laptop going again to update this twaddle. Added the hospital appointment to the Google Calendar.
Then went on Facebook.
Getting late for me now.
The little burn on the back of my hand is healing nicely.
Serves me right!
The hot-pot is looking and smelling good I hope Duncan will like it when he calls to see me tomorrow. He contacted me later, he’s the same as wot I am and doesn’t eat during the day. Still, it’ll be ready for me tomorrow night.
Got the bacon and tomatoes on for tonight.
As I looked at the photographs after taking the one of the meal, I realised they were in mono – another cock-up Whoopsiedangleplop from the Nottingham Pensioner!
Tsk!
I ate the fodder, having to force myself to eat the cream eclairs as well. (Fib detected?) The yoghourt had unfortunately gone off, Huh!
Made a right mess with the crumbs from the bread that I had to clean up.
Decided to settle and put the TV on, which doesn’t sound too much like a problem? I could not find the remote control thing. Repeated searches trying places I had done earlier, tested my sanity to its limits.
So, no TV tonight, I got the book ‘Voices from the Holocaust’ out for a reading session.
Went to make a cuppa later and returned to my Circa 1959 brown imitation leather armchair with the broken arms, and as I rounded the Ottoman I trod on the remote control!!!
I realised how I’d missed finding it earlier: The front key side as you see in the photo is light grey – it had fell ending up face down with the black back cover on it showing!
Well, that’s my excuse!
Tired but feeling less confused I soon nodded off, and slept to seven hours without waking at all!
I reckon I fell asleep early last night because I woke, thinking it was about 0600hrs at 0100hrs. Wide awake and needing to make use of the bathroom throne.
To the kitchen – Gawd it was cold! The winds coming in through the cupboards, kitchen window edges and the air vent making it very uncomfortable to be in the kitchen at all. The rain was hitting the glass with at a fair pace, I could hear the wind a-blowing too.
Made a brew, and as I got the laptop on, the mind started musing and it was confusing!
The fretting over the bathroom to shower conversion and related problems and costs.
Will FraserBrown get the finalisation of the house sale done?
Have I got all the medical appointments and cancellations down on the calendar correctly?
Will Duncan be alright driving in the wind and rain tomorrow on his visit?
What will the new Metastatic Melanoma skin cancer be treated in time?
Did I take last nights medications? (Don’t think I did, cause I fell asleep so early)
Why have I just taken the morning pills so soon?
How do I manage to leave the hot water tap running so often?
How will I survive without a bath or WC for three days when they fit the shower?
How come Rea Flux and Arthur Itis are being so kind to me while Anne Gyna and Duo Denal are being so bothersome?
How is it I always get in a muddle and end up bruising myself or someone else when I use the walking stick?
How come the right foot/ankle that has been twisted outwards for over two days, isn’t curved outwards this morning?
Why are my 1959 imitation brown leather armchair arms, breaking and sinking into the chair?
Does everyone know my funeral is already paid for via Age UK, at Baguley Funeral Parlour people?
Will Sister Jane be alright when she get her results from the hospital?
I must remember the dentist appointment next Wednesday!
Will things ever get better?
Why am I sat here thinking like this?…
Sad innit? Humph!
Set about finishing yesterday’s diary. Then started this one off.
Doing some Facebooking, I came across this photo on the SDHC card.
I’ve no idea when or why I took it, though.
I expect there was a reason? But I’m blown if I can remember what it was? Hehe!
Maybe I’d thought of something humorous about the colour of the cloth and mug being the same?Did a lot of Facebooking, being as I’d gotten up so early like, I got caught up nicely.
Did a lot of Facebooking, being as I’d gotten up so early like, I got caught up nicely. Checked the emails.
I’ll get an early bath this morning so I can get out to do some shopping for the things I keep forgetting to get. Made a list to take with me. Transferred the Winwood Social photo’s to a disc to take with me to get them developed at Asda.
Set off and caught the bus to Arnold, friendly chinwag on the way to the bus-stop.
Then again with the gals at the bus-stop with the gals in the shelter and bitterly cold wind.
Dropped off in Arnold and straight into Asda (Walmart) and to the film unit, got the few photographs from the Social Hour done, I made two copies of those with two in the photo, so they could individually have one each.
Got some bits from the store, bread and desserts and did a bit of counter shopping. Remembered to collect the photographs!
Walked over to the Fulton Food Store and nosed around a bit. Got some Chestnut mushrooms. Then to the bus-stop and back to the flats. Fighting the urge to fall asleep all the way. (Again, Hehe!)
Once in the apartment and having visited the WC, fatigue dawned again, thoroughly drained. So I got a simple meal prepared, Curried baked beans and sausages from the freezer.
Had it with some bread, but felt so tired I nearly fell asleep eating it!
Still nice, though, rated this one at a fair 8.9/10.
The rest of the day was dozes, nodding offs and heavy eyelids.
Drifted off proper thinking of, and looking forward to Duncan visiting tomorrow.
I woke at 0250hrs, annoyed at not recall the dream I’d been having at all. Sniffling and runny nose, but the rumbling tummy was far easier this morning.
Made a cuppa and started the routine of trips for a wee-wee for the day.
The stomach started churning after the first visit to the porcelain. Took the medications, Little Inchy bleeding just a tad, Haem Aroid, Arthur Itis and Duo Denal being kind to me, of my regular ailments only Anne Gyna was playing up. I expect that is most likely due to me worrying about the upcoming visit later on, to the sole-destroying FraserBrown Solicitors at their head office with Age UKs Steve about the house sale. Around ten months now since I accepted the buyer’s offer, and Steve keeps stopping me from cancelling and putting it on the market again? Surely it must go through soon?
I got the nibbles ready in the bag for the tenants meeting and put the FraserBrown paperwork folder in too.
Flipping cold again this morning. Did the BP checks:
Temp 36.5 – Sys 142 – Dia 75 Pulse 71. Googled the results. Resulting comments:Indicates Stage 1 Hypertension, which means the force of the blood pressure in your arteries is higher than normal, putting you at increased risk of life-threatening problems such as heart attacks and stroke. Blood pressure in this range can also damage organs such as the heart and the kidneys, especially in people who already have chronic medical problems affecting these parts of the body. If you’re already being treated for hypertension, and your blood pressure is in this range, you may need to have your medications adjusted.
Cheered me no end that. I’d send this to Age UKs Steve to get him more interested in solving the problems with the house sale that might be causing it in the first place, but he has kept his new email address to himself. Tsk!
Lucidity and the application of logic appear to be absent from my muddled brain today. To aid my recovery, I searched for some new or rather old and rare words to use.
Got a good bath and readied the things for the Social Hour session. BJ and William were both in good form.
A few more attended this week, all seemed to have a really jolly time. I reminded some of them there was no meeting next week.
Due to the Euro Referendum Voting taking place. Handed out some nibbles for them. William won three raffle prizes, Eddie won two, BJ won one, I didn’t win any. Hey-ho!
BJ gave me a lift into Friar Lane in Nottingham, where the Boots Optician and FraserBrown were located. Kind of him.I went into the Opticians
I went into the Opticians, and selected the frames and paid my dues to them. Using the machine to pay, I put in the number twice and it rejected it? I was of course not sure if it was the correct one, or if I’d keyed it in wrong? Oh dear! The lady put the card number in and it accepted that. £120 more quid gone.
Out and over the Maid Marion Way to meet Steve Age UK, timing it well as it happens, it was ten to twelve. No sign of Steve, so I went in and asked if he was inside, no, so I went out to keep an eye on for his arrival. He arrived a few minutes later and we met in a room with the solicitor. She spoke a lot but I could not make out what she was sometimes saying, but Steve indicated things were alright. I was not feeling too good at this stage, Anne Gyna playing up.
The ‘opposition’ solicitor arrived and I signed the form about their query over the land on the gable end at the prompting of Steve.
Minutes late we were outside and walked into Slab Square.
Steve left me to get some grub, and I went to the bank to get some guidance on the bank card situation at the opticians earlier.
He watched me use the cash dispenser and it accepted the number okay. I then asked him if they could advise me when the reduced money from the house sale goes into my bank account. He said now, I’ll have to use an ATM and request a balance figure. I thanked him very much, gave him a dark, sneery look a best as I could manage and departed.
Walked around for a while waiting for the bus to arrive in twenty minutes or so.up the busy Queen Street
Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on one of the Council’s free to use bikes was weaving merrily around the pedestrians, and was not overly pleased with the one-word expletive I shouted at him.
Then I hobbled up to the top of the busy Queen Street and waited for the L9 bus to arrive.
Five minutes later it did. I soon got myself ensconced at a window seat.
I just knew somehow, even as I settled, that I was going to have a bit of a battle to keep awake on this journey?
No cross-wording or reading of my book, tiredness overtook me.
I nodded off a few times en route but felt proud as the bus approached the Woodthorpe Flats stop and I was awake at that point… How I managed to fall asleep withing seconds, remains a mystery, to me. I woke up when the bus was pulling off, so got off at the next stop. Not too bad a Whoopsiedangleplop really.
I walked back and called at the Community Shed, but no one was in, so made my way to Woodthorpe Court, where Dean and Julie were doing the Fire Alarm Testing. Gave them each a nibble, and got up to the flat post haste to use the WC.
I felt a little anile as I limped wearily around my flat getting the fodder ready. Lackadaisicalness, seemed to be attacking me? Anne Gyna persisted and the right foot/ankle was bent out like never before. I’m going to pot I expect – Haha!
Got the lamb casserole in the oven cooking.
Got the laptop going and updated this hogwash.
The fodder went down well.
I got the vegetable right tonight and enjoyed the nosh. Rated this one at a decent 8.9/10.
Cleaning up the pots was a bit of a farce, though: I dropped the bowl, which sprayed the soapy liquid over the floor and into the waste bin bag, bent down to sort it out and it took me so long to get back up… then dropped the flaming bleach bottle, managed to catch it before it hit the floor and split open, and cracked me right elbow on the corner of the open under-sink cupboard door! I think I might have sworn!
The plan to read my book proved unworkable due to my falling sleep and waking up around 2130hrs, thinking it was the morning?
Huh! However the following Whoopsiedangleplop was an interesting one:
Settled down after making a cuppa, nodded off and the tea spilt of over me lap and knees waking me jump again! I jerked up and knocked the picker-upper off the arm of the broken 1959 imitation brown leather chair I was ensconced in, that hit the walking stick at the side of it and the stick came down on the remote control and it shot it up in the air and landed on my right big toe, this made me jump and that started off Anne Gyna giving me bother.
I sat in astonishment.
Ah well, makes for a bit of interest I suppose? Hehe!
The one dream I could recall, was of me running about in caves being chased by variousbeasts, butI managed to fend them off with my walking stick?
I sprang awake around 0315hrs and immediately hobbled to get the laptop on and create a pathetic graphic of the dream. Enjoyed doing this one for some reason.
Had to nip a few times for a tinkle while doing it, and continued to limp back and forth to the porcelain for the rest of the day. Bladder bother maybe?
Made a cuppa, took the medications and titivated the kitchen.
Decided not to go out today, just in case Age UKs Steve rings about the house sale. Not that I’m confident that I’ll hear anything from him, he’s a busy lad. He’s withholding his email address from me too. Also reminded myself that I need to ring BJ later. (Far too early yet)
Started this diary off then finished yesterday’s and got it posted.
Doing a lot of drinking again today, no wonder I need to wee so often is it; there must be a connection?
Had a cracking dizzy spell while making yet another drink, nearly went over, had to sit for a while. Not right that, took far longer for me to recover than usual. Still, alright now, I know, I’ll take an extra Ramipril.
Decided to do the BP and got 150/70, pulse 72 and temperature 35. The room thermometer read 58º.
I was so annoyed at myself because my mate Duncan (Robertson) had given me a guide for what the readings should be, and I couldn’t find it? I just know I’d put it somewhere safe, Humph! Mind you; I must admit to not using the BP machine for a while, and it took me ages to find that. Huh!
I did a search on Google: “bp 150/70” and the first item up was the one above? A bit worried now.
So I did another search; “Temperature for 70-year-old male” I couldn’t find any temps related specifically to older men and got confused with what I did read on different sites. One site suggested ordinary people should have a 98º temperature, mine being 57º this morning caused more worry?
All this, and I felt so good yesterday?
I’ll ask the nurse on my next visit if I remember.
Oh, marvellous, now the Reflux Valve is giving me some gip! Tsk!
Went to make another hot drink, and I noticed frost on the grass outside.
No wonder the temperature is so low in the kitchen is it?
Can you spot the wildlife in the photo? It’s only tiny, but it is there. Hehe!
I then got on with doing some more graphicalisationing for the TFZ site in between the blowing of the nose and sneezing.
Well that went well, the Coreldraw froze and I lost the work! Gnash gnash!
0819hrs: Steve Age UK rang, he’d left a voice message yesterday telling me to ring him, despite his knowing I can’t hear the voicemails. The damnable obstructive buyer of the house, now wants me so sign something else about the access to the house with her and my solicitors. Arranged to meet Steve at the lawyer’s office Thursday at 1200hrs.
Now I can get out and do some shopping – must have a bath and do my ablutions first, though. All done, titivated me up, wrapped up warm and set out to get the bus. Called in on Olive to see if she wanted anything bringing back, she didn’t, but her cleaners were in working, and they said although I’ll have to pay, they could arrange to do me once a week and will work out a price for me. Mmm?
Down to the bus-stop, having a natter with other tenants as we waited. Caught the L9 bus outward bound and dropped off in Arnold. Called in the Fulton Food Shop, they had some tinned potatoes and garden peas on offer, along with the lamb shanks in mint and rosemary gravy, boil-in-the-bag at only £2.99, so I got a box.
Outside and limped over to Asda and went in, to muse, hobble and shop some more. Irish Batch Bread, Panini Rolls (To soak up the gravy in today’s lamb shank Crock-Pot Casserole), Tomato puree, Bisto caramelised and Lamb granules, a pack of ready cubed carrots and swede, a bag of baby carrots, red onion, four Marmite Cashew nuts, lemon desserts and a turnip.
Well loaded, I caught a bus back to Sherwood and walked back to the flats up through Woodthorpe Grange Park. Nearly got caught by a Sherwood Pavement Cyclist as shot by close to me and at great speed! Humph!
Stopping en route to watch the dogs and owners having fun wagging their tails. (The dogs that were, not the owners!)
Up to the top and right down the gravel path, I had to stop to catch me breathe.
The tinned potatoes, petit pois and carrots that were the problem.
Off again in a couple of minutes.
Down the path and to the Community Shed, but no one was in. As I came out Dean was on her way back to the hut, so I had a quick natter with her. Explained about the cancelled appointments and new appointments being made at short notice also the solicitors meeting and my concern about the shower being done and my being there for it over the three/four days it will take? She told me to inform her when I get the letter from the Repair Team. I thanked her and went up to the flats 12th floor, and called to see Olive, as I had bought her a pack of ready cubed Carrots & Swede for her Crock-Pot casseroles.
To the flat and put the vegetables back on, and the lamb shank on a slow simmer in the saucepan.
Kept checking them regularly while on the laptop updating this and going on Facebook for the TFZ site. On one visit, I stirred the Crock-Pot vegetables and cleaned the wooden spoon as I felt an urgent message via the bladder, to attend the bathroom.
The weather turned only momentarily to snow!
Returned to the laptop and did some more on it, then after half an hour or so, went to check the cooking again… to find I’d left the hot tap running! No hot water to clean up when I do get the fodder. Tsk!
I phoned BJ to see if he was alright again. No answer, but he rang back later. All okay. It was me who got it wrong about the laundry, it is next week. Fancy me getting confused! (Ah-hem) He’s coming to the Social hour tomorrow. Looking forward to that I am.
Put away the fodder purchased after taking this photographicalisation of it.Then I did an email and sent it to the doctors surgery to book my next INR blood test. Waiting for reply.
Then I did an email and sent it to the doctors surgery to book my next INR blood test. Waiting for reply.
I put the Batch Bread in the freezer… trapping my finger in the between the draws as I closed them.
Set about getting the nosh ready for consuming.
The minted lamb shank in gravy was tiny, you could hardly see it in this photograph. Hehe! But tasted so sweet.
I ate it all along with all four of the small panini cobs.
A veritable feast! Not wishing to sound like an aretaloger, but I got the whole thing done to perfection, the vegetables, the gravy and the lamb. Top Rating I think for any of me meals? 9.55/10. Fair enough, it was trial and error and I may never get any meal cooked as well again, I have learnt that when doing Lamb, Rosemary and mint go well together as part of the seasoning.
It turned cold suddenly and I put the dressing gown and woolly cap on.
Watched some Rumpole of the Bailey episodes and enjoyed the first two, on the third I fell asleep so often, I gave up and got me head down in the 1959 imitation leather brown E-plan arm chair with the broken arms and feet. Hehe!
But then couldn’t nod off, humph! So I sat musing and fretting over the upcoming meeting tomorrow with Steve Age UK and FraserBrown the imitation solicitors and what hassle will prevent itself this time?
0255hrs: With a jolt I sprang awake. All I could recall about the dream I was having, was fire, a talking gargoyle and confusion. I took to the gargoyle and we chatted in the inferno about many different things before he ate me?
I sat there in my broken 1959 imitation brown leather G-plan armchair and checked out the lower regions: Only a few specks of blood, so a good start to the day I thought.
Managed to remember that BJ was going to ring me yesterday about lifting me to the launderette this morning, I couldn’t remember him doing so?.
Spent a while thinking of the man from the Council (Benjamin) had told me yesterday about the bathroom conversion. The actual shower area will be minuscule, not that it could be anything else with the tiny bathroom in the first place. The thought of going four days without a toilet and sink caused me some consternation about how to overcome the difficulty?
Eventually, I stirred myself and went to the porcelain then made a cup of tea and took the medications. Got the laptop on and did the graphic about the dream while it was freshish in my mind. I wondered if Steve Age UK might call me today if he’s heard anything about the house sale from FraserBrown the comical, expensive and uncaring solicitors yet like they said they would?
As I made another brew, I realised that Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were both in a good mood this morning and not giving me much bother at all. It was time for Rea Flux to have a go at me, and he was having fun with me. Tsk!
The incredibly annoying Virgin Internet connection keeps going down at the moment, Huh and Humph
I took a bath and waited for BJ to ring, but he didn’t, so I rang him, but no reply.
Decided to go for a walk into Arnold, and feed the ducks on the way at Arno Hill Park.
Great steady walk, and got some beautiful photographs, it was just grand!
So many new types of wild fowl at Arno Hill Park pond today.
The flowers in this photograph were found on the Bupa Hospital property on the top of the edge of the wall on Mansfield Road on my hobble to Arnold.
The best find was this colourful duck, I think it is called a Mandarin?
Apart from the Canada Geese that bullied the smaller breeds to get to the food I fed them.
I was very impressed with how all the others ducks and fowls got on so well with each other and the pigeons too.
A wonderful hobble out today.
As I walked out and towards the bus-stop, the high spirits evaporated as the worries returned. I’d heard nothing from Steve Age UK or FraserBrown the lying solicitors about the sale of the house progressing, Steve and the lawyer said at the last meeting that arrangements would be made for a meeting Wednesday this week, but I’ve heard nothing from either, fancy that. Deja Vu?
I must try again to contact BJ, who didn’t arrive this morning as he said he would, I hope he’s not got any bother or is poorly.
Caught the bus back to the flats. The wind was getting up.Got
Laptop on updated this tosh.
Got the nosh prepared and cooking.
Fretting over things again, so I delved into the DVD shelves and selected a ‘Rumpole of the Bailey’ DVD to watch and immerse myself into.
The fodder was baked potatoes, baked BBQ flavoured beans and the chicken discs in crispy batter.
Some bread thins and a lemon dessert to follow.
It was awesome, apart from I’d overcooked the chicken thingies a bit.
Still gave it a 9/10 rating.
To the porcelain, the bladder was a little overactive.
Back to the DVD and wallowed in nostalgia, managing to forget my worries for a bit.
I did nod off for an hour or so, but now I’ve worked out how the remote thingy works, no problem.
Woke again around 0630 hrs, started to recall a bit of a dream – when the sickening sensation of warmth and wetness made itself known from my lower regions.
Carefully pulled myself out of the broken 1959 imitation brown leather G-plan armchair to go to the bathroom to tend to Little Inchies bleeding lesion and didn’t realise I’d still got the headphones on.
Whoopsiedangleplop number one of the day started early this Monday didn’t I?
Bending down to pick the stuff up only made Little Inchy bleed again. Tsk!
Still, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Haem Aroid were not giving me any bother.
Did my medicationalising and ablutionisationing, made a cuppa, then took the medications, and got the laptop on to update this.
Got a call from the Nottingham City Homes people, they want to call and talk about the bathroom being changed into a shower. Checked the diary and agreed to be back at 1300hrs to meet Benjamin.
So, Doctor at 1000hrs, the nurse INR test at 1015hrs, then back ASAP to meet the NCH chap at the flat.
Got the hearing aids reassembled after cleaning and decoking, got my list and paperwork for the surgery and notes to remember to tell Dr Vindla.
Took the rubbish bags to the chute. Set off around 0915 hours to walk to the surgery.
Not a bad morning weather wise and only the hills bothered me en route.
Arrived at the surgery in plenty of time. Took a seat and did some cross-wording. Dr Vindla called me in and gave me a cheery welcome, saying “Well, what is it now” with a smile on her face. I do love her.
She took a look through some microscope thing at the spot on me face. After a while, he told me it is a different type of skin cancer to the ones I’ve got already and may need sorting straight away when I get to the appointment at the Skin-Melanoma Clinic at the Queens Medical Centre. He tried to book it there and then, but the system would not allow her to, so she told me to book online as soon as I get home She printed out the details and highlighted the things that I’ll need when booking it. Booking reference number, password, and email address.
We then moved onto the problem of Little Inchy bleeding. She is to consult with some department and will get back in touch to give me their decision on the next move.
Then she made a prescription for some more Daktacort Corticoid cream, Codeine Phosphate painkillers and Magnesium Sulphate Injection packs and Warfarin Tablets, and sent it through the ether to the chemist for me.
We discussed the dizzy spells, and she thought the new medications for the injections might help.
I thanked her and she reminded me I had to see the nurse later for the INR blood test and to return to the waiting room. As I left the door, the nurse was there and beckoned me to follow her into the treatment room. I got the lovely lady nurse as opposed to the Obergruppenfurher like one again today, lucky me.
She took the blood and had a bit more bother in stopping it bleeding afterwards than usual. She asked me how I was and about the house sale, bless her.
Handed her the nibble bag. Then off to the chemists to pick up the prescriptions, then into Lidl to get some fodder in.
Caught the bus into Sherwood and then the L8 bus back up the hill to the flats. Offered some nibbles to my fellow tenants on the bus.
Once in the apartment, I put away the extra medications and food I’d bought earlier on.
To the bathroom for a wee-wee and doctor Little Inchy up, cleaning and applying the Daktacort cream.
Laptop on and updated this load of inconsequentialness.
Whoopsidangleplop number two of the day. Then started preparing the vegetables for the Crock-Pot. No cutting off my finger/thumb or any other bodily parts today either, however, when slicing the parsnips up, a bit shot off the counter and has never been seen since?
Benjamin from Nottingham City Homes arrived and was fascinated by the view from the kitchen window and wanted to take a photograph, he did. Then I handed him the binoculars so he could see the motorway on the horizon.
He gave me an A4 sheet with the details of what will take place and the hassle involved. 4 days without a shower or bath, redecorating and tiling at my expense and own arrangements, WC and toilet to be removed and reinstalled later and many more things, but he did not give me a copy to keep for myself. Huh! Nice enough sort of chap, though.
The Crock-Pot on, I made another cuppa and once more updated this illuminating diary.
Rang Sister Jane to update her on the Dentist time change and the Blood Cancer appointment that is due shortly. Kept stirring the Crock-pot.
So, it was slow cooker cooked seasoned vegetables: swede, parsnips, carrots, turnips, pea, red peppers, red and white onions and mushrooms in a beef flavoured (Salt, vinegar, rosemary, basil, Bovril, tomato puree, mixed spice) Gravy and the two cobs, to soak up the juices. A beef slice and all this made the meal get a rating of 9.33/10. The cleaning up afterwards took ages.
Not more bleeding from Haem Aroid, and only a the tiniest drop from Little Inchy.
Managed to get off to sleep a bit easier too tonight.
Waking at 0325hrs, the bladder and Little Inchy needing attention, I made my way without any hassle from Arthur Itis to the bathroom and responded to their needs.
While doing so, a bit of a dream came back to me. I was in charge it seemed, in a vast emporium of Roman looking senators. They all wanted to invent water taps and give them to the proletariat? We all appeared to know about them somehow? I argued against them because it would cause the masses to start washing and thought this would lead to Waterhea disease, whatever that is or might be, and cause a shortage of water for the Mallard ducks? That’s all I could recall, another odd one.
Washed the things I’d left soaking in the sink and I stood looking out of the window at the lights as they were twinkling away and pondered on life for a few seconds.
Then gave up! Hehe!
Brewed a cup of char and took the medications while I thought of it.
Got the laptop going, despite the Virgin Internet Connection not being too keen on the idea again (Huh!). Checked the emails to see if the Queen or Cameron had got in touch.
Made a start again on the post about the past. It took me another four hours to get done and posted.
Got the nosh started early: NZ Leg of lamb steaks, roasted swede, parsnips, turnips, onions, carrots and green beans, boiling some potatoes and mushrooms to add to it.
Set about cleaning the fridge, Whoopsiedangleplop! I dropped a jar of beetroot on the floor and got juice and beetroot all over the place. Took me longer to clean this up than it did to clean the fridge, Tsk!
Fatigue hit me out of the blue again, and Little Inchy started pouring out blood from his poor lesion.
The roast vegetables got a bit burnt, but the other stuff was okay.
The lamb was excellent.
Rated this one a 9.33/10 and ate it all up like a good little pensioner.
Back in the bathroom to sort out Little Inchy (Painfully, hehe).
Settled down to watch a DVD without falling asleep as I would normally expect.
Tried reading one of the books eventually, that did it. Managed to nod off around 0100hrs.
Woke around 0300hrs, and flipping heck, I could feel the warm wet sensation that Little Inchies lesion had released.
On this day in 1878, The Victorians eased the rules for those convicted and sentenced to Hard Labour within the penal system of England.
Saturday 23 April 2016
I awoke after an hour and a half of sleep but felt so much better than yesterday, when the sudden attack of lethargy and torpidness hit me. The body showed no signs of complaints when I visited the throne in the bathroom, even Heam Aroid and Little Inchy were showing no signs of bleeding!
Got the kettle on and loved the view through the kitchen window.
The Reflux Valve started sticking open and giving me continuous belching to the point of pain for ages. Most annoying.
Then made a brew and took the morning medications, then got the laptop going, but the internet indicated that it was unavailable! Luckily it came on again, but it is very slow. Virgin Media my Arse, that Branson is a fibber about how good it is!
Back to the porcelain, still no bleeding I’m glad to say! The hiccuping and belching is getting even more vicious now, Humph!
Did some WordPressing then I checked the incoming Emails.
I started the ablutionisationing, and got myself and the things needed for a trip on the bus into the City Centre, to try and get some photographs of the St Georges day celebrations. Took the rubbish bags to the chute, on way down.
The first bus at the flats was not due until 1036hrs, so I walked up and through the park and caught a bus to town in Sherwood. The hiccups and belches stated again, pied by a bit pf sneezing? Tsk!
Dropped off the bus at the Victoria shopping centre (Mall).
Went into Tesco and spent some money on fodder, got a carrot, a parsnip, two lamb hotpots, a white and red onion, a turnip, Sopocka pork loin, tin of beans and three packs of Bread thins to go in the freezer for use later in the week.
I wandered up towards Derby Road and took a photo of the Theatre Royal over the road.
It shows the incredible sky/cloud formations and the usual Nottingham shoplifters and benefit claimants crossing the road against the traffic lights once again. Hehehe!
Not many folks out and about yet, perhaps they have to clear their hangovers first?
Of all the shops I passed, only the shops with any customers were the Payday Loan shop, The Money Shop, Everyday Loans and Quick Loans shop.
Sad really.
I turned down towards the Slab Square and the Council House.
Some celebrants were getting a few things
together for the parade later, and the Council House was displaying St Georges flag across the columns in front.
Very few people about here either, I was puzzled a bit.
Many barricades and fencing about, though. Ready for the parade when it starts.,
I was a little too early methinks.
So I hobbled down to have a look in the Marks & Spencer food hall.
I slipped the birds some seed.
there was a different Big Issue seller outside the M&S entrance door to the escalators down to their food hall.
I gave him a £2 coin and thought he was going to have a heart attack. He smiled and spoke, but all I could do back was grin in return as I could not understand a word he was saying. Must be a new incomer. But I was glad I cheered him up a bit.
They had some just baked and sliced Farmhouse loaves, so I treat myself to one, along with some plain yoghourts and fresh mushrooms that looked nice and clean.
As I came out and walked through the Slab Square, some of the display team were getting ready and trying out their uniforms and helmets.
My feet were aching badly, so I decided not to wait for the parade after all.
I’d go back and take some painkillers instead.
The bus was no due for a good while, so I circled the City block passing through Clumber Street.
I can’t remember there being so few shoplifters… I mean Nottinghamians around on this street before?
I wandered back up slowly towards the bus stop, taking a photo of some jewellery to post for the TFZ gals on the Facebook site.
Later, I doctored it adding the prices converted in USD$, Canadian $, Australian $ and Japanese Yen.
Just for a laugh and comparison to the British pound prices like.
I’ve no idea what the thing on the left at £389 is, a bracelet of some sort I assume.
Caught the bus and was soon back at the flat, but it could easily have been so different, I fell asleep on the bus and amazingly woke up just as it approached the apartments. Phew!
Got in and put the fodder away.
Got my shoes off, made a cuppa and took the medications with an extra painkiller.
I transferred the vegetables from the Crock-Pot to the saucepan and added some mushrooms to the mix, then put the beef slices into the oven, cleaned the Crock-pot and updated this while it cooked.
It came out alright.
In fact, I had to rate this one as a most impressive 9.33/10.
The Farmhouse sliced bread was lovely and flavoursome, but I fear the tummy may object later as it was so soft.
Took the medications and back on the laptop. The Virgin internet was running a bit jumpy and slow again.
I updated this and then closed it down and put on a TV DVD called Unforgotten. It starred Nicola Walker and Sanjeev Bhaskar.
I couldn’t remember buying this at all, but it (The disc and box) were wrapped in film and looked new?
I watched to episodes and was fascinated with the plot, despite my never having seen or hearing of the series before.
Cleverly written, and it had subtitles on it, which helped.
I then put on channel 24 on Freeview, ITV4, to watch one of my favourite movies, Space Cowboys. Unfortunately, I flaked out during the second batch of commercial adverts.
