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An Updated Message for British Gas – From Inchcock – Updated again… and again…

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Why do they tell me so many different Lies?

I am getting on a bit and moved into a Nottingham City Homes high-rise aided-flats.
I set-up a direct debit to pay British Gas and almost a year later received a demand from them for another account number that had my name and correct address on it.
BR07Being partially deaf, I asked Deana, the warden, who contacted BG, and almost two hours later, they told her that this account would be closed on 7th June 2016.
On the 7th of July 2016, another letter arrived asking if I had forgotten to pay this bill?
BR06 Julie, the another warden rang them to try and sort this out, but it took so long, her going home time arrived. Seems I may have to pay to have the second (Non-existent) meter removed/disconnected?
Four days later, I managed to get Deana to ring again. Eventually, again, they informed her that the account would be closed.
I now wait nervously for the next ‘Reminder’.
Hey-ho!
Well well well… The following Saturday (today)
Oh, Marvelous! French Owned British Gas, who last week told Warden Deana the Electricity Bill would be scrapped for the second time, have sent me a Red Letter Bill with threats now!
Losing me credit rating – demanding the £250+ I don’t owe them!
So frustrated, I did a post about them and put it on Facebook, LinkedIn and on WordPress too!
So annoyed with them for lying to my warden twice now! Grrr!
So, another demand arrives, and my aided-flat warden rang them again for me.
Warden Deana told me once again, the account is to be closed and I have nothing to worry about. (Humph!)
Now, a few days later today, I get another demand for this non-existent meter with my name on it, once again for the £250.32.
“Call us about the money you owe” is the headline on it!
The replacement ticker the angina and sticking reflux valve are not happy with this extra unwarranted hassle from British Gas, especially after Deana rang them for I think the fourth time – now I have to bother her again for a fifth time. After being told on every occasion the account would be closed.
My health is suffering over this, and enough is enough! I will be seeking legal advice as recommended by the medical staff. When and if I ever feel up to it!
All I want is peace and a hassle-free existence.
Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit, I understand, but my patience is getting thin. I hope I don’t snuff it before this is sorted.
Where can I get some help on this, can anyone help?

Thursday 28 July 2016:
BR04Warden Deana Walker rang British Gas again (Over an hour) for me.
This time, a different story emerged: It appears the two tariffs are on the same meter now? They intend to merge the two – thus making my bill twice as much?
This after being told three times by British Gas that they had closed this fictional extra account!
Deana asked them to send someone out to sort and assess the situation.
So, now I await Deana to have a look and then the BG representative getting in touch to arrange a visit…
1220hrs: Ah, Deana is here now talking to British gas as she looks at the meter… She gave the all the details yet again to a different representative who told her the account in question was definitely closed 28th June 2016. This the same account that they are going to merge with my proper account???
She was then put onto someone else and explained it all again to this one. She waited patiently for the return to the phone, of the lady she had been speaking to this time… 
1240hrs: Still waiting. 1253hrs: Still waiting… 1258hrs… (Missed her dinner break now!) 1259hrs The Lady (Leigh) returned said Checked on company database, what Abdul told her earlier was incorrect, the account they were still sending out bills for no longer exists!
Nice that!
I await further developments with an uncomfortable feeling of dread in my old mechanical heart.

Thursday 4th August:
BR05British Gas with another Red Demand for payment to the meter they told Warden Dean Walker a few days ago (For the third time!) had been Cancelled!
The ladies must have seen how this affected me, and they ran Deana and asked her to call and see me once again Sort out this horrendous situation.
This time, French-owned British Gas threatened me that they would get a legal entry warrant and replace the non-existent meter with a payment meter, I’d lose my Credit Rating, and they will pass on my details to Credit Collection Agency!British Gas with another Red Demand for payment to the meter they told Warden Dean Walker a few days ago (For the fourth time!) had been Cancelled!
Warden Deana arrived a bit later, and took the paperwork, saying she is going to contact them by email this time, so she has a record, and off she went, too.
Heard nothing back from her yet.
Terribly worried now!
Warden Deana came to see me. She has sent an email to British Gas, awaiting a reply.

Wednesday 10 August: Warden Deana emailed the reply to me from BG.
From: Customer Complaints
Date: 9 August 2016 12:38:24 BST
To: Dean Walker
Subject: Your reply from British Gas (18953202) (KMM43902975V30033L0KM)

Dear Ms Walker
Thank you for the enquiry you sent regarding Mr Chamber’s account, I’m sorry it’s taken me a while to get back to you.

Unfortunately, I am unable to help for the time being, as you are currently not named on the account, and as such I am unable to disclose or change any information regarding the account.
This is due to the Data Protection Act.
If you would like to be named on the account, please call us on 0800 048 0202* when you are with the account holder, so we can get permission to either speak to yourself or add your name to the account.
Alternatively, you can send in a signed power of attorney letter from the account holder, with the account number and details, authorising you to be added to the account. This can be posted, or attached to an email. Our mailing address is: British Gas, PO Box 227, Rotherham, S98 1PD.

BR03Once you have been added to the account, or we have verbal permission from the account holder to discuss the account with yourself, we will be able to disclose any information you require.
I apologise for any inconvenience this may cause.
Please contact us should you need any help in the future and thank you for contacting British Gas. 
Kind regards Grace Winearls 
britishgas.co.uk – Looking after your world

Deana came to the flat at 0955hrs and rang BG and got her name on record as my representative and added her name to the account. (Which account, the actual one or the fictional one, we were not sure)
She ran the BG Complaints number, and tried to get put through to them, but had to make do with the Billing section.
She explained the situation yet again to this BG agent, and was put through to another agent and explained everything to him as well. To complained to each person she spoke to, and asked them why she could not get through to the complaints department?
She was put on hold. (Half an hour on the phone up to here)
Someone spoke to her and decided to put her through to someone else again.
She was put on hold.
She explained everything again to this agent.
She was put on hold.
She asked for written confirmation that the account had actually been close like he has been verbally told on four occasions now, but the demands continue?
She was put on hold.
Mr Ricmondo came on the line.
We were told it had been cancelled (Again!).
She was asked to give the meter readings from the one meter I have. (Which of course is not the meter in question (…67), but the meter I am paying by direct debit (…95). Bewildered we both were!
Deana complained again, about not being able to talk to their Complaints Department directly!
Her phone battery was now down to one bar. She complained about being kept waiting on hold so often.
She was put on hold.
Ricmondo returned eventually.
1) It seems an engineer will contact Deana to make an appointment to disconnect the non-existent meter and take the readings?
2) No further demands would be received. (Oh yes, very confident about this we were!)
Deana spent 53 minutes in total on hold – the poor woman had lost the will to live!

Wednesday 10th August 2016:
British gas, who told Deana five times at least now that the account had been closed, sent me an email request to supply them with a meter reading again, for the supposedly closed mystery meter!?!?
It gets more convoluted and worrying as time goes by!

Wednesday 17th August 2016:
Despite having been told by Deana not to contact me, but her as she is my sole representative and her contact details being given to BG, they called me on the phone knowing my hearing difficulties. The polite gentleman, whose accent, I found extremely hard to comprehend, wanted to talk to me about the non-existent meter.
I informed him of the arrangement for Deana Walker to be contacted as my agent. Then had to give him her contact details for the eighth time at least.
Still, no more Red Letter threats and demands again… yet.

19th August 2016:
BR09Got a phone call from BG again.

I told them to contact Warden Deana. Later in the day.

BR02Well, fancy that, yet another threatening payment demand arrived! “We will pass your details to a debt collection agency!” “…for a warrant to enter your property and fit a pay as you go meter” 
Again I receive it on a Friday so I can worry and fret over the weekend before I can get to talk to Deana.
The stomach ulcer has started playing up now, along with the Angina.

The dizzy spells are back too!

Tsk!

01gMonday 22nd August 2016 – 0835hrs:

Hobbled to the Community Hut at the flats and luckily, Deana was in, she 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?

She explained the situation yet again and I had to confirm my authorising her to speak for me.

She was put on hold for fifteen minutes: She was put-on-hold again and eventually ran out of time and had to ring off after 20 minutes! She will try again later and let me know what occurs.

24th August 2016:

Two emails and another demand, for payment of the mystery meter.

24Aug0124Aug02BR05 Cannot contact Deana to tell her about these.

Having been told they have closed this …67 account numbers, on at least five times, on the following Friday…

I get this copy of an email received sent from British Gas to Deana.

Friday 26th August:

I get these letters from British Gas (As quoted in the email copy).

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So, desperate to try and understand if I am being conned or not here now.

Sent an email to Doctor Lynton with a copy of the email, and updated this post, in a desperate effort to get some guidance.

Oh dearie me! Then the email from Deana:

Dear Ms Walker

As you’ll remember, you’ve recently been in touch and asked us to look into an important issue.

My name is Lee Jordan. I’ll be personally handling your complaint and will ensure that it is resolved to your satisfaction as soon as possible.

I’ve tried to contact you on 26th August 2016 but this hasn’t been possible. I’m sorry for any concern that has been caused in regards to the bills that have been produced for Mr Timothy Chambers’ accounts. I’ve had a good look into this for you.

Usually, a property will only have one supply number (known as the MPAN). Due to Mr Chambers having an Economy 10 meter, he has two supply numbers and these are 1100005542430 and 1100005542440.

Account reference 850055308467 is for MPAN 1100005542430.

Account reference 851004170695 is for MPAN 1100005542440.

Mr Chambers’ meter has 5 rates which log the electricity that is being used at different times of the day. The accounts were set up so that two of these rates were being billed on account number 850055308467 and the other three were being billed on account number 851004170695.

Mr Chambers was receiving bills for account number 850055308467 as we only had a Direct Debit set up on 851004170695.

So, why didn’t they tell me when I set it all up?

In order to simplify things, we have now put all five of the readings onto account number 850055308467. This means all future bills for this account will include the total amount of electricity that has been recorded on the meter. A new Direct Debit has been set up for this account. This is now the main account.

No further charges will be applied on account number 851004170695. Because of this, the Direct Debit for this account has been cancelled. Upon closing this account, there was a credit of £76.23 on it. This has been transferred over to the new main account 850055308467.

Mr Chambers has used on average £100 per month of electricity since the account opened in June 2015 and his current balance is £375.30. In order to cover the cost of what is being used and to also clear the current balance, his Direct Debit has been set to £134 per month going forward.

Can they do this without my permission?

Please be assured that there is no longer any overdue balance to pay as his full current balance of £375.30 is included in this Direct Debit payment scheme.

A new statement is on the way to him showing the current balance of £375.30 on his new main account 850055308467. He’ll notice that all five of the readings are together on this statement and the future statements will continue with all the readings together. This statement details the unit rates that are being charged for each rate.

A statement for account number 851004170695 has also been produced. He’ll notice that the balance on this account is zero. As mentioned above, no further charges will be applied to this account.

Mr Chambers may benefit from moving to a supplier that has a specific Economy 10 tariff if he is heating his home during the times that are allocated as the cheap rates. Any supplier with Economy 10 tariffs would be able to give him further advice regarding this.

?????

If you feel I haven’t answered all your questions, or you‘re not satisfied your complaint has been completely resolved, please feel free to contact me on the details above. I’d be more than happy to help you further.

If you’re happy with what’s been done you don’t need to do anything and I’ll make the arrangements to close the complaint down for you on 10th September 2016.

Saturday 17 August 2016:

These arrive in the post: now four letters in two days?

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Seems they have done it anyway. Cancelled the old original one, added the mystery one and what was left, on the original one together… This is doing my health no good at all. The Angina and Duodenal Ulcer are both giving me hassle again now, trying to understand why they have lied to me and Deana so often and changed their messages to us?

Do I have any comeback?

Inchcock Today, Thursday 18th and Friday 19th August 2016

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Thursday 18th August 2016

01gUp around 0520hrs, Having dreamt of Pete. The Brother-in-Law, being on top of the Council House in Nottingham, laying pink bricks and the police and firefighters were trying to get up the ladder to stop or arrest him, but failing as he poured engine oil down on the steps of the ladder?

Foggy view on the left from the kitchen window.

I did feel a bit nervous this morning, without knowing why? No confidence at all. Fought my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair as it groaned whined and shuddered, and to the wetroom for a WRWW and WRHD. Both being a bit painful today. Mucho bleeding from the rear end again? Tsk!

Had a long job doing the Wednesday diary with the help of some notes I made while the internet was down. Checked the emails, got one from the surgery telling me, they could not fit me in for the INR Warfarin blood test on the day given by the hospital again. But they put in for next Thursday at 1100hrs, that being the only free spot. Huh! Again they ruin my Thursday Social Hour! Humph!

I had no sense of acuity this morning, and it bothers me a touch, as to why? Felt, almost capernointed?

Did some graphicalisationing, then did my ablutions, using the lemon soap and citrus spray. I think I might have been trying to liven myself up? It failed!

Things got much worse after I nipped to see Olive. The poor gal was not well at all, and I got depressed then. I’ll call and see her later if she is awake.

Off to the Winwood Social Hour at the community hut. Took some raffle prizes and nibbles with me… I wish I could have taken some Oomph with me. Ah-well!

The meeting well as well as it could have. Eddie and Mike were in good form, and BJ visited and kept out spirits up a tad bless him.

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Better turn-out than last week but still many empty chairs. I knew that Toni had a medical appointment.

I managed to see Deana and tell her of the British Gas phone call.

The call for the utilisation and activation of another WRHD (Wet Room Heavy Duty) arrived, and I departed after saying my cheerios to the others, and back up to the wetroom. Still bleeding from the rear end, a bit. Might put on the protective nappy-like pants on just in case. Yes a good idea, so I did.

Started the Crock-Pot vegetables going. Potatoes cubed, leeks, garden peas, red onions and seasoned the with Bisto vegetable stock, mint and a leaf of Basil. Crossed fingers on how this will taste. Going to have them well cooked and drained with the fancy pork bloc with herbs and some beetroot.

Made a small cuppa, Laptop on and checked the emails again.

Not up to going out today now. Had the occasional mild dizzies and a jargogled vagueness that lingered on and on.

01aDid the fodder, the only highlight of the day.

Felt like I was disintegrating mentally and physically.

Did nothing of any value, worth or interest.

Drained.

 

Friday 19th August 2016

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0600hrs: Stirred painfully to life, back pains and dizzies immediately apparent. Felt as bad as last night. Tsk!

WRHDS (Wet Room Heavy Duty Session) that was bloody again, but far less severe than of late. Into the kitchen, cuppa and took the medications and photo from the window, of the Nottingham City Hospital in the distance.

Blooming cold this morning!

Then started the laptop, but could not get access to WordPress? Closed and restarted, still the same, other programmes were slow, but worked? Shut down properly and tried to restart, but it was not having it. Off again, tried once more, and eventually Windows started. The internet was so slow, but it let me get into WordPress after a few failed attempts, and that was mega-slow!

I’d lost the Grammarly Add-on. Did a McAfee scan, nowt detected. Turned off and restarted again. Still the same, maybe even slower now. Humph!

I didn’t need this hassle along with my not feeling too bright as well. I just hope it doesn’t play-up or pack-up next time I try to open it? (Add a wrd that rhymes with it to get the true feelings I had at this point)

Feeling so tired now, why? I’d just had six hours kip at least? The INR level is very low, which means the blood is thicker. I thought feeling so weak and tired would have been caused if the blood was thin?

Got on with adding this (Friday’s) post to Thursdays, just in case I lose the laptop or internet again later. Tried to save this, and the site became unavailable! Grrr!

I’m going to try and save and publish this to here, if it works I’ll add the rest to the next post. Crossed fingers, here I go…

 

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

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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!

01aNice 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? 11b.

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.

01bSet 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.

01c 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.

01eInto 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.

01dNearly 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.

01fFeeling 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?

01iGot 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 Tue 16 Aug 16: Launderette day, three great bags of washing! Visited Olive for a cuddle!

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Tuesday 16th August 2016

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0455 hrs: Hardly any kip last night. Can’t recall any dreams and I was in desperate need of a WRHD session. Escaped the £300 second-hand recliner and got to the throne in time. Only the tiniest bit of blood from the rear-end this morning. Anne Gyna Haem Aroid, Duo Denal and Arthur Itis being kind too. This lack of bleeding, was almost worrying? Hehe!

Fretting over Olive, or rather not seeing her yesterday.

I did my ablutions while in the wetroom, to make sure I was ready for when BJ calls to say he’s coming and I can nip out with the three bags (Well, 2½) of washing for the launderette. I got them ready to go later, I squashed the clothes int two bags, just.

The scales might have got stuck, same weight as yesterday, which was too much to high of course. Humph!

Took the rubbish bags and threw them down the waste chute.

WAK001Titivated the kitchen.

Made a brew and got the laptop on to finish yesterday’s and start this diary off. Realised I’d not taken the medications, so I did so.

Sometime today or tomorrow I will lose the Virgin Media internet connection, so please bare with me… no, that should be ‘bear with me’ I think?

BJ called on the phone, he’s on his way – scurried around and got me ready, called on Olive, she was not in, and down to and out of the foyer, and met BJ and put the bags into his car and off we went to Carrington and the launderette. Where a nice welcome awaited us from Mandie.

01hA large machine was free so I used that, using the guidance given from Mandy.

The wash took an hour and a bit and cost me £8, oh dear! The door of the dryer I used afterwards kept springing open, and she informed me I’d put in too many clothes, so after putting the £3 in, I had to split the load with the next machine and put in another £3! Blimey, £14 for launderette session!

Still, had a good chinwag with Mandy.

Off to Asda (Walmart), and set about buying stuff I didn’t need and spent a fortune again! Tsk!

01jHowever, I did get some fodder that I did want to get. A packet of leek and potato ready prepared, and a packet of Fresh pod garden peas that I will add to the leek and potatoes go into the Crock-Pot tomorrow when I get back from the INR blood test.

01kAlso, I could not resist the cooked Nordic Style bacon joint with herbs and garlic they had on offer.

I tried some of this a while ago from the delicatessen but have not been able to get any since until today.

I hope it is the same as that one was because it was Wunderbar tasty!

A good sell-by date on it too.

The feet, were stinging for some reason again? BJ ran me home to the flats dropping me outside with the washing and shopping bags, cheery farewells and off he went.

I struggled up with the bags and put the washing and fodder away promptly as I could, and went to see if Olive was in again. No. I was getting a little concerned and decided to go to the Community Hut to see if Obergruppenfurheress Julie or Warden Deans was in, to ask if they had seen her.

On the way out of the flats, a chap, a new tenant stopped me and asked what the long keys were for. He was in flat number seven.

His breath stunk of alcohol, but he was a cheerful enough bloke. I took him to the storage rooms but we could not find one for number 7. So we searched next one and that was the same. We searched and found another one and there it was. Nice to be abe to help someone innit.

Plodded to the shed and Obergruppenfurheress Julie was in, and I inquired if she had seen Olive, “Yes” she said, “Yesterday”. This cheered me up and I was singing to myself as I returned to the flat.

IMG_0002Got the meal going and updated this. Still not sure when the internet will go down.

Still not sure when the internet will go down.So I’ll finish this off in a while and post it while I can if I can, by then. I think? 

If you know worra mean like?

The lamb hotpot with the Crock-Pot vegetables and a few chips was very tasty indeed. Rated it a 9.25/10.

Went to visit Olive, and she was in! Had a great cuddle and chinwag for hours.

Inchcock Today Mon 15 Aug 2016: Horrible! I couldn’t get to see Olive!

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A bit of graphicalisationalised fun here, start wiv a laugh eh?

Monday 15 August 2016

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0400hrs: Woke pondering about the dream I’d been having about an old, old flame.

0425hrs: Felt the wet-and-warm sensation in the lower regions and eventually dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner – that worked smoothly and without any shuddering to permit me to attend the wetroom for a WWHD session. Passing was easier than yesterday, but the blood flowed from Haem Aroids much easier too! Oh dear, not had it like this for months – Tsk!

The duodenal ulcer was beginning to play up and Anne Gyna was joining in.

To the kitchen and cleaned the pots that I’d left soaking last night, back for another WRWW, then got the kettle on and took the morning medications.

Straight on with graphicationalisationing, this took a few hours.

Then the diaries.

Far too long on Facebook, by the time I’d done, it was too late to get the ablutions done and catch the bus to town – Humph! So, it was quick ablutioning session, change, rubbish bags to the chute and down the lift to the bus stop: And, I didn’t forget anything either! Oh yes!

01aGot down to the foyer and an ambulance arrived with it’s blue and twos going. I waited for the pair of paramedics to get out and swiped them into the  flats – I followed them to see which floor they got off at because I was bit bothered and concerned in case they may be going to Olive’s or Norman’s flat. They got off on the first floor.

Had a chinwag at the bus-stop and was soon on the L9 going to Arnold.

01bAt the bottom of Winchester Street Hill, there were some roadworks and temporary lights and I took a photographicaisation, as the bus driver waited for them to change.

You should have seen the looks I got from the only other passenger – if looks could talk, he would have said something like: “Hello, what’s this Herbert up to?” with a discombobulated scowl on his face. Hehe!

After a longer than usual journey, due to the road works. A notice informed passengers:

On Monday 8 August to 22 August, phase 1 of gas mains replacements will begin on Nottingham Road in Arnold. 

This will cause delays to  Calverton Connection and L9 buses of around 10 – 15 minutes and the following stops will not be served during this time:

Towards Nottingham

Opp. The Vale

Adj. Daybrook Square

Adj. Portland Street

Adj. Sainsburys

Towards Calverton

Adj. Charles Street

Opp. Sainsburys

Opp. Portland Street

Opp. Daybrook Square

Temporary stops used during this time will be:

Towards Nottingham

Adj. Carmel Gardens

Adj. Conway Gardens

Adj. Saville Road

Thackerays Lane (SW bound)

Adj. Calstock Road

Nr The Vale

Towards Calverton

Behind The Vale

Opp. Calstock Road

Thackerays Lane (NE bound)

Opp. Saville Road

Opp. Conway Gardens

Opp. Carmel Gardens

The L9 will be diverted at the turn off to the Sainsbury store and through the Bestwood Estate in reverse to its usual pattern, at the terminus passengers wanting Arnold must stay on the bus and when they arrive in Arnold the bus will circle around front Street and onto Mansfield Road missing out the centre of Arnold and returning to the usual route on Daybrook Road.

I must, remember to thank them for that bit of clear as mud advice? Hehe!

Dropped off in Arnold and visited the Fulton Food Store in search of the tasty small pots of pickled beetroot and they some in, so I got a couple of them. 

Then over the road and down into Asda (Walmart) for the vegetables and fruit. Got some carrots, fresh pod peas, Cheese sticks, potato sticks and, er… just a few lemon drizzle desserts… Cough shame face adopted!

Got a call on the mobile from the Nottingham City Homes Assessment man Joel while in Asda. He said the shower stool will arrive shortly and the chair will need picking up. I pointed out that the stool had been collected a few days ago, and the man took away the chair. Tsk!

Went into the non-food section and got some extra large loose fitting underpants… now you may wonder why after getting some only last month? Well, with the lack of movement on the replacement for the conked-out dryer machine in the laundry room, we still have difficulty in getting the washing done. (BJ is hopefully lifting me to the launderette tomorrow) I’ve run out of clean knickers!

Still time before the bus was due, so I nipped to the Boyes store and got some more medication pots – again, you may be asking why when I got some last week? I got four last week, got confused with the Mon to Sun pots and the morning and evening ones. So, thought I’d got four more and keep the morning and evening ones separate and use the old pots for the midday ones. A good idea I thought?

But they only had four strips left on sale, so I gave them one back and bought the three seven-day strips. Ater paying for them and leaving, I was terribly confused ad wondered if I’d done right after all?

Got anohter call, it was from a bloke who told me he was at the flat and had to pick-up the shower chair? Double Huh! I told him the story again and the chair had been collected by the man who brought the stool. Talk about British Gas… not funny, sorry I said that now.

01cCaught the bus after a wait in the sunshine, and at the next stop who got on the bus, but Eddie!

I fumbled and got the camera out to catch him just in time!

He didn’t see me and walked by and sat at the back, I couldn’t catch his attention.

When we got near the flat, he noticed me and we had a chinwag as we went into the flats. Grand chap is Eddie! We parted with cheery cheerio to each other.

01dWRWW, got the fodder away and prepared the vegetables and got the in the Crock-Pot a-cooking.

Then set to trying to sort out the medication pots and fill the new ones in rotations, which meant emptying the old ones out and generally getting myself in a pickle with them.

But I did get them done, in the end.

I then made a Morrison order to be delivered Wednesday, a busy day but with Morrisons doing a times delivery in an hour, I think it will all work out well enough. Wednesday, the internet will be down Huh! The Morrison delivery 1000>1100 hrs, Cleaning ladies 1030>1145 hrs? and the INR Warfarin blood test at 1330hrs, should all gel okay, that reminds me, I must ask for a prescription for some extra pain gel at the surgery too.

Got the laptop on and updated this while I could smell the vegetables bubbling away and making me hungry! Haha!

Getting late now. I turned the Crock-Pot down to low and went off to see how Olive was doing.

Darnations! She isn’t in, I’ll pop back later.

Did a bit more Facebooking.

Back to Olive’s apartment, no luck again.

I’ve got BJ calling early in the morning, kindy lifting me to the launderette. So it will be too early to call on Olive then, haveto call when I get back.

01eGot the nosh ready.

I had lenty of vegetables left in the Crock-Pot for use tomorrow. Carrots, onions, leeks and fresh garden peas.

Not very good, rated this effort as a miserly score of 6/10.

The vegetables were nice though.

Had some cheese sticks and a lemon drizzle afterwards.

The night was horrible again, sleep did not want to visit me again!

Huh!

Inchcock Today Sunday 14th August 2016

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 Sunday 14th August 2016

01cStirred into semi-life around 0330hrs, the thoughts of what I had been dreaming about must have got to me, cause when I woke up again around 0520hrs, Found I’d scribbled some notes on the Ottoman at the side of the £300 second-hand recliner chair.

Regretfully I could not decipher a lot of them, and the memories had dissipated. It seems I was flying and being chased by seagulls and a family of different sized Osteodontornis? Later I was back in the bombed-out high rise building with an angry crowd of people chasing me and throwing ping pong balls at me? The other scribblings meant nothing to me, they seemed to be one-word clues I wrote to trigger the memory later – it didn’t work, I couldn’t even read some of them. ‘Plonk again’, ‘Passion’, ‘Agony’, ‘Got larger than ever __?__ ‘ and ‘No bleeding’ were some bits I could not relate to.

The £300 second-hand recliner noisily and awfully shudderingly let me out of it to go for a WRWW and WRHD. The latter was not a good experience this morning, blood flowed, and the Haem Aroid problem was rather painful.

To the kitchen, kettle on and washed the Crock-Pot porcelain dish that I’d left soaking in the sink, from last night’s delectable meal.

01aTook the medications with an extra senna tablet with the cup of tea.

I’d planned to have a mini-packet of two caramelised biscuits with the cuppa, but as I opened them Arthur Itis decided to freeze my fingers, and after they had fallen to the floor along with the wrapper, I trod on and crushed them, nearly going over myself as I slipped on the wrapper! Tsk!

Laptop on and much graphicalisationing done over the next few hours.

Started this diary off, then finished Sundays and got it posted, as ambivalence began to invade my mind.

01dPopped onto the scales, confident that the 80z reduction in yesterday’s weighing would continue…

Huh, Humph and Tsk!

Updated this Sunday diary, made a nice strong brew of Yorkshire tea, passed the wind and decided to catch up on the Facebooking.

Had a go on Tetris, not had a go on this for a while, then did the ablutions, teggies, shower, shave and medicated the areas of the excessive body mass that needed it.

Nipped to see Olive and had a good natter, she applied the pain gel for me again. Her Grandson Roger arrived, I gave Olive a cuddle and kiss and off back to the apartment.

01kI, had a raging hunger on me for some reason?

Got the meal on, not that this took much effort today, cause I just had some lamb chops with the Patti Beckert inspired, BBQ seasoned baked beans.

I didn’t do such a good job of cooking today, though, the beans were fine, but I didn’t cook the lamb chops enough!

Now this bit needs explaining to me if anyone can please: After eating the fodder, I nodded off, woke with hunger as if I had not had anything to eat, went and made MORE FOOD to eat. Fish cake and fish balls, while making this second feast, I realised it was only an hour since I ate the last one? Yet I still ate it? I must have nodded off for just a few minutes.

01jStill, when I took the pots in the kitchen, the evening-night sky was worth recording.

Not as awesome as the night skies I’ve seen (In photographs) of the American, Canadian and Australian night skies,  but it looked so beautiful to me.

Back to the £300 second-hand recliner chair and got the TV on ready for me to fall asleep in. But, it didn’t happen, no nodding at all, feelings of uncertainty reigned in my addled tormented brain, that would not let me settle or sleep! It was well into the early hours of the morning before I nodded off, then it was dream filled and I woke around 0430hrs wide awake and still muddled in the mind!

Tsk!

Inchcock Today Saturday 13 August 2016: Lovely visit to see Olive

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Saturday 13th August 2016

0520hrs: Forced my eyelids to open and mind to activate… with difficulty.

The bits I could remember of the dreams was very sparse. At one part I was being flayed verbally and with a whip and castigated over my bad memory? Mind you, for a change it wasn’t in a bombed out building, nor was I being chased… this was on the deck of a galleon, my oppressors were many and varied, some who I know or have known in real life? And, they appeared, to be fighting and squabbling with each other to get the use of whip? It felt so real, the pain I mean. Later when I had my shower, I found myself checking to see if I had any lashing marks on me from the dreams? Hehe!

Eventually, after I’d depressed myself over the dreams, I got out of the £300 noisy, shaking second-hand recliner and to the wet-room, where the WRHD did not go well at all. Difficulty in passing, blood in the stool and back passage and it took an inordinately long time to complete. Then the stomach started of grumbling again, but nowhere near as back as yesterday morning.

Made a brew, forgot to take the medications, but I remembered later on. Got the kitchen titivated then the laptop on to do the diaries to date. When finishing yesterday’s journal, I had a sudden impulse to do a humorous graphic post and set about doing this on CorelDraw and CorelPaint.It took around two hours or so. This is the header for the funny. Rachel Carerra, Shirley and Mike Steeden and Marissa Bergen. A 

It took around two hours or so. This is the header for the funny post. Rachel Carerra, Shirley and Mike Steeden and Marissa Bergen. A cracklingly attractive and desirable selection of females! (Not including Mike is this statement like) I made it a bit of a Funny Caption/Comment Competition thingie.

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Had to nip for another WRWW.

01bOn the way back I looked at the desk with all the paperwork that needed sorting – thought about it, took the medications with some lemon flavoured spring water, made another cuppa and started this diary off.

Should get on with this sorting later actually.

After an hour or so on WordPress, I went to get the Peptac for an extra swig cause the stomach is still playing up. Then realised I had not got the vegetables going in the Crock-Pot! So enjoyed yesterday’s that I tried to put 01dthe same seasonings into this one. A tiny bit of demerara sugar, oregano, mint sauce, vegetable stock and a splash of vinegar. No idea if that was what I used yesterday, but it sounded okay?

The vegetables today were: garden peas, carrots, leeks, red and white onions, orange peppers (Hope they aren’t too strong?). Cleaning afterwards I managed without any effort at all, to cut my finger with the paring knife. It didn’t bleed much, but I did drop the cutting board, and it hit my knee on its way to the floor. So, another pair of jammie bottoms into the already overstuffed, overflowing huge laundry bags! Blooming good job BJ is lifting me to the launderette on Tuesday, bless him.

I’d had been hoping for less Whoopsiedangleplops today as well. Humph!

1120 hrs: Got myself all cleaned up, scrubbed, polished, scented, showered, shaved and fit for my visit to see Olive this afternoon. Spent a lot longer under the shower. Lavender soap was utilised. (Can’t find any more in the shops, this tablet is getting like should be getting, thinner and far less volume – Hehe!) Citrus body spray used, no aftershave, though.

01e1155 hrs: All done! Feeling better now. I went in to weigh myself.

8 oz down! (Well, 7¼ oz then!)

So chuffed about this. Especially after giving up all hope of stopping the daily increase over the past week and finding my superbly conditioned but jelly-like blob of ageing body mould to have increased daily to a higher total by 8lb! Hee ha!

01fInto the kitchen to make a cuppa and take the midday medications and noticed I hadn’t taken the rubbish bins to the chute after sorting the out earlier.

Back on the laptop, it’s still too soon to go and visit Olive yet, as her son, grandson, daughter or granddaughter is taking her shopping this morning.

I put the Feet First appointment for Saturday 17th September at 1400hrs that I made yesterday, onto the Google Calendar.

Checked on the Crock-Pot vegetables cooking and added a spot of mint sauce to the mix as it bubbled away before I realised I’d already put some in. Tsk!

I did some Facebooking on the TFZ site. Two hours or so later, I checked the Crock-Pot and had a taste… still a bit bland, so I added a spoon of concentrated black bean sauce. I’ve no idea what I’m doing here now. Hope it comes out alright in the end.

Got a phone call come in, answered it quickly with a ‘Good Morning’ (Although is was afternoon) – Silence reigned for a few seconds, then a strongly Asian-accented voiced chap or woman began: “And jolly good most morning to you, I am…” I put the phone down. Felt a bit bad afterwards, but with getting so many of these calls that are trying to con or sell me something… Tsk!

Off to see Olive for a laugh, chinwag and cuddle. Rather sadly, I returned to my own apartment, and the vegetables looked to be done to perfection. So, I got the meat in the oven and sliced some pork loin to go with it as an extra treat (Not that I deserved it).

01bCleaned the utensils and put the Crock-Pot porcelain bowl in the sink to soak, and the meal was ready to serve up.

It looked a bit of a generous serving to me… but I guiltily ate it all up with great lip-licking passion.

One of my better efforts (Although a too large meal, Tsk!) A 9.3/10 methinks. Took the evening medications and faded quickly, into the £300 second-hand recliner and put the TV on, channel swapping a lot because I couldn’t make my mind up what to watch.

Around midnight, I awoke from a nod-off and got up for a WRHD… and it proved to be a painful exercise. Stubbed my already blackened toe on the Ottoman, did the job on the porcelain throne bloodily and painfully, dropped my bar of carbolic soap as I washed my hands and clouted my head on the sink as I went down to retrieve it!

Humph!

Inchcock Today Thursday 11th August 2016: Tenants Social hour today – Olive okay!

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01bThursday 11th August 2016

A dream-ridden night, during which, at one point, I was a rhinoceros running with a herd of gigantic dinosaurs through Nottingham City Centre’s Slab Square?

0510hrs I got out of the working once again £300 second-hand recliner chair for a WRHD job. No problems on this visit, no blood at all leaking anywhere – but I did have a dizzy spell. Tsk!

Made a brew and laptop on to do the diary.

Got the nibbles and things in the bag for the Tenants Social Hour later. Wondered what time I should try to see Olive again this morning. Too early and she may still be in bed? Don’t like disturbing her, ah, I might have her telephone number, I’ll have a look… Great, I’ve gorrit! I’ll call her before I set off for the meeting.

Then realised as I belatedly got out the morning medications to take, that I’d missed last night doses! The hassle of the late appointment at the hospital and the new dizzies will be the root cause of this, I think?

01dPosted the Wednesday post off. Started this one, then checked the emails – I got yet another one from British Gas asking for me to send them a reading in for the non-existent meter again!

So obviously, their telling Deana on at least five occasions that the account had been closed, was another British Gas LIE!

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I sent a copy to Deana via email. Tsk!

Warden Deana replied telling me to send nothing to them.

Not that I could, with having no meter of that number!

Dean is now getting well and truly peed off with them!

I have a lingering feeling that they will somehow decide I’ll have to pay this anyway, they’ll come up with some convoluted plan, and tell me the proper meter, which has five readings on it when I press the button on it contains this reading for another meter?

I’m getting all uptight and mentally distorted again now! I updated the TrustPilot British Gas page one again.

Got a shower, shave and… went to Visit Olive to see how she was. In great form this morning! Yehaa!  A good cheery chinwag, she told me did a Gerry last night and forgot she was going out for a meal. We had a cuddle, I was enjoying it so much, I was late for the Tenant Social Hour at the community Shed.

I nipped back to the flat and got the bag of the nibbles and raffle prizes to go to the meeting then hobbles as quickly as I could to the hut. Handed in the raffle prizes and then realised I’d forgotten the photos from last week. 11b Humph! Back up to the flat and I collected them and back to the hut with them.

A short for me, but splendid meeting followed. BJ was there and had got me some raffle tickets for which I repaid him. He said he would give me a lift to the laundrette on Tuesday, bless him. Tina was in good form too.

Afterwards, I went to the flat for a WRHD, then caught the L9 bus to Arnold. It had been rerouted due to roadworks, and for a while, I got a bit panicky wondering what was happening and had I done something wrong again? Eventually, though, all was okay, and I dropped off behind the Asda store.

11b I went in to print off today’s photographs and realised I’d again left the camera in the flat. So I wandered to the Fulton Store and spent far too much again! A raspberry sundae (For Olive), Two tiny pots of English seasoned beetroot for a quid! Orange Fanta small bottles 3 for a quid! And two Liegeouis Strawberry pots for only 58p.

Then went over to Asda and did some more shopping. Tsk! A packet of chopped red onions at 50p, A pack of short-dated carrots and garden peas at 50p, a TV paper, Potato Cakes, some nice looking tomatoes and an Irish High Fibre Wholemeal loaf.

Then to the bus stop and found the last L9 bus was due in 15 minutes so I waited for it. But it didn’t come! So I got on a Calverton bus to Sherwood dropping off at the bus stop where I might catch that last bus if it took a different route and that is why it didn’t arrive at the Asda bus-stop earlier? Phew, what a mouth-full… Hehe!

When I arrived and dropped off the bus, the timetable told me the last L8 was due in 20 minutes. So I nipped into the shop and got two large cartons of Orange Juice. I struggled a bit with the bags going back to the bus-stop. The L8 didn’t arrive either! I did a lot of standing around today! I decided to wait 30 minutes for the number 40 bus to come, being as the bags were too heavy now for me to walk either through the park or up Winchester Hill back to the flats.

After ten minutes the L9 that should have gone 45 minutes earlier arrived? I was well confused now, but so glad it did come!

Back to the apartment, feet well stinging and feeling a bit drained, I met Jenny and Norman, and we had a good gossip and laugh between us. The INR Warfarin rest results had arrived through the post. Then to the wetroom for a WRWW, and put the fodder away and got the laptop on and emailed an appointment request for next Tuesday for the INR blood test.

01fGot the vegetables all readied and prepared, into the Crock-Pot cooking. Carrots and garden peas, leeks, mushrooms, yellow peppers and a sliced tomato. I added some vegetable stock and tomato puree to the mix.

Put it on low, and intend to have this tomorrow. Having lamb burgers and baked beans tonight!

Started this update, then I got myself presentable and went to see Olive. She was luminously radiant! We had a good natter before I cuddled her goodbye an hour later when he grandson arrived to visit her.

She was luminously radiant! She could not eat the Raspberry Sundaes I took her because the seeds get stuck in her teggies. I left them for her grandson, who happened to arrive on a visit later. We had a good natter before I cuddled her goodbye an hour later.

Back to the apartment, stirred the Crock-Pot and added some water to the concoction. Put the minted lamb steaks in the oven and seasoned the baked beans and put them in the saucepan.

Updated this diary.

P1110563Got the fodder consumed.

Seasoned baked beans, the lamb burgers, or whatever they are called were super-tasty, and two slices of the hi-fibre Irish Batch Bread!

As tired as I was feeling, I watched TV with brief short nod-offs until far too late.

Tsk!

Inchcock Today 10 Aug 16: Much artwork done, British Gas Farce Continues – Hospital visit

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Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Duo Denal and Rea Flux all being kind to me this morning. WRWW’s rampant, and toe and leg much easier! No dizzies or shakes yet. Looking Good! (Shouldn’t have said that should I?)

Wednesday 10th August 2016

I stirred around 0425hrs and sat there pondered on the dream I had been having for a few moments. Underground again, crawling through tunnels, this time, I had on a face mask, goggles, knee pads, etc., but was wearing my slippers? Being chased again, the pursuers caught me this time and tattooed me on my back and neck? Found myself in a luxury high rise apartment with cats and dogs licking me as I changed channels on an old Rediffusion Radio on the wall… much more took place I felt, but could only recall these bits of the dream. Tsk!

 The £300 second-hand recliner noisily and shudderingly allowed me out of it to get for a WRWW and WWHD. The tiniest bit of blood from the rear and Little Inchy, and the activities were far less painful than of recent. Not a bad start I thought.

Carried out the checks and medicating of the required areas, then into the kitchen to make a cuppa and take the medications and wash the pots in the sink that I’d failed to do last night…

11bWhoopsiedangleplop! I’d left the oven on 220 degrees all night long! Oh dear, I thought to myself.  Still, it was nice and warm in the kitchen!

Got on with finishing the Tuesday diary and starting this one, doing the graphic for the top of the page first. (Hope it gets a laugh?)

I mustn’t get carried away with lap-topping or internetting today, the appointment at the Cancer Clinic is for 1600hrs. This really gets me down, a late appointment. I’ve got get a bus to town and another, or a tram to get to the QMC, I know I’ll be tired and weary when I arrive because I always lose steam around this hour every day. Then, getting back will be a nightmare! I’ll be coming home in the rush-hour, the legs and feet will be aching, and I’ll face the onslaught of being crushed and knocked by the other passengers as they attack the tram doors, the seats are not supportive so the back will start to play up as I limp through town to catch a bus to Sherwood.

Of course, the L9 bus will have long stopped running, the last one will have departed from town at 1503 hrs! So I’ve to catch one that drops me off in Sherwood, then either walk up Winchester Street hill, or through the Woodthorpe Grange Park to get back to the flats. I anticipate, a weary, irritated and antisocial Inchcock will arrive home. That is, if they don’t keep me in, I’ve got to take me jammies shaving stuff, etc. in with me in case, like. That reminds me, I’ll put the things in the bag ready now!

Done it.

Updated this tosh.

Deana came to the flat as I was about to have a shower. She’s received this email from British Gas in reply to her complaint about the hassling me with Red Letter demands for a non-existent meter.

Wednesday 10 August: Warden Deana emailed the answer to me from BG. The five grammatical errors in the email have been corrected by Inchcock, before being put on this page 
From: “customercomplaints@contactus.britishgas.co.uk” <customercomplaints@contactus.britishgas.co.uk>
Date: 9 August 2016 12:38:24 BST
To: <deana.walker@hotmail.com>
Subject: Your reply from British Gas (18953202) (KMM43902975V30033L0KM)

Dear Ms Walker
Thank you for the enquiry you sent regarding Mr Chamber’s account, I’m sorry it’s taken me a while to get back to you.

Unfortunately, I am unable to help for the time being, as you are currently not named on the account, and as such I am unable to disclose or change any information regarding the account.
This is due to the Data Protection Act.
If you would like to be named on the account, please call us on 0800 048 0202* when you are with the account holder so we can get permission to either speak to yourself or add your name to the account.
Alternatively, you can send a signed power of attorney letter from the account holder, with the account number and details, authorising you to be added to the account. This can be posted, or attached to an email. Our mailing address is British Gas, PO Box 227, Rotherham, S98 1PD.

Once you have been added to the account, or we have verbal permission from the account holder to discuss the account with yourself, we will be able to disclose any information you require.
I apologise for any inconvenience this may cause.
Please contact us should you need any help in the future and thank you for contacting British Gas.
Kind regards Grace Winearls
britishgas.co.uk – Looking after your world

Deana came to the flat at 0955hrs and rang BG and got her name on record as my representative and added her name to the account. (Which account, the actual one or the fictional one, we were not sure)
She ran the BG Complaints number, and tried to get put through to them, but had to make-do with the Billing section.
She explained the situation yet again to this BG agent, and was put through to another agent and explained everything to him as well. To complained to each person she spoke to, and asked them why she could not get through to the complaints department?
She was put on hold. (Half an hour o the phone up to here)
Someone spoke to her and decided to put her through to someone else again.
She was put on hold.
She explained everything again to this agent.
She was put on hold.
She asked for written confirmation that the account had actually been close like he has been verbally told on four occasions now, but the demands continue?
She was put on hold.
Mr Ricmondo came on the line.
We were told it had been cancelled (Again!).
She was asked to give the meter readings from the one meter I have. (Which of course is not the meter in question (…67), but the meter I am paying by direct debit (…95). Bewildered we both were!
Deana complained again, about not being able to talk to their Complaints Department directly!
Her phone battery was now down to one bar. She complained about being kept waiting on hold so often.
She was put on hold.
Ricmondo returned to the phone eventually.
1) It seems an engineer will contact Deana to make an appointment to disconnect the non-existent meter and take the readings?
2) No further demands would be received. (Oh yes, very confident about this we were!)
Deana spent 53 minutes in total on hold – the poor woman had lost the will to live!

After the frustrated and deflated woman had left, I got the details put on G+, Facebook and updated the sad story on TrustPilot.

https://www.trustpilot.com/submitted/review?correlationId=b6a50e10-38dc-4787-bad1-740042f846b4

Emailed the GP surgery to get an INR Warfarin blood test booked.

Then had to get ready for the trip to the cancer clinic at the Queens Medical Centre. Ablutions, paperwork got ready.

Called in to see Olive, but she was out. All alone at the bus stop, I was the only person on the bus, it felt like a chauffeured service. Hehe! In town early so I could take some photographs… Oh, no, forgot the camera didn’t I! 11b

Had a walk through the Market in Victoria Centre – got a pair of trousers in my size from a stall there. Must remember this when I need another pair.

Bought a bacon cob and newspaper. Ate the cob.

Walked down to the Slab Square to catch a tram to the hospital. There was much going on that was photographable, but of course, I was without the camera. Humph!

Swiped the bus-pass on the machine then realised I was stood on the wrong side of the tram station where the trams went in the opposite direction. So, I crossed over and caught the right one, had to wait a while as I’d just missed one. I was the only person waiting on the platform, swiped my card again, and the crowds grew as I waited. When the tram arrived, I buffeted about a bit in the rush and was the last one to get on it. Packed solid it was, but I got the last disabled seat, if you can call them seats, they are very tiny plastic, flat and uncomfortable.

No hiatus getting off at the hospital, with it being late in the day I suppose? Walked down the winding staircase, across the crossing over the road (The driver of the white van, the index starting with BD51, might like to know he didn’t hit me as I crossed over, although, he made a valiant effort), and into the Treatment Centre.

Logged in with the receptionist and got the buzzer thing they give you to inform you when it is your turn, sat down and read the newspaper while I waited.

The buzzer buzzed, and I was led into a corridor to take a seat outside a consulting room. Minutes late I was in with the doctor and being checked. The blotch on the side of my head first (The old one), he decided it as definitely a safe form of cancer. Then he moved to look at the one on my back that Olive had told me about.

Walked up and logged in with their receptionist, and was called in almost straight away, and they did an autopsy on my back. It was obviously a lot smaller than the last one that one took over an hour to dig out and stitch, this was over in a few minutes.I caught a view of my blobby body in the mirror when they weighed me

I caught a view of my blobby body in the mirror when they weighed me, it was horrendous, terrifying!

Awaiting the results now. Took the paperwork back to the receptionist, and plodded out and back up to the Tram Station above.

Getting on the tram reminded me of when I went to see Nottingham Forest play Arsenal on a boxing day around 1968? It was so crowded it took me twenty minutes to find out Arsenal were playing in blue and yellow!

Thus, was the tram so crowded! Bruised, actually bruised I was by the time the masses had got onto the tram. Mind you, that helped I think, I just got carried onto the tram between the stern-faced determined passengers battling each other, scowling, with bottom chins protruding. How many of them hung onto their mobile phones I don’t know.

I got off in the Slab Square in Nottingham without much bother and walked up Queen Street to see what buses were available, and I was in luck for once. A number 40 bus was due in fifteen minutes. This bus is the best for me, when like now, the L9’s that take me to the actual flats, had long since stopped running.

01The lady driver, apparently a Demolition Derby fan, soon had me well bruised and nervously getting off the bus-stop on Mapperley Drive above Winchester Street Hill.

Walked back up the hill to use the small central reservation on the bend.

I got onto the reservation quickly, then sort of lost heart and interest as I had to wait for what seemed like hours, for a break in the traffic so I could complete my crossing of the road.

I thought at one time, I’d grow hair or snuff it from old age before I got over the road! Hehe!

In fact, I suppose it was only a few minutes I had to wait, by the time a gap came up, Arthritis had set in!

Wobbled along back to the flats, and called to see Olive, but again she was not in. (Sob!)

Back to the apartment and utilised the wetroom throne painfully and at length.

As I got the meal ready, the dizzies returned.

01aI had an easy meal as I was feeling a bit drained by now.

Tinned sweet and sour chicken in sauce (Added some extra sauce from the jar), potato cakes, the last cheesy cob and followed with a jelly, honey yoghourt and an apple.

Seeing my body mass in the mirror at the hospital, helped me resist having any nibbles afterwards!

I soon nodded off while trying to watch some TV.

Inchcock Today Tue 9 Aug 16: Nowt much to get excited about… Tsk! But I did see Olive for a good natter!

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Tuesday 9th August 2016

Woke a few times for a WRWW during the night, finally roused and moved my bloodied flobby-body around 0550hrs for another WRWW.

The memories of yesterday’s and last nights Whoopsiedangleplops still heavy on my mind, the bleeding from Haem Aroid, Little Inchy and the two wounds on the right legs shin, the pain from stubbing my already blackened left foot toe on the scales (I’ve now moved them) didn’t bother me much. I was too depressed and pitifully saddened. I felt I was not connivent with reality somehow.

Made a cuppa and got the medications taken, laptop on and updated Monday’s sad tale of woes. One of the worst days for the amount of Whoopsiedangleplops ever I think. Humph!

10bWent to make another cup of tea, and oh dear, I felt so bad with myself again when I saw the Fresh Cream French Horn in the fridge – with the mayhem of last night’s meal on the floor Whoopsiedangleplop and altercation, I’d forgotten to eat it!

Too late now, it was dried up, so into the bin, sadly. But I am so glad I got the other one to Olive earlier.

Got some graphics done, and finalised Monday’s real farce and got it posted off.

Did some Facebooking, too much Facebooking again. I was nearly late for going to the surgery in time to get there for the INR Warfarin blood test!Rushed about and had a shave and shower, changed into clean togs and set off in a bit of a panic on my journey.

MC001It was brightish weather, with the threat of rain in the air, as I legged it as fast as I could manage to Carrington and the surgery nurse. And, what’s more, and further as well as, I made it in a record time of 39 minutes!

This despite the new injuries joining in with the regular ailments today. I amazed myself in getting there just in time for the appointment. The feet were aching something rotten, but no other hiatus. (Should that be hiatuses?)

The nurse soon had me in her room and taking the blood. I asked her if she would take a look at the black toe on me left foot and the two scars on me right shin for me, which, she did. She could not help bursting into laughter when I told her how they had occurred. She said to take the new plasters she’s put on them off tonight and dab with lesions with antiseptic cream or TCP, then leave the plasters off so they could dry naturally.

I thanked her, gave her the nibbles and walked down into Carrington proper and called in Lidl to get some fruit and veg. Apples, bananas, yellow and red peppers, some nibbles for the nurses later and a pack of four cheese covered cobs. I thought perhaps tonight I might have two bacon cobs, with tomatoes beetroots and gherkins maybe? Oh, and I got some Magnesium tablets at an excellent price too. Since Sandra Lentz recommended them to me, the night cramps have got a lot less often and severe. (Thanks, Sandie my flower XXX)

The lady on the checkout didn’t sneer at me or overcharge me either (I checked) a new employee obviously, mind you she has got the knack of throwing the goods at me all off pat.

Out to the bus stop, I must have looked knackered or something, because a lady offered me her seat in the shelter? With the state of my piles, I thanked her and declined the kind offer.

The bus came, and I rode into Sherwood. There I alighted and went to the Pelican light to cross the road and hope a bus to the flats would be coming soon. It wasn’t, I’d missed it by three minutes, the next one due in 57 minutes, Tsk!

So, I hobbled, and I was hobbling now, the haemorrhoids and feet were giving me grief, up over the hill and into Woodthorpe Grange Park, as a few drops of rain tried to force their way down.

MC01The park was free of Pathway Cyclists, and many dogs were enjoying taking their owners for a walk and ball games. I loved seeing the wagging tails. (On the dogs like, not the owners).

Up towards the end of the footpath, there were groups of young lads in twos with their mobiles out – I think they might have been looking for the, erm… what’s it called, the new thing where they chase after an icon figure? Sorry, I mentioned it now I can’t remember the name of it, a game of some sort? A new craze, I saw it on the news the other night. Never mind!

On the way down the gravel hill to the flats, an old chap was walking up with what might have been his grandson, and he spoke to me as I hobble passed him: “Where’s yer skateboard, that’d make it easier?” I replied, quick as a flash: “I’ve been bungee jumping and left it on the platform!” Well, they both laughed out loud at that! I’m doing well at making folks laugh today up to now. Hehehe!

Got in the flat and put the fodder away, WRWW and made a cuppa.

I got the Appointment letter from the Treatment Centre at the Queens Medical out of the ‘Medical File’ and put it in the jacket pocket ready for tomorrow afternoon. Felt a bit proud that I had not lost it really. 

Had a pork loin cheesy cob. Feeling a bit better now. Took the dressing off the arm and I got the laptop on and updated this tosh. Did some graphicationalisationing.

Took some apples and bacon and went to visit Olive. It was super-good to find her in better spirits and welcoming me with her wonderful smile. We had a great chinwag and reminiscing session which I enjoyed so much. Kiss and a cuddle, and back to the flat to make use of the throne.

10Decided to have bacon cobs for my meal tonight.

Kept it smaller than usual, having had the pork loin cob earlier.

Two bacon (That I cooked in the oven) cheesy cobs, Gherkins, yellow tomatoes, a rice cake and beetroot. Followed by a banana and lemon flavoured yoghourt.

I placed the tray after eating it on the chair next to the £300 second-hand recliner, put the TV on, and faded fast! Eyes drooped, and I spent hours nodding off, waking to see what was on the goggle-box and nodding off again. Amazingly I had no calls to the water closet at all?

Around midnight I think it was, I gave up and turned the TV set off, and drifted into sleep, Sweet Morpheus!