Tuesday 30th August 2016
Woke and rose at 0425hrs: Realised I was not wearing the alarm wristlet and panicked, trying to think of where I’d left it was no use, I was in such a pickle and state last night… weary drained and in pain.
As I fought my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair, the pains from yesterday were still lingering around my bloated body-mass. The boil was still tender, the Anne Gyna letting me know she was there, the knees were hassled by Arthur Itis. However, the hernia was far less of a bother. Still feeling weary, overdid it yesterday I reckon.
The only thing on my mind was, where is the Alarm Wristlet. I tried to recall logically; I was on the laptop when BJ phoned to ask me to go to Papplewick… so I searched the desktop, no red and white alarm wristlet found.
Into the wetroom and searched all over, nothing found.
To the laundry bag, felt in the sleeves of the two tops to see if I’d taken them off forgetting about the wristlet. Nothing found.
All coats on the hallway pegs, inside the shoes, on the floor, Nothing found.
Kitchen, checked the bins drawers, cupboards food storage areas, Nothing found!
Front room; Took the covers off both chairs, got the torch and looked under both of them, cabinet, all drawers checked, rubbish bin checked. Nothing found.
In a state now. I shall have to throw myself on Deana’s mercy and pay for a new one then.
Took the medications, and had a stand-up wash and shave, it was still too early to make a noise using the shower.
A quick check around in case the alarm might be somewhere visible, nothing found.
0730hrs: Got the laptop on ready to do yesterday’s diary and… there, right next to the left-hand side of the laptop was the Wristlet Alarm! It was turned inside out, and the red and white parts were hidden under the black elastic. I probably turned it inside out in a rush to get it off when BJ rang me yesterday.
Now, this might sound like an excuse for my failure to see it, especially as this was the first area I looked in? It is.
But the joy of finding it after only three and a half hours of searching for it was incredible!
Much Facebooking and graphicationalisationing followed.Rang Deana
1115hrs: Rang Deana to see what time she would be calling, then I could work out finding time to get to the shop for some fresh vegetables hopefully before the buses stopped at 15oohrs. Deana was busy covering for holidays at another complex on Sneinton or St Ann’s I think she said. Told me to call and see her in the morning at the Winwood Community Shed early.
I’ve got a Morrisons delivery coming twixt 0900>1000hrs, the wonderful cleaners arriving twixt 1000>1100hrs, and I need to get to town for a new doorbell battery somehow. I’ll try to get to see Deana EASP, although I don’t think the talk will take too long. I’ve got to pay this second-meter bill now I reckon. But would like it, if when the bill is settled, she can help me sort out a new supplier for the electricity. I’d like to know why they kept lying to Deana telling her often, that the mystery meter account had been closed then make it into my main one?
Deana is up to the neck in work normally, but even more so now, poor gal.
Did some light ablutionisationing and got ready to go to the shops, thought I’d call to see how Olive was on the way out. She told me not to pay the British Gas bill and to cancel the arrangements they have already made without me being aware of until it was all done. And tell Deana I was not going to pay. She (Olive) was in goodish form today, bless her. She told me where the Aldi store was on Woodborough Road that I could use by catching the L8 free bus.
A peck on the cheek and quick pleasurable cuddle and I off I poddled.
Caught the L8 and got off up the hill a stop too early, Humph! (I can’t take myself anywhere Hehe!) Plodded up and right down Woodborough Road to the Aldi shop.
Got some leeks, sunflower oil, porridge pots, cheese topped cobs, vine tomatoes, red pepper, 3 bananas, cheese twists and the thing I went for, some fresh pod garden peas. The lady at the checkout was so different to many of the till operators and did not rush me through too fast, bless her.
Split the stuff into two bags, and walked slowly back to the flats, well, it was downhill nearly all the way. Made a slight detour into the woods to look for wildlife to photograph. I didn’t see any, just as well, I’d forgotten to take the camera with me.
Good job olive told me about this shop, it’ll come in handy knowing I can use the L8 bus up the hill, and get some gentle exercise walking back down after buying my fodder, in good weather anyway.
Got back in the flat, WRWW and WWHD tended to, put the nosh away and back for another WRWW?
Got the kettle on and weariness overcame me. I put on ‘Diehard with a Vengeance’ DVD, and nodded off for so many minutes here and there, I gave up with it. Tried watching the TV and the same thing happened.
Got reading the war book and that seemed to do the trick… nodded off after two chapters and hearing a noise from somewhere, I know not where… next thing it was 0500hrs when I woke, having missed the evening medications again! Humph, clot and 
!
peas. Took the medications. made a cuppa and got on with finalising the Saturday Diary – it depressed me reading what I’d written already! Sad innit?
Titivated a bit around the kitchen, and took the rubbish bags to the chute. Olive came out as I was coming back. She popped in with a Birthday Card for me. Bless her dimples. I walked her back to number 68 and we had chin-wag and cuddle. She had received a photograph of the family ladies party (Top of this page) she went to. And she liked it!
They got me a book, for my birthday, and a lovely towel with a cunningly sewn on ‘Bates Hotel’ sign. I got them to adopt a suitable pose for me: I think they deserved an Oscar for their instant acting without a script! Hehehe!
I satisfied the call for a WWHD session and got the fodder prepared.
I looked up on the net to see what pork dewlap is.
I bravely popped onto the scales – and was cheered up instantly!
I clicked reply, a box came up for me to comment in, but could not see any message?
Got the idea for an ode to insanity come to me, and got on with making it before I lost or forgot the idea. Struggled on and got it done after a few hours of graphicalisationing and composing.
Damnations! Two more letters from British Gas. Down my spirits go again! Looks like I’ll have to pay, despite so many people advising me not to, I don’t think I’ve had the will-power not to or will be talked into it if I talk to BG, just to get rid of the hassle?
Got the daily fodder prepared.
Took the medications with some orange juice, and got the things ready for the laundry room visitation. During which the first Whoopsiedangleplop of the day took place.
0505hrs: Down to the laundry room and got the clothes into the… wait for it… New Drying Machine! At last, after waiting for about nine weeks, we now have two dryers again. I was surprised to see it was a similar model to the one that conked out, and they could not get the spare part to mend it cause it was so aged? The drum appeared a lot larger on this one. Got it going and returned to the apartment again.
0605hrs: This was quickly followed by Whoopsiedangleplop number three. I started to clean and clear properly, where the bins had fallen earlier and clouted my head on the draining board as I bent down.
I opened the window in the kitchen to let the aroma out.
Caught the L8 bus into Sherwood and went to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop and unloaded the bag of clothing.
Caught the bus back up to the flats and had a good chinwag with some other tenants en route.
The view from the kitchen window was very nice.
Within minutes of foolishly finishing eating this monstrous so-called edible creation, the stomach was rumbling, bodily winds were escaping from all extremities, and I felt that along with the dissatisfaction and worry of the unfair British Gas charging me affair, these should have been sufficient to ensure my suicide.
I even remembered the Asda (Walmart) delivery was due twixt 0600 > 0800hrs. You know the one, that should have been delivered yesterday had I not forgotten and gone shopping at Asda – Humph, what a 
. Remembering this was probably helped by the great dirty sign I wrote on a large envelope and stuck it in front of the laptop screen?
Got my ablutions done early, no shower, though, it was too soon for that, all the noise it makes would have disturbed my neighbours. So a stand-up wash and shave – and I didn’t cut myself shaving?
So I hoovered it up and got onto sorting the delivery out. I’ve now got a full fridge, freezer and overflowing cupboards and floor!
Mansfield Road in Carrington to the Lidl store.
As I started off from the bus stop, I saw a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist coming down the hill at me. Happily freewheeling it down and not moving for any pedestrians, we moved out of his way! Luckily there were very few of us in his way today.
Until I stubbed my already hurting toe on a tree branch coming out above the ground.
Got the food going, roasting vegetables, (parsnips, carrots, red onions and potatoes) to have along beside a frozen something or other I had in the freezer without a box.
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.
Made another cuppa and the view from the kitchen window, was gloriously pretty.
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.
To the bus stop and a long wait for the bus.
driver telling me he was at the house to deliver the order I’d placed with them…
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.
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!
Deana called British Gas and asked if she could be put through to the complaints department, this time, she was told they didn’t have a complaints department?
Arrived in town, a little overcast weather and a fair wind blowing. Walked over and through the tunnel into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).
Hobbled along and down to the first floor on my way to Tesco. 
popular this lunchtime.
the bus-stop.
Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were both being kind to me this morning, but Duo Denal was letting me know he was unhappy.
Got the night fodder prepared and a decent one it was.
I gave the LP’s to Norman so he could use his new retro designed combined record player, radio and CD player.
After a couple of hours gladly listening to his tales of old, and a tour of his flat, (he has a double, with a narrow but long spacious kitchen, similar to Olive’s), I took his rubbish to the chute,
Bin bags to the chute called to see Olive, no answer, then down to the bus stop to catch a bus into Sherwood, then another into the City Centre. A jolly good chinwag session at the bus stop with the other eight tenants awaiting the same bus. This cheered me up no end, especially talking to Norman on the seat in front of me.
Dropped off at Victoria Centre (Mall), and made my way up the escalator to the top floor.
Then over the walkway across and above Upper Parliament Street.
Walked down into the slab square and took a photo of the Nottingham Beach, and the showers – in the rain and howling wind!
The fodder was ready, including the funny shaped carrot, crispy bacon, boiled spuds, pork loin, baby beetroots and Polish veg mix in salted water.
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!
Did the ablutions and I was all refreshed. I nipped out to visit Olive, who was not available?
The rain continued to fall, and the Chestnut trees looked beautiful and were giving off a sweet aroma?
The driver was unconcerned with the wet weather, and we were soon pulling up in Nottingham, within 30 minutes.
20p pieces to use in the laundry room back at the flats.
Then I walked towards St Peter’s church and walked back up Wheeler Gate, back into the slab square.
Nobody seemed to be smiling or happy.
I entered the store, shaking my brolly as I did, and no customers in the shop.
Well well, well…
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