0400hrs: Stirred into life, found myself all distorted, half in-half out of the £300 second-hand recliner. The meals tray on the seat next to me from last night, the TV remote laying on my oversized belly, the headphones still on and one foot wrapped up tight and neatly around the throw that usually stays on the Ottoman? As I disentangled the throw from the foot, it made me jump a bit, cause the whole foot was blood red in colour. It soon turned to the usual grey/white with protruding blue veins and warped, bruised toes. This is not the limbs natural colouring.
I got on the recliner to get the slippers on and found I’d sat on the mobile phone. It still works though. (Phew).
Had a wee-wee.
0415hrs: Sudden decision to get the washing done. Don’t have a lot of it to do, but thought better do it now, for the EQ informed me of Accifauxpas and or Whoopsiedangleplops were developing for an attack shortly! (It’s never wrong, you know!)
Assembled the washing things and down to the laundry room.
Took the camera with me to take a photograph of outside with the rain glistening.
Noticed the new signs on the board and took a picture of them instead.
The top one, the Door Mats for Sale handwritten one, I laughed out loud when I saw it! Wish I’d thought of doing that. Hehe!
The second one, from Obergefrieter Jenny about the moving of the bus stop even further from our Court, and why, due to the accident.
Finally, one about someone parking across two car spaces. It might be someone using a wheelchair who needs extra space to get in and out of the vehicle? Though I don’t know of anyone that I’ve seen with one.
Or, of course, one of the many alcoholics who struggle to park their car? Haha!
Into the laundry room and realised I had not taken the liquid soap capsules with me, Tsk! Back up to collect them, down again and got the washer going.
Up again to the apartment and took a photo of the morning view from there. Odd cloud formations?
To the Porcelain Throne, no bother. Did the Health Checks and took the medications: Sys 158, Dia 76, Pulse93, Temperature 34.6 & Weight 14.75 – not bad?
0530hrs: Down yet again to the laundry room.
Swapped the clothing from the washing machine into the dryer.
Took a photograph I meant to earlier of the glistening rain covered area outside the flats.
Back to the apartment, had a wee-wee and got the computer going to start finishing off the Friday diary. Refilled the pots ready for the next laundry session. Back to the Porcelain Throne, and oh boy, was Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding! Had to use the antiseptic to stop the flow – Sting? It stung! Hehehe!
0555hrs: Down once more to the laundry room.
Took this picture of outside the foyer doors, getting lighter now, still drizzling with rain.
Got the clothes out of the dryer and folded and put in the bag.
Hit my head on the spinner’s door. Tsk!
Cleaned both machines and filters.
Thought I heard a noise, something like glass breaking for a moment. Had a look around outside and up at the flat windows, but could see nothing untoward.
Back up yet again to the home. Had a wee-wee. Checked out Haemorrhoid Harold, still leaking, but far less now. Cleaned things up again. Got the
Got the airing cupboard filled with the washed clothing.
As I got the last of the Anya potatoes into the Slow-Crock-Pot.
Things were looking brighter outside now. Still the odd cloud formations, though, but a lot brighter.
The Copse looking so beautiful, too.
Got the diary finished and started this one off.
Did some WordPress reading, checked Emails. 2 hours.
Went on Facebooking. 2 hours.
Doing some catch-up prep work on CorelDraw 2017 (1½ hours) when Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Steven and Duodenal Donald all came on at the same time. Impossible to concentrate.
Did the Health Checks, took the medication and got the fodder served up.
0500hrs: I woke up and lay there in a ruminative mood, pondering over the missing ailments and pains this morning. Very odd this, my EQ was telling me that something was in the wind of a medical nature on the way?
On the plus side, missing from action at this moment are, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Craig Cramps, Shaking Shaun, Reflux Roger and Harry Hernia! This, I found unnaturally discerning, unsettling and oddly perturbing. At least Haemorrhoid Harold and Dizzy Dennis were both in attendance. Hehe!
This reminded me of the visit from the District Nurse today. Enoxaparin injections time again.
I passed some wind and extracted myself from the crumb covered £300 second-hand recliner, making a mess on the carpet and Ottoman as I did so. A closer inspection of the suspicious particles of food as I got them cleared up, revealed they were from Marmite Crispbread? I cannot remember eating any of these… although as I pondered on this, a faint flavour of Marmite came from the back of the throat. Hehe!
Took the stuff into the bins in the kitchen, and found a tell-tale sign of my overnight crime. Guilty, Tsk!
Eventually, I got to the Porcelain Throne, and things went moderately well with that.
A bit of bleeding and stinging from the rear.
Haemorrhoid Harold and Dizzy Dennis both put in an appearance at the same time.
Dennis was a bit persistent, but he eased off later.
Got the kettle on the boil and did the Health Checks: Sys159, Dia77, Pul91, Temp 31.2 and weight 14.7, no hassle here?
Made a mug of tea and took the morning medications. Still a modicum of concern as to why the other ailments have not been in attendance yet? Uncomfortable sensation this, I can tell you. Haha!
I opened the kitchen window to take this shot of the beautiful Copse and lower field.
Very windy now compared to earlier.
The mind was a bit unintelligible even to me. I kept veering from one thought about ailments lets say, then what time would the nurse be arriving, it is only a booster so she could call at any time, so I’m stuck indoors again until she does. Feeling guilty, because I forgot to phone Sister Jane yesterday, Little Inchy was becoming sore. Then to what fodder I was going to have?
Thoughts all over the place and coming rapidly? Am I going bonkers? No, I think I’m there already. Hehehe!
Took a peek at the three vegetarian meals I’d got on offer from Sainsbury’s yesterday, and opted for the Cottage Pie to have today. But with how my brain was at that moment, anything could change. Craig Cramps and Arthur Itis visited as I did so. Reassuring in a way this, but I do not know why for sure?
Got the computer on and finalised the Thursday diary and got it posted off.
Started this one going up to here, then checked the Emails. Then did some WordPress reading.
Heard some odd noises, so I had a look out of the kitchen window. Sadly, it was the workmen removing the soil from where they have dug up the Chestnut Trees!
Had a wee-wee.
One Email from Coopers offered a discount voucher worth £10 if I made an order over £40 by tonight. Had a decker at the page and put one in. Fool!
Went of Facebooking for a few hours.
No sign of the nurse yet, so I had a wee-wee, made a mug of tea and went on CorelDraw 2017 to work on the graphics to use later on a TFZer series.
The nurse arrived all of a flutter, injections done, paperwork done and off again, all within the space of a few minutes. Busy gal. A lovely bruise where she rushed the job, but no pain or bother.
Did the ablutions and got ready for a hobble into Sherwood to get some bread and a bit of exercise.
On Winchester Street Hill, it looks as if the recent rain had brought on the blackberries nicely.
Down and into Sherwood, where I made a bit of a faux-pa at the bank. The sunshine was dazzling and hard to read the screen on the money machines, and I noticed what I thought was another one in the bank. I’ll use that one, I thought.
Went in, put my card in and suddenly realised that the machine was for deposits only! Der! I had to ask a chap if he could retrieve the card for me. Totally embarrassed, I burbled some rubbish about my going to put money in and realised I’d forgot to bring the cash with me. Red face developed! Luckily the man sorted it for me and got it back from the machine. I did feel a right fool!
Out and got some money from the machine and walked over and up to the Continental shop. Jar of Chinese mushrooms, sliced pork, small sliced loaf and cheese & mushroom portions purchased.
Up the hill towards the bus stop and called in the Co-op store and got some small bananas. Then further up and into the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, donated the old coins to them. Apparently, they must worth a fair bit, cause they made a fuss of me for the first time ever.
To the bus stop and Frank arrived as I was doing the crossword book. He seemed a little uptight and not like his usual self. His other-half sent him, Obergrefreiteress Jenny, to fetch a new computer and was returning it to her. He was probably, a bag of nerves in case he’d got something wrong?
As I hobbled along Chestnut Walk passing the works, after getting off the bus, I cheekily asked a workman if he would loosen the lid on the mushrooms for me. He struggled a bit but did it for me bless him.
Into the lift and up to the flat, had a wee-wee and put the fodder away.
Got the food on the cook and did the Health Checks and took the medications with the meal.
The vegetarian Shepherds pie was sprinkled with cheese on top and put in the oven with some potato letters (Waffles).
Got a few burnt finger edges taking the tray out of the oven.
Added beetroots, garden peas, Chinese mushrooms and tomatoes and soon I had devoured it with much relish and delight to the taste-buds.
Excellent flavour from the Shepherds pie.
Got the TV on and fell asleep with the empty tray still on the chair next to the recliner.
Woke after about an hour and thought it was morning at first.
Off to visit the Porcelain Throne, Haemorrhoid Harold was playing up badly, but very little bleeding.
Nibbled some Lemon Wafers… well, I ate them all. (Guilt!)
Nodded off again, plate still laying there on the other chair. Had a dream, something about my designing a necklace in gold and emeralds and a lady very pleased with efforts, I think she offered me a job, I was very happy… that’s all I recall.
0400hrs: Much waking up overnight, kept going back to a similar dream from when I had the shop, all doom and gloom with re-lived spectacular failures.
Up for a wee-wee. Made the tea. Health Checks the next priority. (Thought I’d start with some poetry, Hehe!)
Sys 160, Dia 78, Pulse 91, Temp’ 31.8f and Weight 14.82; Not bad at all?
Checked on the web. Looks like rain, to say the least.
0600hrs: It’s all dry outside at the moment, Although looking somewhat threatening all the same. The wind is getting up too.
Started to write this diary up to here, then to finished off yesterdays.
Boy, then did the ailments all kick-off together? After such a good day yesterday, they were back with a vengeance.
Within about 20 minutes, more arrived. Not many of them missed me. It started with the Rumbling Grumbling Innards, suddenly from nowhere attacking. The other infirmities had obviously got jealous. Hehe! Duodenal Donald (The worst of them all this morning), Reflux Roger and Anne Gyna joined them then.
I knew something like this would happen. After such an easy pain-wise day, the EQ told me I would suffer later. Humph!
Checked and responded to the Emails and did some WordPress reading.
CorelDraw opened, and a new TFZer graphic started off.
0841hrs: Had a wee-wee and nipped out on the balcony to take a photograph.
The new camera has a lens that’s too large to stick through the bird netting square.
It was beginning to look a bit more likely for some rain to come now.
Back to the graphicalisationing. The most difficult part of doing the work can be the preparation. Searching for png file that you like and want to use, downloading it, doctoring and saving it converted into CPT format, then deleting the original png file. Takes ages to do just one, and I am looking for 20 or more. Still, nice when they are done properly and can be used later.
Hours later the towels arrived from Amazon, and I got a double sided letter through the door.
I assume this to be the one in the communal passageway to the three flats. (Bottom)
I hope it is anyway, but the other two tenants still have theirs outside the doors?I could lose my £100 Good Tenants Reward.If
I could lose my £100 Good Tenants Reward.
If I do not remove it in 24hrs, she says she’ll be returning to check, they will remove it and maybe charge me for doing so.
I cannot see anything about doormats on the list of rules on the back of the page. Must be included in another word in there.
Bit worried now.
All to do with Fire Precautions.
All of the flats I’ve seen have one outside their door, and this one was left by Margaret, the previous tenant.
Feeling down, depressed and a little rattled by this. Surely, the woman could have just put a note on the board and told us more clearly face to face, and use threats if we then failed after having it explained to us? Anyway, I’ve moved it indoors now. So in the event of fire; If I do trip over it, this will be inside the door instead of outside the door. Humph!
I have no problem with the actions demanded, just the way they were intoned.
Got the dinner on and opened the packet with the towels in that had arrived.
Of course, one of the packets had split open, and I had the pills of towels all over the place. Tsk!
The 100 pills paid for in the split bag, added up to 94. Unless there are more, I cannot find from when they scattered on opening?
Getting niggly am I now!
Did more prep work for the next TFZer graphic series.
The fodder was ready to be served up, it took so long with the fingers playing-up, that it was cold by the time I’d got it served up. So I popped it back into the oven, luckily I’d had to use the pot dish to contain the extra gravy, and got it warmed through a bit before consuming it.
Beef pie, beef and gravy (canned), garden peas boiled potatoes, made and added some caramelised onion gravy and sliced some beetroot to have with it. Excellent results despite the rewarming being needed.
Did the Health Checks. And guess what?
A Whoopsedangleplop! with the pain-gel. It’s hard to believe, I know, me having an Accifauxpa isn’t it? The tube tip split as I was applying it to the knees, and shot a jet of it straight into one of my slippers. Missed everything else, just in the footwear.
It’s a comfort to know that despite the slipper having to be thrown away, it didn’t die in pain. Hahaha!
I forgot to record the readings of the checks, so did them again after consuming the fodder. Looked alright, but maybe the temperature was a little low at 28.8f – Then again, surely being too high is the thing to fret about?
Trying to watch the TV when I settled down, was even more ridiculous than usual. Why I bothered trying to watch anything confused even me. A minute awake, ten asleep, two awake, five asleep, fifteen asleep, five awake… on and on it went like this, with me stubbornly determined to try and stay awake to watch things I had no interest in seeing?
0400hrs: Woke up remembering all the appointments for the day… well, alright then. I saw the note I’d left myself hanging over the TV screen, then I remembered. Hehe!
Off to the Throne for a heavy duty session. A satisfyingly hassle free event.
Did the sample for the CDH tests later with (I hope, Nurse Nichole) at the surgery and carefully closed the cap on the bottle and put it into the bag with the nibbles and Hearing Aid box for the Specsavermeeting and fitting at 1030hrs.
I almost let myself put the kettle on, realised I was to have only water and no fodder until after the tests. A mug of water to take the medications with. Health Checks were done: Sys159, Dia 76, Pulse 92, Temp, 31.3, Weight 14.81 (Whoops!)
Made up the last weeks record to take with me for Nurse Nichol.
I’m missing my cup of tea, and it will be a while until I can get one. Must set out earlier than usual to get to the pharmacist for the prescriptions, then to the Sherrington Surgery for the CDH tests with the nurse for 0930hrs, then to town for the Specsavers hearing aid collection and fitting.
Made a start on this diary to here, then got the Monday one finalised and posted off.
Email and WordPress reading was done.
Brother-in- law Pete had emailed a photograph of some flying ants as they emerged from the lawn in his garden early last night.
The poor old males, just out of their chrysalises in search of sex and their death follow. Tsk! Good photo.
Had a wee-wee.
Facebooked a while.
Tended to the ablutionalisational activities. Listening to the radio while in the shower and they issued a Yellow Weather Warning for tonight and tomorrow… torrential rains and winds it said. Such a beautiful sunny morning today, as well.
Set out on my walk into Carrington to the chemist and then the CHD checks at the doctors.
Chinwag in the foyer and another.
Nice!
Down Winchester Street an left up and over the hill and down into Carrington. Only the feet were giving me any bother at this stage.
Called into the newspaper shop and bought a TV magazine for next week. Why I bother bemuses me, I’m only going to fall asleep ain’t I? Hehe!
On to the pharmacy and picked up the prescriptions from grumpy.
Out and back up the hill to the surgery.
I had Oberaufseherin Nurse Ann deal with me today! But I didn’t flinch or show too many signs of fear. Quite proud of myself actually. She soon had me done and gave me a few lectures about my not eating fatty foods, foods high in Vitamin K, white bread, and to stop missing my medications. She added that I must keep up with my walks (Hobbles), and it is essential that I apply the pain gel at least twice a day on my hands and fingers.
She released me. I gave her some nibbles, thanked her and ran out. (Well, I limped quickly-ish. Haha!)
Went tot he bus stop and caught a bus to the City Centre. Only one seat was available, a pull-down side one. Unfortunately, this meant I sat facing an appealingly well built young callipygian lady, and this got things that are now aged beyond getting excited, excited! Not good news for Little Inchy.
Luckily we were soon in town. I limped down King Street towards the slab square.
Hobbled through the amusements and eateries over to South Parade and left onto Lister Gate, where the Specsavers are located.
Realised I was still a little early, so went back to the Slab Square where I took some more photographicalisations of the Nottingham beach area.
Back towards the store. Took a walk into the alleyway where I spotted the sign about the Hotel/Motel the other day.
Did not find out if there was anything else, cause a gang of people at the far end gave me stares that were not conducive to any possible socialising activities.
But there is a French restaurant in there as well.
Into the Specsavers, to be greeted by an assistant, and told through gritted teeth to take a green coloured seat… or was it blue? (I think she recognised me as the complainee?)
Shortly a young chap came out and led me into a treatment room. The man briefly mentioned the incident I had complained about, saying it will not happen again.
He was patient and polite and set up the audio for each ear.
Explaining things as he went along.
Some stuff I had misconstrued and had misconceptions about came to light. (Fancy that).
First the blue on left one and red on the other earpiece, I always believed indicated red for the left ear (My way of remembering – Red left – Labour) and for the Right Blue (My way of remembering- Tory – Right). Now I know it is the opposite. Tsk!
Also, the little thing sticking out looking something like a little Ariel on the new ones; is not an Ariel but something to grab onto to pull them out of the lug-hole!
He tweaked some things to suit my hearing even better and made another appointment for two weeks on, for Tuesday 1st August at 1030hrs.
Thanked him and gave him some nibbles.
The hearing was good when I left the shop. I had just missed the bus, so went for a hobble around to kill the 55 minutes until the next one arrived.
Walked up Clumber Street, surprisingly few shoplifters out today.
Around and back to the slab square, where the beach had been abandoned for some reason?
No idea why.
It was grand to be able to hear others a bit with these new hearing aids in, though.
I got closer and picked up a few words the folks who had been evacuated from the beach had gathered. Police incident and be back on it in a bit. By the time I had gone a few more yards on, they were being shepherded back onto the beach.
I did not see any officers of the law around.
As I left on my way up to the bus stop, I spotted this poor looking pigeon near the fountains.
Then I saw a Police car pulling up near to the Primark Store again. The Nottinghamian shoplifters don’t half like this place.
As I strolled so slowly up Queen street, this rough sleeper in some closed office doorway stretched himself as he woke, and grabbed his cell-phone, dropped it and picked another one up from amidst the bedding and held a conversation that lasted the whole 20 minutes I waited for the bus to arrive. This stirred some comments from those in the queue. I did not join in the mutterings.
I’m liking this getting back clearer hearing, I must say! Hope it lasts.
Caught the bus and back to the flats, no other residents on it this time. Although Bill was getting on it as I got off, he was on his way to get his prescriptions. So glad he looked so well, fitter and happier than of late, bless him.
Got in the flat and first thing was to put the kettle on for a brew – it’s been a long time since I had one, with having to go without for the CHD tests.
No wee-wee required?
Prescriptions left on the counter and the tea, taken with me into the front room while I updated this diary.
Took a long time to get up to where I am now, here.
Got the chips into the oven and the garden peas in the saucepan. Chopped up the belly pork and seasoned it in the Crock-Pot, got them all going now, should be ready in half-an-hour.
Getting late and the eyes are drooping a bit. But not complaining at all.
Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna both in a good mood. Duodenal Donald is lingering just a bit, but nowhere near bad. Reflux Roger fine. Haemorrhoid Harold was only bleeding the tiniest bit and not hurting or burning at all. Hernia Harry kind to me. No activity coming from Shaking Steven. Dizzy Dennis is the only real hassle giver at the moment. So I’m doing well! (May regret saying this later, of course, Tsk!)
Checked on the chips and other cooking fodder.
All was ready cooked now, so turned off the computer and dished up the meal.
Crock-Pot cooked belly pork seasoned with dark soya sauce and Lea & Perrins, sliced apple, beetroots, gherkin, tomatoes, fresh garden peas and oven chips. Followed by two mini iced lemon cakes. Rated this one 9.22/10.
Put the TV on (Well, I need something to fall asleep to? Haha!) and the weather forecaster gave grim tidings for the rain tonight and tomorrow. Yellow Warning was repeated.
Later the news told of how Cornwall had suffered the worst of the thunderstorms.
Sleep did not come easy, was filled with unpleasant dreams and I woke up for more time than I slept, I think. Tsk!
0025hrs: Woke up, and out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Good session, free of both Trotsky Terence and Diahorrea Donald’s interference, although Haemorrhoid Harold was painful, there was no bleeding. Also, Shaking Steven and Dizzy Dennis kept off, so an excellent start to the day.
Cheered by this, I decided to get down and do the laundry.
I put the CCTV of the foyer on the TV to make sure that no yobboes had returned to attack us, first.
No signs of anyone outside trying to break in, but I saw this fellow sat in the lobby? Who is it? – I’ll find out when I go down.
Looked out of the kitchen window and saw at first, two flashing lights apparently moving in a jerky fashion along the footpath opposite. It soon came clear what it was, a chap out walking three dogs, one older bigger one, and two little tiny ones that were darting about all over the place in excitement I assumed, and they had lights on their collars. What a good idea!
Down to the laundry room and greeted the chap sat in the chair who was reading a weapons magazine. Got the washer going and as I left, the gentleman said; “You are up late to do your washing mate?” I replied: “No, up early to do my washing” and smiled. Never seen him before, must be a new bloke.
Up and got the Health Checks done and medications pots sorted for next week.
The readings seemed right this morning too.
The weight was the same at least. The temperature appeared to be a bit small, at 30.1f?
Maybe not though.
Finished the pots off, and down again to move the gear into the dryer in the laundry room.
Up and took the medications made a mug of tea.
Started work on yesterday’s diary then started this one off.
Down to collect the laundry and noticed that following the two break-ins and yobbo incidents, they are taking the matter seriously.
They have put up a new sign. Hehe! The security guard who attended the yobboes was attacked by the gang, I can’t see this keeping them away? Tsk!
Got the clothes out of the dryer, folded them and cleaned the machines and the filters out.
I took one of the pill-like tablet-towels with me and used one for the first time to clean around things.
Brilliant they are too. See the size of the sealed tablet on the right and what it turns into in seconds after contact with water.
Shame Amazon ran out of stock of them.
Up to the apartment and put the things away.
Made a mug of tea and realised I’d left the hot water tap running earlier so that Whoopsiedangleplop brings an end to my plans for a first shave. Humph!
Posted the diary for Saturday. Email checks.
0415hrs: Facebooking next.
On CorelDraw and worked on the TFZer ‘Food Series’ Graphicalisations.
Another four hours and I got them done – made a few errors to correct, and no doubt I’ve made many I didn’t notice. Tsk!
Here are a couple of the betterer efforts:
Got a big potato into the oven remove the flesh and mash up later with some cheese, vinegar and butter.
Better get the ablutioning done now I think… oh no, the water is not heated up enough yet. Humph!
Weariness and Dizzy Dennis called and overwhelmed me, and all I could do was finish making the meal and plop myself down.
I still enjoyed the cheesy potatoes, though.
Rated this one as 9.44/10.
The night was pretty awful sleep-wise.
Up for many wee-wees, dreams of an unpleasant nature, waking-up, nodding off… Horrible!
0350hrs: Woke up with the mind full of bits of memories from the dreams I’d been having; by the time I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Porcelain Throne – they had all gone again. Tsk!
No signs of Diahorrea, Dennis or Trotsky Terence at the Throne. That was a nice change.
Computer turned on and finished off yesterday’s diary.
Did the Health Checks, all good.
Had a wee-wee.
The hue of the scene from out side prompted me to take this photograph. I thought it was rather colourful and a bit different to what it has been lately.
Took the medications with a cup of tea for a change.
I usually take them with a cold drink so as not to melt the capsules.
I was also impressed with how the fingers were far less bent and warped today as well.
Of course, after taking the picture, I dropped the tablets.
Tsk!
Then, back to the Porcelain Throne. Haemorrhoid Harold was stinging and bleeding a bit this time. Why not last time?
Had a go at the crossword while in there, didn’t get a single more clue solved. Huh!
Started this post off up to here.
Emails checked.
Good news, the Lemon Wafers were being delivered today.
Which is good, cause then I can get a good ablutionalisation session in. I’ve not been able to have a good one while waiting in and not wanting to miss the delivery, cause I love these wafer. These are for others nibbles these, oh no. These are for your truly only. Hehe!
Had a wee-wee.
Further down the list, another one from Amazon: No Ferrero Rocher Heart Box’s available. Sad that I was planning to hand these to Nurse Nichole, Jenny the Obergruppenfurher and Sister Janet. Humph!
Since being stuck indoors waiting for deliveries, I’ve been working on a new TFZer series of graphicalisations. Loosely all connected to food, of each member. It’s going to take me ages to get them all done, but I’ll get on with now, being as I have the time… oh, no, I’ve not done any Facebooking. I’ll do this first then get onto CorelDraw.
Took a while that did. Onto graphics now.
Been on CorelDraw for over three hours now, eyes tiring and the fingers beginning to play up, so had to knock off for a bit.
Had a wee-wee.
Pressed on with the graphics, managed to get 12 done, but much more to do, but not today, too tired now and the visit from Shaking Steven worried me a bit.
The Lemon Wafers arrived, late, but I’m going to get the ablutions done and have a hobble in my Tree Copse, legs permitting.
I’ve already eaten one pack of these. Naughty me!
Turned every thing off, put the camera in my pocket with the mobile in case I forget later, and off to the Wet Room.
Back in a bit.
I hope! Hehe!
Off down the lift and out into the daylight, at last.
Over the road up through the bottom field.
Where I found it hard to believe that the grass and fauna had grown so quickly. Had the struggle to get through it at first to get to the Copse.
Had a bit of a struggle to get through it at first to get to the Copse.
Found a mowed strip of grass someone had kindly cut out and used that route.
The cigarette stubs, empty drink cans and takeaway boxes were strewn around was not nice to see.
I put some that I could reach in a carrier bag to drop off at the bins.
It was still lovely to hobble up and through this Copse.
I did not see any wildlife at all on my journey within.
No squirrels or birds?
Nature still fascinates me – even when I tripped over one of the tree roots… I had to laugh.
But a tree stump near where I landed was so convenient to us e to pull myself back upright and continue my journey.
Hehe!
To the top and out into the top field, which was beautiful with its daisies battling through to get some sunshine.
Walked along the top, many golfers, well, Pitch & Putt players out today, some even playing with a football between holes.
Right and down towards the flats.
As I got to the bottom of the gravel hill path, a young chap with a dog chain was calling out ‘Betsy’ in search of his obviously little dog in the long grass on the bottom field.
Glad to say that he found her after a few minutes.
Dropped the bag of rubbish in a bin and made my way down the hill and back up to the apartment and got the dinner on.
It was a tasty one, beef pie, Chinese mushrooms, garden peas, boiled potatoes and beetroots.
Did the Health Checks, took the evening medications and perused the TV magazine to see if there was anything worth watching on the goggle-box.
The wasn’t. So I got a Dr Who DVD into the machine to watch. At least there will be no advertisements to fall asleep watching on this.
But I still fell asleep, and with the hands, fingers and cramps giving me grief as well.
0410hrs: Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Porcelain Throne. It seems that neither Trotsky Terence or Diahorrea Duncan were affecting me this morning, a nice change this. Duodenal Donald had replaced their attentions it seems.
Assembled the washing and down to the laundry room and got them started. Noticed the wall clock battery had died.
Up and got a battery to replace it with in my pocket.
Had a wee-wee.
Did the Health Checks and took the morning medications.
Had a mug of tea.
Down to move the laundry into the dryer machine and changed the battery in the clock.
Cleaned the filter and surfaces of the washer and had a little wander outside, remembering the warning of vandals on Saturday night come morning, I was a bit weary like.
There were no people about, apart from a milkman who called.
Up and made another brew of tea and started to update the diaries then start this one off.
Put the TV on with the foyer entrance view on the CCTV channel.
Roy from the 14th floor had nipped out for a fag. Hehe!
Had a wee-wee, and down to collect the washing.
I noticed some new notes on the board again.
All of them were from Obergruppenfurheress Jenny (Franks other-half).
One about a Liaison Officer, Lynne Rowe, with her contact number if anyone needs help or has any queries. She will call us back if required – who decides if this is necessary, is not clarified.
Jenny has been kind enough to offer her services for anyone without a computer in the event of their getting notification of renewal requirements for the bus pass. I see she managed to find the cap lock button for this one.
That was kind of her.
Another notice about Security of the flats.
This does happen a lot, I’ve seen it many times and mentioned it a few to some residents, but these few scoff when you tell them not to.
Anyone in a nurses uniform is often let in because they are in a nurses uniform.
Bearing in mind the notice below these on the wall, I hope this is taken seriously by all the tenants in this block.
It seems that all the works being done, have encouraged a criminal element to take an interest in us?
I noticed the other day, a traveller’s or gipsy Ford Transit cruising to the end of the road and back, with stops, I assume for them to access the accessibility and opportunities for stealing the plant, metal or whatever they can get to?
I pray they do not get the idea of raiding the flats?
But I think it highly possible that they will return and break into the porta-cabins and or the New Temporary Tenants Social hut, soon.
After getting away from the hassle, threats and attacks in Carrington to come here, this is the last activity I want to see and become involved in again.
A wee-wee.
Down to collect the now dried washing, all folded and into the bag.
Popped outside first to take this photograph of the new fencing in the UKIP colours.
Hehe!
They could do with a static Security Guard on nights, perhaps?
Got the clothes folded and back up to the apartment with them and got them into the airing cupboard.
A bit full now innit? Hehe!
But I know just where to find everything, towels, jammies, socks, woolly hats at the front, jumpers t-shirts, undies at the back.
Haha!
Got the potatoes with vegetable stock, and the mushrooms and garden peas with mint added, both in the saucepans.
Updated this diary, then onto Facebook to catch up. Yesterday was so busy. I’d got well behind on it.
A few later, I got on with EMails and WordPress reading.
Specsavers email: Asking if I would like them to investigate with the local store owners, supply by return email my DOB, address, phone number, the store name! As I am complaining, why would I not want them to investigate? So I did, as below.
This was on the page as well.
I looked on the Trustpilot site, and it seems I should have done so before going to Specsavers.
Lots of negative comments found on there about their service.
Delivery should be coming today, maybe two, with the bargain priced nibbles I ordered. They should last a while, buying in bulk seems a real saving.
They arrived.
Also, some more paperwork and the INR Results came.
Emailed the surgery with a request for an appointment with Nurse Nichole for Wednesday 26th July as per the DVT instructions.
Onto Facebooking again.
Getting late now, so I got the meal going.
Onion rings, peas and mushrooms, tomatoes, mini pork and pickle pie and potatoes.
The lemon fool had gone right off, eurgh! Shame that.
Email from the surgery, confirming 0945hrs for the INR test on Wednesday 26th July for the test.
Medications and Health Checks were done.
Settled down, TV on and I was off into sleep-land in minutes.
0430hrs: Bad night for sleep, constant waking up, which is not like me at all. Again, I know I had dreams and many of them, but no notes on the pad nor memories in the brain, Tsk! Tell-tale signs of unidentified crumbs found when I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Peculiarly, Trotsky Terence had weakened his effects a lot. Well, on this session, anyway.
No enough time to get the laundry duties done and the Morrison delivery should be here twixt 0630 > 0730hrs. So I set about having a good stand-up wash, shave, teeth-cleaning and medicationalisationing of the various body parts in need of. Hehe! This took about an hour.
Then I got the kettle on the boil, took the morning medications and did the Health Checks. Weight the same as yesterday.
Had a wee-wee.
Had a short, sharp visit from Dizzy Dennis, took a step to balance myself on the counter and trod on and broke one of the retractable pencils I bought the other day. For a moment, apanthropinization seemed a good idea. A few seconds later and all was well. I bent down to pick up the pieces of pencil and graphite, and as Arthur Itis complained, I passed the wind and hastened back to the Porcelain Throne. Cleaned up and felt like life and I was incongruent, almost enemies?
While the computer booted, I popped out onto the balcony to take these photograhicalisations, tho show the progress of the updating works at the compound.
Started this diary off, then finished yesterday’s and got it posted.
Had a wee-wee.
The Morrison man arrived.
Got the stuff put away, now the freezer and fridge are fully loaded again.
Two Tuscan Sausages & Mash in tomato and fennel sauce with roast red onions ready meals were on this order. I do not remember ordering them, but most likely I did, and forgot or I ordered the wrong things?
Emails and WordPress reading were done.
Had a wee-wee.
I had a strong IQ feeling of something coming that would involve my being embarrassed and/or confused later today.
Got the nibbles and raffle prizes in the bag ready for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour in the New Temporary Residents Shed.
Podded some garden peas ready for later.
Took the rubbish bags to the refuse chute.Had a wee-wee.
Had a wee-wee.
Set off with the bags to the Tenants Social Hour.although with going
The work is coming on outside our flats. Although with going
Further along the road, I took these of the new fencing in the centre front of the buildings.
Although with going into town to collect the new hearing aids from SpecSaver and the Biederbeck tape from HMV, I couldn’t stay too long or I’d miss the 1030hrs bus.
Nice chinwag and BJ was there. Put the prizes on the trolley and handed out the nibbles. Didn’t have a drink.Got the raffle tickets and handed them out to the gals.
Bought some raffle tickets and handed them out to the gals.
Farewells to all, and back up to the apartment and got the hearing aids in, and down again and to the bus stop, where a right gang of old folks were congregating waiting for the arrival of the L9 buses.
I joined the clan and had a few good mini-chinwags.
Off on the bus, more chinwagging with Pete en route.
Dropped off and waddled my way through the Victoria Centre (Mall) and to the HMV store and collected the Biederbeck DVD.
Limped into the Slab Square, where I found they had made progress with the erection of the amusements and Nottingham Beach.
I think it is due to open on Friday or Saturday this week.
The sun began getting a bit weaker later on, and the threat of rain lingered in the air and sky.
As I neared the Specsavers Circus of Woes, I took this picture of the entrance into Eldon Chambers, another little Nottingham alleyway. Before I could get the camera out, a young lady with three small ones toddling along with her and a pram walked into the Chambers and disappeared. Then I noticed the sign outside; Igloo Hybrid Ho(S)tel. Presumably, a cross between a hostel and a hotel must be in there? Somewhere I have not noticed before, and I planned to have a hobble up to take a look at after the Specsavers visit. (But I forgot when I came out, not surprising after what had occurred).
I went in Specsavers and to the reception desk. Told them I was here to collect my hearing aids and handed her the receipt. “You’ll have to take a seat… we cannot get to your aids yet…” She barked. I wasn’t going to argue with this Obergefreiteress, I can tell you. So, I took a seat.
Minutes later a lovely lady came to me, asked if I wanted a bag for the box with the hearing aids and whatever in it. I said no thanks, I have these bags here. She handed me the box and strolled off.
I was confused now. What about me being shown how to fit the things in the ear, the batteries, controls, do they actually fit my ear holes? Had I nodded off and missed something? What day is it?
And like the daft soft Plonker I am, I just walked out with the box in the bag. But will the things actually work and fit?
I’ll find out later, I supposed.
Not really with it at that moment.
Walked through the Slab Square and up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop.
Caught the thing and on the way back, I tried to take a photographicalisation of some Nottingham City Homes ‘Sister Flats’ to the ones I dwell in. The shot came out luckily better than I thought it would, with the light fading and the bus travelling, not too bad. The balcony’s on these flats are the ones many of our tenants wanted here, but the cost was too high, they tell us.
On and up Carlton Road and when the bus turned left into Rose Hill, I took another apartment based photo.
This one is of Burrows Court, Sneinton. A tower block that was once full of life has remained empty for over a decade and has been described as an eyesore for local residents. The abandoned 19 storey building off Windmill Lane was built in 1967 and is soon set for a £12 million makeover. When it was occupied, t’was a haven for gangs, crime, druggies, muggings and subletting.
When I got back home and into the flats, the notice board revealed some disturbing news from Jenny, that I could have done without.
So much for the external and internal CCTV cameras, we pay rent for each week.
Fat lot of good they were?
Got in the lift and it was full of dirt and residue from the workers?
The bloke who got in the lift at the same time with me enjoyed having a good chunter on about it and why are the caretakers not cleaning it up straight away, as we have to pay extra for them… Oh, dear. If they did what he wanted, that would mean additional costs, cause naturally the workmen are doing eight-hour shifts and that would mean paying for the other caretaker, Tsk! Got so upset too he did. Hehe!
Up and into the flat, ignoring the letter that had been delivered, I had a wee-wee first, then investigate the mail. It was this leaflet.
Got the mushroom and peas on the boil to add to the Italian ready meal of; Two Vegetarian Sausages & Mash in tomato and fennel sauce with roast red onions later on.
As I got out the Specsavers box of tricks to investigate, the weather turned a bit glum.
Took the things out of the box, what the H4 Pro’s are I’ve no idea. The leaflet was one of those that cover about five different models at the same time, as far I could tell, my hearing aids had none of the extras mentioned? No volume control, no telephone control… a bit disappointed. Tried to get the plugs into the ear hole but just could not fathom out why they would not fit it? Put them all back in the box and decided to complain about the service or lack of it.
I used the Resolve site.
At least I got a reply, okay a standard reply from them (Specsavers), within a minute.
I noticed that they do not print the word Aids?
Calmed down a bit and took this shot of the works below outside.
Really, I am not angry, just disappointed in their treatment of me and my own lamentable and dolorous response to it.
If only they knew the difficulties and hassle I have in getting to the Specsavers store in the first place.
Tsk!
The £900 plus, the box of Specsavers hearing aid equipment is now residing, sadly neglected and looking forlorn, on the top of my stacks of DVDs.
Humph!
Had a wee-wee.
Into the kitchen, got the meal in the oven and added two vegetarian sausages to it.
Did the evening Health Checks and took the medications.
All were looking good. Well, the temperature was a bit low (29.6f?) I think, but not to worry all else is good methinks.
Checked on the oven, all looking good.
Picked out some TV programmes to fall asleep watching. Hehehe!
Got the nosh served up – smell different anyway.
I didn’t think it looked too appetising at first after I’d added the tomatoes, the peas, vegetarian sausages and mushrooms I changed my mind.
The two sausages that came with the meal had skins that were so thick, I ended up sucking the meat out of the tube of thick skin, that reminded me of… well, never mind.
However, I ate it all up with great satisfaction.
Had a wee-wee and got settled to watch some selected TV programmes.
I don’t know why I bother really. Every time the adverts came on I nodded-off, woke not knowing what was going on with the storyline and nodded-off again!D
0500hrs: Woke, and sensed and began to assess the old and new aches and pains, feeling so tired and weary, heavy eyelids… an escapage of rear end wind, and out of the £300 second-hand recliner and hobbled to the Porcelain Throne.
Arthur Itis was showing displeasure with the walk there. Trotsky Terence ensured there was no struggling in the evacuation session. Haemorrhoid Harold bled freely, the aroma that filled my lungs and the flat were rank and offensive even to me! I feared it would not be contained in my flat, opened all the windows later and sprayed air-spray all around, I nearly choked myself with that, never mind natures gifted aromas. Hehehe!
A new pain, in the right side of the rib cage, caused me to quantitate the situation for a few minutes. This newbie wasn’t akin to the pains from Anne Gyna. Although they do vary all the time, on their location, type and severity?
Even Reflux Roger kicked off as I limped into the kitchen, what a start to the morning this was!
The rumbling and grumbling from the innards started too, as soon as I had finished the evacuation process.
Made a brew of tea and did the Health Checks. Took the medications.
Before I could drink the tea, I needed the Porcelain Throne again. As I performed the evacuation procedure (At least the odour was less vicious this time, but then again the residue from the first one, still permuted the atmosphere, Hehe), the new stabbing pain on the right started again. Cleaned up the porcelain, myself and wiped the contact points with Dettol lemon sheets. The tummy felt queasy again, and Steven Shakes paid me a visit then. Plonked myself down on the WC seat and it moved so much I thought I was going to slip off of it. But this was a good thing actually – cause it took my mind off of the other pains.
Back to the kitchen and made another mug of tea for the one that had gone cold.
Took an extra Anti-Diahorrea capsule and a 60g Codeine Phosphate for the rib area pain.
The temperature on the wall thermometer showed 59°f.
Opened all of the windows to help remove the Diahorrea Donald donated smells. Haha!
I decided that staying indoors would be a good idea today. Mostly the Porcelain Throne room door? Hehehe!
Took this photographicalisation of the scene below, through the kitchen window.
Then leant out seize this photograph of the brightening morning – Clouted my head on the frame of the window.
This seemed to work a miracle. Diahorrea Donald’s rumbling calmed right down, and Reflux Roger eased off very quickly? Things appeared to be improving a little. I’ve no idea why, just appreciative that they are doing so. Very queer?
Off to the Porcelain Throne.
I started the completion of yesterday’s post, had a wee-wee, had a Dennis Dizzy and then, back to the Porcelain Throne again. No excessive aroma this time, and far less splattering and pebble dashing activity. Good!
Did some WordPress reading and checked the Emails.
Had a wee-wee, then got on with starting this post.
Realised I was to go to the HMV store to see if the Biederbeck Three Series I’d ordered had arrived.
I can’t remember how I lost the original copy I had. Might have disappeared in the moving into the flat?
No doubt about being one of my favourites. Can’t, well, dare not go out today with the threat of Diahorrea Donald lingering over me. Tsk!
Went on Facebooking. After a while, I got a reminder box come up – of the appointment for the INR blood test at the Doctors!
Panic, there was no way I could get there in time, I thought. Everything hurriedly turned off, no wash no shave, got the bag of tricks that was luckily readied beforehand and made my way down to the New Temporary Shed, in search of someone who could ring the surgery to let them know for me, and ring a taxi.
Got down and out to the hut, but no one was about. I decided to leg it down to Mansfield Road as quickly as I could and catch a bus into Carrington. Still found time to take this photo though, as I turned right down Winchester Hill.
Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis both giving me grief as I rushed as much as I could. Got to the bus stop and one arrived as I did so. Lucky!
Dropped off in Carrington almost outside of the Sherrington Park Medical Practice and got in quick. Chest legs, knees and all of a flutter, and flapping a little. I reported with the Obersturmbannführeress Receptionist, humbly apologising for being late, and she pointed out I was in fact, only one minute late?
Seconds later, Nurse Nichol fetched me into her treatment room and had the blood taken. Gave her the nibbles, thanked her and departed; Still wondering how I got there almost in time? Very confused!
To the bus stop and caught one back up into Sherwood.
Called at the Co-op store and got some button mushrooms, fresh pod peas and bananas.
Avoided the Big Issue Seller woman who has two mobile phones and is often seen using both of them, outside the shop.
Then next door to the cake shop and obtained a fresh cream iced scone thingy.
Then called in the Children’s Charity Shop, nothing of interest.
Further up the hill and into the Nottingham Hospice Shop. Bought two red saucepans that didn’t look in bad condition.
As I waited to cross the road, this car pulled around the corner and parked up on the pavement, and the driver just sat there. The thing of interest was what I think are tyre skid marks across the road behind the vehicle.
I also noticed the crack in the bookmaker’s window, where the scores led to? My Sherlock Holmes head was working. Then I realised the crack was the reflection in the glass window of the outline of the grey car. Hehe! I shouldn’t be allowed out on my own!
At the bus stop, several other tenants joined me, and a good chinwag followed.
Roy, took one of the bags for me to carry back on top of his four-wheeled-trolley. Bless him.
The fencing around the place was now having steel boards attached to them, still in the purple colour scheme. I’ll try to get a photo of them soon. Annie, one of the tenants with us, pointed out that when they are up, we will not see any traffic coming and will have to walk on the road to get passed them. I thought not, but decided against not agreeing with Gordie gal Annie, that was not a good idea, disagreeing with her. Hehe!
A laugh in the lift going up, and into the flat and onto the Porcelain Throne. Not so bad this time, methinks the new capsule earlier, was working well.
Put the food away and got the new second-hand saucepans washed and on the cooker.
Podded some peas and chopped a few mushrooms up and got them into the Crock-Pot on low.
Had a wee-wee.
Does anything stick out to you bout this road I pictured earlier? Something singular?
Started to update this diary again.
Went on Facebook to finish what I started earlier before the confusion about the INR blood test.
Started some more graphicalisations off for the TFZer site.
Very tired now, and the new pain on the right side of the chest is getting worse.
Got the meal sorted.
Had a fish one. Smoked mackerel (Not very good), tomatoes (Fine), Fresh garden peas (Very good), Surimi fish (Very good), Sliced roasted potatoes (Overcooked, but I liked them), Mushrooms (Good) and beetroots (Excellent). 8.9 overall rating.
Settled to watch some TV, but again, it was interspersed with nod-offs. Tsk!
0420hrs: Stirred, full of memories of the dreams and they all faded within seconds, Tsk!
A Trotsky Terence inspired visitation to the Porcelain Throne arrived and I responded to immediately. Not too bad this time I thought, but I was l left with stinging in the rear department from Haemorrhoid Harold’s sufferings. Apart from Dizzy Dennis, other ailments seemed calm.
Into the kitchen, put the kettle on, and back to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dearie me.
Made a mug of tea, took the morning medications with a Diahorrea relief capsule and did the Health Checks.
Sys 145, Dia 80, Pulse 89, Temp 35.8 and the weight 14.79 – then back on the Porcelain Throne.
Feeling very sore in certain departments now, Hehe! No idea why I’m laughing?
0530hrs: Got the computer going and finalised the Monday post, and began doing this one.
Checked the Emails and responded to them. Moved on WordPress reading.
Got the latest TFZer graphicalisation completed: Mary and her admirers.
Did some Facebooking. I turned everything off. (I hope).
Got the ablutions done. No shower as it was still too early and might the noise might annoy my neighbour, Joyce.
Got the things in the bag, and off I went out into the rain, and down to the New Temporary Community Shed, dropping off two jars in the recycling bin en route.
Into the shed, to find a young woman washing the pots in the sink, and a bloke spread-eagled over a chair at the first table, looking not unlike John Wayne did in the Sheriff’s office in the Rio Bravo film. No idea who they were, perhaps from the building contractors as personnel for the workmen? I espied four laptops all the same model on the table. One for Obergruppenfurheress Deana, one for Obergefrieteress Julie and each of the other two? So they must be working here I assumed, for the duration of the upgrading process. Which will be 24 to 39 months, according to the sign on the wall?
They’ll be a few us old ones that don’t see the results, then? Hehe! But I’m waffling again, sorry about that.
Julie appeared and told me Deana was in her office. I put the nibbles in the fridge for them. There was no rush (I thought). I waited until she returned to her laptop on the desk. Julie went into the office. Explained about the ‘3 Company problems’ and Deana took me into her office where it was quieter, to make the call to the phone company for me.
She liked the music they played for her while waiting in the queue for someone to answer her, and worked on her computer while doing so.
After while she was put through to someone who she thought would be an accounts persons, but it was the complaints department. After a lengthy discussion and I had given permission for Deana to speak on my behalf, she rang off. Told me I would receive a letter telling me the account is closed and a final Bill! I am to let her know when it arrives.
Thanked her and I made my out of the hut: Oh dear me, the wind and rain had got much worse since going into the hut. Hehe!
Looking at this later: I thought, is that a bird or a brolly near the middle?
Brolly out and up and back to the foyer in the flats to the left. Had a chinwag with some other tenants and them we made our way to the bus stop at the other units. Huddled under the recesses to the fire doors and caretaker’s (I use the word loosely) out of the wind and rain, there was no room for me to fit in. Haha! But I did have the new brolly that I could get myself under and keep dry. It coped very well with the wind too.
The bus arrived and a mini-stampeded to get on was very impressive considering the rioter’s ages. I was the last one to get on, but there were plenty of seats left.
Down Winchester Street Hill and right up Mansfield Road and many of the tenants got off the bus here.
I took this photograph as the last few filed out. Jenny’s other half on the right, Frank just about to rise to get off. He seemed a little less his usual cheery self this morning. Roy on the left was in good form.
On and into Arnold I decided not to go to the park lake in all this rain, as I carried on and dropped off on High Street in Arnold, almost opposite the Wilko store. The rain stopped as I did so. Over the Pelican lights and into the Wilko shop, on one last mission to try and find some Dettol Lavender disinfectant and Citrus underarm spray. I left the place without any of them, now assured they have stopped stocking them at all.
The light drizzle started as I walked up the parade and called in at the open market. No pod peas on offer, well there were some, but they looked a bit weather-beaten and old.
Limped on and called in the Boyes store. Came out less well off and with a Sinex Spray, Olive oil ear drops and a packet of Belgium Orange thin chocolates for the raffle on Thursday.
I walked along two shops and into the Savers store. Got some ear-solve, Listerine Lemon, Diarrhoea capsules and Foot spray.
Limped on to the Iceland store. At the busy checkouts, the queue I was in had a problem, the lady being served could not get her card to work. The poor gal on the till kept ringing the bell for assistance, but none arrived for ages. I nearly got trampled on by the customers as they migrated like a herd of buffalos to the other till. I waited patiently on this till, as another assistant arrived to open the third one. Watching the way of the humans responded and almost fought with each other to be first in line, dispirited me.
Plodded out with my New Mexico flavoured Pringles, Sourdough Batch sliced loaf, Jammie Wagon Wheels and Iced lemon slices, and struggling with the weight of the bag now. At least the rain was keeping off.
Limped over to take a look in the Fulton Foods store, but they had nowt in that interested me.
Then painfully struggled to the Asda (Walmart) Giant Supermarket, now really struggling to carry the heavy bag. Got two lemon frazzle desserts, a TV magazine for next week and two packets of ready sliced, battered potatoes. I used the self-serve payment booths. A bit of a farce because I forgot to put my bag on the scales, but a kind assistant came over and threw it onto the scale for me, and proffered me a nice loud Tsk! Then he muttered something I didn’t hear, as he wandered off to insult another customer, presumably?
Hobbled out and to the bus stop, just in time for the L9 bus back to Sherwood and the apartments. By which time I was ready for a visit to the Porcelain Throne.
Got the things sorted and put away.
Tended to the Porcelain Throne duties.
Got the kettle on. Did the Health Checks then returned to the Porcelain Throne.
When I came out, boy was it raining or was it raining!
It does not show in this photograph, but I could see as the rain eased nearby, the rain falling miles away to the West of the City.
Got the Computer on and updated this dairy.
The Grammarly programme is causing all sorts of a hassle since I could not get it to work on Google browser.
Had a wee-wee.
The door chime then chimed. (As it occasionally does – Hehe). It was Mary from flat 38, returning the DVD’s that she’d borrowed.
We had a chinwag, and I asked her if she could see my DVD’s on the shelves that she fancied seeing. She selected a couple and mentioned how much that she like the door chime. I showed her how it worked and she was even more in love with it. So we went on the Coopers of Stortford website (Where I got it from) and viewed the item. They had it in the sale, so it was £9 less, than when I bought mine! All good! Asked her if she would like me to order one for her, and Mary agreed with a smile.
I got into the ordering sections and realised I had not used this site since changing my banks, so the details needed updating. What a job, trying to find out where and how to do so. Between us, we eventually found it and altered it, and Coopers accepted the order and sent Confirmation. It should be here within five days. So glad that Mary liked this, it’s so nice to able to help someone else, instead of my having to ask for help from others.
I told her about my breaking the mirror, and we both had a look at Cooper’s, then at Amazon, but could not find any shaving mirrors on sale. Shame that!
I walked her to the lift, and got back in and had a wee-wee.
Then I got on with updating this again. For ten minutes… because Mary returned and rang the bell again, and, bless her, she had brought me two mirrors, a plastic framed shaving one, and a wall one, that she said she’d had not used for years and never needed – and offered them to me.
I thanked her very much indeed. Off she went, and I got the blue plastic mirror ensconced in the wet room.
That was incredibly kind of her, wasn’t it!
Pressed on with doing this update, but it was getting late.
Got the potatoes in the oven.
Had a wee-wee.
Sliced potatoes, tomatoes, beetroots, Chinese mushrooms, standard mushrooms, potato cakes, fresh pod peas and buttered Sourdough bread.
Afterwards, I had the odd nibble of the Texan BBQ crisps, they were okay.
Had a wee-wee, and minutes later back to attend to more Trotsky activity.Settled to watch some TV, but with it
I settled down to watch some TV, but with it being so late in the day for me, the nodding off soon started.
