Sun 4th December 2016
Lithuanian: Saulė 4. 2016 Gruodis
0314hrs: Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner in no time. Off for a WRHD session. A little easier this morning, compared to yesterday’s session, although another long job. Read a bit of the Clarkson book, and tried to recall the dreams again, without any luck. I hate that when sometimes I make notes if I wake up in between dreams or can even recall from memory some of them occasionally, then like the last couple of day, there is nothing there! Humph!
I didn’t seem so cold this morning, and this made me check to see if the storage radiators had come back on… no, of course not.
Computer turned on and did an extra post, a bad poem about Novembers Whoopsiedangleplops.
Had to tend to a second WRHD session, a lot worse than the first one, bloodier but not as painful. Old age eh? Huh!
Got the vegetables prepared and into the Crock-Pot. Parsnips, leeks, peas, red onions, carrots, cubed some potatoes and water chestnuts. Seasoned with beef so I can have a beef and potato stew of sorts later.
Did the diary updates, then went on Facebook… for three hours. Tsk!
Put the towel on the airer/dryer thingamabob to warm up in readiness for my shower and ablutionisationing session later.
Made another mug of tea and made the decision to go out for a walk in Woodthorpe Park today.
To see the tree copse and dogs walking their owners, I’ll take the camera with me. At this, I put the camera in the bag so I didn’t forget it later.
Then got myself prepared in the wet-room for a 
good showering, shaving and another sh… well, never mind. All cleaned and smelling fresh, I placed the bath towel onto the airer.
Got the bag ready to go and get some bits from Sherwood and get a bit of a walk in the park to see the dogs, then I went to see Olive at number 68.
Malcolm was there visiting and we all had a chinwag. When Olive heard that the repair men had not been out to me like they assured me they would yesterday, she got on the blower and told them, arranging, Bless her, for them to call after 1300hrs today to tend once again to the storage radiator.
I worked out I had plenty of time to get some shopping bits in (2hrs 10min) and get back before 1300hrs. Picked up some jars for the recycling bank to go with my ones. I thanked Olive, gave her a smacker on the lips and set off.
Someone had been busy decorating the lift and lobby area.
Caretakers, I suppose, we don’t see these very often lately around here. Nice for these invisible men to get treble time for Sundays
Someone told me they saw one of them actually smiling the other day, just seeing one now and then would do for me, so I could get help lifting and carrying when needed. Always costs one a decent ‘Tip-backhander’, but still, they made a decent job of the Christmas decorations considering what they had to work with. And of course, it makes the place look special – as folks don’t often see 1960’s decorations nowadays. Hehe!
Out and down Chestnut Walk, dropping the jars off at the bottle bank.
Right down Winchester Street and just passed the bus stop, I turned back and took a photograph up the hill. When I got the camera out the road was full of traffic, soon as I got it ready they had all gone. A dodgy spot to cross the road here. The roadway beyond is even steeper and the vehicles come belting around the corner. Soon as I put the camera away the traffic started again. Tsk! Busy for a Sunday, although this photograph indicates not. Hehe!
Down onto Mansfield Road and into the Co-op Store – I didn’t buy anything, just had a nosey. Out and up the hill into the Wilko, where I got a bottle of Dettol lavender, Touch-Screen Wipes and toothpaste. Up to the Bugeon Store, bought nothing.
Out and up through Woodthorpe Park.
Loved watching the dogs having fun.
Down towards the flats and took a picture of my beloved little Tree Copse. Looking ultra thin now and perhaps a bit sad.
Down to the flats in plenty of time to be in when the Repairman calls (12040hrs)
Attended to the urgent call for a WRHD session.
Oh, dearie me… yet another Whoopsiedangleplop!
Found that the toilet bowl was leaking! Not too severely, but nonetheless worrying.
Cleaned it up and put down paper towels, which were soon soaked again. I’ll have to ask Olive or Deana to give the Repair Team another call for me. Fed-up with things going wrong!
Got the meal cooking and put the evening medications in a pot near the £300 second-hand recliner for later.
Put my finger on this printing to show how small it really is! Humph!
The NCH repairman arrived and within a few seconds he’d worked out that the first repairman who I waited 30 days for and came four days ago, had turned off the power at the electricity box to work on the radiator and not turned it back on. He said it should be working tonight.
He kindly read the instructions on the Screen Cleaner Wipes out to me, cause the print is so very small.
Got the fodder served up.
Enjoyed this effort with relish.
Minced beef, Crock-Pot vegetables; Onions, carrots, peas, green beans, parsnips and leeks. Oven chips and cubed boiled potatoes. Lemon Drizzle to follow.
Worth all the preparation and cleaning up afterwards this one was. Rated it at 9.69/10.
I didn’t find out until the morning, but I missed taking the evening medications. Humph!
Innit marvellous, I finally get the storage heater going, and then the bloody toilet starts leaking! I may have said this before, but I’m fed-up with calamities and Whoopsiedangleplops!
Tried watching some TV, but spent most of the viewing time nodding off.
Kettle on, I took the morning medications and looked out at the morning sky.
Feeling so tired again, as it got dark I took this photograph from the window, of the mid-distance houses.
Got the late fodder prepared.
Took an extra senna tablet with the morning medications. Also found that the Friday pot of medicines was empty? I think I may have taken two lots yesterday morning perhaps.
Rang Olive to explain why I was not visiting but got no answer. Did an email to Obergupenfurheress Deana about the heater not working.
Spent a few hours sorting the paperwork I’d let myself get behind with. Naughty Boy!
Noticed this pail of smoke to the far left and maybe 8-10 miles or so away I’d guess.
Looked out at the smoke again.
Aha! Thought I, noise from the area of the door – joy… but no, it was the postman with two identical and unwanted copies in different wrappings of the Age UK Life magazine.
1438hrs: Delivery man with the Airer/Dryer arrived as I was on Facebook.
Had a look at the airer/dryer to see if I could assemble it on me own.
Finished off the paperwork sorting and went to make a cuppa as the light faded.The white smoke was visible still from whatever caused it.
Had to eat the dinner standing up in the kitchen, in case I fell asleep sat down eating it.
Another naughty personage had failed to clean out the filter… Again!
Down again to collect the first dried load, back up, and put the togs away, then a final trip back down to wait for the other dryer to finish its cycle.
to number 72 and stored everything away in a semi-ordered fashion.
Deana called in and I discovered that Toni was in a temporary home being looked after. With missing the last meeting due to the Amazon delivery cock-up and the fall, I found out that some of the clan had visited Toni in the new care home she was in. I felt so depressed and sad that someone hadn’t told me about this, and I sulked for a few minutes.put
BJ decided he wanted the laptop I’d offered for his other half. I fetched it for him and he lifted me into Arnold, dropping me off on the high street, bless him.
Got the meal cooking.
Opening and closing the damned window involved going into the narrow gap to pull out the plug to release it.
Went to do the washing up and the sky was lovely.
much bleeding this time. Returned and cleaned up a bit.
Brrr! Got the new thick socks on, that helped a bit. Can’t complain at £1 a pair, can I?
Popped onto the scales.
Started the Crock-Pot vegetables off. Carrots, leeks, onions, tomatoes and parsnips.
Did some more Facebooking and graphics, etc.
Stirred the Crock-pot. Then I returned and took the empty jars to the bottle bank.
Stirred the vegetables and gravy in the Stock-Pot, tried a piece of parsnip and it was still rock hard. This was after nearly four hours in the slow-cooker? I imagined that dong the fodder in gravy as opposed to the usually salted water might be having an effect here?
Moved the seasoned Crock-Pot vegetables into the saucepan and added some tinned stewed steak in gravy to it. Did the washing of the slow cooker bowl in between stirring the mixture up.
Ablutions were done in a Stand-at-the-sink style, too early to use the shower and disturb the neighbours.
darkness was fascinating in many ways I observed the faces of some of the drivers as they passed by, a certain lamentable Monday morning expression of… what’s the words I’m looking for here? Er, erm, Regretfulness, resignation and a drugged-up stare of desperation.
Road.
City Hospital entrance for my blood taking session was.
m their nibbles, which they appreciated.
Never again.
By the time the conversation ended, I’d walked as far as Basford. Turned right along Bulwell Lane and proceeded through Highbury Vale and into Bulwell. Now the feet and Anne Gyna were starting off. And I needed a leak badly.
heavy duty work socks. Popped into Poundland shop, nothing there.
phone, which she did for the entire journey, with her feet on the seat and people were standing? She did take her feet off the seat when I gave her a glare but put her bag on it so nobody could use the place! Inconsiderate thing her. The tram got busier than ever as it approached the City Centre, and a lady removed the girl’s bag and sat down, the girl just carried on using her phone. Good for the elderly woman!
No idea what had occurred. Walked through Clinton Street to the bus stop.
Not sure the 4.432 miles was as far as that? The timing was well short of the actual time taken of course.
Back at the flat, a desperate and painful WRWW, ahh! And got the meal prepared and cooking.
Set off on a little hobble to Aldi on Mapperley tops. Went the same way out and back this morning.
At the end of Chestnut Walk, I took this photograph on the wild bit of land half way up Winchester Street Hill.
Back and down Winchester Street Hill again.
But the result was worth it all for once. Not done too good recently with the fodderisationing.
Did some Facebooking.
A lot later, I decided to try and get something to eat. Herb tomatoes, Gnocchi and mushrooms, with what was left of the Sourdough bread.