Apart from not being able to get a free washing machine in the laundry room! Hehehe!
Tuesday 29 March 2016
Woke up after an hours kip at around 0335hrs, mind racing.
Recalled bits of a dream, but nothing like I remembered yesterday’s dream. Odd that how I can remember only vague themes and pieces, then on the rare mornings like yesterday, I remember such a lot?
To the porcelain, but the kettle on and took the medications.
0340hrs – All is well!
This photograph on the left, I took as I entered the kitchen. First
turning off the flash to avoid reflections.
Then could I remember how to turn it back on – huh! Still it came back to me when I realised which camera I was using. Hehe!
Both have different controls and I do get confused with them you know. Hehehe!
I must remember to tell the nurse about my new bruises today at the INR blood test session. I’ve got a new one since taking this photograph. A mystery to me these are.
Oh, and the black patch near my right ear-hole too. I’m sure that is another spot of skin cancer, it looks just like the last ones did.
And, as well as and besides that, I must remember I’ve got the dentist tomorrow for the two fillings and two canal procedures. I’m still not sure what canal procedures are, but someone did tell me ‘Painfull’ when I asked them if they knew. Oh dearie me!
I heard a loud noise coming from somewhere inside the flats I thought, went to investigate and noticed a sign informing us of another tenant passing away. Cheered me up that did. Tsk! No signs of anything untoward, no idea what the noise was?
Did a bit of Facebooking and checked the emails. Then finished Monday’s diary off and posted it.
I received a reply from my request to ‘Grammarly’ asking for how to set the default checker to Casual Style.
This feature is not available, and I will have to continue changing the style everytime I do a check.
I got an email from my mate Duncan from Birmingham.
He kindly sent me a new photograpicalisation of his Grand-Daughter Seren.
She is all wrapped up well for going out.
The sweetest looking gorgeous gal. I fell in love with her just seeing her pictures. Those eyes, are going to set a few hearts going later?
Got a quick wash and shaved ready for the Morrisons delivery of fodder.
Red sky in the morning – Shepherds Warning! It was a little dank looking, but at least, it isn’t raining for my hobble to the Surgery for the INR blood test.
Awaited the arrival of Mr Morrison. He was nearly an hour late but never mind.
Put the nosh away, and stored the Easter Eggs for the Social Hour, in the bedroom.
I rang BJ to see if he enjoyed Sunday’s outing, and ask him if he can call sometime to pick out the photographs he wants so I can get them printed off.
He said he would come later after I’d done the clinic and INR blood test.
Made a cuppa, updated this and sorted the photo’s onto a stick in readiness for when (If) BJ arrives.
Carried out my ablutions and sorted then took the rubbish bags to the chute.
Set off for the Clinic and surgery. A third of the way there and the rain pelted down and the wind blew as I hobbled up Mansfield Road.
I stopped to let a van put onto the main road, I thought I’d take a photograph from underneath the umbrella.
A bus came past and soaked me jeans and shoes, thus legs and feet as it careered through the running puddle running down the gutter. Tsk!
Onward to the surgery booked in and had a good read of my ‘damp-in-parts’, Sniper book.
The nurse fetched me in and did the blood test, had a look at the bruises and told me to book an appointment with the doctor.
Gave her the nibbles and departed for a walk into Carrington and called at the chemist and got my extra prescription for the cream.
Then to Lidl, where I bought some bits.
As I left and waited for the bus, the sky looked a bit nasty again.
Caught the bus to Sherwood and I walked through Woodthorpe Grange Park, back to the flats.
There were a good few dogs for me to watch, they were walking their owners and refusing to return the balls thrown by them. Hehe!
Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist shot by me and weaved between the other pedestrians.
But if course it didn’t bother me!
The scumball sadistic nasty piece of imitation human slob!
At the top of the hill, I took a photo of the old trees I fell in love with last month again.
There something admirable about how they continue to fight each year against the elements and Nottingham vandals.
Down the slippery gravel and mud footpath and into the flat.
It was close to 1430hrs and BJ’s ETA. Mind you he did say about 1430hrs, with BJ you can give an allowance a day or two either way. Haha! Some mail had been delivered.So I got the purchases put away
So I got the purchases put away and tackled the mail.
Only one for me, from the Nottingham City Council – The Council Tax Bill, informing me I owed the £1180.72, it had gone up by 3.7%. Bless them. The others were for the previous tenant.
Cup of tea and got the laptop on to update this.
BJ rang 1450hrs, he’ll be here in ABOUT 15 minutes.
Hehe!
Checked the emails and did a little Facebooking.
BJ arrived at 1510hrs.
He was looking healthy and fit. I made two strong cups of tea and we had a chinwag about this and that.
He chose the photographs he wanted to have printed.
I made a list and placed it in my jacket pocket so as not to lose it, and know I’d have it on me when I could get to Asda to have them printed.
After BJ had departed, saying he might attend this week’s Social Hour with me, I set about getting the meal ready.
Having bought the Frikadellens I could not resist having some.
Cottage bread, seasoned chopped tomatoes, Frikadellens and BBQ pork sausages.
Followed by a pot of mandarins in jelly.
So tasty it was. Rated this as an 8.94/10.
I felt a bit cheered by his visit and began to perk up a little: This was when I realised I’d not attended the Clinic Appointment! 
I soon lost my bit of confidence and turned back into a miserable blob of fretting and nervousness.
I must ring them in the morning to apologise… Again!
Sleep was hard to acquire, and Gawd knows what time I nodded off.
Piffledamnation!
Boy, what a sensational dream filled night that was! I seemed to have slept and dreamt the whole way through for seven hours. I cannot recall getting seven hours kip in one night for years. I felt it was all one dream too, not the usual mish-mash of bits.
I had a bit of luck then and found the plastic strainer I lost a few days ago.
I got the lamb shank in the saucepan and simmering away, and warmed the oven up ready for the chips to go in. Put the peas in the small saucepan to warm through later.
Woke around 0520hrs, but it was really 0530hrs. No medical hiatus’s prevented me from hobbling around and resetting the clocks. In fact, I was physically in good shape, even ‘Little Inchy’ has stopped his bleeding.
Went to put the kettle on again, and had to clear up three or four dead meat-flies on the window ledge?
And not anyone animal could be seen anywhere.
I did a graphic of Caroline, Frankie, Lynton, and Shuttlecock for a bit of fun.
Got the fodder going.
Actually got up at 2355hrs, totally convinced it was around 0500hrs?
To the WC, the clock now telling me it was coming up to 0500hrs now.
The forecasted wind and rain had not arrived yet.
I had a look on Google to see the weeks Rain and Wind forecast.
Up to the top of the hill opposite the flats and right down to Mansfield Road, out of Woodthorpe Grange Park, over the hill into Sherwood and down to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop.
Back up the hill and down to the park, up the path and right down the steep hilly gravel track to the flats.
The carpet men arrived at 0930hrs, three of them. But there were two of them with another calling in to see them now and then.
They demanded their money and were off in a flash – too quick for my liking as I hadn’t the time to check on what they had done.
Of course, the Untied Carpet people were not interested at all.
Into the kitchen, put the kettle on and added a senna tablet to the mornings medications, made a brew and took them.
Got the things ready and had a bath and scrub-up. Drying off, I spotted some bruises on the rib-cage.
Moved up to Asda and went to the photograph section. Started going through the process on the copier machine, but an assistant had to come to clarify things for me. I still managed to get them with borders on and in a larger size than I wanted. Humph! Still all 14 cost only £5.60. I paid the lady, got my receipt and did some shopping – spending far too much again! Grumph!
It was not very warm it, though, despite the glorious looking sunshine and almost free of clouds sky.
seating on it.
It was the lady who was giving me the threatening dagger looks at the Social Hour yesterday as I took the photographs.
about the coming gales and heavy rain.
On the way, I took a photographicalisation of some terrace houses on the Main Road in Arnold, through the bus window.
Now there’s a sad thing: The last deep mine in the UK has recently closed!
Finished off and posted Thursdays Inchcock Today off.
I got up, WC’d, made a cup of tea and took the medications.
Back down and out to the Community Hut.A good few folks there already, mind you, I a bit late at having to go back for me hearing aid I suppose.
Asda (Walmart; I didn’t hand the ones out that Asda had cut the heads off of!) And realised I’d left them in the flat Tsk!
Back to the Community Hut and handed them out.
Nottingham Arena last week, was still in good form, though. A very sharp Senior Citizen lady.
Down with it to the room, and noticed Lily was in the foyer, and she asked if I had any nibbles for her.
Eventually, I emptied the dryer, cleaned the filter and had a wipe around.
I got in the flat and then noticed a letter stuck in the box. It was another Anticoagulation Record Notification.
and the INR Warfarin Blood Tests? Wednesday I don’t expect to be in any condition for travelling; It’s the dentist for me. Two fillings and two root canal jobs. (Whatever that is?)
No dizzies for a few hours now. That’s good.
Feeling terrible this morning, dizzies, due to the thin blood I think, no life, zest or interest much. Worried about the house sale not going on and feeling sorry for myself I’m afraid to say. The faffing about having to have daily INR blood tests don’t help.
I was soon at the Queens Medical Centre.
I checked the time when I arrived, dropping off at theVictoria Centre shopping mall. I had about 45 minutes before the next L9 bus was due. So I walked into the mall and got some Wholemeal Irish soda bread and a TV paper for next week from Tesco.
As I passed the jewellery store, I noticed they had now got a window at he bottom, dedicated to used items.
I walked as fast I could, well, hobbled and limped more like. Hehe! As I walked through the walk over above Upper Parliament Street, I took a quick photo of the traffic and shoplifters below… oh sorry, I meant pedestrians below.
I ate lambs leg chop and tomatoes, soaking up the juices with the wholemeal Irish Soda Bread.
The author is a male widower, with a bald head, walking stick, is overweight, 5’2″ tall, bespectacled, hearing aid wearing, boils, piles, is an arthritis sufferer, had a heart valve replacement, skin cancer, has angina pectoris, aortic aneurysm, folic acid deficiency, bladder cancer, duodenal ulcer, a sticking reflux valve, has cramps, a bleeding lesion on his miniature Inchy, taking 24 medications a day, is suffering, with partial massive memory losses, falls asleep on buses and misses his stops, has water retention in the legs, suffers perpetually between diarrhoea and constipation, has nightmares, there are no relatives to help him in his daily tasks or Whoopsiedangleplops, had no education and is very nearly a virgin, but he doesn’t like to complain like.
The direction that you will find the draughts coming in through the wall, via the cupboards and drawers.
After many Whoopsiedangleplops and failed calls for assistance, you should get it looking something like this on the left.
You will put down a dustsheet and bring in the corner display you bought in 1968, and proudly attempt to refurbish and polish it up to use in the living room. During this five-day effort, you will get tired and a bit fed-up with having to walk around it as it dries in the middle of the floor after several disappointing attempts at getting the blotches covered and polish it. it
Late in the day, and you are getting weary. So decide to have a nice bath.
cupboard that does not work at all and the assembly can be used for storing your cleaning paraphernalia.
The man comes, nice sort of bloke, he sets to assessing the situation.
Soon the dust and wood shavings had left lovely patterns on everything in the kitchen.
Well well, I thought.
“Yes, I can manage that easily.”
The draughts were exactly like they were before!
Then set off down the hill into Sherwood, and up the gradual incline, over the top and down into Carrington.
We came across pavement works, and as I was near the front of the bus, I took a photo of them.
I put the fodder away.
I seem to be low on Warfarin for some reason, enough for the month, but only if they do not have to increase the dosage when they get the results of today’s INR blood level tests.
play.
The BBQ sausages arrived – had some with baked beans with IRsih Batch bread for dinner!