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05:05hrs: I had woken up a good few times overnight, hate precious time was about 03:30hrs. But miraculously nodded off again. Hurrah!
Struggled free of the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. Caught my balance and off to the 
. A slightly strenuous passing, messy with it too. The worst bit was the stink from the painful wee-weeing. (Urine infection back? I decided to get the 
tended to, being as I was in there, and did! 
Just one tooth bleeding and one tiny nick shaving. Had a stand-up wash; it was too early to use the noisy shower. Then realised it was late enough and had a good session under the shower. Dried off without knocking owt off of the floor cabinets!
Yes, it amazed me as well! Got dressed and went into the kitchenette.
I saw the state (mess) the kitchen was in and briefly toyed with the idea of cleaning and mopping it. But didn’t.
Got some small new potatoes into the crock-pot on a low setting.
Added some Henderson’s liquid sauce, sea salt and vinegar, giving the strange hue you can see in the photograph on the left here.
I returned later to turn the power socket on. Ahem! I opened the kitchen window and took this depiction of the morning’s view.
A little misty, and the twinkling lights from business, along with the hue of the morning, gave an impression of a wonderful water paint job?
I went back to the wet room to retrieve the wristwatch and was again surprised to find that I’d done the ablutions and bits in the kitchen, and it was still only 06:17hrs?
Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and took it through to the computer, and perused the scarce-looking memory notes on the pad.
Then, I got such a shock as the 
started to give the right leg some hammer. I all but fell out of the computer chair!
An 
performed while I was sitting down! Never been known before! In fact, I think I said to 
last night that it never comes on when I sit down. Big-Mouth!
Well, it’s started to do so now! I clouted my right knee and ankle several times against the 1963-built, falling to pieces, Hopewell’s E-Plan Sideboard, with the doors falling off 
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I got the Health Checks done.
But I was a little tiny bit disappointed in finding that the NHS site had put me back into the Hypertension Two-Red Zone again. It seems to be jumping between a most and the highly satisfactory acceptable High-Norm and then Hyper-Two?
Still, it could be worse? So, Fingers crossed for tomorrow!
Arrived as I was making a brew of Thompson’s Punjana. In fact, she finished making the mug of tea for me. We got the medications sorted and had a mini-waffling session, which was nice. Brought a few laughs from both of us, which is good for us, too.
I got the updating of the Thursday blog done; not a lot to go on due to my bad memory and shortage of reminder notes on the notepad. Humph! Posted it to WordPress and Pinterested a few pictures.
Made her second call, a Safety Check on the taps, stove etc. She also gave me an extra Paracetamol cause Anne Gyna was giving me some stick at the time Jo-Anne called.
Went to make another brew, JS Red Label, this time, and I took these snaps.
The bog deems to be clearing now. (within an hour, it was belting down with rain).
The Chestnut Way car park looked well filled up this morning… Ha! Just noticed it is already 14:20 hours
Good job that not much is happening to go in this diary; I’m so far behind.
Harrumph!
Aha, there he goes.
Clunk, tap-tapping with the odd whoring sound thrown in to keep me interested and awake.
Bless his cotton socks.
He’s such a nice, ignorantly superior noisemaker.
Hello, an arditamente of rapid tap-tapping there.
He is likely just letting me know he doesn’t give a toss, I suppose.
Still, it didn’t last too long, an hour at most.
Odd, how I’m deaf yet seem to hear laughter coming from above? All part of the paranoia?
I checked on the potatoes in the slow cooker. Nowhere near ready yet, so I turned the heat up to high. Must remember to recheck on them.
I opened the in of ‘Rehydrated Peas’ I bought from Lidl.
Rock hard, sour, terrible! But the last can that I have. So I attempted a rescue job on them. I put some demerara sugar in them and left them to soak in it. Tried a spoonful of them later – EURGH!
I left them on low and hope they turn out better later.
TWIT!
Returned to the computer and continued with my suitable graphic-finding mission. Got a couple copied and posted into CorelDraw.
At this stage, I smelt the burning!
Panic, flab, I hobbled hastily to the kitchen…
CALAMITY!
The new pan with the rehydrated peas had no water left in it at all.
I got out what peas I could, but the others have gelled together like Araldite!
I’d turned the heat onto full instead of the off position!
Soaked the pan, filled it with bleach and washing up the liquid.
The bottom of the pan was unreachable at this stage, so I left it to soak in the cleaners in hopes of rescuing the saucepan.
Cleaned the mess on the hob and stove.
Then got stuck into trying to get the peas out.
It was a slow frustrating job, but then, life is for me at the moment!.
Heck of a job keeping stuff from going down the drain, but used the plastic strainer throughout, and that did the trick. Took me an hour to get the peas at the bottom out.
The yellow plastic scrubber thingy was invaluable, got the job finished. But not until about the eighth time working on it. When I got to see a bit of the black bottom of the pan, a 
At this point, 16:00hrs, 
chimed and came in. As I was telling him about my details, a lack of interest was shown, and he muttered, “I’ll get the medications done!” I think the lad was tired out, done in. Bless him!
I looked at the Carers Report sheet later, no mention of the mess and danger I’d gotten myself into. I’d have thought this sort of thing needed reporting? I may be wrong, of course...
Jozeph listened to me talking without any response. I asked him to take the waste bag for me, and he took the one hanging up with the ‘Pea-Disaster’ waste in it as well. Hehehe!
Jozeph gave me two Paracetomal cause he saw that the Anne Gyna had started to play up; the anxiety, I suppose, also made sure I took the stick with me.
I nipped out onto the balcony, to take a snap of the rainy view on offer.
Oddly there were few seagulls food hunting at this time
Had to utilise the now 24-hour WWB (Wee-Wee-Bucket) with some urgency. The trickling leak was painful still and stunk to high heaven again! Strenuous, and it took ten minutes to pass a few fluid ounces.
Back to the balcony. Opened the side window; the rain had stopped, and I took a photo of the mud-slide coming down into the car park from the unofficial but much-used Woodthorpe Park. The seagulls were back, squirrel, wood-pigeon, dove, cat, small dog, baby and rat seeking for supper.
Hobbled into the kitchenette to get the nosh sorted out. I saved some of the spuds from the slow cooker to have tomorrow and halved the ones being used tonight.
Had to utilise the now 24-hour WWB (Wee-Wee-Bucket) again. Pain, eventual trickle and the long wait for the dripping 
of the MAD (Micturition-After-Dribbling) to stop! Which took that long; the flaming meal had gone partially cold before I got around to eating it. But it 
didn’t bother me. Flavour rating: 805/10! Washed the pots, and the 
checks were done.
I fell asleep watching ‘Heartbeat’ on the box, and I was well into another weird dream as 
arrived to sort me out. Hehehe! I think I ought at this time to mention that the names of carers mentioned on this blog are all liable; just might be, possibly, maybe, perhaps the wrong ones. I apologise if this is so.
Personally, I blame 
for muddling up my brain cells. 
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and ‘The Lurgy’ for giving me so much constant pain that I can’t concentrate. Of course, that pleasant scumball, pococurante, snobbish, superior-acting, definitely 
for his mechanical clumping, grinding, drilling and tap-tapping every single day of the week.
By constantly having to take a painful unwilling leak, 
. To a degree, of course, there are plenty of other self-named ailments to accuse; 
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, 
, 
, 
, 
… I’ve likely missed a few off of this list of the guilty… Oh, Yes… ME!
Arrived. Sorted the medications out. Little natter, checked taps, treat in thanks insisted upon by myself, and Kara took the waste bag as she left, thanked her and locked the door…
After that, it’s all a mystery. Nothing on the memory notepad other than Kara’s name… and I’m not guaranteeing that I got that, right?
Woke up, knowing I was having dreams but no actual memories of them… other than a feeling they were not good, at 02:30hrs, convinced, for some unknown reason, that it was about 07:00hrs. And got up.
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Took a photo.
arrived, looking weary after his four-day shift. I didn’t want to delay him; I was his last call.
arrived in a hurry.
did the taps, and oven checks gave me an extra Paracetomal. I asked him to help get my socks off
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06:15hrs: Spent the first hour of wakefulness between the wee-wee bucket and the Porcelain Throne. So many trips were needed, and all like the urine-fungal infection started last week. Putrid-smelling pee, pains starting in the bladder area, then moving all around the torso, almost to the back.
Richard told me to ring the Doctor, bearing in mind that last week I was late in doing so, nada paid the price in pain and lack of sleep. He even wrote it down on the whiteboard for a later carer to see.
Spent many hours on updating the Tuesday blog, at least five! Before getting it done. Accident and mistake-ridden, I’m sure. All to the accompaniment of the blasts of tap-tapping and bang-banging with either sawing or drilling noises supplied by the blocks the smart-alecky, insensitive, unsympathetic, toffee-nosed, self-important, naff, noisy nasty man, from the flat above on the 13th floor?
just gave a little, almost musical again a blast of mechanical abbellimenti, with tempo and rubato. Once again, it didn’t last too long, but he was putting plenty of effort into it. I do hope that he hasn’t broken his hammer or chopped his chopper off, and that was the reason for his sudden silence. Or had too much of the Single Malt Whiskey and fell over, cracking his head against one of his train engine models. 
Better get summat to eat then.
Was not too keen on letting me get to sleep, so I put the TV on. That helped. I nodded off as the first round of adverts came on.
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Got up and weeded; I had to use the Porcelain Throne, then got the computer on and did the Health Checks.
It had to happen! Mr Fries, the Smoke & Mirrors man. The money manipulator, the $26.4 million salaried, high-flying, number-crunching good looking the boss at LIBERTY-GLOBAL – who bought Virgin Media, Three and did deals with Vodafone… Al three doing barfly now, thanks to Fries not having the foggiest idea how to get a signal ot stay on – and doesn’t give a toss about his customers, just like a bank president, and still gets his phenomenal wage.
tended to. Things were going well, very well… too well.
One minute I’m hunched over the sink, viewing my tremendously scary face as I shave.
I have to admit when the landlines went, and the nurse I had the appointment with called, she explained that the DVT nurse was not coming. She asked if I was attending. I explained that I’d just taken a tumble and was unsure… then I found a positive mode, and I said Yes, I’ll be coming. I’d just remembered the 
lift was coming in an hour or so. So, I agreed to go. She offered to rearrange it, but I was curious as to why I was going, not remembering with the help of 
These are the photos I took earlier that I forgot to put in the blog. Tsk!
. He gave a knowing look! 
As I was passing the Co-op food store, I got a vague idea that they may have a cash machine inside. So I ventured in and asked the manageress. Who sent an assistant with me to show me where it was. I was so glad the lad came with me, either to see my pin number or help; I’m not certain. But being as I had yet again forgot not the pin, but which way the card fitted in.
Onward down to the Carrington Pharmacy. I waited while they made up the prescription, and a girl brought them to me. Then it was off to the Lidl store.
I departed, a carrier bag of food on the three-wheeler-trolley and a new determination to find something to mention about each photograph taken.
I started the long walk, passing a row of shops. Many closed down, and some were new businesses. I did observe that there were now two men’s barbers in the short row. Both barbers sat with mo customers reading a newspaper and looking mighty bored!
Watcombe Road.
for almost nothing in a drug operation. The families of murdered lads came over and killed two of the gang members. And a traffic warden. 
methinks.
to replace them with new ones?
walker-guide as the front wheel got stuck in some broken concrete. 
opposite side of the road!
Football, Gals who didn’t find me odd, Parties galore, great beer! 
In Sherwood proper now. As I passed a shop, I realised it used to be a J Marsden Grocery Shop.
No fridges during those days.
Started up the hill on my way to the top bus stop to catch a number 40 bus up Winchester Street and back to the flat.
Seeing the bus coming down the hill, I checked on the time on my second-hand shop-bought £4 wristwatch.
The lights were not in my favour. So I hobbled as rapidly as I could up to the pelican lights, and I got over the road.
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easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. 
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Let’s assess the problems I’ve had to endure these last few days: or should I?
I’ve got a little muddled up here. Things may be out-of-chronological timing from here onwards.
The results, as decreed by the NHS analyser, put me in the Hypertension – Red One Zone. But, so close to being in the High-Normal pink. So that’ll do me.
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I went to get something to eat. After a look at what food options I had, I decided on Cottage pie, rosti potatoes, cobs and BBQ sauce. 
and this was the reason for the pains in my chest that had been lingering all day long and getting worse the longer I went without any pain relief from Ailment 19 – Anne Gyna! Charly gave me two extra Paracetamol tablets and Took the waste bag with her as she left for the chute.
The first effort was taken hanging out of the window straight down on Chestnut Way, the road and the car park. What looked like a fire engine, or stretched limousine, was, in fact, it was a normal car speeding out of the complex. I hope it wasn’t one being stolen!
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each and every night!
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Not the result I was hoping for; a rather high Hypertension – Two, close to the (Call 999) stage Three. I blame 
The computer was put into sleep mode and off to get them 
! And a rather large 
Germolened, Germoloided, and oiled the ear holes. And guess what?
That ignorant slobbovitch from the flat up above kicked off with his banging and knocking again!
top of the high bookcase with Metal Mickeys’ plastic handle on the hard wooden shelves. Trying to imitate the same amount of bangs (18), I counted.
! As I was reaching at full tilt to get the jumper from the clothes racking, 
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I was not hurting, apart from 
01:30hrs: With a jerk, jump and shock! Not the foggiest idea what had caused this rude awakening? but it buggered me up, and I spent the next four hours or so desperately trying to get back to sleep – No chance until about 05:00hrs. Off into bliss!
05:20hrs: I more or less erupted into wakefulness.
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06:00hrs: I looked at the clock and realised I didn’t want a wee-wee – this is the first day’s awakening for months that I didn’t want a pee on stirring back into resat life! All very confusing! Nonplussing!
Herbert in the flat above giving me a concert of tap-tapping, knock-knocking with the odd loud crunching sound thrown in for good measure. I have to put up with this noise every single day, and at the weekend, it gets even worse. Still, no hard feelings, after all, as the Nottingham City Homes manager said to me: “He’s a wonderful man and makes steam engines for the school…” Nuff said. That was seven years of noisy hell ago. I wish him no harm, do not place curses on him, refuse to give him a neck-chop when I get near enough to him, swear about him, or hate him… just the noise he makes so regularly. I hope whatever it is he’s making comes out well. And the children, he seems to like, enjoy them. 
announced the arrival of 
I made up a bottle of spring water and added some lime juice, went to put it in the cubby-hole on the Hopewell’s 1963-built, falling to pieces, E-Plan Sideboard. Where I espied the Carers & Nurses Christmas bottle for them to choose. I must remember to ask a carer if there are any more names to go down.
persistently noisy as he is today. If I meet up with him, he could just be ready for a fall! I am not a violent person, but many years of putting up with this protected by the Council Management turd; is getting to me now!
At last, a decent mug of Thompson’s Punjana and three biscuits to dunk in it. By gum, this is a good life!
I went to get the kettle on again and took these photographs of the front car park. The left one to the right, the right one to the left… I think. Hehe!
Then Spend-the-lot Inchie actually went back onto Amazon and ordered a new keyboard. I’ve got to stop doing this!
Dang and bother and 
So I did.
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03:30hrs: I stirred, with a degree of hesitation, a definite desire not to get up and face the world. A reluctance like never before. Indeed, I tried to get back to sleep – but the inevitable need for a wee-wee, followed by the almost thrice-hemerine Porcelain Throne visit, forced the removal of my elephantine body from the grasp of the second-hand, £300, charity shop-bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. And off to the wet room.
The evacuation started as usual of its own accord. But it stopped part the way through the process.
Had a quick wash and clean up. 
I got the spy-glass to check on the urine colour. Not too good today, rated as a six on the NHS chart.
I put a potato in the crock pot as I was mashing the tea.
arrived. Gave me the Peptac. I checked the list of Christmas pressies given, but Sam was not on it. She is now.
Getting the stuff put away took me two hours – Honestly! The Christmas treat bottles for the Carers arrived, and I’d just given the last of the others to Sam. Got them in the cupboard under the computer, so the others can take a pick their choice.
The Microwave had almost been covered with food. Hehe!
The only room on the sink side was used up as well.
And from the one box, BBQ sauce, more veg sauce, orange cordial, and the BBQ Beans Micro Grain that I enjoyed so much last week. The Winiary Przyprawa seasoning that I’m trying for the first time. I couldn’t read the contents even with the spyglass – so I looked it up on the web.
(Monosodium Glutamate, Disodium ‘5 Ribonucleotides), Vinegar, Glucose, and Flavourings (with Celery). I wonder what the secret flavourings are?
The sauce cupboard got special attention today.
I belatedly got the 
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The teeth cleaning
caused more bleeding than ever before.
the one head-butting of the power box, which was nothing serious.
shame because this is my last tube. 
I finished the medicationalisationings and got dressed.
But guess what I did wrong… I got into the morning clothes and not the night attire!
dressing gown.
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I got the BBQ beans in the pan, and I added half a jar of 7-Meditterrraean roasted vegetable sauce and gently heated it up slowly, stirring all the time. Well, not all the time, cause I had to go back to the wet room for a quick wee-wee…
And it was lovely. Even if I was missing my favourite ‘Heartbeat programme on the TV. Hehe!
. I was very slow-witted and tired. It may sound odd, but doing ablutions with all the attached Whoopsiefangleploppery, Accifauxpas and cock-ups, I believe, took a lot out of me. Poor old sausage! Hahaha!
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The tube of Hydrocortisone cream in the wet room was virtually empty. So I nipped to the medicine drawer in the kitchen and got another tube.
Took some photographicalisations of the beautiful, if cold morning views from the kitchenette window.
I got the growths coming from the new potatoes removed and got them in the crock-pot.
ready to use later.
But I had done some work on this blog as the brain re-engaged.
Arrived. We had a chat and laughed. She took the biscuits from the giant shortcake box and found some tubs to put half of them in, leaving the other bag unopened.
had been.
are worrying. I believe they are getting to me more and more. What if something important was said or arranged during the sessions? 
Yet, I felt pretty fair when I last woke up. And got myself a meal made, although scarily, I do not remember actually cooking it. The photo of the meal triggered memories of enjoying it – feet up on a chair, tray on my knees… Oh, dear! I even found a score for the flavour rating in the pad. 802/10!
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05:30hrs: I stirred, and as I began to move, I could have sworn that the room was full of people who stood around drinking, like at a party around me! Oower!.
I went all industrial and work-ethically minded; when I remembered Sister Janet and Brother-in-Law Pete were coming later.
Next, I tackled a bit of cleaning up on the mini-hallway.
Once able to, I rose and went in to make a few of Thompson’s Punjana tea.
Ah, yes, I recall it now; we (Jan, Pete and me) went on the balcony; Pete said they had to park at the end of the buildings. I suggested we take a photo of it. I did it on the Lumix, and Pete used his Samsung Galaxy S22 Ultra, £2005 mobile
Our missed penalty, by, of all people, Harry Kane, was a heart-breaker.