0630hrs (Late for me) Woke up in the chair, hobbled to the WC.
Me legs were swollen again and Arthur Itis was visiting me knees fingers and hands. Reflux valve sticking again, bleeding Little Inch and haemorrhoids and toothache persisted.
The skin cancer wound started stinging and itching again?
Hey-ho.
Thought of the dreams I’d had while I was on the porcelain – by the time I’d finished made a cuppa and got the laptop on few memories remained. Somehow I was back in boats/ships again, and frustrated… no details came back to me. Annoying that!
Made another cuppa and took me medications, and extra 30g codeine taken.
Finished off yesterdays diary of Woe and started this one.
Checked emails – Did some Facebooking and posted yesterdays diary. Graphicationalised.
Got a bath and shave, got me things ready and went to the community shed with letter I’d received for Margaret the previous tenant. Gave Deana and Julie their choice of nibbles.
Caught bus to town, then another out to West Bridgford to sister Jane and Pete’s abode.
Gave them their bag of treats. Had a Chin-wag and rollicking received.
Had a bit of fuss with their cats.
We decided that I would ask Steve of Age UK to ring Pete, who had some ideas for selling the old house quicker. I said next time I contact Steve I’ll get him to ring Pete. Pete was not happy that I didn’t ask him first.
Jane managed a smile and showed off her home grown figs.
I walked on to the centre and caught the bus to town.
Dropped off near the Victoria Centre and had a walk around for a while until time to catch the L9 bus back to the flats.
Slipped the pigeons some seed near the back of the council house.
Walked through the slab-square.
The square was full of little ganglets of Nottinghomians.
Not very busy elsewhere.
Caught some citizen ignoring the traffic lights as a tram passed by clanging it’s warning bell.
Along Long Row and up inton Street, that was it’s usual busy self.
Turned into a street to avoid nowadays if you don’t want to be stopped by Big issue sellers, beggars, street artists or consumer service interrogators.
Walked to the top and into Upper Parliament street and left along to the Post Office bus stop.
The L9 arrived and I got on and fell asleep without any problem.
Kept waking and nodded off again and was lucky when I woke just as the bus was arriving at the flat bus stop.
Steve rang minute later – I told him about Pete wanting to speak with him, he sounded a tad put-out by this. Wanted to know why. Told him I thought they were worried about me not things sorted in time before the reserves got too low. After another chin-wag he said he could be free tomorrow but wanted to know what time. I said I’d ring Pete to find out then ring him back.
Rang Pete, who said any time after 1400hrs.
Rang Steve back and he said he’s be at the flat about 1400hrs then.
Tension was in the air…
A letter from Nottingham City Homes arrived about Virgin Media making folk sign a contract with them. Like they had with me. A bit confused about this? Sent email to Dean Walker telling her I’d signed a contract and asking for advice.
I had a walk into Sherwood and called at the Co-op shop to get some beetroot and apple bread. They had some Cheese and Jalepeno bread on sale and I tried one of those, even not knowing what Jalapeno was. Got some other bits so I could use me £1 off if I spend £10 voucher.
Walked back through the park, was going to take some photographs of the birds in there, but had not got me camera with me. Tsk!
Had curried beans, hot dog sausages and the new bread followed by mandarins in jelly with cream cheese.
It was horrible!
Rated this culinary disaster at 3/10. Huh.
The jalepeno in the bread tasted like red hot peppers, I could still taste the burning flavour hours later.
Took me medications.
I washed the pots left them to drain on the draining board, made a drink, sat down and nodded off.
Woke hours later at well gone midnight. Mouth felt like sandpaper, but surprisingly the toothache was no worse.
Cleaned up the kitchen stuff, WC’d and made a cuppa.
Woke up in the chair 0320hrs. Reflux valve, bleeding Little Inch and haemorrhoids and toothache the first things I noticed. Hehe!
To the WC, ‘Little Inchy’ creamed, haemorrhoids bleeding badly, stomach still churning away, but the toothache seems to have eased a little since I woke up.
That’s not the sun, it’s a reflection from me flash – Can’t touch me for it. Hehe!
Got the laptop on.
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
Facebooked catching up with wot I missed yesterday. Checked emails.
Got missen a good spit and polish ready fer the Morrison delivery of fodder.
Morrison’s delivery arrived and I put the stuff away.
BJ rang he’s on his way. Got ready and went down to meet him, rather pleased with myself for remembering to take me mobile, camera, hearing-aids, shopping list – all four items on it, the washing, powder, softener and change for the machine with me.
Got as far as the lift…
Went back and collected me hat.
When we arrived at the launderette I tried to contact Steve at Age UK – no answer again. Left message asking him to contact me.
Two hours later we were all done and BJ lifted us to Asda (Walmart).
I had to get to their loo, hobbling hastily I got there just in time.
Had a good wander round, and ended up spending only £18.15.
That includes a pack of good thick socks at £6.
Bottle bitter orange mixer, mandarins in orange jelly, Washing up liquid, chicken sausages and two new items, well one new one being made again. Walkers have started to produce the Marmite crisps again, si I nabbed two multi-packs of 6. Also spotted some Sweet potato chips in seasoned oil – expensive mind – £2.59 for a tiny bag of em. One of the TFZ gals recommended them so I had a go and got one.
Took a photo of some ‘Bling’ for the TFZ gals.
The toothache started throbbing again.
The sun was coming out when we left the store.
Got an ear dropper from the chemist on the way out.
Not too busy today, far less than usual when I used to go regularly with BJ on a Tuesday.
Tried ringing Steve at Age UK again – I do like wasting my time don’t I? Huh!
BJ dropped me off outside the flats, and I hobbled up with the two laundry ans shopping bag to the flat.
The lift was making some disturbingly odd sounds?
WC’d and got me dinner started, then laptop on and updated this tosh.
Took a long distance photo with new Panasonic camera of the top of the path into the woods – the first time I think that I’ve looked in this direction without seeing owners or dogs or ankle-snappers, Park Cyclists or yobs – in fact no one was in site?
Made me nosh and thoroughly enjoyed it – another 8.9/10 for this one. Very tasty!
The Sweet potatoes were grand.
Cleaned me pots, opened the blister-pack that held the ear-dropper in it – tugged at the edge and what do yer reckon? – Whoopsiedangleplop, When it finally gave I hit me blooming chin and set the tooth off again! Grrr!
One more final attempt to get in touch with me councillor Steve from Age UK – failed again.
Back on the laptop to catch up up to here, then tried the Serif Draw again – never really got into this package, I’ll see how it goes.
Waste of time, I can’t get used to it at all.
Lost hours with it – fruitless hours.
Facebooked and put some of me graphics on Facebook.
Watched the TV for a good while. Until I fell asleep for a minute or so and pressed a button on the remote and woke with the screen bare bara notetelling me there is no DVD in the unit?
I tried me best to find out how to clear it back to the TV. An hour or so later I gave up and turned it off, disconnected then reconnected the goggle-box, and still the same message came up. Then, hard to understand how this happened I know: I dropped the remote and caught it as it hit the chair arm – and the TV came back on?!?!?
All this because John Lewis who sold me the set sent a different remote to that in the instruction manual, and I could find no details or guides for this replacement control on the web anywhere. Tsk!
Nodded off again eventually, woke up with toothache.
Woke up in the chair 0305 hrs, ‘Little Inchy’ bleeding, stomach still churning and feeling guilt-ridden and pathetic.
Made a cuppa and got the laptop started.
Had a supportive email from ‘Ratty’ about me sorting problems – thanks Ratty.
To WC and tended to bleeding ‘Little Inchy’.
Still feeling but down, I thought of the days demands. I must get diaries done, check me emails, keep up with Facebooking, then get a bath and shave and ready the things for the INR Warfarin Blood level tests at 1230hrs at the GP surgery.
Then I try to call Steve from Age UK to see what he plans to do about selling the old place. No answer.
According to whether I get through to him and an answer, and what he plans, I’ll see if I can get time to sort a bag or two out.
Started this diary.
An unwanted and unexpected feeling of utter depression built as the day went on.
My lower legs blew up hard like balloons, the bleeding, the toothache, the angina and more bothersome than ever was the reflux valve. Yet none of these were the reason for my depression – I think.
Photo taken from under a bus shelter to avoid gerrin me camera wet!
Again, all I did was graphics and internet until I got ready for me walk to the GP surgery.
It was pouring with rain, I put me big coat on and set out on me poddle to the surgery.
Called in the Winwood Community shed, no one there.
Got thoroughly soaked by the time I got to the surgery.
Made appointment for me flu jab, the nurse did me blood tests.
Went to Lidl and got some bits. Bus back to Sherwood, walkd through the park back to flat.
Made me nosh and didn’t even wash-up after it.
Odd that feeling like I do at the moment I continued to nibble biscuits, curls and iced lollies for the rest of me waking hours?
Collapsed in an odd sort of maze and did nothing in the work or sorting departments.
Watched some TV for ages, but my mind was not on it.
Didn’t even put the laptop on!
A deep melancholy took over. But somehow, as soon as I got me head down I nodded off as if my life depended upon it?
Woke up when BJ rang to say he’s pick me up in the morning twixt o800 > 0830hrs and lift me to the launderette bless him.
Woke a few times, can’t remember the dreams but I knew I’d had them.
Then on one occasion the toothache was bad so I went to get some painkillers and Whoopsiedangleplop! – the reflux valve stuck and i really thought “This is it” – amazing how although struggling to breath, I seemed so calm about it. Lasted a couple of minutes, then cleared, I could feel the selling going down and being replaced with a pain I’d not had before. Ah-well.
Sorry this diary might seem a tad morose, but that’s how the day was.
Woke at 0615hrs: Full of memories of some of me dreams, the one I recalled best was of me in a frogman’s outfit that had cockroaches inside the helmet, I was at the bottom of the ocean, and a fish (fresh-water Carp like one) was trying to break into me helmet? Duncan Robertson, well his head anyway, was floating around and talking to the fish – no idea what he was saying like. For some reason I was searching I think, for me hearing aids on the bottom of the ocean? Duncan disappeared and returned with a note on a school easel and pointed it out to me, it said “Ferry on the way, don’t burnt your porridge?” Lots happened then but I can’t recall what exactly, only that I found myself on a bus driving along the sea-bed and Duncan was the bus conductor, and he hit me with his ticket machine and threw me off the bus without my frogman’s outfit, but handed me a sign printed ‘Help’ first, then started eating the cockroaches?
I got up and WC’d then made a cuppa and took me medications.
Laptop on and got into finishing yesterdays diary off and doing some graphic preparation work, and created the dream-scene above.
Then I put an advertisement on the Streetwise sight to sell me microwave cooker.
Got carried away and me tea went cold, made another and when I was in t’kitchen noticed a lady with her two dogs 13 floors below outside on the field.
This for some reason cheered me up, seeing the dogs tails wagging furiously and her giving them fuss and attention, so I took a photo of them with me Panasonic camera.
Not one of me best, but they were a long way away – that’s my excuse anyway I say. Hehe!
Still didn’t get me second cuppa though – Little Inchy was very sore and leaked a bit of blood again, so I went in t’bathroom and tended to him.
Not complaining at all though, me other ailments were all apparently giving me a rest this morning: The Ulcer was nae bother at all, the reflux valve had gone down nicely, the skin cancer wound was only itching a bit and no pain whatsoever, Arthur Itis was not bad at all, Anne Gyna was calm too. The hernia only gave me little twinges, and the bruise from me last Whoopsiedangleplop had all but disappeared, so only Little Inchy bothering me at the moment! Great! Add to this the being cheered up by seeing the woof-woofs so happy, I’m feeling very contented for once.
I sent a message to the local police about the many pavement Cyclists on the roads locally:
Good morning,
I’m writing to ascertain what the law really is about cyclists riding on the pavement locally to me. (anywhere really I suppose).
Being elderly and not so nimble nowadays, every time I go out to Sherwood I see cyclist on the pavements.
I realise they may find it dangerous on the roads – but not one of the dozens I have photographed and hundreds I have seen have had a honker, horn or bell on their bikes.
My being partially deaf this would not help me much anyway I know.
I have had cyclist on the pavement coming from behind at great speed, many of them using the mobile phone whilst riding.
giving me and others I’ve spoken to a nasty shock – on three occasions I’ve been hit by them, none of them stopped afterwards either.
They in escaping danger for themselves are creating danger and hassle for the less able pedestrians.
If they are too scared to use the roads they shouldn’t be on a bike.
I enclose just a few of those I’ve caught with me camera.
This is a serious worry and concern for me, and many others in the aided-flats i live in now, after moving from my house to avoid the local yobs.
I’m really concerned almost frightened to go out lately so many of them and they do not slow down, and just give abuse if I mention anything about their possible illegal activities.
Thank you.
Made yet another cuppa and got on with this diary, then did some Facebooking, checked me emails and blogged.
Rated 8.8/10 Super-good Nosh this one: Virgin oiled red peppers, wonderful roast parsnips, cubed potatoes, beetroot, red onion, beef pasty, apple, roast potatoes, garden peas & carrots. Followed by Blackcurrant jelly & cream!
Got me nosh going.
Did some Facebooking while it cooked the settled down to eat it.
Rated this one 8.8/10, very nice.
Beef pasty, red onions, garden peas, carrots, beetroot, roast parsnips cubed potatoes, red peppers marinated in Virgin oil and roast potatoes.
The usual tiredness came over me quickly. so I updated this diary to here, made a cuppa and took me medications.
Woke up in the chair – distorted and with the angina and reflux valve giving me some gip – That’ll serve me right for missing me evening medications last night – Huh!
Made a cuppa and took me morning medications with extra painkillers.
Boy I must have been so tired again last night.
Set the laptop up with the new powered multi-USB thingamajig, so I could have access to two DSIM cards at the same time. Finished yesterdays dairy.
WC’d, bleeding not so bad this morning. The skin cancer wound started itching and stinging when I had me wash?
Did some Facebooking, checked emails and started work on a graphicalisation idea I had, that didn’t come out well.
So I spent the next few hours getting it right!
Then, the day almost gone, I made missen some nosh.
Beef sarnies, potatoes, chips (Fries) apple and beetroot followed by Cornish clotted cream with lemon yoghurt.
Took me medications with a cuppa.
Watched some TV, not a lot as I fell asleep again – forced missen down onto me quilt on the floor.
Woke and lay there thinking of the dreams I’d had: I was driving around the countryside at night in a great luxury car, A BMW type, and dropping folk off and picking some up. It was foggy and dank. I had the feeling that the people I was taking and picking up were happy? – Later in a totally different scenario I was stuck in a spiders web, but not concerned at all as the beast approached and wrapped me up and hung me up? – I found a scribbled note on me book about Back at college doing Grocers Institute course, but can’t remember owt about it like?
Forced missen to get up, boy was I still tired.
Soon found ‘Little Inchy’ had been and was Bleeding, so I went t’bathroom the corticosteroid cream is getting low now. Not easy stopping the leakage this morning but I eventually managed it. WC’d.
Made cuppa and took me medications.
Found wrist alarm and hearing aids where I expected to (Not bragging like… well, yes I am). Made sure I’d got all I needed in me bag and jacket: Solicitors letters to show Jane and Pete as I collect the house-deeds later on me visit to fuss Fooey the cat, camera, nibbles for Jane and Pete, mobile phone in pocket, bus-pass.
Did some Facebooking and finished yesterdays Diary.
Time to do some graphicalisationing before I have to get missen cleaned up ready for me trip to the Mansion.
All prepared I went down and waited in the reception area at the entrance for a few minutes due to the weather being cold outside.
♫ Baby it’s cold outside,
(I really can’t stay) But, baby, it’s cold outside
(I’ve got to go away) But, baby, it’s cold outside
(This evening has been) Been hoping that you’d drop in
(So very nice) I’ll hold your hands they’re just like ice
(My mother will start to worry) Beautiful, what’s your hurry
(My father will be pacing the floor) Listen to the fireplace roar
(So really I’d better scurry) Beautiful, please don’t hurry
(Well, maybe just half a drink more) Put some records on while I pour
(The neighbours might think) Baby, it’s bad out there
(Say what’s in this drink) No cabs to be had out there
(I wish I knew how) Your eyes are like starlight now
(To break this spell) I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell
(I ought to say no, no, no, sir) Mind if I move in closer… ♫
Sorry, got carried away again… Tsk!
Had a chin-wag with some other tenants as we waited, then moved out and I got the bus into town.
Slipped the pigeons some seeds as I walked to the bus-stop and caught the bus out to West Bridgford. I was soon at Jane & Pete’s palace. Jane was cleaning the porch-way windows and floor, so got me to step over onto the mat… nearly had a Whoopsiedangleplop!
I gave them their nibbles and pressies, half expected birthday surprise back from them but nothing matured.
Pete produced some old blown-up Ordnance Survey maps of old Nottingham and we had an interesting chat over them.
After Jane and Pete finished their er… discussion on where Cromwell Street was on the map – Jane won 3-2, we looked at another two maps Pete had.
It was fascinating looking at how it was in 1865.
Whoever drew them to scale must have been a genius without all the od cons not being available.
A squirrel appeared on the there bird table and I used me new camera to take some shots of it.
Very pleased with the results I must say.
Took some photo’s of Fooey. They came out with Red-eye, so I’ll me interested in seeing how they come out after treatment on the Corelpaint proggy later, never tried red eye removal before.
Then Jane set to kindly explaining my faults to me:
I don’t listen to what people say! Difficult when she and Pete are talking at the same time with the TV on in the background – but I dare not say owt like…
I don’t eat properly. How does she know when she hasn’t been to see me for two years? – but I dare not say owt like…
I’m too trusting! – Guilty!
I can’t expect to make friends if I don’t go out socialising! I can’t afford to yet – but I dare not say owt like…
I’ll never get anywhere to live if I don’t pull me socks up! I haven’t told her yet that I have moved – but I dare not say owt like…
My glasses aren’t clean enough – Guilty! – but I dare not say owt like…
There were many more, but I don’t have enough band-width to list em all – Hehe.
Pete thanked me for the painkillers I gave him for his toothache… no, come think of it he didn’t. He was in a grumpy mood, the pain I suppose, so I forgave him.
I made an excuse after two hours and left to catch the bus back into town.
Had some time to kill so called in the pound Shop and got some bread. Then down into town where, parked in the exact spot I parked in years ago when i was working in security and on an alarm response activation and got a parking ticket for me efforts – was the Lord Mayors Jaguar – but it didn’t bother me after all these years, oh no indeed.
I had a walk up Clinton Street, so much busier than yesterday.
Unfortunately I walked past Jessops and forgot about going in about the camera – Flogglecocks!
I put it down to me attention being taken away by the young lady with the gorgeous chunky legs on display in the photo like.
To the bus stop to find I’d missed the L9 – these gals showing their legs cause all sorts of problems don’t they? Tsk!
So I got on an Arnold bus and dropped off in Sherwood, crossed the road and walking up to see when the next L8 from there was, it arrived and drove passed the bus-stop while I was ten foot away. Hey-ho.
Carried on up the hill and had another walk through Woodthorpe Park back to the flats – the tootsies were aching a bit when I got in.
First thing WC’d, then made a nosh and watched some television – Yes… I can now I’ve got me headphones sorted. (He says smugly)
Washed the pots and cleared up and got on with downloading the photographs I took of Fooey at the Mansion while being rollocked by Jane.
I was mildly chuffed when I got them done. The first one above had bad Red-eye, first effort didn’t clear it all, second perfick! Cropped it too.
I got Jane to give hold him while I fussed him. I’d have got down to cuddle hie bit last time i couldn’t get up again! Tsk! Got rid of Red-eye.
Last one, I mirrored it horozntally and added a spotlight onto Fooey’s head and face.
Not happy with this one though. In’t he great?
Bless him. So much character for very senior cat.
Cuppa and took me medications.
Updated this diary then got into doing some Facebooking at last, despite it being a little late.
Got the headphones onto the TV and sat down to watch two episodes of ‘New Tricks’ Fell asleep…
I’m starting this diary off from yesterday at 2100hrs – due to me getting confused as to what time it was, thinking it was morning when it was evening and what day it was… if yer see worra mean.
Started this diary, then did some Facebooking and checked emails.
Got a wash and shave, then the Morrison’s order came – the driver didn’t leave any paperwork with the nosh?
Rang Steve UK as he told me to about the keys for the old place – No answer… Well fancy that!.
Had a cuppa and took me medications rather late in the day but still, better late than never.
Now I’ve got to wait for Steve from Age UK to ring back, and keep trying to ring him. Can’t make plans for going about me hearing aids.
I rang Jane and Pete about fetching me Deeds for the house but they couldn’t tell me when I could go to collect them as Pete had to go to the dentist.
No answer from Steve Age UK.
Popped into the WC taking me phone with me in case Steve from Age UK rang (Faith that was!).
A knock came on the door – struggled to get missen decent and hobbled t’door – it was the lady I was speaking to yesterday from the floor below – she’d spotted a hearing-aid on the table in reception and thought it might be mine!
Hopes lifted we went down and it was the one I’d lost! Yahoo!
Thank heavens someone found it and the lady informed me!
When I got back in hunger pangs gripped me, and I put some chips on t’oven and had two of them Polish hot dog like things. I rang Steve (The invisible man) of Age UK and forgot to take a photo of me nosh, but was still well and truly over-the-moon with finding the hearing aid.
Ate it up and cleaned the kitchen up a bit, then had a search… a long unfruitful search for me Audio Record Book.
Made a cuppa and took me midday medications.
Watched two episodes of New Tricks while waiting foolishly for Steve (The invisible man and Councillor) of Age UK to get in touch as he said he would last Friday. Humph!
Did some graphicalisationing.
Still no answer from Steve Age UK. “Ring me and I’ll come and collect the keys and get started sorting out selling your house for sale…” said Steve of Age UK last Friday.
Well I did call him Tuesday (Today like), 5 times before 1100hrs leaving voice messages – then Text him – Then tried on the other phone twice, left messages, then text him on the other phone and tried fruitlessly to ring him yet again… twice more. It is now 1345hrs and I’m well miffed, after getting me hopes up with foolishly believing him again! I think I’ll have a sign made for me forehead: “Please Con Here”.
I can certainly recommend any older person with problems and no help to contact Nottingham Age UK to try to get a Councillor to assist them… if they are sadists and mugs that is.
Can’t concentrate on doing owt else at the moment. Need to know where and when I can get the keys to Steve so he can start moving with the house selling.
Wanted to get to do some things in town as well, but the unknowing and lack of control of events is so frustrating!
Aye up… Steve from Age UK rang… I take it all back… He going to call in tonight to collect the keys on his way home to enable him to get a Charity charity van to pick up owt they’d like, then house clearers. And I hope get the house on the market sharpish!
Cheers up a tad now, currently singing away to missen a mix of the mobile phone ring tone and Adam Faiths, ‘We are in Love”, with intermittent bits of Dean Martin’s old stuff.
I went down to the Winwood Community shed with the mail for Margaret the last tenant, and handed Deana Walker and Obergruppenfurher Julie a choice of nibbles.
Got back to the graphics with a renewed jest.
Fell asleep and woke up with Steve ringing the intercom.
Gave him the house key and had a little chin-wag.
He showed me some of the functions of the TV remote thingy, then shot off cause he was on his way home and had frozen foods in the boot of his car.
I put kettle on and made a cuppa and took me evening medications.
Laptop on and updated this scintillating bit of rubbish.
Comment from Angie mentioning her itch on her back and how she struggles to get to it to relieve it.
I told her about me shoe-horn that I bought last week at Ikea and how I now utilise it as a back-scratcher.
Perhaps she could employ me as an official Angel-Back-scratcher and I could move over to the States? Just a thought like.
Did some graphicalisationing for the TFZ page.
Lyzzi and Thomas in this one, with a few TFZers pets thrown in. Hope they like it. Two new pets included that I didn’t have photographs of to use in the past.
The now becoming famous early evening tiredness dawned again on me.
I got down and conceded to the land of nods calling.
0540hrs: Up feeling okay, to the WC and pleased to report very bleeding this morning from front or rear!
Arthur Itis still in residence of me knees of course, but he’s giving me hands and fingers a rest at the moment bless him. Even the reflux valve is absolutely no bother at this moment! I might sing to myself now – ♫ Happiness, happiness, I thank the Lord that I possess more than my share of happiness…♫ as Ken Dodd used to sing.
Found me hearing-aids and wrist alarm despite leaving them both in the wrong place!
Made a cuppa took me medications and planned my day: Check and respnd to me emails, Finish yesterdays diary, Make and post a graphic for Frankie and Caroline in America, have a good bath and soak, do me laundry and if time left go visit the Tropical House with me camera in Woodthorpe Park, must remember it closed at 1500hrs though. It might be tight, cause the laundry take a a minimum of just over two hours – and that’s if any machines are free when I get down to the laundry room.
Caroline & Frankie have a nibble before retiring!
Checked me emails then did a bit of Facebooking, then did the graphic in Coreldraw x7 and Corel Paint x7.
Had a good bath and soak, changed into new clean togs, and WC’d.
Then got the washing ready and went down and got it in the washing machine.
New Sign up in the Laundry room – made no difference the filter was still clogged when I came to use the drier. The Senior Naughties. – Tsk!
Did me crosswords book… well I got one or two answered while the machine performed.
A chap told me he’d just heard on’t radio that we are due for rain from 1900 tonight through to at least 19oohrs Monday night, Oh dear.
Hour later I moved the togs into the drier, then up to the flat to collect me camera and off on a walk to the Tropical House at the top of Woodthorpe Park.
Bootiful!
Foolish Inchcock forgot it closed at midday on a Sunday! Tsk!
I did take photo of some flowers, no idea what they were, but there was a selection of them competing for the sun, that looked nice.
So back to the flat through the rough areas with the old trees, I love going that way for some reason. When I arrived back at the flat I thought me hearing aid-battery on my left one had dies and thought that’s odd, cause I only put a new one in on Friday…
I went to take it out and it wasn’t there!
Panic! I went back out and searched where I thought I’d walked in the Park, but no luck.
Dejected I returned made a cuppa, and took me midday medications!
I’ll have to manage for a while, cause the Audi-clinic is closed until Wednesday – so even if I can afford to get it replaced it’ll take a good while. I waited 25 days for the original ones to get made ready, and that was after waiting 6 weeks to have a test first.
But hey-ho, it didn’t upset me so much as it would have earlier in the month. I was just angry with missen like.
No Dizzy-spells up to now though, that’s good.
Laptop on and updated this garbage.
Then set to sorting me pots of medications out, checking them and making up new ones with what medications I have left in me drawer.
Hunger pangs stared around 1520hrs and I made a pan of seasoned tomatoes and sausages with bread thins.
Not bad for a rushed nosh.
I was getting tired again and I didn’t know or understand why?
It’s been a slow day for me. The only things annoying up to now are the Garden being closed and losing me hearing-aid – but why should these things make me so tired suddenly?
Hey-ho.
Laptop back on updated this diary, then had a go at another graphicalisationing session before I fell asleep.
Updated this old one, not happy with it but Lyzzi likes it.
Overcome with tiredness so early again.
Head down.
Sprang awake around 2200hrs – got up and on’t internet again. Huh!
0330hrs: I must have been dreaming when I woke up, because I could recall much of the last dream and even a bit of earlier ones I’d had last night! Noted them down straight away on me conveniently located notepad, located there for just this reason. It seems I had at least slept (albeit a dream ridden kip) for 9, I say Nine, hours! Amazing!
Got up with far less a struggle than of late, noticed I must have got up last night to get fodder, for there next to me notepad was an empty cheese biscuit and Marmite crisp bag, don’t recall fetching or eating them, yet I can remember the dreams?
Hobbled to the WC.
Put the kettle on and then returned to use the WC again?
Made a cuppa, laptop started first time (Phew!) and took me medications.
Made the headers for this diary then…
WC again! Oh dear me... three visits in an hour!
Still, no signs of any dizzies yet thankfully. You can’t believe how refreshing it is not to worry about going to sort things out at the old house again today.
I consulted me scribbled note about the dreams and here they are:
I was in a grocery shop like the one I had years ago but not that, one if you know worra mean. With hardly any stuff on the few shelves there were left in the barren looking place. It was painted nicely in a dark blue and the windows were massive, an urban scene outside but no people in it…
The door at the back of the shop led into a grand posh house? There were folk in their, but they seemed to ignore me, I don’t think they knew I was there when I was in front of them, ghosts perhaps? Or was I the ghost?
The family, Mam, Dad son and daughter were well spoken posh types, the lad seemed like a Hooray-Henry type. I didn’t recognise any of them.
I kept nipping back into the shop but there was never any customers.
Each time I returned to the house through this back door it was all differently laid out, but still with a blue colouring as the shop, different classy furniture, gigantic TV scene thingy but the folks were the same ones. All prim and proper, but still not acknowledging my presence. I kept nipping back into the shop to see if I had a customer.
After endless trip to the shop and back, a dog appeared with the family, and then they spoke to me to tell me off for bringing this disease ridden creature into My home (Teenage son speaking), Remove it or face the consequences my man!
I took the dog with me back into the shop, and fell in love with it, then the family from the back came into the shop and Mother wanted the dog back cause she was about to cook it for dinner? (Something about Quails lingers in my mind but I can’t fathom or remember this bit). The dog jumped up into my arms and I fed it some Warfarin tablets and, as the Son, now wearing a deerstalker hat aimed a double barrelled shotgun at me, I think I ran carrying the old dog to the shop front door falling over as I did so…
Maybe I woke up then, because I can’t remember anything of this dream after this.
I’ve never retained a dream as well as I have this one, and would appreciate any help with diagnosing the meanings, just interested like – remembering it so well and clearly?
But I can still remember bits of a dream I think I had earlier?
Corridors, dirty abandoned building, loads of doors, I was searching for something or someone but did not know who or what, but couldn’t stop myself searching, in each room, some were offices, others living rooms or bathrooms, I delved into drawers, cabinets every thing but without knowing what I was after finding – eventually after what seemed days to me in the dream a phone started ringing, and rang for yonks as I then started searching for that and found myself back at the start if the dream in that first corridor…?
WC visitation required again.
Remembered I’d got me Asda order coming this morning, so I was about to go to the bathroom to get missen spit and polished and I realised it was too early, cause I didn’t want to start running water this early and wake me neighbours up.
Had a bash on Facebook for a bit.
Asda food arrived and I put them away.
Got some donations for the Nottingham Hospice shop in a bag, and readied missen: Camera in pocket, mobile and bus-pass etc, to have a walk through Woodthorpe Park into Sherwood and the Nottingham Hospice shop.
Now you’d think this would be a relatively easy task…
I locked up and walked to the lift, got into the lift and started going down and thought. where’s that woman’s voice who talks to me usually when I go in the lifts?…
I went back up in the lift to the flat and put my hearing-aids in, walked to the lift, got into the lift, went down and as I was going through the doors out – felt in my left hand jacket pocket, usually dedicated to the camera and it weren’t there!
I felt sure I’d put it in earlier?
I went back in, up in the lift to the flat, searched and could I find it? Well eventually I did – in the cardigan pocket that I was wearing!
Tutting away to myself, I set off for the third time up and down through Woodthorpe Park into Sherwood, over the hill and down to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop. Gave them the carrier bag of bits. Then out to the bus-stop and into town.
I had to get some cash from the bank to pay a bill, and thought I’d check how me balance was at the same time – I’ve make a few cock-ups with them ATMs in the passed, forgot me number, lost me card etc.
Caught the bus and dropped off on Mansfield Road near the Victoria Centre (Mall). Walked down and through Clinton Street.
Not as busy as usual I thought and walked through unmolested by mobility scooters, pavement cyclists, big issue sellers, being knocked into by anyone using the ipods for mobiles as they walked along, beggars or even any antisocial yobbos! Nice.
Called into John Lewis’s in the hope of getting some help with the remote they gave me with me new TV being different to the one in the manual and my not being able to find any instructions on the web.
Ha! They were that busy no one came near me or was even free for me to ask for help. I gave up.
Hobbled along and got to the bank. Where a very polite young man handed me the money requested and gave me the balance of my account. It ain’t good! I hope selling the house gets a move on on Tuesday when I ring Age UK Steve – but will he answer me? Time will tell.
Came out and worked out I had 20 minutes to go until the next L9 bus, but must not miss this as the one and last one of the day is two hours later.
Had a poddle around the slab square and took some photo’s.
I chickened out of taking one of four chaps all sat in a row on the low concrete wall and all dressed in the same gear and all playing on there mobile phones at the same time. It looked so photographable to me, but I didn’t know how they would react, so didn’t.
I was suddenly gripped with tiredness again – been happening a lot lately. But it was more surprising today, because I slept last night for a longer period I have done in years – and I ain’t done much physical today at all?
Walked up to the top of King Street and waited for the bus.
Almost as soon as it drove off I found myself fighting me eyelids to stay open, and it stayed like this all the way back to the flats.
Got up and in the flat and started making me nosh. Today was fish-day for Inchcock: Asda ‘Smartprice’ fish in batter (Cheapo but so tasty!), Youngs Battered fish cakes, boiled potatoes, beetroot, tomatoes and butter-beans.
Followed by the last of the Cornish clotted cream and lemon cheesecake.
Did a bit of touching up of the woodwork on me cabinet while it cooked – kept nipping into the kitchen to check it like.
Set up the table for me nosh and thought I’d try to watch some TV while eating cause there was a Sherlock Holmes on. Farcical idea – I really must get some help with this ruddy remote control thingy… Tsk!
WC’d, ‘Little Inchy’ and the haemorrhoids bleeding again. Getting low on me cream for him as well now. (Gobbledicrushums!)
The nosh was really really good – I gave it a rating of 8.8/10. However, I only just managed to stay awake long enough to wash the pots – (not seen the saucepan lid since???) when I just had to give in to me bodies demand for sleep?
Got me haemorrhoids cushion on the new brown chair, feet on the Ottoman and was off in seconds into the land of nod.
Woke three hours or so later, had a look for me mysteriously disappearing saucepan lid without any luck – made a cuppa and took me medications, I keep missing me midday ones yer know – not good this habit!
Laptop started with the intention of updating this dairy… no, diary, and doing some graphicalisationing prep work. But the sun was so strong coming through my uncurtained windows (summat else to do when I sell the house and get some cash to use – especially now I’ve seen how quick me balance is dwindling – Huh!).
I got a squeegee mop and extending clothes line stick and elastic banded the corners of me small throw on the ends of them, and got it up in the window so I could see me screen like – just as the sun went in seconds later! If anyone had seen me efforts they would have laughed out loud – I think I laughed out loud to start with too!
I stopped laughing the third time it all collapsed on me. But perseverance paid off in the end – mind you there’s time for it to collapse again yet – not that it matters so much now the blinding blinking sun’s gone in. Hehe!
The tea went cold, so I made another and conducted another none-successful search for the saucepan lid, it’s getting to me this is – Where the heck is it!
I even checked to see if I’d somehow left it in the bathroom as I made another visitation and cleaned up ‘Little Inchy’ yet again.
I wanted to make a start on the blog-post about Dunc and my efforts to get the clothe-racks erected, but concentration was lacking and believe it or not, I was feeling tired again??? Why how I asked myself… no answer came.
Just look at the sky now.
In between searches for the saucepan lid (Black with black handle 7″ wide) I put some photos on and did some Facebooking.
I say some Facebooking – I spent over four hours Facebooking.
0045hrs: Gave up trying to sleep cause I was waking every few minutes anyway – me mind racing and me body aching from the usual complaints and the results of yesterdays Dizzy-spell Whoopsiedangleplop. Huh!
Lay for a few minutes thinking and assessing me knocks and bruises.
BJ coming later so we can move the stuff left to bring to the flat from the house. After I managed in a rather slow cumbersome and embarrassing fashion to get missen up off the floor, I visited the porcelain, then hobbled into the kitchen and made a big cuppa.
Got the laptop on and finished yesterdays diary, then started this one and did some graphics.
Coughing as well now, and had another dizzy when I went to make another cuppa cause the first one went cold. Not a bad one though.
Sat a while and pondered on me hopes that the plans made yesterday with Steve from Age UK will come to fruition soon, and I can get the old house out of my mind and concentrate on this flat and getting it sorted.
Went for a heavy duty action in the bathroom and thought to myself how calm the duodenal ulcer is, the haemorrhoids were not bleeding hardly at all, the reflux valve was calm, even the skin cancer wound had stopped itching. Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were only fairly bad – so overall medically speaking, apart from me newly acquired knocks from yesterday, I was in good form! And I’d found both me hearing-aids and wrist-alarm on me first effort to find them! With the fresh hopes of getting things moving on the house selling front, it seemed all systems go.
This little musing session cheered missen up a bit it did.
Me second cup of tea had also gone cold, so I made a third one – with grim determination to drink this one.
Did some graphicationalisationing in Coreldraw.
Bath and change of togs – Cuppa and a pot of porridge.
BJ rang he’ll be here in an hour or so.
Met him outside and he ran me to the Audio Clinic to get some hearing-aid batteries, then to the old house. Where we set about sorting the last of the things needed for the flat – it filled his car.
Dusty tired and sweating we got back to the flat and unloaded the stuff, stuff to the lift, stuff and us in the lift, stuff up to the 12th floor, stuff and us out of the lift, stuff and us to the flat door, stuff and us into the flat and bedroom to join the other bags and boxes awaiting attention and sorting.
Here is BJ carrying possibly the last bag of stuff from the flea-pit into the flat – and the heaviest of all the bags today.
A much longed for action, that without BJ and Duncan would not have been possible.
Of course I still have to get in touch with Steve from Age UK on Tuesday – and that challenge has been known to fail a few times over the last few weeks…. Oh dear! To arrange for him to collect the keys.
I popped into the front room, (well there is no back or side room, just the front and the bedroom) and observed the many bags and bo’s awaiting sorting in there too.
But it didn’t phase me this time, knowing that hopefully things will get moving next Tuesday, and soon I can forget all about the old place… I pray!
IT suddenly awned on me – today is Friday, flipping ‘eck, the clinic!
BJ ran me down into Sherwood where I could catch a bus to the City Hospital and the GUM clinic – I thanked him for all his help, slipped him some petrol money and shook his hand.
While at the bus-stop I got a missed unknown call on me mobile – and noticed the reminder for the Clinic was not showing like it usually does? I checked and found it is for next Friday not this one. Oh I did feel a fool – but at least I didn’t arrive there and look a clot this time – Tsk!
Got back to the flat and got some nosh on, started this new laptop and it indicted it was loading with the circle of dots going round… for half an hour!
I thought I’d have to take it back to the liars conmen and nasties at PC World nd didn’t like that idea. I started the old laptop to punch in a queries about the new one not loading and got an idea and forced closed the new laptop and restarted it… Phew it worked, this time anyway. Risked putting in sleep mode while I had me nosh.
Enjoyed it, but for ome reason couldn’t finish it all.
Eyes to big again.
Chips, beans, tomatoes, onion rings, last of me veggie bacon and bread thins. Rated it 8.2/10.
Washed me pots and pans as the sunshine came out.
Restarted the laptop (okay) and updated this diary. Did some graphics.
Kentucky Angel Angie has 7 days to go to her moving apartments and is so excited. I hope it all works out for her and she really is comfy and content in the new place.
Me knee and feet were bad, but the other ailments under control like.
Head down really early even for me!
I’ve had one of me easiest day for ages, but feel so drained?
