Thursday 20 May 2016
Awake at 0245hrs, no chance of nodding off again, the old brain was racing away. Off it went: What day is it? What needs doing today? Ah, Jane and Pete are coming to see me… I must get the laundry done early and out of the way. Might be getting a visit from the maintenance department before 1000hrs, must ring to find out what the INR dosage is now and I’d better get up and go to visit the porcelain now. Hehe!
Laptop on and finished the Thursday article and posted it. Made a cuppa and took the medications, did the BP tests and recorded them. After which, I got the washing and accoutrements ready, then went as quietly as I could manage in the lift down to the laundry room. How time flies, it’s 0325hrs already.
Got the washer going on ‘Quick mode’ and back to the flat, laptop restarted and updated this post.
0405hrs, down to the washing room and moved the clobber into the dryer.
0425hrs: Back on the laptop after making a Whoopsiedangleplop with setting the dryer mode. Somehow I pressed for ‘Woolen Dry’ instead of ‘Cotton Dry’, fortunately, the cycle for the woollens was only four minutes. So I waited until it finished, luckily having plenty of 20p pieces with me, and set it again at the proper setting. It displayed ‘1 hour 1 minute to completion, then seconds later it changed to ’50 minutes to completion’? Back up to the flat and added to this page.
Doing this, I remembered Jane had sent me two photographs of herself with her musical hero Dave Berry. She had these taken at the Concert last week.
Her exact witty words to me on sending the second one were:
“Attaching a dafter photo of me and my idol Dave – in awe, or wot!”
Luv Jane X
For a bit of fun, I found a photo from years ago and doctored it with Jane as she was.
Hehe!
Not changed at all has she?
After getting this far with the post, I got the washing bag nd went back down to the Laundry Room, creeping about as silently as I could, cause it is still only 0515hrs yer know.
Collected the gear from the laundry room, cleaned the filter and brushes, back to the flat and put away the clean washing, put some socks that are a bit tight in the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop bag and back on the laptop to this post, all by 0558hrs. Did this bit of the diary, now I have some time to titivate the flat.
Back in a while folks…
Well blow me down with a feather duster, the new Dyson cleaner packed up with a dead battery after 15 minutes of use! Humph! All I did was the front room carpet and some of the skirting board in the hallway. Grumph!
Janet and Pete arrived 1039hrs. We had a good chinwag, I gave them their bag of nibbles for themselves and the cats. Jane brought me some books from the Jumble sale she is a volunteer at. Everyone looks interesting too, bless her. All I need now is time to read them. Hehehe!
Made them a cuppa after they had taken a peek here and there in the flat, then Jane tried out the recliner chair. It didn’t play up when she was on it?
They were off on the 1139hr L9 bus, walked them to the bus-stop and Julie from the fourth floor got off and I walked her back to her flat.
The vegetable casserole was about done in the Crock-Pot, so I put some roast potatoes in the oven and will add some potato cakes to them later (If I remember – I did remember!).
I really enjoyed this effort. 9/10. I must remember the recipe and ingredients I used: Small potatoes, carrots, turnip, parsnip, red onions. Gravy from Bisto caramelised, Asda (Walmart) Vegetable granules and stock cube, splash of vinegar, oregano and rosemary. And in the Crock-Pot for seven and a half hours on low. Cooked roast potatoes added when serving.
Cleaned the pots then watched some TV until late (For me).
Felt in decent spirits as I drifted off.
Walking to the surgery I espied to this gentleman had parked on a one-way street, the right way, but on double yellow lines about 15ft from the T-junction with the main road.
However, although she moaned about not having much time, she did look at the BP record and wrote down if the Sys is below 140, and the Dia is below 90 let them know. Which confused me a bit, cause the Dia has never been as high as 90? Gave her the nibbles, and made my way dangerously to the bus-stop to get one to Arnold. I say dangerously because of the two young ragamuffin Pavement cyclists that very nearly had me and a few other pedestrians with their weaving at speed through the crowds. By the time I got the camera out they were well away and mixed in the distance with the poor pedestrians.
Got the salad plate laid out, just added the potatoes and my lip were then smacking.
Did some more graphicalisationing and emailed Sister Jane, then Deana arrived: She was in a rush, gave me a reprimand or two, instructed me to give her the Wristlet if I found it later. She set-up the new one, then gave me a friendly smile as she left.
It was starting to spit with rain again; however, I ventured out for a walk up and through the park into Sherwood. Not a single footpath cyclist was seen en route at all, whatsoever… none, I was almost shocked! Mind you, the rain might have had something to do with it?
Hobbling by the copse on the gravel path down to the flats, I came across some of these flowers in amongst the weeds, dandelions, daisies and buttercups I came across.Wondered what they were like?
and brush, and when I’d dried them best I could and went to put them near the door, where I found some mail had been delivered – the left knee gave a terrible twinge and gave way. Huh! Walking about like a poor cripple for an hour or so. If I get to see the ‘Nice’ nurse in the morning, I’ll mention it to her, see what he says. The pain doesn’t feel like the work of Arthur Itis?
I departed, well chastised and dropped the beetroot jars in the recycling bin on my way up through the park and down into Sherwood to catch a bus into town. 
The City was less busy than yesterday. However, the pavement Cyclists were still belting about.
Then on the way to Primark to see if they had any of the ‘Loose fitting’ underpants in stock, I fed some pigeons on the raised display near St Peter’s Church.
The legs were getting a bit bothersome and the right foot turned making it hard to balance, so I made my way to the L9 bus stop.
Got in the flat and put some BBQ beans in a saucepan and sausages in the oven for nosh.
After waking up agitated many times throughout the night and having fruitless searches for the Wrist Alarm, I finally got off to sleep around 0300hrs and had some odd dreams again. The first and the most memorable was (Sorry the graphic didn’t come out well, but you get the idea?) about me in a room with floorboards with a hole neatly cut out of them. And, below was a blue ocean with a speedboat that was attached to the end of my green oven glove and I was attempting to tug it free? The second one I recall, I was in a delivery van I drove many, many years ago and had lost my shoes and could not reach the pedals? Odd?
Checked out Facebook. WordPressed a little, then made yet another brew in the small mug that is new, see, a poet I am, I tell you. Hehe!
Decided to do some cleaning today.
Back up on the lift to update this, and got the window cleaning gear out ready to tackle them later. Then down to collect the dried clothes. Another little gossip. And then back up to he apartment.
I nearly fell off the step ladder several times.
Weary, drained and depressed, I had the quick and easy meal of tomatoes and the remainder of the pork.
I sprang into life with such a jerk, I almost fell out of the chair! Within seconds, the instantly rememberable bits of the dream I’d been having evaporated and the need for a visit to the bathroom throne became apparent to me, along with the warm wet sensation of the leaking blood from the lower regions.
Onwards down Winchester Hill and up into Carrington and down to the GP surgery.
Dropped off and waddled into Tesco in Victoria Centre (Mall) and spent some money. I got a ready-made sandwich, chicken portions and potato cakes.
Busy, as I came out of the shop, I got a phone call. I thought it might be Steve Age UK, now titled Powher. But it was a Nottingham City Council chap wanting to come see te bathroom to measure and check it over. I told him I’d be there in about two hours.
I started to get this updated, then got the sandwiches and chicken and added some beetroot to them, and dined regally, but still worried about losing the wristlet, however, contended that hopefully, all the problems with and about the old house were now history!
Slept better last night and woke up feeling the knees were so much better stiffness wise.
I nimbly (For me like) got up and to the bathroom.
I prepared the vegetables and seasoned them in the Crock-pot slow cooker. Just turnip, onions and carrots this time.
Made a start on this one, doing the photographic touch-ups needed.
The rain is persisting still, not heavy mind, sometimes just spotting.
Kept waking during the night, unwilling to get up and that’s not me usually. Eventually around 0515 hrs, I lowered the chair (Thought I’d mention my new second-hand recliner again) and visited the porcelain throne. Performing the required motions was so painful again this morning, yet no bleeding from Haem Aroids or Little Inchy?
Got the ablutions seen to and ready for a trip into town.
The Nottingham Pavement Cyclist were out in number again today. Bought the Nottingham Post.
bits, well, a lot of bits.
Made my way to the L9 bus stop, slipping some seeds to the pigeons en route.
As I passed the end of Clumber Street the rain had reduced the usual numbers of folks gadding about.
Nice meal apart from the Asda (Walmart) BBQ sausages, they were a bit of a let down tastewise.
Hobbled into the kitchen to made a cuppa and take the medications and as I perused the landscape outside, saw through the light mist that a Pedestrian Footpath Cyclist had, I assumed fallen asleep on the bench, his bicycle on the floor nearby.
Back into the kitchen to make another cup of tea, and to my surprise the bloke was still there on the bench, he’d moved position though from earlier on.
After another hour or so on the laptop, (still can’t get it right) I remembered the bloke on the bench and went to check again on him.
Got the fodder ready and watched a DVD while I consumed it.
Dropped off on High Street and called at the Estate Agents in Arnold and asked about the house for sale on Blake Road for brother-in-law Pete.
Crossed over the road and took a look at the high chairs in the Arnold Sofas & Beds Centre.
I limped to the Bargain shop and got a some Blitz kitchen towels and meal worms for the ducks and pigeons.
Then back through the market, avoiding the perishing Bulwell Pavement Cyclists as best as I could.I hobbled to the river to feed the ducks.
Up to cath the Nottingham tram at the station.Tram 
I got to the bus stops on Queen Street, the L9s had stopped running and the next 40 bus was no due for half an hour, so I had a wobble through the Slab Square.
Som folks were listening to a bloke on a microphone making fart-like musical noises that were supposed to imitate music I think?
Made sausage sarnies with mushrooms and beetroot, followed by two pots of desserts. Well!