0255hrs: With a jolt I sprang awake. All I could recall about the dream I was having, was fire, a talking gargoyle and confusion. I took to the gargoyle and we chatted in the inferno about many different things before he ate me?
I sat there in my broken 1959 imitation brown leather G-plan armchair and checked out the lower regions: Only a few specks of blood, so a good start to the day I thought.
Managed to remember that BJ was going to ring me yesterday about lifting me to the launderette this morning, I couldn’t remember him doing so?.
Spent a while thinking of the man from the Council (Benjamin) had told me yesterday about the bathroom conversion. The actual shower area will be minuscule, not that it could be anything else with the tiny bathroom in the first place. The thought of going four days without a toilet and sink caused me some consternation about how to overcome the difficulty?
Eventually, I stirred myself and went to the porcelain then made a cup of tea and took the medications. Got the laptop on and did the graphic about the dream while it was freshish in my mind. I wondered if Steve Age UK might call me today if he’s heard anything about the house sale from FraserBrown the comical, expensive and uncaring solicitors yet like they said they would?
As I made another brew, I realised that Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were both in a good mood this morning and not giving me much bother at all. It was time for Rea Flux to have a go at me, and he was having fun with me. Tsk!
The incredibly annoying Virgin Internet connection keeps going down at the moment, Huh and Humph
I took a bath and waited for BJ to ring, but he didn’t, so I rang him, but no reply.
Decided to go for a walk into Arnold, and feed the ducks on the way at Arno Hill Park.
Great steady walk, and got some beautiful photographs, it was just grand!
So many new types of wild fowl at Arno Hill Park pond today.
The flowers in this photograph were found on the Bupa Hospital property on the top of the edge of the wall on Mansfield Road on my hobble to Arnold.
The best find was this colourful duck, I think it is called a Mandarin?
Apart from the Canada Geese that bullied the smaller breeds to get to the food I fed them.
I was very impressed with how all the others ducks and fowls got on so well with each other and the pigeons too.
A wonderful hobble out today.
As I walked out and towards the bus-stop, the high spirits evaporated as the worries returned. I’d heard nothing from Steve Age UK or FraserBrown the lying solicitors about the sale of the house progressing, Steve and the lawyer said at the last meeting that arrangements would be made for a meeting Wednesday this week, but I’ve heard nothing from either, fancy that. Deja Vu?
I must try again to contact BJ, who didn’t arrive this morning as he said he would, I hope he’s not got any bother or is poorly.
Caught the bus back to the flats. The wind was getting up.Got
Laptop on updated this tosh.
Got the nosh prepared and cooking.
Fretting over things again, so I delved into the DVD shelves and selected a ‘Rumpole of the Bailey’ DVD to watch and immerse myself into.
The fodder was baked potatoes, baked BBQ flavoured beans and the chicken discs in crispy batter.
Some bread thins and a lemon dessert to follow.
It was awesome, apart from I’d overcooked the chicken thingies a bit.
Still gave it a 9/10 rating.
To the porcelain, the bladder was a little overactive.
Back to the DVD and wallowed in nostalgia, managing to forget my worries for a bit.
I did nod off for an hour or so, but now I’ve worked out how the remote thingy works, no problem.
Woke again around 0630 hrs, started to recall a bit of a dream – when the sickening sensation of warmth and wetness made itself known from my lower regions.
Carefully pulled myself out of the broken 1959 imitation brown leather G-plan armchair to go to the bathroom to tend to Little Inchies bleeding lesion and didn’t realise I’d still got the headphones on.
Whoopsiedangleplop number one of the day started early this Monday didn’t I?
Bending down to pick the stuff up only made Little Inchy bleed again. Tsk!
Still, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Haem Aroid were not giving me any bother.
Did my medicationalising and ablutionisationing, made a cuppa, then took the medications, and got the laptop on to update this.
Got a call from the Nottingham City Homes people, they want to call and talk about the bathroom being changed into a shower. Checked the diary and agreed to be back at 1300hrs to meet Benjamin.
So, Doctor at 1000hrs, the nurse INR test at 1015hrs, then back ASAP to meet the NCH chap at the flat.
Got the hearing aids reassembled after cleaning and decoking, got my list and paperwork for the surgery and notes to remember to tell Dr Vindla.
Took the rubbish bags to the chute. Set off around 0915 hours to walk to the surgery.
Not a bad morning weather wise and only the hills bothered me en route.
Arrived at the surgery in plenty of time. Took a seat and did some cross-wording. Dr Vindla called me in and gave me a cheery welcome, saying “Well, what is it now” with a smile on her face. I do love her.
She took a look through some microscope thing at the spot on me face. After a while, he told me it is a different type of skin cancer to the ones I’ve got already and may need sorting straight away when I get to the appointment at the Skin-Melanoma Clinic at the Queens Medical Centre. He tried to book it there and then, but the system would not allow her to, so she told me to book online as soon as I get home She printed out the details and highlighted the things that I’ll need when booking it. Booking reference number, password, and email address.
We then moved onto the problem of Little Inchy bleeding. She is to consult with some department and will get back in touch to give me their decision on the next move.
Then she made a prescription for some more Daktacort Corticoid cream, Codeine Phosphate painkillers and Magnesium Sulphate Injection packs and Warfarin Tablets, and sent it through the ether to the chemist for me.
We discussed the dizzy spells, and she thought the new medications for the injections might help.
I thanked her and she reminded me I had to see the nurse later for the INR blood test and to return to the waiting room. As I left the door, the nurse was there and beckoned me to follow her into the treatment room. I got the lovely lady nurse as opposed to the Obergruppenfurher like one again today, lucky me.
She took the blood and had a bit more bother in stopping it bleeding afterwards than usual. She asked me how I was and about the house sale, bless her.
Handed her the nibble bag. Then off to the chemists to pick up the prescriptions, then into Lidl to get some fodder in.
Caught the bus into Sherwood and then the L8 bus back up the hill to the flats. Offered some nibbles to my fellow tenants on the bus.
Once in the apartment, I put away the extra medications and food I’d bought earlier on.
To the bathroom for a wee-wee and doctor Little Inchy up, cleaning and applying the Daktacort cream.
Laptop on and updated this load of inconsequentialness.
Whoopsidangleplop number two of the day. Then started preparing the vegetables for the Crock-Pot. No cutting off my finger/thumb or any other bodily parts today either, however, when slicing the parsnips up, a bit shot off the counter and has never been seen since?
Benjamin from Nottingham City Homes arrived and was fascinated by the view from the kitchen window and wanted to take a photograph, he did. Then I handed him the binoculars so he could see the motorway on the horizon.
He gave me an A4 sheet with the details of what will take place and the hassle involved. 4 days without a shower or bath, redecorating and tiling at my expense and own arrangements, WC and toilet to be removed and reinstalled later and many more things, but he did not give me a copy to keep for myself. Huh! Nice enough sort of chap, though.
The Crock-Pot on, I made another cuppa and once more updated this illuminating diary.
Rang Sister Jane to update her on the Dentist time change and the Blood Cancer appointment that is due shortly. Kept stirring the Crock-pot.
So, it was slow cooker cooked seasoned vegetables: swede, parsnips, carrots, turnips, pea, red peppers, red and white onions and mushrooms in a beef flavoured (Salt, vinegar, rosemary, basil, Bovril, tomato puree, mixed spice) Gravy and the two cobs, to soak up the juices. A beef slice and all this made the meal get a rating of 9.33/10. The cleaning up afterwards took ages.
Not more bleeding from Haem Aroid, and only a the tiniest drop from Little Inchy.
Managed to get off to sleep a bit easier too tonight.
Waking at 0325hrs, the bladder and Little Inchy needing attention, I made my way without any hassle from Arthur Itis to the bathroom and responded to their needs.
While doing so, a bit of a dream came back to me. I was in charge it seemed, in a vast emporium of Roman looking senators. They all wanted to invent water taps and give them to the proletariat? We all appeared to know about them somehow? I argued against them because it would cause the masses to start washing and thought this would lead to Waterhea disease, whatever that is or might be, and cause a shortage of water for the Mallard ducks? That’s all I could recall, another odd one.
Washed the things I’d left soaking in the sink and I stood looking out of the window at the lights as they were twinkling away and pondered on life for a few seconds.
Then gave up! Hehe!
Brewed a cup of char and took the medications while I thought of it.
Got the laptop going, despite the Virgin Internet Connection not being too keen on the idea again (Huh!). Checked the emails to see if the Queen or Cameron had got in touch.
Made a start again on the post about the past. It took me another four hours to get done and posted.
Got the nosh started early: NZ Leg of lamb steaks, roasted swede, parsnips, turnips, onions, carrots and green beans, boiling some potatoes and mushrooms to add to it.
Set about cleaning the fridge, Whoopsiedangleplop! I dropped a jar of beetroot on the floor and got juice and beetroot all over the place. Took me longer to clean this up than it did to clean the fridge, Tsk!
Fatigue hit me out of the blue again, and Little Inchy started pouring out blood from his poor lesion.
The roast vegetables got a bit burnt, but the other stuff was okay.
The lamb was excellent.
Rated this one a 9.33/10 and ate it all up like a good little pensioner.
Back in the bathroom to sort out Little Inchy (Painfully, hehe).
Settled down to watch a DVD without falling asleep as I would normally expect.
Tried reading one of the books eventually, that did it. Managed to nod off around 0100hrs.
Woke around 0300hrs, and flipping heck, I could feel the warm wet sensation that Little Inchies lesion had released.
On this day in 1953, Inchcock ran away from home. He took a carrier bag, bottle of pop and a bag of crisps with him. He got lost, the police picked him up and took him home, nobody had missed him, and he got a good belting for bringing the police to the house!
0600hrs: Sprang awake and for a moment thought I was still in the dream I was having, something about people chasing me through this old abandoned department store and throwing things at me as they did. No idea who they were. My legs fell off of the Ottoman they had been perched on as I lay in my vintage 1959 broken imitation brown leather armchair.
The realisation of how light it was indicated I’d overslept. Huh!
Then I noticed I was humming and singing to myself as I hobbled into the kitchen to put the kettle on (My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord). Had to divert to the WC throne niftily, and found Little Inchy was in a right state, matted blood needed cleaning and the lesion medicated. Haem Aroid was only leaking a tiny bit. The rumbling innards still there, but no worse than yesterday. The Ulcer was calmer too. Arthur Itis very good to me. Anne Gyna not so kind again.
Back to the kitchen and took the photo above, made the brew and took my medications. Then to the laptop and finalised the Thursday diary and posted it off. What a day that was (Yesterday), hoping for better one today.
Prepared the vegetables for the Crock-Pot cooking and got them going on ‘Slow’.
I put plenty of baby carrots in, sliced a half of an onion, cut up some swede, used the last of the turnips and made some seasoned gravy to cover them with. Gravy powder, Bovril beef cubes, basil, rosemary, salt and a bit BBQ seasoning, stirred it and turned the power on. Cleaned the mess made, passed wind and shot to the WC and the porcelain throne. I wondered why the carrots stayed at the bottom of the pot?
Started working on a rhyming post, and the oddest thing occurred: I got an attack of lackadaisicalness! I just turned off the laptop and sat in the vintage 1959 imitation brown leather armchair with the broken arms, and apart from forcing myself up to use the bathroom and do the cooking of the fodder and washing up, did nothing but nod in the chair and watch DVDs or telly for the rest of the day? No drive, compulsions or interest at all?
I didn’t feel ill or poorly, just so drained and restless while the brain seemed to go on vacation? I kept thinking of things that needed doing and felt guilty, but the body and mind were not interested in the slightest!
I thought at one time, this must be it, the end, a sense of the surreal and a not unpleasant acceptance of this at the same time overcame me for hours and hours?
Yet in the midst of all this mental confusion, I took the time to prepare what I thought might just be my last meal, with care and patience?
I know I’m waffling on about this, but it truly was like an out of body experience to me, like I was watching myself do nothing, and was totally unconcerned about it?
After having the fodder and doing the washing up, I returned to the chair and was still sat there trying to get to sleep well into the early hours of the morning. Then after about an hour of sleep, I sprang awake and pondered on the events, or rather non-events and weird happenings…
Oh, dearie me. Better mention this strangely lethargic session to the doctor on Monday? Humph!
0320hrs: Woke from the dreams and reflected on some of them being different for once, not good, but different at least. One, I can recall some details of. I was carrying people by grabbing them with my arms around their mid-drift and running along uphill on some grass in a field, I wondered why I was doing this as I was doing this. Then it got a bit scary as dozens of individuals wanted a lift, people were stopping their vehicles on the motorway nearby to run over the field and scraps ensued as they tried to get next in line sort of thing?
I didn’t dream anything like or about the photo on the above right, but I wish I had. Hehehe!
My mind shifted to the things I had to remember for today. I had planned to go to the launderette in Carrington to get the washing done, changed my mind and decided I would use the Laundry Room at the flats straight away, being around 0350hrs, I thought the machines would or should be free. I must get the telephone number of my mystery phone caller and hand it to Deana. And I must get the kitchen cleaned today.
I moved, remarkably almost painlessly to the WC, thanks to Arthur Itis, Rea Flux, and Anne Gyna all being kind to me. Mind you Little Inchy and Haem Aroid were both bleeding away, so I medicationalised them both. Made a cuppa (Trying not to notice the state of the kitchen), and took the morning medications.
Got the clothes, crossword book, and cleaners ready and went down in the lift to the laundry room. Eerily quiet on the way down, and a bit nippy in the lift. All the machines were free, but I had to clean the filters out first due to the previous users being unable or too idle to do it after using them. Got the washing going and retired to the foyer to sit and do some cross wording.
As I sat there, a bloke came through the foyer to go outside, I’m not sure who got the biggest shock, him or me, at seeing another fool up and about at this ungodly hour. Hehe! We managed to mutter greetings to each other.
I took a couple of photographs outside the front doors, there should have been a squirrel on top of one of the concrete posts, but he was far too quick for me.
Moved the washing into the dryers. While I could, I used bothe dryers, one for the heavy stuff like the jeans and dressing gown. Then returned to the flat.
As I was updating, well starting this diary off, I felt the horribly intimidating wet and warmth between the legs. Little Inchy was bleeding again. So I had to clean things up and dry everything off carefully before applying the cream once more. A painful job, but it had to be done. I hope Inchy isn’t going to be a bother today, things medically have started off so well. Huh! We’ll see how it goes.
Posted some photographs to the TFZ site, then returned down to check the laundry.
All done and finished, I removed the clothes and folded them into the bag. It was nice to get the jeans out dried properly. I cleaned both filters and sprayed some air freshener around then made sure I’d left no mess and returned up to number 72.
Put the clean clobber away in the airing cupboard and hung up the jeans and dressing gown. Made another cuppa and back on the laptop and updated this tosh.
While typing, ‘Made a cuppa and back onto the laptop to update this tosh’ Grammarly informed me that: “To-infinitive instead of the bare form” I know I’ve not had any education as such, but what do they mean?
Brewed another drink, and then made some graphicalisations for later use on CorelDraw 8 and Paint 8.
Got the ablutions done, then called to see Deana a the Community Shed, but all locked up. I returned to the flat and updated this, then decided as it looks such a beautiful day, and no appointments on the calendarI’d have a slow meandering walk into town. A bit far, but it will be interesting to see how long it takes me.
TTFN, back later. (Pease let it be! Hehe!)
Met a fellow tenant on the way, he said the City bound L9 had not turned up. I walked with him to the number 40 bus stop, looked at the time table I keep in my jacket and found he only had eight minutes to wait for and gave him the timetable to keep, as I could get another. (Hehe, silly me, I should have added if I remember, which I didn’t. Huh!) Wish him well and plodded on down the hill in Sherwood and called at BJ’s house to tell him about my not being able to get to the Social Hour, just in case he was going to come. He was not at home, though.
Pressed on up the hill and down into Carrington and I called in at the Chemists to ascertain when the next prescription would be coming. (What me forgotten… Hehe). I made a note and put the date on the Google Calendar later.
Onward into town. Near the Rock Cemetery, a Burke on a bike nearly had me from the rear as passed by, rather too close to me for my liking, the Swine!
Pressed on up the hill over the lights and down towards the City Centre.
Arriving at the Victoria Centre (Mall) I cut through the bus station into the shopping area. As I did, I noticed a wood pigeon way down near the old train station brickwork on the masses of weed that was prolifically growing, forcing its way through the thousands of nub ends that had been tossed over the wall where the nicotine nellies accumulate to have a last drag before going in to catch their buses. In fact, one bloke threw his over as I was taking the picture here.
If any workers in the future dig up this area, they will all die of nicotine poison. Hehe!
I checked the time, and it had taken me only 1 hour and twenty-two minutes to get there from the flats, not bad I thought. Considering I had a natter with the tenant, diverted a bit to call at BJ’s and didn’t rush in the slightest. Perhaps I got the timing wrong come think of it, surely I didn’t do it that quickly? Hey-ho!
Had a wander through the top mall, window shopping and perusing the open market, then left through the walk-over passage at the end and took this photo, that shows the many different colours of buses in Nottingham. Confusing for us old ones yer know!
The day was warming up nicely and I began to think maybe I shouldn’t have put so many clothes on today. Tsk!
Three police cars arrived at the centre as I got to the bottom of the stairs the other side. The officers all went into the Boot’s superstore.
I ventured into the Pound Shop and spent a bit. Got Citrus scented fresh air sprays, som minced beef and onion slices and a few nibbles for the gals and medical staff. Also, a multi-card reader for the laptop! It can’t be any good at £1 can it? I’ll try it later on. Oh, and a pack of caramelised plain biscuits.
As I started to walk in the direction of the L9 bus stop, another damned Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he weaved between the poor pedestrians.
The Git!
There was a massive queue at the stop, so being as there were eight minutes to the ETA for the bus, I hobbled to the first stop. No one was waiting there at all so I could get one of the wider seats to get me bags next to me legs. Cunning eh?
At the Victoria stop where I’d walked from instead of waiting, the bus actually filled up. Did some cross-wording and didn’t fall asleep either! We were soon arriving at the flats where I was the only passenger to get off the bus.
Up to the flat and got the bits put away, WC’d and made a cuppa.
I rang BJ and we had a little gossip. Got the laptop on and I’d gotten a message from Duncan Robertson. He is retiring now on April 28th. Boy, is he looking forward to this! He’s going early so he can get the holidays owed to him. Say’s if all goes well he’ll be up to visit me Saturday after next – Yippy!
Made another drink and got this updated again.
Three letters arrived in the post:
Bank letter, statement. A bit of a shock!
British Gas letter, informing me I owe them £180.60 and they will be charging me for none-payment from now until it is paid. I thought Steve or Deana had sorted this and I got a new payment plan?
Age Uk letter – just waffle.
Panicking now I called Deana and Steve on phone no replies. Went to the Community Hut, all locked up. Got all the paperwork I have in the folder to take with me when I see Steve in the AM. Sent Deana an email about it.
Really well pissed and worried, I got the veg ready and into the oven and in the saucepan and returned while it is cooking with the lamb casserole to update this yet again.
Called Janet to tell her about the problem. She wants to know how I get myself into the messes I do. (So do I, Hehe!)
Tried to concentrate on the nosh and it came out alright.
Minced lamb, sliced potatoes, carrots, parsnip, swede, onion, peppers, bread thins and peas, followed by a vanilla dessert that I dipped two caramelised biscuits in.
Happy with the meal, but twisted inside with the thought of the solicitor and Steve Age UK and having to get the Gas bill sorted, the duodenal ulcer kicked off.
Worra night of dreams! I opened my eyelids, and the memories of bits of the thoughts flooded into my weak mind, reliving them was not nice. At one stage it was literally Pie in the Sky time. With me riding atop a giant pie of some sort with wings, and trying to break into the crust using a hammer and chisel, and not fall off of it? But my efforts were in vain, and I toppled off as I hit my knee with the hammer? I think I was remarkably calm as I spun down towards the earth, but cannot recall landing.
Another episode of this apparently unending nightmare had me once again on the rooftops clambering over chimneys, ariels water-towers and up the sides of buildings with much physical ability, the usual gang of unknown people chasing me, but on the bright side, the dream avoided the usual scary falling into water scenario.was
Sat at a table, I was greeting people from a long line of them in the queue, each one I gave a little easter egg. Then they would either swear at me, or hit me, then thank me and wander off?
There was a lot more I felt, but could not recall any other details.
0455hrs: The moment I moved bodily, I knew I was in for a bad day. Feeling unwell would be an understatement! The cramps started, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna joined in with venom, and it was a long time before they allowed me to rise up on my feet to get to the bathroom. The reflux valve decided no to miss out on the ‘Give Inchock hell’ attitude of the other ailments, and stuck while I was on the throne. I was as close as I’ve ever been, to pressing my Health-Alarm wristlet button. The stomach started rumbling Haem Aroid was bleeding, Little Inchy too, in a right state he was. Thank heavens the reflux valve eased a bit, and I could breathe reasonably well within about five minutes of it sticking. I was glad I had not pressed the button then.
I cleaned up the blood, and made my way painfully thanks to Arthur Itis and his return to form, to the kitchen to put the kettle on, I thought for a second something was leaking, down through the ceiling as liquid dropped onto my glasses? I looked up and as I did, realised it was blood coming down from the little scratch on my head. How that had started leaking I didn’t know, but no problem. I wiped it with a kitchen towel, returned to the bathroom and put some aftershave on it, and it ceased flowing.
What a start to the day!
Mind you, on the bright side, there were no dizzy spells to contend with. Being so kind to me for days now, the return of Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis to their old ways was not welcome.
I made a cuppa, and took the medications, taking some extra antacid for the rumbling stomach, and an additional painkiller for Anne and Arthur.
I got the laptop on and was working o CorelDraw 8 when a message on a blue screen came up! “Your PC ran into problems – Needs to restart and assess. Gathering information. Will restart after analysis.”
Oh shit, I thought. Medical mayhem, now the laptop joins in the tribulations and hassles of the day! Humph!
As I waited for the laptop to do its thing, I pondered on the situation with the house sale. I should have been happy with what the solicitors told Deana yesterday, that things will be sorted within the next week, but they have lied to me twice before telling me things will be sorted. I felt a touch of depression and self-pity starting to rise. Bile came up from the rumbling stomach into my mouth.
The laptop restarted, but I didn’t know what the problem was or had been? I started this diary off to here and realised I’d not finished yesterday’s off yet. So I did. Hehe!
Determined to cheer myself up a bit, I got a good soak in the bath, and decided to have a walk through Woodthorpe Grange Park to see if I could find owt interesting to photographicalise.
At the top of the gravel footpath into the park, I was impressed with the greenery starting to return.
There were many dogs, taking their owners for walks.
I stood and watched them for a good while, and enjoyed just looking at their tails wagging away.
On the way down the path, it came over a bit darker and the sky was looking so picturesque.
I plodded on into Sherwood and checked the times at the bus shelter so as to catch a number 40 one the three stops back up the Winchester Hill after I’d got me bits.
Called in the Co-op store and wandered about, got some reduced short date items, a £1 dessert for 29p, and a box of Tangerines for 89p down from £1.59.
I started to feel a bit better as Anne Gyna departed my company. Arthur Itis I think, will remain with me for a long time yet,
By the time I got off of the bus and started the walk back to the flats, I was even perkier, and started singing to myself, starting with Lonie Donegan’s ‘My Old Mans a Dustman.’
Got in the flats and called to see Olive at her flat, gave her half the mandarins cause she likes them. I returned to my dump and she followed, I’d left me hat on her kitchen counter. Tsk! And she returned it for me as I was opening the flat door. Felt such a fool again!
Got the potato cubes and carrots in the oven, and cleaned up a bit. Started the laptop to update this twollop and added the sausages fifteen minutes later, hoping they would all be cooked at the same time.
The view from the kitchen window was excellent.
I reckon I’m in for some heavy rain or a storm soon.
I wondered about the photo of the sky looking so overly crisp I suppose you could call it?
Then realised that the control nob on the camera had been moved to another setting, one of the many I do not understand. Huh!
The nosh had finished cooking and came out recent like and appetizing too!
The sausages were done to a crisp, the potatoes nice and crunchy outside and soft inside, the carrots cooked correctly, the beetroot with orange peel was tasty too! Added some potato sticks to it, no bread at all this meal.
As I settled to enjoy it, the stomach started to brew up again and the sides of my torso began to hurt, more a sort of strain than pain, if you get what I mean?
I suppose I should have considered not eating the meal at this point, but it looked and smelt so delicious, and me being so hungry, I consumed it with relish.
Wonderful, rated it another 9.4/10!
Fell asleep (Much needed that).
When I woke up, it was getting dark and the rain was belting down outside.
Went to wash the dishes and make a brew, taking this photograph from the kitchen window. This view impressed me with the sun so different than normal.
Anne Gyna had eased off, the reflux valve was behaving himself, just the stomach and Arthur Itis giving any bother now, and they were livable with.
I must get to the doctors on Monday about the stomach and Anne Gyna, see if owt can be done to relieve the pain a bit. I know Dr. Vindla says she doesn’t think prescribing any more medications on top of my usual would be a good idea, but the hassle today was getting a bit much. I’ll see what she says if I can get to see her soon, I’ll see what appointment are available.
I made the decision that the windows, kitchen and living room just have got to be cleaned tomorrow. Rain permitting, of course. Then at the back of my mind, I hoped it would rain in the morning! What a Plonka!
Both sets of windows are not easy to clean, getting at the kitchen one and turning it around and getting all the bits of rust and black bits of the plastic lining dropping through with the stagnant rain water flowing out of the cracks in the frame of windows and all over the kitchen will ensure that the floor will need cleaning as well!
The living room window cleaning is a horrendous occasion. Out on the balcony, get all the cleaners outside, start cleaning them, the stretching usually setting off Anne Gyna and Rea Flux off! Doing my best to clean them, coming back in and looking through them to find endless bits of smear and dirt I’d missed – the repeating this several time before tackling the insides – all this while balancing on the step ladders, of course, will start Arthur Itis off and Anne Gyna usually stops me and I have to do it again later.
Huh! Nearly talked missen out of doing them there!Hehe!
Watched some TV between nodding off, I’m doing more of this nodding off lately, I think.
Drifted off into the world of dreams at last, around midnight I reckon.
Stirred around 0400hrs, after a night of waking up and trying so often to recall the dreams I was having without any luck.
I felt I could still taste my first ‘Slow Cooker’ cooked lamb casserole from last night?
I was sat there thinking of what needed doing today.
Eventually, the bladder forced me up and to the porcelain. No bleeding yet this morning, well I mean not from the usual locations.
The head had been bleeding from where I clouted it yesterday, and the bob-cap had stuck to it. Huh! Cleaned it up and put some after-shave on it to stop it flowing. It stung a bit but did the job.
The slow-cooker basin I’d left soaking overnight cleaned up well.Got the kettle on and made a cuppa.
Had a bit of a dizzy, but a very short one.
Got the kettle on and made a cuppa. Then back to the bathroom to take advantage of the throne. Had a bit of a dizzy, but only a very short one.
Sorted out the contact details needed for the Flat’s coordinator Deana to contact my pretend lawyers for me when I call to see her later, so kind of her. When I get the house sold (If I ever do), it might dulcify my life, and I need some peace of mind.
I must get the paperwork sorted into the folders later.
Laptop on and finished the Thursday diary then started this one.
Made another cup of tea and took the medications.
Checked the emails and did some Facebooking. Facebook is still struggling when I put any photo’s on it, freezes occasionally so I have to close and start it again, but less than yesterday.
Had a glorious scrub-up and soaked in the bath, shaved, teggies were done, and I medicated both of my nether regions.
On the way down to walk to the Community Hut and see Deana, I saw the washing machines were both free. So I nipped back up and got the laundry and took it down and got a machine going while I nipped to see Ms. Walker at the shed.
She was busy on her computer and told me I should have come at 0900hrs, not twenty-five past eight! I offered to return later, but she kindly got onto my problem and helped me enormously. I’m so happy and glad to have such willing help.
Back to the flats and moved the washing from the machine to the dryer. Then up to 72 and made a cuppa and got the laptop on to update this whining diary.
Deana called, she had got a call from the solicitor, and they said I should hear from them within a week, as the problem with the access had been sorted! Deana said if I don’t hear fro them by next Friday, to let her know and she would ring them again for me.
I embarrassed myself by stretching up and giving her a peck on her cheek with my grateful thanks for the help.
Down to the laundry room and retrieved the clothes. Oh dear… The washing was as wet as it was when I put it in the dryer an hour ago. I suppose I’d got something wrong when setting it because there was no fluff in the catch box? Humph, idiot I am!
So had to do them again, this time, I used the other dryer, just in case the big one was not working properly.
Popped outside to take a photograph of some daffodils struggling through.
Back up to the flat updated this again.
Got the medicine pots ready to sort out later.
Back down to the laundry room to collect the washing again.
Just timed it spot on, the message panel just turned to Finish as I arrived in the laundry room.
After searching for an odd missing sock for a good while, I gave up, thinking I must have dropped it up in the bathroom when I sorted out the washing and powder, etc.
Cleaned the filter and refitted it.
Got back in and put the stuff in the airing cupboard and hung up the dressing gown in the hall near the heater. (It’s the only storage heater that kicks out any real warmth).
Did a bit more on this diary then started to fill the colour coded medication pots with the appropriate tablets and drugs.
Got them sorted.
Then stored them in the medical drawer number three of the Wilko £15 four drawer cabinet in the kitchen.
I remembered I’ve got Morrison delivery coming later twixt 18 > 1900hrs.
Feeling a lot happier now!
What with things supposedly moving on the house front, Deana, Sister Jane, and Pete all being so helpful, made me feel how lucky I am. Yee-Ha!
Tried Facebook and it was playing up again!
Come think of it (The Lawer problems), they have told me twice before that it will all be settled soon. In November last year they said it would be sorted in a few weeks, then in December they said it would be solved in two weeks? I’m not so confident about it all now.
They had a call from Steve of Age UK, so apparently he’s staying on with me until the house is sorted. I haven’t heard from him and do not know his new number or email address yet?
I got the vegetables, parsnips, carrots, onions and swede coated in oil and in the oven, I was hoping the Morrisons man might come earlier, and I could get the chips in with it then when they arrive – best-laid plans eh? I should know better! I’ve turned down the oven but expect they will be beyond salvation by the time he comes. Hey-ho, my own fault!
The Morrison man arrived and helped me take the stuff into the kitchen as I had too much stuff to go on the trolley in one go.
Put the stuff away, wanting to get it done as quickly as I could before the meal burnt to a crisp.
But no, I’m not that lucky. The three for £6 lamb meals were only two, and one of them had split open and covered the other stuff in the bag with gravy. The cakes were mangled up. The bleach had leaked in its bag and caused damage to the foolishly placed in the same bag bread!
I got a feeling that things were going to get worse, it’s me high EQ yer know, I’m never wrong, but hoped I would be this time. (Ahem)
I cleaned up the mess and put some sausages in the oven to have with the veg and gravy.
So after much kerfuffle and messing about, I very belatedly got the fodder prepared. Which consisted of:
Black beans (tinned) with added tomato puree, baked beans, roasted parsnips carrots and swede, and the sausages.
I had the one undamaged batch loaf that had been delivered, (despite it being misshapen, it warmed up well in the oven for a few minutes), and enjoyed the meal so much.
The vegetables had crisped up very pleasantly. I rated this as one of my best-tasting meals ever! 9.55/10!
Getting late now, I tried to watch a New Tricks DVD, but soon nodded off.
I woke around 0245hrs, actually sweating, shaking and with Little Inchy in a right bloodied state. The dream I’d been having felt horrendous, once more the rooftops and cliff ledges were involved?
To the bathroom and titivated things up. Returned to my 1959 imitation leather armchair and was soon off into the land of nod again.
I sprang awake at 0440hrs, details of the new dream were sketchy, something about me being in a factory and unable to get things done? To the WC for a heavy duty job, haemorrhoids, and Little Inchy both bleeding again.
A bit misty again this morning, a strange blue hue in the sky?
Went to make a cuppa and take the medications and noticed the state of the kitchen, with stuff all over the place that I had removed from the cupboards to allow access to the hole in the wall for the Nottingham City Homes man when he comes later today.
Still some bins, pans, kettle, etc. to move out of the way before the man arrives.
The bins need emptying and taking to the rubbish chute too. Still, the mess from the silly Whoopsiedangleplop cleaning up from yesterday has dried nicely.
A busy period was coming up for me after the maintenance chap is finished tending to the hole in the outer wall that’s letting in the draughts. Assuming he does anything, of course, this will be the fifth time that they have been summoned to look at my problem, and they have only done the lower of the two gigantic holes – and that still lets the wind in!
Made another cup of tea, and Anne Gyna started giving me grief.
Got the laptop on and got the Inchcock Today for yesterday finished, then started on this one.
Cleared away the other stuff in readiness for the reluctant repair man coming between 12.30 and 1630hrs.
Got myself bathed and abluted, medicated the bleeding areas (Painful that), Hehe!
Took the rubbish to the chute and called at Olive’s flat, but she was not in.
Awaiting the arrival of the NCH Repairman.
Cup of char and back on the laptop. Did some Facebooking for a good while.
Still awaiting the arrival of the NCH Repairman.
Did some self-teaching on the new CorelDraw 8.
The intercom rang, and the chap came to look at the problem.
He left to fetch a can of filler.
He returned and applied the filler into the hole, kindly taking off the part air vent with a screwdriver and dropping bits all over the floor, window ledge, worktop and electric sockets as he did so.
He threw the lump of filler into the sink as he unsuccessfully tried to stop it coming out and even further down the wall.
He said: “I cannot put the vent cover back on, but it dries in an hour and you can cut off any overspill then and sand it down!” I couldn’t even stretch up that high without being in pain, Tsk!
The filler that had been thrown in the sink, I had to take out because I thought if it went down the plug hole it might block the pipes as it swells out more?
He left me an artistically designed load of crap on the worktop bless him.
As I tried to clean the sticky mess up on the sink, worktops and power sockets, etc. I made a right mess of my hands too. Sticky goo!
The mess on the sockets will have to wait until later, as I was making it worse by trying to clean it before it had dried?
I thought.
I had to stick paper towel around the falling-out-filler-foam, then I stuck the cover back on in a fashion temporarily. This seems to have stopped it now?
I’ll have to wait and see how it goes I suppose.
The sink is in a right state though.sand
I tried soda crystals, washing up liquid, bleach, elbow grease and swearing a bit, but it looks like it is staying where it is.and
It looks horrible too! Stained and marked for life!
I assembled the rubbish left for me to sort out and filled a black bag with the stuff – including, by the way, £3 worth of kitchen towels used up to now in my efforts to clean the place after he’d gone.
I felt a little sad at how things had turned out with the repair farce.
The sink was stained badly, but I might be able to tackle that when things dry off completely.
I’d put the vent back on after much painful effort, but it was now facing the wrong way, into the kitchen as opposed to into the cupboard.
The cupboard next to the vent was matted with the horrible filler and I could not get to it, let alone remove it.
I filled a black bag with residues, leftovers and used kitchen towels.
Took the bins to the chute and called to see if Olive was at home on the way.
She was in, so I suggested I swap the new big orange slow cooker, and she hands me her old little old one. She agreed, bless her. So I felt like I’d done her a favour, but she’d helped me more, because the new one was far too big for me, and she has a gigantic freezer so she can cook larger lots meals to freeze and save herself time. All good!
The Social Hour Meeting tomorrow, I mustn’t forget this. (He says hopefully, hehe!)
I got the lamb casserole out of the fridge, only to find that it was six days out of date! Seem to have got things a bit mixed up there. Tsk!
So, I put a tin of mini hot dog sausages in the saucepan and flavoured a tin of tomatoes with basil, salt and black pepper and warmed them both up for me second choice evening fodder.
Had a lemon yoghourt for afters.
Do you know, I really enjoyed this meal, have to give it a 9.2/10 rating.
Tired now after all the cleaning and clearing up after the messy maintenance man.
I’m not going to complain officially. Because he was a polite young man, and my EQ told me he was a bit embarrassed by his failure and the predicament he’d left me in.
I tried to get to kip without any luck for several hours. I tried watching the TV, reading and DVD viewing, well gone midnight before I got off, then the dreams started.
I woke (Which was a bonus) and once again laid there trying to recall the dreams, but this morning there was nothing but a sense of frustration, no details at all, but I’m sure I did dream a lot?
I thought about Olive in flat 82 (or 84), I’ll call to see her on my way out, see if she needs anything bringing in.
The first call to the porcelain was rather painful, so I took a Bisacodyl with my other medications with a strong cup of tea. A bit of blood too. Which reminded me, I must show the nurse my new black growth on my mush today.
I pondered on life for a few moments while taking the medications: The mobile phone has not rung for three weeks now. Popular, I’m not. Yet I try to be. I do not call people or their habits (Fair enough, Pavement Cyclist, Taxi drivers, racists, and politicians are not included in this), I love to help folks if I can. I suppose it is my lack of education and funny yet variable hobble and occasional feeling sorry for myself moments that are a handicap socially. Not hearing what some contacts are actually saying to me… or rather mishearing them doesn’t help?
I realised I was doing it again, so I put the headphones on as I started this diary and listened to some music on YouTube to pull myself out of the pitying state I was sinking into; Bernard Cribbins Gossip Calypso was playing.
That, soon had me feeling better! So, I listened to more of his songs and did a search for the missing paring knife I bought and misplaced and cut my finger with the other day, no luck.
An unexpected effervescent bubbly feeling took control of my ever-weakening brain as I went to make another a cup of tea. A shame that it didn’t last for long. I managed to knock a dessert in the fridge as I reached for the milk, and it fell ungraciously to the floor via my dressing gown and split open. I accepted this minor Whoopsiedangleplop with a surprisingly insuisiance.
The short dizzy I had when I got up from cleaning up the spillage, was not greeted in the same manner.
Made another cuppa replacing the one that had gone cold, and got back to the laptop nad the graphicationalising. Five hours later, I’d got the TFZers pictures done! Phew! No time left to get them posted as I have to get ready for the INR test and then go into town and get some things, including perhaps, a slow cooker. If anyone has advice on using these, I’d appreciate a little guidance.
Back in a few hours… I hope like! Hehe!
Got into town without meeting any other tenants en route.
Passing Clinton Street and the masses of shoplifters muggers and pavement cyclists, I took a photo of them.
Into Wilko to look at their slow-cookers on offer. I inquired of one of the ladies working there if they had any of the small ones available. (Like Olive’s one) She said they do not make them now. Wondered around the store and got a lavender Dettol disinfectant and a Zoflora Citrus.
Out and walked to the bank on Exchange Walk, passing through the Slab Square on the way.
The Bank gave me a figure of my balance, and I nearly lost my balance – by gum it’s gone down a lot!
All this paying for two Council Tax’s, utilities, etc. is crippling me. Hope they sell the house soon!
Even more depressed now, I wandered put and to the Debenham store to see if they had any small slow-cookers in stock. A bit of a maze this shop is, all floors on different levels and a job to find out where you are supposed to be going, Huh! Got to the top floor and found the department I needed. They had no small cookers either. However, they had some medium ones, with one brand being on offer from £35 to £20! Then I took a look at the paring knives on display; this is where I made another faux par… I thought the price on this paring knife was £1.70 and thought by gosh, that’s good value! Later when I looked properly, I found it was £7! Errors like this are not doing my confidence any good yer know!
I made my way to the bus stop but just managed to miss the L9.
So I had an hour to kill before the next and last one of the day.
Wandered around and ended up going in the small Tesco shop to get some bread.
Then along Upper Parliament Street taking some photographicalisations of the Nottinghamians as they milled around.
To the end and down onto Queen Street and got to the L9 bus stop again.
Where I had an altercation with six Eastern Europe youths, who were hanging about outside the Post Office doors behind the bus shelter.
Being young lads of about 17-18 years of age, and in lively spirits doing their testosterone testing by having mock fights with each other. V
One of them went for another and they both banged into me, luckily I saw them coming and fended off the nearest one with a blow to his neck. Which probably hurt me more than him. Hehe! I shouted out ” What the ‘f ‘ hell do you think you’re doing!” I surprised myself as much as I did them. The youth spun around and gave me the glare! At this point, I was amazingly not scared, more, angry. He muttered “Sorry” and he and the other youth wandered off down the street. His mates near the railings began to give me the eye. Now the fear kicked in, as the bus pulled up, I got on it as swiftly as I could!
At the next bus-stop, Bill from the flats got on, and we had a natter en route back to the apartments.
When I opened the slow-cooker and then felt a fool for buying it I found the leaflet with it was printed in minuscule fonts, and the information on it sparse.
Then the aftershock of the altercation arrived. I started shaking and did nothing but sit down, fretted and brooded for the rest of the night, apart from getting some nice nosh, but didn’t finish it all.
0310 hrs: I stirred into wakefulness and sat there, firstly trying to remember the dreams I’d had, again of me being lost in a deserted factory, then the jejunity of my existence started to rack my uneducated brain. I began questioning andpessundated my worth.
I farted, smelt it, sneezed and made a cup of tea, to take my medications with. Came across last nights untaken medication pot, swore at myself for being daft enough to miss taking them and took a Warfarin tablet to take along with the morning medications. Whoopsiedangleplop number one of the day then? Tsk!
To the bathroom, the haemorrhoids were bleeding badly this morning but Little Inchy was not at all.
0455hrs: Got the rest of the laundry ready, dressing gowns, towels and few socks, undies and a shirt, along with the capsules, powder, softener and fresher pearls, and change then made my way down to the laundry room.
One of the lifts was out-of-action.
I got the washing machine going on economy-quick mode and sat in the lobby reading my Sniper book. Surprisingly two tenants passed through and out of the building, I didn’t know either of them, and neither responded to my spoken ‘Good Morning.’
The weather was a bit frosty when I had a look out of the front doors. But it soon changed to bright sunshine.
When the cycle had completed, I moved the washing into the dryer, got it going, then returned to the flat to update this.
Went down an hour or so later and got the washing out of the dryer, all okay.
Back up to the apartment again, the one working lift was shuddering uncomfortable a bit.
Got in, WC’d made a strong cuppa and onto Coreldraw and Corelpaint.
Then I had a marathon session doing some graphicalisations for the TFZ site. In fact. I spent over five hours doing them, and I’m only perhaps two-thirds of the way through them now.
I got the dinner cooking away and checked if anything was worth watching on the goggle-box. So good stuff on later.
Checked the TV magazine and watched a Black Adder episode while checking on the fodder cooking.
Leg of lamb chop, mash with cheese granules, garden peas, beetroot and roast parsnips and carrots, followed by a rather sweet vanilla dessert with Cornish clotted cream. Went down nicely.
Rated this one as 9.35/10.
Read the classic car newspaper.
On each visit to the throne, the haemorrhoids were bleeding, Huh! But all the other ailments were being kind to me. (Now I shouldn’t have said that yer know. Hehe!)
Remembered about tomorrow’s INR test. So I put the Anticoagulation card in my jacket pocket while I thought of it.
Watched some TV, but as tired as I was, struggled to get to kip.
