Wide awake at 0230hrs: Pondered on the only bit of the dreams I’d had I could recall; I was trying to commit suicide in a large cellar, by jumping off a tin of Quality Street chocolates, and baffled as to why this didn’t kill me, kept trying, again and again, until the tin was flattened, then someone in the next cell banged on the wall and complained about the noise?
Scrambled out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a WRHD session. Much blood from Haemorrhoids Harold again, but considering the marathon I had yesterday, the legs knees and feet felt fine? Mind you, I did take me time.
Got the mushrooms and carrots in the Crock-Pot simmering away. Made a cuppa and took the medications.
Computer turned on and updated the diaries and did a graphic or two for later.
Checked the emails and remembered that I have the INR blood test at the hospital on Monday, so I got the Anticoagulation sheet out ready and left in on the writing desk in the hope that it would remind me.
Did some Facebooking.
Then a graphic for the TFZer site folks from all over the world.
While doing this graphic, medical Whoopsiedangleplop!
Suddenly I got a dizzy spell and started shaking and sweating a bit.
Weariness and fatigue followed. I even felt a bit pitiful and depressed at the same time?
Turned off the computer and sat doing nothing for hours and hours, I turned on the TV, but concentration had evaporated.
A lot later, I decided to try and get something to eat. Herb tomatoes, Gnocchi and mushrooms, with what was left of the Sourdough bread.
I smelt so nice, but the taste buds had gone all warped again and I did not eat anywhere near all of it.
Put the dish down and fell asleep, forgetting to take the evening medications again!
Awoke at 0125hrs, wide awake again, but with no memories of the dreams again… most annoying this, have I lost the ability to remember them suddenly? I’ve not recalled any for ages now? Tsk!
I had a conversation with myself, a psittacism-ridden one. That seemed to get nowhere in my desire to sort things out in the brain that needed attention to obtain a degree of autexousious; if you know what I mean? The self-discussion was terminated when the urge for a WRHD session arrived.
Haemorrhoid Harold bled again, Little Inchy too, but by far less degree. Anne Gyna was being exquisite to me this morning, Arthur Itis his usual annoying self, Duodenal Daniel and Roger Reflux were in a good mood with me too. As I cleaned up and medicated the two area in need of attention, I pondered on what I needed to get done today. The Betamethasone Cream needed fetching from the Chemist, and maybe I could get some bread from the Lidl store while there? Feeling so surprisingly good this morning (Up to now, Hehe!) I thought I’d walk into Carrington to the Chemist, call in Lidl then get the bus into Bulwell to try and get some stuff from the two cheapo shops, get a tram back to Nottingham, see if Tesco had any Sourdough Bread that was fresh for a change and if they did, I’ve room in the freezer now for two loaves.
Blimey, I thought, is this me actually making plans? I got a bit worried then. Still, it’s only 0230hrs, plenty of time to forget. Haha!
Had another WRWW and made a brew. Took the medications and got the computer on to update the diaries and do a header photo or two for later use.
0445hrs: got a message about updates from HP Support Assistant.
Managed to get the HP Support Assistant downloaded and installed.
But the rest of the things only confused me.
So, I checked on the email situation. Lovely one from Patti Beckert, the American Artist, who looked after me from afar when I had my cancer and then the heart operation. Bless her cotton socks.
Brother-in-Law Pete sent me an excellent photograph of Trinity Square from last night. Good on him, I told him I’d post it on the TFZers Facebook page today.
Did some artwork on CorelDraw17 then on to Facebooking.
Did this graphic of TFZer Nancy and me. To try and cheer her up, because she is poorly and not eating well at all, and that just is not our Nancy!
Back to the Facebooking.
I’ve managed to avoid getting the mulligrubs so far today, keeping my fingers crossed on this score.
Did the ablutions and set off on the marathon walk into Nottingham.
Got a nice shot at the end of Chestnut Walk, showing the amazingly bright sunshine.
Out of interest when I put the journey onto Google Maps in Walk mode, it told me the trip took 1hr 19min’s – in real life, it took 1hr 55min’s (Plus the two hours and a bit wandering around getting my stuff done) – but I assume Google were not aware that a pensioner with a limp was doing the walking. Hehehe!
I called in to see BJ at his house, just off Mansfield Road and had a chinwag.
Then on into Carrington and called at the launderette to arrange for them to collect my laundry each Wednesday and return it after washing. Not cheap, but worth it to avoid the hassle of using the flats laundry room now that we have been barred from using it between 2000hrs 0800hrs! Onward along Mansfield Road and right down Huntingdon Street and to the Aldi shop. Got a meal in Yorkshire Pudding and cheesy buns.
Then over to Tesco in the Victoria centre, where I found that again, they had no fresh sourdough sliced bread in stock, only old ones, or very short dated anyway. I didn’t get any fresh cream cakes either. Due mainly to the shock of standing on the scales last night. 8lb up on a fortnight ago! Oh ‘eck!
Walked through the top floor of the mall, and called at the nut stall to stock up.
Out through the walk-over and walked into the slab square.
Passing many food retailer vans en route.
The feet and knees were holding up nicely after the hobbling to town session.
In the slab square and all around it, were amusement and stalls for the Christmas Take-as-much-as-they-can-off-of-you Fayre.
Took a moody photo here. But, not a good one.
Walked down Exchange Walk and got some cash out from the machine, ATM I should say?
Looked in the Birds shop to see if they had any Sourdough bread on sale. But again, failure.
Back down Exchange Walk and tried to take a moody photograph again.
No idea how, or rather, why, it came out like this, though?
Can anyone give me some advice, please?
Not doing very well with the photographicalisationing thing today am I?
I called into the M&S food hall and found they had one loaf of Sourbread. The label said it was San Fransisco Type Sourbread? It was only 400g nd it cost £2! Blimus! Luckily I found it tasted fantastic when I had some later.
Tried once again to get a good moody photo as I left the store. Again, not a good effort, not even decent, in fact, it was another crap try from Nottingham’s Grumpiest Pensioner!
Haha!
Struggled up to the Audio Clinic and got some tubing, after a difficult time convincing the lady on reception to let me have some, due to my having forgotten to take my record book with me.
The feet were stinging now after ascending that steep hill to get the tubing and be sneered at. Still, my own fault.
I noticed that the ‘Three’ phone shop was suffering from customers details being hacked. Three members of staff and nothing to do at all for them as the store was being ignored by all of the Nottingham Shoplifters and customers alike. Talk about Black Friday!
Caught the last L9 bus home to the flats.
Called in to see Olive, she was awaiting the arrival of some of her family as it normal at the weekends. I thnk she was feeling better, cause she managed to tell me off; still, I got a kiss as I left.
Sorted the meal out.
I Noticed how thin the lovely Copse was getting now that winter approaches.
Another bad photograph was taken here.
Hope it’s me and not the camera… I think?
The meal mushrooms, baked beans, seasoned new potatoes, tomatoes, beetroot, and chicken on stick thingies.
The whole thing was a disaster I’m afraid.
Apart from the expensive San Fransico Type Sourbread – that was grand. Most I could give overall as a rating for tonight’s sad effort is 5.9/10.
Amazingly, I stayed awake and watched two TV programmes today.
I forgot to do the hearing aid repairs, Huh! I’ll do them tomorrow… he say’s with mock confidence.
My high EQ informs me that I should anticipate a shattering recumbentibus soon.
0240hrs: Woke fretting over all the tasks that lay ahead today. No way can I get them all done. Pondered on the optimum order to attempt them. Tenants Social Hour (May have to just nip in and drop off the prizes and nibbles), Then a bus into to town and get to the opticians to have the spectacles repaired. Next up to Angel Row Audio Clinic and get some tubes for the hearing aids. Get some bread while in town, bus back to Carrington call at the Chemists for the prescriptions. To the surgery. Out and to Hucknall Road and get a bus into Bulwell, get pea snacks, bus back to City Hospital and to the GUM Clinic. A bus to… no, I’ll never cope with all this in one day. Something, will have to not get done?
Yet again, I could remember nothing of the dreams I’d had at all.
I liberated myself from the struggling to operate £300 second-hand recliner chair in response to a call to have a WRHD session. As I cleaned the blood away that had leaked from Haemorrhoid Harold, I pondered on the medical conditions. Anne Gyna was being very kind this morning, as was Hernia Harry too. Arthur Itis naturally was giving me a bit of hassle, but less than yesterday. The swollen knees were easier. The pains behind the eyes had relented somewhat. The head where I hit it falling onto the floor yesterday was persistent but not too much to cope with. No dizzies yet at all. Little Inchy’s lesion was leaking blood, but not as bad as it has been. Even the back pain had abated a little.This scenario above
The medical sit-rep above was pleasingly comforting. Because last night I felt in a right pickle and state and feared in capacities for today. I swore to have a Whoopsiedangleplop free day if possible.
Made a mug of tea, took the medications and did the graphic at the top of this page. Then got on with the diaries.
0511hrs: Had a go on Facebooking. Then did Graphics until 0825hrs.
Warden Deana rang the bell. She had been to see Olive who told her how poorly I was. Gave her the raffle prizes for the Social Hour and asked her to drop them off, which she did.
Checked the list of tasks-to-do, and decided in this order: 1030hrs L9 bus to town – Sourdough bread from Tesco – To the opticians to get glasses mended – Audio clinic for batteries and tubing (so I can repair the hearing aid I broke walking into the hallway electricity cupboard) and bus to the GUM clinic. then bus back to the flat. Betamethasone Corticoid Cream. Leaving the Doctors for tomorrow
Leaving the collection of the Betamethasone Corticoid Cream from the chemist and calling to see the doctor for an appointment until Friday. I’m not sure if I can fit all these tasks in any way, but I’ll try.
Readied the things again and wrapped up well, then set off to the bus-stop to catch an L9 into town.
Met Olive and one of her daughters near the lift on their way out, grabbed a little cuddle and kiss. Much to the amazement of her daughter.
The weather was windy and cold this morning. My mind was all over the place considering which of the jobs I could get done and which to leave.
Got into town on the L9, dropped off and walked straight through the Slab Square and up Friar Lane to the optician’s shop. Where the highly desirous lady set to repairing the glasses straight away for me and was very nice and kind in doing so, flashing her Cytherean smile at me, making goosebumps come up and kindling feelings of such passion arise within as she looked straight into my eyes as she checked if the glasses fitted correctly… Sorry, got carried away a bit there.
Clinging to the memories of her twinkling warm smile, I thanked her and departed. Across the pelican lights and up Granby Street … oh, they call it Maid Marion Way nowadays. Up to the top and left, up the staggeringly steep Park Row and right onto the Ropewalk and into the Audio Clinic, to find it closed? Could not see any signs about why?
Looked through the window in the door and everything looked normal in the waiting area. Someone came walking nearby from another department and she said the hours have changed for the walk-in side of the clinic, but someone had stolen the sign they had put up, I can call on Mon Tue or Wed between 0930 > 1400hrs for any non-appointment reason. I thanked the chap, who had kindly taken his time to explain things to me, and departed back down the hill into the City Centre once again, to catch the L9 bus back home.
Everyone seemed like I was, well wrapped up in the cold and wind that prevailed.
Met one of the lady tenants at the L9 bus stop and had a chinwag with their there and on the journey back to the warmth of the Woodthorpe Court flats. She was a Geordie lass and she’d lived for four years in Australia and five years in America and had worked in Las Vegas, Nevada. She told me she didn’t like it on Australia and was glad to come back to England from America. She lived all over the place in England too. Cornwall, Hereford, East Anglia (Which she really hated!) and Wales. A well-travelled lady indeed.
Met Olive in her chair with her daughter as I got in the lift and we shared it, with me grabbing another snog and chinwag en route.
To the flat to collect the Clinic Card I’m forgotten to take earlier, and out straight away and caught the 40 bus on Winchester Street Hill to the City Hospital and the GUM clinic. Booked in and waited in the corner room along with about twelve other make patients. A right United Nations looking lot we were too. Me the only white person, brown and black youths, who, I could sense were thinking “What was that old git up to, to have to come here?” (The G.U.M. clinic). Then another patient arrived to join us, a sort of cross between a hippie and a rocker he was. I wish I could have sneaked out my camera to take a photo of him, a right dodgy looking character he was. Hehe! He’d be about 45-50, very tall and thin. Long straggly greasy black hair with balding on top and a ponytail that was brown. Most of the lads were on their mobile phones, it would have made a good photograph with me sat in the corner with my crossword book.
I was called in, ahead of many of those who were there before I arrived, and got odd looks from some of them when I went into the treatment room, avoiding the usual visit to the assessment office. Down went the trousers, on the bench thingy, out came the lighted magnifying glass, Little Inchy covered with paper towelling and I was told to wait for the doctor and not to move.
A male doctor a female doctor and a nurse came in after a while. They each had a look and then they consulted with each other. They asked if I was using the Betamethasone cream, (I didn’t tell them I’d forgotten to collect it from the chemist). The nurse applied some to the lesion. They decided to try another different treatment cream this time, but I’d have to wait until they had consulted with my Doctor to assess if it would be safe to use this one, with me being on Warfarin. They would be in contact, but I must return for another check-up and they would make an appointment and let me know of that as well.
As I walked out through the corridor where the treatment rooms were, I heard a howling? I wondered if this was the Beatnik-Rocker chap? Hehehe!
Caught the 40 bus back to Sherwood, then the L8 that took me up Winchester Hill to the apartments, didn’t see anyone I knew, and of course ‘Little Inchy’ was stinging a bit.
In the flat and a WRHD session, with Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding fairly badly.
Physically shattered now, all I could do was get the fodder ready, simple that tonight.
Ready meal Yorkshire Pudding with sausages. mashed potatoes inside it with a bit of gravy. I added some more sausages and when it was cooked some crispy bacon strips.
Some mini rolls and bread thins along with a sundae dessert completed the meal. However, I only ate a few of the mini rolls and didn’t eat the sundae. I tried a spoonful and it tasted off?
Did the washing up and settled to watch a Jonathan Creek DVD, the one I’d been trying to watch for several nights but could not due to my falling asleep.
Same again tonight.
Oh, just realised, the Whoopsiedangleplop Avoidance Plan for today worked! Hurrah!
0230hrs: Once again woke up with the £300 second-hand recliner in the down position, and could not recall any dreams whatsoever.
Decided to get the laundry done first thing. Got some clothes on and collected the bag already prepared with the accoutrements needed. Down and got the machine going.
Back up to the flat, made a brew, took the medications and by then it was time to go down again. Changed the gear from the washer to dryer and went back up to 72.
Made a start on finishing yesterday’s diary and got it posted. Did some graphics to use later.
Down to collect the washing: and for the first time, I noticed on the wall boards near the lift doors on the ground floor, some new (Or that I had not observed before) signs as I exited the elevator.
Well the notices: Top left, no point in me going because, in the past, I’ve not been able to hear what anyone is saying at these meeting?
Top right, I cannot be a Responsible Tenant Award winner, thanks to British Gas mucking me about and lying to me, has put me in behind with my payments.
Bottom left, I agree with this one, but many tenants are still doing this. Although, me being an early riser, I’m not bothered about it.
Bottom Right: A new one this! That puts an end to me using the facilities here. No way can any tenants get their washing done in the day; cause residents are using two machines at the same time, and it is mission impossible! This is why folk do use the launderette at this ridiculous hour. However, I didn’t realise it was bothering folk. So, I’ll have to use the launderette in future. Means either a 45-minute walk there and back to Carrington, or catching two buses each way. Humph!
What with these instructions and being told I cannot photograph people at the Social Hour. Having to wait 30 days to have the heating radiator mended. The mess made when they supposedly sealed the draught in the kitchen and left the foam all over the wall, and it ran down over the electricity outlet and turned solid, and the wind still blows in so I have to put cardboard taped over the hole in the wall still!
I informed and showed the mess to those in charge here, and nothing was done, and complete uninterest in my problem was demonstrated by them…
All this makes me feel far less sanguine than I should be here in my new home.
Now we have (I’m told), three years of building and modernisation to contend with. How many more new moans will there be when that starts?
Can’t get your washing done, can’t take photographs… oh, I’m getting dispirited and pessimistic about the future here now.
Well, that’s that little kvetch over and done with. I don’t feel any better for it, though. Humph!
0635hrs: Got myself feeling down now.
Made another cuppa, of course, because of the complaints received it is too early to use the shower yet, or take the rubbish to the chute, or listen to the radio without the headphones on – which is how I listen to the radio and TV anyway – which in itself brings the problem of my not hearing the fire alarm, landline or mobile ringing while using the headphones.
The sensation of being tristifical and crestfallen has now joined my overall depression all of a sudden. Am I turning into a petulant old grouch?
Got on Facebooking until 0920hrs, then hurriedly carried out the ablutions and got ready to go to collect my prescription. (Which I forgot to do, humph!).
As I left the flat, Olive was on her way down to catch a taxi. Had a quick gossip and I aided her into the cab that arrived as we reached the foyer doors. Said my farewells and to the bus-stop.
The knees and back were still painful from the tumble I took on Sunday. But Anne Gyna was in a good mood with me.
On the bus into Arnold, I realised I’d forgotten to take the camera with me – of course, many things of interest occurred that I would have liked to have photographicalised. Huh! The car that hit a parked car, the pair, both using their phones who walked into a glass door… hey-ho.
Went to Sainsbury’s store. Got some excellent bread, Surimi fish tails nd some sliced mushrooms.The legs and back were getting worse, so I decided to get back to the flat and take some extra painkillers and apply the pain gel.
The legs and back were getting worse, so I decided to get back to the apartment and take some extra painkillers and rubbed in some pain gel. To the bus-stop and the L9 arrived minutes later, then the pains suddenly started that seemed to be coming from the back top of the left eye. Took the spectacles off, and realised I had new growth of whatever on the left bridge of the nose, where the glasses rest.
Got back to the apartment and checked out the nose. Put some cream on the nose infection whatever it is. Painful wearing the glasses at all now.
I then noticed a bit of bleeding on the bridge side, and under the eye internally and new growth on the top of the eyelid? Tsk!
I thought I was feeling a bit down earlier in the day, now I know that I am! These new ailments are seeming to go on for an aeviternity lately.
Telling signs of declining health as one ages, but I’m still glad to be here. Hehehe!
Got the fodder prepared. I wasn’t up to doing anything from scratch, so I had the Surimi, tomatoes, sliced apple, mushrooms, cheese sticks and some bread and butter.
I was convinced I’d eat some more nibbles later, but it didn’t happen, maybe this will please the scales in the morning? Haha!
Looked at the front room, remembered that the Hygiene ladies will be coming tomorrow.
I’ll ask them if they would kindly polish my 1967 G-plan cabinet I think.
The orangeish throw on the ottoman is the one that Olive gave me to use until I get the heater mended… if I ever do get it mended.
Took the medications with an extra 5mg of diamorphine.
The legs and back, along with the eye problem, made resting difficult, but as soon as I got a Jonathan Creek DVD playing, I nodded off…
1215hrs: Woke up with a hypnic jerk. In a different mangled position than usual, and the £300 second-hand recliner was in the down position, and I was inches away from tumbling off of it when I first woke – seconds later I did fall out of it. Did the already bothersome back a lot of good that did.
The new little heater was going nicely, and I made my way to for a WRWW, no signs on any requirement for a WRHD yet? Then I realised how early it was. The Whoopsiedangleplop falling onto the floor via the ottoman had woke me up properly, so no chance of any more sleep this morning. Little Inchy was only bleeding a tad, so that was good.
To the kitchen and made a cuppa, got the mushrooms in the Crock-Pot for later. Returned to the front room and sorted out the mess and checked on the recliner. Which worked okay, when I pressed the on button. Why it was in the down position, I don’t know. Can’t recall having any bad dreams. Or good ones for that matter?
Computer turned on and did some graphics then updated the diaries for a good while.
03.55hrs: Took the morning medications with another mug of tea.
Checked the emails: Amazon had replied to my complaint about the wrongly delivered delivery.
A message of apology. A link was supplied for me to claim a £10 money-off of my next order voucher. Time-limited though? Mmm!
At the bottom, Did I solve your problem? With option buttons. I clicked NO and got to a page to send them an email to explain why I had opted for the No choice. I typed this message. “Your team is in the position of being unable to solve my problem. The problem has occurred thus is unsolvable. You cannot time travel back and get the order to the right place, can you? Can you mend my bad back? Ease my angina or arthritis? Or calm down the angry with me tenants who had their front door blocked by the packages?
Mind you, if you are selling any time machines, please let me know. Hehehe!
Having worked in retail for many years, I can understand these things will happen from time to time anywhere to anyone. TTFN Gerry”
Then they next page after sending this off, asked me for a telephone number so they can if the feel the need call me. I put this on the reply: “Having hearing difficulties, this is not the best way to communicate with me, as I have misheard things on the phone before that has caused me grief and want to avoid this again. Cheers. Gerry
The other emails were all, what’s the word? Bumpf?
0430hrs: Got the things in the bag ready for later and the trip to the surgery for my INR Warfarin blood level test, then I’ve to go and collect the laptop from PC World.
Made another mug of tea to replace the one that went cold.
Facebooked until 0638hrs, then, I carried out some wording for my new list of them to use.
Had some porridge for brekkers.
The demand for a WRHD session arrived via the innards, a little blood from Harold Haemorrhoids. Little Inchy was not bad at all.
Brewed another mug of tea, and took these photographs from the kitchen.
The first from inside and the second I hung outside to get a better shot – and got soaked within seconds. What a clot!
I called Brother-in-law Pete, to see if he might be free to meet me and collect his Christmas present, cause today, I’ve got the surgery INR blood test, then to go into town to collect the pressie, then to go to the GUM clinic.
But he was going for his first hearing aid test today. Shame, if I’d known, I could have arranged things so I could have gone with him and shown him what’s what. Never mind.
I got the ablutions done at 0825hrs.
Got the things ready and walked to the surgery in Carrington for the INR blood test. Wet and windy it was. Got the test done and ordered some Betamethasone Cream. Gave the nurses their nibbles. Then popped over to Lidl and got two buns, razors and yoghourts.
Caught bus to the GUM clinic. Realised far too late, that I had got the wrong date. Oh, I felt in right, sorry state.
Bus into town, the rain still pouring and the winds persisted. Dropped off at Victoria Centre, went into the market. Taking this photo as I went through the walk-over.
This one tells you how the weather was.
Hehehe!
Called in the market and got some dark chocolate covered cashew nuts. They had gone up again! £1,48 for 100g now!
Along to Tesco and got some bits. The new bread shelves looked rather threadbare, and the Sourdough bread very short dated, to I got some bread thins.
Over to PC World, where I got the dizzies and the shakes when collecting the repaired laptop. Not sure what took place here, the next real memory I was getting off of a bus from town in Sherwood, and I had the laptop in my bag.
The rain was worse than ever now, relentless it was I tell you! Haha!
A few phantasmagorical moments lingered, went to the Birds shop and bought a cream cake.
But by the time I’d got to the bus stop over the road to catch an L8 or L9 bus, things seemed to come together again. A couple of other tenants were there, and we had a chinwag between us.
Took these photographs of the traffic and weather as I waited for the bus and nattered away with the gals.
Caught the L8 bus after fifteen minutes and was soon back at the flats being buffeted by the winds and soaked by the rain on the short walk from the bus stop to the flats foyer.
Got in and dried off as best I could, turned the mini heater up a bit, and tended to a WRHD session. Put the pieces away and the laptop into the spare room.
Got the meal prepared as the rain continued to come down outside.
Feeling a lot better than I did an hour or so ago, titivated around a bit in the kitchen, then into the front room and read a book while the fodder was cooked.
Back in the kitchen to find I had left the hot water tap running again! Luckily the sink plug was not in situ.
Got the huge meal served up.
Minced beef, oven chips, cubed potatoes, carrots, onions, garden peas, swede, seasoned with vinegar sea salt tomato puree and lashings of delicious gravy! And plenty of it!
And of course, the cream cake to follow. Mmm!
Collapsed in the chair and drifted in and out of sleep for hours. The back still aching each time I moved. Tsk!
0230hrs: Woke-up feeling warm and snug, then realised I’d left the oil heater on all night. On minimum mind, on 2.5 with the lower switch on. Fought my way out of the £300 second-hand even wobblier than usual recliner chair and off for a WRHD session, no bleeding from Harry Haemorrhoid, but Little Inchy had been pouring, making a bit of a worrying mess.
Recalled bits of the dreams, being chased again around a desolated factory that seemed to comprise bits of all the ones I’d worked in over the years, then I was in the pantry when I was about 5 years old and was searching through Dad’s tool box?
0300hrs: Made a strong mug of tea and took the medications. Then set about trying to find where and how to send Amazon an email of complaint about their delivering the goods to the wrong address. 0435hrs: I eventually got my way into an email on their site, shame, cause I’ll be damned if I could find it again. It said no replies would be sent, but I could find any comments on it from other customers at a link. After sending my email off (At least I think it went) I pressed the link and was told ‘This address is not part of the Amazon organisation?’ Humph!
Began updating the diaries for yesterday and this one. Had a look for Argos’s chairs in brown. Found the code and wrote it down for Olive’s Malcolm.
Got the potatoes in the Crock-Pot. Can you see my reflection on the lid?
All planned of course, Ahem!
Then suddenly the back started aching badly, as I thought it would after yesterday’s marathon haulage session with the Amazon boxes.
I took a photograph of me greeting my Facebooking friends through the kitchen window… not that my Facebooking friends were in the window like, if you know worra mean? The appearance of the kitchen in the background and the morning lights on the streets looked a little different.
Not a good photo, just an odd one.
Made another brew and did some Facebooking for hours and hours.
The little heater was working well, the thermostat keeps coming on and off.
Got readied and tended to my ablutions. Little Inchy was not bleeding so bad now, but the back and hips were aching badly from the self-delivery efforts from yesterday and the Amazing Amazon cock-up.
Went to see Olive and collected some jars from her to take to the recycle bins on my way to Aldi later. Nice chinwag and off I set off up Chestnut Walk on a gentle amble up Sherwood Vale to Mapperley top and down Woodborough Road to Aldi, then on towards town and down the steep hill on Mapperley Rise, and back to Chestnut Walk just in time, as the rain started to join the horrible winds that were prevalent.
I set out on hobble, dropping the jars in the bin on Chestnut Walk. On the way up Sherwood Vale, I couldn’t resist taking a photograph of my favourite little bit of wild intended trees.
I took two actually, the first one, then zoomed in to show the new growths forcing their way through amongst the dying off ones. Nature never fails to amaze me. For an evanescent moment, I was transported into a dream world of pleasure – don’t laugh, but I was.
Towards the top of Sherwood Vale, I clambered behind some garages onto a footpath to take a photograph with a difference.
Of an area that has only one roadway into and out of the private mini sized housing estate.
Doing this started the back and legs aching even more.
Getting back out again, decided me I would not try to do anything like this again.
Hehe!
As I pressed onwards up the hill again to the main road, passing a badly parked vehicle on the pavement, as I took a shot of this car a dog came from nowhere and proceeded to shake his tail and lick me on the face – yes, face!
It was the second biggest Alsatian I’ve ever seen. Massive he was! When he hit me with his tail, he nearly had me over! Someone from somewhere whistled and off he went. Made the day for me!
Turned right along to the Aldi store and got some bits. They had no TV papers in, though. Got cheese rolls, PeaRice snacks and a packet of Fresh Cream Doughnuts jumped into the basket. I didn’t want to offend them by putting them back, so I kept them. Hehehe!
Turned right down Mapperley Rise and the rain started a little, and the wind got up something awful!
Not much vehicular activity, or many folks around either now.
As I rounded the bend in the photo, a chap was coming up the hill and eating a sandwich, as he approached to pass me he said, it a loud clear voice; “I told you, nobody listens!” in an educated posh voice. He muttered “Ah well”, and carried on up the hill whistling as he went.
I pondered on what an interesting little walk I’d had. I’d been of use to Olive for once in taking her jars of the bins, got a beautiful (to me anyway) photograph of the wild woods, Been shown affection by a giant Alsatian and been given advice by a stranger?
Feeling oddly contented I pressed on and as I crossed over the road towards Chestnut Walk – Whoopsidangleplop!Over I went as I tripped on some uneven bit of road tar.
Bruised the knees a bit, but nothing too bad at all, felt a fool mind, good job no one was around. Pulled the back again, though, and that has bothered me since the event. Hey-ho!
WRWW and got the fodder on the go straight away.
Minced beef, vegetables, fresh mushrooms, sliced boiled potatoes then roasted them, tiny tomatoes, two cheese rolls and those Fresh Cream Doughnuts that jumped of their own accord, into the basket when I was in the Aldi store.
As time passed the back started giving me grief.
Little Inchy was inspected and had not been bleeding so much this time. Crossed fingers on this.
I then had a sentient of an impending disaster/occurrence of a different nature to normal? Within two days methinks!
Took the medications and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner and faded, so tired.
0215hrs: Jumped awake again, feeling nervous and fretting for some reason?
It was well cold this morning, (58°f in the kitchen), To the wetroom for a heavy duty session that went okay, but Little Inchy was bleeding badly again, more washing to do. Cleaned and medicated the lesion area, that looks to be getting larger and spreading. Much thicker and longer area affected this time compared to the last troubles. Uncomfortable with this. But, let’s not complain cause Roger Reflux and Arthur Itis are being kind to me. Anne Gyna a bit bothersome, though.
Coughing a lot.
Put on some thick clothes, and swapped the one I had on for a much thicker woolly hat.
Put the expensive to run convector heater on. A costly thing to do I know, but it soon had the room warmed up.
I should be getting the mobile oil-filled heater coming today, I just hope I have the tools if it needs any putting together (Wheels, etc.).
Mug of tea and took the medications. Sorted the pots out ready for next week.
0415hrs: Turned off the heater.
I must remember tomorrow at the INR test, to request a prescription for some more Betamethasone cream. Oh, I mean on Monday of course.
Oh, I meant on Monday of course.
Got the computer on and did some of the diaries catching up.
Then had a go on Facebook. Did some graphics for TFZers.
Done my ablutions.
Little Inchy tended to again.
Made a cuppa and I could feel the cold through the kitchen window.
Took this shot of the frosty grass beneath.
The flipping temperature in the kitchen had gone down to 57°f now!
I’m hoping the deliveries don’t arrive early now, cause if they do, I’ll have time to nip into Sherwood and get a TV mag and some bread. After yesterday’s indoor all day effort, I need to get a bit of exercise? But am anxious about going out in the cold weather – despite the heatless sun coming out. Radio Nottingham gave out a warning about thigh winds and rain coming too.
Did some word searching, for some to use, later.
Facebooked for hours.
Checked on the Amazon Parcel Tracker site and it told me it had been delivered?
I put channel 801 on the TV and watched it as I got the fodder started off cooking. 801 is the CCTV of the lobby entrance, then I could see when the delivery came and watch them press the panel to ring me to be let in, that was the plan anyway.
Two hours later, the intercom rang. Which confused me at first, cause there was nobody on the screen using the intercom? I answered, and it was the NCH security, telling me that the residents of 72 Winchester Court had called them because they had opened their door and found two parcels addressed to me at 72 Woodthorpe Court outside their door! Marvellous! So another Whoopsiedangleplop I cannot be blamed for!
I made my way down to the foyer, out on Chestnut Grove and up to the Winchester Flats, where surprisingly my fob worked on the door. Up the much better and newer lifts than those in Woodthorpe and to the flat 72. The lady at the door bless her, spoke very low and I had to guess at what she was saying, but I got the bigger of the two boxes that had been left blocking a tenant’s door and somehow managed to get it back to my own place. Stopping very often to catch me breath and have a breather. I got it into the spare room and sat for a few minutes, Anne Gyna playing up something awful now. Back down and to the other number 72 again and collected the heater in the box.
Got it back, called in to see Olive en route. She pointed out that I was lucky that someone had not stolen the boxes. We had a chinwag, and she said her grandson Malcolm would fetch a chair like the one he has got for her for her computer and fit it up for me. She told me to look them up on Argos and give her the number for the one I fancied.She let me sit on her new one, and it was super comfy with armrests on it. I decided to send the one back to Amazon telling them I might have broken it with having to struggle to carry it so far due to their error in delivering it to the wrong address. A cuddle and I returned to the flat to assemble the little oil-filled radiator and get it going to test it.
She let me sit on her new one, and it was super comfy with armrests on it. I decided to send the one back to Amazon telling them I might have broken it with having to struggle to carry it so far due to their error in delivering it to the wrong address. A cuddle and I returned to the flat to assemble the small oil-filled radiator and get it going to test it.
Oh boy, how long do you think it took me to get the wheels attached? Ten minutes, twenty minutes or over an hour due to me keeping losing the nuts repeatedly?
Very pleased with how it works, though. Two power buttons, low and high and a thermostat that I set on 2.5 on the up to 5 scale thingy.
As I got it going, I remembered the cooking, shot into the kitchen in a semi-panic.
Found I had not turned the power on to the cooker, so nothing got burnt. Huh!
Got the beef in bean sauce and potatoes in the oven stirred again and pottered about in the kitchen listening to the radio while it cooked.
Again, with the vegetables I’d cut the onions and peppers into too large a pieces and they were not cooked properly. Fool!
Gratin Potatoes were excellent and tasty.
The knees started to play up, and Anne Gyna was not happy at all with me. The exertions of moving the boxes and wrestling on the floor with the heater assembly were taking their toll on me now.
Tired as I was, sleep, that has been easy over the last week, was resisting me. Read and finished the Quintinshill book and put it with the Clarkson book to take to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop. Desperate now, if reading didn’t get me to sleep, and watching the TV failed as well confused me again.
Put a DVD on, and that seemed to work, at last, hours later than usual I drifted off.
Woke first at 1240hrs, glanced down at the dirty dish from last night’s meal. By gum, I enjoyed that!
No memories of any dreams at all, I lay there wondering why I had not had any demand for a WRHD session, moved a bit and boy did ‘Little Inchy’ throb painfully away… Ooh! Thought about getting up to clean the dish and things, but somehow managed to fall asleep again, a rarity this!
0240hrs: Shot awake in desperate need of the WRHD session, the struggle out of the £300 second-hand recliner caused irritation to ‘Little Inchy’. I once again stubbed my toe on the way to the wet-room, and after cleaning my lower appendage, I nearly put Colgate Gel toothpaste on Little Inchy instead of the Betamethasone cream! Then I did something that I wished could have been recorded for posterity; – it would have been a cert to get on You’ve Been Framed! The downside is that Harry Haemaroid bled a bit more than he has been doing of late. Tsk!
As I washed with the Dettol soap tablet, it shot out of my hands, knocked the mirror off of the sink, bounced back, and bounced off my left shoulder and dropped right into the WC without touching the sides, causing the water to splash over my lower region. I instinctively grabbed at the area where the cold water hit me, and catching Little Inchy and started him bleeding all over again, thus having to re-medicate and clean things up again! A flipping good job I’m well stocked up with kitchen towels.
I got the feeling this was going to be a rather malagrugrous day!
Out and got the washing ready to take down to the laundry room. Felt a right nullifidian with all the Whoopsidangleplops up to now.
0305hrs: Got the washing machine going and returned up to the flat.
Computer turned on and started to catch up with the diaries.
0405hrs: Down again and transferred the clobber from the washer to the dryer. Back to the apartment and began sorting the photographs out to use, and posted one of the diaries off.
0510hrs: Down to find that the dryer had left the clothes a bit wet, had to put them back in again, using a quick mode. Huh! Up again!
Carried on doing the diaries. 0540hrs: Down a final time, getting fed-up with this now! The clobber had dried alright this time. But the mystery was, there was no fluff in the filter to clean out? Felt right jargogled. Returned up to 72 and got the kettle on, checked on Little Inchy and got some mushrooms in the Crock-Pot to add to the mushroom risotto later when I cook that.
Took the morning medications and started this dairy off.
Getting bright and light now. Made another mug of tea and took this photographicalisation from the kitchen window.
The Copse, it is thinning more every day, told me that the winds had dropped a lot.
Checked the thermometer on the window frame, 58°f (13°c), so it must be frigid outside?
Checked on the emails. Oh, 77 more than yesterday? Investigated. Mostly unwanted ones.
Finished the latest TFZ gals graphic off and got it posted off to the site.
Did some more Facebooking, and put some diaries and pictures on.
Started the new TFZ graphicalisationing off.
Did a new one of Shirley and me in the desert!
1103hrs: Started to do some cleaning up, some overdo, cleaning up and polishing.
Got the kitchen windows and floor cleaned.
Tidied up a bit in the living room and vacuumed around. I stopped when I had a dizzy. Made a mug of tea.
Facebooked for too long and then I went to visit Olive. We only spoke at her door. She seemed to be struggling a bit. Small chinwag, a peck on the lips and I departed.
Got the dinner cooking.
Mushroom Risotto. Baby tomatoes and some cheesy crispy seaweed snacks.
Stirred into life again at 0115hrs, infested with a state of high anxiety and feeling rather capricious. The anxiety, due to the urgency of the need for a WRHD session. The capriciousness, I’ve no idea why.
A bit disappointed in not remembering any of the dreams I’m sure I’d been having. Especially after recalling so much of the night before’s. And the struggle to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner was not easy, cause it only went part the way down this time, Hehe!
Again, like Saturday morning, the stomach played up after the WRHD session.
By gum it was cold this morning, the kitchen thermometer was only 54°f. I thought as the kettle was started, that I could hear the wind, but realised it was the hot water tap I’d left running on full. Made a nice mug of Co-op 99 tea, but had to return to the porcelain for a WRWW.
I decided to get the washing done and collated the gear to take down to the laundry room. Got some clobber on, a box of recycling rubbish along with the bag and down to the foyer. There was still only one lift working this morning.
Took the box out to leave at the caretaker’s door. This made me wonder if he was alright, I’d not seen him for a week? Got the washing machine going on the short mode and returned up the lift and had to have another WRHD session again! Still, no bleeding from anywhere and the knuckles I’d singed on the oven were healing up very nicely. Hell of a thirst on me, so I made another mug of tea, but didn’t feel like anything to eat. The stomach still grinding away. Might be a good idea not to take a walk up to Aldi like I’d planned to do later. Best keep myself within a short distance from the Porcelain today, I thought!
Down again to the laundry room and moved the stuff into the dryer – oh dear, someone had not cleaned out the filter again.
Naughty! Still, it might have been someone who used the machine last was unable to bend down and do it? Or perhaps an idle old bugger? Hehe!
So I cleaned it up and got the dryer going on the extra-dry option. Back up again to the apartment, and got the medicationalistic requirement tended to.
I had to do the Enoxaparin injection into the tummy this morning. No bother, I’m lucky with not having any fear of needles or hypodermics (Trypanophobia).
Fair enough, mind, I do have fears of Deep Water, Women (Gynophobia), Walking on Snow & Ice and suffer from Ophidiophobia (Fear of snakes) and Spheksophobia (Fear of Wasps). I’m not too keen on politicians either. Would that bePoliticophobia?Hehe!
Returned down and collected the dried togs and cleaned the filter and surfaces. Up to the flat again and, you’ve guessed it, to the porcelain! Put the clothes away.
Time for the medications took a diarrhoea capsule with the regular morning tablets.
Did some more updating on the diaries and some more graphicalisationing.
Got the urge to open the kitchen window now it was light, and I hung out of the above and took a picture straight down from the window, and to the left and down. I told you I was feeling in a capricious mood.
On the first one on the left, lower centre against the wall of the flats you’ll see a rectangle that sticks out from the building. That is out foyer come lobby. Just thought I’d mention it if anyone comes to visit me. That reminds me, I’ve had an idea for a graphic of Duncan (Robertson), my friend who came all the way from Birmingham and helped me out last Sunday with the computer and printer problems. I’ll get it done now.
Back in a bit.
Phew, that took some time, but I really enjoyed doing it. I shan’t show it on here yet, in case Dunc might like to use it on hishttps://madhatters.me.uk/site, or whichever.
Did a Morrison order for next week.
The rain came down a bit, so no chance of me going out. Little concerned about my innards imploding as they rumble merrily away again.
Did some Facebooking and graphicationalisationing. Worked on the WordsToUse file for over three hours.
Got the fodder ready.
Pork Frikadellens, herbed potatoes in oil baked, tin garden peas, beetroot and eggs. Sourdough bread.
So tired and the stomach still churning away, I tried to watch some TV, but nodded-woke for hours.
Had a sweven, in which people were queuing up for advice from me, as I sat on a cloud at a desk, with guards armed with water pistols, leading individuals to the office in the cloud, they would ask their question, and I really felt that I answered each one without hesitation. This seemed to go on for years and years, but I grew no older, when one of the many asked “What is the meaning of life” I’d answer; “If you knew that, life would be forced to cease to exist”. Eventually, I had a tea break and phoned my brother-in-law Pete, asking him to make a plaque with this answer engraved on it?
0010hrs: Awoke with a start, off for yet another WRHD session, the stomach churning again, worse afterwards than before.
Whoopsiedangleplops! No chance of getting back to sleep. What with the stomach, me stubbing my toes and then banging my head as I bent down to pick up the toilet roll I’d dropped!
Up, out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and down to the laundry room, washing in the machine and back up to the flat and computer on all by 0205hrs. WRHD session, only a little bleeding and hassle.
0210hrs, down to the laundry room and got the washing going on Quick Mode. Back up the lift t’flat and on the computer again.
0240hrs, Down and moved the things into the dryer, wiped the machines. Up and did some work on the computer. Started work on the diaries and graphicationalisationing.
0345hrs, To the laundry room again, folded the things into the bag, cleaned out the filter and wiped the machine and sink area surfaces down.
Put the clobber away in the airing cupboard and hung some up, readied the powder, capsules, freshener and droplets for the next session and brought them in the empty laundry bag ready.
Made a mug of tea and took the morning medications. At this stage, 045hrs, the first Whoppsiedangleplop of the day occurred. I dropped the pot of tablets, bent down to retrieve it and knocked the bottle of antacid off the kitchen counter and what a horrible mess it made as the bottle broke and the medicine looked like gunge and stuck like gunge to the kitchen floor! Picking out the brown glass bits was easy compared to cleaning up the liquid that had clung to the floor like a moveable glue!
Tried using paper towels but that wasn’t very successful, so I got the mop and bucket out – eventually the floor was presentable it – but it took as long again to get the mop and bucket cleaned, and it took two rolls of Blitz kitchen towels, flash liquid, bleach, washing up liquid and a lot of swearing to clean the sink that I cleaned the mop and bucket in!
But at least I was happy at getting the things cleaned up rather well, even if it did take me ages. And it did too, I reckon it was around 0540hrs by the time all was sorted, well over an hour. Tsk!
Good job I’d just collected this month’s two bottles yesterday. So I started the last one off.
I’ll have to ask for a prescription for another bottle when I pass the surgery, that’ll make me very popular with the staff!
Thinking of all the hassle and effort it took to get the stuff off of the floor, and they tell me to take four doses of the stuff a day?
No wonder I’m having troubles with my WRHD sessions is it? Hehehe!
I checked some paperwork waiting to be sorted and put away, and found the hospital appointment for November and realised it was a Serologist the arrangement was for me to meet.
Had to look up Serologist on Google. Turns out he or she is a specialist in bodily fluids – blood, serum, saliva, etc. Then I looked up what serum was. It told me it was: An amber-coloured, protein-rich liquid which separates out when blood coagulates. So now I know, being on Warfarin which thins the blood to avoid coagulation. I wish they wouldn’t confuse with changing the names. Haha!
Reading this reminded me to check the emails in case I’d received any from the surgery about yesterday’s INR test. Nothing from the NHS in it. Plenty of Can-We-Sell-You-Something Emails, though. Asda, HP, CorelDraw, Serif and Epson being amongst them.
Eventually got back on the computer, with my wrinkled hands and fingers after the marathon cleaning up operation, and got on switching between the diary and doing graphics, and Facebooking.
Realised I could not remember the pin number for the new card! Duncan said he’s put his phone number in the mobile, but I could not find it? I’ll have to see them at the bank for advice.
Got the ablutions done post haste so I could catch the half-past bus.
A gossip with a couple of residents at the bus stop. The L9 bus came on time, and I was soon in town. Well, with 35 minutes.
Made my way straight to the bank and they couldn’t find Duncan’s number on my mobile. I needed to call him cause he knew where I’d concealed the number, Humpf!
It’ll take five working days for them to get me a new pin number.
Running out of money here!
Came out of the bank and nearly got hit my a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on Exchange Walk! Not surprising, there were dozens of them about.
Nipped down to Broad Marsh, to take a photograph of a particular area to put on a Nottingham site, along with one from the 1950’s.
Back up to the Slab Square, where they SSE electric company workmen were busy setting up the Christmas decorations, on and around the Council House.
Waltzed (Well I use the term waltzed but…Hehe!) up King Street and down Upper Parliament Street, left up Milton Street, across that and hobbled through the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall) and out the other end, over Glasshouse Street to Huntingdon Street, across that and into the Aldi store.
Where I was in luck today.
I got some Gnocchi potatoes, Tomato & Mushroom sauce and some Pea & Rice nibbles for after the nosh. I added a tin of mini sausages to go in the sauce later, and I already had some Ciabatti cobs at home, they’ll need doing in the oven for a few minutes. The Gnocchi can be done in another saucepan, they only need simmering in boiling water until the food rises to the top the instructions say.
Walked back through the Victoria Mall (Centre) and noticed this Pizza place, The Stonebaked Pizza Company. Four staff and no customers.
Another one to close down soon I expect?
Out onto Mansfield Road and around the corner to catch the L9 bus.
There were no Woodthorpe or Winchester Court tenants at the stop, which is rare.
I took a picture from the bus stop, facing where the bus would arrive from. Can you see some of Fothergill Watson designed building on the left-hand side?
The bus came, and I had a chinwag with a lady passenger en route. Lovely lady, she was telling me about her family and the problems she was having.
At the flats stop, I found Mary, having a rest on the bench there, before she carried on into the flats. I stayed with her, and we had a gossip.
She was in fine form today. She let me take her photo twice! The on you see here, and one where she was pointing at the metal lattice seat. This is the one where I took a photograph of a ladybird last week for the TFZers on Facebook.
I walked Mary to her flat, gave her some nibbles, then got the lift again up to mine. Where a WRWW was tended to with a degree of urgency. Hehe!
Put the bits away and had a search for the missing PIN number, then realised the Bank had suspended it anyway, while they arrange to send me a new one.
Got the computer going and updated this rubbish.
Then did a bit of Facebooking again, and some graphicationalisationing was done.
Got the meal prepared. Put the sauce, and mini sausages in a saucepan were slowly warming.
Ciabatti cobs in the oven for five minutes.
A big pan of boiling water and added the Gnocchi.
Served it up in the bowl, and this helped me forget the terrible accident prone, frustrating and embarrassing day I’d had, as I savoured the wonderful taste of the meal.
