Inchcock Today Monday 1 Aug 2016: Up early for laundry… WRHD problems…

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Monday 1st August 2016

Woke around 0335hrs: Struggled out of the refusing to work this morning £300 second-hand recliner chair, trod on me picker-up and bent the arm, swore and off for a WRWW.

Feeling drained still, but knew the washing needed doing early so I could get things ready for the cleaner-boss-lady who Olive is bringing to see me later. Also, I’d got a fodder delivery coming soon.

Got the dirty laundry readied and set off down to the laundry room. Into the washer (the clothes, not me like) and back up to the flat. WRWW, not WWHD yet.

Cuppa and took the medications, laptop on to start this off, to the wetroom for a WWHD, but after a bit of pain trying to pass, I failed. Oh dear, more bother?

Put a cloth and cleaner into the bag to wipe down the laundry room with, and found the Vitoria Wood book I’ve been searching for for a few days in the bag!

Did a bit of graphic making to use later, the back to the throne to try again… Huh! Waste of effort that was, much pushing and urging, blasts of escaping wind and pongs between verbal curses, I gave up and went down to the laundry room to titivate it and collect the washing.

10k30555hrs: The day was breaking when I got down to sort the washing out.

Got the clothes in the bag, cleaned the filter out on the dryer, cleaned the grotty powder trays and took a photo out through the foyer outer doors.

Not cold at all.

Back up to the flat and deposited the clean gear in the airing cupboard and hung some up.

Another attempt at a WRHD, failed again, made another cup of tea and took a senna tablet.

Checked the calendar. Morrisons delivery 0700>0800 hours, the cleaning lady boss (and Olive I hope) sometime after 1230hrs. Perused the emails. Did some Facebooking.

Updated this diary and did some graphicationalising and some more Facebooking – far too long really.

The Morrison delivery arrived, no substitutions or missing goods. The frozen new Zealand minted lamb chops looked beautiful, and now I have some more oven chips in stock to leave out of the freezer and melt like the other day. (Tsk!)

Got my ablutions done, in readiness for Olive and the cleaning company boss to call. Grand shower, weighed me… but, let’s not talk about that eh. (A cough!)

The hygiene ladies arrived with Olive who introduced them to me. Much patient verbal help was given, and we agreed once a fortnight visits, starting this Wednesday. They have some curtains for me to use, and said they would fit them!!! Bless their cotton socks!

I went back to Olive’s with them and gave her the Freesia flower bouquet and she told me off but gave me a kiss (Readers, forgive me while go all gooey for a moment please). I can go and see her after 1400hrs tomorrow. INR Warfarin Blood test at 1230hrs, so this fits in nicely. Nice change that.

Back to the flat and got the nosh on. Stew, potatoes with cabbage ( I know I’m not supposed to each cabbage nowadays, but there as there are only very few grammes in it?) I’ll put a beef slice in with it after ten minutes, then they will both hopefully, be ready at the same time… Oh, better do it now… all done and in the oven.

P1110473I really did enjoy this fodder, the cabbage potato tasted so good.

Got the meal and checked if owt was on the box to watch.

Some very old Top Gear programmes were on.

I took an extra Senna tablet with the medications, to hopefully avoid a late and painful WRHD session in the morning.

For a change, I nodded off earlier than of late, and in a more contented state?

Inchcock Today Sun 31 Jul 16: Woke up to a right mess?

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Sunday 31 July 2016

I awoke with a start around 0230hrs. I’d been dreaming of the flat being full of what must have been 20 or more ladies visiting me, happiness and joy flowed, and I almost felt pain with so much contentment! We drank the drinks in turn, as I didn’t have enough cups in the cupboard – The tales they told me, were wonderful – I think they had a helicopter on the roof waiting to take them home?

I did my best to get back to the dream when I nodded off again, of course without any success! Humph!

I stirred again around 0500hrs, but felt so tired still, and with no demands for a WRWW or WRHD being made on me, I allowed myself to drift off again. Gone 0630hrs when for some reason I woke and thought it was Monday; Oh, the Clinic Visit, the cleaning lady coming to discuss terms and the… Hang on, I thought, it’s Sunday!

I think things must have been getting to me last night, the empty spring Water bottle was laying across the room near the mini-Hoover, tissues were on the chair the Ottoman and me!

The TV remote had been placed between the two glass cases on the chair arm?

I got out of the noisy but operating £300 second-hand recliner chair, turned on the light and for the third time this year, the bulb blew! Got on the steps and apprehensively, dodderingly changed the bulb. This bulb came from the same box as the one that had just blown, but seemed so much brighter?

Hobbled (Arthur Itis not being nice to me this morning) to the wetroom for a WRWW and WRHD. Blood flowed this morning. Not from ‘Little Inchy’, although he was very tender, from Haem Aroids.

GCB05dTo the kitchen, to find that last night, getting out the lamb chops from the freezer, I had left out a big bag of chips. This had now become a soggy, smelly clump of semi-mashed potatoes on the draining board!

Stepped onto the scales… but enough of the bad news for now…

Wasn’t doing too well yet today, was I? Huh!

Back to the wetroom for another WRWW and stubbed my toe on the trolley wheel! Feeling a bit, what’s the word I’m looking for? Er… Sorry for missen? Frustrated? No, peed-off perhaps.

Things would get better I told myself.

Made a cuppa and got the medications, dropping the pot and pills on the way to the laptop desk. Great fun finding them as they scattered all over. There is still a 15mg Morphine Sulfate and 400mg Trental Pentoxifylline tablet somewhere in the room that need rescuing, but I can’t find them! Tsk! Got one of each from the reserve stock drawer.

I’ve just read up to here… depresses me, never mind any poor reader! Stick with me please, it is bound to get more cheerful later? Haha!

Started the graphics for this page and started to create it. Did a good bit of Facebooking.

Carried out my ablutionisationing, shower, shave, teggies, medicating and freshening up.

Then, out to the shop to get the TV magazine and owt else I saw that I might fancy.

10bWalking up the gravel footpath hill, I hit on an idea for a good photograph when the sun came out behind me, and a blackbird landed nearby to collect some twigs it seemed…

Here is the end product.

I can’t understand how I’ve not been discovered and hired to work for the National Geographic, The Times or even the Beano? (Is that still going I wonder?)

10dTo the top and left down the Woodthorpe Park footpath to Mansfield Road, and another Nottingham Pavement/Footpath Cyclist came close to hitting me, after passing very close to the girls in the photograph behind him, making them jump!

He was totally oblivious to this fact.

I plodded on and got to the paper shop and got a TV magazine and a Nottingham Bygones paper.

Went to the Co-op and got a wholemeal loaf, some tomatoes and bananas.

The limp back to the flat was getting painful as the feet joined in with Arthur Itis making walking hurt a bit.

10d2On my way back up the Woodthorpe Park footpath, I stopped for a moment to enjoy the surroundings.

Nothing glamorous, exciting or dramatic, I just thought the sight of the dogs happily romping, the kids asleep in their prams, a pensioner who had brought his own cushion sat on a bench reading his Sunday Newspaper (Sun on Sunday I think), combined with the sun coming out again and the pleasant weather was worth recording and cheered me up a bit.

10d3Up to the top and right down to the flats, I walked (Well, limped slipped and tripped) down through the Copse. Inside, there were no flowers whatever, loads of bird poo, human detritus and damaged trees? As I got out into the sunshine and walked through the field to the bottom on the gravel footpath, the flowers were everywhere. No idea what these were called, but they were facing in every direction?

I called in to see if Olive was alright on my way home. She was in fine form.

10d3aGlad to get my shoes off and slippers on, I shuffled for a WRWW.

Emptied the bag of purchases and stored them away.

Had a quick look at the TV paper, and found some stuff to watch tonight. You watch it now – three nights of no nod-offs and couldn’t get to sleep…

Decided on a salad tonight. Pate, tomatoes, gherkins, peppers… I’d had some chips with it if I hadn’t left them out of the freezer last night. Huh!

Made a cuppa and got on the laptop to update this tosh.

Made an order for some fodder from Morrisons, for delivery Monday 1st August 2016 twixt 1000>1100hrs.

P1110471Suddenly feeling a bit drained here, oh dear.

The meal was okay.

I wasn’t.

The first bread I’d eaten for a week now. (Smug mode adopted)

Lifeless, limp and longing for sleep. Spent ages watching the TV, then DVD’s waiting to fall asleep.

Inchcock Today Sat 30 July 2016: Not one of me better days, but Olive cheered me up no end, bless her.

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10d2Saturday 30th July 2016

0530hrs: Stirred feeling rather reluctant to get up, but a demand for a WRWW forced me to extract myself from the £300 second-hand shuddering recliner chair and to the throne – glad to say things were moving in the WRHD (Wet Room Heavy Duty) department again after yesterday’s hiatus. Painful mind.

The dreams last night were vague in my memory, but the feeling that they were not nice was prevalent.

To the kitchen to find the cold water tap gently running, that’ll have done the Water Bill no end of good! But at least I hadn’t left the plug in, Phew!

Got the laptop going and tried to do some Facebooking, at this stage, the internet connection kept packing up so often, I gave up.

Took the medications, then spent a few hours assembling the new drug pots I bought yesterday and filled them.

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Still got some of the large old pots to use, and on the morning doses in the new pots, it was a struggle to get them all in. Obviously, I’ll use the old ones first. I must say it took a lot less time to sort the out in the new pots. Seven to a pack with snap lids with release buttons.

Last night I took a photographicalisation of me veg stew and chicken thigh dinner, I know I did! This morning, there was no sign of it on the camera?

10d3aBack to the wetroom for another WRWW, and found when I got on the scales, they were working much better than yesterday. Hehe! Mind you, I had got rid of a good bit of weight earlier on the throne.

I got the Crock-Pot vegetables ready and into it on slow mode. Only carrots, parsnips and swede, flavoured with some black bean sauce, Bisto lamb gravy and lamb bouillon seasoning. I intend to have them with the last two minted lamb chops. Hope it tastes alright, not too confident with this trying out new ideas with me fodder.

10dWhile doing this, I noticed on the kitchen tool rack thingy two of them that I wasn’t sure of.

The one on the left, I suspect is for cutting pizzas, cause I reckon I’ve seen them used in adverts on the Gogglebox? It certainly will not be used for that in my flat.

Pizzas – eurgh!

The multi-use one in the centre? I can see what looks like an old style bottle-opener, I think that’s what it is? I’m just inquiring like.

Gave Facebooking another try… Slow connection, but working again. I spent several hours catching up. When the connection started getting slower and jumpy, I packed up, checked the Crock-Pot and got the shower and ablutions tended to.

Went to see Olive. Nice chinwag, a cuppa and a cuddle. Returned to the flat and the vegetables were done in the Crock-Pot, so I got the last lamb chops in the oven and added two potato cakes to them later.

Washing the porcelain pot was not as easy as I hoped it would be. Some of the black bean sauce had attached to the inner of the pot, and was determined to stay there! Had to leave it soaking in soda washing-up liquid and bleach. 

10k3Ended up with an odd looking unattractive mixed meal. However, I enjoyed it. 

Potato cakes with Marmite dabs, two overcooked tiny lamb chops, carrots swede and onions, potatoes with Marmite dabs all flavoured with black bean sauce and a chicken thigh!

As I said, not attractive to look at, but tasty all the same! Having said this, the rumbling and the grumbling of the stomach during the night was at least understandable! Hehe!

Had a Lemon Drizzle, and finished the washing up and, popped onto the scales to see if I had gained any weight… Humph!

Got the 4th series Auf Wiedersehen Tape on and got over half way before the WRWW demands started, then the nod-offs…

Inchcock Today Fri 29 July 2016: Mixed sort of day, ups and downs yer know…

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Friday 29th July 2016

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The worst nights rest since I’ve been in this flat. Horrendous! The WRWW’s and dreams didn’t help either!

I really believed this part of the dream was happening in real life: Back at work, but working seemingly for many of the companies I had worked for, and in the army again in battle conditions? I was going all over the country in different vehicles searching for a factory, being shot at and mortared, when I found the plant, I got lost on foot, then the chase began. People of all sorts pursued me, shouting, swearing, shooting and throwing things at me.Then I was on a canal in a flimsy wooden rowing boat, fighter planes (Hurricanes) diving down and strafing me… 

Then I was on a canal in a rickety wooden rowing boat painted pink and blue, fighter planes (Hurricanes) diving down and strafing me… I sank and found myself in another battle in a high rise block, the binoculars I was using started giving out jazz music? 

The last bit I remembered is when I was in a canteen demanding Marmite on my meal and the lady growling and hitting me with large saucepan… Oh ‘eck!

0520hrs: I got out of the £300 rattling second-hand recliner for the umpteenth time for another WRWW, and trod on the torch that I must have knocked over during the dreaming, and down I went, Whoopsiedangledplopped again! No bleeding from ‘Little Inchy’ again.

Made a cuppa, cleaned the sink area and took the medications. Laptop on and back to the wetroom for a WRWW again!

CorelDraw X8 froze again. I was not feeling too good now, the ulcer being the biggest hiatus.

Weighed my slab of flesh on the visit for a WWHD (Failed) session – oh dearie me… 3lb increase from yesterday??? Surely the scales can’t be right I thought – then I recalled the nibbling I did early last night after the meal? Shame joined the pain in my disgrace and depression!

The WWHD job was not successful at all, painful, bloody and escaping wind ponged something awful!

Took a shower and freshened up.

Remembered that Olive had arranged for the cleaning team owner to visit later around 1000hrs to sort out what I need, what she can provide, and how much it will cost. Hope she can do the oven at least. I’ll ask if she can ‘Do-me’ for general cleaning once a fortnight?

 Carried out the ablutions and had a jolly good shower. Lemon soap today.

10d3aGot the shower seat ready for taking away. A smaller stool would do me much better than the chair, and not get in the way so much.

Made another brew and back on the laptop and updated this bit.

The Nottingham City Home’s Occupational Therapist Assessor is due in 15 minutes, to check the wetroom out.

An hour later, he not arriving, I popped in to see Olive, but she was not in. Trotted down to the Comunity Shed to see if I could find Deana to phone about the shower chair, but no-one in.

Spur of the moment, as I was walking back past the bus stop, I had a chat with a couple of tenants and caught the bus into Arnold to get the photos from P1110455Thursdays Tenants Social Hour printed.

For a Friday, Arnold Main Street looked a bit baron of people?

Went into Asda (Walmart) and got the photographs in the machine, paid for them, got the receipt and did a bit of shopping. Tomato puree, naughty shortcake biscuits and a sweet mini cheese topped cob. Paid up and to the kiosk to collect the photographs, only three this week.

P1110456Feeling tired as I hobbled up to the bus stop to catch the L9 back to Sherwood and the flats.

The assaulted bench seats were less one more wooden bar today I think?

Had a lovely chinwag on the bus, but the lady bid her farewells and got off shortly, and I fell asleep! As luck would have it, another woman, who was from the flats had got on while I was snoozing, and woke me up as she laughed me into consciousness for the bus stop we needed! I did feel a fool, but it got me chinwagging with her for a few minutes.

I called at Olive’s on the way to the flat, but she was still out, back to the apartment and WRWW. Missed the midday medications but took the evening ones early with a cuppa. Made a meal and took a photo of it – but when it came to me downloading it – it had gone from the camera?

The washing up took ages. The slow cooker I’d done the vegetables in was most determined in its efforts to cling onto them. I dropped the bowl taking it out of the sink Hehe!

Nipped around to see if Olive had returned. Her beautiful beaming smile greeted me and let me in so we could have a chinwag. She was a bit better than yesterday I’m glad to report. Eventually, she had to throw me out. Haha, not joking!

Back in the flat and a WRWW later, and feeling cheered by seeing, chatting and gossiping with  Olive, I thought I’d have a go at cleaning the kitchen windows. I got the cleaners and cloths ready, but caught me finger on the awkward mechanism to release the window to turn it round, and the resulting little lesion bled for a few minutes. This discouraged my efforts, and I put away the cleaners and cloths!

Washed and ready to settle down to watch some TV, and I looked at a lot too, for hours… between nodding off periods, which were probably longer than the actual watching TV periods… does that make sense?

Inchcock Today Thur 28 July 2016: British Gas to tackle again – Changed their story – then changed it again!

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Might be fun when it drops off? Hehe!

Thursday 28th July 2016

10d2After I thought I’d got my head down last night – I woke seemingly every half an hour in a pickle fretting and worrying. Many trips for a WRWW (WetRoom Weewee) required until around 0500hrs when at last I got off, so to speak. And this was not easy, dismounting the sometimes working, sometimes not £300 second-hand brown recliner, then getting back in it wasn’t relaxed either!

I stirred around 0625hrs, again in need of a WRWW and also a WRHD (WetRoom Heavy Duty).

Did the ablutions and made a cuppa, taking the morning medications.

Laptop on to do this diary and some graphicalisationing on CorelDrawX8.

Asda delivery not come yet, still there’s another half-hour to go. Arrived and I sorted the things away. The man had forgotten the paperwork, but still, this  is Asda (Walmart) we’re talking about.

Went to see Olive, she was much better and in fine form. I’ll call again later to see her.

Hobbled to the bottle bank to take the jars I took with me yesterday to take to the bottle bank and brought them back to the flat with me… I thought that the bag was little heavy Hehe!

Back to the flat and updated this page.

Went to the Tenants Social Hour early at the Community Hut, to see Deana about the French-owned British Gas mystery bill that had arrived before it started. She was getting a bit annoyed now, after four arrivals of reminders for the bill they have told her three times had been closed?

Warden Deana Walker rang British Gas again (Over an hour) for me.
This time, a different story emerged: It appears the two tariffs are on the same meter now? They intend to merge the two – thus making my bill twice as much?
This after being told at least three times by British Gas in the past that they had closed this fictional extra account!
Deana asked them to send someone out to sort and assess the situation.
So, now I await Deana to have a look and then the BG representative getting in touch to arrange a visit…
1220hrs: Ah, Deana is here now talking to British gas as she looks at the meter… She gave the all the details yet again to a different representative who told her the account in question was definitely closed 28th June 2016. This the same account that they are going to merge with my proper account???
She was then put onto someone else and explained it all again to this one. She waited patiently, for the return to the phone, of the lady she had been speaking to this time…
1240hrs: Still waiting. 1253hrs: Still waiting… 1258hrs… (Missed her dinner break now!) 1259hrs The Lady (Leigh) returned, said had checked on the company database, and what Abdul told her earlier was incorrect, the account they were still sending out bills for no longer exists!
Nice that!
I await further developments with an uncomfortable feeling of dread in my old mechanical heart.

Called to see Olive, not so good this morning, but still looking radiant. 

To the Social Hour. BJ came, he was in fine form.

10d3aA few more attendees there today. At my table, left to right Bill (William on Sundays), BJ in fine form, Toni Bless her, Bill (Gumps) Two and the marvellous 93-year-old Eddy, rightly at the head of the table. Handed out the nibbles and chatted a with many of the folks today.

Called to see Olive, she had arranged for the cleaning lady to come see me tomorrow around 1000hrs to see about ‘doing’ the oven for me and putting me on her list for general cleaning. Cost, what needs doing etc.

Back to the flat and updated this page.

Hassle from CorelDraw X8, not idea how to get the copy/paste icon working. Closed and opened twice and it came back on its own?

10k3Got  hunger pangs and had an early meal.

At last, someone rang my new doorbell. Went and opened the door and nobody was there? Hehe!

Took the medications and virtually collapsed into the £300 second-hand recliner.

Feeling unhappy and fretting a bit Olive not feeling too well, the British Gas fiasco, Deana not happy with all the hassle, stomach ulcer playing up and this later caused me to nibble extras later in the night, even had three cold boiled potatoes! Tsk!

Rea Flux joined in with Duo Denal giving me grief, I felt down and then the WRWW’s started and repetitively stayed with me all night.

Again sleep came well into the early hours… I was not a happy laddie! Ah, well!

Inchcock Today Wed 27 July 2016: British Gas strike again! Grève de British Gas à nouveau!

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Wednesday 27th July 2016

Środa 27 lipca 2016

Woke around 0330hrs, I’d been in the middle of a dream where I was being mollycoddled by several women of my age group, in a gigantic sized kitchen with many cookers around the walls, and dogs and cats were playing happily together around us. I had complete imperturbation. Boy, I was enjoying it.

Nodded off again, with hopes that I might return to this dream, of course, I couldn’t. Huh!

Woke again around 0530hrs, this time fretting over things, soon a demand for the WRWW & WWHD arrived. The £300 second-hand recliner shuddered in response to my pressing the button, and allowed me out of it. The duties required were carried out, not without some pain, but I’m used to that recently. Haem Aroids bled a bit, but Little Inchy had not bled at all.

Into the kitchen to put the kettle on, had to go back to the wet-room as I feared I’d left the tap running, I hadn’t, but had left the light on – and; Found my slippers behind the shower curtain? Back to the kitchen and took the photo at the top of this post. Don’t know why, but I found this view so heart warming and welcoming? I momentarily felt such a lucky person.

Made a brew, turned and knocked some tea bags off the counter and they spilt down in the narrow gap between the cooker.

Got the grabber to retrieve them, of course, they broke open while I did this. Used the Dyson to clean up the tea leaves. It took me a while to find the proper narrow attachment to use. The battery ran out half way through. Put the Dyson on charge and used the cheapo one, which also ran out of battery, put that on to charge too.

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Whoopsiedangleplop!

Note the empty jars ready for when I see if Olive has any to go as well, and I’ll take them all to the Bottle-bank… Three jars? Well, only two got there, as I managed to knock one off when I took the vacuum off charge later.

Got the brush and pan to clear the broken glass and had to get down to reach some that had gone behind the door… getting back up was deserving of an award if it had been filmed. The back and right knee went as I tried to get back up, I grabbed onto one of the countertops near the sink to help myself rise, caught a bottle of cleaner and that descended to the floor with the cap coming off of course. Got the mop and bucket out and utilised them.

Bending down to rinse the mop afterwards, I managed with ease to clout me head on the sink edge. Creakingly I got the pain gel and rubbed it in where I could reach to. I felt like I’d been up for hours and hours by then, and felt a bit sorry for missen too! Hehe!

10Made another cuppa and took me medications, WRWW and got the laptop on.

Email check, WordPressing and Facebooking followed for several hours.

I must say these new scales are behaving themselves this dreary morning. Hehe!

Got ready and had a WRWW and marvellous shave and a shower ablutions.Went to see how Olive was.

Went to see how Olive was. She had recovered nicely and had enjoyed her day out yesterday. We had a lovely chinwag, and she massaged some pain-gel into the areas I could not reach, bless her cotton socks.

She really did look fantastic today! XXX

BG2I got back to the flat, to find yet another repeat red-demand from the British Gas morons! And the INR Warfarin blood level result.

Booked next appointment for the INR test for Tuesday next – unfortunately once again they could only give me one for 1215hrs. But never mind. At least I got in for the right day. This time means I can’t et out to do anything early, and it’s too late to get anything done when I collapse so early in the day. Humph!

Then, I updated my complaint on TrustPilot. The top statement on the letter was “Call us about the money you owe!”

The Trust Pilot now reads:

Charged for a non-existent meter on another account number with my name

I am getting on a bit and moved into a Nottingham City Homes high-rise aided-flats.
I set-up a direct debit to pay British Gas and almost a year later received a demand from them for another account number that had my name and correct address on it.

Being partially deaf, I asked Deana, the warden, who contacted BG, and almost two hours later, they told her that this account would be closed on 7th June 2016.

On the 7th of July 2016, another letter arrived asking if I had forgotten to pay this bill?
Julie, the other warden, rang them to try and sort this out, but it took so long, her going home time arrived. Seems I may have to pay to have the second (Non-existent) meter removed/disconnected?

Four days later, I managed to get Deana to ring again. Eventually, again, they informed her that the account would be closed.

I now wait nervously for the next ‘Reminder’.
Hey-ho!

Well well well… The following Saturday – Oh, Marvelous! French Owned British Gas, who last week told Warden Deana the Electricity Bill would be scrapped for the second time, have sent me a Red Letter Bill with threats now! Losing me credit rating – demanding the £250+ I don’t owe them!

So frustrated, I did a post about them and put it on Facebook, LinkedIn and on WordPress too!

So annoyed with them for lying to my warden twice now! Grrr!

So, another demand arrives, and my aided-flat warden had had to ring them again for me.

Warden Deana told me once again, the account is to be closed, and I have nothing to worry about. (Humph!)

Now, a few days later today, I get another demand for this non-existent meter with my name on it, once again for the £250.32.
“Call us about the money you owe” is the headline on it!

The replacement the ticker, angina and sticking reflux valve are not happy with this extra unwarranted hassle from British Gas, especially after Deana rang them for I think the fourth time – now I have to bother her again for the fifth time. After being told on every occasion, the account would be closed.
My health is suffering over this, and enough is enough! I will be seeking legal advice as recommended by the medical staff.

When and if I ever feel up to it!
All I want is peace and a hassle-free existence.
Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit, I understand, but my patience is getting thin.

I hope I don’t snuff it before this is sorted.
Where can I get some help on this, can anyone help?

The absolute Swines! Doing my heart, duodenal ulcer no favours at all! I didn’t think I could be filled with so much anger and frustration nowadays, but thanks to British Gas, I know I can!

I put the black bean nosh in the oven to have with me boiled potatoes later.

Tried to get on with the funny ode and graphics about showering and going to see Olive. But the renewed hassle made concentrating very difficult, got some of it done, but not much. However, I persisted and got it finished after about 4 hours.

Panic! The meal in the oven! I rushed into the kitchen to find I had not turned the oven on (Just as well innit?).

Back to the graphicalisationing while the fodder cooked.

P1110442No bad at all, and again I had no bread with the meal.

Rated this one at 9.24/10.

The usual fatigue came over me.

I got the nibbles ready in the bag for the Tenants Social Hour in the morning, must remember to take the British Gas Bill with me in case I see Deana.

Oh, the Asda order coming twixt 0700>0900hrs too.

Took the medications late, due to me spending far too much time on the internet. Huh!

Watch some TV… a lot of TV. Got up to finish this post off. Because Virgin Media might be cutting us off for a day to allow for mobile upgrading?

Nodded off into dreamland…

I only wanted a shave and shower! – How hard can that be?

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Having a Shave and Shower…

I wanted to be presentable, to visit Olive in flat eighty-two,

Thought: I’ll take a shower and shave, that’s what I’ll do,

Then I had to have a session on the loo,

Good job I’d used the lemon scented Toilet-Bloo,

Readied for the best shave a man can get, it must be true,

The Gillette razor, two blades and Hydration Moisturiser mark two!

Moments later, I felt like Victor Meldrew, too

Much blood was drawn, a scar left my ear-lobe all askew,

 But I got the after-shave & TCP on it, it’d stop soon I knew.

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I went to move the shower chair – a dizzy and before I knew,

I was entangled in it and to the fall I flew,

Hit the wall with my head, now all bestrew,

Some doctoring I had to do,

TCP applied to the, that made me say Ooh!

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Luckily, no blood was drew (Bad English bit it’ll do for you),

Moved the chair and back in the showering to do,

My language was rather I admit, rather blue,

The pump gurgled, why it does this I never knew,

Applied the carbolic soap and honeydew,

Scrubbed away singing, the words of which I knew few,

The lump on my head swelled and grew,

A headache bad, but no hiatus or issue,

Soon I would be at Olives, so from the shower, I withdrew.

Citrus underarm sprayed, the Brut lid I couldn’t unscrew,

The toothpaste top was a bit hard to undo,

Sit-ups, press-ups and squats, each one hundred and twenty-two,

Shadow boxed and handstands like daily I do,

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Changed into me best togs, mainly in Sky-blue,

Rushed off to see Olive, for who my love is true!

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Doctors say at our ages, passions, we should subdue?

I say, thanks and but from this advice we just may Eschew!

I fank you!

Inchcock Today 26 July 2016: Only a minor Whoopsiedangleplop today.

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Tuesday 26th July 2016

Not much sleep last night at all. Late dropping off, the Whoopsidangleplop from the rear and having to have a shower, and the dreams made sure of that! Having no Olive to visit made things worse. And I could not remember the dreams! Tsk!

Struggled to disentangle my body from the from the £300 second-hand recliner that was in the half-up-half-down position and refusing to move, despite the grinding noise, it was making.

WRWW and WWHD carried out, then a quick wash and shave – then a search that was up to now, unsuccessful, to find my slippers? During which, I remembered the food delivery coming twixt 0700>0900hrs, I’ve got to see Warden Deana about the shower chair and INR blood test at 1230hrs.

Did my ablutions.

Asda (Walmart) delivery came, they substituted Two sweet potatoes in batter, for One Asda American Smokin’ BBQ pulled pork beef red pepper with rice? Luckily I like sweet potatoes. Humph!

Made a cuppa and took the medications. Laptop on and WordPressing were done.

10k6Unbelievable!

Another look for the slippers.

Lovely morning as I set off to the Community Shed to see someone about the shower chair and changing it to a stool for me. Nobody in, so I set off on a slow and steady walk to the Surgery.

10bAt the corner of Winchester Hill and Chestnut Walk, a clump of blackberry bushes sticking out and over the netting caught my attention, I just had to take a photographicalisation of it. The different stages of ripening all in the same shot.

One of my better shots this one, I might post it on the flowers and animals Facebook page later. Plodded gently on, having plenty of time with my not finding anyone in the Community Hut.

10dAs I got over the last hill and down to Carrington, a Pavement Cyclist was coming up the hill almost had me as he looked across the road instead of where he was going!

It’s not as if the road was busy, was it? If he is too scared to cycle on the road, he shouldn’t be riding a bike – the Crudnut!

10d2Down to the surgery and booked in, to the waiting area – Huh!, I’d not taken me crossword book with me! I selected a woman’s magazine and read about HRM. The nurse came to collect me early bless her, and she could not help herself when she saw the lump on my head – the nurse laughed so much, I thought she was gong to injure herself! We had a chinwag, and she took the blood, gave her the nibbles and I was off to the Lidl store.

Got three little cobs, two desserts, new potatoes and a wonderfully formed gut-wrenching sneer from the checkout operator. Obviously, the gal was an experienced and well Lidl-trained member of staff. I checked afterwards to see if I’d been overcharged, but no, not this time.

Out to the bus-stop and caught an 87 bus into Sherwood, no chance of walking it back, the right ankle had joined the headache in giving me some hassle. But Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis had eased off nicely thank you.

At the bus-stop in Sherwood, I crossed the road and spotted a few fellow tenants at the stop, so knew a bus was due. This was not the case in actual fact, but a number 40 came sharpishly, and some of us got on for a few stops up the hill, we alighted and walked back to the flats. A lady and her other half helped me off the bus, the right ankle was bad again.

We had a good natter, and I left them en route, to all in the Community Shed, where I found the Wardens in. Deana rang the NCH number on the card they left and arranged for them to call to inspect the wet-room on Friday around 1000hrs. Gave them a nibble and limped back to the flat. Both lifts working again now, but still only one dryer in the laundry room.

Took the midday medications (Late I know!) I took an extra painkiller hopefully to counter the agony of a throbbing headache and ankle pain, WRWW and made a cuppa. Laptop on to update this and do some graphicalisationing. Added the NCH visit on Friday to the Google Calendar.

10d1Found this photo as I was downloading another from the camera. No idea why, how, when or even if I took it in the first place?

Got the potatoes in the saucepan simmering.

Hope Olive is doing alright on her trip out.

Had another look for the slippers – Aha! Found them in a rubbish bin in the Wetroom? I don’t know either!

Opened the airing cupboard door, and as I dug into the back to get a clean pair of pyjama bottoms out –  I clouted my head right on the bruise on the edge of the door – Think I said something like “Oh, fancy that!”

10k3Decided to have the Brussels pate with mushrooms and garden peas with the potatoes for my fodder.

Got cried away a bit when it came to making it. Polish pork, sweet potatoes, new potatoes, beetroot, tomatoes, red peppers and fresh peas, with an apple banana, lemon drizzle and the two cobs from Lidl.

Horrible time trying to get to sleep again, fretting about Olive and everything else that came into mind! Tsk!

Inchcock Today Mon 25 July 16: Photographs from the Nottingham Riviera! Olive not very well.

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Monday 25th July 2016

Kept waking up throughout the night, but this allowed me to scribbles some notes, of the dream I’d been having. A right mishmash they were too.

  • I was back in security and chasing around many of the sites I actually had worked at over the years, unable to locate the security swipe points and getting frustrated with myself…
  • Then I was in an old wash-house that dear Mother used before she ran away, and I was hiding in all sorts of places from everyone but did not know why?
  • Then, I was back with Grizelda in 1965… but I’ll miss the details on this one if you don’t mind.
  • Then, I was operating on myself? I hovered above my torso and was replacing the heart with pieces from a Meccano set… Then I was back in the body and telling me it was not working and needed some WD40, back out and above, I couldn’t find any WD40 and used shaving gel instead? I think this one went on a long time, but can only remember falling off the operating table and a waiter picking me up? Odd one, that.

GCB06cI greeted my new house-pet, Koala Katie. She’s very affectionate. Hehe!

The £300 second-hand recliner chair noisily allowed me out of it for a WRWW and WWHD session. Haem Aroids was bleeding a bit, Little Inchy was no bleeding at all and I stubbed my toe on the shower chair leg. I moved this into the spare room with all the other detritus that needs sorting out.

Weighed myself. Damned things couldn’t have been working properly… 2lb increase? After I’d just got rid of what felt like a few pounds on the throne as well. Huh!

Made a brew and took the medications. Then got the laptop going 10k4and spent far too long graphicastionalising and finishing off yesterday’s post.

Wrote an email of thanks to Marie in Australia for her bundle of gifts as a house warming present wot she sent me.

Checked other emails, Sister Jane sent me a photograph of Arthur, who had claimed ownership of what Jane now calls the ‘Stutch’ I bought them.

So glad, he took to it.

Jane also said it was Mothers birthday yesterday. I was told that at mine she told the midwife: “I don’t want it, throw it in the Trent!” She later confirmed this. Not a lot of people can say that!

Did some Facebooking.

 

 

Inchcock Today Sun 24 Jul 16: Up early, laundry room, Whoopsiedangleplop, Pressie from Australia, and Olive visited!

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Sunday 24th July 2016

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During a rare moment of sleep, I dreamt of high-class lifts and female ghost telling me to use a parachute to get down to the laundry room? I think I actually got on a phone to ordered one from Asda (Walmart)?

0435hrs: I rose and climbed out of the £300 second-hand recliner that was working, shuddering a bit, but working, and decided to get the washing done early. Best laid plans eh? WRWW. No wash, no drink, no medications, got straight down to the laundry room.

A lady had just started her washing, she had 55 minutes to wait, I put my laundry on quick mode 30 minutes, but wouldn’t transfer it to the one working dryer until the lady had got her washing into the dryer. So tried to work out the timing needed: I can take out my washing in 30 minutes, wait another hour and a half I think… no then wait another hour for the lady to use the dryer, then go back down and transfer my stuff to the dryer – this, all being dependent on the fact that nobody nips down and get using the dryer in between… I confused myself here.

Back up to 72 and got this started, made a cuppa and took the medications. A rather painful WRHD job.

Unsure if I should go down after 35 minutes and remove the washing to the bag, wait an hour… no, it’ll be an hour and a half? Then hopefully get to use the dryer, or should I leave the clothes in the machine… someone might come ad take it out for me, do a quick wash and then I’ll never get to use the dryer… I’m still confused! Might be best to go down and stand guard reading my book? Hehe!

Topped this up again, WRWW, and then down, with the Victoria Wood book to the lobby. About 0630hrs I got down there, and the ladies washing was neither in the washer or dryer? I think I’d got further confused now? So, no sign of the ladies togs, I put my washing into the one and only dryer and returned to the flat, made a cuppa and updated this again.

I’ve just read the two preceding paragraphs, and they are confusing and unclear. But I’m afraid that is how I am at the moment? Huh!

10d3WRWW, Did some graphicalisationing before going back down to the laundry room.

The dryer had done a good job, moved and folded the clean attire and got it in the bag.

Cleaned out the gunk-filter.

The machines looked a bit sad on the outsides of them, so I cleaned them and the sink area, swept the floor and gave a squirt of air freshener around.

Then back up again to the flat. Put away the gear in the airing cupboard made a cuppa and updated this., and then edited yesterday’s and posted it off.

10eGot on the scales…

Ahem!

Please to note, that they were working correctly this morning – 1lb nd a bit down on yesterday!

I had a smug, warm feeling come all over me, Hehe!

I and then edited yesterday’s and posted it off. Many many hours (In between many, many many WRWW visits), doing blogging graphics and Facebooking were devoured.

Went for a shower and decided to move the new shower chair out of the way and got in a mess, had a dizzy and:

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I now have a newly bruised and dented head. Hehe!

10bAfter I had got myself medicationalised and dressed, two men arrived with the parcel from Australia!

T’was from a TFZ site Angel, Marie.

Warmed me heart it did!

A selection of Australian house-warming gifts, no less! The only ones I got too, makes them more precious!

10d1aThe new house-pet she sent me, is marvellous!

I instantly Christened her with the name of ‘Koala Katie’!

She checked out me throbbing new bruise on my head, and Koala-Katie now residing at the side of my laptop! Of course, she is within easy reach for when I settle in the £300 shuddering sometimes working, £300 second-hand recliner for the night. Hehehe!

Can you believe I’m already chatting away to her? Of course, you can.

Thanks a million Marie! XXXXXX

10I went to see Olive, who massaged my shoulders and back with the pain gel and we had a good chinwag.

She never complains, but I could see she was having a bad day, so brave and appealing is Olive.

She threw me out. Hehe, not really!

Back to the flat, and depression joined the aching head for some reason. There must be something wrong with me (apart from the obvious like), a super gift from Marie in Australia that cheered me up, Olive visit that cheered me up, then I go and feel down minutes later? Bonkers!

Got the TV on, but no chance of sleeping for ages again.

Hey-ho! TTFN