Friday 26th August 2016
0405hrs: Gae up trying to sleep and struggled out of the not-working-again £300 second-hand recliner chair and to off for a WRHD. Not a pleasant experience this morning.
Took the medications with some orange juice, and got the things ready for the laundry room visitation. During which the first Whoopsiedangleplop of the day took place.
I was reaching into the cupboard and had a little dizzy spell, and caught the stack of storage bins and over they went!
What a mess!
I believe I might have said something like “Oh, dear me, fancy that!”
Clean it up as I muttered some obscenities.
0425hrs: Down to the washing room and got the machine going. The place was in a bit of a state. Back to the flat.
0505hrs: Down to the laundry room and got the clothes into the… wait for it… New Drying Machine! At last, after waiting for about nine weeks, we now have two dryers again. I was surprised to see it was a similar model to the one that conked out, and they could not get the spare part to mend it cause it was so aged? The drum appeared a lot larger on this one. Got it going and returned to the apartment again.
An hour to wait so I got the vegetables prepped and in the Crock-Pot. Fresh garden peas, tomatoes, carrots, peppers, onions, turnips and parsnips. I added tomato puree, salt, vegetable seasoning and then added some Oregano – Whoopsiedangleplop number two here: The lid came off the Oregano pot, and the contents all went in me vegetable stew!and
I said something like (Not really, though, it was something a little more vitriolic) “Oh dearie me, I seem to be having an error-ridden morning, ah-well!”
0605hrs: This was quickly followed by Whoopsiedangleplop number three. I started to clean and clear properly, where the bins had fallen earlier and clouted my head on the draining board as I bent down.
0615hrs: Checked the Crock-Pot, tried to get out as much of the Oregano as I could, and went down with some cleaning stuff to the laundry room to collect the washing. Titivated around and cleaned the soap in slots and trays and filters that had not been cleaned. Felt quite proud of myself at this point.
0625hrs: Back once more up to 72, opened the door, and boy did that Oregano pong! Stunk the place out.
I opened the window in the kitchen to let the aroma out.
Took a photo while hanging out of the window.
Can you spot something out of order in the picture on the left?
Naughty person. Hehe!
Put the clothes away, one pair of trousers had shrunk that much, I put it with the other stuff in the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop bag. I’ll take the bag down today, it’s nearly full now, mostly with things that have shrunk… alright then, things that no longer fit due to me increased flobby-body mass. Tsk! This encouraged me to get on the scales that were nearby… but that is a horror story you can do without. Ahem!
Made a cuppa and got the laptop on and set about finishing the Thursday post and starting this one.
Tried some Facebooking. Not too good, sticking a bit, but I got some done.
Did my ablutions, and called to see Olive on my way out. She was in good from considering, and this cheered me up no end.
Went to see if I could contact Deana bout the British Gas cock-up. She was not in today.
Caught the L8 bus into Sherwood and went to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop and unloaded the bag of clothing.
A lot of emergency vehicles running about Sherwood today.
Nipped in the shop and got some mushrooms to add to the Crock-Pot… the over Origami’d Crock-Pot. Got two cheese cobs as well.
Caught the bus back up to the flats and had a good chinwag with some other tenants en route.
The view from the kitchen window was very nice.
Not going to last long, though, I’m afraid.
Forecast heavy storms for tomorrow.Got in to find two letters in the box from British Gas!
Got in the apartment, to find two letters in the box from British Gas!
They had closed the proper account and made the …67 one, a new report adding £253 to the total making me in debt now for £375.38.
Confused now, I went on the internet to email Deana, and found she had sent me a copy of BG’s last email sent to her yesterday!
You can find this here: Updated British Gas record It’s a long detailed one. This addition is at the end of the post.
She will not be available to see me until next Tuesday to discuss the outcome and what tactics to adopt. Just my luck – holidays again! Tsk!
Put the fodder away, took the late medications and added the mushrooms to the Crock-Pot.
Updated this post and went on Facebook. Still sticking a bit, telling me I had not finished commenting when I had?
The food in the Crock-pot had to be sorted, to get rid of some of the juices. I added a tin of beef to it after draining and added a bit more black bean sauce, to weaken the Origami taste. NO! I mean the Oregano taste. Hope it is eatable as a stew with the cobs when I get it sorted. Tsk!
Well, I have to say that it came out as the most horrible tasting meal of the year! A failure of epic proportions, even after my assiduous day long efforts!
Within minutes of foolishly finishing eating this monstrous so-called edible creation, the stomach was rumbling, bodily winds were escaping from all extremities, and I felt that along with the dissatisfaction and worry of the unfair British Gas charging me affair, these should have been sufficient to ensure my suicide.
But, being a coward, I decided against any such intentions and put the goggle-box on, fell asleep and dreamed of me being pursued in tunnels by just about everyone.
Around 0200hrs, I sprang awake and struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and went to the door of the flat… why I did this I had no idea? Feeling rather foolish, I wandered between the door and the recliner chair a few time hoping the reason for me waking and going to the door might return to me. It didn’t, so feeling uncomfortable with my state of sanity, I climbed back into the recliner and spent an hour or so wondering what I might have been intending to do in going to the door?
I even remembered the Asda (Walmart) delivery was due twixt 0600 > 0800hrs. You know the one, that should have been delivered yesterday had I not forgotten and gone shopping at Asda – Humph, what a 
. Remembering this was probably helped by the great dirty sign I wrote on a large envelope and stuck it in front of the laptop screen?
Got my ablutions done early, no shower, though, it was too soon for that, all the noise it makes would have disturbed my neighbours. So a stand-up wash and shave – and I didn’t cut myself shaving?
So I hoovered it up and got onto sorting the delivery out. I’ve now got a full fridge, freezer and overflowing cupboards and floor!
Mansfield Road in Carrington to the Lidl store.
As I started off from the bus stop, I saw a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist coming down the hill at me. Happily freewheeling it down and not moving for any pedestrians, we moved out of his way! Luckily there were very few of us in his way today.
Until I stubbed my already hurting toe on a tree branch coming out above the ground.
Got the food going, roasting vegetables, (parsnips, carrots, red onions and potatoes) to have along beside a frozen something or other I had in the freezer without a box.
Nice looking morning today.
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Set off on me walk to Carrington and the surgery.
As I stood opposite Clinton Street, I thought what a typical view of Nottinghamians confronted me on the other side of the road at the lights.
Into the market and got the nuts. Then a walk into the city centre.
Nearly got hit by one of the oh, so numerous, dangerous and totally unconcerned about others Nottingham Pavement Cyclists on Upper Parliament Street as I made my way to the L9 bus-stop. The lady on the left was calling after the ignorant imbecile after he nearly clouted her!
Feeling mighty weary for some reason now. I called in to see Olive, but no answer. To the flat and had to decide what to have for the meal of the day.
Got a phone call from British Gas, an Asian-accented gentleman who I had the most difficulty in understanding, I think he got a bit annoyed with my asking him to repeat things so often. I think, this is roughly what took place:
So, now the leg water had declined, I’d had a WWHD surely I was ready to mount the dreaded scales…
Called at the bottle bank down the road and deposited the jars, then stood on the end corner viewing the allotment area.
When we got there, I acted gentlemanly and assisted the two ladies off the bus.
Here it is on the left.nosh
Unbelievable!
At the corner of Winchester Hill and Chestnut Walk, a clump of blackberry bushes sticking out and over the netting caught my attention, I just had to take a photographicalisation of it. The different stages of ripening all in the same shot.
As I got over the last hill and down to Carrington, a Pavement Cyclist was coming up the hill almost had me as he looked across the road instead of where he was going!
Down to the surgery and booked in, to the waiting area – Huh!, I’d not taken me crossword book with me! I selected a woman’s magazine and read about HRM. The nurse came to collect me early bless her, and she could not help herself when she saw the lump on my head – the nurse laughed so much, I thought she was gong to injure herself! We had a chinwag, and she took the blood, gave her the nibbles and I was off to the Lidl store.
Found this photo as I was downloading another from the camera. No idea why, how, when or even if I took it in the first place?
Decided to have the Brussels pate with mushrooms and garden peas with the potatoes for my fodder.
0600hrs: Jumped awake and in a right state physically and mentally. No idea when I’d nodded off last night, but for once I’d turned off the TV. Around me as clung precariously off the £300 second-hand recliner that refused to budge to let me out, but I got there. Hehe!
As I departed, the rain stopped.
The rain held off, and I took a photographicalisation of under the chestnut trees near to the pitch and putt course.
The legs and feet were well aching by the time I got down the gravel hill path and back to the flat. Wee-weeing being the most necessary activity when I got in.
Popped in to see the excellent Olive she was watching Wimbledon on her good sized TV. I bet she can read the subtitles on this one. Hehe!
was in not Deana. She called up British Gas and spent ages getting nowhere with then. They asked for the meter number, so I was sent back to the flat with a key opener to get in the box outside the apartment to find it.
Then they rang off while Julie was waiting again listening to the music!
A quick bit of Facebooking while it all cooked, well, the hashes and vegetables anyway.
To the throne, made a cuppa and got the laptop on. Did some graphicalisationing, Facebook, WordPress and emails. Then went on Google Maps to see where the Feet First Chiropodist was on Upper Parliament Street.
back in stock, they hadn’t, but they did have some After Eight Mints, so I got a box for Olive.
I went up and over the walk-over and took a photograph of the weather-beaten Nottinghamians below.
Checked the emails and Facebooked a while.
Said thanks and bid Julie and Deans farewell and back to the home… I like that word. On the way, I spotted three wood pigeons on the grass.
Went back up to get the mobile phone.
Called in the fruiterer’s, but they had no Cox’s apples. Up the hill and called in Wilko to get a bottle of Dettol lavender disinfectant, but they had none in stock!
Walked up and through Woodthorpe Park back to the flats and walked the last stint down through the copse.
The weather had gone a bit dark, and the sunshine weakened earlier when I was on Mansfield Road after I came out of the Co-op store.
Updated this and then dined well on, potato rostis, mushrooms. sweet peppers, onions in oil, diced salad beetroot with carrots and onions, tomatoes, mini pork pie and chicken thighs.
When I woke, I saw the kitchen towels with their blobs of blood at the side of the £300 second-hand creaking recliner and checked if the ear had stopped bleeding.
Took the medications with a cup of char.
I’d forgotten to take the camera and mobile with me so I couldn’t ring him up to see if he was alright. However, it was a good session today. Mainly gossiping with and listening to Toni, William and Eddie. I enjoyed it so much.
got some shopping while I was there. Wholemeal Irish Batch Bread, Honey yoghourts, two desserts, tomato puree and a TV paper for next week.
Observed that the bench near the stop had suffered even more damage that on Tuesday, again.
When I got off the bus, I meandered down towards the copse.
Got in, noticed the washing machines were free. Up to the flat and wee-wee’d lengthily, got the laundry down and in the washer.
But I managed to get the fodder prepared without any hiatus.