Inchcockski – Friday 11th October 2019: Hot water system still not working!

2019 sOct 11

2019 sOct 11

Friday 11th October 2019

Afrikaans: Vrydag 11 Oktober2019

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WD 120.60.0 03:40hrs: Woke feeling rough, but ready to go. The EQ told me I’d have a bit or even a lot of hassle, but the end result would be good!?!?

I pondered on things and how they were going, but no involuntary fear and worry brain-storming. The utter cock-up with the near ten o’clock visits from the plumber chap moments after I had fallen asleep last night. The hot water not being able to be repaired and a new boiler and thermostat being needed. No chance of having it done today, so then I have Sat, and Sun, and however long, how many more days, weeks it will take to order the parts, and they get delivered before I can even think of having hot water available again.

How long is that going to be? But there was a strange feeling of chimaricness, combined with an EQ created passiveness and acceptance of whatever happens, and an assurance that it will be a messy, disturbing and frustrating failed day, with many cock-ups, gaffes, screw-ups,  and faux pas involved to come! Yet, I calmly accepted this. Worrying in itself that!

Then today has to be coped with. Dare I go out, just in case there is some movement on the boiler front from Nottingham City Homes? Good job I ordered extra food in from Iceland for today, cause it looks like being the fifth day on the trot of self-imprisonment in the flat. Humph! Then, I’ve got the chap coming to see me from the Stroke Team, and of course, the Iceland delivery. I got myself in a mind-muddle, trying to sort things out in my defective, baffled brain.

5Fri01Out of the second-hand near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner, that Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while stealing my valuables when I was in the Stroke hospital, and off for a Porcelain Throne and wee-wee session. The evacuation was a decent one, no bleeding, although a smidge messy.

5Fri02The pins (legs) seemed far less mangled compared to yesterday morning. The feet looked almost human-like, too. The old ever-present ankle-ulcer scar appeared a little threatening, but this often happens, and it usually dies away again.

Even the Arthur Itis knees were suffering less this morning! A couple of visits from Dizzy Dennis was a little concerning, but at least they were short ones this time.

To the kitchen, boiled some water to wash the hands in the sink with, and made a mug of tea, then took the medications.

WD 120.60.0 I turned on the computer, and…

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I had to go through the palava of resetting the box, that failed. Turning off and back on, that failed. The rigmarole of turning off the Virgin box for a few minutes and then again on – and that did it. Even though Mr Fries attempts at driving me completely bonkers were partially successful, I got the pathetic overcharging Liberty-Global Virgin Internet back on. But it was slow, and hard work using it. Cheers, Fries!

I made a start on this blog, and then updated the Thursday post, after almost forgetting too. Fertummelt fool, I am!

Back to try the web, it was not so slow now. I may regret saying that! I got the graphics on for today, and it was time for the ablutions to be seen to.

WD 120.60.0 The farcical, ridiculous ablutions! But at least I didn’t drop any hot water on the three trips to and from the kitchen this time. The dropsies were numerous; Toothbrush (2), Razor (2), Soap (6), flannel (2), shower-head (1), towel (2), shirt (1), body-spray can, and knocked over the stack of PP’s (Protection Pants).

Mercifully, I cunningly and sagaciously avoided the often blood-blisterisationing, and painful Sock-Glide-Scrimmage, by not wearing any socks!

5Fri005I went on the WordPress reader. Turned off the computer, and had a try to tighten the handles on the new trolley-walker. But it wouldn’t have it, and I soon gave up trying. Although no guilt was attached this time, why I don’t know. Every day a  different mood. Which sometimes changes several times semidiurnal, or more.

5Fri00608:45hrs, the intercom sounded, and I responded to the hallway. The Iceland order had arrived. I admitted the bloke and readied for his arrival.

He took the bags through to the kitchen for me. I thanked him, and he was off, like Roger Bannister. Hehe!

5Fri007Note that I am newly prepared for any onslaught from Diahorrea Donald that might come again! Oh, yes! I took a closer look at the size (a bit narrower than others), and the quality of the tissue. They seem strong enough to me. Good value too!

I decided to go and try to catch Riechsfhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana, to keep her updated with the hot water situation.

I dropped off the black bags down the waste chute, returned and got the recycling box, which fitted well in between the bars of the old three-wheeler trolley, down in the lift, and dropped the carton off at the caretaker’s door.

5Fri007cI walked along through the link corridor to Winwood Court, taking a  picture of a bloke through the windows.

I met and chatting with Welsh William as I did so. We both got to the Warden’s Interrogation and Holding Cell office together. Handed out the nibbles, and although Deana was talking to William, she asked if I had anything important to say, as they both started to leave the room. I mentioned quickly that the fitter had called last night, and I need a new boiler and or thermostat. Off they went. 

I thought I’d take some photos of the big social room, but realised I had not taken the camera with me. Oh, dearie me! Back down and through to the main room, taking photographs from left to right:

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5Fri14Back up to the flat again. As I limped along the link-corridor, it was almost eerie, being free of any humans, other than myself, of course. Hehe!

As I got to the Fire Escape doorway on the left, I had a nosy through the glass.

WD 120.60.0 The bottom of the stairwell was 5Fri15there, and the external Fire-Escape door.

I was not impressed that someone had left a black bag close to the inner door, for someone in a panic to trip over. Also, there was an obstacle of some sort or other leaning up against the frame of the outer Fire-Escape door. Mmm! Prospectively Dangerous, that!

I made my way back up to the apartment and put the final touches to clearing the Iceland things away. The freezer is now so full, I fear the weight might cause things to fall through the floor. Haha!

Sorting out and putting away the goods, I came across the jar of Polish mushrooms; the one’s I could not open when I bought them last month! I decided it would be a good idea if I stabbed the lid and transferred the contents to a sealed container. So I did!

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5Fri018As I was putting away the mushroom in the fridge – well, making room to fit it in (Hahaha!) there, the door chime rang out! It was the Stroke Physio guy, I didn’t catch his name, a grand young man. He’d kindly brought two different types of walking sticks for me to try out, to see if any might help prevent any falls. He patiently waited and watched as I tried 5Fri017them both out. The one with a broader spread of ‘feet’ on it was not really suitable for this tiny flat. I tried the smaller-footed one (photograph). This was much better but needed some time for me to get used to it. The Gent will call be back in two weeks to see how things are with it. Not only that, but he set to and stiffened the wobbly handlebars on the new walker, for me! Much appreciated his help and understanding of my situation. He said he would have a word with Nottingham City Homes about my problem with the hot water, failed promises and the difficulties; the lack of hot water is causing me. Damned decent chap! Good looking, young, had hair, wasn’t bald and charismatic as well!

An hour later, around 12:00hrs, the door chime burst forth yet again. Popular today! Twas a Nottingham City Homes maintenance guy, who’d come to have a look at the hot water boiler. (The young Physio man, had made an excellent job of his phoning them, for me! Thank you, Sir!)

He made an initial inspection of the problem in hand. George his name was, very patient and efficient too! He fetched some tools and made an in-depth analysis of the situation. I can’t remember exactly what the problem was: but it needed a plumber to come, move the boiler around and replace something. When he has done that, George will return to get the hot water working again. I resisted getting too excited, knowing my record of cruel deplorably lousy luck! But, even the thought that there might be a good outcome had lowered my Anticipatory-Defcon-level by one! The dream, the possibility of being able to shave without risking my life and limb was born! However, I was wondering if the situation was a simulacrum, or real.

WD 120.60.0 During the day, many letters and flyers were received:

  1. A: Proof of my astounding value and worth. 1p interest earned in my savings accounts this year! Humph!
  2. Free filum, Saturday Night & Sunday with details of how to get entangled in booking a seat.
  3. Must be booked Boy Scout provided a meal for £3
  4. Oh dear, how confusing indeed. Severn Trent, to tell us that a water leak is under the flats. They cannot find it? We must find it! Insurance might help pay for it, but only if we have taken out a Homeserve or British Gas policy. We must call a plumber!
  5. If the leak has not been repaired in 14 days, ST (Severn Trent) will complete the repair themselves and recover the cost from those who are held (The tenants?) responsible!

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5Fri25I’m a bit worried again, now!

Just when maybe there were signs and indications of the hot-water fiasco, might be about to get solved. Another Gawd-forsaken, nervous-making, situation arises.

Surely we cannot be held responsible for water leaks? For gracious sakes!

5Fri019The skies were leaking as well, now. Time is getting on fast now, no signs of the plumber yet. I’ve written that a few times this week, haven’t I?

Despite not having a meal yesterday, I am not feeling peckish at all, yet, anyway. But the tiredness is dawning again. This week’s other bugbear has been the lack of sleep, caused by lack of communication and the fibs given out by Nottingham City Homes for five days, telling me that a plumber would arrive every day, who didn’t! So I was having to stay awake for a ridiculous time, even 20 hours at a stretch, waiting for the non-arriving plumber. As I await one again, I hope it will not be the same today. I still dare not go out, to the laundry, or anything yet now. But hey, life was not meant to be easy. Not mine, anyhow! Grumph!

WD 120.60.0 No plumber arrived yet. I wonder what it’s like outside in the fresh-air? It’s been so long since I had a hobble! The rains stopped now, but still looking a little bleak.

WD 120.60.0 16:10: Hours, the plumber arrived. The job is too big to do. What needs doing will need a minimum of 4 hours, and the lad finishes his shift in two! He phoned someone at their HQ and told him what he thought of it. Said he’d been doing little fiddly jobs when he should have been sent here, then the situation would have been done, and George could have come back and connected things up, so I could have had hot water!

WD 120.60.0 The plumber lad put in an urgent job request for Monday first thing!

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So, the EQ was spot on again when it warned me this morning.

WD 120.60.0Mega-pissed-off. Fearing using kettle and saucepan for washing and shaving. In fear of an accident happening this weekend. (Not from the EQ, just a feeling) Had enough! Don’t know if I can cope with it anymore. Fed-up! Arsed-off!

Going to make some Dagwood sarnies, and try to get some sleep. Not that I expect to, I know I’m too uptight!

WD 120.60.0 And then… Christ! What next!

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Cobblers!

Inchcockski – Tuesday 8th October 2019: A long, hard, stressful, traumatic day, so a long diary. Sorry!

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2019 sOct 08

Tuesday 8th October 2019

Icelandic: Þriðjudaginn 8 Október 2019

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WD 171.0.171 01:00hrs: I woke up with an instant mind-storming session rattling away in the fount of missing knowledge/wisdom/advice/ideas etc. brain-box; fears, worries, frustrations, bad memories, trials, and tribulations. The lack of hot water, and how I will manage to cope with bringing hot water from the kitchen to the wet room to do the ablutions was the main worry. Closely followed by, ‘Will the plumber arrive this afternoon, tonight, or the Wednesday morning, afternoon, or night… or later?’ ‘Will he call at all?’ The third in line in the fretting stakes were; ‘Should I not go to the After-Stroke session after all, and stay in, just in case they do arrive this morning’… which started the whole circle of predicaments, quandaries, catch-22s, hassles, and hindrances all over again! It was a good while before things settled, and the almost panicking situation resolved itself when a wee-wee was needed, quickly followed by the Porcelain Throne requirement needing attention.

I heaved my ever-augmenting, accrescent, wobbly-porkodile body out of the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-law Pete knackered while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, but not often nowadays, recliner, and took a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak, Why-Did-I-Bother) mode wee-wee in the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket). Then to the wet room, and enjoyed a not too messy evacuation session.

Then I tended, to avoid doing it later, and it needed tackling, to the ablutions. Regrettably, the hardest and messiest I have ever taken in my time here in the flats! Talk about painful! I dare not use the shower to fill the sink, as suggested by Warden Deana, because of the noise it makes when the water goes down the drain, and when it works. Certainly not at this time in a morning! I went to the kitchen and got the saucepans filled and on the rings, put the kettle on, and returned to the wet room to do the teeth-cleaning. All okay up to hear, this is where it got uncomfortable!

wdp02LeftWD 171.0.171WD 171.0.171A I fetched a pan of hot water from the stove ring, and as I reentered the wet room, the right leg launched into one of its imitation Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines. Resulting in a stubbed toe, dropping the saucepan, burning my foot and clouting my head on the sink when I tried to retrieve the pan from the floor! Then I had to go to get some more hot water again!

wdp02LeftWD 171.0.171WD 171.0.171A I was not interested much about washing when I got back. The shaving was done in a half-hearted fashion, and with more than a little… what’re the best words to describe how I was feeling? Erm? Pissed-offedness, I’d had enough of things going wrong! That might represent my emotional state at the time bestest! I was irritable, annoyed, self-critical, shirty, snarky, and now sore-headed! The brain-blast started again as I was drying myself and applying the medications to specific areas in need of it! ‘Will the plumber arrive this afternoon or not?’ Will I catch the 40 bus on time?’ How can I get caught up on blogging?’ ‘Why did fate make me not look at the note about Pete passing away?’ ‘How come the RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) in both knees kicking off again, just before the After-Stroke session?’ ‘Will I find the exact £2.30 in cash for the bus fare as needed?’ There was much more waffling and nervous thoughts being bandied-about from the brain, but I lost interest in them after I’d knocked over the bloody sock-glide! Now, I was worried in case the noise had disturbed someone! When drying the rear-end, a sore spot was felt. I got the camera to investigate – fancy that, it was a boil! I shan’t show the photo. Gawed, I was on a downer! 

A smidge of self-pity showed itself for a moment. ‘Not my fault, all this shirty, snarky, and now sore-headed! The muddle, disarray, fracas, hullabaloo and chaos, was not caused by me doing anything wrong, surely? No one list… and then I pulled myself together, silently offered some insults and put-downs for my abhorrent thoughts and pathetic mawkish, maudlin approach to the difficulties. I didn’t clean the wet room after the ablutions, cause that would mean more carrying of hot water (Too risky!) ‘Will the plumber arrive… ‘Oh, shut up Inchcock!’

wdp02LeftWD 171.0.171 I took the medications and made a brew of tea. On to the computer to update as much as I could. As I got typing, that famously annoying whing, humming sound from outside (I think anyway), was the loudest it had ever been? I wanted to know what was causing it, others can hear it as well. It was extra-teeth-grittingly-pesterous this morning!

I felt a little better when I had got the updating finished and sent off. About four hours it took me to do, a lot of photographs to get on. Very few wee-wees needed during this time, and several mugs of tea were made and let go cold. Haha! I posted the blog, then some stuff to Pinterest. Then I caught up with the TFZer Facebooking. But there was no time to start this post off, as I had to prepare myself, get things sorted out, to catch the 40 bus to town. I found the right cash for the bus fair.. no, Bus Fare! Tsk! It’s the thought of Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law using my money to go to the fair that caused that mistake I think!

I have no idea why, but I was definitely feeling perkier now, as I galloped around checking I had everything needed. I set off but returned to make sure that I had not left anything on that I shouldn’t have and had turned off what needed being turned-off. Sad innit?

2Tue01I went through the link-passage, into Winwood Court, and out through the foyer entrance doors. The morning was dark, dank and a little wet, with a fair wind blowing, and not a warm one. Glad I put the jumper on now.

As I hastened to the bus stop on Winchester Street, I found that I was singing to myself, I even remember the song. ‘Walking Back to Happiness’ by Helen Shapiro, her first song as a 14-year-old, and a number one hit! I 2Tue02remembered a lot of the lyrics, too? I can’t understand how she didn’t answer my letter her all those years ago. I fancied her something rotten!

Waiting at the bus stop, the incredible cloud formation was coming up in the distance, it almost looked like a Sunami! Bit of an eerie picture this one, methinks. Especially as the hands and fingers were doing a little dancing when I took this photograph.

The 40 bus got even fuller with passengers than the one last week did! But at least I was prepared for it this week. I got the three-wheeler right tight up to my legs,  and the ankle-snappers getting on and off, did far less damage to my feet and legs this time. At one stage, the driver had to herd them to the back of the bus, to allow more folks on the bus. Hilarious it was – watching about fifteen schoolkids all moving to the rear, and all bar one were on their mobiles! Hehe!

2Tue02aI stayed on the bus to the terminus on Queen Street, to avoid too much walking in the drizzle. I Hobbled down into the Slab Square, and took this photo of the Council House, with again, an amazing sky in the background.

I limped slowly to go around the square, and along 2Tue03towards Wheeler Gate.

WD 171.0.171 One of the infamously ignorant Nottinghamian Pavement cyclists passed by, and I turned to snap him as a school lad was sidestepping to avoid the idiot hitting him! Grumph!

2Tue04I took a shot over the Slab Square, towards Wheeler Gate, where my destination of the Poundland shop was based. Mainly, I took the chance to catch yet another great and fantastic skyline again! How the sky was so bright and everything else in the dark, captivated my attention!

2Tue05I snapped the picture below, to show the different styles of building in the City Centre. The decaying, the new, the old, the being repaired, and some of the many thousands of student apartments. Not one of my best photos, but I did zoom in a lot to take it, and the fingers were a bit wobbly at the time.

I had a steady nosey around Poundland. I bought a lot of stuff this morning. Tunnock’s for the nibble bag. Some pens, twenty for a quid! Bread rolls. Two large bags of Twiglets (A sad story to follow later about these!) Fabric softener. Mini-sausages. Nuts. And, a 2020 diary for a quid! I paid at the self-service tills and made my way to the front of the shop, to redistribute the things between the trolly bag and the carrier. (The sad part is I took out the two Twiglet bags while sorting, and left then on the shelf, leaving without them! What a draycup!)

2Tue06As I left the shop, I came across this piece of Nottinghamian Street Art near the taxi rank. Whatever the contents were, they didn’t go down very well with the purchaser, did they? Perhaps, over-alcoholic intake might have played a part? Haha!

2Tue07I had another walk around the Slab Square.

And again I was nearly clobbered, my an arrogant, uncaring, dangerous, self-centred, and egotistic young male Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist. Argh!

2Tue08One more recordable almost exciting sky v land contrasting view was taken.

I have to say that some of the locals actually had smiles on their faces! Not many, mind!

2Tue09The place was abuzz with student and schoolchildren.

A smartly dressed young lady Pavement Cyclist passed by, and she nearly came off of the kerb onto the tramlines at one stage, but she was alright.

2Tue10More Nottingham Street at was spotted. McDonald’s nosh this time. I had a little memory prompting thought pattern at this stage. I recalled the original Wimpey Bar we had, on Maid Marion Way. Or more precisely, a girl who worked there. Why now, after all of my capabilities have left me, died, gone away, 2Tue11am I thinking of things I can no longer do? Hehehe!

Walking up Market Street on my way to the Church Hall for the meeting, I spotted some new Notti0nghamian Street art. Vandals, winos, druggies or drunks, had smashed a window in a shop some poor devil was getting ready to open. Grumph!

Along Goldsmith Street, the college and student stronghold, I spotted more Nottingham Street art!

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2Tue14I arrived a little early and remembered the look of derision I got when I was early at last weeks After-Stroke Physio session.

So I had a little walkabout, as the day finally grew a tad lighter, and the sunshine, cold as it was, broke through. I walked down the hill, then back up and to the other side of the road, back 2Tue15towards the church. As I crossed again over Goldsmith Street, yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was spotted! A student, I assume.

I approached the doorway to the church. There were five patients in there, and a different nurse, the same droll, matter-of-fact, book-checking lady was in charge. And we six were all that arrived today! I handed some nibbles over.  We seem to be dwindling in numbers? The session went wellish and passed quickly enough, but, the Arthur Itis ridden knees gave me a fair amount of hassle and pain.

They tell me that when the silly-to-me relaxation tape was played, I fell asleep and snored rather loudly! Red-Face-Adopted!

The nurse took my BP. It was 160 sys, Dia 100. She said the pulse and temp’ was very high but did not reveal what they were. Ah, well, with all the hassle, I wasn’t surprised.

When it came to where we would usually do the social bowling game, a rather good looking handsome well dressed and muscular bloke arrived, to give us a talk on what to eat and why, etcetera. I didn’t like him, young, had his own hair, didn’t wear hearing aids or glasses… Huh! The lesson lasted about an hour, I took to him later. Haha! It turned out amusing and exciting at times, humour was used cleverly as he told us off.

2Tue19With aching limbs, I said my farewells and departed. And blow-me-dow with a feather duster the same lorry as last week was unloading on Goldsmith Street, so I had to go over the road and take a different route. Not that it mattered, I’d missed the L9 bus home anyway. 

2Tue16A Deliveroo pavement Cyclist lurked about, but he was far enough away from me!

So, I caught the 40 bus. The three-way traffic lights at the roadworks needed a bit of care in getting over and through, but all was okay. The hobble back to the flats was a bit uncomfortable, but the mind was racing again now… Has the plumber been? Will he come this afternoon or tonight? Maybe in the morning? No one is keeping me informed of the situation.

I called in the Wardens Holding-cell room, to ask if they knew anything about the plumber. But Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden and Ice-skating Champion Deana was not in, she was out and about. Obersturmführer and Catwalk Model Warden Julie, only knew that someone else had the same problem, but could advise me of nothing about the plumbing situation. I handed out the nibbles, thanked her. 

2Tue17Then I was off on the way home via the link-passage to Woodthorpe Court. I put the buys away. This was when I realised I had no Twiglets in the bags! I actually remembered taking them out in the shop when I changed the bags. What a plonker!

2Tue18I had a job to get the intercom camera to work. It was showing fault when I tried to view it several times. I tried setting without any luck. So I thought I’d take a picture of the ‘Fault’ sign on the panel. Got the camera, and it was working! Ah, well! Tsk!

2Tue19I took another snap of the view from the kitchen window. Which was a pleasant one!

I made a start updating this blog, with so many photographs again, and the finger-ends not recognising touch still, I spent many hours, frustrated and annoyed with things.

2Tue21Put the kettle on, and readied the stuff for the meal later. Unsure of when I can make it, though. Still no word about whether the plumbers will be calling or not today or tonight. Christ! It is night already! Hours passed my head-down time 2Tue20already! But I must not fall asleep, just in case something really fantasmagorical happens – like a plumber arriving! Sarcasm-Mode-Adopted there, did you notice? Haha!

I went out on the crumbling balcony, to do battle with the window openers, and take this picture on the left, at an angle of the end of Chestnut Drive, and to check to see if I could see any Nottingham City Homes vans about. None!

2Tue22Back to updating again. Getting dark a bit now. I’m tired-out and so annoyed at not being kept in the picture about the repairs. Whenever they come, it would have nice to have been informed. And of course, I still have no hot water, so face the same farce and struggle to do the ablutions in the morning! I’m really fed-up now! 

2Tue23I pressed on with the blogging, ever-struggling more to keep awake. It must be 46 hours since I reported the problem, and I’ve only had 6 hours of sleep in that time. Gone through the Stroke Physio session, done a fair bit of walking, too.

WD 171.0.171 Bad-Luck has infested my life. Good-Luck shies away from me. I’m getting to the stage of not being able to cope with any more bad news, failings etcetera.

I can’t concentrate anymore. I’ll get the fodder sorted out, and try to stay awake long enough to eat it.

2Tue25BBQ rice, with dashes of light soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, sliced tomatoes and half a little jar of black bean sauce. And, of course, they told not to eat after I’d bought the mini-sausages. These are going to be hard to resist in the future. Tired out and depressed as I was feeling, this nosh went down a treat! Taste-rating of 9.25/10 granted. An umami delicious, lip-smacking, cornucopial feast!

wdp02LeftWD 171.0.171A So much so, that I somehow dropped the limoncello, and later when I rose to clean the pots, I stod on it…

While I was boiling the water to clean the plate etc. (What a bind!) the mind started to work again… Would the plumber arrive this late? How can I get the handwashing done? I dare not go out until they have been! I’m shattered! Is it worth the fight anymore? And so on!

I managed to stay awake until ten o’clock. Which in itself, should make me eligible for an award of some sort. Hehehe!

wdp02Left WD 171.0.171 While thinking it was time now that I can get some sleep – I fell asleep! And did so for eight-hours straight! Plainly, much-needed, but I woke up after the start-time for the Ocado delivery. Which set me off, panicking, fretting, worrying again: Will the Nottingham City Homes plumber arrive in the morning? Or will he not? I’ll have to stay indoors, just in case! Will someone actually contact me? Will someone advise me of their ETA? The last two thoughts were right idiotic ones!

I hope things get sorted soon.

TTFNski.

Inchcock Today – Frid 12 July: Most hurtful day for months. Power cut supplied via the sprinkler fitters, for seven hours! Pissed-offedness all day!

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2019 July 11

Friday 12th July 2019

Scots Gaelic: Dihaoine 12 Luchar 2019

01:30hrs: I woke up with a start, and in surprisingly good spirits, beyond one’s expectations, considering my physical and mental health situation. This worried me somewhat. Naturally, this was most unnatural for me. Hehe!

I was out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, grotty and fading grungy-beige coloured, rickety-recliner, in no time, and with no seriously hard pains or troubles (Summat else to fret about, this is all so incredible to me! Haha!)

WD b 0.0.255 The EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) was utilised. But the welcome SSWWs (Short-Sharp-Wee-Wees) of yesterday, was replaced with a terribly-trying and painful ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee). By the time it was over, it felt like the time gained in my getting up so early had all been lost!

Pain 01RWDA b 0.0.255 As I hobbled over to get the slippers on, one of possibly, my equal-best-ever toe-stubbings was suffered, against the large Ottoman! The pain and residual stinging were so chronic for a while. I was so pleased (And Surprised at my will-power!) and that I kept my wailing and cursing in a silent mode. Well, I think I did!

5Fri01I made a brew and finished off the hand-washing I’d left soaking in the bowl.

I noticed later, the moon seemed to be red and low, in the night sky.  So, I opened the unwanted light & view blocking kitchen window, with the glass to clean that is unreachable, and took this terrible photo. It was drizzling a bit outside.

Pain 01RWDA b 0.0.255 As I started the computer to update the Thursday post, the summoning from the innards for the Porcelain Throne to be visited, was answered. I really believed that the last couple of evacuations I’d taken were the most painful ever – I was wrong! This one must have come close to the claim, though! This massive, colossal evacuation must have been one of the biggest-ever! It needed several flushing! As for the discomfort… Arrgh! Things were getting back to my regular unhappy happenings now, after the over-optimistic start to the day. Hehehe!

Back to the computerisationing. The fingers and hands, in fact, apart from the dancing leg, all the other right limbs were not playing up at all! Even the Virgin Media was going well (I beg that I don’t regret saying this later!). Only three wee-wees were needed over the hours it took to do the post. Every one now of the RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) style. Which was fair-enough for me; at least I could tell when things had stopped, cause the pain eased off. Haha!

Many hours later, I got the post all finished and sent it off to WordPress. Then I realised I had not taken the morning medications yet. What a fertummelt old fool I am!

5Fri005Off into the kitchen, even having the nous and sense to stop half-way, and returned for the walking stick. (Smug-pleased-with-oneself-Mode-Adopted!).

As I opened the unwanted light & view blocking new window to take a shot of below, I took a blind shot. This being due to my fear of using the stepladder and coming off of it again manifestly, perspicuously, and colliding with the floor, and ending up with back pain and a bruise on my bonce! When I leant out to take the picture, the smell was a delight to my nostrils. It was obviously the petrichor of the late evening downp5Fri004our, that had dried up or was drying up quickly, judging by the marks in Chestnut Way, and raindrops on the unwanted, nasty, wide, overhanging, black-painted, photographers-nightmare window ledge.

The clouds looked nice but were later covered in a light mist or fog, as was the distant views.

5Fri003aI put the olive oil in the ears, and drops in the eyes, the cream on Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Then got the medication out from the blister-pack, and made a tasty strong brew of the Glengettie Assam tea, and took them with me to the computer, Alway a dodgy, risky thing to do, with the walking stick hanging over an arm as I do it!). I observed that one tablet was of a proportionately larger size than the others. So, I assumed that it was one of the regular ones, but made by a cheaper supplier that the chemist had used. I don’t blame him, either! But it can confuse old senility-approaching people… like me! I took the tablets and pressed on with starting this blog, and yet again…

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I stopped doing the blog and made up a Morrison order for next week.

 The door chimes rang out. It was the engineer who’d come to fit the new communication portal on the wall.

5Fri006LieBlue Of course, I hadn’t forgot about him coming at all! But my greeting him with just the dressing gown and slippers on, did not go unnoticed. (Ahem!) I proffered cringing apologise’ and left him to the job. I got a ripe look in return, that correctly said; “The senile old fool!” I can’t say that I blame him, either!

5Fri08aWDA b 0.0.255 I shot into the wet room for a hurried wash and shave. I knew of the two cuts I made on the chin and lip in my haste, and when I got dressed and out, the man informed me of blood running down from my neck. Tsk!

He moved the clothing off of the hooks in the hall and got on with fitting the console. He soon had the job done and commenced to speedily bamboozle me the instructions on how to use the communicator. A good job he left me several A4 leaflets on it. He said he would go down and try out the system.

 As he left, the Fire Sprinkler fitter team arrived. They were plainly an expert, well-trained, demolition crew. After a while; Amidst the door slamming, drilling, knocking and general audial mayhem, I started to make up the Nottingham City Centre Hobble Photographicalisations. But I didn’t get it finished…

WD b 0.0.255 Total power loss!

I was in a picklement. Hoping I might save some of the Coreldraw work, when and if the power returns, no Emergency Wrislet, no landline telephone etc. Nobody explained or said anything to me. I had no idea what had happened. Other than the belief that the team had made a faux pa of some sort, and none of them knew what the problem was, what they had cocked-up, or how to get the electricity back on. They had blokes of sorts of shades coming and going, but no information for me. It happened at 09:25hrs. At 09:49hrs, a chap came in asking for a key to the electricity-box in the outer hallway. I explained that the one I had, an electrician waltzed off with it. Then his colleagues called him back outside. I followed, and there were six blokes around the opened box.

WD b 0.0.255 Losing the Coreldraw and possibly WordPress work already done, brought on feelings of being deprived, anxiety, snubbed, ignored, disappointed, heartbroken, dismayed, nefastousness, wretchedly miserable, displeased, disgruntled, and pissed-off – the only 5Fri007flat out of about 224, that this has happened to. Humph! Unlucky! What!

WD b 0.0.255 I sillily went to put the kettle on! Oy Vay, what a right Shlimazel!

WD b 0.0.255 I tried to think things through if there is no reconnection possible. I made some sarnies up, wrapped them and… wait for it; put them in the fridge to keep them fresh! What a right Bozzo and Shmegegge! With having no wrist or panic alarm working, I thought I’d better mention it to Obersturmführeress and Catwalk Model, Warden Julie soon.

5Fri005The noise of the drilling recommenced. Battery drills? No, they were using Josie’s electricity from next door! Cheek!

WD b 0.0.255 A right mess had accrued in the inner hallway, wrappings, flex, etc.! Loud wails of frustration as heard, but I thought better of going to have a look at the workmen.

The door slamming returned, they had wedged mine open, though. In fact, both fire-doors were stuck open!

5Fri007a10:30hrs. Suddenly it all went quiet! I went and took a peep. I picked up some bits of plastic and screws; I didn’t want to get them in the hoover, not that I can charge it up anyway, though. The Peed-offedness is growing worse!

I cleaned the emptied glass jars and bottles and took them down to the recycling bin. A chap nipped in front of me to put his wine and spirits bottle in. I said: “Alcoholics first, mate!” He saw the funny side and laughed! I went back up, with thoughts of having a shower in my demented brain. I was losing it here! I fond two blokes investigating the electricity box. One told me they were expecting an SSE and British Gas engineers to arrive. I need them both because of the convoluted mixture of suppliers in use! Hmm!

5Fri08bA different bloke came and cleaned up the outer hallway using Josie’s electricity. I got a Brain Clough book out to read.

10:50hrs, The banging of doors started again. Then the shouting mixed in with mumbling?

WD b 0.0.255 I was getting more depressed now. No computer, no TV, no radio, no intercom, no DVD; And all the computer work to do when help finally arrives. Grr!

Then, as I settled to read the book, I spotted two of the missing items from last week. Both were under the 1963 falling to pieces, second-hand Hopewell’s G-Plan, cabinet. A pod pea, and an air spray cap. Hehehe!

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I put the book down after a few chapters of the book and went to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. I was lucky enough to catch Julie and told her about my problem. No answer or advice, just acknowledgement. So I hobbled back to the flat, no doubt she will get in touch with the relevant department and let me know.

WD b 0.0.255 It really is rebarbative, this situation. I can’t go out to get any food for Josie’s nosh tomorrow. It’s already well gone my head-down time. I want to get the diary updated, which will mean it’ll be hours beyond mt sleep-time. And will I get up early enough tomorrow, to go and get some potatoes from Sherwood? Double Humph!

Julie called at the flat and told me an electrician from Nottingham City Homes will be calling and will sort the problem out for me.

14:25hrs: A man called from Great Western Electricity? Another arrived as I was talking to the first one. I could tell them nothing. All the sprinkler men had made another mess and gone again. I suggested he calls at the hut.

5Fri08aI tried to clean up the hallway with the battery Black & Decker vacuum, but it died a death.

I studied the leaflets about the new intercom and entrance panel screen. But being such an irritated and now tired state as well, the advice and pictures were not being absorbed well at all.

5Fri08I went to the panel for an assessment of sorts. Oh, dearie me!

WD b 0.0.255 I found three missed calls on the screen! I had feared this might happen. I could not hear the tone ringing. The requests may have come in when the Sprinker lads were banging door or drilling, but there is no way of knowing!

5Fri007cJust what I didn’t need; another leaflet, this time telling me about work on the water supply, for three separate days! I am to leave the plug out of the toilet sink. Hah! Does no-one listen? I keep telling people about the sink not draining, and how it costs me a fortune in drain unblocker fluid every week as it is! And it overflowed last week!

WD b 0.0.255 I am absolutely getting to the end of my tether with all the work going on. We’ve had how long now? Over two years? It’s aided me having the Stroke. Thrown the IRN level all to pot. I’ve tripped over a mat outside a flat, and they have removed mine and others on Health & Safety grounds. Fell off of the stepladder repeatedly. The new light and view-blocking windows I cannot reach to clean, even if I was fit enough: Started Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna off. I get on the wrong buses repeatedly. Diagnosed with Axonotmesis, Peripheral Neuralgia and Diabetic Polyneuropathy. Gone partly crippled and bonkers. Contracted Lethologica and Mental Dysmorphic Disorder, have to wear ankle support straps, use a stick or trolley guide! I am the only flat to get the Evil-Boll-Weevils invasion. Now, the sole flat that the Fire Sprinkler crew have cut the power to for about eight-hours and left a right mess for me to clean up. Forever losing and dropping things. Life is currently persistent in doing my physical and mental health no favours! Humph!

14:30hrs. An electrician arrived from Nottingham City Homes and set about sorting the problems.

Then the Sprinkler men returned, a little door banging, mess making, cover cutting and drilling followed. Then a chap said, they were going to clean up as they had finished now and would be on their way. This gave me a little heart -they were going to clean up!

Here’s what I had to clean up. The inside and outer hallways.

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Shortly, true to his word, the power was back on. I got the kettle on and updating this post.

Which took me a couple of more hours to get up to here.

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5Fri016Pee’d-off, even more frustrated, tired and knackered, I got then nosh ready.

I was way too tired and irritated at life and its Inchcock-bound Whoopsiedangleplops and disasters, to fully appreciate the fodder but was glad I made up the sarnies earlier. Those French fries were terrible, so foul – then it dawned on me…

WD b 0.0.255 The cock-up by the Fire Sprinkler crew, knocking the damned apartment’s power going off for so long, has kiboshed all the food in the freezer! I’ll have to dish it, and replacements bought – how, I don’t know, physically it will take me days with the little trolley carrying space, and finding the time. Of course its weekend again, another no-help or advise available situation.

I’m more bent-out-of-shape and forlorn, woebegone and Angry with life than ever! It’s been four horribly horrendously hurtful-to-live days now, and I’m getting more irritable, cantankerous, short-fused, huffy and exasperated than ever.

I wonder if I can claim against the Sprinkler company? Loss of the food, Stopping my getting out for fresh fodder, causing undue-suffering, my lack of sleep, damaging the wall, radiator paint, and me! Hehe! I’ll try my best to catch up with the Nottingham City Homes Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Housing Patch Manager and Razzle Magazine Model, Angela Gould, and ask for her advice on this.

5Fri017I left most of the nosh.

I had to get up for a failed wee-wee and washed the tray and plate etc.

I took this photo as the night neared 21:00hrs, six hours later than my usual head-down time.

I was too weary for any recrimination and accusation to be mused over.

What a miserable, frustrating, hope-robbing, enthusiasm destroying, and crap day!

Yours faithfully; from a pathetically, persecuted, unlucky, had enough, depressed, pee’d-off, and shattered, Inchcock. Tsk!

Inchcock – Saturday 20th October 2018: Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet connection failings ruined the day for me! Humph!

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Saturday 20th October 2018

Croatian: Subota, 20 Listopada 2018

0025hrs: I came to semi-life, the first thing I noticed was the empty plate on the meal tray on the next chair. So empty, it looked like I’d licked it clean. Hehe!

The mind wandered, Gaynor, what day was it, why am I half-in, half-out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Are Jenny and Frank having a good time on their holiday. Harold’s Haemorrhoids felt so much better.  Did I take last night’s medications?

I’d been having some nocturnal phantasms, but I could remember nothing about them.

There were no signs of my having been nocturnally nibbling! Smug-Mode Adopted!

I lurched slowly, and while spending a fair amount of time extracting myself from the recliner, I decided to do an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles reconnaissance patrol.

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WD 29.29.255 I found some live and active bigger weevils that had got into the bag where I keep the mallard and pigeon food in the spare room. Dang things! I cleaned out the carrier and washed it. Plenty of Raid spray applied. Also found some dead ones in the wet room and kitchen.

Got the Health Checks done and took the medications. Dia 165 – Sys 88 – Puls 89 – Temperature 32.1 and Weight 15.33.

Off to the wet room for evacuational procedures to be carried out on the Throne. This was a good session again. The tiniest bit of bleeding, that was all.

WD 29.29.255 Got the computer on, and after a few minutes, the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet went down.

6Sat01

While it was down, I thought I’d do up the INR and Health Check record on Excel. But, the file had disappeared again!

The internet came back on an hour or so later, so I got on with updating yesterday’s diary. With all the events of very hectic but enjoyable happenings and photographs from Friday, this took me over seven hours! Good job I’ve got nowt on today!

WD 29.29.255 Just as I managed to get it sent off – The Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet went down once again! Grrr!

6Sat01

I started to use MS Word to start this blog going. Of course, being a Microsoft programme, it might also disappear into the ether never to be seen again!

Another hour or so later, after turning everything off and restarting, I tried the $111.9 million salaried Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, again. Ah, it’s back on! Perhaps I should make a collection amongst the other poor fools in the block, who have Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet… by way of thanking him, like? Hehehe!

I went on to Facebook to get updated with the photographs in case of Mr Fries internet goes down again. Which it did three hours later.

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Got some Facebooking done before it went off, though.

Moved onto CorelDraw to do some fun graphics.

Damned internet packed up again!

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6Sat24Got the nosh sorted.

Not too bad, but certainly not one of the bestest. The ham was bland tasting, the potatoes were the same.

Everything else was fine.

Flavour Rating of only 602/10!

Fell asleep so early again! Tsk!

Plastering Done to the Balcony Windows – What an absolute Mess, shambles and heartbreaking pickle they left me in. Sob!

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Tuesday 3rd April 2018

I would like to thank Nottingham City Homes, Willmott-Brown and their Sub-Contractors for arriving out of the blue this morning, just as I was leaving to catch the bus.

The chappy-man-plasterer asked if he could do the plastering on the Balcony Window now, as he had had cancellations.

So, I said yes. Left the door unlocked and toddled off.

Here is what I came back to find.

Duodenal Duncan is now giving me more hassle than it has ever done!

I spent hours trying to clean up the mess, but it would not have it. It remains being spread about from one room to another every time I walk anywhere.

No one is interested! Apart from me, that is. But I am feeling too poorly to even swear about it!

Gnashblumshackles!

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I am not happy and feeling so fed-up, I don’t think I could feel anymore Fed-upable!

Inconcinnity, depression and intolerance are growing within me!

It has to be said!

Inchcock – Sunday 21st May 2017: Stuck indoors again!

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Sunday 21st May 2017

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Woke with a start around 0240hrs. Got the pencil and scribbled notes about the dream I had been having. Had a bad headache Rare for me, and Duodenal Donald was giving me much grief, very bad. Worrying over the computer the cause, perhaps?

Got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and took a Codeine Phosphate and an Omeprazole capsule then had a wee-wee. Noticed I was getting low on stocks of medications and thought it must be time to fetch the next prescriptions?

Back in the rickety recliner and read the notes about the dreams. Similar to one the night before. Nighttime, on a train with other people I knew, but could not put a name to? We were making plans to carry out something involving secrecy… finance and shredding tiddlywinks? We kept getting visitors to the carriage and interviewing them for some reason… The train crashed and none of us in the carriage were hurt… We ended up searching the bodies and wounded for tiddlywink markers, and giving the wounded an Extra Strong Mint each? Lots more took place I felt, but I couldn’t recall any more details.

Settled back and amazingly I dropped off to sleep again, until 0630hrs. Up and to the Porcelain Throne, Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding badly, but Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and Reflux Roger were okay and no signs of any bother from Diahorrea Derek. Looking good, but I could not fully appreciate this as I was still fretting over the Goggle Chrome problems.

7Sun01aLooked nice outside when I went to make a mug of tea.

Did the Health checks, the weight had gone back down a bit from yesterday.

Got the internet on and tried out the email to see if any ongoing problems still.

After half an hour, Google Chrome had not gone unresponsive – but it took a while to start yesterday and never stopped all day, so I’m not getting any hopes up yet.

Finished off the Saturday Diary, back to the Porcelain Throne, not problems. Notice some mail had been delivered. Two letters. One from The Pensions Service, who had put the wrong Postcode on the address when I moved here in July 2016, and I had to contact them three times over two months to get them to change the Postcode so I could use the form for my ID with the bank. Telling me that I had ‘A Change in my Account Details’. No rush!

7Sun01The other from the Cancer Screening Programme telling me no further action required.

Sorted next weeks medication pots out.

The stomach keeps on rumbling and stinging a bit again. Might just be Duodenal Donald offering me a variety in his attack? Hehe!

6Sat12aHello… the damned going unresponsive Google Chrome has started again!

Selected Wait option, a few minutes later it came back on.

We’ll see.

Well, would you believe it?

7Sun02aI think you might. Bloody Virgin Media Internet has gone down now!!!

Sunday again, it always goes down on a Sunday!

Luckily by the time I’d done the graphic on the left, it was back on.

Getting the picture onto WordPress, and guess what happened this time?

Yes, Google Chrome went into Unresponsive 6Sat12aMode yet again, when I opened Gmail!

How Microsoft, Google and Virgin can get away with not showing any help, shame, ignominy, or self-denunciation with their obvious con-job of pretending their services work correctly, is enough to shame Tony Blair and Stalin!

They are all first-rate con-merchants, crooks, swindlers, bilkers, cheaters, deceivers, fleecers, 2017-05-21 08.04.19flimflammers, fraudsters, sharks, philargyrists, ingordigious, acquisitive, venal, money-grubbing, rapacious, and quomodocunquising!

They ruin people’s lives financially, emotionally and cruelly with offering hopes within their lies of perfection, and charge the earth for a service of the greatest uncaring, unconcerned nature!

2017-05-21 07.53.17Hitler and Stalin would have closed them down and Tony Blair would have bought them out!

Now, I just may sound a little bit pee’d off with Google Chrome, Microsoft, PC World, not being able to get on Facebook’s TFZ page and my own failure to get the computer sorted out?

This is because I am pee’d off with Google Chrome, Microsoft, PC World, not being able to 1Mon001get on Facebook’s TFZ page and my own failure to get the computer sorted out? It had to be said! Grumph!

Plan to have mixed mushrooms with a lamb hotpot for fodder today, with some potato farls, before they go out of date too far, and because I have no bread in stock, due to having to stay in just in case the Computer Tech Man Sam calls.

7Sun02bDecided to turn off and read the Emotions book for while.

After I’d taken a peep at the TV magazine and chosen some good programmes to watch later.

Fed-up with struggling on the computer.

And Arthur Itis, although being kind to my knees and ankles, decided to have ago at the hands and fingers. At least he moves around a bit. Hehe!

6Sat14Got the meal prepared and consumed. Lamb hotpot with some extra gravy. Nice!

Soon fell sleep and woke a few hours later.

Tried to watch the Gogglebox with some success this time, managed a good two hours before nodding off.

Woke around 0020hrs, stomach rumbling badly, but nothing on the Throne but the wind?

Back to the £300 second-hand recliner, took an extra painkiller and got off without much bother again.

Inchcock Today: Thursday 23rd October 2014

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Unfortunately this feeling didn’t last long. So sad. Coreldraw still playing up and Inchy feeling down”

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Well depressed Now!

0315hrs: The usual being shocked into waking-up experience again this morning – instantly wide awake accompanied by a feeling that something is wrong?

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Thought straight away about what I could try to sort the Coreldraw not working problem out. Nothing new came to mind, depressed I wandered down and put the kettle on. Started the laptop and got the cream form the fridge and ent up to tend to the ‘Inch’. Oh dear… the swelling is still declining but the blood was flowing again! Thank heavens for kitchen towels. Stopped eventually.

Angina playing up and for the first time in ages my ulcer joined in with other complaints! Tsk!

I opened Coreldraw9 in vain hopes, and got the same message, whichever option I clicked, just like yesterday I got the Error message then it told me Coreldraw9 has stopped working. This time I tried clicking abort again – and it started and was usable for a while?

I am now going to close it and try again to see if still works…

“An unexpected Error occurred please restart Coreldraw” message when I tried to close it down?

It closed down on its own accord!

I tried again…

For some reason I can get passed the opening warning sometimes and not others. It will not let me save a page at all?

Double depressed now!

Still fiddling and trying to come up ith a solution – for five hours now with no luck!

Still fiddling and trying to come up with a solution – for five hours now with no luck!

I decided when the radio said it was not going to rain again until early evening, to get the stuff ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop and have a walk into Sherwood with it for em.

I went up cleansed myself well. Had a peep at the Inch to see if it had started to bleed again but no signs thankfully.

WC.

I set off hoping I’d not forgotten anything.

IMG_0177A new sign at the Chapel I espied:

Well fancy that… and I thought they were into Formula One racing. Hehehe. Oh I am feeling bitter and pissed off!

Still feeling low I carried on into Sherwood, the sky looked a bit threatening at this stage.

I called into the Continental food shop and got a small loaf of Rye bread. I thought it might cheer me up a bit – a totally forlorn hope of course. Then I realised I’d left all me coins in the bathroom so had to pay her with the tenner I had. Really cheered her up that did.

If looks could kill I’d be a gonna I can tell yer!

Only a new laptop with a graphic programme that works would do that. No chance at the moment. Clivey-boy suggested getting another graphics programme installed. Nice of him but the laptop is an old one running on old windows?

Anyway, I carried on to the Hospice shop and gave em me stuff.

As I was walking back the sky looked a bit lighter, but I didn’t feel any brighter.

IMG_0178Noticed the alcoholic mobility scooter maniac was at the pub again.

Hobbled along taking the scenic route and passed the flat I used to live in before moving to where I am now – Whatta mistake to maka! I was well happy there – but the landlord sold it to another and he wanted more rent than me mortgage was.

See how when things go wrong I start stewing on things? Poor twit.

I got back in the flea-pit.

WC.

Started the laptop, got me food out ready for microwaving later, made a cuppa and got me medications ready, then updated this.

Gawd I’m depressed.

Arghh!!!! In’t life ‘orrible at times!