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Fri 14 Aug 2015: Inchcock Today – Window replacement day

Friday 14^th August 2015

0157hrs: Woke, put me hearing-aids in, and listened for a few seconds to the whir thump clud bang of the fridge freezer – at least I knew it was still working!

Up and WC’d. Pleased with the lack of bleeding from ‘Little Inchy’, when I returned to the kitchen/bedroom and cleared away me things then realised just what a state the place was in!

But no point in doing owt until those nice gentlemen from the Nottingham City Homes Maintenance team had been and destroyed the kitchen while replacing the condemned kitchen window.

The letter said they would be here twixt 0800hrs to 1400hrs.

Took the photo’s for the header and top of this blog.

Back to the WC… Haemmorhoids not bleeding so much today, Anne Gyna very quiet, Arthur Itis his usual self, annoying but not crippling. The wobbly stomach is a lot easier too.

Did some graphicalisationing and got one posted.

Me graphic of Patti Bekert at her second Art Gallery display. I was quite pleased with it, just hope Patti is.

The man came to look at the window in the kitchen – decided it was just ‘a bit stiff’ and was not broken as first assessed. He did show me how to move the switch that is on the right of the frame, into the correct position to allow the window to turn all the way around for cleaning the outside – after three failed attempts due to arthritis in me fingers, he suggested I rang them when I needed to clean the windows and they send someone to open it?

If I managed it and any rain came out from the windows when I turned them, ring him again.

Nice chap, took the vacuum cleaner out of the box for me, so at last I can use it to clear up the Cowboy carpet fitters mess they left. I’ve have to read the instructions first though.

Nipped to the Community shed to beg for help with phoning the British Gas about me electricity bill.

No one in.

The field outside had been mowed and finished nicely.

Returned to the flat and updated this – then Steve from Age UK answered the phone call I made – surprised that did. He was at the dentists and could not talk at the moment, he’ll ring back later. That didn’t surprise me at all.

Shelled some garden peas ready for later.

Really tasty nosh today – Seasoned chips, cooked fresh garden peas, pickled eggs, mushroom pat’e and mini-sausages.

Rated it 8.6/10.

Started to do some paperwork sorting and shredding – after I made a cuppa of course.

Had me nosh and somehow fell asleep in the swivel chair – taking me like in me hands there! How I didn’t topple off I don’t know.

Steve rang, he’s going to phone the Carpet Cowboys to see about where the bed is? Said he’ll ring me back.

He did ring back, they have no record of my order for a bed? Asked Steve to ring them back and tell them to forget it then – after the cocked-up carpet laying I want nowt to do with Untied Carpets ever again!

Thought about it, and decided to go to the bank on the next bus – just got time fer a wash and shave I hope… made it okay.

Dropped off in town and went straight to the bank, where a nice young lady listened to me and set me up on set up so I can just call in when I get an Gas/electricity bill and pay it.

To early to catch the last five-past the hour bus yet, so had a walk around – but the rain started so I ducked into the Pound shop and had a wander around. Got a pack of three heavy duty floor cloths.

Popped into Tesco to get me bread thins fer the weekend. How that cream cake got into me bag is still a mystery…

The rain coming even heavier I made a dash for the bus stop. 15 minutes to wait, but no hassle apart from a lady who came right up to me face and said “My name is Gladys I’m from Radford…” I said No, but she continued: “My friend is coming over from Latvia and I have no food in for her, would you be able to lend me £2o so I can…” I repeated a rather sterner ‘No’. Tsk, yer should have smelt the poor wino’s breath.

It dawned on me just as I was wondering why the bus was so late – the last one went an hour earlier! Felt a right plonka again!

Walked up and caught an Arnold bus, getting slightly soaked in the rain and dropped off in Sherwood, of course being this late there would be no buses up the hill available – so I set off on a walk through Woodthorpe park and back to the flats – just as the rain came belting down, and all the trees I had to walk under made it worse – Tsk!

A very soaked through Inchcock made it back to the flat.

WC’d, Little Inchy had been bleeding again, badly.

Kettle and laptop on to update this diary again. Plenty of jobs I could have been doing but felt a bit too fatigued, fragile, coughing away and Anne Gyna played up as bad as she ever has done now!

Took me medications and put me bank papers back in the correct folder – sneezed and me glasses fell off.

Odd sort of day, even fer me! Huh!

Thur 13 Aug 2015: Inchcock Today – Poorly

Thursday 13^th August 2015

0425hrs: Woke up with severe stomach pains, not feeling good at all this morning.

To the porcelain and suffered seriously when relieving myself, much blood from the haemorrhoids and pain from the intestines, ‘Little Inchy been bleeding a bit, Anne Gyna playing up.

Good job I’d got the day wrong for the window replacement being done (It’s tomorrow not today) cause there is no way I could lift the stuff out-of-the-way for their arrival at the moment. I can manage the paperwork and bits, but not dare to risk lifting the microwave or cabinet. Might feel less tender later and do it then.

I wondered if the cold Clementine juice drink I had yesterday afternoon caused the stomach to flare up so? Tons of natural sugar in it, too sweet fer me, so I’ll give the other bottles to the Hut and me neighbour if I get to see her.

WC’d again, that’s both actions that caused me pain now… Tsk!

I went in the other rooms and notice there are tons of little bits of carpet and nylon to pick up yet left by the Cowboy carpenters – then… Found they had knocked off the telephone connection box from the wall! Raw-plugs screws and the box was laying on the floor, dust and cement laying on the carpet and skirting boards!

I shoved it back in for now.

UNITED CARPETS

Remember that name folks, and avoid them at all costs!

It took me three weeks to get them to deliver the carpets when I also ordered a bed – I had to go to the shop to pay them for the carpet and bed and was told I needed £100 in cash to pay the fitter on the day – Eventually the fitter arrived and laid the underlay then nipped off telling me they had not yet received the carpet from untied Carpets – They returned and in a mad rush laid the carpet in 20 minutes! – Thousands of bits of carpet all over the surface – The doors don’t close in either room – and now I find they’ve damaged me electrics on the wall!

I thought they nipped off a bit quick like…

No sign or owt about me bed heard! Thousands of bits of carpet, nylon thread all over the place and me in no state to pick it up this morning so it’s going to get trod around innit? And I’m still finding splashes of Paul the painters efforts all over, Huh!

Well dis-pleased I am.

Made a cuppa took me medications and started this diary like.

The stomach still playing up, agony when I try to bend down – Huh!

But I’m sure things will get better…

Had a good bath – found some more of Painter Paul’s deposit on the bath taps. Had a nice soak and thought about, should I get a TV after all these years without one? Should I have got the lidded containers for the kitchen wot i saw in the J Lewis store the other day? Am I gong mad? Things like that…

Decided I would get a TV after-all, and ensured the Free Pensioners Bus-pass, camera and me debit card was in me pocket, and set off and caught the bis into Sherwood. Then caught one into town.

As i got into town there were several Nottingham Pavement Cyclists to photograph this morning – but unfortunately I had left me camera card stuck in the laptop. Curse!

Went into the John Lewis store, ground floor kitchen accessories and viewed the lidded bins again. Decided to get some and asked a lady if they had three of the small and 6 of the large bins in stock. She checked on the computer telling me they had them in stock.

Then I told her I was going to buy a TV as well. And could they deliver them at the same time please. “No problem, I’ll take the numbers and write them down for you to hand to the staff in the electrical department and they can add it to TV you buy”.

So, up to the third floor and was about to give up getting served when a bloke approached me at last. I informed him I was after a TV with built-in Freeview and a DVD player. He pointed out three in stock after checking every set to see if they had DVD slots. I opted for the cheapest and asked if they could deliver along with the containers. “No problem” he said. And set about sorting it on his sales monitor… “It will not let me add the containers, tells me I must check the stocks in store!”

He informed me they could not deliver before next Wednesday and got details from me about where I lived, access etc and added it to the list. Oddly enough, he had my record from past purchases with the new Address on? So, Wednesday 19th between 0700 > 1400 hrs was arranged – £47 set-up charge, total £349.95 (Usd $545.40 – Cad$709.48 – Aud$709.48. Oh dear…)

He printed off my purchase order and then we walked back down to the ground floor and found the lady who gave me the details of the containers, but had to wait because she was serving a customer – look around, whistle, scratched me bum, whistled…

Eventually she finished and they had a con-fab. Then I carried the containers in three trips to behind the serving counter, the man returned to his department. I asked “What now?” – “Just go and pay for them at the sales counter!”

So, back to the sales counter and joined the queue… looked around, whistled, scratched me bum, whistled… When my turn came a young man had me explains all this again when I handed him the sales receipt… Finally paid him. Worra a palava!

To the bus-stop and back to the flats – nearly nodding off again.

Called in the Community Shed and Herr Julia was there in her usual sociable mood, so just dropped off the letters and got back to the flat.

Saw Mr Pound-signs-in-eyes Caretaker and thanked him for taking away the Cowboys bags of rubbish for me. I felt so guilty as the disappointment appeared in his face when I didn’t slip him few quid this time.

Took a photo from the kitchen window of the grassed area of land that had been rutted by the dogs being walked as they followed the scent of other dogs. Two tractors were… I don’t what the word is… mowing it?

I bet this will confuse the dogs tomorrow when they take their owners for a walk? Hehehe! I’ll have to have a peek in the morning to see this.

Stomach feeling a bit better now. WC’d, no more blood from ‘Little Inch’ but the haemorrhoids had been leaking a tad – (Huh! – more washing to get done!)

Cuppa and laptop on to do this diary.

Got the shredder and did some sorting and shredding of even more paperwork despite Anne Gyna’s efforts to cripple me. Hehe!

Got me nosh on. Seasoned potato-curls, battered onion rings, fresh raw garden peas and bread thins – very nice too. Rated it 8.2/10.

Sorted the kitchen stuff into t’other rooms some more.

Then another payment demand ‘Bill’ arrived from British Gas for my first estimated Summer Bill for £149.62 – Argh!

So tired now, cuppa and medications taken and head down really early, so weary again now. But the mind was still racing thinking and worrying about things, but fatigue overcame the fretting and I was soon off in the land of kip.

Wed 12 Aug 2015: Inchcock Today – Still Grafting away getting nowhere… Tsk!

Wednesday 12^th August 2015

0400hrs: Woke without me usual start, and slowly reality came to me – the mess i find missen in with so much to do and no means of getting them done – a depression dawned on me I’m afraid…

Made cuppa, took me medications and started the laptop – while trying to avoid looking at the mess all around me and thinking of how the devil I’m going to get it sorted.

Finished and posted yesterdays diary then sat thinking for a while (Dangerous that fer an Inchcock yer know… Hehe!).

I could remember no dreams, although certain I’d had some – I don’t remember waking up very often either, perhaps twice at most?

I wondered how I’d got missen in a bigger muddle and mess now than ever before in the flat?

All sorting and leaning today then – just press on and hope for the best?

I hope Steve Age UK is going to phone the carpet shop and try to find out about when if the bed is going to be delivered – then of course I have to find a day when I’ve got no medical appointments… how do I get a bit of furniture in, there’s some at the old dump to get a van and man to bring, but I still have to get wardrobes, soft chair, cabinets, computer desk and the money is running low so I must try to get the old place sorted ASAP so I can get it on the market and sold sharpish, still more repairs to be done here, tomorrow the kitchen window is being replaced… so no point in cleaning or sorting in the kitchen today – oh, I must remember to take out all the crap from the kitchen into another room today as well… on and on me mind toys with me problems without offering any solutions…

WC’d to find ‘Little Inch had been bleeding, underpants and jammies in a mess with the blood – more extra washing to do – then me mind reminded me about how long it takes to get the washing done here and me depression deepened as i can’t stop me mind finding problems?

I remembered I have a Morrison’s delivery coming twixt 7-9 and wondered why the hell I’d ordered it at all? Am I going bonkers?

0520hrs: Forced missen back to the rather full bathroom to empty it of bags and boxes and clean missen up – An eventful visit to the bathroom this one was:.

Cleared out the bags, dropping one em that had bird seed in it.
Cleaned up the bird seed.
Managed to stop ‘Little Inch’ bleeding with Betamethasone corticosteroid cream.
WC’d.
Cleaned up and eased the haemorrhoids with some Permethrin cream.
Cut missen shaving – put some after-shave on it to stop the bleeding and dropped the bottle – I now have one of the sweetest smelling bathrooms in the whole complex – Tsk!
Had good wash – didn’t want to run a bath this early in case it bothered me neighbours. Especially the pretty lady next door.
Dropped me carbolic soap, bent down to pick it up and banged me head on the sink. Huh!

Moved a few more things into the living room, and took rubbish to the chute.

Morrison’s delivery arrived.

I’m still amazed that I was daft enough to order owt at all considering me financial situation – Wot a plonka!

Had a bit of a job getting to the fridge to put away the things, and had to move some more things into the living room to gain access t’fridge like.

Treated missen foolishly to some expensive Beetroot relish, and Caramelised red onion relish. Little spendthrift!

Put most of the things away, full food cupboard and cleaning cupboard now.

Got the basket for the Wheelie Walker, and took it down to the storage room on the ground floor.

Took me washing with me one machine was free free so got it going.

Had a walk out to get some fresh air, and called at the Community Hut with the previous tenant’s Margaret’s letters. Julie and Deana were in, and i took a photograph of Obergruppenfurher Julie – at which she was not happy at all!

She informed me snappily as she covered her face that she does not like having her photograph taken. I could not help the urge in answering: “Yes, I understand, a lot of illegal immigrants, con-artists and ladies of the night are the same dear…..” I beat a hasty retreat back to the laundry room.

Read me Dunkirk book while the washing finished, got me washing out and into the drier.

Popped up to the flat and got a bit of sorting done, then returned back down and collected me washing and cleaned the filter.

Back up again, and put me fresh smelling togs away.

Got the bag for the Nottingham Hospice charity shop and walked via the park into Sherwood and dropped it off at their shop.

En-route took a photograph of a dog eyeing up a crow – then he went for it… and the row retaliated and the dog yelped and then ran back to it’s owner with his tail between his legs!

Then caught I a bus into town so I could have a search and look at the furniture in the shops available that I might need. The prices frit-me to death!

Had a little walk around town – the City Centre amusements were popular today – mind you the weather is grand now!

The paddling pool and fountains attracted the young uns.

Plenty of people sat around doing nothing.

After calling in a few more shops I made me way to the bus-stop.

I had to fight against falling asleep on the L9 bus yet again – it came close a few times, had to shake me head and whistle.

Got back to the flats, nd appreciated today being less busy.

Sorted yet more bits out, mostly crap they had left on the carpets, still tons left to pick up yet Tsk!

Prepared me curried/bbq beans and put em in the fridge to marinate. Might have the bit of pork loin left with em – or veggie bacon, or mini BBQ sausages… I’m spoilt fer choice, I’ll decide later.

Seasoned them this curry powder, English mustard, sultanas, unrefined demerara sugar, and rice vinegar, hope they taste alright.

Updated this diary to here.

Got missen ready again, and went off to visit the charity shop in Sherwood, Sue Ryder, to see if they had any desks chairs in stock. I’m enjoying all this walking while I’ve got time – don’t know if Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna will agree later mind?

Me knees and feet were aching when i got to the store.

They had a perfect desk set-up – but it had been sold sob!.

Spotted a brown easy chair that was nice and firm and not too low.

The ticket said £40 down to £25 so I invested in it, also a mini-Otterman at £15 in brown.

They can deliver it on Saturday for £15, the chair that is, the Otterman was collapsible so to avoid another £15 charge on a £15 Ottoman, I carried it back to the flat, but didn’t walk back this time, I caught the L9 bus.

Laptop on and warmed me nosh up, made a cuppa and took me evening medications, took an extra blood tablet cause I forgot to take me midday doses… again!

Made me nosh, the seasoned beans were okay, but i think i might have put a little too much mustard in them.

The natural Clementine drink was nice.

Tiredness again dawned and i got me head down and lay there worrying about all the things I’m not getting done!

Tue 11 Aug 15: Inchcock Today: Carpet (Cowboys) fitting day

Tuesday 11^th August 2015

**Best I could manage for a photographicalisation taken leaning over the balcony rail this morning – shaky yes… but so was I! Hehe!**

0225hrs: Woke up distorted in the chair, nearly fell off of it.

Then to the WC. Little Inchy had been bleeding a fair bit, so applied some of the Betamethasone cream.

The fridge-freezer has developed a few new clunks and thuds, but it’s Whee seems to have disappeared?

Took the photo above from the balcony.

Started to move the remaining stuff into the kitchen but me back gave-out and now I’m in agony again – not to mention the angina, arthritis and duodenal ulcer playing up as well. Huh!

Made a cuppa (Not easy getting around a kitchen filled with box’s and carrier bags etc).

Underarms and the cancer wound both itching something chronic now as well.

Laptop on to start this diary off, too early to take me medications yet… I don’t know though, at least if I take em now I’ll not forget later? Yea, I’ll take em…

Sod-it, another dizzy-spell.

Did some Facebooking while I had the time – I think this will prove to be another busy day – just hope the carpet man comes on time and get done on time so I don’t miss me dentists appointment.

Made another cuppa and then moved what I could carry, of what was left in the bedroom and front-room into the kitchen – if I collapse now there will not be room to fall onto the floor!

Later, the carpet men arrived, but there were two of them with another calling in to see them now and then. They looked a bit on the hard side and communicating with them was difficult, because I didn’t fully understand what their different grunts, ugs and mutterings meant.

I popped out to see the lady next door, very nice, pretty, refind and polite she was – and I explained to her about the noise that might emanate from the flat while the chappy-blokes are laying the carpet today.

Being 2½ men on the job could mean they will still be finished on time fer me to get t’dentist on time.

UNBELIEVABLE! Now they have gone off to do another job now they have got the underlay (with United Carpets Air-step printed on it) and the door strips down!

They told me the carpet has not been delivered to them yet from United Carpets!!!

Cowboys or what?

Yes, Cowboys!

Hi-ho Silver Away! Don’t know about silver but it coas me £100 to pay em.

Ran up this graphic in praise of Untied Carpets!

Long may they lie cheat con and upset the elderley customers like wot I am and are thick and gullible enough to be taken-in and fooled – idiot I am!

Tsk!

Now awaiting there return…

They rang back at 1205hrs – still no carpet – not bad considering I ordered it 3 weeks ago – now they may not make it back in time – I could swear!

They rang back again 1238hrs – the Carpet from ‘United Cowboys’ has just arrived. On their way back to the flat, ETA 15 minutes.

It so Farcical innit?

Really pee’d off now, this means they are going to rush the job and it’ll be below standard I’m sure. Are they going to get it done in time for the dentist?

Yes they did – like lighting they were!

It only took em 25 minutes to lay the lot! Worrying that?

I’ll have to pick up the shreds of plastic and carpet scattered all over the flat later, cause I want to call in and take the letter to the community shed.

They kindly left me two gigantic bags of cardboard paper and cut-offs – don’t know what else in in them yet, but they were too heavy for me to lift?

Got me things ready fer me trip to dentist and called in the ‘Hut’ on the way out.

Obergruppenfurher Kamp Commandant Julie was in – I told her about the farce with the carpet layers and she was kind enough not to yawn too loudly like. Huh! I forgot to give her the letters.

Set off up the hill into Woodthorpe Park and down into Sherwood and the dentist.

Three Nottingham Footpath cyclists today.

Got into the dentists and was commanded to take a seat and the charge will be £18.80 “You pay now!” So I did.

I was told to go to treatment room 1 – handily up two flights of stairs, which Arthur Itis was not too pleased with, then Anne Gyna started getting nasty about it again as I climbed the stairs.

In the surgery/room, the first thing I noticed was they had cleared the cobwebs off the ceiling, but not yet repaired the split in the seat of the chair.

They had also got a new painting up on the wall. I told them I liked it and one of the technicians told me she bought it, the owners would never waste money on anything like that – I’m beginning to worry if I should have signed with this practice?

They did the checks and informed me I needed grade 2 treatment. She told me what it was but the shock of being informed it will cost £229.80 blew me hearing aids!

I was instructed to go down to the receptions and book an appointment. So I did… I got the Polish receptionist again: She told me the date and time 8/9/15 at 10.15 for half-an-hour. I like the way she asked if you can make that appointment: “You will come ya!” before I got a chance to reply in the affirmative she barked “Gut, sorted!” threw the appointment letter at me and called the next patient up to the desk, making everyone jump with fear, before I’d picked it up. Still, it’s never boring going there, it might bankrupt me and scare me to death, but never boring! Hehe. £299.80? (that’s US$496.96 – Canadian $613.77 and Aust $640.68)

I ran out as fast as could and got on a bus to Carrington, using me pensioners free bus-pass that I treasure so much.

I thought as I got on the bus, I was only going about four stops, that I’d pop in the GP and try to make an appointment for next Monday for me INR blood test.

Got off the bus and forgot all about it.

Walked to the old house, they had tipped me bins up again.

Went in got the mail – nasty one from the Water company…? Welcoming me to me new home on Sherbrooke Road telling me to ring them and they will be happy to open my account???

Got some bits together in to bags, and made e way to the bus stop in Carrington with em.

Caught the bus into back into Sherwood.

I’d just missed a bus, so set off on a walk through the park again back to the flat.

i met the nice lady with her friend and she kindly asked how the carpet fitting went… she did laugh when I told her.

Got back to the flat and made a start on picking the bits out of the carpet in the bedroom – then thought it would be best if I moved some of the stuff out of the bathroom first so I could have a bath later.

The bedroom door is hard to close and open, catching and tearing the top of the carpet – well fancy that! I knew it would happen! Damned cowboys!

Laptop on and updated the diary. Put the dental appointment on me Google diary.

Very tired again suddenly.

Made some nosh. Potatoes, fresh garden peas, pork loin, mature cheese and veggie sausages. Rated 8/10

I added me 1960 Kenyan policeman’s truncheon in the photo just out of interest and in the hopes of getting an offer of a massive amount of money as an offer to buy it from someone.

So I can raise some cash like. Also I have an original one quart Esso oil bottle open to offers.

Desperate times need desperate measure, I’ve had these items for donkeys years and hoped to hand them down to someone when I kick the bucket, but now find missen in need of cash. Maybe, when I get the time I’ll search the web ro find out what they might be worth?

Tiredness and depression overcame me. No bath or shave (Mind you, I’ve still got to empty the bath of all the stuff I put in it yesterday to make room for the cowboys to do me carpets) just got down in all the rubbish in the kitchen and slept…

Mon 10 Aug 2015: Inchcock Today – Utter Mayhem

Monday 10^th August 2015

0415hrs: Woke with a start and got straight up knowing I had a lot of hassle and work on today – not a good idea, cause I had a dizzy as I gorrup… Tsk!

I’d got the kitchen area all cleared where they hopefully will be knocking out the units to get to foam fill the holes in the wall. Every-time a fitter comes to look at it they change their plans!

First they came to fix the air-vent – He decided it needed bricklayers to come and block up the holes – Next the bricklayer came and did nowt, having decided it needed a carpenter to come and take out the units cupboards and drawers and fill the holes with foam? He’s due today, and I’m getting nervous.

Then I have to go to the dentist appointment afterwards, and get some bread in on the way back.

Tomorrow it’s the turn of the carpet layer to scare me and lay me carpets – so all the stuff I’d moved out of the kitchen to make way for the carpenter has to be moved back into the kitchen along with all the other stuff in the flat to make room for the carpet fitter to do his damage.

The condemned kitchen window is being replaced next week, by then I have no idea of the mess I’ll be up to me neck in, and redecorating will be needed of course…

Then there is the old place to get sorted yet…

I’m not feeling well now, just thinking about it all… Tsk!

To the bathroom and boy were the haemorrhoids bleeding! Another mess to clean up.

Laptop on, cuppa and medications taken.

‘Little Inch swollen and throbbing, but only trickling with bleeding, still sore and painful though.

Bits of the dreams I’d had kept coming into me mind I couldn’t make much sense of them again, something involving big holes in the floor?

As time passed the angina and arthritis joined in playing up too.

Getting a bit worried about how I’m going to cope with things now.

Feeling sorry fer missen I suppose – can’t have that – must buck missen up somehow!

Got a new email from Angie that temporarily boosted me spirits, bless her and Patti and the TFZ members.

**My kitchen curtains… another job to sort! Huh!**

Went and had a shave, teggies and brush-up, changed into some old togs thinking best to for when (IF) the hole gets filled in I’d have to clear up the mess afterwards – then remembered the dentist appointment and changed back into decent togs. Huh!

There are times that I excel myself and commit self-inflicted Whoopsiedangleplops – this is such an occasion!

It is not today for the Dentist – it’s tomorrow at 1415hrs!

Pressed on sorting paperwork out, selecting what needs keeping and shredding much of it, filled two of the small orange recycling carrier bags.

Then moved some stuff out of the kitchen into the living room to give the bloke more room like.

The Carpenter chappy arrived and i explained the problem to him – nice chap, sociable type – rare that.

He soon had the base unit out revealing the rather large hole in the kitchen wall that had been causing the problems with the wind ingress.

Rather large wonnit? The one at the top that they are not touching is even larger.

Bit of drilling, banging and sawing and within half an hour he was ready to replace the cabinet.

He assured me the foam would continue to expand and fill in the whole of the hole… eventually like.

Spur of the moment decision to catch the L9 Bus into town and get some bread and maybe treat missen to a cream cake.

I emailed Deana Walker to tell her the hole had successfully been blocked. Thanking her for sorting it out for me.

Got me bag, bus-pass and list and set off to catch the bus into town – wait for it…

I got on the wrong one.

So dropped off in Sherwood and caught a bus there into Arnold, Norman from the flats was on the bus L8 and caught the Arnold bus with me and we had a good chin-wag – then we both realised we’d caught the wrong bus into Arnold – so we dropped off early and I walked into Arnold. Tsk!

I called into Sainsburys and looked for some of the nobbly potatoes but they didn’t have any, so I got some bread thins, spiced chips and fresh garden peas.

Walked into Arnold and popped into Asda to see if they had any of the nobbly potatoes in – they hadn’t – so I got a fresh cream raspberry and cream turnover.

En-route another Nottingham Pavement cyclist nearly had me as he meandered wobbly along the pavement with his radio or whatever it was blaring out from his headphones.

Swine!

The Arnold Market looked sadder than I’ve ever seen it.

I cut through the jitty and to the L9 bus stop to get back to the flats.

I don’t know why, but again I kept nodding off on the bus? I always seem to do this on the L8 and L9 buses?

They are electric-powered, that shouldn’t affect me should it?

Got into the flat and put me nosh away.

Made a cuppa and laptop on to update this tosh.

Had a walk down to the Community Hut (I’ll try to remember to take a photo of it) to hand in some more letters delivered for the previous tenant Margaret.

The shed was all locked up again.

Hey-ho!

Back to the flats and met a lady from the 8th floor visiting the lady in the flat next to mine. I gave her the ladies hair-brush with a mirror on the back that I’d got from the old house – for some reason. She liked it and that cheered me up a bit.

Got me nosh on – seasoned potatoes, two vegetarian sausages and crispy bacon and apple with the bread thins and sauce.

Rounded off with me fresh cream raspberry cake.

Great! Rated this one 8.6/10.

Then the horribly painful job of moving things into the bathroom and kitchen in readiness for the cowboy to fit me carpet tomorrow began.

Took me hours to get what stuff I did manage – me back is playing up wicked now – and I didn’t get everything into the kitchen and bathroom, still need to finish off moving the remainder of the stuff in the morning.

Too tired and weary now.

Fri 7 Aug 2015: Inchcock Today – So busy he’s worn himself out. Poor mite!

Friday 7^th August 2015

0405hrs: Woke, WC’d and got the laptop and kettle on.

Mused over me dreams: I’d got the old place sorted and sold… I was so glad and happy to be able to concentrate on the flat and had a load of people visit me, and they all wanted vegetarian sausages to eat?

Then I was at a football match and ran on the pitch, tackled Wayne Rooney and served him with a writ for knocking off a £2000 a time prostitute and being rude and crude in public?

I was glad the cramps again had not been too bad last night – but still intend to get some magnesium tablets today from Holland & Barrett’s.

Spent ages finishing yesterdays Diary and doing graphics.

Had a wash shave and spruced missen up. The angina was a bit rough with me, the haemorrhoids bleeding but otherwise not too bad at all.

Got me bag with Sister Jane and brother-in-law Pete’s nibbles, letters delivered for Margaret the previous tenant to hand in at the community shed, and the paperwork I needed for Steve of Age UK when I meet him later at the old dump and cash and bus-pass.

Off to the shed and handed in the letters to the Obergruppenfurher.

To the bus stop and had a nice chat with some of the other residents.

Dropped off the bus in town and had an amble to Holland and Barrett’s to view the Magnesium on offer. They had sprays, creams and tablets.

Being as the tablets of 100 one-a-day pills were on offer, buy two get the second for a penny… I did.

Walked to Pete’s bus-stop and met him. We had a little natter and worked out where we needed to visit.

I wanted to buy a battery operated radio for the bathroom with preselect channels and a clock to replace the one I dropped and broke – and Pete needed to go to the Asian shop for some cheesey seaweed, and Wilkinson’s for some bits.

We went around several shops looking for a radio but the cheapest we could find was £49.99, so I decided against it.

We went into Wilkinson’s Pete got his bits and I got a £3 alarm clock, same model as the one I broke.

Then we plodded to the Asian shop and i joined Pete in getting a pack of the cheesey seaweed fer missen.

Walked into the City Centre to have a look to see if any of the charity shops had a battery radio for sale – they didn’t.

**A Dangerous Nottingham Pavement Cyclist**

The plonker on the bike across the road was one of the most dangerous gits of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists I’ve ever come across, he was on his phone as he drove along the pavement and actually hit one woman and just carried on! Tsk Nasty Ignorant Swine!

Left Pete at his bus-stop after our second failed search to find a radio had concluded.

Hobbled up to Parliament Street, buying a salad cob on the way to the bus-stop.

Got off in Carrington and nervously made me way to the old house. Where I overdid it with the lifting and sorting. Made up four large bags of stuff for the flat. Then managed to carry some furniture out to the bins for the looters to take later. Then put weed-killer on the garden weeds, and there were many there.

I was lucky enough to find a part-used tube of Betmethasone corticosteroid cream and put that in me bag to treat ‘Little Inchy with in the morning if he’s been bleeding again.

**Age UK’s Steve does some phoning for me**

Utterly fatigued and me back was playing something rotten by the time Steve arrived at the house.

He rang BT for me to cancel me phone and Internet – found there would be a £42 charge for leaving them. And we had to ring them back on the 18th to confirm our decision?

Then he rang British Gas (You know them… the French company!) They informed us there would be a £30 fee, one months payment costs and 59p a day charge until we informed them the house had been sold???

I was losing heart by then.

Steve and I went upstairs which started me arthritis off to join Anne Gyna and me bad back. Feeling pretty weary and unwell by now. Steve brought some stuff down and then lifted me and two of the bags back to the flat, bless him.

I was so some pleased things had got done for once, but not pleased with state of health at all.

He came in with me and reclaimed his blow-up mattress that he’d lent me.

After he went I did feel a bit poorly, but forced missen to eat the cob with a cuppa. Didn’t feel hungry enough to bother making a meal – so drained.

**Got me next lot of medications pots sorted and done**

Did this diary and then had to sort out me medication pots to make sure the old and new ones had some magnesium tablets in each pot – that took over an hour, but I was pleased I’d got it done.

Remembered to put the Betamethasone cream in the bathroom so it’d be handy for the morning if needed.

**Late Nosh – with slightly burnt pasty**

Sudden Hunger pangs now – so made a quick nosh, instant cheesey potatoes, pasty, beetroot and tomatoes.

I may have overdone the pasty a touch?.

Way passed me bedtime now.

Must try to get some of laundry done tomorrow, it’s stacking up yer know…

And some of the paperwork to get sorted and shredded, oh, and get the cupboards emptied ready for the Nottingham Homes man to destroy the kitchen cabinets and drawers when they fill in the holes in the wall… Tsk, work work work… I’m working ‘arder now than when I actually working – Huh!

Thu 6 Aug : Inchcock Today: Busy yet again – Tsk!

Thursday 6^th August 2015

0435hrs: The tones of the fridge-freezer stirred me, it had added a few more clunk-thuds to its chorus this morning – bit worrying that.

Up and at em… well, I stirred and appreciated the lack of cramps again last night, then mused on the dreams I could recall:

I was struggling to get up a beach from a canoe… it looked like I was an Australian beach – Kangaroos and koala bears all around…

Climbed over some sand dunes and found it was Los Angeles, I have no idea how I knew it was Los Angeles but I did. I caught a cab and the driver was a robot with a shiny metal head and spoke in an Eastern European voice to tell me I should not be here since the Declaration of Independence was declared, only non-humans were permitted in the City?

Can’t recall what happened next, but I ended up in the middle of a gigantic plate of chips struggling to get out, with Marissa Bergen trying to pull me out using guitar strings with hooks on the ends?

Shame I can’t recall owt else though.

Kettle on, cuppa and me medications taken then a check on me failing body parts when I had a wash and shave: Arthritis not bad in the least, Anne Gyna bothersome a bit, ulcer very fair, hardly any bother, Reflux valve closing okay at the moment, even the sin cancer wound has stopped itching – all good really, even the Little Inch had not been bleeding last night. (Should I have said that I’m thinking?).

The food delivery man rang, Asda (Walmart to me American friends) had failed to change the directions to the one’s I changed on their site. He arrived a few minutes later and I now have an overfull freezer.

Whoopsiedangleplop number one – knocked the new clock over, and I now do not own a new clock that works. Huh!

Little Inch was sore as soon as I moved the blood flowed again. Took me a while to get it to stop.

Laptop on, WC’d a few times, made a cuppa and finished off yesterdays diary.

There is only 1½ hours to go to the time the Nottingham City Homes repair man comes to replace the condemned fan heater, so no time to get any laundry done. Tsk!

Steve from Age UK rang (Yes he did, honestly – amazing!) he’ll meet me tomorrow at the old house t 1400hrs.

Got paperwork ready in bag now to take with me to meet him.

Filled in the electoral register letter I’d received and went to post it off.

Took the mail for Margaret the previous tenant, to the Community shed, and to ask anyone there if they still want the walker and tell them not to worry about making the phone calls fer me as I’d got hold of Steve from Age UK and would be meeting him on Friday.

The door was open – Yahoo!

Julia asked me if she could have the walker before I could mention it – I pointed out that it had been in me shed downstairs awaiting use for two weeks now! (That’s telling her… she don’t scare me!)

Deana appeared and I gave them a choice of nibbles.

I realised I’d not crossed off Margaret’s name from the form I was about to post and Julia stuck some Cellotape on the envelope for me after I’d corrected me error.

When I informed them not to bother doing the telephone calls for me to the BT and Gas company to cancel their services for the old place, it became apparent they had forgot all about me request, judging my the confused and bemused expressions on their faces. Hey-ho!

Poddled to the letter box and then back to the shed, at the flat and got the Walker and took it back to the shed so they could donate it to the needy person. No thank you’s, just a ‘Yo wer quick!’ when I got back to the shed with it.

Mind you there might have been thinking about it, I didn’t have me hearing-aids in.

Rushed back to the flat in case the maintenance personage who had been booked to replace the condemned wall heat arrived… silly me thinking they’d come early.

Must remember tomorrow – meet brother-in-law Pete at 1030hrs at his bus stop in town then make sure I go to the old house for 1400hrs to meet Steve.

Made a cuppa and tidied around a bit – no point in doing a good job, the fitter will no doubt cause a decent mess – and next week I’ve got the carpenter tearing out the cupboard and drawer to block up the hole in the wall – then the week after it’ll be mayhem from their replacing the condemned window – oh the thought of it all… Tsk!

Doing this diary while I await the arrival of the Nottingham City Homes electrician.

Re-posted me graphic wot I dun on Facebook.

Titivated the open cupboard.

Nearly fell asleep once.

The Electrician chap from Nottingham Homes rang the buzzer and came up to replace the heater on the wall.

He didn’t speak much, took all his time to answer me questions and comments.

Took him around ten minutes max to change it.

He’s left me a nice spot on the wall to paint over bless him.

I can’t see any controls on the heater? I’ll have to ask someone later maybe they are handily placed on the top of the heater where I cannot reach them?

I got the brush and dustpan and swept up the bits of wire, plastic and the screws he’d left on the floor as a donation no doubt. Hehe!

Dinner in’t oven.

Chips (Fries), baked beans, tomatoes and pickled bullets… no, beetroots, smoked cooked pork with some bread thins.

I consumed this with great relish – the chips were savoury French Fries from Asda (Walmart) and pretty good they were too.

Rated this nosh at 8.4/10.

Sorted paperwork needed for tomorrow afternoon when I meet Steve at the old dump, so he can phone and cancel BT phone/internet and British Gas to cancel them.

Odd that innit, British Gas, owned by a French company? And BT biggest shareholder is Renaissance Technologies LLC a multinational company based in New York USA.

Took a photo from the living room window of the evenings skyline.

Tired and weary I got me head down – but not before coating me legs in Phorpain Gel first to counter the’Cramps’ when they came. Took me evening medications.

Feeling just tad less unsettled tonight, knowing that at least some progress in sorting the old place might get done tomorrow.

I dreamt early about Duncan Robertson (Cyber-pal), thought he was here and we were having a cuppa on the balcony and we started singing and a police helicopter hovered above us with one officer on a megaphone, but I can’t recall what he was telling us.

When I woke up for a porcelain visit after about two hours head-down, I actually looked around for Dunc – wish I could remember more.

TTFN.

Tue 4 Aug 15: Inchcock Today: Dizzies…

Tuesday 4^th August 2015

0405hrs: Woke, and so glad the cramps has eased – mind you, i used nearly a full tube of Phorpain gel – so I can expect to run out of that now! Tsk!

I’m not sure that using so much would be a good thing though. But the agony last night – Cor blimus – As the immortal Sid James said in Carry on Cleo! (One of me favourite Carry On’s this one).

I’ve been using Maximum strength Phorpain and Fenbid gel for a couple of years now on the arthritis in me hands and knees mostly – but this is the first time I’ve lathered it on me poor old legs.

The active substance is Ibuprofen. Other ingredients are hydroxyethylcellulose, sodium hydroxide, benzyl alcohol, isopropyl alcohol, purified water. I looked it up so I could sound clever like. Hehe!

I finished and posted yesterdays diary and since starting this diary I’ll pointed at the porcelain no less than eight times? Oh, nine now…

Did some Facebooking and WordPress reading.

Then got missen washed, scrubbed, shaved, and freshened up ready for me visit to the community shed between the two blocks of flats to take some of the never ending letters delivered for Margaret, the previous tenant to Julie and or Deana in the event that they might be on site today.

Julie was in the shed, gave her a nibble and left the letters for Deana to sort later.

I walked up into Woodthorpe Park and up again into Sherwood, down the hill a tad and caught a bus into the City centre, using me free pensioners bus-pass of course. (I love it!)

Got into town and had a walk in and to top top of Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall for my American friends), and to the end doors where the Pound Shop is and got a bag of bird seed for the pigeons and duck in Derby later.

Out through the doors and into the bus-station and caught a red Arrow bus to Derby.

Had a go at me crossword book and actually got some answers in for once to the ones I’d started earlier.

Not much traffic about en-route.

Arrived in Derby and went to the back of the bus-station first to feed the ducks and pigeons.

I think they must have had a cull on the pigeons since me last visit, ’cause there were not many of them about, and most of them were young ones – you can tell my their red legs and claws, they get darker with age. (Another tip from Inchy – no charge! Hehe)

I had a walk into the Eagle Centre… er Mall and went to the indoor market – what a sad sight!

More stalls closed than open.

I didn’t find owt interesting to buy and soon left and had a quick walk through the old market.

Finding some hungry pigeons en-route.

I took some ‘bling’ photo’s for the TFZ site.

That market was also run-down and sad.

Espied this model outside a shop as I passed near the Eagle Centre – wondered what the shop was advertising using this mannequin?

Took a closer look and they were selling ladies wigs!

Made me way to the bus station – and checked me mobile in case Steve from Age UK had called or text in response to me many calls for help to him – I’d have had more chance of Winning the lottery and should have known better than to bother checking. Tsk!

Caught the bus and was back in Nottingham within 40 minutes.

I checked the times and I had 45 minutes until the last bus from town, the L9 was due to leave. So I had a quick walk around the Nottingham Beach.

A decent crowd there, and even the paddling pool has some kids in it, despite the lack of sunshine, but it wasn’t cold.

Popped in Primark to see if I could get a cardigan of the roper size this time. Got one with good pockets for £14 with buttons. And an Andy Cap to replace the one I left on the bus £3 – Huh!

Back to the bus stop in plenty of time and had a chin-wag with a lady waiting for the same bus from the same flats.

There was a sign on the bus-shelter informing us that Nottingham was the cleanest City Centre in the Midlands. So I took this photo (I missed the dog turd on the steps off of it though) of the steps into the main Post Office near where I was waiting fer me bus.

Fell asleep on the bus, but woke up in time for me stop like.

When I got off the bus, the wind was belting away and the lady nearly went over when we turned the corner to the flats.

Back in flat, found more letters again delivered for Margaret the previous tenant.

Did a bit on this diary – but hunger-pangs arrived, so I got me dinner on while I did the diary – and had a dizzy spell. Mmm!

Bread thins Ham sarnies, beetroot, bacon bits, dried roast onions and potato curls – very nice!

It may well have qualified as one of the best if it were not for beetroots being as hard as cricket balls! Damned disappointing that! Still, gave it an 8/10.

Washed the pots and had a cuppa – fell asleep – and that was no easy task on me wooden chair!

Took me medications and had a wash and checked me ailments – The Inch was not bleeding but it had been, Arthritis not too bad, Haemorrhoids not bleeding either. Put some Phorpain gel on me lower legs as well as me knees and hands this time, hoping it might ease the pain if the ‘Cramps’ start again later.

The wind was now worse than ever outside.

Tomorrow me Morrisons order coming twixt 0730 > 0830hrs, the Dentist appointment at 0930hrs and the clinic at 1330hrs. I thing that’s why i took the chance to get out a bit today and take some photographs while I had the time without worrying about me timing like.

Did a bit of Facebooking and some work on a planned post for me WordPress.

Tired again.

Wed 29 July 2015: Inchcock Today – Stuck indoors again… Tsk!

Wednesday 29^th July 2015

0409hrs: Woke and lay there accompanied by the Thud, rattle.. whir Mmmmm, grunt, clunk thud musical tones of the new Curry’s fridge-freezer trying to recall some of the dreams I’d had – all a bit vague though:

In a wood or forest with people chasing me… climbing down some scaffolding in the clouds, lost… being along with other people in a long line, sprayed with lavender coloured paint?

The urgent call to the porcelain was answered. As I got up, the draughts in the kitchen were worse than ever – I now realise the hole high in the kitchen wall is accompanied by another at the bottom of the wall! Crap that! ‘Cause when they come on Friday to brick-up the first hole, not only will it ruin me decorating but they will not do the second one at the same time and I’ll have to go through all the turmoil again later! Depressed now!

WC’d again!

Cleared the bedding. Laptop on.

Made a nice strong cuppa and took me medications.

Then remembered a bit more of me dream. I was flying high in the sky and kept diving down for see something near a factory chimney?

Another WC visitation – oh dear!

Finished yesterdays diary and posted it.

I’m hoping for a better day today. But the lack of progress, partly enforced by all the flipping appointments repairs etc is getting to me. I should get me INR Warfarin level test results in the post today – then the problem of getting an appointment at the doctors on the date they give me for me next test will have to be surmounted – if I had the time I could go to the QMC haematology and have it done, but two buses there and back and repair visits at the flat make it difficult.

Tsk!

Being as I’m stuck in here waiting for the Alarms to be checked, I decided to do a bit of Facebooking before the Morrison’s delivery comes – then changed me mind and had me bath and shave instead.

I think getting out of the bath is a challenge and painful nowadays – today was a struggle again – Tsk!

Had a bit of a dizzy-spell – bad nearly went over, but only lasted a few seconds.

A little tip here… When bending down to put yer clean socks on, it’s best to try and avoid hitting yer head on the sink!

Morrisons delivery arrived. Put the stuff away and took the rubbish and recycle bags to the chute.

Decided to go to the dump and see what I could carry back – then remembered I can’t go out until the Alarm engineers have been.

Checked me emails and sent some.

Sister sent a photo of a snake that brother-in-law Pete had to get out of a neighbours kitchen!

Can’t tell how big it is or what type come breed it was.

Imagine being sat down to have your corn flakes and one of these crawls onto yer table?

The Swift’s chappy-man came and tested the fire alarm and smoke alarm, took him at most 2 minutes.

I nipped out to the Community shed but no one was in, all locked up.

Came back and put me battered potatoes in’t oven and BBQ mini sausages in pan with a can of cheesey baked beans and finished of some graphics while they cooked.

Unfortunately I allowed the pan to overheat a tad and after the meal, had quiet a job cleaning it. Huh!

Pondered on whether it was too late to go to the house and get some stuff – yes I suppose it was.

So I did some more graphicalisationing for the TFZ folk.

A few of the aged ones wot I dun ‘ere.

Couple of dizzies today, just had another.

Mmm…

Took a stroll down to the community shed, but no one there again.

Back to flat, turned off the laptop, made sure all doors windows locked, taps off, oven off and set out on a little walk up the hill behind the flats, to try and see if I could find the Greenhouses that are supposed to be in Woodthorpe Park.

Bit windy, but nice with it today.

Once in the park proper I had to watch out for kids on bikes, skateboards, footballs, gold balls and lurking antisocial elements.

Had a good walk around looking for signs that might inform me where the hothouse is but found one.

I walked to the other side of the park and through a thicket and came across an area at the end of the twitchell that had seats and was designer built.

But the uneven steps made it dangerous going so I took a photo from half-way down like.

I could see one of the entrances to the cave that lead under the road.

A bit of history there that I read about earlier in the morning on he internet.

I made me way up to the old mansion, now a sad looking dilapidated council office place. But still no signs of any green or glasshouse?

Had to nip smart as I could manage back to the flats (Porcelain calling again).

Very tired when I got in.

Laptop on and updated this tosh, then went on Facebook to post me graphics.

Good responses to them.

And now – to change me bandage pad on me little lesion – not an easy thing to do, and rather painful. So if you hear on the news about mad screams coming from a block of flats in Sherwood Nottingham – it’ll be me.

Back in a bit.

Emptied me cupboard ready for the bricklayers arrival tomorrow.

Drained again – TTFN.

Fri 24 July 2015: A Day of Rest – Well that was the plan like…

Friday 24^th July 2015

**The must used bus-stop near the flats by Inchcock today**

0540hrs: Woke and usual start and dashed to the porcelain yet again.

Where I remembered some of me dreams and wrote them on the handy toilet paper before they drifted into the ether:

On a gigantic scaffolding in the sky – Trying to build higher, ladders.

Ran out of poles – panic, couldn’t get in touch with anyone on the phone to bring or send more up to me.

An Angel appeared, I think I knew her but she kept changing her facial features into other people, some I knew, some not? Floating in the clouds next to me on the planks… Talking to me for yonks, can’t remember what she said – suddenly she turned into a raging flying shark and gobbled me up – Inside the shark was a beautiful apartment, sunshine coming into the room through patio windows, beautiful aroma of lavender and lemon?

I was happy that she’s eaten me, but confused that I couldn’t find any teeth marks on me body as somehow I found myself in a luxurious bath soaking in bubbles… and me body was firm and slim again like when I was in me teens?

The face of a man appeared at the side of the tub, semi-transparent like and spoke to me through a pink megaphone? – I had been chosen to be installed as new angel advisor and had to go and see Captain Kirk to get my instructions… a bit vague here, but I ended up in an old dilapidated dusty office everything had gone mono in colour and I was wearing Dickensian style clothes sat at a high desk and smoking me old pipe, writing with a quill? In burst a beautiful buxom woman and she started to throw lemons at me out of her basket… That’s all I recall?

Any dream analyser who might read this – can you help? Hehe!

Making me cup of tea to take me medications I kept seeing movement out the corner of me eye. It was pigeons and crows flying by the window. I had a closer look and they were flying to and fro the balcony on the flat one above to the right of mine.

I took photo, not a good one but I was having to lean into the window to get in the birds – of course seconds before I took the shot most of the pigeons flew away being pursued by the hungry crows – Do crows eat pigeons?

It appears that the resident in that flat has removed their bird netting, I could see it hanging down, or could I, perhaps that is the netting from the flat below?

Had a good spit and polish and decided that I had time to go to the old place and get some stuff brought back to the flat – also to check see if it’d been burgled yet.

I was really lucky when I left the flat, the bus was in and pulled off immediately after I got on it. So I didn’t have to walk down the hill to get to Mansfield Road, dropped of at the bottom of Winchester Street and walked into Carrington.

Plenty of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists around en-route. But I’m forgotten to take me camera with me.

At the dump I got in and sorted some bits out to carry bag in the two bags I’d got. Clothes, computer peripherals, cleaning stuff and me flat Doughnut cushion to ease me haemorrhoid suffering. The two bags chock-full I struggled to the bus-stop in Carrington. A bus arrived in a few minutes and I rode into Sherwood. There I went over to the bus stop to see when the next L8 or 9 was due – as I got to the bus-stop and L8 arrived! All this having luck if foreign to me, it worries me! Hehe!

Back up to the flats, dropped off just outside – good stuff this today, Gawd Bless and help me keep me free bus-pass. I felt almost fresh when I got back in the flat… well the feet were stinging a bit like, but Arthur Itis, the angina, reflux valve etc were being kind to me – Yahoooo!

Two letters arrived – one for Margaret one for me. Mine was from the Nottingham City Homes to tell me the pull-cord on the kitchen heater would be replaced on Thursday 30th July – long with the Bricking-up of me gigantic hole in the kitchen wall.

So up to now, next week looks a bit easier appointment-wise? But we’ll see.

I took down the pull-cord from the bathroom light switch and soaked it in bleach and washing-up liquid. Then rinsed it and hung it up on a clothes peg in the hallway to dry. Bet I’ll have fun when I try to re-thread it?

The flat cushion over was terribly dirty so I washed that out in the bowl afterwards and will clean it again in me next laundry session, tomorrow perhaps. I wish they would make them in a dark colour instead of blooming white. Huh!

Realised I’d not done me baked bean special marinating. So I tried it with: Tomato purée, English mustard, vinegar, BBQ seasoning, sultanas, unrefined brown sugar and dried roast onions.

I’ll put the onions in last like when I have heated em up. Worraya think? I’ll let yer know later.

Close to expected 1400hrs call from the Skin Cancer place ran by private company ‘Circle’ for the NHS.

I’m hoping, after informing the NHS Dentist, NHS Anticoagulation Team, the NHS GUM Clinic NHS City Cardiac Unit and the NHS GP surgery of me new address and telephone number that they will have it so as to ring me here and not the old place… any bets on it?

Still the mobile number is the same, so they might use that – said he hopefully!

1405hrs – no call yet – whoops bite me tongue, here it is coming in now.

This second lot is Basal Cell Carcinoma type, far less dangerous.

They asked me to feel the healed wound and tell them if it was flaky or wet. This I couldn’t do because Arthur Itis prevents me like, and there is no one living here with me. I said I would ask the staff if one could have a peep to let me know. There is no need to inform the hospital if the wound is dry or flaky, only if it is wet.

I went down and to the community shed but no one was in. So I returned and emailed Deana asking her if either of them could do this for me – but I fear it now getting on time-wise they will have gorn home like. Hey-ho!

Returned to the flat and made a cuppa, took me medications and updated this diary.

Put me beans int pan to slowly warm em through and watched an episode of London’s Burning on YouTube while the seasonings slowly warmed through for me to digest.

They tasted nice, perhaps a little too much sugar though. But I still rated it 8/10.

When I WC’s I found that little Inch had been bleeding profusely from the lesion. I’ll have to see the GUM again about this – but time and appointments are hectic already. Tsk!

Washed the pots and got down on the quilt on the floor next to the fridge in the kitchen and read me book then got me head down to the now familiar Click -shudder – whirr, clunk, drone… shudder – whirr, clunk, drone… Click of the musical fridge-freezer wot I bought from Currys. I’ll miss this when I get sorted and the bed in.

TTFN all.