0250hrs: Woke, disappointed in not remembering the dreams again. Felt all warm and snug in my freshly washed last night dressing gown. It was nice not to have to sleep in my gloves and woolly hat.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair without any hiatus and off for a WRWW.
Took the medications with water, then made a strong mug of tea and got the computer going. Updated the diaries to here.
Posted yesterdays.
Busy time ahead for a couple of days it seemed when I viewed the Google Calendar first job.
A call for a WRHD session from the bowels was answered. No water on the floor around the porcelain again thankfully.
And the bleeding from Little Inchy had stopped, Haemorrhoid Harold bled a lot less than yesterday and Anne Gyna was being kind to me again.
I looked at the cleaned clothes from yesterday’s laundry session, covered in little bits of blue fabric from the dressing gown and did not fancy the job of picking off the thousands of bits. Decided to take them to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop with the other stuff, soon as I get the time that is.
Started this diary off.
Time was getting short now. I had to get the ablutions done early as the Morrisons delivery is coming early today. Had a quick bash on Facebooking. Found many photographs I’d like to doctor and use later, saved them, cause no time to do them yet.
Tended to the ablutionalisational duties. Couldn’t use the shower cause of the noise it would make so early in the day (0625hrs) Si did a strip stand-up using the lavender soap and spray.
I could have ululated when I stubbed my toe on the trolley again, Tsk!
Changed into the day togs and made another cuppa and back on the computer to make a start on the graphics to do from the photographs I got earlier.
Well well well, another cock-up from Inchcock! It got to 0845hrs and no Morrison delivery had arrived, so I checked on the email confirmation and found I’d booked it for the 14th, not the 7th!
What an absolute plonker!
So, no bread to have, ’cause I’ve got that many tings on today, no time to get out. I do feel a fool again!
Susan, the foot lady came earlier that arranged, no bother with that, she got on with giving my feet pain with that damned round file thing again. We had a nice chinwag that I enjoyed, though.
Ten minutes after she had gone, the M&S cleaners arrived. Both gals in high spirits and much laughter followed… not much cleaning, but still.
I had some nibbles, very rare for me that in the day.
On with graphic creating for a few hours, then did a bit of Facebooking.
The Iceland delivery arrived.
The short-dated products outnumbered the others.
Got them put way, placing the root growing smelly bag of potatoes in a drawer on their own.
Thank you, Iceland.
Got the Cumberland sausages in the oven, the plan being to have them with the potatoes boiled. The phone rang. A wrong number; and forgot to put the potatoes on the boil.
So, it was to be baked Cumberland sausages with BBQ sauce and the last of the hastily defrosted frozen bread from the freezer.
Not a nice effort at all.
Being generous, I rated this nosh a satisfaction score of 4/10.
They tasted rather hot and spicier than usual.
Took the evening medications.
It had been a lot warmer today, and again the falling sun was beautiful.
The phone rang –(blimey twice in a week, was I getting popular, was someone becoming xenodochial?)
T’was the Flat Complex head honcho, Obergruppenfurheress Deana, she needs to talk to me and will be here at 0900hrs in the morning! Dang dang dang dang! I wondered why?
Settled down and this may be hard to believe, but I watched over five hours of TV without nodding off! In fact, it was well gone midnight before I managed to nod off at all!
“The bellicoseness of essential communicational daily activities is wearing me down.”
Kept waking and nodding off again several times, the body telling me I needed to go for a WRWW, the mind telling me I needed sleep? The body won in the end, and around 0310hrs I tackled the job of getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair.
I’m getting organised now with the sleeping arrangements.
Hehe! The new thick cushion under the beautiful warm cover on the recliner was very comfortable and made it far easier for me to extract my mass from it when I got up out of it.
There was no leaked water around the porcelain in the wetroom this morning at all? This will please the plumbers when and if they arrive on Thursday won’t it? Put me right in their black book… Tsk oh dear!
I put the towel on the airer number two in the hallway and turned it on. Ready for the ablutions later, bet it will be nice and warm. In fact, it is just outside the wet room door.
I might leave it there until after the shower and grab it straight from the bars, all nice and warm when I need it?
Getting nesh in my old age methinks?
Went to get the undies socks and warm shirt from the airing cupboard and used the new battery powered light I’d stuck on the inside of the door for the first time.
If nothing else, it helps me avoid catching my knuckles on the sharp edges of the pipes and wood plank splinters.
Of course, Dumbo here fitted it upside down, so the light comes on with the switch in the up position.
Took the medications, made a cup of tea, had a WRWW and got the computer going. Spent a good while on WordPressing and then checked the Google Diary for today and a few days to come yet.
Looks rather busy again for me. I’ve tried to arrange as many things that require me to be in the flat, for Wednesdays. Cause I have to be in then for the cleaners and foot lady Susan.
Did some Facebooking, mustn’t take too long over this, as I need to get the ablutions done by 0930hrs so I can make a steady hobble to Carrington and the surgery for the INR Warfarin blood level tests. I’ve got the nurses nibbles in the bag ready. Might call into Lidle and get some tomatoes and bread, then have to get back in time for the Builders meeting at the Winwood shed. Not that I anticipate being able to hear anything mind, but Obergruppenfurheress Deana wants as many of us tenants as possible to attend.
Got an email from Andy in Canada asking for details of the porcelain leak, which I supplied. His advice given was “Keep an eye on the floor by the toilet bowl – before you use the shower it should be dry.” And as the plumber said to the Doctor when he was called late at night about a leaking toilet, ” throw two aspirins into it and call me in the morning “. Cheers Gerry.
I love his sense of humour!
Iceland order put in.
Ablutions tended to and nipped to see Olive. She said to let them come anyway so they can check it out.
Off out to the surgery in Carrington.
I noticed these whatever they are on the bushes at the end of the road.
Dark blue berries of some sort, full of seeds, some appear new growth and some dying.
Wondered what they were like?
Onwarddown to Mansfield Road and left into Carrington.
A Sherwood Pavement Cyclist approached me, and I bravely took his photo.
A right hoodie, with a mask on as well.
Down to the surgery and did the crosswords while waiting my turn.
The nurse soon tended to me, gave them their nibbles and out down into Carrington. Where, as I passed the launderette, I saw BJ in there. Popped in for a chinwag with him.
Then into the Lidl shop and got some stuff, out to the bus stop and a bus into Sherwood. Called into the Birds shop and got a cream cake. Naughty!
I had a new type of dizzy spell, instant, frit me a bit.
Had a great chinwag and laughed with some lady tenants as we waited for the bus, and another on the bus. They were all going to go to the Winwood meeting at 1400hrs.
When we arrived back at the flats, the mist and fog had descended.
Put the fodder away, having a salad tonight I’ve decided.
Made a cup of tea and heard a noise I thought. Found out its letters coming through the mailbox. Both from Nottingham City Homes regarding the non-working storage radiator, which was reported on the 1st November, tended to on 30th November, failed to work and revisited me on 3rd December and is now working: Both letters inform me that they will attendto sort out the problem on Wednesday 21st December?
What? Eh?
They do confuse me!
Tried to repair the broken trouser zip – failed
Made another brew and updated this diary.
Caught up on Facebook.
Walked to the Winwood Centre Shed for the meeting. Packed solid, no chance of hearing anyone talking, so gave up and departed. As I returned, I noted that no one was in the laundry room, took the opportunity to fetch the remaining washing down and got it in the washer.
Up and got the fodder prepared, salad sort of, tonight.
Back down and moved the things into the dryer and started it. The filter had not been cleaned again. Realised I’d made a faux pas putting the new dressing gown in with the other stuff. Bit’s of blue fluff had attached them to every piece of clothing! I tried to remove some of then, but they didn’t have it.
The fog was mysteriously disappearing as quickly as it came.
Got the meal things prepared on the plate, Buttered cheesy topped cobs, beetroot, pickled mushrooms, Mixed Chinese mushrooms in olive oil, sliced tomatoes, mushroom pate on the plate and covered with foil. The saucepan of water was heating up ready to cook the Mushroom Tortelloni in when I got back from retrieving the laundry and went down again to the laundry room.
Oh dear, what a mess to sort out with the dressing gown bits seemingly infesting all the other clothes looking a bit like Smallpox! That will be for later, though, finishing the meal is most important at the moment.
Boiled the Mushroom Tortellini in the salted water for the prescribed 6-7 minutes. Never had this before, and after I’ve eaten the remaining half of the packet later, I don’t think I’ll bother having again.
Tasteless, bland and mushrooms contained in the pasta was an insipid paste.
The rest of the meal, though, was grand and lip-smackingly good. Shame about the Tortellini.
My EQ didn’t vaticinate well for me tomorrow for some reason.
Having a WRWW, another instant dizzy spell hit me.
Settled to watch some TV and indeed I managed to for a couple of hours or so. During the commercial break just before Law & Order came on I drifted off.
Woke a few times during the night, even wrote down some notes about the dreams on the pad; but could not read much of them later. Picked out the odd word or two, chased and falling being the only ones I could determine for sure. It was almost as if someone else had written them, nothing like my own handwriting?
Eventually rose out of the £300 second-hand recliner at about 0430hrs or so, and noticed the evening medications pot from last night, with the tablets still in it! As I wondered how I was gaining in senility, it dawned on me that it was nice and warm this morning – Aha! the radiator was working! Yehaa! I must email the Nottingham City Homes Repair Team and thank them for taking only 35 days to get it mended. Oh, I am sarcastic at times!
Off to the porcelain for a WRHD session, a lot easier this morning, Haemorrhoid Harold was still bleeding of course. The kitchen towels I’d put around where the leak yesterday was changed for new ones. I was surprised that there was so little water this time. It seems to be an intermittent leak? Sometimes a puddle, others a few drops?
The knees legs and wrists were not too much bother at all, even Anne Gyna and Roger Reflux were taking a rest. A bit disquieting in a way, this. Hehe!
Made a brew and started doing the diaries on the WordPress blog, and remembered I was going to get the laundry done, so packed up on the computer, all the things were already prepared for the washing session, so down to the laundry room. Got it started in the washer, and back up to continue the diaries for a while.
Half an hour later, down to move the clobber into the dryer.
Someone had failed to clean the filter again, Tsk!
I observed that the ceiling had been decorated in readiness for the 25th of December celebrations.
Dryer going and up again to carry on doing the diaries. Made another cuppa and sorted some graphics to use.
Down to collect the washing. Found Olive in the laundry room, cheered me up no end this did. A cuddle and chinwag and she said she would call the Nottingham City Homes Repair Team for me about the WC porcelain leak. She is so good to me.
Cleaned the filter and got the clothes in the bag and back up to the apartment, the warm apartment!
It’s taking me a while to resist wearing my gloves and dressing gown. Hehe!
Put the clothing away. Then got the Crock-Pot vegetables going. I’m intending to try and reproduce a meal similar to yesterday’s, cause it was super!
The doorbell sounded, it was Olive, telling me hse had contacted the NCH and they would be calling today to investigate the leak. I thanked her proficiently.
Seasoned the vegetables and got them going on the low setting.
Spotted the kitchen thermometer telling me it was only 58°f. Checked outside temp, to find it is only 30°f.
Thank heavens the storage radiator had been mended and working last night!
Dropped the jug of gravy I was making… Huh! Mopped the floor up.
Back to doing the diaries and graphics.
Then onto Facebooking.
I’m not too confident in the Nottingham City Homes Repairmen coming today, let’s review their record to date:
They arrived to seal up the holes in the kitchen walls to stop the draughts coming in. They left the higher up one like the photo on the right. Then the filling ran down the walls over the electric sockets. Still like this now.
They informed me the wetroom installation would take four to five working days to complete. Sixteen, I say 16 days later, it was completed! But the quality of the jb on this occasion was very very good and the fitter worked cleanly clearing up after himself.
When the electricians arrived to connect up, they honestly made more mess in one hour than the fitter made in 16 days!
Then, when the Radiator stopped working, I was told it would be 30 days before they could attend. But they would supply a heater on loan for me – which they never did. On the 30th November, a chap arrived, reset the radiator and asked for the heater that never arrived back. Off he went.
The heater did not work, so Olive called them, and they told her they would be here in four hours. They never arrived.
Olive called them again two days later, they will arrive in four hours again. They did. The chap soon found the problem, the other expert had turned off the power to work on resetting the radiator, and had forgotten to turn it back on. He did so, and wallah! I had heat that very night!
Now I await the arrival within four hours again of their plumber – scared? worried? anticioating their non-arrival? Me? Yes!
Back on Facebooking, listening to Dean Martin though the headphones on YouTube.
The rest of the Coopers order arrived. Made the dryer up, the light for the airing cupboard and the cushion for the chair looks perfect.
Olive called, the Nottingham City Homes Repair Team had called her, they will not be calling today, but Thursday. Well fancy that, how did I know? Thanked her muchly. This will mean me missing Thursdays Social Hour again no doubt. Another day stuck indoors for nothing, and I bet Thursday will be another one. Humph!
Got the dinner cooking and took the cardboard down to the caretaker,s room.
TV plans made.
Nosh worked on.
Managed to get it like the one yesterday, and was pleased with the outcome.
Got the things prepared for the INR blood test in the morning at 1020hrs, nibbles, paperwork etc. Must not forget the Tenants Update Meeting at 1400hrs in the Winwood Centre afterwards.
Put the tray to one side while I turned on the TV, sat down and drifted off…
0314hrs: Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner in no time. Off for a WRHD session. A little easier this morning, compared to yesterday’s session, although another long job. Read a bit of the Clarkson book, and tried to recall the dreams again, without any luck. I hate that when sometimes I make notes if I wake up in between dreams or can even recall from memory some of them occasionally, then like the last couple of day, there is nothing there! Humph!
I didn’t seem so cold this morning, and this made me check to see if the storage radiators had come back on… no, of course not.
Computer turned on and did an extra post, a bad poem about Novembers Whoopsiedangleplops.
Had to tend to a second WRHD session, a lot worse than the first one, bloodier but not as painful. Old age eh? Huh!
Got the vegetables prepared and into the Crock-Pot. Parsnips, leeks, peas, red onions, carrots, cubed some potatoes and water chestnuts. Seasoned with beef so I can have a beef and potato stew of sorts later.
Did the diary updates, then went on Facebook… for three hours. Tsk!
Put the towel on the airer/dryer thingamabob to warm up in readiness for my shower and ablutionisationing session later.
Made another mug of tea and made the decision to go out for a walk in Woodthorpe Park today.
To see the tree copse and dogs walking their owners, I’ll take the camera with me. At this, I put the camera in the bag so I didn’t forget it later.
Then got myself prepared in the wet-room for a good showering, shaving and another sh… well, never mind. All cleaned and smelling fresh, I placed the bath towel onto the airer.
Got the bag ready to go and get some bits from Sherwood and get a bit of a walk in the park to see the dogs, then I went to see Olive at number 68.
Malcolm was there visiting and we all had a chinwag. When Olive heard that the repair men had not been out to me like they assured me they would yesterday, she got on the blower and told them, arranging, Bless her, for them to call after 1300hrs today to tend once again to the storage radiator.
I worked out I had plenty of time to get some shopping bits in (2hrs 10min) and get back before 1300hrs. Picked up some jars for the recycling bank to go with my ones. I thanked Olive, gave her a smacker on the lips and set off.
Someone had been busy decorating the lift and lobby area.
Caretakers, I suppose, we don’t see these very often lately around here. Nice for these invisible men to get treble time for Sundays
Someone told me they saw one of them actually smiling the other day, just seeing one now and then would do for me, so I could get help lifting and carrying when needed. Always costs one a decent ‘Tip-backhander’, but still, they made a decent job of the Christmas decorations considering what they had to work with. And of course, it makes the place look special – as folks don’t often see 1960’s decorations nowadays. Hehe!
Out and down Chestnut Walk, dropping the jars off at the bottle bank.
Right down Winchester Street and just passed the bus stop, I turned back and took a photograph up the hill. When I got the camera out the road was full of traffic, soon as I got it ready they had all gone. A dodgy spot to cross the road here. The roadway beyond is even steeper and the vehicles come belting around the corner. Soon as I put the camera away the traffic started again. Tsk! Busy for a Sunday, although this photograph indicates not. Hehe!
Down onto Mansfield Road and into the Co-op Store – I didn’t buy anything, just had a nosey. Out and up the hill into the Wilko, where I got a bottle of Dettol lavender, Touch-Screen Wipes and toothpaste. Up to the Bugeon Store, bought nothing.
Out and up through Woodthorpe Park.
Loved watching the dogs having fun.
Down towards the flats and took a picture of my beloved little Tree Copse. Looking ultra thin now and perhaps a bit sad.
Down to the flats in plenty of time to be in when the Repairman calls (12040hrs)
Attended to the urgent call for a WRHD session.
Oh, dearie me… yet another Whoopsiedangleplop!
Found that the toilet bowl was leaking! Not too severely, but nonetheless worrying.
Cleaned it up and put down paper towels, which were soon soaked again. I’ll have to ask Olive or Deana to give the Repair Team another call for me. Fed-up with things going wrong!
Got the meal cooking and put the evening medications in a pot near the £300 second-hand recliner for later.
Put my finger on this printing to show how small it really is! Humph!
The NCH repairman arrived and within a few seconds he’d worked out that the first repairman who I waited 30 days for and came four days ago, had turned off the power at the electricity box to work on the radiator and not turned it back on. He said it should be working tonight.
He kindly read the instructions on the Screen Cleaner Wipes out to me, cause the print is so very small.
Got the fodder served up.
Enjoyed this effort with relish.
Minced beef, Crock-Pot vegetables; Onions, carrots, peas, green beans, parsnips and leeks. Oven chips and cubed boiled potatoes. Lemon Drizzle to follow.
Worth all the preparation and cleaning up afterwards this one was. Rated it at 9.69/10.
I didn’t find out until the morning, but I missed taking the evening medications. Humph!
Innit marvellous, I finally get the storage heater going, and then the bloody toilet starts leaking! I may have said this before, but I’m fed-up with calamities and Whoopsiedangleplops!
Tried watching some TV, but spent most of the viewing time nodding off.
0400hrs: Woke more gently than usual this morning. So annoyed that I could not recall any dreams in detail again, despite waking up many times during the night, I’d not scribbled anything on the notepad, but thought I had done? Losing it here.
After yesterday’s farcical performances, it was no wonder I slept longer, but it was broken sleep. It was cold again; obviously, the heater not working. But I was pleased when I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and made my way for a WRHD session, that Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were both in a kind mood for me. Still, the blood flowed from Haemorrhoid Harold, but far less than yesterday. I even read a few pages of the book while I resisted screaming out in pain – took another Senna tablet.
Kettle on, I took the morning medications and looked out at the morning sky.
Put the camera down to make the mug of tea and knocked over the knife block onto the floor via the radiator and my legs.
After yesterday’s calamities and Whoopsiedangleplops, I was not surprised in the least. I felt like the perfect milquetoast in fact. I was resigned to failure frustrations and fundamentally febriculose health.
Updated the diaries. Emails. Then popped onto Facebook.
Five hours later, I did my ablutions and visited Olive. No entry gained, she was not feeling well and the family were on their way to visit her. Wished her the bestest and gave her a kiss and returned to the flat.
Did some cleaning up and got carried away with it.
Feeling so tired again, as it got dark I took this photograph from the window, of the mid-distance houses.
Wanted to try and record someone’s efforts with their al-fresco Christmas Tree.
Actually watched a lot of TV without my nodding off tonight.
Got the late fodder prepared.
Oven chips, beetroot, two types of surimi, cheese, apple and some sourdough bread with a drop of sauce.
I’m afraid I nibbled a lot afterwards, rice peas and nuts.
Guilty as charged!
Cleaned up and got down in the chair and was off like a shot into the land of nod.
0300hrs: Woke with a jump. Thought a moment, trying to claw back the memories of the dreams I was again certain I’d been having, but with no luck at all. The needs for a WRHD session forced me to climb out of the £300 second-hand recliner, which worked perfectly this morning I might add, and off to the wet-room. Where the most worrying event of the week so far took place. The struggle to pass and the copious bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold frit me a bit. So much so, I took a photograph to show to the doctor of the blood in the WC bowl and the paper used. Gawd, I hope this doesn’t happen next time.
Took an extra senna tablet with the morning medications. Also found that the Friday pot of medicines was empty? I think I may have taken two lots yesterday morning perhaps.
This might be why I was in such a depressed mood? I took the days medications from the drawer below with the packets and pots in and took them.
Looks like a pharmacy when I open these drawers. Hehe!
The temperature was higher in the kitchen today. 60°f. The radiator that was ‘repaired’ yesterday is still not working. Left the little oil-filled one I had to buy on 24/7.
Had to have a good few WRWWs during the morning, all day for that matter. Little Inchy was red, raw and tender, but only leaking blood from the lesion a little… yet. Just as well, cause with what I lost yesterday and this morning flood of blood, things might get serious.
Both arrived within minutes of each other too?
Finished the diary for Thursday off and got it posted. Checked the emails. One of which confused me from British Gas. I clicked the link, signed in to see my account as the option in the email suggested. This told me I was in debt by £195.03. I printed this off. The letter they sent me told me I was £329.03 in debt?
This confused me.
Did some graphicalisationing, then started this diary off and went on Facebook for a while. A long, long while, but I enjoyed it. Got some TFZ graphics completed and posted on Facebook.
Here’s a couple of them.
Rang Olive to explain why I was not visiting but got no answer. Did an email to Obergupenfurheress Deana about the heater not working.
Around 1100hrs, still no nurse or delivery arrived and the heater that had been supposedly reset still not working, I got the ablutions done, a stand-up job today in case anyone came while I was in the shower. Left the door open so I could hear the bell if they did. They didn’t.
Spent a few hours sorting the paperwork I’d let myself get behind with. Naughty Boy!
Not an easy task for someone with mu memory – or rather, lack of remembrance. Hehe!
Felt a bit hassled by it all and went to make a cup of char, calling into for a WRWW en route, to find that Little Inchy’s lesion was leaking a bit again.
Had a look around outside with the binoculars, while the kettle was boiled, well, the water in the kettle boiled.
Noticed this pail of smoke to the far left and maybe 8-10 miles or so away I’d guess.
I put the radio on while I drank the mug of tea and waited for the news, but nothing was mentioned.
Back in the none-heated front room and turned on the little oil-filled mobile radiator heater, as still, there was no heat from the repaired storage heater. Humph!
Looked out at the smoke again.
It didn’t seem to get a lot worse but continued as the gentle winds blew it along.
Most irritating no knowing what was occurring.
Tsk!
Partially sorted the paperwork, then the Whoopsidangleplops occurred!
I thought about finishing off the paperwork sorting out but ended up updating this diary instead.
Guilt forced me to stop and do the paperwork.
Of course, as is to be expected from me lately, I regretted doing it when I dropped the box from the shredder as I tried to empty it into the black bag.
This was only the first Whoopsiedangleplop, mind. I diligently picked up the shredded paper and placed it carefully into the black bag… only to carry it into the kitchen and lost most of the shredded paper through the hole in the bottom of the black bag!
Getting all het-up now! Sorted it out again and put that black bag into another one after checking for any holes in that one. I could not take them or anything to the chute in case the nurse or delivery arrived.
Aha! Thought I, noise from the area of the door – joy… but no, it was the postman with two identical and unwanted copies in different wrappings of the Age UK Life magazine.
I flicked through the contents: 1: Fundraising and how I can help them support Age UK. 2: Real Life with running man Bill Mitchell. 3: Life Lines: Combatting loneliness. 4: How My Gift can help the lonely. 5: What’s coming up on the radio. 6: Real-life research stories. 7: Wise Words, David Attenborough on his greatest Passions, and finally Ester Rantzen discusses living ith loneliness. A great selection there to cheer me up and solve my loneliness and frustrations of late? Ah well, never mind.
1438hrs: Delivery man with the Airer/Dryer arrived as I was on Facebook.
So now, I’m in the middle Facebooking, I’ll have more paperwork to finish sorted (Eventually), and I decided to nip to see Olive first. Who was in and rang the repairs for me, to find that Deana had already called them and they would be here within 4 hours. Gave Olive my thanks and a kiss as she sent me back to the flat in case they or the nurse arrived.
I updated this and finished the Facebooking and updated this.
Had a look at the airer/dryer to see if I could assemble it on me own.
No problems as such, no tools needed or required either. And it was so easy to crush the right thumb between the metal bars and open the scar from my cut as I squashed it up after seeing how it operated.
I hope this will come in handy after a shower, and before one too, to warm up the towels in the future? And of course, if I wash out any bits I can wring them out and try to see if this dries them enough?
It folds flat for storage but is a bit of a devil to erect again with the rubbish clips not sliding too easily. If Arthur Itis is alright on the day, it should be workable quickly enough. I hope.
Finished off the paperwork sorting and went to make a cuppa as the light faded.The white smoke was visible still from whatever caused it.
The white smoke was visible still from whatever caused it.
Took a photo without zooming in so much this time.
Wondering when the repair men will call to look at the radiator? I wanted to get the dinner going, but no good doing it and then them arriving is it?
The four hours was up now. Will they be calling or not?
Weeks ago, Deana rang them to tell them about the radiator not working. (28 days away).
They said they would supply me with a heater to use in the meantime. They Didn’t!
So I had to pay for and order a heater to be delivered which was due to be delivered a week last Saturday. Amazon delivered it to the wrong block of flats. I had to carry the chair then the heater from there back to my own flat. (Made me a bit poorly in doing so).
Sunday I fell over and damaged my knee.
Wednesday a chap came along to investigate the problem and told me it had tripped out. I asked why he did not know. All okay now, it should be back on Thursday night. Showed and set the controls for all my radiators for me.
This afternoon (Friday) I let Deana know by email that it was still not working and went to see Olive to ask her if she could ring for me. They told her someone had already rung (Deana), and they would be here within four hours to have another look at it.
Back to the flat and waited.
Now the four-hour promise has been broken as I still await their arrival, and am going to cook my dinner and see if they will arrive at all?
What idiot said old age would let you take things easier?
No sign of any repairmen whatsoever.
If I watch TV, I need the headphones on, which means it will be even harder to hear the door chime – in the unlikely event that anyone comes of course – pee’d off again now.
Had to eat the dinner standing up in the kitchen, in case I fell asleep sat down eating it.
It was grand as well, possibly the best stew and chips I’ve ever made.
Couldn’t enjoy the stew as much as I should have, though, because I was stewing inside! (A little play on words there did you see? Hehe!)
No one came, no nurse, no repairman, no cuddly ladies… and still no heat from the storage radiator. Hehehe!
Gave up hopes and wrapped up in gloves, woolly hat, jammies and dressing gown. Hours later than I do usually.
Put the TV and headphones on and managed to stay awake for a bit of the Hetty Wainthrop Investigates episode…
Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair by 0145hrs. Laundry already in the bags waiting, got the coins, dressed and down to the laundry room. Got the machine going and back upstairs for a WRHD session – Oh, boy what a session too! Rock hard and the blood flowed into the bowl creating a scene worthy of the Bates Motel. Took an extra Senna that I’d added to the pill box with the other medications. Made a cuppa and realised it was time to go down to the washroom with the other bag of washing, get that going and move the first one into the dryer.
Another naughty personage had failed to clean out the filter… Again!
Tsk!
I found some clothes left in the dryer, they were from a lady, so maybe it was one of the old dears who couldn’t get down to clean the filter, and I felt better about it, less annoyed.
Got the new wash started and the first lot into the dryer.
Back up again to the apartment.
Got the kitchen wiped up where I’d left the tap running and splashing water all over.
(I am a fool!) I’ll have another bag of washing ready to do by the morning.
Down again to collect the first dried load, back up, and put the togs away, then a final trip back down to wait for the other dryer to finish its cycle.
Gone 0500hrs by now. I nipped out of the foyer doors, no frost about but it was still cold. I soon got myself back indoors and into the laundry room.
Collected the other washing. Took this to number 72 and stored everything away in a semi-ordered fashion.
Checked the temperature on the kitchen window thermometer, 58°f. The radiator that was ‘mended’ yesterday is still not working. Outside it had gone up to 39°f
Back on the computer and updated the diaries. Made another brew and drank this one.
Graphicalising, WordPressing and Facebooking followed.
Brother in law Pete emailed these Fooey photographicalisations of him in their yard/garden.
Say’s he was testing the water.
Hehehe!
Looks like he wasn’t too keen on the flavour or taste of it in the third photograph?
Bless his cotton socks, I love this cat to bits. Sister Jane is always having to sort out his matted fur every day, but it’s a labour of love.
Did the ablutions with lemon soap and citrus deodorant to follow.
Visited Olive’s flat, but no answer.
Off to the Tenants Social Meeting. Not many folks there this morning. BJ arrived earlier than his usual. Eddie only had a few minutes stay, but won five raffle prizes and shot off for his doctor appointment.
Deana called in and I discovered that Toni was in a temporary home being looked after. With missing the last meeting due to the Amazon delivery cock-up and the fall, I found out that some of the clan had visited Toni in the new care home she was in. I felt so depressed and sad that someone hadn’t told me about this, and I sulked for a few minutes.put
I’d have loved to have gone with them to see her.
BJ decided he wanted the laptop I’d offered for his other half. I fetched it for him and he lifted me into Arnold, dropping me off on the high street, bless him.
Called in Fulton Foods store, then into Asda and got some things. Got some Fresh Cream French Horns, two packs of two, one for 92-year-old Norman who lives next door to Olive, cause he’s not been very well andI know he likes them. While shopping I sensed the warm wet sensation from the lower regions. Decided to make my way home to investigate things.
Got the bus back without any hiatus. Actually met Norman in the foyer as I entered the flats, and gave him the cream cakes, this seemed to cheer him up a bit. I had to leave him and was soon in the wetroom checking things out in the lower regions. Oh dear, Little Inchy’s lesion had been bleeding away again. Cleaned around and then I put on some Daktacort cream, very tender job.
Got the meal cooking.
Used the last disappointing Twist thing with a nice mixture of dried beetroot, apple, tomato, pickled beetroots, pea-rice, Roast parsnips and sweet potato slices, baked potatoes and chestnuts.
I couldn’t eat it all, but I made a serious dent in it. Hehe!
The Fresh Cream French Horns afterwards, however, I did devour with relish!
Tooke the medications. Got settled to watch some TV and was soon in the land of nod.
Woke with a start, and to the wetroom for a WRWW, where I realised it was not morning, but two hours after I’d nodded off. Tsk!
0000hrs: Woke up on the stroke of midnight. Off for a WRWW, made a cuppa and took the medications far too early without realising it was so early.
The Nottingham City Homes repair people should be arriving today to look at the storage radiator. The Morrison delivery should be arriving twixt 0730 > 0830hrs. I had thought the podiatrist was calling but realised this was next week after I checked the diary.
Yesterday I got the INR results with the next date to return, this being next Monday 5th December. I sent a request to the surgery for an appointment – still waiting for an answer. Nothing in the inbox from them.
Checked the Facebook and spent a while on it. A good while.
0625hrs: Got the ablutions carried out, a carbolicalisationing session this one. A WRHD that decided me to take a Senna tablet. Little Inchies wound was not bleeding, flared up a bit, but not bleeding, so that was good. Put on the new trousers I bought a few weeks ago and guess what? – Whoopsiedangleplop! The zip on the flies broke! And I cannot remember where I bought them from. Humph!
Got the laundry ready for collection. Got the bags of rubbish assembled to take to the waste chute after 0800hrs.
Made a drink and noticed the ice on the rooftops below. The kitchen thermometer read 57°f and the wind blew in through the cracks in the window. I thought I’d open it and take some photographs of the cold looking dwellings outside.
Opening and closing the damned window involved going into the narrow gap to pull out the plug to release it.
I started the cut on the thumb bleeding again. Tsk!
The doorbell played it’s Dusty Springfield melody ♫I only want to be with you♫as the Morrison delivery driver rang it. He told me that one item was unavailable and one was substituted. He offered to take the stuff through to the kitchen for me, but I was feeling good health-wise so thanked him and declined the offer.
The missing item was, of course, the Sourdough Bread! Gnash!
The substitute was for the pack of six Morrison’s kitchen towels, the substitute a two pack of the same. After thinking how annoying this was that the Sourdough bread had to be only thing unavailable, I realised it wasn’t annoying really. Cause I’ve been eating far too much bread again this last week or so.
Put the fodder away. I had to throw away some stuff from the freezer to make room for the frozen food delivered. I’d made two errors with this order (Fancy that?)The sliced mushroom I’d ordered in the belief that thewy were fresh, were frozen and a much bigger bag. The 500g bag of chips Albert Bartlett Homestyle Chips (Those that Martin Shuttlecock recommended me to try, and taste super), was in actuality 1.5 kilogramme. Had I not cocked-up the ordering everything should have fitted into the freezer. So, once again I can blame my senility.
The noise started from above the flat, drilling. I think the chap there is having a wet-room fitted. If this takes as long as mine did. I’ll have 14 days of this noise to put with. Can’t be helped.
One the computer again, emails, Facebooking and graphicationalisationing.
They just gave out the temperature in Nottingham on the radio. -1°c/ 29°f. Brr!
Nottingham City Homes man arrived to look at the radiator. Said it had tripped out, but not sure why. Reset it, told me it should be working for the morning.
Obergruppenfurheress Dean called, she had been to Olive and was concerned about me not seeing her. Explained that I had called three times but there was no answer and was beginning to worry about Olive. I asked her if she could tell Olive about my staying in for the repair man, and I am still waiting for the laundry man. She then explained that the notice on the board downstairs about not using washing machines in the early hours of the morning was for people using their devices in their flats. Not the laundry room!
Told Deana about the British Gas communication and another email from 38° Degree about moving to another electricity supplier. She said it’s better to stay where I am because moving will be a lot of hassle. She will ask Susan to talk to me again.
1240hrs: Still waiting for the morning collection of my laundry as promised – Tsk!
At around 1615hrs, I went to visit Olive and asked her if she could please ring the launderette to ascertain if they are coming today or not to collect the service wash. They weren’t, so I cancelled the whole thing with them. Had a chinwag and cuddle with Olive, then returned home and got the nosh on.
The frozen mushrooms I’d done in the Crock-Pot were like little pieces of leather, the beetroots were as hard as bullets. The bacon & egg twist I’d overcooked, the Sourdough bread tasted nothing like sourdough bread, but the apple, tomatoes and the mushroom pate were all excellent.
Not one of my better efforts. 6/10.
Went to do the washing up and the sky was lovely.
WRHD session of serious struggling and pain with a little bit of bleeding. Took another Senna with the evening medications.
Took another Senna with the night medications, and added a Senna to the morning pill box so I wouldn’t forget to take it. (Planning ahead now, I’m getting worried about myself! Hehehe!)
Sorted out the TV viewing plans: 1650hr Ch10 Heartbeat, 1900hrs Ch4 News, 2000hrs Ch17 History, 2100hrs. Ch31 Police, 2200hrs Law & Order SV and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner. Where I promptly fell asleep within minutes.
I probably have the TV on at night as much as anyone else does, but actually watching the TV? Possibly Brother-in-Law Pete understands this more than I do, so he is not bothering to help me pick out a new television, cause he realises it would be a pointless exercise. Well spotted Pete!Hehe!
0345hrs: Woke late, not surprising with the marathon hobble I had yesterday. Recalled bits of dreams, I was in a cellar (Again), and being beaten with hot rods and made to read Hitler’s false diaries while hanging on the wall chains. That’s all I remember.
I extricated myself from the £300 second-hand recliner chair, coming across a melted chocolate cashew nut on me jammies, knocked the headphones I’d not noticed onto the carpet and off for a WRHD session of great pain, but not much bleeding this time. Returned and cleaned up a bit.
Made a brew, WRWW again and took the morning medications.
And boy, is it cold this morning!
Outside 24°f (-3.2°c) and in the kitchen 54°f (12°c).
Brrr! Got the new thick socks on, that helped a bit. Can’t complain at £1 a pair, can I?
Although, knowing my luck, the first time I wash them they’ll shrink to a glove-fitting size. Humph!
St Andrews day tomorrow, so I got on with doing graphics to celebrate it for Suzieann Smith and Duncan Robertson, two wonderfully caring people and cyber friends. I’ll use it on tomorrow diary. Then updated the journals.
Popped onto the scales.
Very pleased, when I compared them to last months one on the left. Although, after yesterday’s marathon, and I did strip off today when I weighed myself and the time before, I had some clothes on. Maybe not so pleased after all? But better than going up I reckon.
Started the Crock-Pot vegetables off. Carrots, leeks, onions, tomatoes and parsnips.
I wasn’t sure if I could cook using sauces in the Crock-Pot, but I gave it a go. Black bean sauce, vinegar, oregano, Bisto vegetable flavouring, some Marmite and sea salt added. Must remember to keep stirring up the concoction.
Did some more Facebooking and graphics, etc.
I went into the kitchen to stir the Crock-Pot and make another mug of tea, and noticed outside, this lady on the right giving lessons about dog control I think to the others. As soon she left with her dog, the other two ha da devil of a job getting theirs to come back to them. Hehe!
Carried on graphicationalisationing and Facebooking until 1055hrs, when I started my ablutions. Used the scented Dettol soap today.
Ambled hopefully to see Olive, but she was out. Might be her Scrabble day? Disappointed.
Stirred the Crock-pot. Then I returned and took the empty jars to the bottle bank.
Took a photograph of the bins, but once again the red spots appeared? Spoilt the whole picture. I wonder what it is I’m doing wrong?
Then again, I often wonder this on and over many situations and occurrences. Tsk!
Stood a while looking at the beautiful but dastardly cold view around the apartments. Shivered, broke the wind and returned indoors back up to the flat for another WRHD session.
Stirred the vegetables and gravy in the Stock-Pot, tried a piece of parsnip and it was still rock hard. This was after nearly four hours in the slow-cooker? I imagined that dong the fodder in gravy as opposed to the usually salted water might be having an effect here?
Turned up the setting to high, kept stirring the stew of sorts, often in between working on the computer, Graphicationalisationing mostly.
Finalising and preparing the fodder.
Moved the seasoned Crock-Pot vegetables into the saucepan and added some tinned stewed steak in gravy to it. Did the washing of the slow cooker bowl in between stirring the mixture up.
Made a right sticky mess of the porcelain and it took ages to get it cleaned, managed (Whoopsiedangleplop) to cut the right thumb on the concrete like bits of food sticking to the bowl, in the process. Ended up with a stew of sorts, that was enjoyed with some Sourdough bread and a lemon yoghourt.
The TV viewing choices were selected, something was on from 1755hrs through until 2300hrs for me to watch. Of course, I realised the expectancy of getting to the end was not high. Eventually settled and watched Heartbeat that was due to finish at 1900hrs, but nodded-off at the second set of commercial breaks – waking up at 0000hrs!
Woke late for me, 0355hrs, annoyed at not remembering any of the dreams yet again. When I tackled the job of getting out of the shuddering £300 second-hand recliner, I was well pleased with Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna, even the legs and feet were being nice to me. It was the other sides of my problems that got to me. The unwarranted depression. Not for me the strikhedonia I crave so much, just fretting about everything and even feeling lonely? I couldn’t even carry out my wish for tarantism in case it set Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna off. Hehe! Adding further to the well of self-pity surrounding me this morning.
The dizzies that affected me last night had all cleared up and no signs of the pains behind the eyes either – Gawd, I should be happy and pleased this morning – but am I?
I did the ditty and graphic at the top of this dairy, determined to pull myself out of this well of almost overwhelming urges to fret and worry, even wallowing in self-pity. Pathetically, sad!
Only one little dizzy affected me when I responded to the WRHD session demand. None since and that one was only a few seconds long and not a bad one at all.
Computer, on and updated the diaries.
Got the veg going in the Crock-Pot: Mushrooms, carrots and leeks, to use in making the Risotto later.
Facebooking then watched some YouTube.
Many hours later, I forced myself off of the computer with the newly acquired headache, and then did the ablutions. A lavender soap session today.
Set off on a little hobble to Aldi on Mapperley tops. Went the same way out and back this morning.
The shortest route, but the steepest.
I took the empty jars with me to drop into the bottle bank as I passed it on the way out. Unfortunately, I forgot to drop them off and carried them all the way to the store and back to the flat so I could try to remember to take them another day. Humph!
At the end of Chestnut Walk, I took this photograph on the wild bit of land half way up Winchester Street Hill.
I can’t recall why I took it.
Pressed on up the hill and onto Woodborough Road to the Aldi store.
Got a large Yorkshire pudding, some nibbles… but forgot to get the milk.
Back and down Winchester Street Hill again.
The cloud formations looked beautiful from here.
The street on the left is where many years ago, the bakery was that supplied my shop with products, this brought back some happy and sad memories to mind.
Further down the hill, I crossed the road junction, where I had my Whoopsiedangleplop tumble last Sunday.
I had a look, but could not see any holes or lumps where I could have tripped over in the tarmac?
But I seemed to have managed to. Hehe!
Back to the flats, WRHD session, medications were taken and got the dinner cooking. I spent a lot longer preparing this one, which involved a lot more cleaning up afterwards.
But the result was worth it all for once. Not done too good recently with the fodderisationing.
Enjoyed this effort a lot. Cubed potatoes, chicken legs, delicious gravy, Crock- Pot carrots, leeks and mushrooms, swede all served in the Giant Yorkshire Pudding.
Mandarins in Orange jelly to follow.
Got the TV on and proceeded to nod-off, dream, wake, nod-off, dream wake… on and on for hours like this. Vaguely recall the dreams all being of something different, but what about?
Another call for a WRHD session. Made a drink and returned in my jammies to the £300 second-hand recliner and settled once again. I was off within seconds, this time for hours.
