Tue 7 July 2015: Worn missen out again! Tsk!

Tuesday 7^th July 2015

Up at 0505hrs – I slept on the floor in the kitchen on a duvet with a throw to cover me last night – and managed to get some sleep in, partly due to sheer weariness and tiredness I expect.

Not so many cramps either. But plenty of fretting and worrying about things I’ve got to do etc. So much to do and so little getting done.

No hot water again – so I put on the immersion heater hoping it will work so I can have a wash and shave before Painter man arrives and I set off to the GP surgery for me INR Warfarin level tests, Meet BJ at the launderette so as to go to Asda to see if I can get some drawers, bin and bits.

Hoping the things (Cooker and fridge) arrive while I’m out. Fretting something awful now.

Laptop on – Made a cuppa and took me medications, started this diary off.

Water getting hotter now, so immersion seems to work in the mornings? But it is an exspensive way to do things – and I’m spending far too much as it is… Worry fretting panic setting in again – Tsk!)

Got missen spruced up and into the few clean clothes I’ve got left. I really must try to get to the laundry room today and find out how things work there.

Had a good wash and shave and then made another cuppa.

Made list of things to do to take with me when I go to the GP nurse.

The pull-start string on the heater on the kitchen wall came off when I pulled it – Tsk! Some things never change.

The painter Paul is late coming, he said he’d be here for 0800hrs so I could have time to walk to the GP appointment and someone would be here just in case the fridge and cooker arrived early.

If he doesn’t get here soon – what do I do?

Missing the INR blood tests is not on really.. ah he’s here…

Got me things ready and left on me 40 minute walk to the doctor’s surgery.

Got there and waited a while and got called in around 0915hrs.

I realised I’d taken the wrong Anticoagulation Record Card with me and told the surgery Nurse – but it was the nice one and she said not to worry?

She had a look at me damaged wrist and said to come back if the blue swelling had not gone down in three day.

I thanked her and made me way to the launderette to meet BJ.

One of the infamous Nottingham Pavement Cyclists nearly had me as I left through the gate – Swine!

Hobbled down and across to the launderette.

Had a chin-wag with Mandy, had her in tucks and all I was telling her was what had happened to me – It must be the way I tell em! Hehe!

BJ came in and his laundry was ready to be taken out of the driers.

We were soon off to Asda. Where I got a call from the Curry’s delivery drivers, they could not get into the flat – no answer to their call!

panic set in then… I called Steve from Age UK and asked him to ring Paul he painter to tell him they were outside.

BJ said a few moments later, ring Steve back and confirm they got in or I’ll run yo back sharpish. I rang him and they had got in – Phew!

Knowing this, I got some butter, sausages, sausages and sausages from Asda. But forgot the milk – hope the one I got yesterday has not gone off. Then got two of the 3 drawer storage thingies.

We made out way back to BJ’s house for him to show me the storage cabinet he’s got from Ikea to see if similar would be suitable for me to get. They were practical, but expensive.

Then he ran be back to the flats and dropped me off outside, thanked him and he shot off.

Got up to twelfth and as I got out of the lift – a pile of shredded foam was all over the area floor! Currys to thank for that. Decided to get it cleaned up ASAP or risk getting a bad name with the other residents.

In the flat I greeted in the kitchen by the fridge all looking nice in the corner near the window, and the new Cooker, unfortunately still in all its wrappings – Foam, plastics, wood slats etc.

Paul painter said they told him not to start the fridge-freezer for three hours? The place was a mess with bits of wrappings all over and Paul’s mementos of spots of paint. Oh dear, just when I was getting to feel drained too!

I struggled but got the cooker wrappings off and broke them down and carried some down and out to the caretakers refuse door – and it was open, so I popped in and found the lad Robert – who had apparently asked the Curry’s men if they had taken away their rubbish and they assured him they had – Naughty! they had not! I told him about the cooker and my ringing the Council City Homes to see if they provided a cooker installation service and they did not.

He (Robert) said he would come up in a bit to see what’s what.

I went back up and started to clean up the mess the Currys lads had left near the lift – no easy task as the giant air-vents either end of the landing were letting in the wind and it was very gusty too! Huh! Took me ages to corner the bits of foam. Hehe, must have been a funny sight!

Then I had a look at the cooker and there were not connection wires as I could see to attach it to the electricity supply box?

I started to clean the place up again and Robert arrived to have a look. He tried to sort out the problem with the hot water – but we got nowhere with it – he did explain about the night storage heaters – they were expensive!

Then he looked at the cooker and said indeed the cables were missing to link it up? He would return on Thursday to have another look and will try to sort some out for me. Thanked him an off he poddled.

I went down to the community shed leaned and spoke with one of the two ladies there – not the Frau Obergruppenfurher Camp Kommandant one, I just smiled in her direction but kept out of any verbal communication.

The lady said see how it goes, she’ll ask someone to come and see me. (Loud Tut from the Frau Kommandant on the next table at this stage).

The wind was now the worst I’ve ever encountered locally.

Back to the flat and painter Paul was clearing his thing ready to go – so I paid him his money and off he went.

I relaxed a bit now I was on me own again checked the kitchen out and started to appreciate all the mementos he’s left for me in the kitchen:

Paint splashed on the sink, draining board, laptop, door, cupboards, floor, windows, draining tray every exposed bottle, tin, crockery, the chair, the chair cushion (which incidentally had one broken tie when I left the house earlier and now had four broken ties?) and even the kettle was speckled in magnolia paint!

Took me ages to clean em, in fact I ain’t done em all yet. Tsk!

Just had a peep in the front room – the new Virgin modem, telephone and the windows will need specks removing too.

I’m too nervous to check the other rooms

Then I got the fridge turned on – the cooker in position then made a cuppa.

The cooker looks like it has an expression on its face don’t you think?

Tonight methinks beans and sausage.

Cleaned the sink area but not all the bottles, jugs, sprays etc, just too tired and wanted to get this diary finished off while me memories were semi-fresh.

The bare looking fridge was photographicalised for posterity.

If that’s the right word?

Must try to get some frozen nosh in tomorrow – maybe-not though, I forgot the cooker ain’t working yet – I’m easily confused yer know.Tsk!

Oh that reminds, nurse Nicole made an appointment for me cardiac blood test 0945hrs on Mon 27 July.

Hang on, I’ll put that in me Google calendar now…

Done it, thanks fer yer patients… no I mean patience folks!

The two three drawer storage units I’ve put in the kitchen for now. They are plastic and I thought a good idea for storing stuff in the bathroom?

What do you think?

I just got me first incoming phone call on me land-line – wrong number. Huh!

Hey-ho!

Got me nosh ready to go into the microwave. I’d stuck with the idea of beans and sausage. Mini cocktail sausages.

Had no time to prepare Patti Berkert’s curried bean recipe so had them straight as if to speak.

The milk had not turned or gone off so enjoyed a good strong cuppa with them – (and some un-mangled from being squashed on delivery along with the broken clock) Tesco mini-rolls for afters.

I think Glendora from Age UK is calling tomorrow. Hope she’s been told about me appointment at the clinic.

Tired again now.

TTFN.

Mon 6th July 2015: Inchcock Today

Monday 6^th July 2015

Up at 0125hrs, shivering with cold and wide awake?

The cramps were not so bad and the wounds from yesterdays Whoopsiedangleplop weren’t too bad either.

A few recollections of me dreams lingered:

A woman was telling me off about something or other and I kept pouring cups of tea for her… and could not get the right amount of milk she wanted?… then the door opened and in filed dozens of women and they formed a queue near a snooker table demanding their cups of tea? – In walked Harold Wilson and sat in the chair?

That’s all I can recall.

Had a dizzy-spell later – not good that, I thought they were on holiday. Hehe!

BJ is calling this morning to fetch some stuff for me from the hovel. The decorator is due around 0800hrs – not sure if Steve is coming or not – perhaps Glendora will call?

The patriotic car from yesterday was still there when we passed.

Did some Facebooking – I dare not use the taps for a wash this early – noisy plumbing might disturb me new neighbours.

Painter arrived and soon started in the living room. Sociable chap, very helpful.

BJ rang he’s on his way. Said I’d meet him outside so he didn’t have to come all the way up.

Met him in car park and we set off to the hovel.

We collected no end of stuff, filled his car I think, and took it to the flat.

On the way we stopped at the Co-op store and got some bread (Being as I had got me toaster in the car )and long life milk.

Bit of a job getting it all up to the flat but we managed somehow. BJ had to shoot off and I went down with him and thanked him for his help again.

Realised that until we get the place sorted I could not use the toaster. Tsk!

Then the decorator went off for his nosh – and the Tesco delivery arrived. Well, by the time I ‘d put the stuff anywhere I could find to temporarily, the painter was back.

I got the clock I bought from Tesco out and we both agreed it was knackered – the hands were loose. Tsk!

And the White grape and blackcurrant flavoured spring water I’d bought tempted me to a quick swig – Eurgh! Far too sweet! Undrinkable!

Then a maintenance man arrived to repair the loose wiring in the Intercom line. Soon had it all boxed in for me. He didn’t want any bottles of White grape and blackcurrant flavoured spring water either!

I asked the painter chappie if he would like a bottle of White grape and blackcurrant flavoured spring water, but he was not too keen.

By now with all the lifting and carrying and the nowhere to sit comfortably scenario my back, arms and legs were suffering – also the affects of me Whoopsiedangleplop on me right wrist was humming a bit.

Steve rang, he’s coming later to have a chat.

Feeling well and truly done in now – cramps starting, so tired.

Steve and Paul the decorator got the Fridge freezer and cooker ordered from Currys for me, delivery tomorrow between 0800 and 1800hrs.

But we are not sure if they will ‘fit’ the cooker for me or not like?

The fridge-freezer should be okay to just plug in?

I’m really looking forward to having some oven chips – but with my luck I’m not holding my breath…

I have got a doctors appointment in the morning and then going to Asda to see if we can get some of the plastic drawers on offer.

Steve and Paul left with a bottle of White grape blackcurrant spring water each, and a weary me put the laptop on to do this diary before I fall asleep.

Mind you, I want to have me Marmite sarnies first.

I bet the cooker is still not been delivered or if it has not connected when I get back tomorrow. I’m not that lucky.

TTFN from a tired, weary, in pain and far poorer Inchcock.

Hehehe!

Sun 5th July 2015: Progress – Slowly, but progress plus late Whoopsiedangleplop!

Sunday 5^th July 2015

**Sorry, I meant through the balcony netting**

Up at 0315hrs.

Cramps were bad last night and even worse the ‘Little Inch’ lesion had been bleeding bad – and I have no cream here at the new flat. Tsk!

WC’d.

Made a cuppa – it seems to taste better when brewed here in the flat?

Took me morning medications with it. Made a list of urgent things I need from the old dump when I walk back to the dump for Michelle to collect me old fridge-freezer.

Must remember to collect Warfarin, Vit C complex, Oil capsules, clock, mobile charger and me curried bean spices.

Then took the photo at the top of this diary – and hour later it looked like this. Beautiful cloud formations I thought?

As I withdrew the camera from between the netting, it caught on the netting a bit and then commenced a few worrying moments as swore as I fumbled and juggled with it to retrieve it before it went over the balcony… (Oh dear, frightening seconds there!)

Somehow I got it back in my arthritic hands and sighed such a sigh of relief. Phew!

A Whoopsiedangleplop of mammoth proportions avoided there!

Had a pot of porridge and enjoyed it. I hope I can get a fridge soon as the milk keeps going sour and the nearest shop is a 25 minute walk each way. Tsk!

Made up me pots of medications last night – but realised I’d missed bringing the Warfarin – so must get them later when I go to the flea-pit to give the freezer.

Went on Facebook for ages, nice having a few folk show interest in me welfare, I like it.

Got missen ready and had a walk to Carrington to do some sorting and meet the folk who are collecting the fridge/freezer.

Took a bag of rubbish to the chute and got the lift down – et a chap at the entrance had a little chin-wag, seemed a decent sort.

No buses on Sundays, so set off down Winchester Street.

No one around much, traffic or pedestrians at this point. I had plenty of time and dawdled a bit, then realised I was missing sorting out time at the dump, so increased me speed to 1.1 mph. Hehehe!

Arrived with 2 hours to spare before the ETA of he people – so knuckled down and shifted the debris and rubbish to make a pathway through for when they come to take the fridge-freezer and its contents.

I was getting a bit weary by then, but foolishly pressed on sorting and taking bags of unwanted crap to the bins.

By the time I decided enough was enough I needed to use me walking stick – good really, cause it reminded me to take it with me back to the flat.

But oh me back and knees – I really must get a bed, that air-bed that Steve lent me is crippling me.

Then came an incident that made me really appreciate getting away from the area. Two maisonettes opposite have been occupied – and here are about eight kids from about three to eleven years of age – and can they scream and ball!

I took me hearing-aids out but could still hear em!

The two men arrived a little late. They knew what they were doing as they had it out in minutes, barrow and straps all ready.

One of the bloke took off with fridge in his van and the other one, both sounded Russian or Polish, offered me some cash and I said no – you’re doing me a favour, one less thing for me to worry about.

Then on impulse I asked him if he could run me back to the flat and he agreed as he actually had to pass it on the way home – lucky that!

His Mother in law lives at the same block, and he warned me about a bloke who has been getting loans of off residents, including his mother-in-law and using the money to get Ukrainian prostitutes in. He said he was about 70 years old and to avoid him. They had gone to the police as others had, but was told there was nothing they can do as it is a private matter? He was telling me as he ran me home.

Realised I’d forgotten to get some milk.

Well shattered I got in and sorted the two bags of stuff I’d collected. Then added the Warfarin to the pots I did yesterday.

Put the stuff away and had a cuppa.

Then on the laptop and added to this diary.

It rained giants droplets for about 30 seconds and then stopped?

Took me medications early so as not to forget them later.

Got the painter coming in tomorrow – doctors at 09… no, they changed it to Tuesday… confusing yer know innit?

Opened the window a smidge and the gnats feasted on me within seconds. Hehe!

I brought me binoculars with me to view from the window and balcony – I’d forgotten how crap they were. A sticker on them says: 6×35 High Power – Phwert!

Checked me emails.

Made a list of things to see Steve from Age Concern about.

Updated me diary.

So weary now, but not tired?

Then it happened…

I was just finishing putting away some things, in the kitchen turned, and managed to trip over a loose floor tile.

Bruised left arm wrist, scratched right wrist and banged me head (No bother on the last one).

Tsk!

Sat July 2015: Inchcock Today –

Saturday 14^th June 2015

Up at 0310hrs.

The bedroom felt cold last night, the other rooms didn’t?

Made cuppa and took me last pot of medications.

Bit of thunder and lightning going on this morning, it soon stopped though.

Then I took a photo from the kitchen window from the same view as the one I took last night. Interesting comparison I thought?

Laptop on, another cuppa and started on this diary.

Must remember what I need to get today.

Back to the dump to get medications, chemist to get new prescriptions, get bread and long-life milk (The little bottle I got has curdled now – no fridge yet! Huh!)

Checked emails and Facebooked for a while.

No hot water this morning, have to boil water in the kettle to have a shave.

The rain turned to mist and then fog after I took this picture.

Managed to force down a pot of Golden Syrup flavoured porridge, cause I imagine it ain’t good not eating for so long. Just not hungry?

Then, although I haven’t got all the seasoning to make curried beans, I opened a tin and mixed in some sultanas left them to soak in. I hope to remember, and be able to carry some of the seasonings from the flea-pit later today. (I forgot – huh!)

There are only four buses today (Mind you, tomorrow there are none!), first one at 1030hrs, so I have plenty of time to have wash and shave using hot water from the kettle – what a farce. I still haven’t seen anyone to ask about this lack of hot water in the mornings and days. (I dare not ask the Camp Kommandant Obergruppenführer woman), but I think a lady told me there are none of them on site at the week-ends.

Ah well, I’ll get the kettle on and have a shave then… back in a bit…

Set off taking the letters for Mrs Leadbetter with me and couple of bags to put me stuff in from the flea-pit and me shopping.

On me way down in the lift I put the camera low so it wont be seen and took a photo of missen – then remembered the CCTV camera, Tsk!

The Community shed was all locked up. So stuck the letters in me bag to deliver later.

Set of on me walk down Winchester Street hill and on to Carrington.

The sun was coming out now.

Got in the hovel and packed some stuff that I could find that I might need, mobile charger, socks, undies, etc. I thought I’d put some shirts in as well, but later found they were some Lounge trews that were too small. I decided to bus to town and get some cheapo t-shirts.

Called at the chemist who told me it’s two weeks yet before the prescription is due. All this hassle got me even more confused than usual.

So back to the house and picked up what medication were there to do-up into pots tomorrow.

Called in Tesco in town got some bread and ham to have with me beans later.

A good few folk about.

Went to the bust-stop to get the L9 back to the flats – next one was due 2 hours later!

There was only four buses running on a Saturday – every two hours over 0930 to 1630. And there are none running at all on a Sunday. So I might get me medication pots done and have a walk locally to get the lay of the land so to speak?

I called in Primark got some shirts and socks then back to the bus-stop.

When I got back to the flat many letters had been delivered. Three for Mrs Leadbetter, and five for me!

One about the direct debit fer the rent, and three giving me dates fro when the repairmen will be calling to do jobs.

The other a con-job from a someone giving me a number to ring to get 200% return on summat or other – binned it.

You should see me Google diary now. Hang on, I’ll try to take a screen shot of it…

I put the hot water immersion on but nowt happened.

An hour or so later tried again and the light came on – it worked?

Searched and searched for me mobile – going potty I was – had I left or dropped it on the bus – oh dear…

Eventually after a beard growth or half an inch I found it – plugged in charging behind the microwave. Wot a plonka!

I had a bash on Facebook to have a break like.

The blow-up bed that Steve has loaned me has a Velcro like coating and every time I moved it holds on to me jammies and this caused a nasty Whoopsiedangleplop within minutes of me nodding off. The little Inch started bleeding rather badly. Spent the next hour or two in the bathroom cleaning missen up and trying to stop the bleeding. Got bad at one stage and I thought about calling for help.

None of the clinics creams or pads here at the flat – an oversight I regretted. Must remember to collect some tomorrow from the dump.

TTFN all.

Inchcock Gets Five Letters Delivered!

**Showing off int Lift – then he remembered the CCTC in it and stopped! Hehe!**

Inchcock goes to get his medications and other bits from the old flea-pit – then into town to get bread milk and t-shirts – Returns to flat to find five letters from Nottingham City Homes, and one from he don’t know where!

**He gorra bit uptight when he saw all these letters like…**

The first one from the Nottingham City Homes:

From KGS Rents & Leasehold Manager: Just detailing why we have to pay in advance and giving a list of dates over the next nine months and how much. Gave me a Service User number and Reference number.

The second one from the Nottingham City Homes:

From their Customer Service Centre: informing me they would be sending a repair team to look at the Air Vent that is coming away from the wall in the kitchen – on 17th July twixt 0930hrs and 1430hrs. And to make sure an appropriate adult is at the property when we carry out the work. Move furniture and other items out of the area before their arrival. Fair enuf, I suppose.

The third one from the Nottingham City Homes:

From Alix Dale Communications Officer Capital Projects & Secure Warm Modern??? Nottingham City Homes have appointed Swift Fire & Security (Swift) to carry out an annual inspection and test at of all smoke detectors in Woodthorpe Courts sometime between 0830hrs and 1700hrs. As it is vital you allow the Swift engineer access into your flat. If these times are not convenient please call Swift office on (Number given) choose option 1 and then press 1 for service.

The forth one from the Nottingham City Homes:

From their Customer Service Centre: Repairs to UPVC window -Window stiff, itchen drawer. 9th July twixt 0930hrs and 1430hrs. make sure an appropriate adult is at the property when we carry out the work. Move furniture and other items however if the work is more extensive that we thought we may need to come back. You will be informed by a member of our staff on the day. We will attempt to carry out the repair on this visit. Fair enuf, I suppose again.

As if I haven’t got enough appointments with the decorators coming, the painter coming, the carpetman, cooker, fridge-freezer and me medical appointments – oh dear!

The fifth one from Gawd know where:

From a very poorly educated Olalacam Akeen who informs me: I can get a 200% return on the smalle amount of capital if transferred from your account. Details providedd will be not kept secret between Ilcoy Inc and yor self. Binned it!

Well, he speaks more and better English than I do of whatever his language is. Hehe!

Inchcock Working away at his move to his new flat

Inchcock Working away at his move to his new flat

Despite his many ailments and his fear of the new flat complex’s Female Obergruppenführer: He carries on getting knowhere in his mission to make the place habitable and not to run of of funds doing so… He’s failing there!

Fri 13th July 2015:

Friday 13^th June 2015

Again not much sleep due to me racing – but getting nowhere mind. Shame that!

Cuppa and medications taken, lesion cleaned-up and ointment applied.

Got down around 0510hrs and straight on the laptop to see what was to be done today.

BJ rang missed the call due to WC’ing. Rang him back.

He came to pick me and some of me bagged-up stuff up to lift me to the flat – bless him muchly.

I sorted the stuff I needed so as to sleep at the flat tonight ready.

When he arrived I asked him if we could call at the shops in Sherwood on the way to try to get a seat/chair and mirror to shave by.

We called in Wilkinson’s and got a mirror.

Then got a very hard wooden chair from the charity shop.

Had an eventful time getting the stuff out of the car and into the one working lift – then up to 12^th floor and into the flat! Tsk!

I made me first cuppa tea in the new flat for BJ – I would have joined him, but I only had one cup/mug in the flat. Tsk!

Tesco delivery and the Virgin Media man arrived together.

The Virgin man was polite and helpful.

I did some sorting of stuff that BJ had lifted to the flat for me and made up the collapsible storage crates, they will come in handy! – while the Virgin chap got things sorted for me.

A few hours later and he even got the laptop working to make sure all was okay and working.

I’d has some more mail for the previous tenant to take to the shed on me walk into Sherwood to get toothbrush, brush and pan, washing-up liquid and cushions for the chair.

The community shed was locked-up, so stuck em back in me bag to try again tomorrow.

Walked down Winchester Street into Sherwood and called at the haberdashery shop and got some cushions to tie on the chair.

Wilkinson’s to get toothbrush and the other bits.

Waited and caught bus back up the Winchester Street hill and the flats.

The shed was still locked-up.

I must find out the times of when things are available as soon as I can – what are the emergency numbers etc?

Some of the residents were out in their deck chairs sunning themselves.

I was hoping to speak to someone about things to sort and to get help with the hot water predicament.

Got in and tied the cushions to the new second-hand chair so I could at least sit-down in relative comfort.

I think it was the third time I sat on it the ties came off and I very nearly had another Whoopsiedangleplop! Huh!

At least I now have something in the front room! A telephone that works, Virgin Internet paraphernalia and me new second-hand chair now with cushions – even if they have dropped off. Hehe!

Steve rang but I missed the call. Rang him back he’s coming to the flat shortly to talk about things.

Started this diary, feeling a bit tired again now.

Took me evening medications with a cuppa.

Thought about what I’d got here that I could have for nosh after Steve’s been and gone – limited choice mind!

Looks like beans and bread up to now. Ah-well!

Waiting for Steve for to arrive I cleaned up the bits and dust the Virgin an left.

Then soaked and cleaned me hearing aid inners.

Then made a graphic adding missen to the photo of the laptop on the internet in the kitchen.

I’ll be glad when Steve arrives, he’s going to pump up the air mattress for me to kip on and I do need some kip! If the hot water lasts I’d hoped to have a bath, but they ask us not to have a bath after a certain time because the noise of the water can annoy neighbours. So another stand-up wash then…?

Steve arrived and kindly pumped more air into the mattress so I cold try to sleep on it tonight – my first night sleeping at the flat. not that I get to sleep like – too excited methinks, still lots to do but I feel I’m getting there at last.

Steve has arranged for the decorator to come Monday and Tuesday, tells me I can rely on the man and leave him alone when I go out for me medical prevarications, clinic appointment and whatever.

Off shot Steve and I had the best bath I’ve had in ages – bit of a soak in Jasmine and Lavender bath suds, and shortage of hot water either – luverly!

But I couldn’t get to sleep at all – despite feeling weary. So carried on with this diary.

Must go back to the dump tomorrow to get some medications and call in the chemist to get me monthly supply – then pick up some more bits I might need if I sleep here again tomorrow night – clothes, nail-cutters, painkillers, bread milk and something else that I can’t recall what now. Huh!

Might call in the charity shop to see if I can get to buy the soft chair and desk I saw earlier. They won’t be able to deliver until Wednesday and delivery will cost £30 minimum – but the chair is very comfy and not too low, and the desk should be ideal for me laptop and things. Hope they haven’t been sold when I get there.

Nightie night all… TTFN

Thu 2 July 2015: Inchcock Today: Another frustrating day – Hey-ho!

Thursday 2^nd July 2015

Lousy nights kip – I was so drained and the feet knees and ankles were painful and swollen from all the walking I’d done yesterday, yet then the cramps started as well!

No sleep as such, kept waking up regularly in mini-agony… Tsk!

Got the things ready for the surgery and items in me bag to take to the flat and set off.

The nurse did me and we managed a little chin-wag in between her fondling, measuring and recording the findings of various departments of me body parts (Bless her).

I caught a bus into town and called at the virgin shop to be snubbed and sneered at by asking them for details of me plan I’d signed up for.

Then i called in Jessops while they have the Sale on for a couple of more days and looked at their telephones on sale. They had one with large buttons and volume control reduced from £25.99 to £15.00 cause it had no instruction book. So I bought that ready for tomorrow when Virgin come to set me up.

Then called in the Pound shop to get some mini-pots for me medications.

The bag’s are getting heavier now…

I went to the Nottingham Transport shop to see if I could get a timetable of the L8 and L9 bus service that covers the flats – couldn’t find one on the racks, so I joined the queue and asked the nice glaring at me face lady if they had any – she disappeared for a bit and returned to tell me no, it appears they have ran out of them. Hey-ho!

On me way to the bus-stop to see when the net L8 was due, I saw some sausage baguettes that looked nice, so I got one to nosh later at the flat.

The L8 was due in 35 minutes so I wandered around for a bit, taking a ‘Bling’ photograph for the TFZ gals and guys, and returned to the bus-stop – first in the resulting queue I was – but still got on last when it arrived ten minutes later as the others barged passed me. Huh!

The bus took a route all over several areas eventually getting me to the flats.

I called at the community shed first, there was a meeting going on, so I tried to push the letters I’d had delivered at the flat for the previous lady tenant under the office room door – a lady came out of the meeting and took them off me.

I made me way to Woodthorpe Court and got in the flat.

Took a photo of the doorway into the section of three flats – the red one on the right is my door.

Did a bit of fresh-air spraying and put the key for the balcony door back in the door.

Then put some bits I’d taken away with me… away like.

I realised the sausage baguette was on white bread and had garlic in it? So decided to give it away so someone might eat it in the Community shed.

Took a photo of the walk past the garages out into the Grange area where the student was raped in January.

Then set about deciding where to put Patti Bekert’s painting she did for me when I was down a bot last year.

I decided in the living room – not that there’s anything in it yet like.

The bedroom was too dark to give it credit like.

I cunningly took a close up photo as well and added it.

Then I tried the hot water taps again I’d turned on the heater when I arrived but no light came on it) and low and behold warm water from the bathroom tap.

Then I tried the kitchen tap – you see, I assumed because the red-spotted tap in the bathroom was the hot water one, that the red-spotted one in the kitchen would be the hot one – Silly me! the green on in the kitchen is the hot one. Don’t they make life awkward?

Did some more cleaning and disinfecting and cleaned the bath and sink that needed it on closer inspection with the light on. No window in the bathroom, or mirror or cabinet either yet.

Went down and found the Community Frau Kommandant asked her if she knew anyone that might like the sausage baguette I’d bought, she snapped “I don’t sell residents foods for them! I told her I was giving it away, my fault for buying it without checking the contents first.

She put it in her bag with a gruff “I’ll find someone!”

Then I bravely asked her about the larger and recyclable waste disposal routine.

Before I’d finished asking her she shot the answer rapidly back at me in a booming voice that I could not understand – she really liked it when I asked her to say it again – oh… hassle to come from this Obergruppenführer in the future methinks?

She said in a slower but more baritone voice this time: with an expression that said “You should know this – moron!”, accompanied by possibly the most pompous yet effective sneer I’ve had thrown at me for years – “Put it near the caretakers refuse door!”

It got really sociable when I had to ask her where the caretaker’s refuse door was. Oh dear, one here to avoid if I can methinks.

I went back up to the flat and made sure everything was locked and turned off.

Then got me things to take back to the hovel. Must remember to take me new laptop back there with me in the morning – so if the Virgin men turn up they can get it going for me on their internet. Going to take some clothes as well – then I might stay in the new flat overnight, cause I can have a bath there now having taken the towels and hygiene stuff already, and change me togs too. toothbrushes and stuff should be arriving with the Tesco order – I bet the driver will be happy when he knows he has to ring to get into the flats, and then get all the stuff up me in 72 via the lift – oh dear, more hassle? Hey-ho!

On leaving I took the stairs down instead of the lift – so as to get to know them in case of any emergency at a later date.

Some of the flights had Stair-lifts fitted others didn’t. Got down alright – feeling better than yesterday physically… oh, perhaps I shouldn’t have said that?

I got to the bus-stop for 1520hrs knowing the bus should arrive at 1530hrs.

Two ladies were sat in the shelter waiting and I gave them a friendly Nottingham greeting: “Ayup midducks are yer alreet?”.

All I got back was from one of them “Are you the new bloke then?”

“Yes” I replied, and that was that!

The bus arrived and confused me a bit by taking a different route to Monday when I caught it. It worked out well cause I dropped off near Mansfield Road, and dropped into the Polish shop and got a loaf and some Belly pork with peppers to have fer me nosh.

As I walked along Mansfield Road into Carrington a bloke passed me riding his bicycle in the road while having a black bull-terrier on a leash running alongside of him – then he turned onto the pavement at great speed.

I couldn’t get me camera out in time to clock him. but further along the road he came at me, dog in tow on the pavement and I managed to turn around to get a photo of the pillock come toss-pot.

Got in to the flea-pit and found an email from the lady interested in taking the old fridge freezer off my hands. She’s going to try to get her brother to fetch it on Sunday or maybe Saturday. I emailed her back saying okay.

Finished off this diary and made notes of what to remember for tomorrow… Mmm?

Made me sandwiches and watched a DVD while eating them. Took me medications too.

I just hope the lady doesn’t wake me up late about the fridge-freezer situation.

Nodded off for an hour and then sprang awake thinking it was tome to get up – then I felt the all too familiar warm wet glow from me lower regions. Got up and cleaned missen up – but could not get back to sleep for ages… and ages… Tsk!

Wed 1st July 2015: Inchcock Today: Still in a pickle…

Wednesday 1^st July 2015

Still in a pickle!

Woke 0410hrs – put the water heater on – then took me medications and laid there pondering on the day’s demands coming my way.

Lot’s to do again still. Get the things ready to take to the new flat – Steve coming at 1200hrs – Workmen coming to the flat ‘‘twixt 1215 and 1415hrs to look at the bathroom toilet blockage and the brown water coming from the cold water tap, things to sort in the kitchen packing away stuff… must talk with Steve about the sequence of things, so much to sort… got to get Fridge-freezer and cooker and internet connection… confused even thinking about it. by then I’m sure I’ll be ready to get me head down. Tsk!

A cuppa and some stuff out to the bins and got on with Facebook for a bit, then finished and posted yesterdays Diary, started this diary.

Had a bash at amending graphics on Serifdrawplus without any success, did it better in Coreldraw x7.

Sorted the things to take with me today (I hope) that I’ll need in the new place that I can a store in the cupboards so as to make it easier for the decorator to get his job done and the carpet layer who I haven’t even thought of sorting yet… Huh!

Steve rang, he will not be coming to pick me up but meet me at the flat with a volunteer Age UK helper Glendora.

Set off with two heavy carrier bags on me walk to the flat.

35 minutes later – bedraggled, burning feet and well knackered I arrived at Woodthorpe Court.

I put on the immersion heater. I was good and early and decided being as I’d taken some cleaners with the other things, to clean the windows. They are type you can turn around to clean the other side.

When I completed the turning stale rainwater flowed out of three corroded parts and I had a right mess to clear up. Luckily I’d taken a bowel and some basins and used them to put under the escaping water – unfortunately not before it had soaked me cap and crossword book and spilt onto the power point! I left it in the open position to let the water drain.

A good start methought!

I found what I thought was a large smudge of Tippex on the living room window – on closer inspection it was what looked like a pellet shot hole that had been covered. Mmm?

I tried the water later but it had not warmed up at all after an hour?

Then some mail came fr the previous tenant. I put them in me bag to drop off at the community shed when I left.

The phone rang, it was Glendora arriving. A few seconds later I thought perhaps she did not know the way up – so I nipped in a lift and went down to the entrance area, as she was in the other lift going up, so I went back up and found her knocking on the flat door.

Nice lady I had met her once before when I first met Steve.

She started to ask me things and then Steve rang to be let in.

Things got a little hard to follow then as they were both speaking and it was hard to make out what was being said.

Then it got worse, the plumber rang for entry and started to toy with the pipes in the bathroom.

As Glendora and Steve were thankfully sorting out on the phone for me the Virgin internet setting up of, the plumber said all done mate and I asked him what the problem had been with the WC – “Wot problem?” he asked. I pointed out the Do Not Use wrapper around the toilet seat – he looked down it and pulled the chain saying “Nowt wrong wi that!” So all this time I’ve been unable to relieve missen, it just needed the chain pulling? I noticed he flushed the sign telling me not to use it down sharpish like. Tsk!

Steve told me he’s sorted Virgin internet connection to be done Friday between 1300hrs and 1800hrs. With Tesco delivering Friday as well twixt 1200hrs to 1400hrs that fitted in nicely.

Thursday (Tomorrow) is Doctors at 0900hrs, nurse at 0930hrs and possibly a trip to the clinic depending on what the nurse thought of the state of me bleeding little lesion?

Steve produced a blow up mattress for me to use until I can get a new one – nice of him I thought!

Much talking of things I had to do, things not to do and things important and those less important followed – I’d gotten confused by then with it all, and was feeling really drained, happy, but drained.

We had a 30 second thunderstorm then. Gosh the thunder sounds loud when your high up in the sky – Hehehe!

Steve and Glendora left and I checked everything to make sure it was safe with nowt left on like – the hot water was still cold in the kitchen when I turned off the heater after four hours? Locked up and made me way to call at the community shed to drop off the letters on me way back to the flea-pit.

The shed was locked-up, hey-ho!

It took me 30 minutes to walk back to Carrington and when I got to the Co-op store me mobile rang – but I couldn’t hear what was being said due to me deafness and the noise of the traffic.

Got some milk and made me way back – and the phone rang again – it was someone from the flats asking me to be in the flat Monday between 1200 and 1700hrs to be spoken to about the intercom?

I got back in and so tired and weary and the door lock would not lock? While struggling with it, getting nowhere Steve rang – it seems when I tried to ring the first caller back I’d dialled his number in mistake. Huh! He said he would be passing my dump in about five minutes and would call in to see if he cold help.

The INR results had been delivered and I had to get the next one done on the Monday. Steve kindly rang the surgery to make an appointment for me on Monday morning – because of the need for me to be in the flat twixt 1200 and 1700hrs for the intercom thing whatever it is on Monday. The receptionist told him there were no free slots on Monday at all – but could make it on Tuesday at 0930hrs, Mmm? And yet last week when I asked them to make it Tuesday instead of Monday, they insisted if the hospital say Monday, then Monday it must be!!! Confusing innit?

Too tired to make owt fancy I had microwave sausage sandwiches and me medications for nosh.

By gawd me feet are aching and stinging now.

Here are the photo’s I took before it got hectic at the new flat today:

TTFN all!

Tue June 15: Inchcock Today: The Mind races, Leaving me brain behind!

Tuesday 30^th June 2015

Slept a long time last night, got over five hours in.

The dreams were all about problems with the moving abode – at least I think they were – because they were fresh in me mind when I sprang awake at 0400hrs and lay pondering on how to solve them for ages – no solutions came though.

Having no transport is a bind – failing to order the freezer and cooker yesterday and the wasted half-day trying to, was a blow that sent me into a low. Oh, poetry!

Today is launderette day – I am hoping that BJ can let me go with him to Asda and I can get some pans, mop and bucket and maybe a television? Then I’ll ask him if and when he can help further by lifting them and the other stuff I have ready to use in the new flat up to Woodthorpe Court.

I must ring Steve later, to find out about the Virgin internet set-up and the decorating situation. Got to wait for the paint to arrive at the flat first – which means me being there to accept it – so much confusion, so many things to tackle and so many things Medical appointments, repair men from the City Homes Council and the toilet is unusable until they sort it out in the new flat things to remember or forget worry me a bit.

First time I’ve moved from a house. Nervous and panicky is how I see myself at the moment. Being on my own without transport isn’t helping.

I think it’s amazing how some folk cope with their moves.

The heating is storage heaters in the flat – they confuse me as well.

Started this diary and made a cuppa. Took me medications. (Missing these in me confused state is another worry – Tsk!

Took some rubbish out to the bin and made a list of items I might (If BJ can help me out – Again!) be able to get from Asda for the new flat.

I feel a bit guilty asking BJ for help all the time – summat else to get me down. I think he might get pissed off with me soon.

And I’ll probably have two poll-taxes to pay until I sell the house… oh, the mind races leaving me brain behind!

Got the washing ready and had a wash and brush-up before setting off for the launderette.

Nice warm morning, no yobs about and me cancer wound was a lot better.

Good stuff methought!

Got to the launderette and Mandy was on duty

Had a chin-wag and laugh like.

BJ arrived and i asked him if he could take me with him to Asda so I could get some stuff for the new flat and take it up there.

He said he hasn’t much time but he would. I feel terrible putting on him for help like this.

A man from City Homes rang, he wanted to get into the flat to replace the damaged glass on the kitchen window. I said we should be there around 1215hrs.

BJ ran us to Asda where I spent a bit getting needed accessories for the flat.

Brushes, cutlery, kettle, towels, mugs, drainage rack for the sink, bottles of mineral water in case the brown water was still coming out of the cold water taps Tsk!

Getting on now and BJ had no tie to help me into the flat with them bless him, he got me into the lift with the bags and had to shoot off. I thanked him as he disappeared from view.

Up to the 12th floor and somehow struggled out of the lift and got the stuff into the flat.

I took some photographs of the flat.

Then the phone on the wall rang – glad to say it is pretty loud and it was the maintenance men come to do the window.

I sneaked a shot of the from behind showing the marvellous view from the window.

They had it done in a few minutes ad left me a little pile of rubbish to clear up, bless them.

I took a photographicalation fro the balcony, sticking the camera between the mesh netting to get a clear shot.

This cheered me up a bit – until I went into the bathroom and saw the Do Not Use sign still on the toilet seat.

Brown water was still coming out of the cold tap I’m afraid to say.

I stuck some air-freshers I got from Asda in each room.

There was a pile of letters for the previous occupant lady.

I thought I’d go see if I could fins any of the staff to ask what to do with them so took them with me to the lift.

As I left the flat, there are two other flat doorways in a recess and I saw my neighbour and had a chat with her, about my age and very pretty she was.

As I got in the main 12th floor area near the lifts I popped in to see the rubbish chute and broke up some cardboard to see if it went down alright – I must ask someone about if there is a recycle one to use.

A grand chap name of Norman came to me as I got in the lift. He said they keep changing people to other flats near him and didn’t sound to happy about it for some reason?

I got down and called at the community cabin thing and found a woman there and asked her about the letters, she said just bring them here. So I gave the to her. She didn’t know about the waste chute, as she was standing in for someone on holiday.

I walked down into Sherwood and got some stuff from Wilkinson’s. Tin openers and pans for the cooker if ever I manage to get one like.

As I started to walk down Winchester Street, I spotted these flowers that seemed to have turned to face me.

Walked back to the hovel (Further than I thought) got in and put the kettle on and I got a call from another maintenance guy who said he wanted to take a look at the water problems in me bathroom. Well, I was meeting Steve from UK tomorrow, he’s coming at 1200hrs so he can take some of me bags ready filled with stuff to use at the new place to it. He’s also got someone to help me with getting stuff sorted that I need. Great encouragement that!

Finished me post about the City Homes folder and started to finish this diary. I cheered up a bit, then saw the yobs lurking up and down the street again.

Had me nosh.

Mild Chilli-con-carne, sausages, roast potatoes and cooked beetroot with bread thins.

Followed by a mini cake and a pot of mandarins in jelly.

Rated it 8.2/10.

Very nice.

Then I faded!