Problems with the haemorrhoids this morning – took a while to stop em bleeding and they were giving out an oddly, different pain?
The reflux valve had calmed down nicely. Arthur Itis and Ann Gyna were behaving themselves too. Little Inchy not bleeding so much as recently either. Good!
Cleared up the washing in the kitchen. Made a cuppa.
WC’d again, then tidied up the kitchen a bit more.
Noticed the corner stand I sorted yesterday in the living room – I didn’t like what I’d done with it at all. Looked tatty and out-of-place somehow.
Another cuppa and took me medications. Laptop on, checked emails and finished diary for Saturday off.
Got a feeling that Duncan was calling to see me today. Or is it next Sunday? Memory man eh? Me? Huh!
Did some graphic creating to use later.
Got an email from Dunc, he was coming today – but he’s got a chance to meet and greet his new grand-son. I hope he has a great time. Be nice for him.
Spent far too long on the graphicalisationing, but got a few done and posted like.
Another cuppa and did some blogging.
Seasoned me tinned tomatoes ready for later to have with some bread and sausages.
Then got missen a good bath and changed and decided to do me laundry if a machine was free then I could have a walk though Woodthorpe Park to try and get some photographs of the wild life, I might try to get some of the animals as well as humans. Hehehe! while waiting for the washing to get done.
I set off, dropping me waste bags down the chute en-route to boot – Hehehe and got me washing in the machine and went for a walk to take some photographs in the park.
Perhaps if I’d remembered to put me SDHC card in the camera instead of leaving it in the laptop I would have had more luck in this mission?
Got back after me photographless walk and moved me washing into the drier. then set about a good session with me crossword book while I waited in the reception area.
Back up to the flat to find several more meat-flies in the kitchen? Where are they coming from?
I made short work of bagging them though – they don’t scare me!… much… well, only the bigger ones like.
I cleaned up the paintwork and corpses and said a few words of remembrance as I wrapped them up and put em in the bin.
To the WC, haemorrhoids leaking again. Huh!
Made a cuppa then put the laptop on and update this diary.
Did some more graphicationalising on Corel Draw X7.
Must remember NOT to go to the GP surgery fer me INR Warfarin blood level tests tomorrow – they are on Tuesday this week @ 0930hrs – then on Wednesday the audio clinic then Fri 1200hrs back to the GP for me memory testing test.
Cleaned me hearing-aids inside plastics. Then took me BP and temperature.
Sys 179 – Dia 80 Pulse 64 and Temp 32.4 Looks okay to me.
Got me nosh that I enjoyed.
Rated as 8.9/10.
The now familiar weariness overcame me and it took what seemed an endless time to nod-off.
Spent the night in the chair again dosing off and waking every few minutes – Tsk!
Forced missen to give up and rose to go to the porcelain around 0700hrs – late for me, but had so little sleep.
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
I’d left the hearing aids soaking to de-coke the ear-pieces last night, so cleaned em and refitted the tube then put them in the drawer in me 1967 G-Plan cupboard where they should be, so as not to throw hem out with the rubbish of lose them again. (Another effort to train me failing memory)
Got the memory test at the doctors at noon today.
Spent a good while finishing yesterdays diary off and Facebooking. Too long really, but I enjoy it?
Got a bath and shave etc and the things ready I’ll need today on me trip out: Audio clinic record card, bus-pass, camera (I love this Panasonic Lumix camera), bank card, cash, keys, bus time-table me hat and some nibbles for the medical staff were all put in me bag or pockets.
Set off on me walk to the surgery. Met two residents as I left and we had a little chin-wag, by gum I like having these little chin-wags.
Hobbled to the surgery, well pleased with me timing when I arrived and told the bemused looking receptionist I’d come for me Memory Test. After a few minutes looking for the appointment she realised it was for NEXT Friday not today! Whoopsiedangleplop number one of the day – Tsk!
I laughed it off, but inside I was getting a bit worried about yet another memory kerfuffle!
As I left the surgery I decided that i would go into town to try and get one of the really large rolls of paper towels that I saw advertised in the shop window at only £1.20 each, then have a run out on the bus to Derby to try and get some photographs of the mallards on the river Derwent.
Another Nottingham pavement cyclist was recorded on me camera as I arrived at the bus-stop.
Taking this photo I missed the approaching bus. Huh!
Got into town and walked to the shop that had the towels in the window. I found that the £1.2o price did not include VAT – making them £1.39 an you had had to buy a pack of 6 of em minimum. I could have used the six cause they looked good and useful, but I could not carry them. Tsk!
I wondered if this was going to be another bad day for all me plans?
Undaunted I limped down and through the City Centre onto Friar Lane to catch the Y5 bus that takes the scenic route to Derby. As I was reading the timetable to find that the bus left in seven minutes time – it pulled away making me feel a bit of a plonka! The next one was due in twenty minutes, so I had walk around town for a while.
Clinton Street had it’s usual crush of people, so I went the other way around to avoid getting delayed.
Back into the City slab-square I observed tow imitation policewomen nattering on the steps of the Council House as the chap in the foreground chased after two yoblets for some reason or other.
It didn’t disturb or stop them having their natter though.
Got back and on the bus to Derby. This one left on time – I’m thinking of writing to the company to congratulate the driver?
As we drove into the Beeston Bus-station i noticed a sign on the window of the Team Elite Kickboxing with the sign on the window informing us it was ‘The Family Business of the Year for 2015?
Continued the nice sunny run out to Derby. Looked in me bag for me crossword book and there it was gone?
Arrived in Derby and dropped off early to go down to the side of the river Derwent mallard searching.
I was so pleased with getting a rare shot of the pigeons on a broken tree branch near the bank. You just don’t expect to find pigeons posing like this do you.
Then I fed some seeds to the pigeons on the steps and got another decent shot in as they fought each other to get to the fodder. The ones on the branch stayed there and didn’t come for the seeds.
Very strange that I thought?
Someone further down the steps fed some bread to the water birds and I got this long distance photo of them arriving in a convoy to investigate the food.
Then I pondered about why else I had come to Derby – surely I wouldn’t have come just to take photos of the birds? I decided to have a nip around the Eagle Market then get back to Nottingham.
Making use of me free pensioners bus-pass today! Hehe!
Had a poddle around and saw some Amber I think they are, Bling and took a photo of them for the TFZ gals.
There is something about this type of jewellery I find attractive, maybe because they look old, aged?
I was going to get some photo’s of fashion clothes but had a dizzy spell, so I decided to make me way back to the bus-station.
Caught the Y5 bus again, this time back to Nottingham..
I can’t recall much of the journey as I spent most of in in the land of sleep like.
Luckily the driver was driving jerkily and slamming on his breaks very often, so I was awoken as we arrived in Nottingham.
Had wonder round when I realised I’d missed the last L9 back to the flats, to kill a few minutes until the 40 bus was due. This one drops off on Winchester Street and it’s only a few minutes walk to the flats from the bus stop on the hill. Mind you, getting across the road on the bend on the hill is life threatening!
When I returned to catch bus, I thought there was a football match on somewhere, but it was only the massive Queue for the bus. Huh!
Got on and managed to get the last seat in the Old foggy reserved ones.
Took a photo from the seat of the other passengers who had to stand crammed in like sardines.
I managed with difficulty not to fall asleep on the way back.
Two elderly ladies got off at the same bus-stop, and we all crossed the road together – but they never spoke to me. Huh!
They walked off after we’d crossed and they went into the Private senior Citizens Home at the end of the road.
Got missen in and to the porcelain sharpish.
Got into the kitchen to put the kettle on and there were six dirty great meat flies on the window? Took me a good while but I knobbled em in the end. I wondered how they were getting in, maybe through the hole in the wall behind the cupboards?
Changed into me layabout comfy togs and slippers.
Got me nosh in the pan – Mild chilli, with potatoes and black bean sauce. For some reason I lost me appetite and turned it off?
Made me cuppa, and took me medications, laptop started.
Then had a look at the mail that had been delivered. Three for previous tenant Margaret and two, yes Two… fer me. Virgin Media trying to sell me summat called a Tivo, and Nottingham City Council telling me I am now on the voting list for this address.
Made another cuppa and updated this diary.
Getting dark earlier now.
Had look on the BBC news page on t’internet. …. 14 year old plans to behead police officers – Syria being bombed and the Oregon massacre… as far as I got, depressed I went back to Facebooking.
Woke around 0400hrs – Found some notes I must have written on me pad on the side of the chair where I fell asleep last night. Hard to read though.
WC’d, put the kettle on then made a cuppa and took me medications. used old camera to take photo of me brekkers.
Can’t remember details of the dreams now, so I’ll just copy the notes here: Boats, canal, France/French people… Ferry, sea, End of the world, tried to get licence to shoot politicians, Osborne, medal/award… shot myself with nail-gun and missed, hit a Ford Prefect car? There were some words I could not make out at all.
Back to the WC.
Feeling okay this morning, the bruising on the arm was a lot easier, Little Inchy not bleeding too bad, the rear end was leaking a bit of blood, the angina bothersome a bit, Arthur Itis not bad at all. The reflux valve no worse than usual.
Caught sight of the bedroom… oh dear, better close the door – oh… it won’t close will it, thanks to the damned Crap United Carpet fitters!
Laptop on to start this diary off.
Got me laundry bag and added a few bits, coins, soap powder and down to the laundry room to start me washing off.
I thought it was a good idea to do me laundry early to beat the rush during the day – Huh!
Three others arrived to do their ashing or drying.
Had a chin-wag with a bloke tenant I’d not had a chance to talk to before.
Put me washing in the drier, making room for the bloke to get his laundry in the washer.
Returned to the flat and the WC porcelain was utilised yet again.
Updated this diary to here.
Popped down to see if the drier had finished and collect me washing.
While waiting for the drier to finish, I decided I’d get out to the Forest today and try to take some photographs of Goose Fair. This photo is of the 2005 Opening of Goose Fair.
Brought the washing back up and WC’d again.
Put me togs in the airing cupboard and made a cuppa.
Laptop back on and found this photo I took yesterday from the kitchen window of a woman with two dogs in the paddock 13 floors below.
Not a good picture, nothing special… but it was to me, seeing the two dogs tails wagging away cheered me up.
Got me rubbish bags ready to drop down the chute after 0800hrs.
Did some Facebooking.
Made a start on the October horoscope forecasts.
Readied missen for me trip to town and the Goose Fair. Caught the bus to Sherwood. Nice Chin-wag on the way with some tenant ladies.
Dropped off in Sherwood. Called in the charity shop to see if they had any large brown Ottomans or book stands in stock – no they didn’t.
Then caught a bus into town.
The Pavement Cyclist in this picture on the right was weaving in between pedestrians swiftly and closely. The scum-bag!
As I walked into town to catch the tram to the forest and the goose Fair, I noticed that the Lord Mayors and Civil dignitaries cars had been allowed to park where I did when responding to an alarm activation years ago and I got a parking ticket!
Caught the tram to the Fair – talk about sardines in a tin!
They all spewed out at the Goose Fair though, me along with them.
A tram was going the other way. I photographed it with the mini-helter skelter in the background.
The Goose Fair was due to be officially opened and there was not many folk about so I had a wander around taking some more photographs.
Some of the stalls and rides were open already.
The rip-0ff stall with tons of wonderful prizes on display, where one buys a ticket in the vain forlorn hope that one of the numbers on it will match the long list of winning numbers was open.
Hah!
Never seen a winner on it yet!
The traditional Waltzer was still being erected.
The Ghost train looked well designed on the outside I have must say.
Very atmospherically presented.
Mind you, at advertising £5 quid a ride on the first day, I wondered what it would be costing folk on Saturday night – the time the rides usually double or more in price?
It wasn’t finished being erected either.
I noticed a small stand at the side of it still being made-up called ‘Beat the Bar’ – should be no problem for the Nottingham Alcoholics that. Hehe!
As I plodded around I saw some of the Nottingham dignitaries in their chains of office lurking waiting amongst the Newspaper and TV people for the arrival of the Lord Mayor.
The kids kid corner rides were all ready for the Nottingham ankle-snappers and apprentice muggers to arrive with their benefits receiving parents.
I did notice the huge amount of food stalls this year, already giving off attractive smells to tempt folks to spend their dosh.
At one of the unopened yet food stalls that advertised kebabs and Halal foods, I saw a sign on the outside of the trailers seeking staff to work at it – female only it said?
Is that legal nowadays?
White slave traders perhaps?
The food stall near one of the entrances the one on the right in this picture, advertising bacon and beef burgers had two people cooking ready for the rush in it – and I have to say it smelt absolutely ruddy marvellous to me!
And in amongst the sauces they had some beetroot pickle too!
One one of the unfinished rides they had i presume American football team helmet at the front of the ride.
Just wondered if they were made up or real team names.
I’d heard of a couple of them like.
As I left the ground to catch a tram into Bulwell and get to the GUM clinic I espied from the tram platform, two Fair caravans right next to each other for Gypsy Fortune Tellers like.
The first one Advertised on the boarding: ‘Gypsy Rosa Lee – Clairvoyant Palmist etc. Open.
The second one advertised: ‘Daughter of Gypsy Roas Lee. Open.
Tickled me a bit seeing them their together.
I assume that mother Gypsy Rosa Lee hanging out of the door knew she wasn’t going to get cancer as she chuffed away on a fag?
Hehehe!
Caught the tram into Bulwell and walked over the bridge into the market place stopping to take a photo of the wonderful Mallard ducks as I crossed over the bridge over the river Leen into Bulwell Main Street.
As I crossed over the Market Place, no stalls on today, I pondered on how dejected the place and people looked?
Bulwell having the highest unemployment rate and number of disable registered folk in Nottingham i assume they can thank Mr Couldn’t care less Cameron and ‘Orrible Osborne for their downtrodden gloomy looks?
Slipped the pigeons some seed.
Even they looked depressed! Huh!
And many of them had club-claws?
I nipped into Fultons Foods to see if they owt on offer hat might appeal – but I came out empty handed. Then I popped into Iceland to get some bread thins. Then into Heron Foods – where I got some battered fish cakes and fingers, along with some potato cakes at 600g for 79p.
Made me way back to the bus station and caught a bus with the intention of getting off at Hayden Road and walking through to catch a bus to Sherwood – however… best laid plans and all that… I fell asleep and woke up as we were arriving in Nottingham City Centre – Tsk!
Got off near the abandoned and apparently unsellable old Guild Hall Courts building – that was next to the new E-on building that cost many millions to build. No wonder the Franch owned company charge so much for their electricity.
I walked to Queen Street and caught a 40 bus.
When the bus left and stopped to pick-up folk at the Victoria Centre stop – I noticed some ladies in the bus shelter and something appealed to me about them, all differing nationalities, ages etc and they sat there chatting away happily between themselves.
They didn’t seem to happy mind when I got me camera trained of them through the bus widow though – Oh dear…
Dropped off on Winchester street and walked to the flats. Luckily I woke up just before the stop came up.
I must ask the GP about all this falling asleep on the buses!
Remembered me ‘Mind Test appointment tomorrow at noon.
As I was going up the lift at the flat, the one lift left working at the flats – I realised I’d not been to the GUM clinic – Whoopsieddangleplop day again then!
Tsk!
Just made it to the porcelain in time.
Put me food in the freezer and made a cuppa.
Laptop on and updated this diary, checked me emails and did some more work on me Horoscope post.
Got me nosh – Beetroot, bread thins, potato medallions, battered fish fingers and fish-cakes, tomatoes and cheese pops.
Wonderful! Rated this one 9.05/10!
Nodded off in the chair again, no bath, no shave, no nibbles, no rest, just kept on waking and nodding off again until 0700hrs, when I got up to go to the porcelain…
Woke around 0500hrs – Dreamt of abandoned offices building again, with me either chasing or running away some peoples?
Urgent trip to the porcelain – I’d left some hand cloths soaking in the sink so went into the kitchen to wash me hands. Saw the medication pots I’d washed to use later were still on the draining board and needed wiping and the lids putting back on and placing in the drawer. So I got them all sorted with lids that fitted and put them in the bowl to carry them to the drawer for storing – Early Whoopsiedangleplop here… dropped the bowl! So had to cleaned them all again! Huh!
Made a good strong cuppa and took me medications.
Laptop on and did what I didn’t do last night cause I fell asleep early. Got yesterdays diary finished and posted.
Stated this diary then did some Facebooking while I had the chance.
Hurriedly got missen scrubbed up and to the bus stop outside the flats. Bit of a chin-wag with the other residents.
I managed to catch the wrong bus Huh! It was the L9 I caught, but it was the one going away from town not to town. Laugh… well no I didn’t actually. Dropped off in Sherwood and caught a bus into town.
As I walked along towards the bus-stop to go to Jane & Pete’s – I was reminded of the Alfred Hitchcock film, ‘The Birds’.
Harmless ones though – the pigeons are likely to crap on you from a great height, but I don’t think they would peck one to death?
Got the bus to Jane’s mansion and was greeted with a nice cuppa and a smile. (A bit of a rare and worrying event that!)
I set about trying to get Pete’s Spy Camera software to load. After around three hours I got it loaded – then we spent another hour trying to set the date on it – without any success.
I was really up-tight about me failure when Steve of Age UK rang but I couldn’t get me phone in time, so rang him back. He’d spoke with two people and got quotes from them, both high, £800 and £850 pound for the house clearance… Oh dear. He said he trusted the £850 man more than the £800 bid. So I agreed and told Jane and Pete I’d have to go, so I could get to the bank and get the money ready in case they could get to do it quicker than next week as will be planned
Said me cheerios and set off and caught a bus into town.
Exchange Walk, Nottingham City centre
To the bank, then worked out I had some time to spare before the last L9 bus left, so had a walk around, starting in the slab-square, then up King Street.
Walked up to Trinity Square where I found some ‘Bling to photograph for the TFZers site.
Can you believe the prices of these glasses in a shop window in Trinity Square?
I put the prices in Canadian, Australian and Canadian dollars so the TFZers can understand exactly what the English pounds in costs/prices actually represent in their money.
Got to the bus stop in plenty of time, passing the Cafe Row of shops on the way.
You can see how busy they were not can’t you?
Just as well I got there early because the bus pulled out three minutes early. Tsk!
I managed to fight falling asleep until just before the flats – and missed my stop, but got off at the next one and walked back. Wot a plonka!
Got in WC’d and made me salad ready for later and washed the pots.
Laptop on and made sure I added the time of Fridays ‘Memory Test’ at the doctors, 1200hrs to me Google calendar that the surgery had given me in rely to me email bless em.
Updated this diary, then did some Facebooking with drooping eyelids. Hehe!
Went to make another cuppa to take me medications and found I’d left the hot tap water running! Getting depressed with missen now!
No bath tonight then, the water heater was not working?
Got me nosh.
Rated it 8.4/10, nice salad. Mushrooms, oiled and sliced some red peppers, Krakowska pork sliced up, garden peas, wonderful beetroot, boiled eggs, pork and pickle mini pies, tomatoes, last of the veggie bacon (No more to be had now, a one-off from Fulton foods) some bread thins, spread with Bertolli Olive Oil spread and butter.
Checked me emails again – did a graphic of TFZ’s Marie. with Marie and a photo in the background I took today at the jewellery shop. I’ll post it later on the site.
Did some WordPressing reading and voting.
I decided to get just one bag sorted tonight… however I foolishly decided to have a cuppa first… and nodded of in the chair…
Woke around 0400hrs – No dream memories, but plenty of pains Tsk! The new swelling on me arm was taking the lead pain-wise possibly because it’s a new one, although the swelling had gone down a lot, the tenderness was the same. The reflux valve had gone down nicely at last. Arthur Itis was calm, Anne Gyna was giving out warning signs of what she intended for me later in the day though.
And the old scars on me chest and tummy from the heart operation had gone a fluffy white colour for some reason? The skin cancer wound was itching like crazy?
Possible perhaps that the scars and cancer wound problems were due to me using a different bath soak?
Still, other than these worries I was in decent spirits this morning, despite me busy day ahead!
I must try to avoid any more Whoopsiedangleplops today.
Put the kettle on and off to the porcelain – to find ‘Little Inchy’ had been bleeding again, but the hammorhoids had for once not been doing so.
Started the laptop and took me medications. Must find time to do up some more medication pots soon. Today is going to be a busy one again, more-so in fact. Got Morrisons coming early, on time I hope or I’ll not be able to get to the Doctors in time for me appointment, then to the chemist, then into town to the audio clinic for some batteries (Thankfully they do not charge us pensioners for em you know), try to get to a pound shop for some woolly hats, then to Loxley House to return me election papers and after all that, to the GUM clinic to get me cream for ‘Little Inchy’ – that’s if I haven’t forgotten owt like?
Still, the hernia and ulcer aren’t giving me any gip at the moment.
I realise how lucky I was to find me missing hearing aid yesterday and pondered if I’d ever find me missing camera memory card or the missing saucepan lid?
So busy with much to get done.
The right arm was hurting now without my using it – even when I just moved it, hurts when I straighten the arm too, it tingled a bit all the time? I don’t like this at all.
Started a graphic for a post while I had the time.
Got missen cleaned and polished for the days efforts to come.
Morrisons delivery arrived I quickly put away the fridge and freezer products.
Bag, nibbles, bus-pass, camera, hearing aids etc in bag and pockets and off on me walk to the GP surgery.
Thirty minutes later I arrived at the surgery.
booked in and crossword book out while I waited me turn.
Called in and met with Dr Vindla (Who as wearing a very short skirt and Little inch needed controlling) and told her about me blown-up legs and asked about whether I could go back on thee Furosemide tablets. She explained that as I was on so many medications she didn’t want to risk affecting the balance of effect of the others and said to see how it went – ‘Put my feet up whenever I could at night and keep up with the walking’.
Then she had a look at the pain in my right arm – I said I can see no bruising in the mirror and explained the pain. Turns out it was massive bruising and she asked me however this occurred. I had no idea?
I did feel a fool!
She suggested I take a memory test and told me to book one with the receptionist on the way out. which I did for Friday, but forgot to write down the time, later I sent an email asking for the time.
Gave them their nibbles and set off on the bus into town.
The first sight when I got off of the bus was a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist who rode over the lights and along the pavement weaving between pedestrians. The Swine!
I noticed that at the entrance to Clinton Street, the traffic lights had been hit again.
Not that it stopped the famous Nottingham pedestrians from still crossing against the lights at all!
Walked through into the slab square and up to the audio clinic where I nearly grew hair again waiting to get some hearing-aid batteries. This is one of the more morose NHS places I have to visit, possibly because the patients being deaf there are no conversations going on?
The lady who spoke to me was almost impossible to lip read – no idea what she was saying but she looked rather stern faced? Frit me a bit!
Back down into the centre, feeding some pigeons en-route. I love the pigeon on the right with its legs apart and looking up.
Through the slab square. Not many folk about today in the centre.
Across and up through near Clinton Street again and I espied a new to me market stall laid out with three obviously Eastern European gentle men with stubble on their faces that spouted a threatening look at anyone who went near their many tables laid outside on the walkway. At least they were trying to make an honest living I thought.
They had many boxes of shoes and leather goods stacked up against the wall and their priced were really low.
The ladies boots in the photograph I took were all either £10 or £20.
Called in the pound shop and got a tin of stewed steak for a change.
I caught the bus to the GUM clinic as the day melted away – gawd it was going quickly.
Brother-n-law Pete rang me, he was having bother sorting getting his spy-watch sorted on the laptop I gave him. I told him I’d come to his mansion in the morning in an effort to help out.
Got me cream and on the bus back into Sherwood.
Then a Whoopsiedangleplop of sorts!
I fell sleep on the bus and missed me stop, in fact I woke up as the bus was arriving in the city centre!
Caught a bus back to near the flats and hobbled home – ‘Home’ – a nice word that nowadays.
Got in, WC’d, creamed little Inchy. Then put away the other stuff I’d had delivered earlier from Morrisons.
Sorted out me medication pots and took the nights doses.
Got me nosh on. Mixed some black bean sauce in with the stewed steak, made some mash and had it with some garden peas. Followed by a lemon mousse with Cornish clotted cream, delicious!
Rated this 8.2/10.
Decided to wash the dishes up after eating it and managed to drop me big dish when cleaning it – what a mess!
Sat down and put me legs up on the Ottoman… and that was that! Nodded off into oblivion.
Woke around 0500hrs and lay a moment or two thinking of what I have to do today: Take rubbish to chute, bath shave, get the 0930 L9 bus into town – remember to take the laptop to give to Pete when I meet him in town, bus back to Carrington to the GP for me INR Warfarin blood level test and flu jab and ask for a prescription for some water tablets, back to town and then to the audio clinic to report me lost hearing-aid, then on the bus to the City Hospital GUM clinic… worra day in prospect I thought!
Then, having plenty of time I drifted off back to kip – a rarity that for me.
To the WC and somehow the memories of the dreams I’d had returned a bit, wrote them down to record here later… I was at a highland sports meeting – wanted to toss the caber but couldn’t lift – I seemed very upset that they would not let me throw me walking stick instead?… then recalled bits of me on a ferry trying to get to see my cyber-friend Lynton Cox in France – everything stopped me, I had no passport and insisted they let me into the country using me free pensioners bus-pass, they deported me back to the UK to Swansea? I was happy there and stayed joining the Torchwood team? They sacked me the next day when I passed wind and it killed an alien prisoner as I was feeding it a dog bone.
Done me porcelain duties then, emptying some bits from the rubbish bin to put in the bag to go to the chute and…
I Found Me Hearing Aid – Yipidee Super!
I felt sure I’d looked in there when I found I’d lost it yesterday? Over the moon now!
Cuppa medications taken, laptop on and started this diary off.
Got a wash and shave, changed and off with me bus-pass, bag, camera and list of jobs to do, to the bus stop outside the flats and listen to the chin-wags while waiting the arrival, of the L9 bus into town.
Nice morning.
I noticed close to a sign telling us that Nottingham was now Officially the cleanest City in Britain – laid this pile of rubbish – just thought I’d mention it like.
Then I met Pete at his bus stop. Handed him his laptop drive and mouse. Wished him well with it and off he went to buy some nuts for his squirrels then back to his mansion to sort out his spy-camera wot I bought him early for Christmas like.
I poddled to the bus stop to catch a bus back into Carrington for me GP nurses appointment.
Asked for a prescription for Furozamide water tablets cause of me swelling legs.
Sat down and got me crossword book out to tackle going through the ones I was stuck on to get as many answers as I could. I got one answer from the 80 or so that needed doing. Tsk!
The nurse called me in and gave me the flu jab and took me blood for Warfarin level testing. Then she booked me in for tomorrow morning 1010hrs to see Dr Vindla about me swelling legs. Then booked me in for a week on Tuesday 6th October for me net blood tests. She was not happy with me reflux valve sticking out like it was as she noticed and made a memo for the Dr on the computer.
I caught the bus to the City Hospital GUM clinic to collect me new ‘Natural based bio-polymer, topical calcium alginate cream’ (No I don’t know what it means either – Hehe) for ‘Little Inchy’ as instructed – it was all locked up? I supposed I’d got the day wrong again, I’ll check when I get back to the flat, if I remember?
Back on yet another bus into Sherwood. Damnably good job I’ve got me Pensioners free bus-pass innit!
Decided that as I’d done so well with me walking I’d walk back to the flat up through Woodthorpe Park, and down to the the flats.
I Noticed near the broken gate, they had put up another new poster informing us this ‘Our Green Flag Award Winning Park’!
It’s hard to see on this photo wot I took, but the Harris fencing that had been erected twixt the footpath and the dangerously crumbling wall had been vandalised and flattened. The used contraceptives on the floor near the first sitting bench on the left could hardly be seen due to the half-eaten and thrown away take-away remnants.
When I got to the top and turned right down towards the flats near the little croft, I used me full zoom to take this photo of a wood-pigeon.
Down the broken gravel-path and to the reception entrance. Where I met Deana Walker the camp kommandant and gave her some nibbles. Nice woman.
The little squirrel I named Cyril greeted me when I got there and he even nipped up on a parking bollard so I could get a reasonable photograph of him from a distance.
I wondered, does he know his coat blends in with concrete post?
Got in the flat and made for the WC.
Took the camera mobile and GP card from me coat.
I could almost feel me legs swelling physically – but they gave off no more pain than usual. The reflux valve and me feet were worse at this time.
Laptop on and updated this rubbish.
Added appointments to me Google calendar.
Another rather busy day tomorrow it seems.
Tsk!
Got me nosh on, fish-cakes, fish portions in batter, some chips and a couple of parsnips slices with garden peas in the oven.
While they were a-cooking I finished sorting the paperwork I found in yet another box yesterday – will it never end! Hehe.
Fair nosh, nothing special.
Followed by Lemon fool and mousse.
Tiredness dawned again.
Hate to thing how I‘ll manage with tomorrows lots to get through.
Hey-ho!
Nodded off and woke up half an hour later needing to tend to the porcelain, with a dirty great swelling on the back of me right upper arm? Throbbing and tender to the touch or when I caught it against owt?
Good job I’m going to see Dr Vindla in the morning. I’ve a feeling this might be seriously bothersome, whatever it is.
Another dream filled waking up all the time nights kip! (Oh dear) I eventually got off proper like and managed a good five hours slumber in one go, and all through the night, only two calls to the porcelain.
I found some notes that I had apparently scribbled about the dreams, but they were largely indecipherable. Most annoying that.
Very foggy this morning.
Whoopsiedangleplop number one: I’ve lost one of me hearing-aids again! Searched fruitlessly for hours everywhere, including the bins. Definitely lost it this time. Damn and blast!
Made a Cuppa and took me medications. Depressed and annoyed wiv missen again now too!
Another Hearing-aid search, fruitless.
Had a good wash and scrub-up.
Decided although it was later than I had planned to to do it yesterday (I was hoping to get to the laundry-room around 0500hrs to beat the others to getting a free machine) to get me washing done. But I’d lost so long searching for me hearing-aid. 0645 hrs: Collected the washing from the bathroom bag, made sure the soap capsules and softener were in the bag and I’d got the coins to operate the machines.
Got to the lift to go down, and when I pressed the call button, a lift came up to me 12th floor, but the door didn’t open? After a few more presses, it did open and I nervously got in and pressed for the ground floor. The cage shook a bit on the way down – don’t know if it made any noises cause of course I had no hearing aids in. Huh!
Got in the room and someone had beaten me to one machine, but the other was free, so I got me washing in alright. I could see the fluff sticking out of the drier that someone or more than one by the look of it, had not cleaned out. I cleaned it up.
I returned to the flat and made a cuppa and did another pointless search for me hearing-aid.
Laptop on and did some updating on me diary. Then down again to the laundry room – via the lift that acted up just like me earlier trip down in it.
Me washing had 3 minutes left to finish, so at least I timed something right for once. Hehe! But someone had used the drier I’d cleaned out, so I cleaned out the other one and used that.
Back to the flat and did another pointless search for me hearing-aid.
Did a graphic and searched again for me hearing-aid.
The lift acted the same when I went down to the drier in the laundry room.
Took me washing out and into me bag and back up to the flat. Saw my first person of the day a lady I’d not seen before. Obviously she was on her way to the laundry room. Maybe not a good idea to try and get my laundry done on a weekend?
Back to the flat. Took me bags to the rubbish chute now it had well gone 0800hrs.
Whoopsiedangleplop number two: When I got back from the chute, I bent down to pick up a bit of fluff I’d walked into the hallway – had a dizzy, grabbed at the door handle to stop missen going down – of course the handle turned and down I slid – Clunk thud! Hard to believe even for me, but I caught me left cheek (Face cheek!), against the storage heater – it is now more important than ever that I get to the dentist, and it also started the angina off. Hey-ho!
Another cuppa (a right thirst this morning?) and took an extra pain-killer to ease the pain from the tooth.
Started today’s, then finished and posted yesterdays diary. While doing this I came across a photo I’d taken yesterday afternoon when I noticed a large number of flies buzzing outside around the kitchen window. I tried repeatedly to get a close up photo of one of them, ten wasted shots later, this was the best I could manage. Wondered why they should suddenly appear? Were they perhaps young meat flies?
Fog all cleared now
Did some Facebooking, a lot of Facebooking.
Went to make another cuppa and took another photo from the kitchen window now the fog had gone.
Rang Jane about the time for meeting Pete tomorrow with the Laptop for him.
Agreed to meet him twixt 10 > 1015hrs. (Well that’s what they demanded like).
Then if we’re quick I can get back to the GP for me flu jab and INR tests in time for 1130hrs – then back into ton to report me hearing aids missing – then back to Sherwood to get booked in at the dentist. That’s the plan any-road…
Whoopsiedangleplop number three: Went into kitchen to wash me cup and noticed the sink looked a tad grungy. So I decided to try the Jif cream cleaner on it to see if that would improved it any… during which I came up with some advice for any other old twit who wants to scrub his kitchen sink with cream cleaner to be aware of…:
“Take extreme care when bending over into the sink to get good access with yer scouring pad… as when you get carried away, it does yer spectacles no good at all when yer bang em against the tap spout!”
You can always add calling in to see the optician tomorrow along with going for yer flu jab, yer INR Warfarin level blood test, the dentist and the audio clinic to yer plans. Huh!
Got me nosh in the oven and saucepan cooking away.
Pondered on whether or not to try and do, me corner-stand up again, but thinking of the Whoopsiedangleplop ridden day up to now – I decided to leave it until tomorrow morning, then I’ll give it plenty of time to dry properly while I’m out in me appointments and errands for hours.
Ate me nosh, battered fish fingers, seasoned chips (fries), and baked beans, followed by a lemon dessert and apple pieces.
Rated 8/10.
Washed up the pots and sat down to watch TV, after a few nod-offs I gave up and sorted what I hope is me last bag of documents, mostly for shredding, then found some more in the next box. Tsk! They can wait.
Had a bath and changed into me night attire. Made a cuppa and laptop on to finish this diary off.
Did some Facebooking and checked emails.
Evening all, have a good day.
After I’d had a nod-off for a few minutes I sprang awake – I’d been dreaming of Kentucky Angel, I was in America with her and we were at a fair eating candy-floss! Wonderful dream.
Woke at 0515hrs: No cramps again last night – I still put this down to the magnificent magnesium tablets.
WC’d and pondered on me dreams form last night – and how I found time to have any cause I seemed to be waking up every ten minutes? Had a pen in me dressing gown pocket and wrote what I could recall about the dreams onto some loo paper to get on here later.
Felt a bit perkier this morning. The usual bleeding from the back end was absent, but ‘Little Inchy’ had been bleeding again. So much for the new magical cream potion. Hey-ho.
Made a cuppa took me medications and checked out me last efforts on getting the corner-stand to look decent – failure again! It’ll get one more effort from me later today, and if that fails also I’ll have to get rid it and get a another one.
Taking the tea bag out of the cup to put it in the bin, and the fingers froze (As they often do – Tsk!) and I dropped the bag – naturally it splashed as it fell on the corner-cabinet. Oh lucky me! Hehe! More sorting to do now.
It looks okay from a distance, but the blotches are so apparent close up. Even worse now I’ll dropped me hot tea-bag on it. Shame!
I got the old computer out and gave it a good charge up while I finished off yesterdays diary. (that took two hours plus off the day!) So Pete can use it it straight away when I give it to him on Monday to use in conjunction with the pressie of the spy-watch I gave him for Christmas like.
Nipped to the WC again and saw me dream-notes on the loo-roll, so I brought them back to the laptop to record.
The end of the world had arrived, so many wars and religious battles going on, so many different peoples living together all killing each other, no control, death, hatred... for some reason I found myself in a conning tower at an airport, burning planes and the city beyond was aflame… A traffic warden was ticketing the crashed planes on the runway? The people in the room were asking Me? what to do. All I was interested in was finding my missing saucepan lid?…
Another time later, I was eating a pot of porridge in a trench with shells landing all around and painting on an easel a portrait of Margaret Thatcher?
Much more happened that I cannot recall. Then I was back on the roofs of buildings running, being chased and leaping from building to building until I got to the library which I entered through an old fashion chimney and the lady at the desk told me off and sent me to get cleaned up – I opened the door and fell into a boat on the sea… Giant fish fingers came up out of the depths and offered me a haemorrhoid cushion…?
There was much more I’m sure, but can’t get any details back.
Got me emails checked, did some Facebooking then spent several hours doing graphics for this diary and me blog post about Fooey.
I eventually forced missen off the laptop. Not easy yer know..)
Went on the old one to take off anything private on it like, before giving it to Pete.
Time shot by today.
I got the old laptop sorted (Eventually) and then had another go at getting the corner-stand sorted out.
Got me nosh done.
Vegetable sausages, few chips, polish sausages, tomatoes, bread thins and me seasoned baked beans. I was going to have the last of me lettuce with it, but it had ‘Gorn-off!’ Tsk!
Followed this with a low-cal blackcurrant jelly and sour cream. Good stuff again – rated this one 8.85/10.
Fell asleep watching the goggle-box, Jonathan Creek it was.
Kept nodding and waking for a few hours before finally getting off proper.
Fooey is one of me Sister Jane and Brother in Law Pete’s cats.
He’s now 98 years old in human terms.
He’s struggles to get about with his arthritis, looses his balance often nowadays too.
He’s not very good looking and drops off to sleep any-time, any-where.
He jumps and jerks with his dreams when kipping.
He’s a bit like me. (Hehe!)
Perhaps that’s why I love him so.
Occasionally he give out a loud wailing noise for ages for no apparent reason.
He often used to settle on his favourite chair and fall off of it! (Like me again, twice!)
He struggles with the litter tray and leaves a pungent aroma like no other cat I’ve ever known. (Like me again with me haemorrhoids)
He now sleeps on a low stool behind the patio doors. His choice.
He needs his coat sorting out daily, a special comb thingy me Sister Jane uses on his matted hair looks frightening to me, but he just loves it being done as clumps of hair are dragged off of him flesh, what bit he’s got left, he is very thin nowadays! (Not like me I’m afraid).
A poor waif of a stray all those years ago, they took him in and fell in love with him.
Yesterday I visited them all, Jane Pete and the three cats.
I saw something I would not have thought possible: Pete got the normal upright hoover out and hoovered Fooey!
The noise the Hoover made was tremendous, but Fooey being nearly deaf (Again somewhat like me) this didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest.
He was obviously well used to this treatment and hobbled around to help Pete not miss any bits of loose or matted hair.
Bless him (Fooey not Pete).
Took it all in his stride… well hobble!
He kept head-butting the Hoover pipe guiding Pete to where he wanted doing next – an amazing performance to me!
The photo on the right was from some months ago – just after Fooey had had his Whoopsiedangleplop falling off his chair. You can see the scars on his poor head. (Like me again here!)
I just can’t help but love him to bits.
Being 19 years old now in human terms we all realise we may soon lose him. (Bit like me again! Tsk!)
So I thought I’d make up this post in his honour, so no one will ever forget him I hope.
A brave fighter with a wonderful nature.
I took this photo on the left last year of Fooey, or as Sister Jane and Pete named him, Mr Fooey!
He was in the middle of a dream when I took this photo.
Wailing occasionally and twitching away.
The photo on the right is one of my favourites.
He can only see so far, but on this occasion he’d spotted Jane going into the cupboard where they keep the cat-fodder.
He lost interest in me and kept his eyes on Janet then!
The kitchen this morning, a mess. Corner-stand in the middle of the room still drying, wood polish, cleaners all over the place, the leaked Flash spray to sort, hey-ho!
Kept springing waking all through the night until about 0300hrs as I recall, dream filled but cannot recall them. Yet I reckon I got a total of over 7 hours in, and woke still feeling drained.
But realised I had to get so much done today and was visiting Jane and Pete this afternoon. I must remember I have to ring them first to make sure it was okay for me to go, as instructed by Pete yesterday.
Cuppa and took me morning medications, had an extra painkiller because I missed me medications last night. Tsk!
The reflux valve and angina were bad because of this. The toothache still there but not too bad at the moment.
Made another cuppa and laptop on. Finished yesterdays diary and posted it, checked emails, then had a bash on Facebook while I had the chance. So much still to do today, not going to be an easy one methinks.
Hours later I got the bath I’d been longing for. And, no Whoopsiedangleplops getting in or out of it!
Got the pressies and nibbles for Jane and Pete in me bag, bus-pass, camera and letters for the previous tenant to drop off at the community shed. Set off.
Met Deana and Julie on my way out of the building as they were emptying the coins out of the washing machines. Handed Obergruppenfurher Julie the letters, and she promptly screwed them up and dropped them in the rubbish bin? It’s nice to know that conscientious reliable centre-carers that we pay extra for on top of our rent can be relied on innit? Hehe!
Walk to Sherwood through Woodthorpe Park and caught bus into town.
Realised I’d again left me HDSC card in the laptop and could not take any photographs – decided to get another one so I can always keep one in the camera.
Called into Vic centre and got a Spending Voucher for Jane’s Christmas pressie.
Went to the Jessop camera store and bought yet another HDSC card for the camera. Tsk!
Took photo when I came out of the shop on Clinton Street. Busy as usual.
Caught the bus to WB, dropped off and walked to Jane’s mansion.
When I arrived Pete was vacuuming the old cat Fooey!
He loved it! (Mr Fooey the cat I mean)
I was so impressed with this I’m going to do a post about it with photographs on WordPress later today.
Cuppa tea presented to me and we had a good chin-wag.
Gave them their pressies and nibbles.
Pete was very much impressed with the camera-watch I gave him. Read the instructions and said it needed a computer. No problem I told him, I can give him me old one to use. We agreed to meet in town on Monday and I can give it to him then.
Hog Roast stall, one customer!
Much nattering later, I departed to catch the bus into town so as not to miss the last L9 bus that goes to the flats. Realised I’d got the timing wrong when I got into town and had an hour to spare, so I had a poddle around town using me camera.
The food stalls were back in the slab-square. Some new ones I spotted, but they were not doing very well trade-wise.
The Hog Roast stall only had one customer.
Mind you the Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich stall didn’t have any!
The same amount of customers that the Ostrich burger stall had!
The Chocolate Strawberry Stall was the same.
I caught the last L9 bus back to the flats.
WC’d then got me nosh on.
I was tired again and the reflux valve started to play up – I thought about abandoning the Beef and onion in black bean sauce with seasoned fries in case it made the reflux valve any worse… But I do so love this meal…
I ate it slowly as I could to limit any chance of it bothering me later.
Rated this 9.2/10 for sheer taste – the mandarins in jelly with sour cream cheese was nice too!
Feet up, drink of shandy and I nodded off nicely for an hour or so.
I’ve not got it right yet – Tsk!
Took me medications, thought about giving the corner-stand another touch up.
It’s still there being walked around in the middle of the kitchen floor and not yet anywhere near passable as usable.
I’ll ave to ask someone if there is anything I can do to make it less blotchy.
I must have done summat wrong, I don’t know whether to use the scratch liquid or polish on it again next? Huh!
Sat down again and put the telly on.
More nodding-off ensued.
Gave up trying to watch whatever it was I was trying to watch, curled up and drifted into oblivion – where dreams kept making me wake up (?) very often throughout the reminder of the night?
Somehow this didn’t bother me at all, I think I was feeling more content than I have for a long time now. Worrying that for me… Hehe!
TTFN all, and thanks to all who have helped me get through me problems of late.
