Inchcock Today – Thursday 10th October 2019: Plumber arrived today – Not Good News!

 

2019 sOct 10

2019 sOct 10

Thursday 10th October 2019

Swedish: incompetent den 10 Oktober 2019

4Thu01

03:30hrs: I stirred, and the brain eventually dragged itself away from the disappointment, let-down, and lack of the Nottingham City Home’s repeatedly promised plumbers arrival, to fix the no-hot-water problem for me. Since last Saturday I’ve hot-waterless. The assurances that someone is coming Mon, Tue, and Wed, all failed to come to fruition. Maybe today, they will arrive? Then again... It would be nice to have a shave and wash without risking life and limb, get out to buy some food, not keep missing the medical appointment, get the laundry done. Most essential for me would be to get some sleep. Having to stay indoors with a stubbly-chin, burnt, and scolded body parts (Peripheral Neuralgia), from having to handle hot water in the kettle and saucepans to the wet room for a shave and the shakes making me drop and spill stuff. Hoping for the non-arrival, twixt 08:00hrs and 22:00hrs for several days, waiting with futile hopes, just in case they arrive. Too scared of falling asleep and missing them, if they came. Which of course, they didn’t, despite many promises.  (I’ll try not to use any reference to the failures again, [No chance!]). But I will gladly mention them if they arrive today! Life, however little is left, has never been more of a hassle for years! And, the damned mystery susurration, droning noise was getting louder! Glad I’ve got all that off my chest.

I revert now, back to my routine, timid, scaredy-cats, health-issue-suffering, worrying about everything, incapable, withdrawn and cringingly inept, insecure, uneducated, incompetent, unconfident, inferiority-complexed, timorous, someone wouldn’t say boo to a goose, faint-hearted, ill-at-ease, fearful, shy mode. I’m so much more suited and adapted to this modality.

WD 0.0.255 2 I was surprised with how easily I got the lumbering mass of body out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, ugly-beige-coloured, rickety recliner, with very little pain from so many issues that would usually give me grief. No wee-wee being needed was next wonderment.

3Wed01mI checked on the handwashing, that was spread all over the flat. The stand-up airer in the hall. The rickety airer in the main junk room and hanging in the kitchen.

I did a bit of jiggling them around to try to get the missed areas dried some more.

3Wed01pI belched as I was making the tea, and the flavour of last night’s Soulful Food veg-chilli came back up. It was nice! Took the medications with an extra-guzzle of the ‘not-up-it’ Peptac antacid medicine, as some burning came back up the windpipe, and the innards began to rumble a tad. I’ve got another pot of chilli to eat yet!

Almost instantly after taking the medications, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wetroom. It seems the Soul-Food chilli had got things moving, but unfortunately, messily so. Ah-well!

I finished making the brew and off to the computer to update yesterday’s blog. With not going out, and all the extra time again spent on graphicalisationing, as I waited for the non-arrival of the plumber, it didn’t take long to finish it, and I got it posted off.

WD 0.0.255 2 I made a start on this post, and as I did, the first wee-wee of the day was needed. And what a wee-wee it was! An LPJL (Long-Powerful-Jet-Like) release that caught me unexpectedly and needed some cleaning up of the bucket and my jammy bottoms. Oh, dearie me!

I did some work on this post, and…

Virgin blue

So, I decided to give it a rest, and start the ablutions going. Carefully, especially with my having to transport the saucepans of water to the wet room for the shaving.

4Thu04

Knotted Kneaded knees Oy Vey!

WD 0.0.255 2 Off to the wetroom. Where I was astounded at how bad the pins (legs) looked this morning! Gotten Himmel, Oy vey, and flipping ‘eck! But there was more; as I was setting the shot up, trying not to shake, a pack of Protection Pants fell off the stack of them on the left of the picture, bounced once, hit me on the leg and slid into the shower area! Hehehe! I had to smile to myself! The knees and legs look proper horrendous!

Also, I think I must have a boil coming up in my right oxter! Tsk!

All part of the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination!

4Thu03WDP 01b leftWD 0.0.255 2A The teeth were done; I fetched a saucepan of water from the kitchen stove to use for shaving. As I took it back to reheat for later… the dang pan slipped from my grip as the fingers gave-up sending nerve messages to the brain, and I tried to catch it, and banged the back of my hand on the stove ring! Back to 4Thu06the ablutions. The showering, shaving teggies etc. only cost me three dropsies, well, four, if you count the saucepan. Tsk!

The sock-glide battle was a draw, I think. I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and got appropriately dressed.

4Thu02Made a brew of tea, and took this photograph out of the unwanted, light & View-blocking new windows. Taken facing towards Nottingham.

I rang Nottingham City Home’s Obersturmbannführer, Prima Ballerina, and Warden Deana. To advise her of the no-show for the fourth day of the promised electrician or plumber to mend the No-hot-water problem. She didn’t sound surprised at all. Well, she knows them well! Said she’ll call them and ring me back.

I got started updating this post, and true to her word, Oberstgruppenführeress and Nail Polisher, Warden Deana rang me back later. It all felt very ‘Cover-your-backish’ comment to me. She’d been told: My Job request had been filed incorrectly under ‘Gas’, so had been thrown away, because they know Winwood Heights are all-electric!?!?!

So, what happened on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday when Deana called them and got different stories of why they had failed to turn up. If this excuse were genuine, surely we would have not have gotten their assurances that they would call on Mon, Tue and Wed? I got another promise (the fifth one?) that they will call sometime today. I have no faith, belief or confidence left! It still amazes me, how another tenant can find she has the same problems as I have, tells them a day later, and gets it sorted that day!

12:30hrs. No sign of any plumbers or electricians. Feeling so tired, this being mucked about and lied to by Nottingham City Homes, is really getting to me.

Better get some graphics and a template or two done. A few hours later, and I’d made only two.

Arthur Itis and Colin Cramps are attacking the left hand and fingers this time! Christ almighty, I’ve had enough!

Still no signs of the workman coming to do the hot water! Lucky? Me? It’d be nice to get out and buy some food, get a hobble in, go to the doctors… or just jump-off the balcony! So tired again, and it looks like yet another day of staying up late, only in case the bloke arrives… No wonder I’m going bonkers!

I’ll make a brew of tea and sit down and try to relax a bit – but I must not allow myself to fall asleep and miss any visitors. Not that I anticipate any, but you never know. Just cause the Nottingham City Homes Maintenance have lied to me for three days, doesn’t mean that they did today when they said someone will arrive… I’m losing it again!

WD 0.0.255 2 Now the left hand is ridden with cramps, and pain, the right one still losing its grip on things! I just dropped the saucepan again! For once, it was empty when it went on its Whoopsie. With both hand’s crippled like this, I could… well, never mind. I’ll take some more painkillers with the mug of tea. Then rub some pain gel in the hand, fingers and wrist tackle getting down to retrieve the pan. Then find summat with sub-titles to watch, so I don’t need the headphones on and miss the non-arriving Nottingham City Homes maintenance chap or woman.

Yours, truly fed-up, Inchcock!

4Thu07I wasn’t hungry, and that must be a first for me, and got the handwashing done. The inanity of having to boil water in the kettle and saucepans on the stove was not easy. And I had a few more clothes that needed doing, that had built up, as I thought the hot-water would soon be back on (That was last Saturday!) A pair of trousers, long-sleeved shirts, a jumper, a woollen bobble-hat, and a couple of diabetic bamboo socks.

I ended up using a lot of electricity, both airers were on the go, and a shirt and the trousers hung above the new ‘You-need-a-degree to use’ storage-heater in the kitchen.

4Thu07a

I settle to watch some TV and fell asleep.

Around 22:00hrs, I was woken by the sound of knocking and the door chimes playing the tune of Dusty Springfield’s ‘I only want to be with you!’

I was the Nottingham City Homes plumber! Nice chap. I explained the bother, and he went straight to the electrical panel on the wall, then the water-heater cupboard.

WD 0.0.255 2 It was bad news! The thermostat and maybe the boiler will have to be replaced! He would pass on details to the control room for me, and fingers crossed, it might get tended to in a week or two. He said he’d report me as an ‘At-Risk’ tenant, that might help. I thanked him, and off he shot to his next job, or back to the depot.

So, no chance of getting it done on Friday. Sat and Sun obviously are out of the question. I’ll just have to press-on burning, scalding myself, and dropping the kettle and saucepans for a further few days… or weeks! Struggling with the handwashing. And generally feeling frustrated and

I’m in a flutter-panic about whether I should try to get the shopping done tomorrow or not, just in case the maintenance can get to tend to the water problem, I need to be in? Then I remembered, tomorrow the After-Stroke Support bloke or Geriatric Falls Team man is calling to see me. So I have to remain indoors yet again. (Four days already!) In a muddled-mind state now! Innit sad!

WDPright02Ah, well, it could be worse. I think!

You can see why I’m a Cherophobic, can’t you! I’m not used to it!

TTFNski.

Inchcock Today – Wed 9 October 2019: Anguish, disgruntlement, infuriation and exasperation, and frustration; Still no hot water!

2019 sOct 09a

2019 sOct 09

Wednesday 9th October 2019

Sudanese: Rebo 9 Oktober 2019

3Wed001

06:25hrs: As I woke, I had the feeling that I had been in deep thought, or dreaming perhaps, of my sad, pitiable life. Of my funest, catastrophic, deplorable and lamentable existence. I get like this nowadays, when thing go ape-shit or wrongly, due not to my own failings, and I have many. Like with my having no hot water for three days now, no, four! No one can help, for the Nottingham City Homes maintenance team are pushed to the limit. Nobody truly understands the problems with having no hot water has and is causing me. With my medical issues, having to use the kettle and saucepans for hot water, is causing so much hassle and danger, with the peripheral neuralgia and shakes, I am making things worse with the spillages and scolding, and have no hot water on tap to clean things up. No communications about when and if I will be paid a visit from the plumbers. This, in turn, means my already short sleeping times have been ridiculous! Trying to stay awake all day and part of the night, just in case anyone arrives, is causing, even more, sleep-deprivation and doing my health no-good at all… I waffle-well, don’t IHaha! 

As it dawned on me that the humming, droning, grating humming noise from outside was as loud as ever this morning, put me on an even lower band of contentment. It made it worse as I realised what time it was. The Ocado order is due to be delivered twixt 06:00>07:00hrs! Had it been already and I had not heard the door-chime or pathetically low-volumed intercom tune – not that it works all the time of course. It doesn’t. A genuine depression was taking hold of me here! I can’t do the handwashing, using the laundry room is not an option – imagine if the Nottingham City Homes plumbers arrived while I was out. I dare not go out of the flat! Humph! Demoralising!

Thankfully, the usual demand for a wee-wee stopped my inner-moaning. I freed my bulbous wobbly-body from the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, and utilised the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) for a  BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode slash.

3Wed01eGot the hearing aids fitted, and kettle on, and off to the Porcelain Throne. At least that went well for once, no mess and no bleeding.

I had a look outside, from the crumbling-ceilinged new roof balcony. No signs of any Ocado van out there. The hands were shaking again, yet the finger-ends were sensing contact with hard objects.

3Wed001bI also took this terrible effort of a picture on the left. Sad innit?

I got the computer booted up, but before I could use it, the intercom buzzer went off.

I got to the panel, but obviously, someone had let in the Ocado driver before I got to the board. I got the return carriers from junk-room 2.

The driver informed me of substitutes. The Glengettie Gold tea bags were off! The normal Glengettie ones sent. Tsk! But not to worry, although the Gold ones are the best tea available, the others are the second best. No problem, I have enough things to worry about with the will-they, won’t they, maybe, perhaps Nottingham City Homes maintenance plumbers non-arrival. The man put the bags through the door for me, and off he shot.

WD 125.0.0 3Wed01fBut, as he went, fortunately, he noticed that I had tied up my braces up on the door handle and was struggling to free myself! The aches and pains from yesterday’s After-Stroke session made it a problem getting my arms behind me to release the suspenders! ‘Arf, ‘arf! It made him smile, anyway, as he threw a look that said ‘I’m glad to get out of here!’ Hahaha! He won’t forget this visit for a long time. I imagine my kerfuffle will be related to other drivers later. The Three Stooges and Will Hay came to mind afterwards.

I got on with the updating at last. But the extra photos again, and the nerveless fingertips made it a long, frustrating and ever-correcting session. It was gone midday by the time I’d got it finished and posted off! Noise from above, which can’t be helped, I know, but the tapping and knocking unsettled me while I was struggling to get the blog done.

I went on the WordPress reader next. Then sent some piccies to Pinterest and the Facebook site.

As I started to do this blog, which needed starting from scratch…

Virgin (4a)

Mostest aggravationalistical!

3Wed01LSo, I decided to get the handwashing done – carefully! I got some saucepans filled and the kettle for hot water. It was a bit silly, I know, but I washed a long-sleeved shirt, socks, and the jammie-bottoms. How I hope to get them dried is going to be a tough assignment for me to sort out!

WD 125.0.0.a I did manage to spill some hot water when I got the shakes. I now have another pretty pink wound on the stomach. Grumph!

3Wed01gaI got the heavier clothes rung-out as best I could and hung to dry and drip above the sink. The socks and cleaning cloth, I put on the stand-up airer.

I checked, and Mr Fries internet had come back on, a little slower, but at least it was working again. So 3Wed01JI got on with this blog at last.

I did make another mug of tea, though. And took a photograph of the Nottingham City Hospital, from the unwanted, thick-framed, impossible to get to clean, light & view-blocking, new windows.

3Wed01mI did some more work on this blog preparation.

I then got the fragile wobbly frame-airer out, and put the jammy bottoms on it, in hopes that they might dry enough for me to wear them tonight. They will need constant moving on the machine to be successful. But, I expect not. Still, you’ve got to try ain’t yer?

I decided to ring Night Club pole-dancer and Warden, Generalfeldmarschalless Deana. To try and find out some details of the failed-to-turn up Nottingham City Homes plumber. There was no answer first try, I’ll have a go a bit later. Five minutes later, Deana returned my call. She thought it had all been done. She’d ring them and then call me back.

I got on with the diary work. Half-an-hour or so later, I got a ring back from Deana. It seems there has been a cock-up of some sort. They prioritise the calls. They will come sometime today, up to 22:00hrs. I mentioned the lady who had the same problem and found out that hers had been sorted out yesterday! (I can get depressed, and sulk, you know!) Hehe! Wanna bet they come tonight, not this afternoon. Otherwise, how could Nottingham City Homes make my sleep-deprivation worse, or piss-me off effectively?

3Wed01pAh, well, the wee-weeing has seen a sharp reduction today.

The pulled jackfruit, smoky BBQ, Chilli with corn and beans (What a mouthful!), meal is still on the cards, with all the planned extras to go in it. Black bean sauce, baked beans, sliced tomatoes, balsamic vinegar and basil! I think that is what I put in the last one I had, and found it delicious! But it will probably be late in the evening before the Nottingham City plumber arrives to sort the hot water supply out fro me. At least I now know they will be coming sometime today, anyway. (He says with a modicum of circumspection and mistrust) Hahaha! Of course, when I can get to wash and shave safely and actually eat anything, is in the lap of the Gods… well, the Nottingham City Home plumber, anyway!

I kept stopping to move the jammies into another position on the airer, but the pants don’t seem to be getting any drier at all!

It is already oast my head-down time. And with a day of being active for 20 hours, followed by one of 21 hours, then today’s lesser one of only 13 hours up till now, sleep will be very welcome when and if it comes. I’m not feeling too good now, and yet I cannot take any rest until the chap has been and gone, to do the hot water jobbie… I’m tired and irritable again. But, I dare not nod-off!

So, I went on CorelDraw to make some graphics up. Not that it is easy to concentrate. Tireder and wearying. I gave up on the computerisationalisticalisationing. Hahaha!

I put the TV on, and watched whatever crap had subtitles on, including a Hells Kitchen, and a Police show.

WD 125.0.0 So, once again the promise from Nottingham City Homes of a plumber calling to mend the hot water problem, has failed to mature. Now I am five hours beyond my usual kip-down time! Yet they came out to a flat with the same problem, eho reported it a day later than I did, and they have hot water now? It’s not what you do, it’s who you are? Sadly, I am not one of the in-crowd, obviously!

WD 125.0.0.a I got some handwash-drying moved around. During which the silly-flimsy bar airer, colla[sed on me. A burn on the arm, much pain, frustration and anguish in getting it made-up again, and low self-esteem towered over me. And then did some black-bagging. The increase in fatigue made things very awkward. No washing myself tonight, I’m just too incapacitated mentally and physically to cope with the kettle and saucepans of hot water needed. Disconsolateness, dispiritedness, doldrums, dolefulness, and downright-downheartedness, at the delay, doom me to depression! (Damnably clever that, do you like it?)

3Wed05They (Nottingham City Homes maintenance Team) will not call after 22:00hrs as I understand it, so I can get the meal made and gobbled up now. They must be up-to-the-neck in it, and that is why things are not going as planned? Which doesn’t help in preventing me from injury, pain and depression, when others get the job done for them. Gnash! Gobblediegumps and Sob!

The Soul-Food chilli with extras added as I had planned, was another great experience. Smug-Mode-Engaged! As you can see on the right here, the big bowl was needed, and nearly filled with the feast of vegetarian chilli, black bean sauce, tomatoes etc., and thoroughly enjoyed. Flavour-Rating: 9/10. We’ll see later what it causes the innards to do. Hehe!

I got the kettle and saucepan on the stove and took some photographs of the ever-changing skyline. It took the problems of my being dismissed as unimportant off of my mind for a while.

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WD 125.0.0.a Then it all came back when I was doing the dishes and saucepan washing. The hand and shoulder did an impression of St Vitus dancing, and I got a tiny burn on the back of the hand, minuscule it was, but it hurt like hell! Another scar, to remind me of the unfortunate incident with the hot water, and how I coped with being put-down and ignored and put at the back of the queue.

I got down in the rickety recliner, blurry-eyed, pissed-off, drained, frustrated and temporarily beyond consolation. Because, how can I be sure that Nottingham City Homes, who have failed on every commitment they have made, was unable to keep me informed, and effectively kept me imprisoned indoors for three days; while they failed to arrive… will come tomorrow? Indeed, if on the half-chance they do ever call, will they be able to solve the issue? Will I top myself with anguish, disgruntlement, infuriation and exasperation, and frustration?

Good evening.

Inchcockski – Tuesday 8th October 2019: A long, hard, stressful, traumatic day, so a long diary. Sorry!

2019 sOct 09

2019 sOct 08

Tuesday 8th October 2019

Icelandic: Þriðjudaginn 8 Október 2019

KWab

WD 171.0.171 01:00hrs: I woke up with an instant mind-storming session rattling away in the fount of missing knowledge/wisdom/advice/ideas etc. brain-box; fears, worries, frustrations, bad memories, trials, and tribulations. The lack of hot water, and how I will manage to cope with bringing hot water from the kitchen to the wet room to do the ablutions was the main worry. Closely followed by, ‘Will the plumber arrive this afternoon, tonight, or the Wednesday morning, afternoon, or night… or later?’ ‘Will he call at all?’ The third in line in the fretting stakes were; ‘Should I not go to the After-Stroke session after all, and stay in, just in case they do arrive this morning’… which started the whole circle of predicaments, quandaries, catch-22s, hassles, and hindrances all over again! It was a good while before things settled, and the almost panicking situation resolved itself when a wee-wee was needed, quickly followed by the Porcelain Throne requirement needing attention.

I heaved my ever-augmenting, accrescent, wobbly-porkodile body out of the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-law Pete knackered while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, but not often nowadays, recliner, and took a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak, Why-Did-I-Bother) mode wee-wee in the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket). Then to the wet room, and enjoyed a not too messy evacuation session.

Then I tended, to avoid doing it later, and it needed tackling, to the ablutions. Regrettably, the hardest and messiest I have ever taken in my time here in the flats! Talk about painful! I dare not use the shower to fill the sink, as suggested by Warden Deana, because of the noise it makes when the water goes down the drain, and when it works. Certainly not at this time in a morning! I went to the kitchen and got the saucepans filled and on the rings, put the kettle on, and returned to the wet room to do the teeth-cleaning. All okay up to hear, this is where it got uncomfortable!

wdp02LeftWD 171.0.171WD 171.0.171A I fetched a pan of hot water from the stove ring, and as I reentered the wet room, the right leg launched into one of its imitation Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines. Resulting in a stubbed toe, dropping the saucepan, burning my foot and clouting my head on the sink when I tried to retrieve the pan from the floor! Then I had to go to get some more hot water again!

wdp02LeftWD 171.0.171WD 171.0.171A I was not interested much about washing when I got back. The shaving was done in a half-hearted fashion, and with more than a little… what’re the best words to describe how I was feeling? Erm? Pissed-offedness, I’d had enough of things going wrong! That might represent my emotional state at the time bestest! I was irritable, annoyed, self-critical, shirty, snarky, and now sore-headed! The brain-blast started again as I was drying myself and applying the medications to specific areas in need of it! ‘Will the plumber arrive this afternoon or not?’ Will I catch the 40 bus on time?’ How can I get caught up on blogging?’ ‘Why did fate make me not look at the note about Pete passing away?’ ‘How come the RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) in both knees kicking off again, just before the After-Stroke session?’ ‘Will I find the exact £2.30 in cash for the bus fare as needed?’ There was much more waffling and nervous thoughts being bandied-about from the brain, but I lost interest in them after I’d knocked over the bloody sock-glide! Now, I was worried in case the noise had disturbed someone! When drying the rear-end, a sore spot was felt. I got the camera to investigate – fancy that, it was a boil! I shan’t show the photo. Gawed, I was on a downer! 

A smidge of self-pity showed itself for a moment. ‘Not my fault, all this shirty, snarky, and now sore-headed! The muddle, disarray, fracas, hullabaloo and chaos, was not caused by me doing anything wrong, surely? No one list… and then I pulled myself together, silently offered some insults and put-downs for my abhorrent thoughts and pathetic mawkish, maudlin approach to the difficulties. I didn’t clean the wet room after the ablutions, cause that would mean more carrying of hot water (Too risky!) ‘Will the plumber arrive… ‘Oh, shut up Inchcock!’

wdp02LeftWD 171.0.171 I took the medications and made a brew of tea. On to the computer to update as much as I could. As I got typing, that famously annoying whing, humming sound from outside (I think anyway), was the loudest it had ever been? I wanted to know what was causing it, others can hear it as well. It was extra-teeth-grittingly-pesterous this morning!

I felt a little better when I had got the updating finished and sent off. About four hours it took me to do, a lot of photographs to get on. Very few wee-wees needed during this time, and several mugs of tea were made and let go cold. Haha! I posted the blog, then some stuff to Pinterest. Then I caught up with the TFZer Facebooking. But there was no time to start this post off, as I had to prepare myself, get things sorted out, to catch the 40 bus to town. I found the right cash for the bus fair.. no, Bus Fare! Tsk! It’s the thought of Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law using my money to go to the fair that caused that mistake I think!

I have no idea why, but I was definitely feeling perkier now, as I galloped around checking I had everything needed. I set off but returned to make sure that I had not left anything on that I shouldn’t have and had turned off what needed being turned-off. Sad innit?

2Tue01I went through the link-passage, into Winwood Court, and out through the foyer entrance doors. The morning was dark, dank and a little wet, with a fair wind blowing, and not a warm one. Glad I put the jumper on now.

As I hastened to the bus stop on Winchester Street, I found that I was singing to myself, I even remember the song. ‘Walking Back to Happiness’ by Helen Shapiro, her first song as a 14-year-old, and a number one hit! I 2Tue02remembered a lot of the lyrics, too? I can’t understand how she didn’t answer my letter her all those years ago. I fancied her something rotten!

Waiting at the bus stop, the incredible cloud formation was coming up in the distance, it almost looked like a Sunami! Bit of an eerie picture this one, methinks. Especially as the hands and fingers were doing a little dancing when I took this photograph.

The 40 bus got even fuller with passengers than the one last week did! But at least I was prepared for it this week. I got the three-wheeler right tight up to my legs,  and the ankle-snappers getting on and off, did far less damage to my feet and legs this time. At one stage, the driver had to herd them to the back of the bus, to allow more folks on the bus. Hilarious it was – watching about fifteen schoolkids all moving to the rear, and all bar one were on their mobiles! Hehe!

2Tue02aI stayed on the bus to the terminus on Queen Street, to avoid too much walking in the drizzle. I Hobbled down into the Slab Square, and took this photo of the Council House, with again, an amazing sky in the background.

I limped slowly to go around the square, and along 2Tue03towards Wheeler Gate.

WD 171.0.171 One of the infamously ignorant Nottinghamian Pavement cyclists passed by, and I turned to snap him as a school lad was sidestepping to avoid the idiot hitting him! Grumph!

2Tue04I took a shot over the Slab Square, towards Wheeler Gate, where my destination of the Poundland shop was based. Mainly, I took the chance to catch yet another great and fantastic skyline again! How the sky was so bright and everything else in the dark, captivated my attention!

2Tue05I snapped the picture below, to show the different styles of building in the City Centre. The decaying, the new, the old, the being repaired, and some of the many thousands of student apartments. Not one of my best photos, but I did zoom in a lot to take it, and the fingers were a bit wobbly at the time.

I had a steady nosey around Poundland. I bought a lot of stuff this morning. Tunnock’s for the nibble bag. Some pens, twenty for a quid! Bread rolls. Two large bags of Twiglets (A sad story to follow later about these!) Fabric softener. Mini-sausages. Nuts. And, a 2020 diary for a quid! I paid at the self-service tills and made my way to the front of the shop, to redistribute the things between the trolly bag and the carrier. (The sad part is I took out the two Twiglet bags while sorting, and left then on the shelf, leaving without them! What a draycup!)

2Tue06As I left the shop, I came across this piece of Nottinghamian Street Art near the taxi rank. Whatever the contents were, they didn’t go down very well with the purchaser, did they? Perhaps, over-alcoholic intake might have played a part? Haha!

2Tue07I had another walk around the Slab Square.

And again I was nearly clobbered, my an arrogant, uncaring, dangerous, self-centred, and egotistic young male Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist. Argh!

2Tue08One more recordable almost exciting sky v land contrasting view was taken.

I have to say that some of the locals actually had smiles on their faces! Not many, mind!

2Tue09The place was abuzz with student and schoolchildren.

A smartly dressed young lady Pavement Cyclist passed by, and she nearly came off of the kerb onto the tramlines at one stage, but she was alright.

2Tue10More Nottingham Street at was spotted. McDonald’s nosh this time. I had a little memory prompting thought pattern at this stage. I recalled the original Wimpey Bar we had, on Maid Marion Way. Or more precisely, a girl who worked there. Why now, after all of my capabilities have left me, died, gone away, 2Tue11am I thinking of things I can no longer do? Hehehe!

Walking up Market Street on my way to the Church Hall for the meeting, I spotted some new Notti0nghamian Street art. Vandals, winos, druggies or drunks, had smashed a window in a shop some poor devil was getting ready to open. Grumph!

Along Goldsmith Street, the college and student stronghold, I spotted more Nottingham Street art!

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2Tue14I arrived a little early and remembered the look of derision I got when I was early at last weeks After-Stroke Physio session.

So I had a little walkabout, as the day finally grew a tad lighter, and the sunshine, cold as it was, broke through. I walked down the hill, then back up and to the other side of the road, back 2Tue15towards the church. As I crossed again over Goldsmith Street, yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was spotted! A student, I assume.

I approached the doorway to the church. There were five patients in there, and a different nurse, the same droll, matter-of-fact, book-checking lady was in charge. And we six were all that arrived today! I handed some nibbles over.  We seem to be dwindling in numbers? The session went wellish and passed quickly enough, but, the Arthur Itis ridden knees gave me a fair amount of hassle and pain.

They tell me that when the silly-to-me relaxation tape was played, I fell asleep and snored rather loudly! Red-Face-Adopted!

The nurse took my BP. It was 160 sys, Dia 100. She said the pulse and temp’ was very high but did not reveal what they were. Ah, well, with all the hassle, I wasn’t surprised.

When it came to where we would usually do the social bowling game, a rather good looking handsome well dressed and muscular bloke arrived, to give us a talk on what to eat and why, etcetera. I didn’t like him, young, had his own hair, didn’t wear hearing aids or glasses… Huh! The lesson lasted about an hour, I took to him later. Haha! It turned out amusing and exciting at times, humour was used cleverly as he told us off.

2Tue19With aching limbs, I said my farewells and departed. And blow-me-dow with a feather duster the same lorry as last week was unloading on Goldsmith Street, so I had to go over the road and take a different route. Not that it mattered, I’d missed the L9 bus home anyway. 

2Tue16A Deliveroo pavement Cyclist lurked about, but he was far enough away from me!

So, I caught the 40 bus. The three-way traffic lights at the roadworks needed a bit of care in getting over and through, but all was okay. The hobble back to the flats was a bit uncomfortable, but the mind was racing again now… Has the plumber been? Will he come this afternoon or tonight? Maybe in the morning? No one is keeping me informed of the situation.

I called in the Wardens Holding-cell room, to ask if they knew anything about the plumber. But Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden and Ice-skating Champion Deana was not in, she was out and about. Obersturmführer and Catwalk Model Warden Julie, only knew that someone else had the same problem, but could advise me of nothing about the plumbing situation. I handed out the nibbles, thanked her. 

2Tue17Then I was off on the way home via the link-passage to Woodthorpe Court. I put the buys away. This was when I realised I had no Twiglets in the bags! I actually remembered taking them out in the shop when I changed the bags. What a plonker!

2Tue18I had a job to get the intercom camera to work. It was showing fault when I tried to view it several times. I tried setting without any luck. So I thought I’d take a picture of the ‘Fault’ sign on the panel. Got the camera, and it was working! Ah, well! Tsk!

2Tue19I took another snap of the view from the kitchen window. Which was a pleasant one!

I made a start updating this blog, with so many photographs again, and the finger-ends not recognising touch still, I spent many hours, frustrated and annoyed with things.

2Tue21Put the kettle on, and readied the stuff for the meal later. Unsure of when I can make it, though. Still no word about whether the plumbers will be calling or not today or tonight. Christ! It is night already! Hours passed my head-down time 2Tue20already! But I must not fall asleep, just in case something really fantasmagorical happens – like a plumber arriving! Sarcasm-Mode-Adopted there, did you notice? Haha!

I went out on the crumbling balcony, to do battle with the window openers, and take this picture on the left, at an angle of the end of Chestnut Drive, and to check to see if I could see any Nottingham City Homes vans about. None!

2Tue22Back to updating again. Getting dark a bit now. I’m tired-out and so annoyed at not being kept in the picture about the repairs. Whenever they come, it would have nice to have been informed. And of course, I still have no hot water, so face the same farce and struggle to do the ablutions in the morning! I’m really fed-up now! 

2Tue23I pressed on with the blogging, ever-struggling more to keep awake. It must be 46 hours since I reported the problem, and I’ve only had 6 hours of sleep in that time. Gone through the Stroke Physio session, done a fair bit of walking, too.

WD 171.0.171 Bad-Luck has infested my life. Good-Luck shies away from me. I’m getting to the stage of not being able to cope with any more bad news, failings etcetera.

I can’t concentrate anymore. I’ll get the fodder sorted out, and try to stay awake long enough to eat it.

2Tue25BBQ rice, with dashes of light soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, sliced tomatoes and half a little jar of black bean sauce. And, of course, they told not to eat after I’d bought the mini-sausages. These are going to be hard to resist in the future. Tired out and depressed as I was feeling, this nosh went down a treat! Taste-rating of 9.25/10 granted. An umami delicious, lip-smacking, cornucopial feast!

wdp02LeftWD 171.0.171A So much so, that I somehow dropped the limoncello, and later when I rose to clean the pots, I stod on it…

While I was boiling the water to clean the plate etc. (What a bind!) the mind started to work again… Would the plumber arrive this late? How can I get the handwashing done? I dare not go out until they have been! I’m shattered! Is it worth the fight anymore? And so on!

I managed to stay awake until ten o’clock. Which in itself, should make me eligible for an award of some sort. Hehehe!

wdp02Left WD 171.0.171 While thinking it was time now that I can get some sleep – I fell asleep! And did so for eight-hours straight! Plainly, much-needed, but I woke up after the start-time for the Ocado delivery. Which set me off, panicking, fretting, worrying again: Will the Nottingham City Homes plumber arrive in the morning? Or will he not? I’ll have to stay indoors, just in case! Will someone actually contact me? Will someone advise me of their ETA? The last two thoughts were right idiotic ones!

I hope things get sorted soon.

TTFNski.