Stirred at 0500hrs: The dreams involved me on the floor of a garage workshop, having my body cut up by several people wearing frogman suits? I kept complaining about their ripping off bits and limbs instead of using knives, they said: “You should try this job with gloves on!” I, kept apologising?
Thoughts of what the day may present came to mind. Got to see Deana about the British Gas farce, around 0800hrs. Got to go to town to get a spare battery for the doorbell. The Morrisons delivery is due 9>10 o’clock and the cleaning gals are due this morning sometime.
0530hrs: As I disentangled myself from the £300 second-hand recliner chair, I assessed the ailment present this morning: Arthur Itis only seemed interested in the knees, leaving the hands feet and arms relatively free from attack. Anne Gyna was also giving me a nice break. Haem Aroids was a bit aggressive, and the Bum Boil also tender in the extreme. Even the Hernia was easier than yesterday. So no reason to complain yet today.
Took a while finishing off the Tuesday diary, by which time it was only a short while to the meet with Warden Deana. So I had an ablutions session which was satisfactory. Only one cut shaving, Haem Aroids not bleeding, Little Inchy, neither! Used the Carbolic soap today.
As I got ready after the wetroom duties, the sleeveless jacket was found to be still smelling badly of smoke from the Papplewick visit the other day. So, I used the new jacket and put the old one in the washing bag, not sure if I can wash it in the laundry room machine safely or not I’ll ask Olive or one of the hygiene ladies later.
Off to the Winwood, Community Hut to see Deana and or Obergruppenfurheress Julie.
Passing the bus-stop, I noticed tell-tale signs of a yobbo visitation sometime last night.
Although, on closer inspection, I saw what looked like a Champagne bottle smashed on the roadway next to the bus stop. As opposed to the usual lager cans.
Perhaps the place is now attracting the Hoorah Henry breed of yobbos now?
Hehehe!
Carried on and found Deana and Obergruppenfurheress Julie both in the Community Shed.
She decided I had to pay the British Gas Account, being as they had already sorted my direct debit out with my bank and added the two accounts together in the number of the mystery one we never found!
I asked her to email them again with my displeasure and state of health over the issue and their handling of it, the lies told to Deana and me, there not telling me in the first place when I initially set up the account that I had two-meter readings. And, it was no good me searching for a cheaper and more reliable supplier like they suggested, as by setting up the new account I am already in £359 debt, and no company is going to accept me in these circumstances, so, again they have looked after only themselves.
A bit dejected, but coming to accept things, I returned to the flat.
The Morrison man arrived, nice chap, took the bags through to the kitchen for me. I put the things away and now have an overflowing fridge and freezer once more.
The twp M&C cleaner ladies arrived and set to sorting things. Had a nice chinwag and laugh in between. Gave them some nibbles and paid the cleaning bill.
I got ready to go into town and get the battery as a spare for the door-bell, a 23a 12v one.
Caught the bus to town after a friendly gossip with some tenants at the stop. In town, I went straight to the Wilko store and after many minutes searching, I had to ask an assistant where the batteries were kept. No idea what the girl said, but luckily she pointed in a direction, and I went in it, and found them. They had just one of these left on the shelves, so I nabbed it, at £4 for the tiny thing.
Doing well with my angina and arthritis this morning, I plodded into town, where I took some photographs and had some odd thoughts as I did?
To the Slab Square and the beach and fair.
The rides were being used more today, and the beach was too.
I noticed they had put up new posters, with the Nottingham Beach Rules plastered in many locations around the area.
No Alcohol – No Smoking – No glass or sharp objects and No dogs.
Children using the beach, paddling pool and bar must be accompanied by an adult. (Not sure if the kids are allowed a beer at the bar? Hehe?)
Do not leave rubbish on the sand. (Not sure if they are saying they can leave rubbish somewhere else?)
Any food consumed on the beach must be purchased from the beach units on site.
Most importantly: Have Fun!
At the top end near Market Street, I took photographs of the general area.
Looking at these later, I noticed the disabled scooters and pavement cyclists, the mobile phone walkers, the drinking coffee as they walk folk, why I even saw two cyclists using the road and few pedestrians too. Hehe!
I had a walk around for a while to kill some time until the bus was due to leave. I came across this sign outside one of the Loan Shops, Speedy Cash. I even got my reflection in the photograph.
A lot of places were selling cash from various nationalities. The post office, Rapid Loans, The Money Shop, Instant Cash, Payday Loans, Everyday Loans, Cash2go and H&T Pawnbrokers to mention a few.
As I plodded towards the Queen Street bus stop to get the L9 back to the Flats, Upper Parliament Street was clogged with buses, thought I’d take a photograph of them for you to see. This must be a regular thing because I didn’t see any of the drivers getting uptight or cursing.
They just looked resigned to it?
Got on the bus, the only passenger until we got to the next stop and the bus soon filled up, I noticed Bill (William in Sundays) in the queue and took this piccy as he got on the bus last of the newcomers.
He sat next to me, and we had a good chinwag en route to the flats.
A splendid chap is Bill. He’s 86 now, and it seems hard to believe at times. He can be very sharp minded and comes out with witty putdowns at will.
As we got there, Bill even reminded me of the Tenants Social Meeting tomorrow!
Got in 72 and a WRWW was enjoyed, despite the agony of passing it. Hehehe!
Got the nosh on the go, the vegetables were all ready, I’d left the Crock-Pot going while I was out, and just like the cleaning gal said it would be, it was all right! Got the beef and potato meal in the oven.
I transferred the photographs from the camera onto the laptop while the meat was cooked. Turned it off and dished up the fodder.
Exquisite it was too. The garden peas leeks, mushrooms and parsnips that I had done in the Crock-Pot seasoned with Bisto beef granules and basil, actually went well together.
And I have enough of the veg mix left to reheat and use tomorrow.
Had a read of the oldies book, and came across this I thought was both humorous and apt, in the ‘It’s good to be old section’: ‘You can buy clothes now, and know they will never wear out!’ Haha!
Put the goggle-box on and watched the thing for four hours without falling asleep, going for a WRWW or WRHD! I did pass an inordinately large amount of wind, though! Possibly, due to the Crock-Pot vegetables?
2300hrs: TV off and head down and amazingly nodded off without any problem!
Then up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner repeatedly from 0130 to 0300hrs for WRWW’s.
Tsk!
peas. Took the medications. made a cuppa and got on with finalising the Saturday Diary – it depressed me reading what I’d written already! Sad innit?
Titivated a bit around the kitchen, and took the rubbish bags to the chute. Olive came out as I was coming back. She popped in with a Birthday Card for me. Bless her dimples. I walked her back to number 68 and we had chin-wag and cuddle. She had received a photograph of the family ladies party (Top of this page) she went to. And she liked it!
They got me a book, for my birthday, and a lovely towel with a cunningly sewn on ‘Bates Hotel’ sign. I got them to adopt a suitable pose for me: I think they deserved an Oscar for their instant acting without a script! Hehehe!
I satisfied the call for a WWHD session and got the fodder prepared.
I looked up on the net to see what pork dewlap is.
I bravely popped onto the scales – and was cheered up instantly!
I clicked reply, a box came up for me to comment in, but could not see any message?
Got the idea for an ode to insanity come to me, and got on with making it before I lost or forgot the idea. Struggled on and got it done after a few hours of graphicalisationing and composing.
Damnations! Two more letters from British Gas. Down my spirits go again! Looks like I’ll have to pay, despite so many people advising me not to, I don’t think I’ve had the will-power not to or will be talked into it if I talk to BG, just to get rid of the hassle?
Got the daily fodder prepared.
Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were both being kind to me this morning, but Duo Denal was letting me know he was unhappy.
Got the night fodder prepared and a decent one it was.
I gave the LP’s to Norman so he could use his new retro designed combined record player, radio and CD player.
After a couple of hours gladly listening to his tales of old, and a tour of his flat, (he has a double, with a narrow but long spacious kitchen, similar to Olive’s), I took his rubbish to the chute,
Bin bags to the chute called to see Olive, no answer, then down to the bus stop to catch a bus into Sherwood, then another into the City Centre. A jolly good chinwag session at the bus stop with the other eight tenants awaiting the same bus. This cheered me up no end, especially talking to Norman on the seat in front of me.
Dropped off at Victoria Centre (Mall), and made my way up the escalator to the top floor.
Then over the walkway across and above Upper Parliament Street.
Walked down into the slab square and took a photo of the Nottingham Beach, and the showers – in the rain and howling wind!
The fodder was ready, including the funny shaped carrot, crispy bacon, boiled spuds, pork loin, baby beetroots and Polish veg mix in salted water.
On the way back I looked at the desk with all the paperwork that needed sorting – thought about it, took the medications with some lemon flavoured spring water, made another cuppa and started this diary off.
the same seasonings into this one. A tiny bit of demerara sugar, oregano, mint sauce, vegetable stock and a splash of vinegar. No idea if that was what I used yesterday, but it sounded okay?
1155 hrs: All done! Feeling better now. I went in to weigh myself.
Into the kitchen to make a cuppa and take the midday medications and noticed I hadn’t taken the rubbish bins to the chute after sorting the out earlier.
Cleaned the utensils and put the Crock-Pot porcelain bowl in the sink to soak, and the meal was ready to serve up.
Went to make another cup of tea, and oh dear, I felt so bad with myself again when I saw the Fresh Cream French Horn in the fridge – with the mayhem of last night’s meal on the floor Whoopsiedangleplop and altercation, I’d forgotten to eat it!
It was brightish weather, with the threat of rain in the air, as I legged it as fast as I could manage to Carrington and the surgery nurse. And, what’s more, and further as well as, I made it in a record time of 39 minutes! 
The park was free of Pathway Cyclists, and many dogs were enjoying taking their owners for a walk and ball games. I loved seeing the wagging tails. (On the dogs like, not the owners).
Decided to have bacon cobs for my meal tonight.
WRWW and a sudden decision that as I’d woke up so early, I’d get caught up with the laundry.
Cheryl & Maggie, owners of the M&C Home Cleaning Ltd arrived, they set to sorting the bedroom out, incredible speed and commitment.
They even fitted the curtains for me! Then cleaned the windows for me in the front room. They even said they’d see if they could get the shortened for me!
I was so thankful and over the moon! Real Angels these two ladies!
Just before they finished, they informed me I’d had a letter delivered… guess who from… British Gas with another Red Demand for payment to the meter they told Warden Dean Walker a few days ago (For the third time!) had been Cancelled!
Well fed-up, in pain and depressed now!
The new scales had apparently stuck at 14st 4lb from yesterday – they’re broken I tell yer… Hehe!
Posted off the diary for Tuesday and did some graphicalisationing, and started this one off.
Maggie and Lynn joined Shakita and Cheryl a few minutes later, and they got fitting the curtain rail for me.
Meanwhile, Shakita got on and did the kitchen including the windows.
Carried on lap topping and it was soon ready. The veg seemed none the worse or the dropping into the Crock-Pot of the jar of mint sauce.
So, now the leg water had declined, I’d had a WWHD surely I was ready to mount the dreaded scales…
Called at the bottle bank down the road and deposited the jars, then stood on the end corner viewing the allotment area.
When we got there, I acted gentlemanly and assisted the two ladies off the bus.
Here it is on the left.nosh