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Kept springing awake throughout the night? Eventually around 0520hrs, nature, or rather demand, for bodily functions to be performed, forced me to lower the shuddering £300 second-hand recliner and visit the porcelain throne. A little bleeding from Haem Aroids but Little Inchy did not bleed at all.
A good start I thought. Went to make a cuppa, took the medications, did the BP tests and got the laptop on. Did some graphics and started this off after finishing the Monday post.
I had to smile again when I saw Lynton’s postcard on the desk.
This started me thinking about when would be the best time for me to take a shower. I had not realised how noisy the water pump would be until I tried it yesterday morning.
I must try to see Barbara next door and find out if the sound had bothered her at all. Hopefully, if it didn’t, I can take a shower regularly in the early morning. Yesterday, Olive said she could hear the flat above her when they use theirs. Her family were taking her out yesterday, must try to call and see if she enjoyed it, what with all the rain like.
Made another cuppa and a pot of porridge and got on Facebooking for an hour or so, to catch up on it.
Sister Jane rang, told me to look at page eight of the Nottingham Post, about a resident who had a Whoopsiedangeplop and had to go to the hospital, and the help he had received.
Noticed a photo of the floods in Nottingham.
Got ready and took my shower and abluted my extremities. No, belay that notification, a change of mind and I did a few hours work on the graphicationalisationing instead. Then back on Facebook, because I’ve got such a lot of running about to do tomorrow, I treated me to a day in.
Facebooking over now, I’ll get the things ready for my second shower. TTFN.
Oh dearie me!
Caught the edge of the interagic incisure of me left ear-hole with the razor blade. Boy did it bleed. TCP’d 
and after shave generously applied, I thought I’d stopped in and got in the shower.
Huh! Blood all over me and the new wet-room floor now!
Had to keep the paper towels soaking it up, I used a few, dabbing all the time when drying off and cleaning the room, and getting me nosh on, and updating this tosh… still it hasn’t stopped, although it’s slowing down nicely… I hope.
The pie and baked beans, must be ready now, so I’ll nip off and sort it and catch up on this in the morning. TTFN.
Medications took and the simple nosh served and enjoyed.
Spiced beetroot, seasoned baked beans, beef slice and tomatoes with a slice of bread, an apple and a banana. Followed
Followed by a lemon dessert.
The bleeding from the ear began to lessen at last. died down recliner with tissues paper towels nearby
Did the washing, wrote a note of things to do tomorrow. I dived down recliner with tissues paper towels nearby
I dived down into the £300 second-hand noisy but working recliner with many paper towels to hand nearby on the arm of the chair.
And much used they were over the next few hours.
I think putting the headphones on to listen to the sound from the TV might have helped with the eventual stopping of the bleeding, many hours later.
I’ll mention this to the nurse in the morning if I remember.
With the ear-hole needing dabbing for so long, it was very late before I got off to sleep.
Tsk!
Tuesday 14th June 20160530hrs: Up and had a bodily scour,
Yes, at last, I got in the shower,
It lasted for well over an hour,
I gave it some waterpower,
Carbolic soap and talcum powder,
Afterwards, I smelt like a new flower!
Yes, finally I was refreshed. No messing about this morning, got the items needed and straight into the shower room, everything seemed to work correctly, no cold or hot shocks, slips, Whoopsiedangleplops or dizzies either.
The only thing that I was concerned about was the oh-so-very noisy water pump that might have disturbed my neighbour Barbara. In future, I’ll take the shower at night, I think, early evening perhaps. I’ll ask Barbara if I see her if it bothered her.
I titivated the room, remembered to turn off the power, then made a cuppa and took the medications and did my BP tests. The Sys and Dia were a bit higher than usual at 151 & 49, that would be due to me getting all excited about taking me shower? Hehe!
I got CorelDraw going, and somehow, it is currently letting me save to jpg again? Don’t know what I did right this time, but I did delete 815 files?
Walked down to the Community Hut to see Deana, who sorted the insurance renewal out for me, bless her. On the way back, I saw Olive, that cheered me up. She was waiting for the fish van to arrive, which it did, and she got hers first, as it was raining the gals took turns in going out to his van for their fish fodder. I went back to the flat with her, and she showed me her Wet-Room, and she had a pole that reaches top and bottom, with small corner shelves on it, seemed a super idea to me. Olive told me she got it from Wilko. We had a gossip, and I returned to my place and went the things ready for me to go to Arnold, and decided to call at Wilko see if I could get one of the poles, then to Asda (Walmart) to get the photo’s done and some fodder.
I was soon out at the bus stop with a few other tenants, waiting in the rain.
Good for me that it was raining this morning because that meant I could sneak a photographicalisation of some of them together.
I love listening and having a chatter with these folks occasionally.
When the first, Nottingham destined L9 bus arrived, I was left all on my own.
I took a selfie (I think they are called, a photograph of myself like), to show how sad I felt at losing their company.
Note I’ve got my Flobber-dob hat on, the one from the Pound Shop? It covers my hearing aids and glasses in the rain, excellent!
I arrived in Arnold and went to the Wilko store first.
See the top of this photo on the left? I had the pretty-coloured £1 shop umbrella with me today, and I needed it to take this picture under!
Wilko told me they no longer stocked the poles with shelves on – I could have cried, I’d got almost enthusiastic about getting one for my Wet-Room – Sob!
I poddled and paddled along to the Asda Store and got the photographs done on the machine. Somehow I ordered the Two-day instead of One hour process, though. Humph! Still, Nae bother, I can collect them on Thursday after the Social Hour and Doctors INR blood test… I hope.
Did some shopping, again. Apples, prepared fresh casserole veg, Batch Bread and Lemon desserts jumped into my basket as I passed them… again…
Went to catch the L9 back to the flats.
The public bench near the bus stop had taken a further battering and looked in a very sorry state thanks to the local hoodlums.
Managed to keep awake on the trip back to Woodthorpe Court, well I did nod off, a couple of times but was awake when we arrived in time to press the stop bell. Haha!
Bootiful!
When I got in the flat, the rain stopped a moment and everything outside looked so green, fresh and new.
I got the fodder away, put the receipt for the photographs in last weeks envelope on the kitchen window shelf behind the accoutrements pot. I write this so I can look back and find it when I can’t find it on Thursday, yer see.
Took the midday medications, made a cuppa and got the laptop on, updating this twaddle.
Later I made another cup of char and rang mate BJ for a talk. He was in good form and told me to have a look at the Ikea site to see if they sold those poles for the wet-room. He’s coming to Thursdays Social Hour, glad about that.
Some items of interest were discovered on the Ikea site, so I made a note of their numbers to show BJ.
Got the fodder going. Minted lamb chops in the oven, to have with mashed potatoes and garden peas with beetroot.
Received a postcard from Cyber-mate and jolly good egg Lynton.
He is a wit! He’s been walking at the Cotswold Way and returned to the fair City of Bath, and thought I’d appreciate the picture of a Bath as I had now lost mine!
Now that, was a clever thought, thanks, Lynton. Hehehe!
Went to check on the lamb chops, and found I’d left them in the oven tray on the side of the sink. Oh dear! So I put them in the oven correctly this time. Huh!
Back to the CorelDraw graphic creating, and go got a little carried away with it I’m afraid… Whoopsiedangleplop!
The minted lamb chops were, er, shall I say, incinerated when I next checked.
I gobbled them up, all the same.
The plan was then to watch DVD, then at 2100hrs look at the debate on the Euro Stay/Exit… Nodded off – Woke up around 2330hrs, washed the pots, passed water and head down again.
Best laid plans eh? Hehe!
It took me ages to get off to sleep, well into the early hours. Around 0615 hrs I battled the limbs to get out of the shuddering, noisy, but working £300 second-hand recliner, and made my was to the throne.
Not so much blood this morning, and Anne Gyna was very kind to me! Even the rumbling innards had settled down a bit. Things looked good.
Surely by now it would be safe to walk on the floor and investigate the shower workings I thought?
So I did.
See the poster on top of the shower unit so you? I found it crammed behind the control box.
It would have been a lot easier if I’d found it earlier, and saved my fretting about how it worked over the last five days. I placed it on top so surely I wouldn’t lose it now.
I worked out that it must be safe now to use it? But being as we residents are on the Economy night electricity rates, the water only heats up at night. So I decided it would be best to use it tonight while the water is heating up, in case I run out of hot water, due to my intended long, very long showering session I had planned after, what is now… fourteen or fifteen days without a bath or shower!
I did my ablutions in the shower room at the sink, far easier than in the kitchen now I can walk on the floor.
Refreshed a bit, I made a brew and took the medications and did the BP tests: Looks okay again, although the room temperature was a bit low. Danke and misty, with rain outside. Sys 148, Dia 72, pulse 72, temp 27.1, Room temp 61f. The forecast on the local radio was a yellow warning re-flooding.
I did some graphicalisationing for use later and started this post off.
Got the photographs I had printed and set off down to see Dean or Julie to ask for help with the insurance renewal.
Several tenants in the foyer who were waiting for the first bus of the day. A little natter as I passed through them, I liked that.
Got to the Community Hut and found both Obergruppenfurhers in attendance. Julie looked a lot better today after her poorly spell.
Deana told me to come back at 0830hrs in the morning, and she’d call the Insurers for me.
I gave out the photographs of themselves and some others they said they would distribute to the tenants for me. Very kind Bless em.
Then I took some photographs of them so I could make up some funny graphicalisations of them later. The one above was in the office in the Community Shed.
The one on the right fo Julie was posed for delightfully in the main room.
Back to the flat, passing some residents at the bus-stop and hello’s exchanged. I like it!
I remembered about the Iceland delivery coming today twixt 1200 > 1400 hrs. So placed the shelves on wheels at the front door in readiness.
As if I would forget…
I mean me? Hehe!
Had another read of the shower instructions. Then searched the internet for guidance and after much effort and kerfuffle, I managed to find a guide at mirashowerspdf.
I found it clear, concise and straightforward, easy peasy to understand.
I set about importing the Dean/Julie photos to amend for later use.
I found a 1950’s selection on YouTube to listen to, Harry Belafonte – “Banana Boat Song (Day-O)” – 1956 playing at the moment.
Come 1200 hrs, I had to turn it off, though, cause listening with the headphones on meant I might not hear if the Iceland man rings the intercom, yer see.
Carried on with the graphicalisationing.
Mopped the kitchen floor – not a good idea really, cause it brought to mind and sight the mess everywhere else in the kitchen.
Sorry, I did it now. Haha!
Ah, cometh the Iceland fodder delivery man.laptop
He kindly threw the stuff on the 
mobile drawer unit for me, and he was soon off. I cleaned and put away the mop and bucket, then checked the goods delivered. The 2 for Pound mushrooms was one for a Pound, can’t find the second one anywhere. The salad tomatoes were Polish, luckily I plan on doing another stew, so they can be used it that. Fortunately, I have the new kitchen knives that should eventually cut through the tomatoes to slice them and put them in with the other vegetables. The bitter foul horribly acidic taste should dissipate a bit over the six hours Crock-Pot cooking time. Humph! And, they kindly flattened and broke the sliced cobs so I don’t have to chew so hard. Iceland, what’s their slogan? Oh, yes, Food You Can Trust! Cobblediscrotums!
Got the faggots in the oven, 45-minute job for these. I’d have mushrooms with them, but I don’t have enough in stock if I’m going to use them in my Crock-Pot stew tomorrow. Grr! Still, I can use some of the putrid, rotten Polish tomatoes perhaps.
Updated this and then I lost all my work on the Deana/Julie graphics, cause CorelDraw froze again, and when I eventually unknowingly how recovered the page, it would not let me save it. Annoyed, peeved, riled and vexed were inadequate words to use to describe how I felt!
So much I want to get done, do the Deana/Julie graphics, finish the tfZ graphics, get the windows cleaned, sort out the shower room fittings and curtain, have a shower (Too early yet in case I run out of hot water), Get the hallway back into use… Oh dear, I’ve tired myself out just thinking about it! Hehe!
Not done much physical today, but I’m feeling drained again already. Think I’ll get the fodder and see how I feel then. Odds are, nowt will get done.
Nowt got done.
Years since I had any faggots, now I remember why it’s years since I had any faggots!
Well, they weren’t too bad, made a change, I’ll probably have them again in another 15 years. Hehe!
I didn’t get a shower, due to me falling asleep and forgetting I was going to have one.
Had all sorts of problems with CorelDraw, it wouldn’t let me save any of the work I’d done? Too tired to bother trying to find out why. I’ll have a look in the morning.
Watched some TV. Remembered I had not had me shower. Turned out it as a good job I didn’t, please see explanation in the next edition of this waffle.
TTFN all.
Stirred a bit around 0445hrs, tummy rumbling still, tried to recall the dreams, so aggravating when I couldn’t! Dropped off again. 0620hrs, the £300 second-hand recliner chair shuddered and whined as it lowered to let me out. Into the shower room, well, I opened the door to take a look see if it was looking usable or not. Wasn’t sure about the shower, so, day 12 without one or a bath, but thought it would be safe to use the WC and sink now, as it looked alright after using the bowl yesterday. The stomachs recurrent grumbling indicated that I would soon need to.
A bloodless wee-wee and got the Kettle on for the medication consuming, and did the BP tests. Sys 145, Dia 72, Pulse 72, Body temp 29.8 (Rather low?), Room temp 62f.
Got the laptop on, and had to visit the porcelain throne. Haem Aroids bled lavishly yet again. Must mention this on my nest visit to the surgery.
I got the Saturday diary finished, adding the photo’s I’d took while out and about. Somehow lost the lot and had to start again? Lost three hours minimum. Humph! That’s twice I’ve done that recently.
Last night’s forecast on the goggle-box.
Decided to catch up on Facebooking before going for a walk in the park, before the storms arrive.
Proceeded to carry out my stand-up ablutions and readied myself for a walk to take the jars to the recycling box and up into Woodthorpe Grange Park.
Took the bags to the rubbish chute, and went down to the laundry room and set the washing machine going.
The weather encouraged me to change my mind about taking a walk in the park.
I did nip out to the bottle bank in a break in the rain, returned and read my Holocaust book in the lobby.
The washing was done in half an hour, and I changed the togs into the dryer. Not many folks about today at all.
Back up to the flat, made a cuppa, got the laptop on, checked the vegetables in the Crock-Pot, looking good, I added the stewed steak to it.
Put the oven on to warm up to put the chips into later.
Started this off.
It was all smelling good now. Should last for two meals I hope.
I couldn’t find me reading glasses mind, despite having had them on this morning? And, where did I put the TV paper I bought yesterday? Life, can be a puzzle at times? Like, why is Cameron now threatening the pensioners with the loss of their bus passes in his desperation to cling to his back-handing position in Europe? I think I just answered that? Hehe!
Hours and hours more on the laptop.
The fodder went down well today.
Bad night, again sleep seemed reluctant to come to me.
I was still watching TV well gone midnight… not me at all usually.
Felt limp, listless and started fretting over all sorts of things again.
In the morning, I’m going to walk over the new floor and check-out the shower workings.Maybe
Maybe, Monday the 13th might be my first use of the shower? If the water stays hot enough, cause I’ve a feeling I might be in there a long long time! Not sure about if to use the shower gel or not? Othe tenants have told me they used it and their drain got blocked?
The stomach continues rumbling, but no as bad I don’t think, we’ll see in the morning eh?
Hehe!
So let’s not assume, let’s try to understand others, please
Woke around 0400hrs, and as I started to mentally work out what was happening, and make sense of the dreams I’d had, I nodded off again.
Stirred again around 0510hrs, feeling a different person. Aching all over, heavy eyes, Anne Gyna giving me some grief, struggling with breathing a bit, although Arthur Itis was being gentle with me, the stomach was churning and the right arm/wrist painful. I wasn’t feeling too good at all overall. I wondered if I’d dreamt it, the waking up earlier?
The rumbling soon changed into a bodily demand for the Throne to be utilised. I risked using the throne, due to the severity of the needs, and the warm wet sensation that informed of the rear end was bleeding badly. But dare not yet use the sink or shower for fear of the flooring not yet being settled and ready to accept any water. But of course, I didn’t know, because no one has explained anything to me about when I could use it?
Taking a photograph while leaning out of the kitchen window, I had an involuntary passing of wind, and a dizzy spell. An Odd sensation that, hehe!
This reminded me to take me medications with a cuppa and do the BP tests. The stomach continues to grind away, I suppose ‘delicate’ would be the optimum word to describe how I felt.
Readings looked fine to me; Sys 143, Dia 74, Pulse 88 Temp 67.
Got the laptop on and started this page off, did the graphics for it, then remembered I’d not took me medications yet, made another cuppa and did so.
Facebooked for a few hours and decided to check the few Saturday buses available on the timetable. One every two hours, a total of three buses, so got me stand up wash and set off for the bus stop to go to Arnold and Asda to get the photographs printed.
Chinwag at the bus stop. In Arnold, I went in Wilko, got Dettol, shower gel and antiperspirant.
Boyles Store next, the bags was filling up now.
The Market Place looked a bit sad.
Then to Asda, ordered the photos and paid for them, got the receipt and spent more in the store, casserole veg, turnip, apples, bananas and beetroot. Collected the photographs and made 
my way to the bus stop.
Sat reading my book on the bench just beyond the stop.
Twenty minutes later as the bus arrived, I stood up and realised the set had been damp, I squelched onto the bus.
Hehe!
Back at the flats had a gossip with some residents. Frank told me not to use the shower gel, and it blocked the drain in his place. Now they tell me!
Got the nosh ready.
Battered whole onion rings, beetroot, tomatoes, sausages, bugles, red onions and pepper in oil.
Followed by an apple. The ham cob I only ate a few bites of. (Guilt yer know!)
Sister Jane rang to remind me of the England match on tonight and told me Nottingham City Centre had been blocked off due to crowd trouble between Fascists and Muslim supporters.
Oh dear!
I put the TV on to see comments on the upcoming game and…
More violence!
The match itself, England should have won, shame.
More violence in the ground this time when the game ended.
The well organised Russians attacked the English fans.
Terrible! I felt infelicitous towards mankind.
The rumbling innards didn’t seem to matter so much now.
The frenzied violence had put me on a low.
0522hrs: Slowly, I moved into consciousness, eyelids heavy from the long enforced sleep, I think I must have had six hours last night, dream disturbed, but still welcome. Rooftop chasing images again, falling and never landing, repetitive.
The TV still on, the remote still on my chest, spectacles on my head and a suspicious but unrecalled empty cheese nibble bag at the side of the chair!
The £300 second-hand recliner grinded-away, but worked and let me out of it. Wasn’t sure if I could walk on the shower room floor yet, but needed the throne… oh dear! I’ll have to try me best to contain it until I can get to the Tenants Social Hut and use that one later.
With any luck, if Deana can find out that I can use the shower room but not the shower yet I might be able to do my ablutions in there instead of the kitchen sink? Also, use the throne. I didn’t wash or shave deciding to keep my fingers crossed that I might be able to later. And find out if the floor-men will be returning to waterproof anything today? If not, I can get out and get fodder and the photographs printed at Asda?
Cup of tea and took the medications. Laptop turned on, finished the Thursday post, long one, but my frustrations needed airing. (Haha!)
Did the graphics for that and today’s diary.
Started the Shower Room Farce post.
0830hrs: Nipped to see if could catch Deana and see if she could find out if the floor men were returning today. If I could walk on the ground yet, and when could I use the shower?
Couldn’t find her, she’ll be off on her rounds visiting we old folk and making us feel better. Bless her cotton socks, I’ll try again later. Sent email.
Did some graphic work and then made an order for stuff from Iceland to be delivered on Monday 13th twixt 1200 > 1400 hrs.
Made a cuppa and took the midday medications, and got on with a post about the Bathroom to Shower wet room conversion. It took me about six hours to get it completed… Phew!
Some of the photographicalisations in the post here.
Sad to lose the bath mind, but getting into and out of it was a bit too dangerous. I can’t quote about the new shower because no one has told me how long I have to wait for the new floor in the wet room to settle before using it. Think I’ll err on the safe side and give it until next Monday or Tuesday.
Got the nosh ready.
It went down well, shame I didn’t do a few more of the chips, though. They were the Roosters brand, as recommended by cyber-mate Martin Shuttlecock, thanks, Martin.
Managed to watch a couple of episodes of Pie-in-the-sky DVD, but gave up when the eyelids were starting winning the battle. Hehe!
I’d like to thank my beloved new landlord, Nottingham City Homes, who after only a month or so after my requesting this be done after falling getting out of the bath for the third time, agreed to forward my application to convert my bathroom into a Shower Wet Room. After their Occupational Therapist Assessor interrogation… I mean interviewed, me to assess my disabilities and needs, then agreed a few weeks later, to do the conversion for me. A good patient chap name of Joel, thanks to him too.
A few weeks later, after their considerate Occupational Therapist Assessor’s interrogated… I mean interviewed me to assess my disabilities and needs, they agreed just a few weeks later, to do the conversion for me, in theory. The psychoanalyst was a nice patient chap name of Joel, thanks to him too.
A few months later, a letter arrived informing me they had agreed to the work after assessing the state and conditions of the bathroom and would soon be advising me of a date for assessment to take place.
Only eight weeks later, a chap arrived to do the rating and risks of the job for me. He must have been magnificent, perhaps an expert at his job because he had a Biro pen behind his left earlobe, oohed and sighed professionally and he only took four minutes to do the evaluation of the job. I gave him a cup of tea and some caramelised biscuits. He was an expert biscuit-dunker as well. He told me I’d get a letter in a week or so, informing me if the application had been approved. I thanked him, he passed an emission of wind and departed.
Sure enough, three weeks later I got the letter telling me that the commencement of the alterations would be in four weeks time.
Sad to see the bath go, but tripping and falling getting in and out getting too often and was too much of a Whoopsiedangleplop risk to life and limb!
Initially, I was a little sad at the thought of losing the bath, because I do love a good soak in Radox and scrub up with carbolic soap. But so many slips, trips and bruising of the elbows, head and hips, while getting into and out of the bath was getting a little risky for me.
Two weeks later another letter informing me that the date had been put back for another week arrived.
It was now only eight weeks away.
At least the Paramedics should be happy now I no longer have a bath! Hehe!
All the experts who spoke to me assured at the most it would be a four or five-day job.
I felt sure I’d cope somehow without a bath or use of the WC.
As the day drew near, I had the mammoth task of taking everything out of the bathroom in readiness for the arrival of the chappy man or men, who was going sort it out for me.
Bathroom all cleared ready for the man/men
Heck of a job, carrying the cabinets out to the spare room with all the other unsorted dollop of bags and boxes. I got it done the night before the arrival was expected, well-drained I was.
The day arrived, and I waited nervously. Kevin, the workman, showed his appreciation a the bathroom being cleared, saying most are not and the first thing he has to do normally is clear it all away himself.
Tuesday 31st May 2016. Day One
The man, Kevin did all his work on his own throughout, up until his work was finished and the electricians attacked my flat later.
He showed care, consideration and kindness during their stated 4-day operation, even afterwards on the many more day it turned out he needed.
The bloke liked strong tea and caramelised biscuits, wanted the UK to leave the Euro, was sociable and kept me up to date with what was going on and future plans, and he was interested in photography too!
Wednesday 1st June 2016. Day Two
Bath out, pipes blocked off and tool in ready for further work!
He was a grafter too. He soon had up the tiles and got his stuff in to build a wooden frame, presumably, it was to contain the shower rail area?
The bath was out in no time.
I kept plying him with strong tea with demerara sugar and caramelised biscuits. Good job I had a fair stock in.
He shown interest in the smells coming from the slow cooking with its seasoned vegetables in stock, and even noted down the recipe as he left for the day! I asked him if he’s like to try some of my seaweed, but wouldn’t risk it. Hehe! He even found times for the odd times for a little chinwag.
Thursday 2nd June 2016. Day Three
Getting a bit fed-up with the twice daily rigmarole of having to get all the stuff for my ablutions out of the spare room and into the kitchen, standing in bowl of Radox and Dettol for me feet to cleanse, while shaving then stand-up washing, of my more than amply adequate flobby body and cleaning me teggies. Then medicating the areas needing medicating, and putting everything back away again. Then getting it out…
This Thursday I had to go out for my blood tests that fell at the same time as my social hour, so I had to miss that, cause Dean Walker, the sex-pot coordinator of the flats came to do the tenants interview.
0805hrs: Kevin the maintenance man, arrived, made him a cuppa, and we had a chinwag. He set to working.
Deana Walker came to do the tenants interview with me.
I hobbled to the doctors. Got some shopping and returned to the flat. Trevor had gone by then, I trusted him and had given him a key to use to let himself in and out.
Trev had been hard at it making the frame that it now seems, will hold the wall tile from the actual wall.
So I missed some of the noise of his electric sawing today.
He warned me yesterday that Friday would be the drilling of the floor day.
He’d done a lot more work again and had gone home before I got back. All clean and tidy.
Friday 3rd June 2016. Day Four
Getting a bit fed-up with the twice daily rigmarole of having to get all the stuff for my ablutions out of the spare room and into the kitchen, standing in bowl of Radox and Dettol for me feet to cleanse, while shaving then stand-up washing, of my more than amply adequate flobby body and cleaning me teggies. Then medicating the areas needing medicating, and putting everything back away again. Then getting it out…
Trev arrived, had a cuppa and bickie and set to work with a vengeance.
Soon he appeared at the living room door, with his face mask, hearing defenders and gloves on, to warn me about the upcoming noise and dust. He disappeared into the shower room and closed the door to help keep the dust from spreading a bit.
Trev had got the floor drain installed, covered it temporarily and had readied the floor for the floor men to arrive next week.
He tried, but could not get a day and time for me, despite his many calls to try to.
Nice chap.
Saturday and Sunday Days Five & Six
Getting a bit fed-up with the twice daily rigmarole of having to get all the stuff for my ablutions out of the spare room and into the kitchen, standing in bowl of Radox and Dettol for me feet to cleanse, while shaving then stand-up washing, of my more than amply adequate flobby body and cleaning me teggies. Then medicating the areas needing medicating, and putting everything back away again. Then getting it out…
I only titivated the place, as we were also expecting the electricians sometime next week, and were both aware of what to expect with them to clean up after them. A thing coating of dust had covered everywhere, as is to be expected.
Monday 6th June 2016. Day Seven
Getting a bit fed-up with the twice daily rigmarole of having to get all the stuff for my ablutions out of the spare room and into the kitchen, standing in bowl of Radox and Dettol for me feet to cleanse, while shaving then stand-up washing, of my more than amply adequate flobby body and cleaning me teggies. Then medicating the areas needing medicating, and putting everything back away again. Then getting it out…
Electricians expected today, Kevin though.
He had his cuppa and biscuits and got on with the job again as usual. He posed proudly at the nearly finished wall tiles when he’d done for the day.
Nice to see a pride in someone’s workmanship.
Only one more day to go working here for Kevin now.
He took some photos for me to use later, with his posh camera and showed me some of the options on it. I may be tempted to get one later. But I’ve got to sort out and get some shower furniture when it’s all done, cause the cabinets I used in the bathroom will I think, be too wide for the available space between the water power box and the actual shower and will get soaked as well as be hard to get to. Huh!
Tuesday 7th June 2016. Day Eight
Getting a bit fed-up with the twice daily rigmarole of having to get all the stuff for my ablutions out of the spare room and into the kitchen, standing in bowl of Radox and Dettol for me feet to cleanse, while shaving then stand-up washing, of my more than amply adequate flobby body and cleaning me teggies. Then medicating the areas needing medicating, and putting everything back away again. Then getting it out…
Trevor arrived but did not know when the electrician would be arriving, if at all. I went to ask Julie or Deana if they could find out, they couldn’t. I left.
Clinic day today. Waiting for the electricians to arrive.
On the laptop hours later before going out and I made a brew and took one for Trevor, the electricians had arrived, not introduced themselves at all and had started working?
Working away at making sure the carpet had bits of cut-off wire and plastic from I don’t know where, dust twinkling bits of metal, streak marks down the paintwork, chips of plaster off the corners in the hallway.
I took a surprise photo of them, that didn’t please them at all. The younger one said: “Wot yer doing?” Which is more than the older said for hours, he didn’t talk to me!
I went to see Deana about the double electricity bill I’d had delivered, one saying New Account and I owed them £289! The other one was right and showed me direct debits paid?
She was very busy but kindly dealt with it for me.
They, (British Gas, the French-owned company) told her I had two meters installed??? There isn’t room for two meters in the cupboards where the are kept, even if I did want to have two? They kept her waiting so long with tubed music in between and passing her to other departments, she told them to ring her back. She said she would let me know the result.
Later, just after Trevor had said his farewells, Deana called to say that British Gas who supply the electricity are cancelling the second bill. I thanked her muchly.
I went out to the clinic and when I returned the ‘sparkies’ had gone. The rubbish they made, they had left behind for me, mind.
A double light switch that looked second hand to me. (Above) They decorated the carpet nicely. Trevor had left the bathroom… sorry, shower room all ready for the arrival of the floor layer men.
Electricians placed the new power switch on the hallway wall, that was conveniently placed at a level with my glasses and nose, just in case I wanted to walk into it… Yes, I did!
Wednesday 8th June 2016. Day Ten
Getting a bit fed-up with the twice daily rigmarole of having to get all the stuff for my ablutions out of the spare room and into the kitchen, standing in bowl of Radox and Dettol for me feet to cleanse, while shaving then stand-up washing, of my more than amply adequate flobby body and cleaning me teggies. Then medicating the areas needing medicating, and putting everything back away again. Then getting it out…
I had a lot of running around to do and no one had arrived before I went out. When I returned, the place looked like it did when I left?
Closer inspection I found the headphones were stuck under the recliner. The phone in the hallway was not on the stand properly, and some new bits of dust and wires were on the corner near the door?
No one know who it was that came in?
Might have been the electricians or the floor men? Still, no problem.
Thursday 9th June 2016. Day Eleven
Getting a bit fed-up with the twice daily rigmarole of having to get all the stuff for my ablutions out of the spare room and into the kitchen, standing in bowl of Radox and Dettol for me feet to cleanse, while shaving then stand-up washing, of my more than amply adequate flobby body and cleaning me teggies. Then medicating the areas needing medicating, and putting everything back away again. Then getting it out…
The floor people had not been by the time I had to go out back to the surgery, so I left the note about calling Deana on the door again.
I returned many hours later to find the door unlocked. A few telltale bits of
dust and the panelling with a new scratch on it near the shower room door were noted, and I opened the door to have a look in:
The floor had been done. But dare I use the WC by walking on the floor, no! I remembered being told it will need a day or two after completion before it was safe to use the shower, but could I walk on it?
I could not find anyone to ask.
Friday 10th June 2016. Day Twelve
Getting a bit fed-up with the twice daily rigmarole of having to get all the stuff for my ablutions out of the spare room and into the kitchen, standing in bowl of Radox and Dettol for me feet to cleanse, while shaving then stand-up washing, of my more than amply adequate flobby body and cleaning me teggies. Then medicating the areas needing medicating, and putting everything back away again. Then getting it out…
Another search to get help or guidance on if, and or when it will be allowed to have a heavy-duty movement and or shower…
No answers to phone calls or emails.
Well, it is Friday, early finish day for Council Workers innit!
Looks like Monday then before I can use the shower.
No need for them to worry about an old man wanting a shower and a…
Goog innit?
Well, never mind!
A Nottingham tenant in a toiletless apartment in an Old Peoples Flats Complex is protesting at the local Ice Cream Van, the noisy jingles, the van obstructing the free bus-pass services access, blocking his wheelchair and above all the children as they noisily queue for their ices. The man Juan Inchcock, told the Marissa Bergen, the Drummers Weekly reporter: “I don’t mind about all this really, it just annoys me that the chap has sold out of all his 99’s to the ankle snapper before I can get out of the flat, a lift down 13 floors, get the lobby doors to open and hobble to the van to knock them out of the way with me walking stick! It’s just not fair!
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Stirred around 0525hrs, the second hand £300 recliner chair operated without any hiatus and let me out of it to pass water and use the throne. Much blood from the rear, a tiny bit from ‘Little Inchy’s lesion.
I’d dreamt something about my being in outer-space in a powered shopping trolley, wearing a leather hat and trying to catch butterflies with two saucepan lids with Acker Bilks ‘In a Persian Market’ playing in the background? I can remember all these facts, but nowt else about it. Tsk!
Took the medications with a cuppa and pot of porridge, then tackled the job of getting all the stand-up bath materials and paraphernalia and got myself cleaned up, the best I could. Made substantial use of the underarm spray and after-shave. Although, once again I managed to spill the bowl of soapy water I’d soaked me feet in while stood at the sink washing.
I didn’t know if the flooring workers were coming and if so at what time? But knew I had to go out to the INR blood test, clinic and to take sister Jane her pressies. (Having done that now, I can show you picture of them).
Two cushions with photographs I’d took of Mr Fooey on the left, and Tabitha, who passed away a good while ago, as she jumped up on the counter and looks for all intents and purposes as if she was checking out my pension paperwork for me. My two favourites of her cats, but I like them all mind.
I went on Facebook, checked the emails and did some graphic work for ages and ages. I thought the workmen might come the same time as all the others did, o800 to 0830 hrs, but none had shown by 0930 hrs, and I did not know if they would be coming or not. So I got the nibbles and meandered to the Tenants Social Hour at the hut. To my pleasant surprise, I saw BJ arriving and going in as I approached the shed. Julie was in the office and I explained about my concerns about leaving before the maintenance men arrived. Being as I did not know where the men were coming from, she said there is nothing she can do.
So I went back in the meeting and had a chinwag with BJ, Toni, Bill and Eddy for a while.
BJ said he’d lift me to the doctors and suggested I go back to the flat and see if they have arrived yet. So I did, then returned. BJ said to put a note on the door – ‘ Floor men – for access please ring…’ and add Julie and Deana’s phone numbers. I should have thought of that myself really. William kindly got and wrote down the numbers for me. Back to the flat and put the note on the door. BJ lifted me with my two bags to the surgery, dead on time. Thank you BJ.
The nurse soon saw to me but refused to let me take her photo today because she didn’t like the last one I took.
I took her likeness as she turned away. She had to laugh.
I thanked her, gave her some nibbles and departed out to the bus stop on Mansfield Road.
One arrived and in fifteen minutes I was dropping off in town and walked through Victoria Centre (Mall) and up the new escalator to the first floor.
IT came out between two fast food eat-ins. This car was part of one of them.
As I walk the length of the centre, I noticed this chap on the ground floor giving a piano some hammer and singing! There was writing on the side of the handsome white pianissimo, inviting anyone to give other shoppers a song? Thought it was a great idea!
Hobbled along and out into the walk-over. Where three young girls were smoking something very odd smelling with guilty looks on their faces, one of them was wafting her hand around as I approached. I noticed through the window, a youth who it appears, had just got down for a kip on the pavement outside the Boots store?
I took two photographs, one wide and a close-up of the youth and made this up.
Lovely weather today. I went over and down then around and to the West Bridgford bus stop, where a number 7 was just loading up.
Alighted on Central Avenue in West Bridgford and being a tad early for Jane’s, I called in the Iceland store. Got a bag of eight little wholemeal cobs, some chicken thighs and desert treats for Jane and Pete.
Hobbled to the Mansion where Janet and Pete live, it only took about 12 minutes to get there.
They seemed in good spirits. I nipped into their front room and placed the cushions on their settee for them to see later. I should have taken a photo shouldn’t I?
First attention was given to Mr Fooey of course. I gave him some and Arthur some nibbles, and they both loved them.
I got myself down (nearly) to Fooey as he was relishing his little treat.
My getting back up, was some amusement for Sue and Pete at least. Hehe!
I had a go at sorting the picture out on Pete’s laptop, and we worked out how to get his homemade videos onto his display programme. I love it when I can help, be of use like.
Then I invited them to go into their front room to see their pressies… Thank heavens they loved them.
We had a visit from the PCO, they are having bother with a horrible neighbour.
I gave them half the cobs and the trifles and departed, unsure if I would be in time to catch the last L9 bus from town, I decided not to rush, and I could grab a number 40 and walk missing having to climb the big hill at least.
At the stop, a female Pavement Cyclist all but hit me she belted by, naughty girl! Then as the bus was arriving, a bloke Pavement Cyclist was on the other sideway! Tsk!
It turned out when I got in town, once again like the other day, for some reason the 39 bus did not leave on time, and again I made it in time due to his leaving late and got the bus back to the flats. Hell of a job staying awake, I think I must have nodded off around four or five times en route, but was awake when we arrived at the flats.
Eagerly and apprehensively I made it to the apartment to see if anyone had been to tend to the shower floor… The door was unlocked, no one about, but I knew someone had been in due to the dust and bits on the hallway carpet. Gingerly I opened the WC door
… Dang dang dang…
The shower room floor had been laid! I dare not go in because they had warned me ages ago that it will need two/three days to settle before the shower could be used and it was safe to do so. And, I don’t know if it is finished or not yet, there might be a waterproofing layer to go?
I popped down to the Community Hut, and luckily Deana was in.
She had told the workmen to ring her when they had finished, and she could come and secure the flat. They didn’t, so she didn’t. So, we don’t know if they have to come back tomorrow or not? The farce continues!
Deana asked me to send her a copy of the photograph of her I took when she helped me out again with sorting the ‘double’ electricity bills I’d had yesterday, that I’d doctored.
Back to the flat none the wiser as to if I had to stay in or not again! Humph!
I sent the doctored graphic via email to Deana.
When it came to me updating this Inchcock Today – I found I’d lost all the content! Gnash! No idea how I managed that. So I started from scratch again. Took me flaming hours!
Decided to treat me, this time, Chicken thigh, chips, garden peas, onions, peppers and beetroot… oh and two little wholemeal cobs.
Very late for me by the time I’d got the updating done it was hours passed my bedtime.
How I was going to manage without using the throne, I didn’t know. But no one knew really, if I could go into, or when I could stop on the shower room floor to get to the loo?
Friday, as long as I don’t go out, I can use the Community Shed toilet. Between 0830 and 1600 hrs at least. But the shed is not open at the weekend as there will be no staff on the complex? What then?
I’ll have to see and bother Deana again in the morning to see if she can find out if I can go into the shower room, without using the shower of course?
Fed-up, tired, feeling a nonentity, learning new sufferings as I am forced to try new ways of holding back the urge to use the porcelain, feel a nuisance to all and sundry and a sense that I’m suffering occulcation.
I’ll see what tomorrow brings – respite and conclusion, and being able to use the throne would help! Hehe!
Part of last night’s dream?
To Do: INR Tests – Clinic – Leave the Electricians on their own to find any area they have not already soiled, dirtied or dropped wire ends on or cracked any plastics – Horrible Sore Throat – Anne Gyna sad… Tsk!
0425 hrs: Horrible Sore Throat throat. The £300 second-hand recliner allowed me to get out of it this morning, a bit of jerking from the mechanicals as it raised, and lowered but still.
The First thing was to tackle was the assembling of all the ablution paraphernalia together and take it to the kitchen for the stand-up bath at the sink. This morning, I managed it without knocking my elbows or hitting my head on the drainer. Pleased with this, I returned the stuff to the rubbish room and returned to empty the bowl – half over the floor as it turned out. Humph! Cleaned it and to the throne… oh dear: Anne Gyna kicked off, Haem Aroids bled extensively, and I noticed the wood panels around the shower area were all bare wood? Maybe after Thursday and Friday when the tiler-men have hopefully done, they will waterproof it… perhaps?
Cup of tea and took the medications, gargled with TCP (That’ll get some odd responses when I get the bus back from the clinic later, Hehe!) It was actually painful swallowing the tablets. Anne Gyna still bad, and the legs back and ankle pains I put down to the electricians mess needing cleaning up last night.
Up and down to collect the broken bits of plastic, cut off electrical wiring, chunks of plaster etcetera left me with aches and pains. Poor old mite!
Got the things ready to take with me, INR anticoagulation record card, letter from the surgery about booking the CHD checks, Clinic registration card and nibbles for the nurses.
Then I stood at the kitchen window and daydreamed, while drinking another cup of tea. I suppose that it is my sore throat, that is making me take more liquid? Not a good idea, with me having to walk for forty minutes to the surgery, then catch a bus to the clinic, then a bus into town, an hour walking about to try and get some pill-pots that Mary of TFZ fame advised. Some fodder too. Then a bus back to Sherwood and a long walk up to the flats. I waffled on a bit there didn’t I? Sorry.
The greens in the view never seems to fail to please me, and I felt a little cheered as I walked into the front room to get the laptop going. I trod on a screw that I must have missed last night on my clear and clean up session following the attack from the electricians. Ooh, I did jump… well nearly!
A sense if trepidation loomed, at the thought of the electricians letting themselves in and having their usual onslaught on anything not yet damaged or broken as they scatter bits and pieces all over the place. And, I’ll be out best part of the day concerned at the medical procedures I’ve to get through and fretting about what I’ll find when I eventually get back to my once tidy clean apartment?
As I started this post off I remembered I’d not done the BP tests, so did them straight away. Sys 143 Dia 61 Pul 82 Temp 34°f and Kitchen 70°f. No hiatuses there methinks.
Time was getting on now, about an hour before I should set off on my hobble to the surgery.
A bit apprehensive about what state I’ll find the place in when I get back in four or so hours.
Got the stuff ready in my bag and pockets, bus-pass. mobile phone, appointment cards, etc. ready for the day out medicationalisationing. (Although, it didn’t turn out that way, as you’ll read further down – Whoopsiedangleplop time ahead again!
Hurridly got yesterday’s diary finished and posted, then off.
On my way out, I dropped the bin bags down the chute, and called in the Community Hut and gave Deana some nibbles and had a natter, Julie who has been off poorly arrived, not looking too good, bless her.
Pressed on down onto Sherwood and up the hill towards Carrington. I was soon at the surgery, feet stinging, but Anne Gyna had eased off. I was told that the appointment was for tomorrow, not today.
I did feel a fool!
Made an appointment for the CHD checks and asked for a sample pot which she gave me. Friday 8th July 0830 hrs. Of course, not point in going to the clinic was there now. Humph!
So, I hobbled into town. I’d only gone about two hundred yards when I came across the first Nottingham Pavement Cyclist of the day.
Ten minutes later, near the Gregory Boulevard traffic island on Mansfield Road, the second Pavement Cyclist appeared.
And very nifty too she was! Belted by me and weaved between some other summer-frocked and most beautiful Pedestrians before disappearing at high speed around the corner and out of view. Only just caught her in time.
Halfway up the hill near the Rock cemetery another naughty Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was tearing down the hill towards me.
He lost his balance a bit and nearly went over.
Shame that, the nearly bit like!
Down to the bottom of Mansfield 
Road and I took a photo of yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on the opposite side of the road.
I’m not sure what I did wrong, but it came out in Mono? Nice print, though.
Throughout the rest of the trip out there were so many of the offending cyclist I gave up trying to photograph them. Humph! Down into the city and caught a ‘Free shoppers bus’ to the Broad Marsh Shopping Centre (Mall). Had a wander around on the ground floor window shopping, then went up to the 99p shop to see if they had any Shower stuff or mini pots to use for the medications.
The 99p Shop has now being operated by Poundland. They did have some Radox shower gel, but only the one bottle left, so I took it, well, bought it I mean. Got some various liqueurs, as raffle prizes for the Tenants Social Hour Meeting, not that I’ll be able to attend this week cause of the appointment cock-ups again. Huh! They also had some of the Neutradol Deofab sprays, so I got three of them, bearing in mind how I’ve been struggling to clean myself recently. Hehe!
Out of the mall, and made my way back to the City Centre along Bridlesmith Gate.
A Big Issue seller was putting on a brave face and smile as she gently quoted “Big Issue” to those walking to the other side of the road to avoid her.
I slipped her a £2 coin, and a big smile and her face lit up.
Then I realised that if I were to catch the L9 bus on Queen Street, I’d have to get a move on… three paces later, Whoopsiedangleplop! A dizzy spell and I toppled over. Huh! Some good citizens came over and helped me up asking if I was alright. I clasp my hand to the pocket with the money in it, and thanked them assuring them all was okay.
I should have missed the L9, but when I got to the stop, the 39 bus that should have gone out minutes earlier was still there and prevented the L9 from pulling in. So a bit of luck there, and I caught the bus. At the next stop, Victoria Mall, a chap I’d seen before from the flats, he got on and had to sit next to me. We had an awkward conversation, as I could barely decipher what he was saying and got the feeling he couldn’t hear me either. Hehe! But it’s great to talk!
Dropped off at the flats and had another little chinwag with one of the tenant girls and Frank. I like it here!
Got back to the flat to find the key had been posted by the electricians as they left. Not much mess at all thankfully this time.
This cheered me up, and I called sister Jane to see if I could go see her and take her pressies tomorrow after the INR tests. I was informed that I could, not before 1300hr. Told her about my Whoopsiedangleplop and she told me I was stupid! Can’t fault the gal, she’s right!
She’s good at FIGures as well. Hehehe! Good job she has a good sense of humour innit.
Made a cuppa and took the medications and got the laptop on to update this.
I renewed the mail redirection via the internet as it said, in the letter that this is the easiest way to do it. Within an hour and a half, I’d got it done!
Did some graphicalisationing for later. Spent hours on Facebook’s Troll free Zone. Well, I enjoy it.
Got the nosh in the oven, I’m having some of those chips that Martin Shuttlecock advised me to try. Rooster I think there are called. A couple of large hot dog sausages, beetroot and tomatoes.
The chips were tasty, the sausages alright, the beetroot and tomatoes absolutely lovely, the Cox’s apple tangy… the dessert I put to one side and forgot about, it had curdled by the time I remembered it. Hehe!
Had just two slices of bread with it. (And they said I couldn’t keep to my self-imposed dieting – Humph!)
Did the washing up, hated looking at the mess the kitchen was in with all the kerfuffle about the bathroom had caused.N.
No injuries at all from my toppling over earlier?
Had a look at the TV paper and picked out the ‘In or Out’ debate to watch later, then planned to watch some ‘Pie in the Sky’ episodes. I managed the debate, but soon kept nodding off, so gave up and sat contemplating on things for a while, but didn’t like the mental images I was having. Hehe! I think I soon nodded off, for a while.
TTFN folks.
