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Inchcock Today Fri 7 Oct 16: Hobble to Goose Fair to get some photographicalisationing done – Mistake that turned out to be, Humph!

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Friday 7th October 2016

Laid there for a while, trying to recollect the details of the dreams, but only rough outlines were there. Nothing concrete. 0400hrs: Rose out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and out or a WRHD.

To the kitchen to make a cuppa and take the medications.

Updated the dairies, popped on the scales, realised I needed to get some exercise in, so decided to go to have the walk around the Nottingham Goose Fair later today. Take some piccies for my TFZer cyber pals.

Opened the curtains to find it was raining and very windy outside. This raised the question, should I go out hobbling in this weather?

At 0545hrs, some bad person from the twelfth floor dropped something down the rubbish chute – Tsk! It didn’t bother me, partly due to me partial deafness and me being up anyway, but I thought it was not nice for anyone still sleeping to be woken up at this time in the morning!

Finished the diaries and started this one off. Did a bit more work on the new Graphics for TFZers.

Did the ablutions and carbolicalisationing of my nether regions.

Popped in to see Olive. She was in excellent, good nick again today. After several telling offs, (Well two), she gave me her rubbish bags to drop into the chute and kissed me goodbye. This brought an old song to my mind…

♫ “Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye
Cheerio, here I go, on my way
Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye
Not a tear, but a cheer, make it gay
Give me a smile I can keep all the while
In my heart, while I’m away
‘Till we meet once again, you and I
Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye” ♫

This is, the rather tiring and painful route I then took, to get to the Nottingham Goose Fair, calling into the GP surgery en route.

Set out along Chestnut Walk to the end and right down onto Winchester Hill.

It was threatening to rain again, but the wind was not high as had been forecast. As yet.

As I walked down the hill, a young lady passed me, and I noticed her hair colouring.

I spied the roof on the National Laundry buildings on the hill. Now V

A bit dodgy looking I thoughts, and this took me back to thinking about the problems with the roof on the old house, and difficulties I had with Cowboy Builders trying to get it sorted out.

I felt so happy suddenly, knowing all that is behind me now at last.

As I sang aloud Frank Ifield’s “She Taught Me How to Yodel”.

A young lady overtook me on the pavement and smile at me, then burst out laughing as she carried on!

I have to say; I liked her hair colouring a lot.

I pressed on to Sherwood, then Carrington and called in the surgery to confirm the date and time for my next INR blood test. She verified Tuesday 11th October for my Pneumonia Jab, Tuesday 18th for a for the Reflux Tests, Wednesday 19th for the Trental blood checks and Monday 24th for the next INR test. Glad I went in and asked now! Hehe!

Carried on through Carrington and right into Gregory Boulevard passed the island with the Giant Goose on it as is usual and over the zebra crossing.

Along the Boulevard towards the actual Goose Fair Site

Still early yet, not many folks about at all.

Spotted this part full bottle of full-fat milk on a tree stump at the side of the road.

As I took a look at it, a Pavement Cyclist nearly had me over; the git brushed against my left arm making me jump a bit. Humph! He was too quick to me photographed, and I’d just put the camera away from taking the milk shot.

As I neared the fair, I took this zoomed photographicalisation of it.

Almost barren of visitors?

I turned left at the junction and walked up into the grounds.

Took some photographs of food stalls to put on the TFZ site later.

On the way out of the grounds, another Pavement Cyclist almost had me over – got him this time cause I had my camera in my hand taking the food retailers shots.

The git!

The feet and knees were pretty bad as I climbed the hill and down, the up again into the City Centre.

Noticed this Murder of Crows nearby, and as I could see as I got close to them, it became apparent why they had gathered. One of them had stolen some pitta bread, and they all now wanted a piece.

I got into town and called at the Poundland Shop and had a look for bargains, as I had a while before the L9 bus was due.

Found some Thermal Socks at two pairs for a quid.

Had a stroll, well, a rather painful limp really, around.

I noticed that Clinton Street was in its usual cram-packed with shoplifter…, no, I am shoppers condition.

Made my way back to the L9 bus terminus and awaited its arrival.

Thought it might rain for a moment, but it passed.

Caught the bus and when we had gone about 3 miles, the roads were all soaked, so somewhere had the rain then.

Met some tenants at the bus stop when I arrived home, only time the littlest gossip as I was in need of a desperate WRWW and to get into me slippers! Hehe!

Which I did ASAP after getting in. Got the vegetables warming and potatoes simmering. The lamb hotpot ready to go in the oven later.

Sorted the photographs I’d taken and got them on the laptop. Updated this for an hour or so, then got the lamb into the oven.

Anne Gyna was easing off a bit now. Had some tomato juice with the medications then onto Facebook for a while.

Started doing Facebooking and the fire alarm went off. So I’m off to investigate.

Nothing found anywhere, no Emergency services arrived. Am I going potty and hearing things? (More than usual that is, hehe!)

The aches and pains were making me suffer for me marathon hobble. Tsk!

Took the medications.

Got the fodder served up.

A tasty effort tonight. The last lamb hotpot, Crock-pot vegetables, mushrooms, carrots, swede, garden peas and leeks, two boiled potatoes.

Followed by a lemon drizzle, a banana and an apple. Perfect!

Almost fell asleep eating it, I was so worn out and aching all over. But I’d had a good days exercise and enjoyed doing the photographs.

Tried to watch some TV, but it was a ridiculous attempt, nodded off so many times I got confused as to what time and day it was when kept waking up. Hehehe!

Inchcock Today – Friday 23rd September 2016: Whoopsiedangleplops continue – Humph!

Friday 23rd September 2016

Venerdì 23 Settembre 2016

Kept waking up throughout the night, I think I may have been having the same type of dream repeatedly? I kept trying to get up out of an old tin bath, and people would stop me. I’d found myself in a courtroom and I’d be charged with something (So annoying that I can’t remember what, though), and was fined astronomical amounts of cash, and be confined to the old bath and given an ASBO by a laughing judge with a beard every time?

0510hrs: I stirred and took the medications with an extra Senna, and tended to a WRHD session. NOT GOOD! Painful again, and Little Inchy’s lesion was bleeding once more after I’d gone weeks without this happening too! Damnations, I thought this had been sorted, Huh! Combined with my Memory Whoopsiedangleplops of recent, and depression set in.

For some reason, I found the view from the kitchen window this morning to be extra appealing?

Made a good strong brew and got the laptop on to update the diaries. Checked the emails. It seems I’m going to lose the frozen foods I’d got on order from Morrisons due to my own fault in going out and forgetting the delivery was due. Got to pay the delivery cost twice as well. As I say, no one but myself to blame!

Must remember the Morrisons delivery this time.

Did a bit of graphicationalisationing.

0800hrs: Ablutions tended to, dug out the Hydrocortisone cream and doctored Little Inchy and his lesion. Got the things for the bus trip to town, to put the tax man’s cheque in the bank and get another miniature Quiche Lorraine.

Back onto the laptop and CorelDraw graphicationalisationing, then the pleasant Morrison man arrived with the goods.

He put them in the kitchen for me.

I got them stored away.

Then got the jacket and bags and went to the bus stop with the jars for the bottle bank. Met Deana in the lift and she offered to take the jars for me as hse was passing. Nice!

I noticed a new instruction sign on the side of the L8 bus.

 Then, Whoopsiedangleplop number one of the day!: I got on the wrong bus and ended up going to Arnold by mistake! Regrettably, I started to do the crossword on the bus and didn’t notice this until I was half way to Arnold. Well, this is definitely further proof of my being a worthy again! 

So no going to the bank today, although things did work out well in other ways. I found a shop that sold and had in stock the DeoFab fabric freshener spray and at £1. So I bought four of them because I like the scent a lot and use it to spray my clothes, carpets and shoes.

Called into Asda to get a little Quiche Lorraine. They were five pence dearer than the Morrison ones. Got two custard doughnuts to drop off for Deana later when I call to get some recycling bags. Some other bits as well, nibbles for the nurses.

As I passed the Market Place it looked a bit busier today, but still sad.

It used to be so popular and busy a few years ago, now looking barren. But things change don’t they?

To the bus stop on High Street behind the Asda (Walmart)  store, half way up the hill at the side getting near the car park, I espied a youngish lady of what I think might be incredibly fashionable sense conscious.

I took a photograph of her hair style and colouring as she demolished a large packet of crisps.

I plodded on up and beyond her and to the bus stop. The message board told me the L9 was due in 16 minutes, that would be 20 minutes past the hour. The timetable in my pocket said it was due at 11 minutes past the hour? Got a bit confused here. Anyway, the bus arrived at 25 minutes past the hour.

As we got to the Sainsbury Store island where a right turn in required – the traffic was gridlocked for a good while, possibly due to the end of the road being blocked off for the underground Gas Workings.

We moved at last after ten minutes or so and the driver did his best to catch up.

Back at the flats, I was in urgent need of the porcelain.

But, it as delayed due to there only one lift being available, and that was being occupied by workmen taking stuff up and down. Tsk! Eventually, I got up and into the flat, only just in time… it was a close call!

Sorted out the things and got the slippers on, and updated this tosh to here.

Got the custard doughnuts and went down to give them to Deana and collect some orange waste bags. This was not to be. It took ages to get down with the workmen still lugging material up and down, but I got to the Community Hut, and no one was in, all locked up.

Back to the foyer of the apartments and saw a tenant, Joy I think her name is, and as we both waited for the one lift to become free, I gave her the custard doughnuts. At least she smiled and thanked me, bless her.

Called on the off chance of seeing Olive, but she was out too.

Another WRWW and I updated this again and did some Facebooking for an hour or two, it seemed to run a bit better today.

Got the mini quiche lorraine with a slice of smoked cheese on top in the oven. BBQ Chicken legs, lettuce, onions, pickled egg, roast onions, yellow and red little cherry type tomatoes, Nordic style bacon, beetroot, sliced green and yellow peppers and sliced cox’s apple.

It was reet grand!

Watched a bit of TV in between nod-offs.

About 2300hrs I got up for a WRWW and stubbed my toe, first time I’ve done this for over a week now… just thought I’d mention it like.

Inchcock Today Saturday 17th September 2016:

Saturday 17th September 2016

I stirred around 0229hrs, and in need of an urgent WRWW, operated the £300 second-hand recliner chair and was nearly shaken out of the thing as it shuddered and shook. No recollections of any dream details.

To the kitchen and took the medications with water, then got the washing things ready to go down to the laundry room.

0238hrs: Down with the bags and got the things into the washer number two. Back up to the apartment for a WRHD session, bloody and painful this time.

Went back up again and got the laptop going. Took the photograph above from the kitchen window.

0335hrs: Down and moved the things into the dryer. Did a bit of graphicationalisationing and it was soon time

Once again, back up to the flat. Must remember today by 1230hrs I have to catch the L9 bus to get to the Feet First Chiropodist. Gives me time to have an amble around before the 1400hrs appointment. Hope it doesn’t take too long, then I can catch the last L9 bus back to the flat at 1505hrs. Made sure the Pensioners Free Bus pass was in my jacket pocket.

Did I did some more of the graphicationalisationing and started this update. The time went so quickly, and it was soon time to go down again to collect the clothes.

I must say the colour coded socks made life easier.

Cleaned the filter out and wiped down the machines that I’d used.

Back up in the lift yet again to number 72 and another WRHD, oh dear.

Put away the washing and made up a bag with the accoutrements needed for the next visit. Accoutrements, I wonder if that’s the right word? I’ll look it up, hang on, please. Ah, it says “gear, outfit, tackle, paraphernalia, rigging” so I think that’s right. I meant, the soap capsules and powder, fabric softener and the inwash freshener crystals?

Made another cuppa and got on with the diaries and graphic making.

Did some WordPress viewing. Got carried away with the new funny-ode page and got it finished and posted off at last. I hope it gets received well because it took me weeks to get it right. Every time I planned to get some more done, a new appointment would arrive from the hospital clinic or doctors.

There are only four of them there buses on a Saturday, and I have to catch the 1130hrs one, to ensure I get to the clinic in time for the appointment.

Still, it’s better than Sundays, there none then. Hehe!

I hope to get it all done in time to catch the last bus back to the apartment from town at 1505hrs.

Did my ablutions, lemon soap, citrus body spray were used this morning. Applied the creams lotions and potions. Hehe!

All finished, I got my myself looking half decent and set out, calling at Olive’s on the way, but she was not available. Bet she’s having a lie-in, and I don’t blame her either.

At the bus stop, I was joined by Frank and two other tenants and we enjoyed an excellent blether about everything and nothing. The bus was well late arriving, and the driver seemed a bit tense. As we pulled up at the next stop near the Winchester Court flats, Frank realised he’s left his bag a the bus stop behind. Well, when he told the driver and asked him to wait while he retrieved it, the bloke went bonkers, told Frank to stay on the bus, and he drove around back to the bus stop so Frank could get his bag – cursing and mumbling about his being 12 minutes behind schedule already! Poor old Frank, I felt so sorry for him. I got some of the other passengers laughing about it and telling them it could have been any one of us. This did not help the drivers mood! Hehe!

In town, I got off on Queen Street and fought my way dangerously through the crowds down through the City Centre and onto Exchange Walk.

What I had not realised was, with the bus being so late, when I arrived at the Bank it was closed! It was a bit scary making my hobbling on my way to the bank. Crowds or what! Phew!

 

So I made my way stutteringly, due to having to stop very often to prevent someone walking into me, back up to Clumber Street to get to the Victoria Centre Market to get a belt and me cashew nuts. I decided to bar myself from the City Centre on Saturdays in future, far too risky for anyone dodgy on their feet!

Got a belt £6.99 and the dark chocolate covered cashew nut, 200grm for £3.38. Had a hobble around and got shoulder charged by a bloke who I thought ought to be playing American football or Rugby. Recovered and a couple asked if I was okay, which I was, cause I didn’t go over, although it was close. Packed solid with shoppers and shoplifters it was today.

I took a longer, but less populated route out and to the Chiropodists in plenty of time for my appointment. This visit was reminiscent of my going to the Dentist – with Japanese trained concentration camp guards in place of the usual staff! Humph!

A woman shouted at me, calling out my name and getting all upset because I didn’t hear her her the first time.

She marched me to the treatment room and barked: “You take off your shoes and socks, put feet into the bowl, and wait for me, yes?”

I was so scared, I wasn’t going to argue with her, I meekly replied “Yes”.

I took this photograph of a new sign that had appeared on the wall, I was going to take another one of the new price lists. Thought I heard the Obergruppenfurher woman returning, being a little nervous, I put away the camera.

She did my feet in about three minutes, and told me, well, commanded me: “You put on shoes and socks, meet me in reception, yes?” More a threat than a question!

I was inwardly a jibbering wreck after I paid them, re-booked and left the place, out into the crowds again to make me way to the L9 bus stop.

Wearily, I got through the crowds.

Got to bus stop and awaited the arrival of the last L9 bus. It arrived on time and I was soon on the way back to the apartment.

I called in to see Olive first, she was a bit better today and as radiant as ever. A jolly good gossip and laugh. She recommended that I stop going to the Feet First place and said she’d phone a home visit chiropodist and find out how much they charge, and if they could add me to their list. Wonderfully caring is Olive, and she is excellent on the phone. She will call them next week for me.

A kiss and  cuddle, and I was on my way back to number 72. Where an overdue call for a WRHD (Wet Room Heavy Duty) session, was performed first thing. I put some pain gel on the arm and shoulder where the bloke barged into me, cream on the slightly bloodied rear end, and took an extra painkiller with the medications.

Got the meal prepared in no time. Beef slices, a tiny tin of garden peas, pickled eggs and beetroot.

A banana and lemon curd yoghourt to follow.

I enjoyed this meal and am rather pleased with how I am managing to resist eating bread with my meals so often nowadays.

It had been a good day healthwise today, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and Duo Denal all been kind to me. Hernia Harry, got a bit bothersome after the Man-Ape shopper had tackled me in Victoria Centre, though. Hey-ho!

I’ll ask olive tomorrow if she wouldn’t mind rubbing some Phorpain gel over my shoulder back for me.

Chose some TV to watch, Pie in the Sky, and then a film. Fell asleep several time during Pie in the Sky, got to the start of the film, first set of adverts and off I went, until 0400hrs when I stirred in desperate need of a WRWW.

TTFN folks.

Inchcock Today. Wednesday 24th August 2016: Olive feeling better today – Wunderbar! Then Whoopsiedangleplop time, Huh!

The Nightmare of nightmares last night!

Wednesday 24th August 2016

0525hrs: Woke with the dream come nightmare I’d had rumbling around in my head, wrote some down quickly before it disappeared, to record here later. Although more than usual did remain with me.

The £300 second-hand recliner chair shuddered and let me out so I could get to the closet for a much-needed WRHD and WRWW session. A bit of bleeding from the rear, but none from Little Inchy.

Made a mug of tea and took the medications.

Pots cleaned and got the pod peas shelled and into the Crock-Pot. Then got the laptop going and finished the Tuesday diary and started this one. Facebook and emails were playing up again? Tsk! Virus?

Noticed the scribbled notes about the nightmare, and this is how it went.

The first part when the bailiffs arrived was clear in my mind, the rest a bit vague: I was going out of the door, and there were about six burly blokes waiting with a Writ and Warrant with them, demanding £2159.58 on them, for British Gas. All the men seemed like those I’d seen on the ‘Can’t Pay – We’ll take it away’ programme that is on the goggle-box. The leader, the bloke to my right in the graphic, spoke: “We have been instructed to take goods to the value in the writ, remove an electricity meter number (____whatever) and leave you a candle!”

He paused for a moment while the other chaps had a laugh, then continued, “If you do not pay this debt, British Gas have instructed us to knock the hell out of you and cut off your testicles, we don’t want to do this… well, Bert here would like to, you have 30 minutes to come up with the cash, then we will be forced to beat you around a bit and take the meter and goods to the value of your debt, then tear off your goolies slowly.

I asked, what about the candle? He ignored me and asked what is the highest value items in the flat. I told him, the medications were, and he took them? They searched for hours looking for the non-existent meter, and I made them some cheesy potatoes and lamb chops to eat.

The rest of the memories were vague and fussy, but the notes said: Throw off the balcony – sugar – chopped off ear – balloons – head butt and coffin?

Put the laptop on ‘sleep mode’ and did my ablutions. Took my time and enjoyed a jolly good shower with using the Mandarin gel and lemon scented soap.

Got on the scales… enough said!

Got changed into nice clean clothes and made another cuppa.

Made another cuppa and the view from the kitchen window, was gloriously pretty.

Deana is calling to see Olive this morning, and Olive will ask her to call and see me, then I can suggest us getting in touch with the local MP?

No dizzies yet today, I’m pleased with this.

Went to see Olive, hurrah! She was feeling a lot better today! Cheered me up no end. She told me Deana had told her this morning, that another tenant in the Winchester Court block is now having the same thing happen to them!?!?!?!?! Chinwag, cuddle and a kiss and I returned to flat 72.

Chinwag, cuddle and a kiss and I returned to flat 72.

Decided to update this, then get ready to go to Asda (Walmart) in Arnold, to look for some comfy socks.

WRWW and off to the bus stop to get the L9 into Arnold. Nice chinwag at the shelter.

Dropped off in Arnold and straight into Asda and to the automatic photography machine – who should I meet, but Nancy the surgery nurse using the very next machine. A laugh and chinwag, then I did the shopping. I got a turnip, carrots, parsnips, fresh pod peas, an Irish Batch loaf and some Lemon Drizzle desserts.

As I passed the photography booth, Nancy was still doing her prints. She was using the new Blue-tooth system that had been added.

I hobbled to the clothing department at the other end of the store and a pack of seven cheapo thin summer socks. Back to the other end of the shop to leave, and Nancy was still at the printing machine! A laugh and she told me she had downloaded over 200 photographs! No wonder it was taking so long.

To the bus stop and a long wait for the bus.

The timetable was all over the place due to the local roadworks.

The gals at  the bus stop with me were getting anxious and concerned.

Eventually, they caught one, and half an hour later the L9 arrived.

The driver was not a happy laddie at all.

Then I got a phone call, it was the Asda delivery driver telling me he was at the house to deliver the order I’d placed with them…

What a plonker first grade! I’d forgotten I’d ordered the fodder, and just bought some of what was on the order! He was not happy either, shouted “You’ll have to do the order again then!” and rang off.

Feeling guilty and stupid for the rest of the day now!

Back at the flat, a WRWW got the details of the fodder order and limped straight to Olive’s to beg for help and her to ring Asda to explain for me and see what could be done. When I arrived, her grandson Roger opened the door, so I could be embarrassed, with two people present, instead of one. Hehehe! I humbly explained things and when they had stopped laughing, Roger took charge and rang them for me. He soon sorted it, and although (Rightly so) I had to pay two delivery charges, they will send the stuff back to the flat twixt 0600 > 0800hrs in the morning.

I did feel a fool! (Again).

Thanked them both, and returned to the flat to put the food and socks away, took the medications with orange juice, laptop on to update this.

Not sure how I’ll find room for all the groceries coming tomorrow, though.

Thank heavens for help being at hand to sort it.

Note the socks are colour-coded so I shouldn’t get them mixed up or lost now… maybe I shouldn’t have said that?

But, then again why not, let’s be positive Gerry, I said.

Heard nothing from Deana or British Gas… Yet!

Got the peas on the go in the Crock-Pot, tomatoes, chicken thighs, veg mix (Cabbage carrots & peppers), beetroot, and mash potatoes with cheese. Now Olive and Roger have sorted me out, I feel a bit peckish!

A slightly big nosh, but I did enjoy it so despite the worries humming around in me bald head. Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 23rd Aug 2016: Busy day, ups and downs – Olive a bit better!

Tuesday 23rd August

Stirred around 0525hrs; Struggled urgently out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a WRWW and WRHD session. A bit painful and bloodied during and afterwards, Tsk! I cleaned myself up and started fretting way again. Hoping Olive would be alright with her visit to the Queens Medical Centre for her blood change? Will Deana have any good news from British Gas about the bill? (Not a lot of hope, more a prayer really!), then got some new pains stabbing at me under the left arm ribcage. Humph!

Made a drink and took the medications. Washed the pots in between several WRWWs.

Laptop on, some nice emails of support received. Finished the Monday post, then started this one going. Cross fingered I tried out Facebooking.

Went well for a while.

Spilled some of the contents of the pan of minted garden peas on the kitchen floor… used the new spinning mop to rectify the ensuing mess.

Popped over to see Olive, but she’d already gone out.

0910hr: Returned and did the ablutions, then to the Community Hut to see Deana.

All locked up, so, back to the foyer and a chinwag with some tenants, then out to the bus stop and we caught the L9 into town.

Had a nice conversation with a lady tenant on the way. She even helped me with the crossword bless her.

In town, I walked down and through the Nottingham beach.

Glad to report this was being used a lot more today – the rides and food stalls (As opposed to the beach which was free!) were not being used much at all.

I arrived at the Tram Stop on South Parade opposite the slab square. Swiped my bus-pass and waited amongst the obviously experienced passengers, who were already juggling with each other to gain the optimum position to scramble onto the tram, in the hopes of finding a seat free and knocking the likes of me out of the way.

Which they did with great aplomb when the tram did arrive.

Luckily for me, I only had to stand for about four stops, before we arrived at the Asda Store.

By the time I’d trudged down the winding steps to the store’s car park, I had needed a rest, so stood opposite a big black SUV with a well-built swarthy youth was sat in the driver’s seat.

As a genuinely disabled lady arrived in, to park parallel next to him, for some reason he hit the gas and belted backwards running into the woman’s car with the rear of his, and shot off at great speed. The poor lady was a bit nervous and upset. I went to her to see she was okay. I was joined with seconds by several other shoppers who had seen the incident, on lady had taken the index number, and tended to the woman.

Into the store to search for one of the Nordic Bacon blocks with seasoning like I got the other week from there, they had just two packs left, so I bought them both.

Got some fresh garden peas, and apples too.

I met BJ in the shop, he was looking good and in fine form.

When I came out, a policeman was talking to the lady, I asked her how she felt, she’d recovered well from the shock. I informed the officer of the description of the geezer driving the car, and that he did not have a disabled card on show in his window.

I walked to the front of the store (More hobbled really) to avoid the steps back up, and caught a tram into town. The weather had turned sweltering, and the masses on the tram were joined by another ten or so sweating, irritable parents with their sweating grumpy kids.

I was lucky I reckon, to get off the bus uninjured!

But lucky, that an L9 bus was due out just as I arrived at the stop.

Even the L9 bus was crowded by the time we’d gone two bus stops further on. When we arrived at the flats, I had a job to get free with the lady next to me decided not to get up, but just twisted her healthily and plump legs around to leave me about four inches twixt her ample knees and the luggage rack tp squeeze through.

Battered and bruised I escaped into the daylight. Hehehe!

Up to the twelfth floor and called at Olive’s, too early, though, she wasn’t back yet.

To the flat and a WRWW, kettle on and took the late midday medications. Realised I’d not finished cleaning the Crock-Pot porcelain dish, so I did.

No email from Deana about the British Gas situation yet, so I walked down to the community hut, no one in. Back to number 72 and made another cuppa and got the laptop on to update this.

The day had turned out a hot one; indeed, the wind dropped, yet as I took a photographicalisation of the gravel footpath outside that led up to the Woodthorpe Grange Park next to my favourite copse, no sign of human life was espied!

Perhaps they were at the Nottingham Beach by now?

Checked the emails to see if Deana had any news, nowt in the inbox yet.

Then disaster! The laptop screen went blue with a complicated message telling me I had a virus and was to ring a given number immediately! This was not from McAfee and looked like a con-job – but the laptop would not let me escape or close or do anything – the warning remained on screen!

Force closed the laptop – waited and rebooted and the when I restarted the Warning Screen, and Google opened immediately again! Panicking now, I force closed again and left it for half an hour and tried again – the whole system was slow, but it seems whatever it was causing me the hassle had gone.

Phew?

Went to see Olive at her flat. She looked terribly tired yet was in good spirits, bless her brave, beautiful soul. I found out she was to go back in later, what she thought was pain from her hips, was something to do with her backbone, and they were to investigate. The blood transfusions should make her feel a bit better in 4-5 days.

She told me some stories from the War years and her childhood that fascinated me. I made a fuss and took my leave as soon as I saw her eyelids drooping, gave her a big kiss and cuddle and departed, feeling better in myself knowing she’d come through okay.

Back to number 72. Checked the emails and found one from Deana with a copy of the last email she’s sent to British Gas;

I received an email from Grace Winearls regarding a complaint I made on behalf of Mr Timothy Gerald Chambers 72 Woodthorpe court, Chestnut Walk , Sherwood, Nottingham, NG5 4DZ stating that she couldn’t speak to me has they had no permission from the account holder and if I wanted to call when the account holder is with me then you could add me to the account , every time I call British Gas Mr Timothy Chambers always gives permission for me to speak on his behalf and I’m sure if you checked the account you would see that I have spoken to your customer service team on numerous occasions for Mr Chambers , Mr Chambers is very hard of hearing and struggles hearing what is being said and what he is being asked hence why I do the phone calls for him , I have further reasons to now make another complaint  I AGAIN made a phone call to customer service on the 10th August 2016 and spoke to Ricmondo. Mr Chambers has again had another letter asking for £250.32 for account number 08467, Mr Chambers pays direct debit £58 a month for account number 0695 and has done since 14/12/15 . After being on hold by Ricmondo on and off for 55 minutes I was told that Mr Chambers would receive no further letters demanding money or sending in the debit agencies until someone had been to look at the meter I asked for a letter stating this for Mr Chambers peace of mind and a letter to tell Mr Chambers when the inspection of the meter would take place I was told yes to both neither have happened, and again Mr Chambers has received a letter asking him for £250.32  , I rang British gas yesterday and spoke to a man on customer service I asked to be put through to the complaint department he told me he couldn’t and I had to speak to him I explained I was fed up having a three way conversation with customer service and whoever they were supposed to be speaking to  and I wanted to speak to someone in the complaints department , I was put on hold for 10 minutes has I now time all calls made to British gas he came back and said that there wasn’t a complaints department, I asked why it states on the bill  if you’re not happy with anything contact the customer complaints team , I find the customer service team very unhelpful every person I have spoken to have been unable to resolve this problem , Mr Chambers has also been on the trust pilot website and stated his problems British Gas wrote on his review they would contact him he has yet to hear from them . how much longer is this going to go on ? what more can myself or Mr Chambers do to get British Gas to resolve this problem ? I will send a copy of this letter to the complaints review service has I feel this matter has not been dealt with in an efficient way Mr Chambers and myself have been constantly fobbed off with this issue.

Yours sincerely

Deana Walker – Independent Living Coordinator

Then later, I got an email from BG about this fictitious account!

How can I have two different numbered accounts and only have one meter?

I am getting pissed off with this now, the worry of their threat to send an actioned warrant team and Debt Recovery Agents is not fair, not surprising my ulcer is starting up again! Humph! Thye tell me I might lose my credit rating, and they might send a team to remove the non-existent meter and replace it with a ‘Card Prepayment one’ and they can legally force entry to do so, too?

I am confused, worried and frustrated now, more than ever. I’ll mention the idea of us talking to Nottingham MP Christopher Leslie, perhaps?

Got the nosh on.

Rather overdid it a tad I think with the amount, but, feeling so depressed, I just wasn’t bothered at the time.

Thank heavens that Olive was getting through the day, cheered me up a bit.

Put the gogglebox on and sat like Little Lord Pontelroy with the tray on my knee.

Couldn’t concentrate on the TV, and sleep avoided me like the plague!

Inchcock Today: Fri 19 Aug 16 Continued: Hassle from British Gas, Virgin Media, Facebook and the Ulcer!

 

Friday 19th August 2016 (Continued)

Well, more bother when I posted the previous diary, couldn’t get back to do any editing, got the message: tgc6266 terminated the connection?

Not feeling bright at all now, frustration adding to the ailments. Tsk!

I tried working on Facebook to see it that had been affected by whatever had affected WordPress. Same problems: WordPress was slow, cutting out, freezing, etc. finally not responsive.  Facebook would not load!

So I reckon it is either the laptop or internet causing the hassle?

I realised it was the Virgin Internet causing the problems when I spotted the two top light not lit on the module thingamajig. (Left)

Turned it off and on a few times, tried pressing the reset button without any luck.

Decided to go to town and call at the Virgin Media store and get some help. For anyone already signed up with Virgin Media Internet, they will know what I mean when I say it is impossible to get any help from their stores.

Did the ablutions and I was all refreshed. I nipped out to visit Olive, who was not available?

Got to the bus stop, and an L8 was parked up, with a 92-year old fellow tenant, Norman getting on it.

A couple of tenants waiting for the L9 bus to Arnold supplied me with some gossip to listen to. Bless em!

The rain continued to fall, and the Chestnut trees looked beautiful and were giving off a sweet aroma?

The bus arrived, and I was soon on the journey to Nottingham City Centre.

I got the crossword puzzle book out, but it had got wet in the bag while I was waiting for the bus to arrive.

The driver was unconcerned with the wet weather, and we were soon pulling up in Nottingham, within 30 minutes.

A record that I think.

The brollies were out and were used in abundance.

I made my way to the bank to get some 20p pieces to use in the laundry room back at the flats.

Took this photo of Nottingham Beach as I passed.

The rain had taken a heavy toll on the amusement rides as well as the beach.

Hehehe!

Then I walked towards St Peter’s church and walked back up Wheeler Gate, back into the slab square.

The persistent rain gave the place a feeling of nostalgia somehow?

Then, back into the slab square.

Where a few people were around, but one on the beach again, some brave Nottinghamians risked the rides, though.

Nobody seemed to be smiling or happy.

I called into the Pound World shop and got some choccies and a pork pie.

I hobbled around the back of the Council House, passing some shoplifters being removed from the ladies fashion store, and to the Virgin Media store to get some help with the lack of internet from them. Blind faith and Futility comes to mind!

I entered the store, shaking my brolly as I did, and no customers in the shop.

Eventually, one of the three unshaven assistants approached me with a monotone: “Good morning, can I be of use?”

I informed him of my hearing difficulties, that I had two questions for him, and explained about their connection going down so they could update their mobile phone system, and the Virgin Internet had come back in patches and had now stopped altogether. I handed him the paperwork with all the details on it. He perused it, then I asked if my package was with unlimited broadband… a few minutes later he said he could not find any details on his computer?

He consulted with the tattooed assistant, who told me, via the first unshaven one, that it should be?

I showed him the photo of the router box lights. He showed it to Tattoo, who whispered something in his ear-hole.

He then told me to phone 151 from my landline, and they would help sort it. I pointed out again my hearing problems, and he just repeated himself?

I left none the wiser.

I strolled in the rain to the L9 bus-stop and caught one back to the apartments. Who should get on at the next stop but Norman, I love listening to his tales. Made the trip a pleasure. He’s been to exchange a Record player with CD and radio combined. I told him I’d take the LP’s I’d got so he could see if he fancied any of them.

Dropped off at the flats, and left Norman chatting at the bus stop with Frank. Went up and called at Olive’s flat, not in yet, though.

Back to the apartment, WRWW, made a cuppa took the midday medications and investigated the Virgin Media box, now with all the lights on? Bemused, baffled and bamboozled at what to do with the internet box – I turned if off and on again, and the thing worked? The connection was still mega slow, mind.

Nipped to see Olive, who was not very well again, so I soon left her to get her head down, a little kiss and promising to call and see her in the morning.

Hello, the rains stopped!

Back to the laptop (Still running slow) and got this started off, then tried Facebooking again, crossed fingers here… No, let’s me do a bit then losing connection? Humph!

Well well, well…

Another demand from British Gas for payment for the non-existent meter!

This is doing my health no good at all you know! 

Again they send it at the weekend so I have to wait and worry before I can see Warden Deana Walker for help again!

Updated the TP (TrustPilot) report.

Then got the food cooking. Appetising Crock-pot vegetables, the pork loin and some chips that were amazingly tasty!

Then I received yet another phone call from British Gas again. Wanting to talk to me about the Red Demands for payment of the non-existent meter they say I have!Deana told me not to talk to them at all. So I told the caller to contact Deana, telling him I have given her number to him on at least five occasions in the last month. He ‘told me’ to tell her to ring them – I refused. Repeating that she is my sole agent in this matter, and she must be contacted so we do not any more confused than British Gas has already made us, over this farcical threatening incorrect demand!

Now I sat there, dinner getting cold, feeling depressed as I fretted about the internet connection, Olive’s health, the laptop playing up and the now bleeding Little Inchy again, on the not working once more £300 second-hand recliner chair, and how to get out of it to throw away my festering fodder… Fed-up!

The ulcer started kicking off, took some Peptac, not that if does much to relieve the pain. It also ruined the chances of my getting to sleep later, that combined with the worrying… I feel terrible now.

Inchcock Today, Wed 17 Aug 16: The ladies day, Morrison Delivery, INR Blood Test and British Gas get it wrong again!

Wednesday 17th August 2016

0415hrs: Almost jumped awake – the dream, of me in shorts and ladies in attendance, we were on a stage with glittering lights and the girls queuing up to come on platform one at a time and each one telling me something in a whisper, despite the blaring music in the background… no idea what they were telling me but I was giving each one of them a kiss and cuddle… Then I desperately tried to get back to sleep and re-enter the dream… But not a chance, as an urgent desire and need of a WRWW, arrived that had to be tended to. Tsk!

Nice looking morning today.

No WRHD yet. Made a brew and took the morning medications. Got the laptop going, found the internet still on, although expecting as the letter from Virgin Media said, it will go off for all of today, and started this diary going.

The Morrison Delivery and cleaning girls day today, then a walk to the GP surgery for the INR Warfarin Blood Test.

The Internet was down, so I’m writing this on Thursday morning now it’s back on again. Isn’t life confusing at times?

The Morrison delivery arrived, the flowers for Olive were looking beautiful. The two mini beef pies were two gigantic meat pies!

The cherry and helpful M&C cleaning ladies arrived late, so I had to give them a key for when they leave, said they would drop it off at Olive’s. Also, I’d managed to lose the key they stated that they’d left sticking in the balcony door lock? Really got to me this did! I didn’t think I’d touched the door or key? .

They said they would have a look for it later.

I went to take Olive her Roses, she told me off for this, but she had a lovely smile on her face when she did so! I little cuddle and I departed happily.

Set off on me walk to Carrington and the surgery.

Not many folks about this morning.

Got to the surgery and had my blood taken by the lovely nurse. Left them their nibbles and out onto Mansfield Road and caught the bus into town. The only reason I was going there was to call at the Nut stall on the Market and get some chocolate and yoghourt covered cashew nuts.

 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.

The difference to standard was no beggars about and no one crossing the lights on red.

I thought afterwards, it looked like they were all posing in the hot sunshine for the photograph? Hehe.

Into the market and got the nuts. Then a walk into the city centre.

Where I got this photo of the high-in-the-sky riders next to the Council House top dome with Little John’s bell within it.

I got a dizzy after taking it.

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!

Maybe all the heavy traffic on the road that you see in the picture scared the little mite onto the pavement? Sarcasm is intended!

Caught the bus and fellow tenant and Social Hour Gossiper Bill got on the bus. We had a chinwag, which was good because it stopped me nodding off and missing the flats bus-stop!

Called in to see Olive, but no reply.

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.

There was no room in the freezer to put the large beef pies in, due to the earlier Morrisons delivery, so I decided to have one of them now. 

Not a good idea really, though. I couldn’t consume all of it and left the bottom pastry. I bet the scales in the morning will be tested?

Off to see Olive again, bit still no answer. Bet I got it mixed up again about her going to be in?

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:

He confirmed who I was, said he wanted to discuss things about the meter (the non-existent one?) – I replied that Deana Walker was my agent in all matters concerned with British Gas, told him they had been informed of this and my hearing difficulties on several occasions – Being as British Gas refused to allow Deana to talk directly with anyone from your complaints department, I’m refusing to speak with you! I gave him Deana’s phone number, telling him this had been given to a BG representative each of the at least eight occasions she has contacted you… I spoke without raising my voice too!  I felt better after that!

Got settled to watch an old film on the gogglebox and the door bell rang – I struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the door, it was Olive bless her! So, there I stood suddenly realising I was in me jammie bottoms and nowt else talking to Olive! Red-faced or what? She gave me the key to the house and told me the balcony door key is now back in the door lock. The girls searched the house and had found it in a drawer? I thanked her, gave her a kiss and ascertained if she will be in tomorrow. I can visit her before I go to the Tenants Social Hour at the Community Shed.

Back to the recliner and started a nine-hour session of nodding off and springing awake, interspersed with struggles to have many a WRWW visit. Tsk!

Inchcock Today Mon 8 Aug 16: Whoopsiedangleplop and Prize Plonker Day of the year so far!

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Monday 8th August 2016

0340hrs: Gave up trying to get to sleep. Feeling in decent form and the ailments seemingly in a calm mood, I climbed out of the now working again £300 second-hand recliner chair and off for a WWHD job. Oh dear, much blood from the  rear end, and painful passing.

Had a little dizzy spell. After which as I made my way into the kitchen to make a brew and take the medications, the stomach almost erupted, stabbing pains and it seemed to churn and rumble something rotten.

I popped onto the scales… Humph!

With the tummy churning away, and now the vision blurring a bit, I got the laptop on to finish the Sunday diary and start this one.

I felt a bit apprehensive about these ailments coming at the same time. Took some extra Peptac in the hope that this might calm down the innards a bit.

The wind was blowing in nastily through the air vent and edges of the windows, right up me bare legs under my dressing gown. Hehe! I put me trousers on.

Did some Facebooking (three & a half hours, huh!) while I could, then checked the emails, then some graphicalisationing, all between WRWWs.

I want to go out today now the toe is a lot better, and get to see the ducks in the Arboretum Pond and feed them with the earthworm pellets that they seem to like. Sorted the rubbish and took the bags to the chute.

I got the ablutions done and changed ready to set out to catch the L9 bus into town. I got as far as the lift and realised  I’d left the hearing aids – back to the flat to collect them.

Back out and in the lift, just arriving at the ground floor when I remembered I had not got the mobile phone with me –  back to the flat to collect it.

Once more, back down the lift and to the bus stop this time… Oh dear oh dear…  No Bus-pass with me! – back up to the flat and down just in time to catch the bus!

Then,  getting on the bus, I tried to swipe in with my Hearing Aid card! Huh!

Arrived in town and walked to the Arboretum from the bus stop.  

A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist joined the pedestrian as we crossed over and I went passed the new Cinema, showing Trolls, and passed the university buildings and up Waverley Street to the Arboretum.

On entering the gate, I spotted a new bit they have created, a beautiful bed of flowers and plants, and an instruction sign/guide.

Took a photograph through the trees and bushes on the side of the pond.

Rather lovely I thought.

I could see some pigeons and many Mallard ducks further on near the aviary, and made my way to them with the pot of earthworm pellets and seeds to feed the little mites with.

The Mallards came from far and wide to dine.

After talking to and feeding them, I made my way out to go to Tesco for some fodder and a wander around.

As I left the grounds, twp Nottingham Cyclist were coming towards me on the wrong side of the road, and this very near the tram lines! The both seemed happy enough, and they soon moved onto the pavement.

At Tesco, I invested in two for £3 lamb hotpot ready meals, Two yoghurts, potato cakes, some spread, wholemeal thins, a pack of Boczek and amazingly a two pack of fresh cream horns fell out of the fridge and into my basket as I walked by them?

I paid the gal on the checkout and checked the time, I could just make the L9 bus stop in time with any luck. So I painfully legged it ASAP to the shelter. Met a fellow tenant at the bus stop. When the bus arrived:  I couldn’t find the bus pass! I had to let the bus go without me and felt such a fool! I searched through the bags and my pockets, eventually finding the bus pass in my inside pocket! Humph!

I had an hour to kill until the last L9 bus of the day. So foolishly I went to the Slab Square and took some piccies of the Nottingham Beach – which was near to the Primark shop, and I went in to have a look around and came out with three long sleeved shirts/jumpers, another £18 quid spent on unwanted attire!

Caught the bus on Queen street.

The weather turned sunny for a while and the wind seemed to drop somewhat.

I was soon back at the flats and making a beeline for a WRWW with some urgency.

Made a cuppa and got this updated to here.

Some mail arrived, at first, I dreaded that the British Gas might have sent another demand, but no. Twas a letter from the Council, instructing me to fill in the Voting form and return it within three days.

Called to see Olive, going to take one of the Fresh Cream Horns for her, I departed and as I got to her flat, realised I hadn’t taken the cream horn with me, went back to fetch it, and went into the front room to collect the Voting letter so Olive could clarify things with it for me – oh dear! 

I did a Whoopsiedangelplop into and over new Ottoman!

I believe I said “Oh, flipping heck” Didn’t half sting. Hehe!

Hobbled to Olive’s flat, and she smilingly greeted me, but she was not very well herself.

She accepted the cream horn without telling off too much this time.

Then, the gal set to medicating me leg wounds and putting plasters on them for me. I felt so lucky to have Olive there. We had a good long chinwag and laugh.

I had to leave and get back once again for a WRWW, and I got the chips in the oven and updated this again.

The meal, a wholemeal salad sandwich with sausage, oven chips, onions, beetroot, green and yeow tomatoes, fresh raw garden peas and the evening medications, followed with a banana, satsuma and honey yoghourt looked most appetising once I’d got it all prepared and arrange neatly on the plate ready for my consumption!

The Pleasures of Dining Alone:

It was a little uncomfortable eating it, though:  As I settled on top of the £300 second-hand recliner chair, tray on my belly, feet up and tucking into the feast, the seat went down on its own accord…

I got out of it to pick up the chips and peas that had been ejected from the plate onto me, the chair and the floor, and banged first, the already black and swollen left middle toe, then  I caught the newly injured right shin on the cupboard door as I extracted the brush and dustpan for use. The blood flowed from both plasters down the leg and soaked my sock.

Well, I thought, these things are sent to try us, or words of a nearly similar nature. Hehe!

By the time I’d sorted everything out, the cleaning and clearing up, the wounds replastered and medicated, two hours had passed since the Whoopsiedagleplop occurred before I got settled once again to eat what cold bits of the meal I had managed to retrieve.   

I even managed to tread on fallen fork on the floor that I’d missed. Now bent, bloodied and in the rubbish recycling bin.

Which is where I thought I should be!

A new standard of pissed-offed-ness, depression, frustration and lack of confidence reigned!

Thoughts of a defeated nature lingered… Humph!

Inchcock Today Fri 29 July 2016: Mixed sort of day, ups and downs yer know…

Friday 29th July 2016

The worst nights rest since I’ve been in this flat. Horrendous! The WRWW’s and dreams didn’t help either!

I really believed this part of the dream was happening in real life: Back at work, but working seemingly for many of the companies I had worked for, and in the army again in battle conditions? I was going all over the country in different vehicles searching for a factory, being shot at and mortared, when I found the plant, I got lost on foot, then the chase began. People of all sorts pursued me, shouting, swearing, shooting and throwing things at me.Then I was on a canal in a flimsy wooden rowing boat, fighter planes (Hurricanes) diving down and strafing me… 

Then I was on a canal in a rickety wooden rowing boat painted pink and blue, fighter planes (Hurricanes) diving down and strafing me… I sank and found myself in another battle in a high rise block, the binoculars I was using started giving out jazz music? 

The last bit I remembered is when I was in a canteen demanding Marmite on my meal and the lady growling and hitting me with large saucepan… Oh ‘eck!

0520hrs: I got out of the £300 rattling second-hand recliner for the umpteenth time for another WRWW, and trod on the torch that I must have knocked over during the dreaming, and down I went, Whoopsiedangledplopped again! No bleeding from ‘Little Inchy’ again.

Made a cuppa, cleaned the sink area and took the medications. Laptop on and back to the wetroom for a WRWW again!

CorelDraw X8 froze again. I was not feeling too good now, the ulcer being the biggest hiatus.

Weighed my slab of flesh on the visit for a WWHD (Failed) session – oh dearie me… 3lb increase from yesterday??? Surely the scales can’t be right I thought – then I recalled the nibbling I did early last night after the meal? Shame joined the pain in my disgrace and depression!

The WWHD job was not successful at all, painful, bloody and escaping wind ponged something awful!

Took a shower and freshened up.

Remembered that Olive had arranged for the cleaning team owner to visit later around 1000hrs to sort out what I need, what she can provide, and how much it will cost. Hope she can do the oven at least. I’ll ask if she can ‘Do-me’ for general cleaning once a fortnight?

 Carried out the ablutions and had a jolly good shower. Lemon soap today.

Got the shower seat ready for taking away. A smaller stool would do me much better than the chair, and not get in the way so much.

Made another brew and back on the laptop and updated this bit.

The Nottingham City Home’s Occupational Therapist Assessor is due in 15 minutes, to check the wetroom out.

An hour later, he not arriving, I popped in to see Olive, but she was not in. Trotted down to the Comunity Shed to see if I could find Deana to phone about the shower chair, but no-one in.

Spur of the moment, as I was walking back past the bus stop, I had a chat with a couple of tenants and caught the bus into Arnold to get the photos from Thursdays Tenants Social Hour printed.

For a Friday, Arnold Main Street looked a bit baron of people?

Went into Asda (Walmart) and got the photographs in the machine, paid for them, got the receipt and did a bit of shopping. Tomato puree, naughty shortcake biscuits and a sweet mini cheese topped cob. Paid up and to the kiosk to collect the photographs, only three this week.

Feeling tired as I hobbled up to the bus stop to catch the L9 back to Sherwood and the flats.

The assaulted bench seats were less one more wooden bar today I think?

Had a lovely chinwag on the bus, but the lady bid her farewells and got off shortly, and I fell asleep! As luck would have it, another woman, who was from the flats had got on while I was snoozing, and woke me up as she laughed me into consciousness for the bus stop we needed! I did feel a fool, but it got me chinwagging with her for a few minutes.

I called at Olive’s on the way to the flat, but she was still out, back to the apartment and WRWW. Missed the midday medications but took the evening ones early with a cuppa. Made a meal and took a photo of it – but when it came to me downloading it – it had gone from the camera?

The washing up took ages. The slow cooker I’d done the vegetables in was most determined in its efforts to cling onto them. I dropped the bowl taking it out of the sink Hehe!

Nipped around to see if Olive had returned. Her beautiful beaming smile greeted me and let me in so we could have a chinwag. She was a bit better than yesterday I’m glad to report. Eventually, she had to throw me out. Haha, not joking!

Back in the flat and a WRWW later, and feeling cheered by seeing, chatting and gossiping with  Olive, I thought I’d have a go at cleaning the kitchen windows. I got the cleaners and cloths ready, but caught me finger on the awkward mechanism to release the window to turn it round, and the resulting little lesion bled for a few minutes. This discouraged my efforts, and I put away the cleaners and cloths!

Washed and ready to settle down to watch some TV, and I looked at a lot too, for hours… between nodding off periods, which were probably longer than the actual watching TV periods… does that make sense?

Inchcock Today – Fri 22 Jul 16: Out to get food – failed! Olive looking great!

Friday 22nd July 2016

Dydd Gwener 22 Gorffennaf, 2016

Stirred late, gone 0600hrs, WRWW and WRHD jobs tackled. No bleeding.

Cup of tea and took the medications. Completed yesterday’s diary and started this one.

Emails and comments from British Gas regarding my complaint about their service on TrustPilot, the company assessment site.

Endless emails seem to have arrived. Morrisons Asda, and those I wanted from my Cyber friends too. Spent hours responding.

Got a shower and did the ablutions ready for hopefully catching the 0930hrs bus to town, and getting some photographs of the progress of the Nottingham beach in the Slab-Square.

I called in to see if Olive wanted anything bringing back from town, and she asked me to get two potatoes for baking, not too large, please. I was tickled pink that I could do something to help.

Down and to the bus stop via the bottle bank where I got rid of some jars.

We were soon in town and I dropped off at the terminus on Queen Street.

Walked down into the Slab Square, the Nottingham Riviera and beach was till being got ready for the opening at 1400hrs. Forklifts and cranes still working, rides being built, a right mess it looked.

I didn’t think it would all be ready for 1400hrs?

I caught a tram out to Beeston. Very few folks about today?

I wanted to go to the B&M shop there to see if they had any of the Bonners Curried beans or Goulash and or Sweet & Sour Chicken.

The tram stop was only a few hundred yards from the B&M store.

After searching around for a good while for the desired foods I asked an assistant if they had any of the Bonners Curried beans or Goulash and or Sweet & Sour Chicken. They didn’t have any of them!

So, back on the tram to Nottingham.

Again, very few passengers on it?

The skies turned dark a few times en route.

In town, I poddled down to the M&S foodhall. Plodded round and got two potatoes for Olive. Then got a ready black bean meal, a red onion, a packet of wheat snacks and a packet of four English leeks. Far too many, but I can split and share them with Olive later. Also got some fancy tomatoes, I’ll give olive a couple to try later.

On the walk back to the bus stop, I passed, two begging blokes, a street guitarist, an accordion player, three Big Issue sellers, policemen putting shoplifters in a van and sneaked some seed to the pigeons.

The L9 bus had the cheery female driver, always cheers we old un’s up she does. Bless her.

I actually fell into the land of nod en route, but somehow managed to wake up just in time for the stop. Phew!

Straight to Olives flat with her potatoes, tomatoes and leeks. She looked lovely. A gossip and cuddle and I were off.

In the 72 flat, WRWW, put the fodder away and started the vegetables reheating in the Crock-Pot or later. Decided I’d have the veg with the Black Bean ready meal later.

Laptop on and updated this effort.

A more fierce lethargy suddenly attacked me without warning…

‘Fierce lethargy’, I like it, but ain’t sure it’s the right words to use?

Got the nosh consumed and fell asleep watching the TV.

Tsk!

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