Saturday 27th August 2016
Such a bad night, got off around 0300hrs I sprang awake again, I say again because I kept doing this all through the evening and it was very annoying.
The last springing awake was at 0445hrs, and I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner in minutes. The TV was still on, the mug of orange juice spilt all over the carpet and Ottoman, seeing the British Gas envelopes on the writing table brought me into a new deeper depression for a few minute, and a dark thoughts-inspiring black sense of doom loomed.
By the time I’d WRWW’s, took the medications and made a strong brew, amazingly I felt more like my old self and cheered a bit? I felt like a different person had woken up in my place? A possibility of my going bonkers here you know. Hehe!
I bravely popped onto the scales – and was cheered up instantly!
And this weighing session had taken place before any WRHD had taken place too!
One and a half pound down on yesterday!
Yeeha! Took the other readings then: Sys: 180 Dia: 85 Pulse: 79 Temp: 36.2. For some reason, the pulse figure had a flashing icon displayed on the side of it?
It was very nippy this morning, the thermometer on the kitchen wall was showing 56°f when I noticed it yesterday is was on 64°? Come think of it, though, I did turn down the heating level after I got the email telling me I was in debt to the tune of £375.30 now with British Gas yesterday.
The lump on the head from yesterday’s Whoopsiedangleplop had gone completely. Still no signs of a WRHD being needed, however, there were some rumblings and stabbing pains from the innards. I put this down to my rather disastrous meal last night.
Got a Pingback on me link to the British Gas link for yesterday, but can’t find out how to get to it? Can anyone help me, please? I’ve clicked on the red circle in the Posts list, but cannot get to any comments? Is a pingback a comment?
I clicked reply, a box came up for me to comment in, but could not see any message?
I think my confusion, lack of education and senility are not helpful, I’ll just have to do me best with them!
Got sidetracked and un-podded the pod peas into the Crock-Pot, added a bit of salt and demerara sugar and got them cooking for later. Got the idea for an ode to insanity come to me, and got on with making it before I lost or forgot the idea.
Then, I sorted a week of medications doses. (Found some escaped peas as I did so. One near the drawer and one in the sink, Tsk!)
Still awaiting the bubbling, churning, tender innards as it prepared to let me know when the WRHD was due. Anytime now I think?
Got the idea for an ode to insanity come to me, and got on with making it before I lost or forgot the idea. Struggled on and got it done after a few hours of graphicalisationing and composing.
Damnations! Two more letters from British Gas. Down my spirits go again! Looks like I’ll have to pay, despite so many people advising me not to, I don’t think I’ve had the will-power not to or will be talked into it if I talk to BG, just to get rid of the hassle?
Got some more LPs found for Norman, nibbles for Olive, and set about having a grand shower and clean-up. The drain in the shower threw up water afterwards?
Called at Norman’s, but he was not in or could not hear the bell. On to Olive’s and she was in fine form. A gossip, she had a look at the British Gas letters and told me not to pay; everyone seems to be telling me this, but it looks like I’ll have to now. Olive applied some pain gel on my less accessible bodily parts for me which was lovely of her, Bless her cotton socks.
A good chinwag and cuddle then I was off back to the flat.
In the kitchen making a brew and I tried the binoculars out and saw a wood pigeon in the trees in the copse across the way.
So I got the camera out and took some shots of it. They didn’t come out as well as I would have liked, I couldn’t make them any better. But the bird having its ablutionisationing session cheered me up. And the forecast storms did no appear.
Feeling a bit flat with things… well, the British Gas farce now.
Got the daily fodder prepared.
It was super after yesterday’s failed efforts. Roast potato cubes with herbs, fresh garden peas, mushrooms, beetroot, cabbage-onion-pepper mix with garlic and pork loin.
Lemon Drizzle and a tiny apple for afters. I had some cheese twists afterwards, but I won’t mention that. Hehe!
Did the pots, sat down to watch some TV and watched some TV! Too much TV, I just couldn’t get to sleep again for ages. Tsk!
Last night’s forecast on the goggle-box.
Took the bags to the rubbish chute, and went down to the laundry room and set the washing machine going.
Back up to the flat, made a cuppa, got the laptop on, checked the vegetables in the Crock-Pot, looking good, I added the stewed steak to it.
The fodder went down well today.
Nice one from the beautiful Patti, the artist, from Orlando.
I had the beef pie and two sausages from the freezer, tomatoes, potato chips and vegetable crisps for tonight’s nosh.
I set out on the walk up and down through the park, left up the road and down it into Sherwood.
When I made my way back to the bus station, I recognised ‘Bob’ the ten-shilling note pigeon with some of his family, so slipped them some seeds and dried earthworms on the way.
Back to the flat, WC’s then put away the bits I’d bought.
The sky was beautiful, so I tooketh a photographicalisation of it.
Turned the laptop off. Got the fodder laid out to I tuck into it!
At the top of the gravel footpath into the park, I was impressed with the greenery starting to return.
On the way down the path, it came over a bit darker and the sky was looking so picturesque.
The view from the kitchen window was excellent.
The nosh had finished cooking and came out recent like and appetizing too!
When I woke up, it was getting dark and the rain was belting down outside.
Decided to have a circular walk into Sherwood from the flats and back, to get the Diarrhoea tablets.
When I paid, the lady gave me four bits of paper.
It was here (See red cross on the map above) that I realised I’d forgotten to get the tablets for my diarrhea.
No, no, changed my mind again. Tsk! I’m to do the tablets first.
Got me fodder ready. Curried baked beans, frankfurters and a bit of pork pie. Followed by a pot of ice-cream too! (Alright, two mini pots)
Still too risky to go out though – and anyway the fog and mist was getting thicker and lingered all day!
Met Deana and some residents and had a quick natter, and out on me walk down the hill to Sherwood, then up Mansfield Road into Carrington and the surgery to see the nurse.
On Mansfield Road I noticed the solicitors window and the sign in it.
