00255hrs: Sprang awake, again to the tune of the fridge freezer clunking and whining away. It’ll blow-up one day I’m sure.
WC’d.
No memories of dreams although I feel I had many?
Feeling anxious for some reason. Remembered the bricklayers are coming to fill in the hole in the kitchen wall – this’ll be a fine mess I feel.
WC’d.
Cleared the stuff from the bottom cupboard into bags.
Laptop on, made a cuppa and finished off yesterdays diary and posted it.
Did some Facebooking in case I don’t get time later.
WC’d.
Also found a graphic of the TFZ gals that I missed off from posting with the others yesterday. Tsk!
By then it was time for me medications, so made another cuppa and took them with a swig of antacid medicine to help calm me ulcer down.
WC’d.
Got a wash and shave, too early for a bath cause the noise of the running water etc would disturb me neighbour.
All ready now I hope – not looking forward to having the hole done for one reason – having found a second hole at the bottom – more mayhem when and if they return later to do that one?
The chappie-man arrived and just like the two repair men before him who attended said something like “I can’t repair that today…” So that’s the maintenance man who said we need a bricklayer on this and arrange one – the bricklayer had now said he can’t do it, we need a carpenter to take out the cupboard, seal it up on the wall and bottom of the top cupboard and replace the cupboard! Good innit?
And I just went through agony stretching and bending to clear the damned cupboards out! Huh, Tsk and Soddit!
Pee’d off now as well as feeling low again!
Put me new cardigan on and found it too small – had I purchased the wrong size? I had a look… Yes I had. Even more wee’d off now!
I decided, spur of the moment jobbie – to go to the old house and get some stuff and put some rubbish in the bins there. To alleviate me guilt at getting nowt done like.
I met Deana on the way out of the building – but a Nottingham City Homes maintenance man pushed in when I was going to ask her if she could phone the carpet shop for me to find out what’s happening with me order. But she wandered off with him to sort out the area of the disabled parking lot that needs tarmacking.
Really pissed off now – I got to the bus stop to catch a bus down the hill into Sherwood.
Met Norman there and we had a chin-wag… best we could manage anyway with us both being deaf like. Hehe!
Dropped off in Sherwood and walked into Carrington, getting in the flea-pit just as the rain started.
Several letters on the mat collected, some togs, cleaners, books, cushion and odd bits soon filled the bags. Took some rubbish out.
Got a phone call from Nottingha City Home Works department telling me they would be calling to ‘Have a look at my Air-vent problems on Monday 10th August between 0800 > 1200hrs.
Then remembered that the Nottingham City Homes chap was due 1230 > 1600 hrs to mend the heater in the kitchen – quickly made me way with the bags to the bus-stop. (Bless the Pensioners free-bus-pass time again).
Dropped off in Sherwood and go to the bus-stop to catch bus back up to the flats.
Blow me a lady spoke with me telling me the L9 is due at half past – and then Norman joined us in the shelter.
Do you know – I thought that was marvellous – the Lady from the flats recognising me when I got to the bus-shelter. It took the edge off me Whoopsiedangleplops I’d had earlier.
We caught the bus to the flats and I got in about 1230hrs – hoping the heater repair man had not called when I was out.
WC’d.
Opened the letters I’d brought back from the dump.
The first one was from the three Labour Councillors informing me that the Pirates Park (Kids area) in Carrington had got looking a bit under the weather lately.
I’m not surprised, anyone going near that place is in danger of being mugged by the kids!
Hope you can read the paragraph inviting me to attend the park on Tuesday 4th August 2015.
I thought it was hilarious.
There was a Gas-bill informing me that my Bill was in Credit to the tune of £362.17. y my new monthly payment would be £15.00
My Electricity Bill informing me I owed them £196.03, and my new monthly payment would be £105.00
* A letter from the post office telling me how when I’m 70 in August they can offer me a Special Deal on Life insurance.
* A letter from the Royal Insurance telling me how when I’m 70 in August they can offer me a Special Deal on Life insurance. (Two).
* A letter from Tesco telling me how when I’m 70 in August they can offer me a Special Deal on Life insurance. (Three of three)
* The Pools offering me 5000 bonus points if I start doing the Pools again.
A letter from a work Agency offering inviting me to apply for a job in Huddersfield that meets my criteria – as a ‘Problem Wrangler’? The first and only one I have received from them since signing with them in 2004!
I added the repair men calling to my Goggle diary.
Shredded the * marked letters.
WC’d.
I thought about putting all the stuff back into the cupboard and sorting the stuff I’d brought from the house – but decided not to. It’s going to be a pig-sty when they rip out the old cupboards anyway, so I might as well get used to it now. Well… maybe not eh?
Got the oven heating up ready for me potaotes to be baked.
Soaked me plastic hearing-aid inserts ready for de-coking later.
Put the tatties int oven and had the cheese, salt, black pepper and oregano ready fer when I burn missen emptying out the flesh and mixing it all up before putting em back in the oven to brown off.
Might have er… let’s have a look what I’ve got in…
Ah, I’ll have me three Turkey hot dog sausages methinks.
Checked emails and a quick bash on Graphicalisationing – a bonus ’cause I didn’t think I’ve have time with the hole in the wall repairs being done – that are now not being bricked up after all.
Ain’t life complicated?
The Nottingham City Homes electrician then arrived to, I thought, replace the pull-string switch on the heater I can’t afford to use anyway on the kitchen wall.
He decided it was kaput and condemned it.
So I now await another appointment to arrive to tell me when the new one will be installed. Oh dear, will it never end!
Moved the bags of things I’d taken out of the cupboards into the front storage room.
00149hrs: Woke again knowing I’d had many dreams and they were not good ones – but could I recall any details this morning? No! Tsk!
WC’d, made a cuppa and laptop on doing this diary by 0200hrs.
Bit of a dizzy-spell first thing. Feeling wearisome, ulcer twinging, Anne Gyna letting me know she was there. The mad itching under both arms still there. I’m going to the GP surgery for me INR Warfarin level tests this morning, must remember to book appointment with the wonderful Dr Vindla to tell her about the increase in dizzies and the itching. The nurse gave me some cream a while ago for under the arms but it is not doing nowt to stop or ease the itching.
WC’d, made a cuppa and laptop on doing this diary by 0200hrs.
Did posts for the LOMM site.
Cuppa and took me medications.
Many visits to the porcelain and another dizzy as I was wiping the sink after washing me hands.
Made the header for this page – feeling depressed and yet nothing has changed from yesterday? Maybe that’s the problems, nothing getting sorted and that?
I don’t like feeling like this, not me at all normally. Even feeling a bit sorry fer missen again now… oh dear, sad git! So many others worse off than me too.
Got missen washed and readied or me walk to Carrington – going to call in the old place and get some stuff, all I can manage is a carrier-bag or two.
I’ll see if I can get an appointment with the doctor for Friday. I can bring up the underarm itching and bruising, the increase in dizzies, depression, ulcer and panic attacks then… if I can get in for Friday – so many other things on again this week.
Tsk and Double Tsk!
Wiped the Whirring clunk, rattle, sake, wheeing thud musical fridge, but still can’t find out what the plastic addition on the top left of the freezer door is for.
Can anyone help me here please?
I asked BJ, he said: “Stick it in the hole then, it must do summat!” That’s wot I thought too.
Did some graphicalisationing then got missen ready – spit and polished like – for me walk to doctor’s surgery.
Took some nibbles for the staff with me and a large strong bag to carry some stuff from the house back to the surgery and carrier.
A bit dank this morning folks.
Down the hill into Sherwood.
Left up the Mansfield Road incline and down into Carrington.
Got to the house and sorted some stuff I’d need into me two bags.
Medical stuff, bandages, plasters etc. And me BP monitor, thermometer and some togs, cutlery, Books, and some cleaners, that was all I could carry.
Wobbled over to the doctors and remembered to make an appointment with Dr Vindla for Friday 0930hrs. Made list of things I’m worried about, dizzy spells, itching and bruising under me arms and chest, Ulcer playing up again and me fretting about the move.
Nurse did me blood and had a little chin-wag, I enjoyed that.
Gave the receptionists their nibbles, then off to the bus-stop – feeding some pigeons at the stop before the bus arrived.
dropped off in Sherwood and was lucky again when a 40 bus arrived within a few minutes and got lifted up Winchester Street hill to the laundry. Dropped off and walked the few hundred yards to the flats.
Repairs taking place to someone’s flat below on their balcony window today.
Took a photo of the kids play area above the flats.
I noticed one of the flat balcony’s had a Bird box and feeder on it, the netting had been removed. I’d like to do that, but it said in the tenancy agreement it was not allowed? Hey-ho!
Made a cuppa and put some of the things in the drawers that I’d brought from the hovel.
Charged up the Camera batteries and stirred the baked beans marinating in the boom, bang, ping, shudder clonk reverberating fridge.
Laptop on to update this diary.
Not sure if Deana (Nottingham City Homes Independent Living Co-ordinator) has remembered about her saying she’d check the skin cancer scar for me or not. (She didn’t appear Tsk!)
I’ve got some mail for Margaret to take to her, and some more laundry to do. I’ll nip out and see if she is in the shed.
Ah well, I’ll catch the bus into Arnold then.
As soon as I realised I’d got on the wrong bus – I decided to go to town instead. (Humpf wot a plonka!)
In town I thought I’d visit the charity shop to see if it had any furniture desk-wise, to wardrobe-wise.
It didn’t, nor the other two I visited.
Walked down Clumber Street.
Then turned into the Primark Shop to see if they had any warm cardigans in stock.
Had a good wander around. Got one a nice colour, some stuff from the ‘Reduced’ display. Socks and a long sleeve t-shirt that was a bit thicker than the others.
Strolled down into town, slipping some seed clandestinely to the pigeons.
The Nottingham Riviera was on proper today, but not many folks due to the lack of sunshine possibly.
The people there, apart from the kids, didn’t seem too happy.
Just like last week, the French Pancake stall was bereft of customers once again.
I wonder if whoever runs it actually makes any profit from it?
I suppose with so many Greggs take away food stalls all over the City Centre, there are five as I know to in the area – and them all being so easy to nick stuff from (I’ve seen em at it mate!) why should they go to the French Pancake stall and have to pay?
The weather and prices at the Ice-Cream parlour thingy would have been the reasons that they were not doing any trade either.
Even the mannequin of the lady in her two-piece swim suit wasn’t attracting any perves, yobs, kids or anyone for that matter.
I nipped smartishly (Alright… hobbled up King Street to catch the last L9 bus back to the flats).
As the bus pulled from the traffic lights I had me camera in hand just in case what happened, happened.
The Nottingham Citizenry showing their lack of interest in the traffic lights on any colour.
I was soon back at the flats (35 minute ride).
Hung the togs that I’d bought to keep e warm up in the hallway for now.
I must stop buying now I’ve got enough to keep warm without having to do the laundry so often.
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
Laptop on.
Seasoned beans out of the fridge, added the polish sausages into the pan.
Chopped some tomatoes up to add to it when I serve it up. Wholemeal bread and mature cheese to have with it too.
Not bad at all. Rated 8.2/10/.
Head down to the melodic but annoying now familiar:
Whir clump shudder, clunk-click, whir clump shudder clunk-click thud… of the fridge freezer.
Not so cold this morning, but I could feel the draughts coming in via the corner in the kitchen when I got up – Brrr!
Cleared me sleeping togs and made a cup of tea. No hot water again.
Mind racing again trying to remember what I had to do, INR blood tests at the GP surgery, visit from City Homes 1300hrs. Must try to get some bits from the old place and call at the chemists to see about prescriptions.
Had to stop missen taking me medications too early – must remember to take them later though.
Laptop on and finished off yesterdays diary.
Did a bit of Facebooking, then did some graphicationalisationing on Coreldraw x7 and Corelpaint. Thought this one of Duncan came out good.
I was pleased with the outcome for once.
It was from a photo I took of him yesterday and I tried to make it look aged and sepia like.
Another cuppa (I must cut back on these) and took me medications around 0500hrs.
Got in a bit of a pickle when saving some of the worked on photo’s – as I’d saved them in CPT (Corel PhotoPaint) format and of course they were not acceptable for loading on here. Had to reload and save them again in the other programme in Jpeg.
Got a letter for the previous tenant Margaret and on me way out for a walk to the GP surgery fer me INR tests I dropped it off to my heroine Deana at the community shed, and mentioned me email I’d sent about no hot water. She’s going see if they can have a decker at it.
Walked to the end of Chestnut Way and down to the bottom of Winchester Street and along Mansfield Road into Carrington to the surgery, 24 minutes.
Several infamous Nottingham Pavement Cyclists en-route. Tsk… gits!
Got in the surgery and the nurse called me in after ten minutes or so. I like this nurse, she’s patient with us old fogies. She had a look at the healing skin cancer wound for me – all looking good. Then she checked appointments – apart from the INR tests that will come in, no appointments at the moment until the 27th July.
Then she checked that I had changed me address on the computer and it was in alright – but the INR test results from the hospital keep getting sent to the old address.
Took me blood samples and showed concern over me bruising on the wrist still not clearing – but said this happens when your INR level is too high – which I didn’t know for sure cause I wasn’t getting the results and doses through the post.
I thanked her and set off a a little walk to the chemists. Where me nonthly prescription were ready to be picked up.
Then nervously made me way, keeping to the middle of the road and avoiding any of the alleyways I made me way to the old flea-pit.
I couldn’t help but be so glad I’ve moved when I saw the view of the road when I turned the corner into it.
Although there was nobody around, I could hear the music blasting away from the house opposite.
At least it had not been broken into in me absence.
I had a good hunt around and found some paperwork I might need and be of use for Glendora if she comes on Wednesday. Then had a hunt round and got some bits, books, pliers, socks and sundry I would need, but the two bags along with the stack of medications limited how much I could carry back to the flat. Still, a bit of progress of sorts achieved?
Got me bus-pass, locked-up and struggled to the bus-stop with me two bags. Dropped off in Sherwood, and went in the Dentist to alter me address there. The receptionist there was an Obergruppenfurher type as well. I came out a bag of nerves! Hehe!
Then a bit of luck for once – I was going to walk down and up the Winchester Street Hill back to the flats – but I checked at the bus-stop and an N9 inbound bus was due in 1 minute! Great! Especially as it was beginning to rain a bit.
Got off outside the block and made me way up to the flat -saw nobody on the way, which surprised me a tad as there are 200 flats in the block, and 146 of them are doubles.
Got in and put me bags in front room for sorting later, made a cuppa, WC’d for the fifth time today. Put the medications on the window ledge in the kitchen. And got the laptop on.
Put the JR radio station on the internet and listened to some Jazz ballads while doing this diary.
I actually heard a noise, and i was in he kitchen with the door closed -It was the Mail being delivered. Five for Margaret the previous tenant and one for me – from Nottingham City Homes informing me they were coming to change the flat door lock to a Suited Lock on 16th July twixt 1230 and 1630hrs. The idea being that when I pop me clogs or lay bleeding to death like, they (The City Homes folk) can get into the flat, cause they will have keys.
Added this appointment to the others on me Google diary.
Awaiting Deana (I think she said she was calling around 1300hrs – but…) and Iceland delivery. If both happen in time, I’d like to catch the bus into Arnold and back. See if I can get any bargains at the Fulton food store.
Still waiting for either or both…
It’s trying to rain again, overcast.
Still waiting for either or both…
Didn’t fancy going out on the balcony today – the rain made it look a bit slippery to me!
Still waiting for either or both…
Iceland arrived and I put away the nosh post haste and go missen ready to go on the Outbound L9 bus (Bless that free bus-pass) at 36 minutes past the hour that arrives in Arnold at 11 minutes past the hour, this gives me 19 minutes to do me shopping and catch the 30 minutes past the hour (Same bus on way back) into the flats. I think I’ve got it worked out right.
I only wanted three things and thought I’d get them all at Fultons Foods. Lemons, lamb shanks and microwave sausages.
Got into Arnold, nipped through onto Front Street and came out opposite Fultons.
They had none of any of em in stock! So I got some blackcurrant ice-cream lollies instead.
So I legged it back to the bus stop the other side of where I dropped off and caught the bus, it was three minutes early – luckily I was too!
If I’d missed it, there were no more direct buses and I’d have had to bus to town, bus out to Sherwood and have that long drag walking up the hill to the flats. Hey-ho.
It was drizzly and getting dark as I dropped off at the flats.
The driver saying “That was nippy shopping fella!”.
Made me nosh, chips in t’oven, peas and sausages I had left in fridge in microwave fifteen minutes later, and sliced a tomato – had some bread thins with it – I had them delivered earlier from Iceland along with some vinegar at last to have wi me chips.
I need not have worried about the oven smoking and setting off the smoke alarm – none at all – BUT! the microwave poured smoke out when I opened it – scared me to death in case it set it off. Opened the window shut the door and wafted away – pity cause that made the meal less than warm enough once I got to eating it! Tsk!
The chips were okay, the sausages fine, the garden peas nice but not very hot – but the Polish tomato was bitter as heck! Had an apple, me medications and an iced lolly afterwards.
No message from Deana – so I assume I got the day wrong for her calling.
Still no hot water. I struggled having to boil
kettle fer a wash and shave earlier. However the immersion water heater lit up this time and I left it on for an hour – costs a lot to use those do.
I believe today’s Diary is indicative of how me life is at the moment!
Woke 0530hrs – put the water heater on – then took me medications and started this diary off.
Thought I’d better do it now as I didn’t know how the plans would go for the day.
Going to GP surgery at 0830hrs – in the hope that the nurse can do me INR test and redress me skin cancer wound early enough for me to get to BJ’s house and then up to Woodthorpe Court to meet with Steve Age UK for the Council Officials meeting about the flat.
Had a wash and brush up, and got missen ready for the days rather daunting tasks.
I set off slipping the pigeons some seed as I poddled to the doctors surgery.
I noticed two posters on St John’s Church fencing as I passed it, for the Sherwood Art week (Last week). Too late for me now to go see the Burlington Jazz session – I’d have liked to see them too. Huh!
Walked over the road, just managing to avoid being hit by one Nottingham’s Pavement Cyclists as he free-wheeled down the hill. The Swine!
Arrived at the surgery spot on 0820hrs as suggested by the nurse for an 0830hrs rearranged INR session.
All locked up – the sign read surgery starts at 0850hrs!
I waited until they opened up and was first in the queue.
Got seen to by the new nurse Nicole who also took off me dressing from me wound. Left some nibbles for the staff and set off on me walk to Sherwood to call on BJ.
We had a natter and then set of in BJ’s car to the flats.
Lovely morning, I had a wander around and took some photographs while we waited for Steve from Age UK’s arrival. Steve phoned while I was taking the shots to confirm it was still on.
We found the lady representative of the Council. Her voice was loud but not clear and Steve had to keep answering my questions about what she said. Tsk!
Nice lady. I filled in many forms, bank details etc. and signed them.
BJ and Steve found things that needed attention – and she listed them to get them sorted. Brown water coming from the tap in bathroom, drawer front in kitchen hanging off, and a window needed replacing also in the kitchen – there were more, but I can’t remember them all now.
I took a photograph from the living room window – shame about the bird nets innit – that’ll cramp me flipping photographicalisationing style!
Steve said he would apply for the bath to be replaced with a level shower. The lady said this would take some months to get done – so Steve said he would make the application for me today.
Appaently I’m a ‘Probationary Tenant for the first Twelve months, Mmm?
Then I signed the contract and was given the entry swipe and keys to the flat.
Steve suggested I get a fridge freezer and cooker delivered first.
We parted outside and Steve shot off to another client and BJ ran me down onto Mansfield Road where I caught a bus into town.
Having to dodge yet another Nottingham speeding dangerous Nottingham Pavement Cyclist as I approached the bus-stop.
Another Swine on wheels!
Luckily I had me free bus-pass with me.
I got into town with me mind racing about all the things I had to do – first I thought I’d walk to John Lewis and have a look at their cookers and fridge freezers like…
Then thought I’d try a few other afterwards to compare the prices and products yer see?
Well… what a farce come cock-up that was!
I eventually caught the attention of an assistant after looking over the products and choosing the cooker, very nice and not too expensive, with a small oven, just the ticket I thought. Also a Hotpoint fridge freezer just the size I needed and frost free too!
My first questions were can these two be delivered at the same time and how much would it be for delivery and fitting please.
“No problem with the delivery Sir, between 0800 and 1400hrs” on Friday (I thought he was going to fall asleep on me at this point). “The freezer is plug and go so no fitting needed, the cooker will cost you £20 for fitting and the delivery for both will be £20.”
Fair enough I thought. Gave him all the details he asked for, bank details address etc… then he said “It’s not letting me input this…” And called over to a colleague to ask if he knew why. He returned to me and told me the Fridge could be delivered Friday but the Cooker could not be delivered until Tuesday… I stopped the conversation here (Foolishly thinking another company could supply me both products at the same time – Huh!). I started to explain that this is not acceptable due to me many medical appointments that arise at short notice, so I can’t guarantee being in. Let’s forget it! (Sorry I said that now!)
Walked over to Curry’s PC World main store on Milton Street. They didn’t have either product in stock!
Oh dear…
So, over the road to another store, House of Fraser.
Even if they had got anything in I liked, I couldn’t have afforded the prices they were asking…Tsk!
Not having me reading glasses with me I had the most difficulty in reading their catalogue.
I was amazed to see their prices were higher for cookers and fridges than anywhere I’d looked. Next day delivery would cost a good bit, delivery within 3 days or five days was cheaper. But with the upcoming appointments I have no chance of being at the new flat for delivery over a period of three or five days?
Oh, I do feel irritated with missen now.
Caught the bus back to Carrington, made a cuppa and did this diary.
Feeling a bit down now, despite getting the keys to the flat.
So tired again.
Made me nosh, Pork pie, chips, cheesey potato mash, pork loin and pickled beetroot.
Very nice.
Rated this one 7.9/10.
But me eyes were too big fer me belly again.
Launderette in the morning.
I rang BJ to ask him if I could get some stuff, saucepans, kettle etc from Asda with him tomorrow and if he could lift it and some more stuff to the new place for me. He was too busy to talk – and I forgot to ring him back! Pillock!
Woke around 0400hrs, and noted bits of me last dream down to put in this diary later.
I plodded down the stairs and put the kettle on.
It was dark dank and damp this morning, but not cold with it.
Took a photo as I popped me head out of the door to see if any of the pigeons had come down for their breakfast like.
The noise in the distance was of emergency vehicle klaxon’s – sounded like there were a few of them nearby?
Only one of the pigeons came down to nosh, so he feasted on the seeds.
Had me cuppa and took me medications. The wound was stinging a bit this morning – the reminded me that I had to get the dressing off today, how I can get behind myself to reach the gigantic plaster I didn’t know like.
I think I’ll ask the GP nurse to remove it in the morning when I go for me INR Warfarin blood tests. Then she can check it out at the same time?
The rain is coming heavier now.
Got carried away with doing some graphics in Coreldraw and Corelpaint to use later.
Finished me “It’s Been a Funny Life – Part 4” off and posted it.
Then felt the warm wet glow from me little Inch location… oh dear… went up to the bathroom to check it out. Boy was it bleeding. Wot-a-mess! Took me ages to get it to stop, I was nearing the stage of calling for help when it slowed down – no wonder they can’t get me INR levels right is it? Huh! Must remember to get some more pads soon.
Made another cuppa, the last one went cold. Tsk!
Started this diary off. Then looked at me notes about the dream:
I was on a boat on the Thames and had a water-pistol that looked like a stun-gun and was trying to row near enough to the Houses of Parliament to squirt the water at it?
Suddenly there were loads of attacks on me from helicopters, a submarine appeared nearby and fired their deck gun at me, a hurricane fighter dived at me machine-gunning and firing rockets at me, divers appeared at the side of me boat with their guns out, an aircraft carrier appeared in the distance approaching me, snipers from the roof were firing at me… in the middle of all this an air-ambulance dropped down telling me that I’d missed an appointment at the clinic – the then started throwing loaded syringes at me?
None of the attacks hit me, they just bounced off the frogman’s suit I was wearing?
Norman Wisdom was suddenly at my side singing something or other, then led me down some steps under the boat… not sure what happened next, but I found myself in a giant cave with a stream running through it, with giant Centipedes, each playing several guitars at the same time?
I became aware that I was wearing me old TA denims.
Odd, even for me this one was…
Started doing some shredding and sorting.
Weary now, I made me nosh and got me head down really early.
Baked tatties with butter and Himalayan pink mountain salt, ham sandwich, bananas, and a mini-roll – followed my last tub of strawberry & vanilla ice-cream.
Sprang awake at 0300hrs and lay there fretting and pondering on how I was going to get any sorting done today – GP INR Warfarin level tests at the GP surgery at noon today.
Gloomy this morning.
Got some sorting done and rubbish to the bin, and put me ironing board outside with someone elses give-aways near their garage.
Made a cuppa, then thought I’d photograph the give-away stuff with me ironing board amongst them a few minutes later – and me ironing board had gone already!
At this time in the morning (0414hrs).
Did the header for this diary and Facebooked a while – soon feeling guilty and started to do some much-needed shredding.
While sorting out in the kitchen I came across a net of Marmite cheese that had fallen behind some rubbish – I’d tell you the sell-by date but as Victor Mildrew nearly used to say in his ‘One Foot in the Grave’ shows: “You wouldn’t believe it!”
Pressed on with sorting and shredding again.
Had a wash shave and changed and set off for the GP surgery.
Had me blood test and chin-wag with the Obergruppenführer… I mean Surgery Nurse.
When I left the rain was a-falling.
I’d hoped to get a walk into town in, but caught the bus instead. Thank heavens for me free pensioners bus-pass!
When I arrived in town the Nottingham Citizenry were proving their ability to cross the lights against the red lighted pedestrian signal, yet again. This them it had been on red for a good while, and a bus came around the corner and tapped his horn and one of the illegal crosses of the road actually put his two fingers up to the bus driver!
Visit Nottingham, the Queen of the Midlands the advert says. Hehe!
I had a good long walk around Nottingham taking photographs of certain areas so I could make a post “Nottingham Then and Now” with photographs from the past and today of the same things later.
Good job I didn’t walk to town, because by the time I’d finished trekking all over the City me feet and knees were killing me.
I called in the Nottingham Transport shop to ask what number bus does the route between Nottingham and Woodthorpe Park where the new flat is situated, and where it goes from in town.
After the lady consulted a map and the other Maidenoberführerin… I mean assistants, she suggested I go to Broad Marsh (Which I trudged through earlier on me photo-hunt) and ask there.
Peeved a little, I called in the Nottingham information Centre under the Council House and asked them – within 5 minutes they had given me the location, the number and a map.
I staggered (Well the knees were really bad, I knew summat was in the wind weather-wise) up to the bus stop and caught the bus back to the hovel.
When I got off the bus the flipping wind was howling and folk were struggling to walk against it, and it went really dark as the rain started to trickle down a bit with it.
Called in the Co-op and got some of their bread-thins to have with me later re-planned nosh tonight.
I was going to have the last of me BBQ Chicken with some mashed spuds – but when I got back to the flea-pit, put the kettle on, got the chicken out of the fridge – it was passed it’s sell-by date – I know that feeling Haha!
So it’ll be Sliced potatoes in onion sauce and sausages from the freezer later – I added some black-bean cooking sauce?
Don’t know where the desserts came from…
I wasn’t up to doing any more sorting so updated this diary… and ate two mini-swiss rolls.
Ate me nosh then did some Facebooking.
Despite me feeling tires I had a heck of job getting to sleep – Tsk!
Woke at 0530hrs, Porcelain visitation a lot easier this morning.
In the dreams I’d had, one about Patti Berkert I could remember bits of: Patti, Lynton and I were in a giant teepee – Patti wearing exotic native Indian head-wear telling me off for something or other, Lynton kept hitting me with a purple coloured bamboo cane whenever I spoke… inside with us were a giant typewriter, an artists easel and a Monopoly game? That’s all I can recollect. But it gave an the idea for a graphic for Patti. Which I managed to get done later and posted this off to Facebook and Patti.
Down, laptop on, made a cuppa, fed the pigeons and took me morning medications and changed me dressing, managing with ultimate ease to bang missen on the head on the corner of the cupboard door – I believe I might have swore! Oh poetry!
Started this diary off and did header in Coreldraw x7.
Then I worked on something I’ve been planning for ages now – a graphicalisation of Patti Bekert in Native Indian clobber. This took three hours, up to now, but I really wanted to do it and hope cross-fingered that Patti likes it.
I’ve put Lynton on this version being as he had the nerve to come into me dreams… Tsk!
As I was finishing off the graphic making new pains shot across me chests – I don’t think it’s the angina this time. My reflux valve that is normally protruding has disappeared from view and feel as well, no lumpy extrusion? Just a sight or feel of any raised bits?
Today I must go to the GP surgery to book me INR Warfarin blood level test with the surgery nurse, and take some nibbles to the Launderette gal. Thursday going to the hospital with Pete to have his skin cancer cut out and tested again. Friday it’s my turn to have the same at the same place. Friday I must also go to the City Homes and Guinness Homes in search of sheltered housing at a price I can afford.
I’d better get myself ready now, and get off. Spit and polish time then…
It’s the first time I’ve passed the St Johns graveyard during the day and found no dogs in it – thought I’d mention it like.
Plodded on to the GP surgery where I asked the receptionist for an appointment early on Tuesday so I could keep me appointment with Steve from Age UK Concern about viewing the flats available.
After much ado, I settled for one on the Monday (A day early like)
Nipped to the launderette and gave the gal her nibbles.
Then, off to the bus-stop to go to town…
Oh dear oh dear oh dear! No bus-pass in me pocket and the zip on the pocket was down!
A quickish hobble back to the dump and search for it was fruitless!
So, I walk into town was called for in an effort to see if it has been handed into the City Transport Travel centre, where I got it from in the first place.
So off down Mansfield Road and through the City Centre and to South Parade where the centre is.
A little further on, and this young git of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist actually caught my left arm/shoulder as he belted by me!
They keep coming don’t they! Tsk!
I don’t think he even knew he’s done it as he just carried on threatening the other pedestrians as he disappeared into the distance.
Down and across into Clinton Street and bravely through the milling crowds I continued on me quest.
Down and around the back of the Nottingham Council House, and right onto South Parade and down to the City Transport offices to see if me bus-pass had been handed in and how to get a new one if not.
It’s near the tram stop and Betfred bookies, just passed the pub.
I went in and explained the situation to the lady, who took me details and checked to see if it had been handed in.
It hadn’t – and I asked her if I should try the Transport Centre in Broadmarsh. She said “No point, they usually get handed in here, and we can do nothing about re-issuing you with one until 48 hours has passed from your losing it!” I explained that it was over 24 hours now – but she didn’t seem too interested and told me call back in a day.
So I poddled down to Broadmarsh anyway, being stubborn and worried like.
En route there was a five man street entertainment band giving out some jazz near Marks & Spencers.
Had things not been so hectic and me worried about me bus-pass I might have donated a bit and stopped to listen to them.
I got to Broadmarsh bus-station and into the Transport centre there.
I explained things to the lady there – and she said there would be a £10 replacement charge if I needed one, and took me details and went to check.
She has lovely smile on her face when she returned – with the Bus-Pass!
Someone had handed it in – boy was I glad! Good job I didn’t take the advice from the other woman on South parade innit?
Me feet and knees were hurting badly now – but somehow I didn’t mind.
I limped back through to the City Centre slab square and waited for a tram so I could go to Bulwell to see if they had any cheapo microwave sausages in stock yet.
I was going to take photo of a family playing in the fountains.
But being as another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came into view, I took her instead.
Swiped me treasured Bus-pass on the machine and waited the arrival of the tram.
Not never seen owt like it when it arrived – I nearly got mangled in the flood of aggressive passengers storming it to get on! Cor blimey, talk about risky business!
I got into Bulwell and visited some shops that might have had the sausages in stock that I wanted, but no.
I took a Bling photo for the folk on TFZ.
Then back to the bus station and caught the bus home to Carrington.
A few yobs lurking now the better weather is here. Tsk!
WC’d made a cuppa, and marinated me baked beans with Patti’s curried bean additions ready for me nosh of beans and bacon later.
Updated me Google diary with the appointments I’d made during the day.
Then updated this ‘ere diary.
Aching legs and feet, but so happy to and grateful to whoever handed in me bus-pass.
Got up to make a cuppa and boy did I have a dizzy spell – alright now, but I must inform the nurse on Monday about the increase in severity and frequency of these.
By gum I enjoyed me nosh tonight!
Varied the ingredients in the curried beans a bit this time:
1 pinch curry powder – Worcestershire sauce – half teaspoon Unrefined brown sugar – black pepper – BBQ Tomato ketchup – sultanas – basil and caramelised red onion relish. Not bad at all. Rated it: 8/10. Mind you, the bacon was Gammon misshapes this time.
Going upstairs had a dizzy at the top and I went over. All okay though, banged me elbow that’s all. I’m hoping there will be no more Whoopsiedangleplops for a while now.
Woke up to find I’d nodded off with the laptop left on and me bent over it, the light on and a little disorientated.
Amazing but I could not remember dreaming at all last night.
I stirred and did me BP test:
Sys 163 – Dia 88 – Pulse 80 – Temp 32.3 Looks right to me, must remember to take the log with me when I go to see the Obergruppenführer Nurse this morning at the GP surgery for me INR level tests.
Took a photo of the gloomy sky when I went down to make a cuppa.
Noticed the notes I’d left to remind me what to do today: GP nurse INA 0915hrs – Take BP log, take nibbles – Go to Hospice shop with what I can carry there – Fetch medication from chemist – Fetch reading glasses from boots – Try to do some more clearing up – Nurse coming 1530hrs injection maybe? Call to see BJ. (I got two done)
Now all I have to do is lose the list. Hehe!
Onto the porcelain expecting another slow painful session- but it was alright this time.
Started to finish yesterday’s diary – Laptop mouse sticking a bit? Got it posted and started off this diary.
Coreldraw9 froze again when I was creating this header.
I sat here thinking (Dangerous that I know!)IFI get in this flat – what how do I need to get it right – Curtains, hard bed, fridge-freezer, carpets etc… I’ve got none of these things here, or they are so old and dilapidated they can’t be used again… then I thought: “Hang on mush, you ain’t got it yet, why punish yerself wiv worrying abarght it now?” Of course there was no one to answer me.
I wish sometimes my mind could be turned off to gimme some rest – but no doubt there are millions of proletariats just like wot I am thinking the same? Hey-ho!
Got another urgent call to the porcelain throne – boy have things changed quickly… the runs starting now! Bogglesplonkunblow!
Got missen titivated and set of to the GP surgery with all me gear needed.
I was soon with the nurse – having to explain everything again. She was busy and said she was only allotted a few minutes for each patient, not nasty like, nicely.
Felt guilty asking her about me painful but not seen boil on me bum, she had a quick look and couldn’t see any boil?
Then asked to have a quick look at me BP log reading, she said a few high but others okay.
Then she took me INR blood test and recorded various details on the computer.
Then she gave me the injection into me ticker.
She seemed in a good mood when I left, despite patients waiting to see her being held up my me.
I walked to the chemist to collect me monthly prescriptions, but they weren’t ready. Call back in late afternoon he said. Summat else to forget there!
I’d hoped to get to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop with some bags but decided I’d never do that and collect me Prescriptions in time to get back in time for the nurses visit.
So I set off on me walk into the City Centre to visit the EE shop for guidance on me ‘orrible new mobile phone and collect me new spectacles. (Yes I lost the other pair!)
The usual collection of Nottingham Pavement Cyclist en-route.
At least this ‘erbert didn’t go over against the lights.
A bit further on there was an altercation going on outside one of the ’24 hour Continental Shop’ – I kept wobbling on not wanting to get involved like, there was a good few fellers involved so no photographicalisationing there.
I know when not to get involved and this looked like such a situation.
I saw the police vehicles with blues and twos going as they passed me on the way to the incident.
I poddled on through Milton Street and across into Clumber Street and down to the EE shop.
Being earlyish there was no customers in the shop and I approached the ankle-snapper assistant who actually yawned when he greeted me.
I asked him if he could show me how to store numbers in the phone and he toyed with it for a few minutes then said – you don’t do it on contacts on this phone (Which he’d just learnt by trying to do so and failed)
He then went through the People option, so quick I had to ask him to do it again so I could write it down. what I ended up with was Press Phone – People – Plus sign – Microsoft account – Type -Disc sign… very helpful… I’ll try it when I get time.
I then asked him how I changed the ring tone and made it louder – his fingers flashed, beeps beeped and within seconds he’s handed it back to be saying “Done that, anything else I can help you with?” as he looked at the ceiling?
I thanked him and got the standard half-hearted “Have a good day” from him. Not the choice of words I fancied that he wanted to say like.
As I walked through the City Centre to go to Boots Opticians I spotted these mannequins in a shop window with the writing: ‘The Groom Goes Free’ – there are some who would not agree with that methinks Hehe.
So up passed the Tram Stop and up to the top of Friar Lane and into Boots Opticians shop.
The spectacles were not ready. (Well fancy that I thought)
I thought I’d taken a photograph of the new stalls appearing in the slab square as I crossed it on me way to Trinity Square.
I hadn’t.
It was supposed to be of the Ostrich steak thingy… this is what I actually took? – Tsk, Twit!
Up to Trinity Square and took a photograph of the upmarket very expensive massive new Harvest Restaurant – you can see how popular it is with the Nottinghomians massed eating al-fresco can’t you?
And this was lunchtime on a Friday too.
Fed the pigeons some seed and meal-worms.
Then wandered painfully down Trinity Walk towards the bus-stop.
The feet and knees had joined the mystery boil in giving me some pain now.
Around the corner and more Nottingham Pavement Cyclist, bless em.
I decided to divert and call at Tesco in the Victoria centre to get some bread, tomatoes and apples while I was in town.
I got a call on the phone but the sunlight prevented me seeing the answer button and it stopped before I could find it. I had a look when I got inside the centre but couldn’t tell which one it was that I’d missed – eventually I found two missed calls with no number to ring back on – Tsk!
Into Tesco.
Came out with me tomatoes and Cox’s apples and a Cheese and Caramelised Tear and Share bread? Looked good to me, and it was £1 on offer.
It’s a complete mystery to me how those two fresh cream strawberry Jam doughnuts could possibly have found there way into me shopping bag!
An total enigma, conundrum and puzzle that is.
Managed to avoid this Pavement Cyclistess who actually made a beeline towards me after I’d taken the photograph!
In ever increasing pains from me bum-boil and feet I made me way to the bus-stop and caught one back to Carrington and the flea-pit.
As I walked down the street to the house, a chap loading his van informed me that two nurses had called to see me and were concerned I wasn’t in. I thanked him.
Realising they must have been me missed call. They had left landline contact numbers yesterday so I called on day time one – engaged, so I made a cuppa and put me things away and tried again – engaged.
Call to the porcelain answered.
I started to update this diary and then tried calling them again and got through. They were not sure if I needed another Anoxiparin injection and I explained I’d had one this morning got at the GP, and I was not in because they told me you would arrive at 1500hrs? She said to wait in near the phone in case they call me with the result of today’s test from the hospital, then we’d know, and to give them a call at 1500hrs either way.
I did mention earlier that’s it getting confusing didn’t I? Haha!
An hour later it got even more confusing!
I got me Anticoagulant Therapy result back through the door at 1230hrs! How they did that so quickly I don’t know! It usually takes 1/2 days – it must be serious this time eh! – Tsk! It says to start Enoxaparin shots and to take 3 Warfarin for 3 days then follow the guide on the form.
Then I saw the date… it was for the tests earlier not this morning’s, it said my next Test Date was today… really confusing now innit?
The lid on me new cheapo Asda flask broke so I’d used me expensive one like. But it didn’t keep me tea warm?
Hey-ho!
I rang the District Nurse as instructed. I told her about the Coagulation result form coming back on the same number I rang earlier. Of course I didn’t get the nurse I got a receptionist – so, as me call allowance on the phone dwindled I had to explain things again and got put through to another nurse – explained things to her. She said she would make arrangements for a night nurse to call around 8 to 10 o’clock and give me the injection but if I get the results from the QMC and I did not need them, ring back and let them know ASAP.
I usually get me head down early to avoid seeing the yobboes.
Great!
I made sure me phone was in me pocket in case the QMC rang me with the results and made me way to the chemist to try once again to get me monthly prescription medications, what a day of failed futilities! Hehe!
Set off down to the chemists, the kids were coming out of school – not that that stops any Nottingham Pavement Cyclists from belting passed the school gates. He was In the distance before I got me camera out but he’s there, the Git!
Through the twitchell and as I turned right into Mansfield Road – another unthinking Nottingham Pavement Cyclist caught on camera.
This time an idiot in High School uniform with a Scooterist in tow with him.
Down to the Chemist and asked about me monthly medications – they told me it was the remainder of the Exonaparin syringes that had arrived that they were short of on me prescription for them yesterday. Well that’s put the pan in the fire with the District Nurses, who had naturally thought that because they had seven syringes had arranged for 7 to be given – now we find they’re two more, now I’ve got go through all that explaining on the phone again… That is if me call-credit doesn’t run out first! Huh!
Said me farewells after giving them some nibbles and thanking them and popped into the Co-op to see if they had any pickled beetroots in.
They hadn’t, not that that stopped old spendy-boy here from spending. They had some Cheese and caramelised onion scones and some packs of mixed leaf greens… I weakened again.
Got back to the tip and made me healthy nosh fer the night:
Petit Pois, cheese & onion scones, lettuce, seaweed, tomatoes, cheese and caramelised onion bread, sweet pork loin and followed that by having one of the amazing jump-in-the-bag-on-their-own-accord Tesco Fresh Cream Strawberry doughnuts.
Oh, and a Cox’s Apple.
And very enjoyable it was too – shame about no beetroot but there yer go.
An even bigger shame that I haven’t got any sorting out done – feel bad about that – but now, after a day of frustration and failure I am fully fatigued. But I’ve still got to go on and wait for the night nurse to come later, I’m drained but dare not go to sleep for fear of missing her.
Mind you, I don’t know if I should be having another injection or not yet?
I haven’t heard anything from the hospital Anticoagulation Therapy people – maybe I ought to ring the GP surgery before it closes and see if they have been informed… yes I will…hang on a moment please…
Well, I called them and they do not know either.
She said she would ring me back.
As I said earlier, Hey-ho! What a day.
So tired-out now… waiting, hoping to get the promised call back…
Did some Facebooking…
Read a bit of me D-Day book…
Did some more Facebooking…
Picking my nose now…
Going on YouTube to watch a film, no, no good can’t hear it on this laptop and dare not use the headphones for fear of missing a call from the GP or nurse. Tsk!…
Trying a game of Tetris now as I continue to wait…
Fed up now.
Scratched me bum and started me blind-boil stinging. Huh!
Made a cuppa.
Want to go to the porcelain but dare not in case I miss the nurse.
Went on BBC news site.
Feeling frustrated now and nervous.
Over five hours waiting for the promised return call from GP receptionist – hopes of getting one about nil now.
Nowt from the nurse either – checked that the mobile was on, it is.
Getting irritable now.
Getting really dark now.
Did some WordPress reading.
Aha… after just seven hours the nurse does cometh…
I explained the bother and failure I’d had in trying to find what my INR level tests from this morning were and if I needed the Anoxaparin injections still.
I was told in no uncertain terms that “Your having them anyway, cause it’s down on my sheet, two a day until Monday, now lift yer shirt up…”
Fair enough, I lifted up me shirt.
She did me and filled in the sheet and was off.
Tired and now depressed I was turning everything off and remembered I hadn’t eaten me cream cakes.
So I got upstairs and did! Hehehe!
Naughty but nice!
I started the laptop to finish this diary and get it posted – and the thing wouldn’t boot first time – turned her off and tried again and it took ages for it to load eventually – oh dear, hope it’s going to be alright next time.
Well, one of me most frustrating days for yonks is coming to a close – thank gawd for that!
