0235hrs: Got the rest of the washing together and down to the laundry room again. Did a bit of graphicalisationing.
0312hrs: Down to move washing to the dryer. Checked filter, all clean. Photo took from outside the foyer door. When I got back up and downloaded the photograph, looking close up, to the left of the car on the far right, I thought there was a cat dog or something sat looking at me?
If you can see owt, I’d like to know it ain’t just me losing it. Hehe!
0420hrs: Got the clean and dried clobber out of the dryer.
Cleaned out the filter and wiped the surfaces and sprayed around with some citrus disinfectant spray. Cleaned the brushes.
I had to laugh at myself as I emptied the things out of the drum – I’d gone and forgot not to put me favourite woolly cap in with the main wash.
Here’s why on the right.
Now it’s shrunk even further than it did last time I forgot not to put it in the washing machine.
Hehehe!
Back up to the flat and a WRWW completed. Put the things away, got the accoutrement ready for the next laundry session, made a cuppa and took the photo I used as the header on this post – doctoring it I came across some problems with Coreldraw though.
Made a cuppa and done some Facebooking. The tea got cold, so I made another and took the morning medications.
Had to get ready then, for the Morrison delivery coming twixt 0730 > 0830hrs, and get the things ready for me shopping.
Going to look for a phone that shows callers number on display, some sauces to go with my dumplings and Potato Gnocchi, and something else that I cannot recall at the moment. Hello, a change of plans, a WRHD session first!
Oh yes, Lip salve was the other thing.
Abluted, I called at Olive’s and had a little chinwag. She said to look for the Nivea lip salve in town. Had a cuddle between us. Picked up some glass jars to take to the bank with mine on the way out.
Then back to number 72 and got me bags and off I poddled to the bottle bank then the bus stop.
A great laugh with some other residents, at the bus stop. The L9 soon got me into town and I dropped off and went into the Pound Shop to see if they had any lip gel stuff in stock. But they had none available. I got three things for raffle prizes tomorrow.
Went over to the Argos store to look at the landline phones that show incoming numbers, but couldn’t fathom what did and what didn’t. Walked into Victoria Mall and went in the old Jessop Store and looked at theirs on display on the third floor. It was horrendously busy and I could not get anyone to assist me, so up to the necks in it, they were, poor souls. There were two models that had stickers on them saying they could bar calls. I’ll have to go back when they are not so busy.
Walked to the Aldi store and got some Deli Pea Snacks and some jars of pasta sauce.
Called into a shop to get some lip gel and they had none. I walked into Boots and they had some, but at a ridiculous price.
As I passed the Council House on the way to the bus terminus, a plane going up into the sky looked like it was a searchlight or something shooting out from the dome. and caught the L9 back to the flats.
Caught the L9 back to the flats.
Mary was at the bus stop when I got off again, so gave her a nibble and walked back to the flats with her.
Got in the INR Warfarin blood test letter had arrived. 2.5, that was goodish, so they informed me to book the next appointment for Monday 14th November, then a WRHD session took place. Sent an email request.
Put the things away, placing some Pea & Rice snack packets in the small Ottoman at the side of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner for later.
Got some water in the pans ready for doing the meal later.
Computer turned on checked the emails, Sister Jane sent one. Replied. Did a quick Facebook session, then some graphicationalisationing.
Got the food cooking. Managed to let the Gnoochi boil over and had to clean the stove and floor again.
By the time I got the nosh it was not as hot as I would have liked it to be but still enjoyed it.
Potato Gnocchi, tomato & Herb sauce, cheesy cobs, Mushrooms and crispy bacon. Followed by Mandarin in orange jelly.
Well tired now, I did manage to watch an episode of Hustle on a DVD, before turning off and tired as I was, struggled to get to sleep.
Up, out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and down to the laundry room, washing in the machine and back up to the flat and computer on all by 0205hrs. WRHD session, only a little bleeding and hassle.
0210hrs, down to the laundry room and got the washing going on Quick Mode. Back up the lift t’flat and on the computer again.
0240hrs, Down and moved the things into the dryer, wiped the machines. Up and did some work on the computer. Started work on the diaries and graphicationalisationing.
0345hrs, To the laundry room again, folded the things into the bag, cleaned out the filter and wiped the machine and sink area surfaces down.
Put the clobber away in the airing cupboard and hung some up, readied the powder, capsules, freshener and droplets for the next session and brought them in the empty laundry bag ready.
Made a mug of tea and took the morning medications. At this stage, 045hrs, the first Whoppsiedangleplop of the day occurred. I dropped the pot of tablets, bent down to retrieve it and knocked the bottle of antacid off the kitchen counter and what a horrible mess it made as the bottle broke and the medicine looked like gunge and stuck like gunge to the kitchen floor! Picking out the brown glass bits was easy compared to cleaning up the liquid that had clung to the floor like a moveable glue!
Tried using paper towels but that wasn’t very successful, so I got the mop and bucket out – eventually the floor was presentable it – but it took as long again to get the mop and bucket cleaned, and it took two rolls of Blitz kitchen towels, flash liquid, bleach, washing up liquid and a lot of swearing to clean the sink that I cleaned the mop and bucket in!
But at least I was happy at getting the things cleaned up rather well, even if it did take me ages. And it did too, I reckon it was around 0540hrs by the time all was sorted, well over an hour. Tsk!
Good job I’d just collected this month’s two bottles yesterday. So I started the last one off.
I’ll have to ask for a prescription for another bottle when I pass the surgery, that’ll make me very popular with the staff!
Thinking of all the hassle and effort it took to get the stuff off of the floor, and they tell me to take four doses of the stuff a day?
No wonder I’m having troubles with my WRHD sessions is it? Hehehe!
I checked some paperwork waiting to be sorted and put away, and found the hospital appointment for November and realised it was a Serologist the arrangement was for me to meet.
Had to look up Serologist on Google. Turns out he or she is a specialist in bodily fluids – blood, serum, saliva, etc. Then I looked up what serum was. It told me it was: An amber-coloured, protein-rich liquid which separates out when blood coagulates. So now I know, being on Warfarin which thins the blood to avoid coagulation. I wish they wouldn’t confuse with changing the names. Haha!
Reading this reminded me to check the emails in case I’d received any from the surgery about yesterday’s INR test. Nothing from the NHS in it. Plenty of Can-We-Sell-You-Something Emails, though. Asda, HP, CorelDraw, Serif and Epson being amongst them.
Eventually got back on the computer, with my wrinkled hands and fingers after the marathon cleaning up operation, and got on switching between the diary and doing graphics, and Facebooking.
Realised I could not remember the pin number for the new card! Duncan said he’s put his phone number in the mobile, but I could not find it? I’ll have to see them at the bank for advice.
Got the ablutions done post haste so I could catch the half-past bus.
A gossip with a couple of residents at the bus stop. The L9 bus came on time, and I was soon in town. Well, with 35 minutes.
Made my way straight to the bank and they couldn’t find Duncan’s number on my mobile. I needed to call him cause he knew where I’d concealed the number, Humpf!
It’ll take five working days for them to get me a new pin number.
Running out of money here!
Came out of the bank and nearly got hit my a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on Exchange Walk! Not surprising, there were dozens of them about.
Nipped down to Broad Marsh, to take a photograph of a particular area to put on a Nottingham site, along with one from the 1950’s.
Back up to the Slab Square, where they SSE electric company workmen were busy setting up the Christmas decorations, on and around the Council House.
Waltzed (Well I use the term waltzed but…Hehe!) up King Street and down Upper Parliament Street, left up Milton Street, across that and hobbled through the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall) and out the other end, over Glasshouse Street to Huntingdon Street, across that and into the Aldi store.
Where I was in luck today.
I got some Gnocchi potatoes, Tomato & Mushroom sauce and some Pea & Rice nibbles for after the nosh. I added a tin of mini sausages to go in the sauce later, and I already had some Ciabatti cobs at home, they’ll need doing in the oven for a few minutes. The Gnocchi can be done in another saucepan, they only need simmering in boiling water until the food rises to the top the instructions say.
Walked back through the Victoria Mall (Centre) and noticed this Pizza place, The Stonebaked Pizza Company. Four staff and no customers.
Another one to close down soon I expect?
Out onto Mansfield Road and around the corner to catch the L9 bus.
There were no Woodthorpe or Winchester Court tenants at the stop, which is rare.
I took a picture from the bus stop, facing where the bus would arrive from. Can you see some of Fothergill Watson designed building on the left-hand side?
The bus came, and I had a chinwag with a lady passenger en route. Lovely lady, she was telling me about her family and the problems she was having.
At the flats stop, I found Mary, having a rest on the bench there, before she carried on into the flats. I stayed with her, and we had a gossip.
She was in fine form today. She let me take her photo twice! The on you see here, and one where she was pointing at the metal lattice seat. This is the one where I took a photograph of a ladybird last week for the TFZers on Facebook.
I walked Mary to her flat, gave her some nibbles, then got the lift again up to mine. Where a WRWW was tended to with a degree of urgency. Hehe!
Put the bits away and had a search for the missing PIN number, then realised the Bank had suspended it anyway, while they arrange to send me a new one.
Got the computer going and updated this rubbish.
Then did a bit of Facebooking again, and some graphicationalisationing was done.
Got the meal prepared. Put the sauce, and mini sausages in a saucepan were slowly warming.
Ciabatti cobs in the oven for five minutes.
A big pan of boiling water and added the Gnocchi.
Served it up in the bowl, and this helped me forget the terrible accident prone, frustrating and embarrassing day I’d had, as I savoured the wonderful taste of the meal.
Woke up at 0235hrs: In the same position, I fell asleep in. Headphones on the head, remote control for the TV at my right side and the wind-up torch between my legs. The £300 second-hand recliner was on a go-slow, and shuddering with it; But it eventually let me out, in the nick-of-time to get for a WRHD session. Not a good one, bleeding and a hint of constipationalistic none activity were present for a painful while.
Kettle on. Took the medications with an added Senna tablet, made a cuppa and got the computer started. Such a pleasure to load CorelDraw X7 and be able to see what I am downloading. All thanks to Duncan’s visitation yesterday.
Made sure I’d put the Morrison delivery on the Google Diary, noting that today I had the INR Warfarin level blood test at the Sherringham Park Surgery, then the monthly prescriptions to collect from the Chemist. Must take a large bag with me today then.
Finished and posted yesterday’s WordPress diary and started this one off. A real satisfaction in being able to use CorelDraw and see the imports.
Made a start on the ‘Marmite’ article. It will be a photographic gallery of Marmite products, some genuine but a few not so. Just of Marmite lovers really I suppose? Hehe!
Took a while.
Stooped, er, no, stopped for a break and made another strong mug of tea.(Flipping tiny keyboard, I’m forever having to correct mistakes).
I had to open the kitchen window to take this photographicalisation of the misty view outside.
Bonfire Night weather this, that is on for the 5th November.
Getting the window to close was a little harder than opening it was, bruised knuckles as testimony to that!
Got back onto creating the Marmite post. Finally getting it finished and posted, then rushing around doing the ablutions so I could get time to visit Olive on the way out.
Regrettably, she was not in, huh!
Set off on what turned out to be a very little one-way hobble to the surgery and around Carrington. Caught two buses back.
The mist has lifted at last, and it was pleasant and warm with little wind and what there was wasn’t a cold one either.
A jolly pleasant hobble, other than having to make it a fast one to there in time for my appointment), down Chestnut Walk to the bottom of Winchester Street Hill, left down Hood Street. Right to the end of Marshall Street and left down Mansfield Road. Carrying on up and over down over the hill, down into Carrington.
The signs of the season were all over the streets and roads en route.
Arrived with a few minutes to spare in the surgery, signed in and got the crossword book out.
Called in a couple of minutes later and had a great humourous chinwag with the nurse as she took my blood for the INR Warfarin level test.
Out hobbled into Carrington a called in the Lidl shop. Got three large open mushrooms, mini-peppers, seafood sticks, Pork Frikadellens, Gnocchi and some part baked Ciabatta rolls. Along with the other stuff in the bag, it became rather cumbersome. Hehe!
Out and into the chemist to collect the month’s prescriptions – which weighed more than the other bag!
I’d taken a thick empty bag with me. So I carried them both to the bus stop, taking the scenic route around Carrington, just to see the old place. But I could not bring myself to look at the old house on Sherbrooke Road.
Roy, last week in the Laundry Room
I met my fellow tenant Roy waiting at the shelter, to do the same as I, and catch a bus into Sherwood, then another one up to the flats.
We had a good laugh, and he put one of my bags on top of his trolley for me, bless him.
He did comment: Careful you don’t get home to the flat without the bag! Haha!
When we arrived back in Sherwood, we crossed over and found that a bus must be due shortly, because the shelter had been taken over my the flats tenants. There were seven of us, counting Roy and me. I went down the line and donated a chocolate coin to each one. We did have a laugh. Which continued on the bus. Even in the lift going up, although, by then, there were just three of us, Roy, 94-year-old Norman and me.
I had such a good time, I forgot to use the camera. Tsk!
Out of the lift and called on Olive again. No reply, I hope she’s alright. It may be here dinner day with her family perhaps.
To the flat and a much needed WRWW.
Took the midday medications. Put the prescriptions away in the right place and rotated them. Stored the fodder away.
Got the kettle on and set about doing a graphic for Marie in Australia. Thought she might be able to use it in her posts. I’ll not show it here, in case she does.
Went to make another cuppa, the last one got cold.
I noticed how wonderful the Copse looked from the kitchen window, and took this photograph of it, in all of its amazing winter-is-coming colours!
Not many folks about in the woods today.
I got a call from an Asian sounding gentleman and rang off quickly. I thought it might be the hacker again. Then remembered I was paying for withheld numbers to be barred from getting through? So I tried 1471 and was told that 02034574172 was the number ringing. Then, I put this into Google and found many complaints about this number. Hundreds of comments about the caller wanting to ask just three questions. People discovered that they were charged for the call. So be aware my friend, please.
Then I tried to find out if I could buy a caller display landline phone, but many pages gave differing answers.
But I could not find if it was possible to buy a Virgin compatible caller ID display landline?
The trouble is, every time I’ve been into the Virgin Media showroom they have told me to call their helpline, and with my hearing difficulties, and the chance of me making a mistake, it is no an option for me.
I suppose I’ll have to call on them again, but don’t hold out much hope of any help.
Popped out to see if Olive was in yet. No, not in.
Did some Facebooking.
Nipped back to see Olive, not in, bet it is her dinner day, maybe?
Fodder. I got the meal ready.
But what is it? I’ll put a competition photo on Facebook in the morning. Clue, the shell-like things are something I’ve never tried before? Or maybe not.
Consumed the meal, washed up and visited Olive again, crossed fingers.Olive
Olive answered the door. I asked if she was alright and she told me she’s just shut her living room door to get some peace for the day. Oh, dear. Hope she didn’t mean I was calling too often, cause I’d not called on her for two days? We had a chinwag and she told me she would not be available tomorrow, she’s out all day with the family. Gave her a peck said my farewells and limped back to the flat, just a touch depressed.
Making a mug of tea as the day faded, the sky lifted me a bit.
Once again, I settled in the recliner and put on the gogglebox only to fall asleep in minutes.
Woken at 0330hrs, wrote a scribbled note on my pad about the dreams I’d been having. Unfortunately, when I rose at 0400hrs and disentangled myself from the rickety £300 second-hand recliner chair and made for the porcelain and a WRHD session, not a pleasant one, and returned, I could not make out much of my writing! And the memories had evaporated into the ether. Canal, boat sinking, Marie, Lyzzi, Sausages, sleeping bag and coffin were the only words I was sure of? I do hate it when this happens, Tsk!
Took the medications, made a strong mug of tea, dropping the milk as I put it back into the fridge. Made a right mess! As I cleared it all up, I realised that the ailments that attacked me so badly yesterday morning, well, all bar Duodenal Daniel, were friendly and calm. Naturally, an hour or so after thinking this, Anne Gyna kicked off! Humph!
Started this diary off and later I went for a WRWW and to make another brew. While doing so, I thought I’d take a shot from the kitchen window. I put the selector on a different option for scenery and took this photograph.
No idea what else I must have done to the settings, but this one must go in my ‘Favourite Photo’s I’ve Taken’ album on Facebook.
How I got the arthritic fingers and camera in the shot beats me! Can’t wait to show it to Duncan later. In fact, I’ll try to get a photo of Duncan put on it now, using CorelDraw (If it lets me that is). Back in a bit.
Blimus, I had a hell of a job finding a photo of Duncan to use. This reminded me that PC World, have they got the things they saved from the old computer and charged me £100 to do it yet? Been a week now, but I must be patient, better I get any files back, and they are not infected with the Hackers virus.
Must take some more photographicalisations of Duncan today.
Eventually, I got it done, though.
I vignetted the original file on Duncan’s photo, then applied an orange drop-shadow.
Mildly pleased with the outcome. (Smug mode adopted at this stage). But of course, no point in saving it, because CorelDraw will not let me view it to reload it.
I tried another doctorisation of the photograph then.
Hope he likes them, he might be able to use one or the other on his website do you think?
Is he a handsome brute; he is? Been retired a while now, and I bet he is not regretting it in the least.
Did some Facebooking, cause I won’t have time later when we start trying to sort out the computer. Plenty of lovely messages, it took me hours, but I enjoyed it.
Another message up on the screen.
Persevered with the CorelDraw graphicalisationing on a TFZer known as Betty from Houston.
She is on a touring holiday at the moment and in Santa Fe.
It is her Birthday today, so I set about creating a message for her.
Hope she has a fabulous day.
Got the ablutions done and went down to the lobby to meet Duncan when he arrives.
No sooner had I arrived there, and Duncan pulled up.
Duncan was wearing his Robertson Tartan kilt, and I was so happy to see him approaching the foyer door, I nearly burst out with loud ‘Yahoo!’
Greetings and we went up to the flat, some of the female residents showing interest in Dunc’s kilt, or that area, as we passed them. Hehe!
A cup of tea was made between the chatting and my finding out how he was going and what he was getting up to, in general.
Dunc soon sorted out what needed attention and started with the printer, he soon had it working, and we did a test page. Smashing!
After many hours investigating ways to try to get CorelDraw to let me view the files on loading or viewing. Dunc got into Windows and changed some settings, but that didn’t work.
He then got on the web and searched methodically for advice tips etc. on various sites. He tried a couple, but they did not work either.
After hours of searching and frustration, Dunc got into the Control Panel and tried in there to get it solved.
A welcome break and another cuppa and I gave Dunc his pressies, and we talked about (Well, I interviewed him) things other than computer related. Glad to find he is still in an arrangement shall we say, with Diana, his recently adopted lady friend.
I’m glad to report that he has taken to retirement like a duck to water and is so happy! Great!
Back to the grindstone, trying to get Coreldraw to view graphics – what a mammoth and frustrating job this is turning out to be. I told him I’d tried the advice I found on the Helpline page of CorelDraw, and this did not solve the problem (Obviously). We tried it again, lengthy procedure, we had to find the CorelDraw suite in Control Panel, click to Remove or Adjust, then after a few selections to choose from, including options for ‘Repair or Modify’ I chose Repair, we ran it. But it made no changes.
Duncan tried a few more things that I didn’t understand, a bit technical these were.
Still, no success and Duncan was getting frustrated and tired too now. Bless him and his efforts for me.
We tried the Control Panel thingy again, this time I chose the Modify option. I think I cried with joy… Success!
I could have kissed Duncan but thought better of it. He’s a big lad yer know, Hehe!
Over the moon, thanked Dunc’ the lad and then I had to ask him to watch over me again while I try once more to get the new Cash card to be accepted by Morrisons so I could order some fodder. He also read the small print on the bank’s letters out to me.
Then he patiently watched resisting laughing each time I made an error, and we soon had the card accepted by Morrisons.
What a mate I have!
Walked a weary Duncan back to his car, had a natter, thanked him again and off home, he went. A long drive ahead of him, and all to help me out. I felt humbled.
Back to the flat, and sorted out an order from Morrisons, to be delivered Wednesday 2nd November twixt 0730>0830hrs. Put this on the Google Diary straight away.
I was mentally shattered now, I bet Duncan is too. After all, that hassle and bother sorting me out. Got the meal going, nothing too complicated, I was too drained to bother with anything fancy that needed proper cooking.
I did meat dumplings, and potato farls in the oven, with seasoned baked beans, and a packet of sweet potato crisps – the crisps were uneatable, though, Urgh!
Had the evening medications with it and a glass of tomato juice.
The plan from here on was to settle in the £300 second-hand recliner chair and watch some TV – this didn’t happen. I fell asleep within minutes of turning on the goggle-box…
I came across this Poem while searching for something else this morning. I thought it was so gentle, and unpretentious; I’d like to share it with you all.
Saturday 29th October 2016
In Norwegian: Lørdag 29 Oktober 2016
Awake, wide awake, at 0400hrs, out of the rickety £300 second-hand recliner chair and to the wetroom porcelain for a painful and bloody WRHD session. Not a good start I thought?
Anne Gyna and Roger Reflux had both decided to give me some stabbing gip this morning. By the time I was out of the WC, a new pain had developed on the top left-hand side of the chest, never had this one before. Worra start eh? After the great health day yesterday too. Tsk!
Medications were taken, along with an extra painkiller and ulcer juice.
Got the washing collated and in the bag to go down to the laundry room. In the washer and back up to do some WordPressing. Half an hour later and down again to move the clobber into the dryer. Roger Reflux and Anne Gyna both going along with me. Back up the lift and on the computer again.
0545hrs, back down and collected the dried washing, cleaned the filter and up a final time and stored the things away.
Took some more anti-ulcer medicine and another pain-killer, only an extra 30g Codeine, don’t want to take any diamorphine, although I’ll see how it goes. Not had pain like this for a long time. Yesterday I woke up feeling free and so happy with the ailments all giving me a break, this morning they seem to be in an irritable Let’s-give-the-old-fart a bad- time mood. Even the toes were painful now? Hehehe! Still, Arthur Itis appears to be losing interest in my knees and ankles a bit. Why he wanted to attack my wrists, I don’t know, but I rubbed in some Phorpain gel that seemed to have done the trick within half an hour.
Many WRWWs again this morning, but that’s nothing new.
0700hrs: Cleaned the micro-fibre cloth and scolded the back on my hand: I was not surprised in the least. Collected the empty glass jars, pickled egg, ulcer medicine bottle and a pickled mushroom container. I thought it would be a good idea to have nip down and out of the lobby and a hobble down to the recycling bins with them, and try to take a photograph in the dark outside.
Got down into the reception area and decided it would be best if I go back up to the flat and collect the camera! So I did. What a Wally I am!
Up to number 72, got the camera and down again and out down to the end of Chestnut Walk to the recycling bins.
All done by 0730hrs. I enjoyed the little amble, nobody else about at all. Plenty of lights on at many flat windows mind.
Not windy or too cold either.
It had been raining earlier; I worked this out by seeing rain on the roads and bins you know. Hehehe
The toes were aching a bit, but Arthur Itis was still sociable with my knees and ankles bless him.
I can’t understand how the chest pains seemed to evanesce then return when I got back to the apartment? Any suggestions please doctors? Haha!
Started to update this diary and do some pathetic graphics, pathetic; due to my not being able to import certain formats of pictures. Tsk!
Seven and a half hours later, I’d managed to do eleven graphics for the TFZers site.
This photograph is of the first one done on the right.
There were so much more that I wanted to do, but the hassle of CorelDRAW not working properly was driving me mad.Even after
Even after I’d reloaded an old version in the foolish hopes that this might work. Lost a lot of time there too.
Opened Facebook and posted each one to the TFZers gallery. Then did some regular Facebooking.
Getting many messages I must ask Duncan about when he visits. They all confuse me a bit, especially the orange exclamation marks?
Must get the ablutions done soon.
Sorted the medication pots out for the week. Took tonight’s dose.
Got the dumplings in the oven.
Then got on with the ablutions, a good shave with only two cuts, Colgate Gelled the teggies that bled a bit, a great scrub under the shower Hehe!
And into the jammies and got the meal finished off! Well, that was the plan, but I’d forgotten to turn on the oven earlier. So I turned it on now and potted around as it warmed sufficiently, then put the cheesy buttered mashed potatoes and dumplings back in the oven. Tsk!
Finally, it was ready.
Crock-pot vegetables, cheesy mashed potatoes, tomatoes and the meat filled dumplings.
A bit of BBQ sauce (Overdid that, lost control of my squirt, Haha!) and a Cox’s apple and vanilla imitation cream dessert to follow.
The dumplings looked pale and insipid; that’s why I suppose they tasted tasteless? Shame. I ate it all, though, just hope the dumplings don’t aggravate the ulcer or reflux valve. Not complaining now, though, apart from the old Duo Denal ulcer the ailments were all calming down now.
Not the foggiest what meat was inside of them? But it didn’t taste bad, it’s just that it didn’t taste of anything much? As opposed to the cheese filled ones at least.
Looking forward to seeing Duncan tomorrow.
Washed up the things, and on settling to watch some gogglebox programmes, the nodding off started.
Up and on the porcelain by 0405hrs, a bit of bleeding this morning (Haemorrhoids), but other ailment friends, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Henry Hernia, Duo Denal and Roger Reflux were all being beneficent, benevolent and amiable to me. Even Little Inchy was no bother today.
Got the Crock-Pot going with the vegetables. Onions, parsnips, carrots, garden peas and tomatoes. I hope to get some mushrooms later to add to this mix.
Spent hours failing to get the computer sorted, I’ve got two new messengers coming up from HP that need urgent attention, it says.
I dare not do anything else before Sir Duncan comes on Sunday to have a look at it for me, bless his cotton socks.
Attempted to get the graphics imported to CorelDraw X8, again, with an astoundingly persistent 100% failure rate. Huh! I think I am guilty of dereistic thinking if I hold out any hopes that I can get the CorelDraw working again?
More hours on Facebooking, glad to say it’s allowing me to post without any dispute at the moment. Many comments received, most heartwarming that.
I’m spending so much time trying to sort the CorelDraw X8 out, I’m not getting around to other things. Such is my desire to be able to create again from scratch.
Had a good ablution session and got down for the half-past L9 bus.
Took a photograph of one of the many construction surveyors on the site, this chap was between the bus stop and the Community Shed.
You’ll have noticed I made a bit of a Whoopsiedangleplop of taking this effort? Hehe.
The mode selector had moved yer see.
Ah-well!
I had intended to go to Arnold and Asda-Walmart to get the photographs printed from yesterday’s Social Hour – But, being as I got on the wrong bus again, I carried on into town. Nitwit!
No one to talk to on the bus.
Got off on Upper Parliament Street and took this photograph before walking up to the Aldi Store on Huntingdon Street.
There seems an absolutely amazing lack of people and traffic this afternoon?
Got in Aldi and got some of the seasoned small potatoes, and chestnut mushrooms at 55p, down from 99p.
Walked on, hobbling a bit now, because, where the chiropodist caught me toe twice with her electric trimmer was starting to sting a bit, onward to Tesco. Where I night add, I did not get any fresh cream horns at all whatsoever! (Mind you, they’d sold out) I found some Cheese & Potato Dumplings, though! Got a pack for tonight. Also got a pack of two Smoked Haddock fishcakes with cheese and leeks, I’ll have Crock-pot veg with these tonight methinks.
Had a hobble back to the bus stop. No one to talk to on this trip either.
Got in and a WRWW then turned the computer on, did a bit of Facebooking again, toyed at graphics but it was disappointing with not being able to import CDR and CPT files.
A couple of hours later I called to see Olive. Now let’s be luculent about this, Olive may tell me off occasionally, but only when I deserve it.She told me off!
She told me off for taking her photographicalisation whilst her hair was not ‘Done’!
Back to tiny but loveable number 72.
Got the fishcakes in the oven, beetroot, fish sticks and beetroot on the plate ready.
Added the potato farls and dumplings into the oven with the cakes.
The smoked haddock fishcakes, in fact, everything tasted nice tonight.
Onto the computer to update this diary – and oh dear! Somehow I’d lost all I’d written and had to start again?
Much struggling to stay awake to watch the Goggle-box followed.
Up 0400hrs WRHD. Dreamt about boats, fast streams in hills, people in pyjamas flying above, old wooden Chloros bleach crates floating in the creek amidst shop mannequins?
WRHD session without any hiatus.
Took medications and made a brew. Computer turned on and set to trying to solve the mysteries of setting it up to work properly.
Many hours later, I gave up trying to solve the mysteries of setting the computer up to work properly. No success at all.
Did the WordPress diaries. Then graphicalisationing.
Decided to go to Hucknall today, bus to town, tram out to Tesco, all to see if they sell the potato dumplings that I bought the over week, and enjoyed so much, And now, I can’t remember where I got them from. Terribly sad innit? Also, to get some of their sliced sourdough bread to replace the uneatable one I bought from Asda-Walmart yesterday.
Popped to see Olive, but no answer.
Did the ablutions and readied the things for the Tenants Social Hour at the Community Hut.
Down to the meeting, and what a meeting it was, farcical, amusing, laughter filled and frustrated all at the same time sometimes.
The raffle turned out like it usually does. I donated three prizes, a box of chocolates, a large Oreo pack and an Antiperspirant spray.
No Bill Two or Toni today. So, Eddy, BJ and Bill One were with me at the table. Prize winners? BJ: 4, Bill: 3, Eddy: 3, and as normal, Inchcock 0. Hehe! Handed out the nibbles and had a natter here and there.
Representatives from Willmott Partnership Homes arrived, and someone gave a speech, but I couldn’t hear owt they were saying. I spontaneous round of applause rang out, I joined in but didn’t know why they were clapping? BJ explained they had donated some money to the Tenants Social Team. At this, they picked out the tenants they wanted in the photo with their team members, and I took a photograph of them. They selected (Rightly so I thought) the oldest residents there. Eddy (93) Bill (85) centre and May (90).
Obergruppenfurheress Jenny invited BJ to come to the Tenant’s Meal, and he’ll let me know next week. Nice that.
I made my way to the bus stop.
Opposite, were some workmen drilling one of the four holes (Something to do with the water supply) in the ground in readiness to start the upgrading of the buildings:
It’s gonna be mayhem when the building crews arrive with the machinery, vans, lorries, diggers, etc. And it is anticipated that up to sixty men will be working at any one time, where do the park their own cars?
Caught the L9 bus into town. Walked down Queen Street into the Slab Square.
Where the continental market was again open, so many stalls and busy for once.
Plenty of choices foodwise, not that I liked the look of some of the stalls with open food and all the ladybirds and pigeons flying around.
Not too impressed with this.
As I got to the Tram Stop, ambulances fire engines and police cars arrived and seemed to be driving all over the place?
I’ve not the foggiest what had occurred or happened, mind.
The Nottingham shoplifters seemed unconcerned.
The tram was cram-packed, and I was lucky to get a seat. Squashed between a rather large lady and a chap in a wheelchair.
Arriving at Hucknall terminus, I wobbled out across the Park &Ride car park, up the road and across to the Tesco store and started searching, without any success, for the Polish potato dumplings. I did get two Sourdough sliced loaves, and some Irish Farls, though. I can now report, that this store also has cream cakes that automatically jump into one’s shopping basket!
On the walk to the tram station, I noticed this sign on the left, outside a pet superstore.
Caught the tram back to town.
This time it was not crowded at all, in fact, when it started off from Hucknall, it had only three passengers on it!
I got the crossword book out and spent the journey going through the puzzles I’d not finished and managed rather surprisingly, to get two of them completed.
By the time the tram arrived in the City Centre, it was once again cram-packed, and it was a bit of a job to get through the students and shoplifters to get off of it at the Royal Centre stop.
As I walked towards the L9 bus stop, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was a gnat’s breath away from hitting me! Swine!
He then shot though some pedestrians, as they crossed the road over the tram lines, weaving in between them at great speed. A chap with a beard gave him some verbals.
Note that the Nottinghamians were dressed warmly today.
As I walked around a bit to kill some time before the bus was due, I observed the buses manoeuvring around Queen and King Street.
It amazes me how the drivers get their buses through at all sometimes.
If there is ever a fire around here, it will cause havoc with the bus service?
Caught the L9. And Bill from the flats got on atthe next stop. We had out usual absurdly comical to others, chinwag. Neither of us knowing for sure what the other one was saying. Hehehe!
Back in the flat, medications were taken then slippers on, WRWW, and got the dinner cooking. A lamb chop, last of the seasoned hot-pot vegetables, potato farls, small potatoes, Yorkshire puddings with extra gravy, a banana and a cream cake. (Ther one that jumped into my basket at the shop and was reduced from 99p to 59p) Oh, and some sourdough bread slices.
Read some of the Clarkson book. (I must get a reading lamp, mind you, I still need a high computer chair too).
Watched some TV, all of it in episodes of a few minutes, before I gave up and drifted off in no time.
Woke up with a start again at 0600hrs – by gum, I must have been tired, Nine hours sleep in one go! Struggled to get out of the creaking rattling £300 second-hand recliner and to the porcelain in time.
I’d had a dream about me walking around with a plastic life-size representation of a young lady in a bikini who spoke with me and adored me, but other people around could not see or hear her? I think we were advertising some eatery?
Took the medications and washed up the plate and utensils from last night.
Got the computer on and finished yesterday’s diary off then started this one after doing the graphics.
Dawned on me, I had a busy day ahead. The cleaning ladies were due this morning, the Chiropodist lady as well. And I wanted to get to Asda – Walmart in Arnold to get the photographs from the Papplewick visit printed so I cold hand them out.
Did some Facebooking.
Must get the ablutions done early in case the girls come sooner than usual. Want to get to visit Olive as well.
Ablutionisationing session tended to.
Letters arrived from the bank and Queens Medical Haematology Department: The INR Warfarin level had risen considerably, new dosages. I checked on the Gmail and found one from the surgery, they had made my next appointment for Monday. The last one from the Clinic.
The regular Hygiene ladies arrived and set about pretending to clean up. (Only joking here of course)
I took some photographs of the gals, but Gita was not too keen and ducked on me! Hehehe!
While they were grafting, Chiropodist Susan arrived on her first visit to me.
I’ve never had three lasses in the flat before – but I liked it! Hehe! The girls finished off, I gave them some nibbles, paid them, (I had to, they had seen the £30 on the bookcase and grabbed it after confirming it was for them) and bade them a fond farewell.
Susan set up her mobile foot stand and started to clip the toenails. She was concerned about the middle toenail on the right foot; For some reason, it is smaller and much thicker than the others and growing outwards she said. Susan then gave it extra attention with the electric file. Adding, that other than the actual toes, the feet were in good condition for a 70-year-old. She filed a bit of hard skin and rubbed some oil into them. I paid the £30, thanked her and off she went.
The funds are getting low now, £60 gone this morning, but I have some cash left to go get the photographs developed and get some fodder in.
I got the Crock-Pot going with the vegetables. Onions, parsnips, carrots and tomatoes, seasoned with some lamb gravy granules, so it goes with the lamb hot-pot I’ve got in the fridge for later.
Cleared up and got ready for a bus-ride to Arnold. Called to see Olive; she told off in no uncertain terms about calling at her mealtime. I apologised and gave her a two-lire bottle of Lemon & Lime flavoured spring water. I thought it a good idea in the event of any more water stoppages). Suitably and beautifully chastised, I left.
To the bus-stop, and a good chinwag with some other tenants en route. The toes were stinging a bit, but this soon disseminated entirely.
Got to the Asda-Walmart in Arnold, Photographic counter, and got on the machine to sort the piccies out.
Did some shopping while the photos were being done.
I got: Sourdough Bread (A terrible decision it turned out to be uneatable when I got home and tried to cut it, Tsk!), carrots, peas, Cox’s apples, Min beef pie and some raffle prizes for the Tenants Social Hour tomorrow.
Back to collect and pay the £2.50 for the photographs. Then, there being a decent while before the next L9 bus was due, I had a walk along Front Street, calling into the Fulton Food Store to get some sterilised milk.
Wandered into the Barnado’s charity shop. Unfortunately, they had some Jeremy Clarkson books on sale.
I bought the two of them. Now, this man I do not like in the least, but his writing I do find so enjoyable. The sarcasm he used is good and well done. Clichéd of course, but he does sometimes find an original thought.
So, now I have four of his books, I’ve read one, and at the time I laughed out loud. Very politically incorrect and unacceptable nowadays of course. Whether I survive long enough to get to read them is another question. (Hehehe!) Another £4 spent.
To the bus stop and caught the L9. Had a chinwag with a lady on the way.
To the porcelain as soon as I got in the flat. The odd bit of blood noticed.
I met Roy going into the flats, he was outside having a puff again and gave him the photographs I’d taken the other morning in the laundry room and had just had developed.
Got the food going, veg already in the crock-pot of course, I put some potatoes I’d got at Asda in the saucepan and the lamb hotpot in the oven.
Onto the computer and tried Facebooking and it let me work okay again!
Andy, posing in his runabout Hehe!
I got a video message from Andy in Canada. IT took me a while trying to find out how the thing worked, and on the video of me, only the top of my head showed.
I couldn’t sort out how to change it, so had to stand up so Andy could get the benefit of seeing my youthful, handsome good looks. (Joke)
Despite his having problems, he told me a good joke, and I asked him if it would be okay to put it in my diary. He said alright, so here it is (Cleaned up a bit, Haha!) Hope I can remember it, I wrote it own, but can’t find where now, (Humph!):
A man went into a bar and approached a woman saying to her:
“High there, I wondered if you’d be willing for me to consult with you about life?”
She answered, squeezing his lower region appendage in a vice-like grip: “Well yes, of course, I’ll screw you in the kitchen, bedroom or anywhere you like or don’t like being screwed! You’ll be totally drained and a broken man by the time I finish with you! I’ll take everything you have to offer! Any extra’s will be at my discretion, and if you don’t like it, too bad!”
“Oh,” says the man, “You’re a lawyer too?”
Well, I liked it.
The dinner had overcooked a bit with my forgetting all about it when I got excited with Andy messengering me. I remain a clot of the highest order!
Got it served in the dish and had a vanilla dessert with it.
The Crock-Pot vegetables went well with the prepared lamb hotpot tonight. Really enjoyed it.
As I took the things to be washed up, the sky looked beautiful. More colourful than of late.
By the time I’d washed the things up, the sky had changed to a dark grey as the sun disappeared.
Got settled to read the book, but the light was not strong enough for me to read quickly. So, that’s a new, or second-hand computer chair and a lamp of some sort to go over me £300 second-hand recliner chair so I can read at night betterer! Hehe!
Put the gogglebox on, and for once, did not start nodding off every time the adverts came on. Reckon I managed to around 2200hrs, before going off altogether into the land of nod.
Last night’s Sun goes down and with it, my hopes of ever getting the new computer running correctly?
Tuesday 25th October 2016
In Malay: Selasa 25 Oktober 2016
Up and into the porcelain room by 0310hrs. WRHD, no bleeding, no pain and this was a good start to the day. Took the morning medications.
Remembered to do the laundry early. Got the coins, accoutrements and sprayed into the bag. Down to the laundry room and got the washer going on short cycle.
Up to the flat and tried to get the CorelDraw application changed to read and display CDR format on the files. Failed.
Down again to move the clothes into the dryer.
For some reason, the clothes were very wet, much more soaked than usual when I took them out?
Maybe I had overfilled the washer?
Up the lift back to number 72, made a cuppa. WRWW and tried again to get the CorelDRAW X8 reinstalled with options changed.Failed.
Started to update the diaries and overshot the time to go and gather the washing. Popped down to collect and clean the place a bit.
Wiped the surfaces, sprayed the freshener around and took the gear out of the dryer and folded them into the bag. As I was doing this, Roy from the 11th floor arrived to do his washing.
We had a god chinwag and a laugh, put the world to rights and a little mutual moan.
I went back up with my washing and returned down later to give him a photo I’d taken of him on the bus months ago and take the shot above right.
WRWW and had a bash to see if Facebook would allow me to use it. Amazing, apart from freezing twice and telling me that Google Chrome had run out of memory, please restart (Tsk!) it was okay, so I got caught up and enjoyed doing it. Just hope things stay this way for a bit longer.
Got ready, ablutions, etc. and got out to the bus stop for a ride into town and got some of the Surimi prawns from Waitrose and some Sour Dough bread from Tesco. And, if possible to get a moody photograph.
In town, I made my way to Tesco.
Battling limping through the maddening crowds and over the crossing, narrowly avoiding a Pavement Cyclist as he rode over Upper Parliament Street scooting in between and around the unconcerned pedestrians.
Through Victoria Centre (Mall) and got some stuff from Tesco. The most important being the Sour Dough Bread, I’ve actually taken to the taste of this now. Two loaves, one for the freezer. A TV paper, a jar of mushrooms in vinegar, Longlife milk, bacon rashers, cheddar cheese, seafood sticks, an individual beef pie and do you know, it might be hard to believe I understand this, well, it is hard to accept, but a box of two Fresh Cream French Horns fell into the shopping basket on the way around!
Paid the ankle-snapper on the till, and made my way put and through some more crowds of Homo-Sapiens.
Arrived at the Waitrose store, but they had none of the Surami fish in stock for me, but never mind, I was feeling a tad guilty about keeping the Fresh Cream French Horn cakes that unexpectedly fell into my bag anyway. Ahem!
As the sun shone towards me, I took a photograph that I thought might be a moody one.
On Milton Street.
It didn’t turn out too bad do you think?.
I struggled up the hill into Trinity Square and checked the price of the American Jewellery Set I’d photographed the other day and put onto the TFZ site asking if any of the members could guess the value in US Dollars.
AS I turned at the top into the Square proper like, this chappie was puffing on one of the new electronic cigarettes, they don’t half give out some vapour, don’t they?
What next will they blame on E-Vapers. Global Warming?
If you look up both photographs, you’ll see a bloke in the distance smoking one as well. I had a nosey in one of the many Vapour shops in the area. It seems there are many different kinds or types of alternatives on offer. Blooming fantastic for them I reckon. They even have electronic cigars and pipes too! I assume that the black box one is one that is charging up? They seem to have been taken too in Nottingham, and why not if they taste alright. The flavours are amazing in choice. Here’s just some of them on sale:
Ribena, Lime & Lemon, Blackcurrant, Apple, Coffee, Banana, etc. they even have one here in tobacco flavour?
As I approached the bus stop on Queen Street, I got another shot in that might be considered a moody one?
Or maybenot, though.
Had a lovely chat with a lady at the bus stop, and we carried on on the bus for the whole journey, until she got off of course. Not only did I enjoy listening to her, but it helped to keep me from nodding off. Hehehe!
Took a photograph of the Community Hut/Shed from the bus as we passed it by. It won’t be there much longer, they tell me that is the first thing to get rebuilt in the modernisation procedure over the next three years.
Got in, WRWW, shoes off, kettle on, medications took, food stored away, and started the computer going. Waiting for it to boot up I nipped to see Olive, but she was not in, today must be her Scrabble day.
Got in, WRWW, shoes off, kettle on, medications took, food stored away, and started the computer going. Waiting for it to boot up I nipped to see Olive, but she was not in, today must be her Scrabble day.
CorelDraw and Windows took most of the next two hours up, without any progress being made. Still, I can’t view graphics before they load, and a lot of organising still needs to be done with the desktop, the printer I can’t get connected, and messages still appear now and then that can’t understand.
Decided to update this and get the photographs sorted, another two hours were gone.
Got the beef pie and potatoes in the oven cooking away, then I tried Facebooking again, fingers crossed. All going good, some lovely comments again.
Into the nightwear. Took the evening medications.
Went to check on the fodder – Humph! I’d not put the oven on!
Got the oven going then did a bit more Facebooking while it warmed up,
I am a silly old fool!
Beetroot, egg, garden peas, seasoned potatoes, mushrooms and a beef pie I punctured and poured delicious gravy into and then over the potatoes.
A tasty meal, although I made a right mess of the tray, my jammies and chin with the spilt gravy!
Cleaned the cooking pots and settled in the more than ever shaking £300 second-hand recliner to watch some TV. Continual nodding-off sessions until 2100hrs when the film was starting, and into a deep dream-filled sleep; Didn’t even get beyond the introduction bit of the movie.
Up, out of the £300 second-hand recliner and on the porcelain by 0300hrs. No bleeding whatsoever.
Took the medications, made a cuppa, then filled a bucket, the saucepans, kettle, and bowl with water; in readiness for the water supply being cut off today twixt 0930hrs > 1730hrs. I must remember to remind Olive later.
I spent three hours or so, in between nipping off for the occasional WRWW, looking at the problems on the computer, but too scared to do anything about them in case I make it worse!
Got an incredible offer of help with the computer setting up from Duncan in Birmingham, he’s coming up to see me next Sunday. All being well, bless his cotton socks.
I tried to get the art packages to work again, humph!
WordPress was letting me get on with things, though, updated and got the Sunday post done, then started this one. With no CorelDraw X8 to use, it is depressing.
Sent an email to Sister Jane yesterday, cause she has a copy of the CorelDraw codes and details I need to get it back on. Hope she can find them.
Rang Jane but she could not remember me asking her to save the digits for me. The only reason I was confident that I did so, was BJ recalled being here at the time I asked her. Down in the dumps again now.
Had a good ablutionising session, then topped up the water in the bowls.
Off to remind Olive about the water being cut-off, but she beat me to it and reminded me first! A gem that woman is, precious and radiant with it as well! A chinwag and cuddle and off I went back to the flat.
Got the hearing aids in and wrapped up warmly with my brolly and collapsable walking stick in my bag. Then off to the bus stop, and listened to one of the tenants giving it some verbal about her refusing to have the upgrade and telling the rest of us about the mess they got in at the Sneinton blocks of flats when they had theirs done. Oh dear! And the ones there took a year; ours is forecast to take three years.
Dropped off the bus and went into the Boots store to get the nasal spray and St Peters Wort tablets, gave the lady a tenner without thinking and she had to tell me they came to £16.98! Blimus I thought. Had to watch what I spent after that, cause I’m still waiting for the replacement card from the bank.
Onwards to Tesco and got a Sour Dough sliced loaf.
Out and through Trinity Square, on the way this lady got a bit annoyed as the ignorant Nottingham Pavement Cyclist skirted around her a bit close like.
Spotted this American Jewellery Set on sale in a shop window, and thought of the TFZ Glitz loving gals. When I took the photo I missed off the price; it had it showing in American dollars? So I might ask the gals if they would like to have a guess how much it was.
Made my way to the bus stop and caught a bus into Carrington.,
Where I called in the Lidl store and watching the spending, got some bits. Goats cheese twists, cheap vanilla desserts and a BBQ Chicken Half reduced due to its short date.
Called in the chemists to confirm when the next load of medications would be ready. Next Monday 31st October.
Then on to the Sherringham Surgery for me blood tests. Soon done, thanks them gave them their nibbles and started the hobble to Sherwood. Where I hoped to be on time tp catch the 40 minutes beyond the hour L9 bus up the hill to the apartments.
Nearly there, the sky darkened suddenly. The wind got up, and it felt a bit cold.
The local populace disappeared indoors it seemed in this photographicalisation. Up to the top of the hill and the L9 bus stop. Where I noted on the timetable, that the L9 I thought would arrive at 40 minutes past the hour, had been and gone at 20 past the hour. The next one was not due for nearly two hours now. Hey-ho, I limped on over the hill and walked through the park back home, making sure I walked through my favourite Tree Copse en route.
As I got over the hill and started down towards the Woodthorpe Grange Park gates, another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was making his way up the hill towards me.
When he got to me, he said:
“I thought it was illegal for you to do that, and needed someone’s permission before you took a photograph of them Grandad!” More a statement than a question like.
I replied, “If you were not doing an illegal act in cycling on the pavement I wouldn’t have took the photograph mate!”
I think the frustrations with the computer and printer over the last few days had made me brave for a minute. Hehehe!
As soon as I turned the corner after watching the dogs walking their owners for a bit, mind you, there were a few of them out in the wind: I noticed how thinned out the copse had become.
A sad time of year in some ways. But it still looked beautiful to me in there.
A bit sad, though, I collected some empty lager cans, empty fag packets and bottle of wine and took them to the bin.
While checking around to see if any other unwanted items had been left behind, I came across this… er… whatever it is, photographed on the left here?
Back inside number 72, I got the slippers on, took the midday medications, and had a WRHD session.
Computer turned on, fumbled around for over three hours and managed to find the codes needed for the CorelDraw X8 Download! No idea how I got to this stage, but, Hurrah!
Of course, there had to be something wrong with it didn’t there? It is not displaying the cdr graphics before importing or opening. I’ll ask Duncan if he can assist next Sunday. Hey-ho, maybe Facebook will let me work again too?
I did some setting up of the CorelDraw X8 desktop, and this took so long. By the time I’d lost steam and was rather tired. Poor old thing, I know. Hehe!
Not up to cooking proper tonight, so, going to have some sausages and tinned tomatoes with the Sour Dough bread. A vanilla dessert and an apple too.
I hope and pray things will work on Facebook in the morning, looking forward to catching up, the CorelDraw.
Got the quick nosh done, picked out some Gogglebox programmes to fall asleep watching.
