
Might be fun when it drops off? Hehe!
Thursday 28th July 2016
After 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.
A 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?
Got 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!


Made another cuppa and took me medications, WRWW and got the laptop on.
I got back to the flat, to find yet another repeat red-demand from the British Gas morons! And the INR Warfarin blood level result.
No bad at all, and again I had no bread with the meal.




Unbelievable!
At 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.
As 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!
Down 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.
Found 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?
Decided to have the Brussels pate with mushrooms and garden peas with the potatoes for my fodder.
I greeted my new house-pet, Koala Katie. She’s very affectionate. Hehe!
and spent far too long graphicastionalising and finishing off yesterday’s post.
WRWW, Did some graphicalisationing before going back down to the laundry room.
Got on the scales…
After I had got myself medicationalised and dressed, two men arrived with the parcel from Australia!
The new house-pet she sent me, is marvellous!
I went to see Olive, who massaged my shoulders and back with the pain gel and we had a good chinwag.
Woke very late, gone 0630hrs, an exquisite morning, the £300 second-hand recliner let me out of it for another urgent WRWW – I’d had many of these demands during the night, ruined me kipping!
When I finished on Facebook, I checked the emails. During which, the shower seat was delivered by a cheerful Nottingham City Homes chappie.
The fodder was presented and eaten with some relish, I might add.
Emails and comments from British Gas regarding my complaint about their service on TrustPilot, the company assessment site.
We were soon in town and I dropped off at the terminus on Queen Street.
I caught a tram out to Beeston. Very few folks about today?
So, back on the tram to Nottingham.
A more fierce lethargy suddenly attacked me without warning…
Made a cuppa and took the medications. Laptop on to do the diary. Checked the emails: Did an Asda order and passed wind, and then did my ablutions.
for the nurses, a mushroom pate and some Sainsbury English Vine, plum tomatoes.
As I turned the bend at the end of Chestnut Walk to go right down the hill onto Mansfield Road, I spied this rather beautiful bloom on the blackberry bushes.
Whoopsiedangleplop, but the white van with its break lights on managed to screech to a sideways stop before it hit the grey Vauxhall people carrier in front of it.
At one point, there were five other people in the waiting area, and every one of them was using a mobile phone.
Walked through the so-called Bulwell Market Place on my way to the Fulton food store.
I poddled to the station to catch a tram back into Nottingham City Centre.
