Saturday 19th November 2016
In Cebuano: Sabado sa ika-19 nga Nobyembre 2016
0215hrs: Jumped awake again, feeling nervous and fretting for some reason?
It was well cold this morning, (58°f in the kitchen), To the wetroom for a heavy duty session that went okay, but Little Inchy was bleeding badly again, more washing to do. Cleaned and medicated the lesion area, that looks to be getting larger and spreading. Much thicker and longer area affected this time compared to the last troubles. Uncomfortable with this. But, let’s not complain cause Roger Reflux and Arthur Itis are being kind to me. Anne Gyna a bit bothersome, though.
Coughing a lot.
Put on some thick clothes, and swapped the one I had on for a much thicker woolly hat.
Put the expensive to run convector heater on. A costly thing to do I know, but it soon had the room warmed up.
I should be getting the mobile oil-filled heater coming today, I just hope I have the tools if it needs any putting together (Wheels, etc.).
Mug of tea and took the medications. Sorted the pots out ready for next week.
0415hrs: Turned off the heater.
I must remember tomorrow at the INR test, to request a prescription for some more Betamethasone cream. Oh, I mean on Monday of course.
Oh, I meant on Monday of course.
Got the computer on and did some of the diaries catching up.
Then had a go on Facebook. Did some graphics for TFZers.
Done my ablutions.
Little Inchy tended to again.
Made a cuppa and I could feel the cold through the kitchen window.
Took this shot of the frosty grass beneath.
The flipping temperature in the kitchen had gone down to 57°f now!
I’m hoping the deliveries don’t arrive early now, cause if they do, I’ll have time to nip into Sherwood and get a TV mag and some bread. After yesterday’s indoor all day effort, I need to get a bit of exercise? But am anxious about going out in the cold weather – despite the heatless sun coming out. Radio Nottingham gave out a warning about thigh winds and rain coming too.
Did some word searching, for some to use, later.
Facebooked for hours.
Checked on the Amazon Parcel Tracker site and it told me it had been delivered?
I put channel 801 on the TV and watched it as I got the fodder started off cooking. 801 is the CCTV of the lobby entrance, then I could see when the delivery came and watch them press the panel to ring me to be let in, that was the plan anyway.
Two hours later, the intercom rang. Which confused me at first, cause there was nobody on the screen using the intercom? I answered, and it was the NCH security, telling me that the residents of 72 Winchester Court had called them because they had opened their door and found two parcels addressed to me at 72 Woodthorpe Court outside their door! Marvellous! So another Whoopsiedangleplop I cannot be blamed for!
I made my way down to the foyer, out on Chestnut Grove and up to the Winchester Flats, where surprisingly my fob worked on the door. Up the much better and newer lifts than those in Woodthorpe and to the flat 72. The lady at the door bless her, spoke very low and I had to guess at what she was saying, but I got the bigger of the two boxes that had been left blocking a tenant’s door and somehow managed to get it back to my own place. Stopping very often to catch me breath and have a breather. I got it into the spare room and sat for a few minutes, Anne Gyna playing up something awful now. Back down and to the other number 72 again and collected the heater in the box.
Got it back, called in to see Olive en route. She pointed out that I was lucky that someone had not stolen the boxes. We had a chinwag, and she said her grandson Malcolm would fetch a chair like the one he has got for her for her computer and fit it up for me. She told me to look them up on Argos and give her the number for the one I fancied.She let me sit on her new one, and it was super comfy with armrests on it. I decided to send the one back to Amazon telling them I might have broken it with having to struggle to carry it so far due to their error in delivering it to the wrong address. A cuddle and I returned to the flat to assemble the little oil-filled radiator and get it going to test it.
She let me sit on her new one, and it was super comfy with armrests on it. I decided to send the one back to Amazon telling them I might have broken it with having to struggle to carry it so far due to their error in delivering it to the wrong address. A cuddle and I returned to the flat to assemble the small oil-filled radiator and get it going to test it.
Oh boy, how long do you think it took me to get the wheels attached? Ten minutes, twenty minutes or over an hour due to me keeping losing the nuts repeatedly?
Very pleased with how it works, though. Two power buttons, low and high and a thermostat that I set on 2.5 on the up to 5 scale thingy.
As I got it going, I remembered the cooking, shot into the kitchen in a semi-panic.
Found I had not turned the power on to the cooker, so nothing got burnt. Huh!
Got the beef in bean sauce and potatoes in the oven stirred again and pottered about in the kitchen listening to the radio while it cooked.
Again, with the vegetables I’d cut the onions and peppers into too large a pieces and they were not cooked properly. Fool!
Gratin Potatoes were excellent and tasty.
The knees started to play up, and Anne Gyna was not happy at all with me. The exertions of moving the boxes and wrestling on the floor with the heater assembly were taking their toll on me now.
Tired as I was, sleep, that has been easy over the last week, was resisting me. Read and finished the Quintinshill book and put it with the Clarkson book to take to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop. Desperate now, if reading didn’t get me to sleep, and watching the TV failed as well confused me again.
Put a DVD on, and that seemed to work, at last, hours later than usual I drifted off.
meal. By gum, I enjoyed that!
Out and got the washing ready to take down to the laundry room. Felt a right nullifidian with all the Whoopsidangleplops up to now.
Getting bright and light now. Made another mug of tea and took this photographicalisation from the kitchen window.
Checked on the emails. Oh, 77 more than yesterday? Investigated. Mostly unwanted ones.
Did a new one of Shirley and me in the desert!
Got the dinner cooking.
The lower region accoutrements were beginning to sting badly now, so I made my way to catch a bus home to check on things. Walked through the Victoria Centre and noticed the American, California Tortilla Food place was not doing very well this afternoon.
looked like a Western Cowboy Saloon was nearly finished.
The rain poured, but only once I was safe on the bus, and it stopped just before we arrived at the flats. Nice. Th winds did not abate, though, howling it was. Still wailing away and I could hear it easily when I got into the flat. This must be very annoying for the residents who have good hearing. Poor things.
Ready meal prepared, Morrison’s Beef in Black Bean sauce, all I did was add some Sharwoods Black Bean Sauce from a jar to it. Oh, and a baked potato.
Made a start on a (Supposedly funny) post I had in mind.
Checked the vegetables and added some tomato puree to them.
The Copse was looking thinner now, but still beautiful.
The usual plentiful supply of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists was about all day.
Up the top floor and to the Market Place Stalls. Got some cashew nuts in dark chocolate and some in yoghourt mix.
I tried a few times to get decent what I call, ‘Moody’ photographs on my wander around.
As the bus passed Clinton Street, I tried again to get a ‘Moody’ as we passed the end of the street. This one didn’t work at all, did it?
Dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner chair and took a photograph of above the electric fire that doesn’t work on my way to visit the porcelain for a WRHD session.
Then afterwards, going into the kitchen carrying the camera, I somehow unintentionally took this photograph.
As I was washing after medicating my rear-end, I realised my sight was not good. Looked in the mirror and found that there was bruising internally underneath my eye and odd marks above on the eyelid.
Started the coughing again as I came out of the warm wetroom and into the unheated front room. I must remember to ask Deana if she is at the meeting if she has informed the works department of my storage heater conking out.
Tram back into town.
As we passed Clinton Street, I took this one through the bus window.
Back at the flat, I found a note telling me that the Personal alarms and some others had gone down, but was being worked on to be corrected.
f garden peas, pork sausages, potato cakes and ciabatta cobs. A lemon curd yoghourt to follow and a packet of vinegar flavoured Peasnaps afterwards.
A call came through on the mobile phone that stopped before I could get to it. 01767319860, I’ll put in on Google Chrome to see who it was.
Feeling tired and a bit down now. No alarms, no heating in the front room, no photographicalisationing permitted at the Social Hour, and not knowing when the loan radiator was due. I bet it’ll come while I’m at the clinic, hospital, shopping or surgery?
0240hrs, Down and moved the things into the dryer, wiped the machines. Up and did some work on the computer. Started work on the diaries and graphicationalisationing.
Made a mug of tea and took the morning medications. At this stage, 045hrs, the first Whoppsiedangleplop of the day occurred. I dropped the pot of tablets, bent down to retrieve it and knocked the bottle of antacid off the kitchen counter and what a horrible mess it made as the bottle broke and the medicine looked like gunge and stuck like gunge to the kitchen floor! Picking out the brown glass bits was easy compared to cleaning up the liquid that had clung to the floor like a moveable glue!
Tried using paper towels but that wasn’t very successful, so I got the mop and bucket out – eventually the floor was presentable it – but it took as long again to get the mop and bucket cleaned, and it took two rolls of Blitz kitchen towels, flash liquid, bleach, washing up liquid and a lot of swearing to clean the sink that I cleaned the mop and bucket in!
Good job I’d just collected this month’s two bottles yesterday. So I started the last one off.
Made my way straight to the bank and they couldn’t find Duncan’s number on my mobile. I needed to call him cause he knew where I’d concealed the number, Humpf!
Nipped down to Broad Marsh, to take a photograph of a particular area to put on a Nottingham site, along with one from the 1950’s.
Back up to the Slab Square, where they SSE electric company workmen were busy setting up the Christmas decorations, on and around the Council House.
Where I was in luck today.
Walked back through the Victoria Mall (Centre) and noticed this Pizza place, The Stonebaked Pizza Company. Four staff and no customers.
I took a picture from the bus stop, facing where the bus would arrive from. Can you see some of Fothergill Watson designed building on the left-hand side?
At the flats stop, I found Mary, having a rest on the bench there, before she carried on into the flats. I stayed with her, and we had a gossip.
Got the meal prepared. Put the sauce, and mini sausages in a saucepan were slowly warming.
Stooped, er, no, stopped for a break and made another strong mug of tea.(Flipping tiny keyboard, I’m forever having to correct mistakes).
Set off on what turned out to be a very little one-way hobble to the surgery and around Carrington. Caught two buses back.
The signs of the season were all over the streets and roads en route.
Out and into the chemist to collect the month’s prescriptions – which weighed more than the other bag!
To the flat and a much needed WRWW.
Went to make another cuppa, the last one got cold. 
it might be the hacker again. Then remembered I was paying for withheld numbers to be barred from getting through? So I tried 1471 and was told that 02034574172 was the number ringing. Then, I put this into Google and found many complaints about this number. Hundreds of comments about the caller wanting to ask just three questions. People discovered that they were charged for the call. So be aware my friend, please.
Then I tried to find out if I could buy a caller display landline phone, but many pages gave differing answers.
Fodder. I got the meal ready.
she’s out all day with the family. Gave her a peck said my farewells and limped back to the flat, just a touch depressed.
brew. While doing so, I thought I’d take a shot from the kitchen window. I put the selector on a different option for scenery and took this photograph.
Eventually, I got it done, though.
creating a message for her.
Duncan was wearing his Robertson Tartan kilt, and I was so happy to see him approaching the foyer door, I nearly burst out with loud ‘Yahoo!’ 
advice I found on the Helpline page of CorelDraw, and this did not solve the problem (Obviously). We tried it again, lengthy procedure, we had to find the CorelDraw suite in Control Panel, click to Remove or Adjust, then after a few selections to choose from, including options for ‘Repair or Modify’ I chose Repair, we ran it. But it made no changes.
drained to bother with anything fancy that needed proper cooking.
All done by 0730hrs. I enjoyed the little amble, nobody else about at all. Plenty of lights on at many flat windows mind.
Seven and a half hours later, I’d managed to do eleven graphics for the TFZers site.
Opened Facebook and posted each one to the TFZers gallery. Then did some regular Facebooking.
Sorted the medication pots out for the week. Took tonight’s dose.
Finally, it was ready.