Friday 2nd December 2016
Greek: Παρασκευή 2 Νοεμ, 2016
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…
Another naughty personage had failed to clean out the filter… Again!
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.
to number 72 and stored everything away in a semi-ordered fashion.
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
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.
Got the meal cooking.
Opening and closing the damned window involved going into the narrow gap to pull out the plug to release it.
Went to do the washing up and the sky was lovely.
much bleeding this time. Returned and cleaned up a bit.
Brrr! Got the new thick socks on, that helped a bit. Can’t complain at £1 a pair, can I?
Popped onto the scales.
Started the Crock-Pot vegetables off. Carrots, leeks, onions, tomatoes and parsnips.
Did some more Facebooking and graphics, etc.
Stirred the Crock-pot. Then I returned and took the empty jars to the bottle bank.
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?
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.
Set off on a little hobble to Aldi on Mapperley tops. Went the same way out and back this morning.
At the end of Chestnut Walk, I took this photograph on the wild bit of land half way up Winchester Street Hill.
Back and down Winchester Street Hill again.
But the result was worth it all for once. Not done too good recently with the fodderisationing.
Did some Facebooking.
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.
Managed to get the HP Support Assistant downloaded and installed.
after me from afar when I had my cancer and then the heart operation. Bless her cotton socks.
Did some artwork on CorelDraw17 then on to Facebooking.
I called in to see BJ at his house, just off Mansfield Road and had a chinwag.
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!
into the slab square.
Christmas Take-as-much-as-they-can-off-of-you Fayre.
Back down Exchange Walk and tried to take a moody photograph again.
tasted fantastic when I had some later.
The feet were stinging now after ascending that steep hill to get the tubing and be sneered at. Still, my own fault.
Sorted the meal out.
Readied the things again and wrapped up well, then set off to the bus-stop to catch an L9 into town.
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.
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.
Physically shattered now, all I could do was get the fodder ready, simple that tonight.
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?
e 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!
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.
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.
ill please the scales in the morning? Haha!
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!
The first from inside and the second I hung outside to get a better shot – and got soaked within seconds. What a clot!
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.
Took these photographs of the traffic and weather as I waited for the bus and nattered away with the gals.
Got the meal prepared as the rain continued to come down outside.
Got the huge meal served up.