Woke around 0400hrs: So annoyed no notes or memories of the dreams I was sure I’d been having. Why one morning I can recall, or find notes I’d made about the dreams, and others, like today, nothing? Humph!
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, stomach churning and into the kitchen with the intention of getting some tummy medicine down me… of dear, another Whoopsiedangleplop – I’d left the damned hot water tap running all night again! A flipping good job I’d not left the plug in the sink at least! Humph!
Did the Health Checks, all looking good, apart from the weight back up again.
To the porcelain throne for a painful, heavy duty session. Haemorrhoid Harold had not been bleeding though, Little Inchy only a tad, but still sore.
Made a cuppa and took the medications, computer on and finished yesterday’s Chronicle off, then started this one.
Got the fodder started for later, potatoes on the boil.
Did some WordPress reading, and commenting?
Made another mug of tea and went on Facebook. After a while, the site went down again, no connection. Humph!
I just sneezed and me teeth nearly came out, and there are not false ones – blimey, my tummy felt like it was trying escape up through me throat!
The view was beautiful again this morning.
Made another mug of tea and set about doing some TFZer graphics, and got a few finished too. Heads swanks with pride!
Facebook still down.
Went to check the potatoes I’d put in salted water in the saucepan on the cooker three hours ago, but not turned it on! Clonk-humph!
Got the vegetables chopped, un-podded, cut and on the boil in the slow-cooker.
Turned on the potatoes (Belatedly, Tsk!)
Crock-pot contents, garden peas, turnip, leeks, carrots with a bit of demerara sugar added. Put some distilled vinegar in the potatoes.
Opened a tin of beef slices and added some homemade caramelised gravy and left them in the small saucepan to marinate while the slow-cooker did the other stuff.
At this stage, and this happened to me few times over the last few years, but this time it more aggressive: I passed the wind and sneezed at the same time. I had the chopping board in my hand at the time, it fell, bounced up and hit me in the shin, and I may have used some naughty words out loud. This started off Arthur Itis of course, and his Co-attacker Anne Gyna soon joined in, and they stayed with me. Huh!
Made another mug of tea (I’m hoping to get one drank sometime today!)
Tried Facebook again, no go!
Back onto Coreldraw and started another graphic. Got so far and realised I’d not done my ablutions, so I did.
All fresh now, I called Olive to see if or when I cold visit her. 1400hrs granted.
Back onto the computer, Facebook was jumpy but back on.
Posted the graphics to the TFZer site.
Getting readied to call on Olive, and the hand and fingers warped as I was putting the camera away, managed to take this photo of disfigured agony-ridden left hand using the right one.
Handy old thing ain’t I? Hehe!
Poddled to Olive’s flat and had an absolutely fantastic visitation.
She told me off repeatedly, but in her own Special caring way, bless her. Good long chinwag, a cuddle and I was off back to the mini-home.
Got the dinner ready, all looked okay.
The best one for a long time this was. Had to give it a 9.65/10 rating. Hehe!
Had a dizzy while washing the pots and a headache developed and stayed with me all night and into the morning??
Not a wink of sleep, no nod-offs; the brain just would not allow me to rest until gone 0200hrs when dreams kept waking me then! Recalled in one of them I was a famulus to dressed-like-wizard Rudolph Hess in a cave underground with him teaching me a trick, that I could not grasp involving a selection of different magic wands, I think? (From notes consulted in the early hours)
Stirred at 0235hrs. Bits of the dreams remained, and I wrote them down straight away.
Little Inchy felt sore and tender, and Roger Reflux was in tandem with Anne Gyna giving me some gip.
As usual, the porcelain throne needed visiting, so I did. The brain seemed to be operating in an Arabesque type swirl. Concentration was challenging. I remembered the washing needed doing again for the big items, and it was the Winwood Centre Social Hour today.
Little Inchy was so tender and almost glowing. But far less bleeding at the moment and Haemorrhoid Harold was the same.
Got the washing bag with the accoutrements and down to the laundry room and got the washer going.
Back up to the dwelling and got yesterday’s diary updating started.
Down to move the things into the dryer.
Up and at 0320hrs, down to collect the laundry.
I spotted two new signs on the residents’ board from self-elected Obergruppenfureress Penny.
One of the reports from the meeting gave dates for certain things to be started at the flats:
May: Site Compound to be in situ.
June: Bus stop to be moved to the far end of the flats and temporary Winwood hut be built.
July: The old hut to be demolished.
One bit of it caused me some concern, though.
The renaming of the place!
Instead of Winchester Court and Woodthorpe Court, both will be called Winwood Court now. The complex is to be called Windwood Heights!
Which by its very nature, will mean every old person having their address changed, new flat numbers, entailing us all having to inform utility companies, Post Office, banks, tax offices, licencing offices, Council Tax Offices, all companies delivering to you, family, friends, any employers, doctors, home nursing services, home cleaners, HMRC/Inland Revenue, Local council, banks, credit card companies, State Pensions, all insurance providers, private pension providers, Home insurance, Car insurance, Life insurance, Travel insurance, Other insurance, Hire purchase providers, Loans Company, Loyalty cards, Share register, Premium bonds, Water suppliers, Landline, TV Licence, Digital TV, Broadband suppliers, Mobile phone, DVLA, Vehicle registration, Breakdown cover, Car finance (if applicable), Doctors, Dentist, Optician, Vet, Film/TV rental, Gym/Sports clubs, Newsagents, Chemist, Magazine subscriptions, Library, Solicitor, Trade unions/Professional bodies, Schools, Pet micro-chipping services, Milkman, Window cleaner, Charities you support, Electoral Commission, Audiologist, Prepaid Funeral supplier… I’m all confused with the banking farce and am not looking forward to sorting all these out in the least!
Well, thanks for getting them to change the address for us, Penny! Good thinking. I bet the previous tenants up in heaven will be well proud. Humph! Christ, we have enough problems with deliveries as it is.
Took this photographicalisation out of the foyer doors, as I collected the washing.
Up again and into the flat. Kettle on and took the morning medications, realising I’d missed last nights dosages again! Getting mad it myself now!
Finished Wednesday’s diary and started on this one.
It had turned into almost pink skies as the daylight dawned.
Concerned over the renaming of the flats and the apparent complications this will bring for me, my spirits sank a bit. No one to help, I know I’m going to get all stressed and panicky when the time comes.
I thought about if it would be easier to move to another flat somewhere else, but the banal thought of that soon faded.
Did some WordPressing for a while.
Oh, dear!
It appears I had left the potatoes boiling on high for an hour or two? Eventually smelt the rather appealing aroma of singed fodder wafting into the front room!
I went into the kitchen, adopted panic mode and set about sorting out the mess. The windows were soaking wet, top of the stove burnt, had to prize the potatoes out of the bone dry red-hot pan, burning my fingers as I did. Opened the window, closed the door to keep the smoke away from the smoke alarm in the hall. Juggled with the spuds as I extracted them from the saucepan and put it in to soak. Cleaned the cooker, wiped the windows and the ledge. Burnt my hand next while cleaning the stove, I’d not turned off the heat to the ring!
Managed to get the ring sort of cleaned a bit. Put the cloth in a bowl to soak in liquid and bleach to soak for a few weeks in the hope of saving them, the saucepan is beyond salvation.
Ate four of the potatoes, they were delicious!
Hey-hoed, to myself, made a mug of tea and started updating this diary.
A bit of artwork started, then it was time to get the ablutions tended to earlier than usual because I knew I had the fungal lesion bleeding to spend more time on sorting. And I was right. A messy, painful session sorting Little Inchy out seemed to have worked, as the swelling went down almost as soon as I’d finished doing it. A good shave and teeth cleaning session and under the shower, using the lemon fragranced soap. Creamed the areas needing attention and put some antiseptic cream on the burnt finger and hand. Put some oil in the ear-holes.
Got the raffle prizes and nibbles in the bag and set off. The lifts seemed to struggle to get to the twelfth floor, one even came up passing me to the fifteenth floor and missed me off again on the way down! Lucky devil I am! So I walked down the stairs.
Arrived in the Social Hut and greeted about 18 folks, one even replied to me. Sat down and got the crossword book out, as the hearing aids not working properly made hard work trying to talk to anyone who was not right next to me.
BJ arrived, threw a ‘Hello’ at me and didn’t speak to me again until after the meeting, and only then when after I approached him? He forced himself to tell me that he would pick me up for the Papplewick visit… and I stopped him there because it was obvious that there was no eagerness or friendliness in his voice; and told him I could not go cause of the bleeding starting again. This cheered him up. No idea what I’ve done to upset him. Leaving him happier is reward enough for me. It can be a burden having a very high EQ.
Trotted (Not the right word really, Hehe!) down the hill and to the bank in vain unsuccessful attempt to see if the new bank account had been transferred yet. When I eventually got to the counter, at least the same Gruppenfureress that spoke to me on Monday was serving. The glass partition was thick and opaque. I had some bother hearing what the woman was saying. After a long time and a few different progress stories; No it isn’t Working – IT should be working – IT is working, but the other bank has not transferred anything yet.I gleaned that the last one was supposedly the right one.
I gleaned that the last one was supposedly the right one. Then I thought the gal said: “The manager will call the old bank to see what is happening” and assumed she was going to do it now. Oh no! Made a fool of myself by asking if I should stand at the back while she does it. I heard her next sentence as she barked out alright though: “She is not doing now, she’ll do it when she finds time later!”
Timidly I inquired of how I shall know the situation. “She’ll call you!” I wasn’t brave enough to say that she and the previous manager have kept saying this over the three months I’d been trying to get the 7-day guaranteed procedure done!”
She did, however, let me pay a cheque in that I’d received from the Government for their overcharging me for the TV licencing cock-up. Kind of them!
Feeling downtrodden, apathetic and miserable, I wandered up the hill in the hopes that one of the one-an-hour buses that go up the hill might be due. A bit of luck with this, one was due in five minutes.
Jim and Roy from the flats were at the stop, and we had a chinwagging session.
They both left me standing when we got back to the apartments, as expected with the high winds a-blowing.
When I got in the foyer, there was Olive sat waiting for her family to take her out. I told her what had occurred with the bank and she told me off for not making a fuss and hassling them more. Which was good, it’s alway good when Olive tells me off, this indicated that she if not too bad. When she is feeling really poorly, she tends not to have a go at me so much you see!
Up to the flat and updated this diary again.
A sudden hunger overcame me. So I got the meal prepared. Got some roast potatoes into the oven, with the intention to of adding some potato waffles to it later, so they hopefully are cooked at the same time. And having the last of the burnt boiled potatoes with it. Cheese portions, pork and mini pickle pies, beetroot, boiled egg, some ordinary mushrooms and wild Borowiki mushrooms, Pork & Mushroom Pate followed by a pot of the Special Offer bliss lemon yoghourt. That’s the plan anyway. I’m having extra potatoes because I forgot to get the bread earlier when I was getting depressed at the bank.
Did some more work on the next TFZer graphicalisation.
Which I finally got finished and onto starting another one.
Added the waffles to the roast potatoes in the oven.
Nervous of letting them overcook again, I stayed in the kitchen and had a look through TV magazine choosing some decent programmes to watch.
What a feast it turned out as well. Roast potatoes (Excellent), Pork & Mushroom Pate (Excellent), Waffles (Okay), Cheese portions (Excellent), Pork & Pickle Mini Pies (Excellent), Mushrooms exotic (Crap!), The self Burnt boiled potatoes (Excellent), beetroot (Excellent), regular mushrooms (Okay), Lemon yoghourt with extra lemon juice poured onto it (Excellent).
Too much fodder I know, but I didn’t have any bread with it, and it was amazingly tasty!
Intermittent periods of watch TV, sleep, wake, cough and confusion repeatedly followed.
0404hrs: Woke, annoyed I could not recall the dreams, only that they were not nice.
Out of the nervous making rattling shuddering unstable £300 second-hand recliner. Kettle on. To the porcelain throne, painful and bloody passing again.
Made a mug of tea and took the morning medications.
Glad to see that I had left a note on the TV to remind me of the camera lesson at the Jessops store today.
Carried out the Health Checks, looking fine this time: Sys 145 – Dia 75 – Pulse 79 -Temperature 36.6 – Weight 14.8.
The computer activated and finalised yesterday’s diary and posted it.
Made a start on this one.
Did some Facebooking.
Got the ablutionisationing done and took the rubbish bags to the chute, and had time to update this a bit and do a little WordPressing before I had to go down to get the bus into town.
Jolly good chinwag with some of the other tenants in the lobby before we all tripped off to the bus stop.
I was the only one going on the town bus. Got the crossword book out, the Daily Sun one, which should have been easier for me to do, but the print is so small, thought I might have a look in the cheap book shop later to see if they any in bigger print in stock.
Got off the bus and walked over the road and went into Boot’s to see if they had any ear wax remover. This, because one hearing aid tube had perished. I was struggling to hear things and knew I had excessive wax, which I usually use the Olive oil to treat, but had foolishly missed doing so for a couple of days, and thought Boot’s remover would do the job quicker. Anway I thought, I’m going up to the Audio Centre after the camera lesson and can get new tubes and batteries. Then: Thud, it hit me! Another Whoopisedangleplop! I’d forgotten to take the Authorising Book with me – Gnaperplnkdam! So I could not get the things today!
Anyway, I investigated the supply and costs of the Eye Spray, thinking this might help with the difficulties I’m having reading the subtitles and programme details on the TV. The cheapest one was £18.99 for a 10ml spray. Too much! I did get an ear-wax remover though at £3.89.
Out of the Boot’s store and into Victoria Shopping (Mall) Centre and in the Market for a wander around, cause I had a plenty of time before the tutoring session.
Noted that they were erecting a nibbling for the juniors area.
Bet this is going to be mayhem later?
Hehehe!
Up the escalator and took this photo of the hanging in the air mannequins.
The market was not very busy again, but I espied some fresh pod peas on sale! Hurrah!
I asked the lady for a pound, and she asked if I was sure? Yes, I replied.
I realised what she meant when she asked me for £2.50! That’s, USD $3.20 – Aus $ 4.15 – Can $ 4.18 a pound! Blimus, worra price!
Limped out of the mall over the walkway above Upper Parliament Street taking this photographicalisation en route.
Down and into the Pound Shop and had a wander around.
Got some nibbles for the Social Hour on Thursday and some Dettol Orange scented spray.
The feet were getting painful, but I knew not why?
Meandered to the Jessop Camera Shop and eventually, an assistant asked what I wanted. Told her about the lesson and she said the man would be with me shortly, which he was. The bad news? The room was up three flights of stairs! The tootsies suffered, and Anne Gyna introduced herself into the equation. Tsk!
I must have looked poorly, because after five minutes the young chap asked if I was alright, and I wasn’t. He kindly offered to change the lesson to another day at no extra cost. Which was very welcome being as I apparently looked very pale he said, offering to call an ambulance. I thanked him and took him up on a new date when I should have the hearing aids sorted, and that would make things easier for me.
Within minutes of hobbling out of the store, I felt a lot better in myself. I wandered into a Sports Direct Shop, didn’t realise until I got in that it was for the younger generation, however, I did see they had some what they called, Everlast Crew Sweat thingamabobs on sale at 2 for £10.
They looked warm and comfortable, and they had them in XL too, so I invested in a couple.
It took that long at the pay-point I missed the bus back to the flats.as
So I took a painful hobble around the City Centre, to kill time until the next bus was due in.
On to Long Row, listened to some Street Artist banging out rubbish music and took the time to appreciate Nottingham’s most famous architect, Watson Fothergill.
I popped into the store in his building and bought a TV magazine for next week.
Fifteen minutes to go until the bus was due, I went into The Works bookshop and had a look around for some bigger print crossword books.
Managed to find some as well, and they were a good price… mind you the one’s I bought three months ago from there were too…
But can I find them? No!
Up Queen Street and to the bus stop. A bit of a kerfuffle here today. The bus stop is shared between three routes, and it is finely tuned to handle them all, so if anyone is late, they are all late because those behind cannot pull up to pick passengers and have to go around the block again. Although some drivers go passed them, not picking them up. Hehe! The L9 did today though he was well late by the time he pulled off. I am amazed at how they cope with it all.
Caught the bus, had to go out into the middle of the road along with other passengers, but we got it. Had a go at the old small print crosswords en route.
Back at the flats, an urgent, mark one, Defcon two wee-wee was tended to. Hahaha!
Got the potatoes boiling in the saucepan. Put the shirts and other things away and found the written note the Jessop’s lad had done for me with the date and time of the rearranged lesson on it… eventually. I thought it was in the bag, but no.
Finally, I found it in the coat pocket.
Recorded it in the Google Calendar.
Got this diary updated, made a mug of tea and took the evening medications, passed the wind and just made it to the porcelain throne in time… Phew! But far much worse was found… Little Inchy had been bleeding away, and the lesion was torn open as bad as it ever has been! I think this might put an end to the operation plans now? The cleansing and Betamethasone cream was applied, but I had to do it all again a few minutes later.
More extra washing to do now! Must get the mass of laundry done in the morning.
Carried on Chronicalisationing, then got the meal prepared.
Despite the aches and pains, bleeding Little Inchy and a dizzy spell or two, I enjoyed the meal.
So tired and drained, I only stayed awake for the first part of Heartbeat, going off into the dream-world at the first commercial break!
Terrible night again, kept dreaming and waking, nodding off again, dreaming and waking… Oh dear! The irritating thing is I cannot recall any of the dreams and failed to make any notes on the pad.
0435hrs: Felt a bit nippy this morning. The stomach rumbled with a painful stab or two that informed me of the urgency to disentangle myself from the £300 second-hand recliner and make for the porcelain throne… Damn it! I didn’t make it in time on this occasion! Tripping over the picker-upper stick on the way didn’t help.
Like yesterday, it flowed freely and had some blood in it this morning. Then, as I started to cleanse and sort things out, as I put the clothing in a bucket to soak and disinfect, I realised the hot water was cold!
Yes, I checked in the kitchen and found I’d left the hot water tap running last night in the sink once more! Luckily it was still only around 0500hrs so the water should heat up a bit before it stops for the day. Boiled a few kettles of water to soak the clothes in.
Realised also, that I’d left the kitchen window open – that explained why it felt a bit nippy earlier. Huh!
Got the medications taken with a cuppa and took the drugs.
A bit concerned about the first readings of the day.
Might be due to the hassle I’ve been having so far?Still, the weight had gone down a bit.
Still, the weight had gone down a decent amount.bit.
I got the computer going and finished the Saturday diary off, then started this one off.
The tea had gone cold, so I went to make another one. Tested the hot water while in there and it was heating up nicely. Phew!
I felt that warm wet sensation again. Another cleaning and the medicating session had to be done. The tea went cold again.
Put the kettle on. And had a feeling-sorry-for-myself moment as I viewed the scenery outside.
Then had a feeling-sorry-for-myself moment as I saw the scene outside, while the tummy rumbled, Anne Gyna let me know she was there and Duodenal Daniel started off giving me some jip!
It didn’t last long, though. As I returned the medications to their drawer, I saw that last night’s dosage pot was still full of the tablets – I’d missed taking them! What a clot! I’m getting worse and don’t know where to get help from, Humph! Hehe!
Mustn’t complain though, I’m lucky to be here still. I cheered up a bit and decided to stay in today.
And see how he is, and get this WordPressing finished and did some graphics and Facebooking. No buses anyway on a Sunday.
Checked the Google Calendar and found a reminder that Monday is going to be a rather busy day.
I don’t have to collect the prescriptions now though, having fetched them yesterday.
Not looking forward to tomorrow much.
Might not have time to do the diary at all, so I may leave it and do two on the next day when there will be far fewer tasks to be completed?
Got an email from Sister Jane.
Replied and hoped to get out to see her soon.
I warned her of the dreadfully bland tasteless Mature (Huh!) Manchego lambs cheese I got from Lidl.
Gawd it was awful.
Like paper-mashie with plastic! Tim Price told me that this type of cheese was appetising, apparently, Lidl had bought in the crap brand.
The tummy continues to rumble grumble and twinge. Anne Gyna has eased off, but Duodenal Daniel was persistent. Hate days like this.
Did some Facebooking. Got graphic started and finished for the TFZers.
Amazed it only took me four hours from start to posting it off.
Got myself ready for the ablutionisationing session.
Only one cut in the shaving process, no bleeding gums or teeth, however, Little Inchy was sore and Haemorrhoid Harold bled a bit, but far less than earlier. Again, no complaints from me.
Called Olive to see if I could call on her, but no answer. I think I had a distant memory of her telling me she was going out with the family today though.
Got the jars in the bag and set off down to the foyer.
Tenant Janie was there waiting for a lift and I had a chat with her, cause she had not bee to any meetings for a while. Seems they had changed her medication doses and it didn’t suit her, poor gal.
Hobbled off down Chestnut Walk to deposit the jars in the bottle bank bin.
Back to the flats turned left and up into the beloved Copse.
Lovely morning as I set off walking up through it, but Anne Gyna soon let me know she was there.
Tsk!
To the top and right into Woodthorpe Grange Park.
As I passed the kiddies park I took a photo of the flats.
Olive’s is located on the left corner four floors down.
Wandered off up and through the park. With the weather being so fine it had brought out many families and dogs walking their owners, and I got a lot of pleasure (A touch of jealousy too, Hehe) just by watching them enjoy themselves.
I waddled through the garden section and up into the Tropical House.
I loved this last time I went a while ago now, and again I did so.
Just out of site to the right of this path I took on entering the indoor garden, I found they had altered the fish pond and added another feeding water pond next to it.
I can’t remember if the model of the elephant was there last time, but looked like it was either new or had been cleaned up.
Had a chinwag to a lady and gentleman who were sat on the rest bench at the end.
Well, a chat with the lady, the poor bloke looked awfully down and depressed, poor soul.
She asked if I knew what the model animal was supposed to represent behind where she was sat. I said I’ll take a photographicalisation of it and if I find out, I’ll return and write it on the sign near it.
She laughed and he sneered. The chap was obviously in pain, I think.
Said my farewells and turned at the end and back down the other side, where I managed to get another photograph of the pond, this time with the feeder one in the shot.
Just missed getting the two people I’d been speaking to it, but got the end of the bench. Hehehe!
Departed the lovely warm garden and made my way to have a look in the PArk’s Flower Shop. Not the foggiest idea what I was looking at plant-wise, but had the idea of asking someone if they had any indoor plants that are hard to kill-off. But they were so busy, I just had a wander around and left.
Anne Gyna was getting more irritable with me the longer I plodded on, so decided to have a nip (Or hobble, might be a better word here, Haha!) around the edge planting and then cut through back towards the apartments.
The beautiful and tallest tree I passed demanded photographicalisationing from me.
So I did. Glad I caught mother and daughter in it, I didn’t mean to, but Mum seemed so happy at getting out and about, it pleased me that she did. I knew she was happy, cause my I.Q. told me.
As I wandered around the thicket I spotted these whatever-they-are plants, with the flower heads seemingly growing upside down. Gorgeous, they were.
I foolishly let myself hobble down the hill into another thicket. (I say foolishly because then, I have to climb back up the hill and knew Anne Gyna was not going to be pleased with this – and I was right, Humph!)
I went down to get a closer look at this bit of growth because I thought I’d spotted a little squirrel in it.
I waited for ages in case it came out or showed itself again.
It did eventually, but by the time it did, I had been distracted by watching some Wood Pigeons that were too far off to photograph when the squirrel did appear once again and was too slow to catch it as it ran off. Still, I got a good one of the greenery?
As I turned around and climbed the little hill to the pathway back into the park, I caught this Horrible Herbert of a Footpath Cyclist coming out of the park and nearly colliding with a young couple strolling along. Humph!
Hobbling rather painfully now, I regretted my decision to try and take a photograph of the squirrel down the hill.
Limped back up the hill and along to where the flats are, and down the grass to the flats.
Far busier on the kiddies park and cafe area now than when I set out. Perhaps the pubs are closed? Hehe!
Managed to get to the flats easier than I thought I might. Had an unpleasant dizzy spell in the lift going up, but all okay by the time I got into the diminutive dwelling.
A heavy duty session on the porcelain throne went well, very well, no bleeding whatsoever. And Anne Gyna calmed down nicely.
Had a rinse and got the potatoes in the saucepan on a low heat.
Made a cuppa and took the midday medications.
A spell on Facebooking then got on with updating this diary. So glad I took the photographs now, I love it when they come out alright. It took hours to get the diary how I wanted it to.
Time for the evening tablets and lotions now. Tsk! I took them a little earlier than I usually do, bearing in mind I missed last nights dosages, I thought it best to.
So, as I made another mug of tea, I notice a young couple far down below, shoes off and having a mini picnic and getting the sun. Don’t blame them.
I tried to take a good picture of them through the glass in the windows but had to take several efforts before I got the decentish one here on the left.
The boiling potatoes were certainly overcooked (Understatement there, Hehe!) a bit. When I tried them they fell to bits. This called for a change of meal plans. So I poured a bit of Soy sauce into the cracks and tried to get them back into a shape resembling potatoes and put them in the oven to firm up and brown off, fingers crossed.
The fatigues came over me even earlier tonight. Ah, the hobble in the park I suspect as being the reason?
There can be no doubt about it, my Métier, stroke forte is defeat. Guaranteed and utter failure! Humph!
Not with a lot of hope or expectancy of success, I scrutinised the TV paper to see if there was anything worth trying to stay awake to watch.
Went to check the spuds and add some vegetarian sausages to them. Hard to believe I know, but I burnt the back of my hand doing this. Such a shock it was, me having an Accifauxpa? I think I might have said, “Oh, my word!”
Enjoyed the fodder. Rated it at 9.2/10
The TV was not good – but could I fall asleep? No!
Well into the morning before I got off into the land of nod.
After laying here for five or so hours trying to get to sleep, I rose at 0420hrs in response to the new pain under the left arm near the ribs to get an extra painkiller.
Made a nice strong brew and took the normal medications at the same time.
But this mug of tea did not get drunken… oh no!
Had a freeze thanks to Arthur Itis and the mug is now deceased, broken, kaput!
Then, when getting down to sort the mess out, I had another dizzy spell. Not the best of starts to the day?
Got the prizes and nibbles in the bag ready for the Thursday Winwood Tenants Social Hour that should have been yesterday, but Penny who now runs it (Sometimes like Stalag Kamp Guard) had got to a funeral then.
The stabs of pain from the ribs under the left arm continued.
Computer switched on, many emails arrived. I found 862 Spam messages? Looked through them and changed some that I knew.
Had a bash on Facebook.
Got the ablutions tended to in grand style – Teggies all cleaned (all eight of them, Hehe), a good shave, carbolic soaped me all over, deodorised the flobby-body, pain gelled the feet and knees, antisepticated the areas needing it, haemorrhoids creamed and got ready to go to the meeting.
Met some tenants on the way down and hobbled to the Winwood Community shed.
Very short on numbers today. But the few who did go seemed to have a good time. Obergruppenfurer Penny. Who told me a free fish and chip meal is going, on Wednesday 26th and would I like to go. I said yes, and that seemed to shake her up a bit? She told me I’ve got to meet at the bus stop at 1130hrs on the day, must not be late, do not take any bags with me, not to forget my colostomy bag (How does she even think she knows these things?) and inform her immediately if I change my mind about going.
Had a laugh or two and got back to the flat, made a cuppa and on the computer. Decided to save room in the WordPress gallery by permanently deleted 154 photographs in it. Then realised I’d removed the page headers with them! Had to make some more up. That was well over two hours lost. Tsk!
Rang Olive, no answer. I think it might be her Whist drive day?
Updated this dairy.
Went on Facebook.
Started new graphic, hours and hours spent on it until I lost the flipping thing! No the foggiest idea what I did, but when I closed things down to get the meal started and sorted then returned, I could not find where I’d saved the graphicalisation to? Very irksome!
It was getting late now, I wondered how the day had gone so quickly?
Got the meal started, not that it took much bother tonight.
Think the eyes were bigger than the mouth… no that’s not right, is it?
Eyes bigger than the stomach, that’s it. With the sandwiches I mean, I overdid them a good bit. I’ve never thrown so much fodder away in one go before!
Within an hour the breadbasket innards was a rumbling contumeliously and noisily gurgling away!As I lay there, naked
Rinsed and changed into the jammy bottoms, took a swig of antacid and the evening medications with an extra Codeine.
As I lay there, naked chested I swear I could see down to the outer part of the tummy bulge, the well-swollen stomach bulge at that, moving as if something was inside and wanting to be outside of it?
Reminded me of that space movie where creatures burst out of a woman’s belly. Even the already over sufficient grab-handles seemed bigger than ever? Hehe!
Got the goggle-box on and stayed awake for a couple of hours despite feeling so tired and weary?
Blimey, the dreams I went through last night! I was ensconced up high in a room in a bombed-out skyscraper, which was aphotic. I was an artillery signaller with the largest pink coloured binoculars and an RT. Most annoyed at being strafed by ginormous noisy flying armour plate covered crows? Might sound a bit way-out like, but this is all I can recall of the perhaps, dozens of the little dreams? It seems I woke up every few minutes throughout the night because at 0400hrs I sprang awake desperate for the utilisation of the porcelain throne feeling so weary and drained, fatigued and heavy eyelidded.
This did not stop the flood of almost manic thoughts, ever changing that raided my limited sanity for the next half hour or so. Getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner I felt the legs and ankles were far less full of retained liquid, Arthur Itis had returned to give me some hammer, and I really must get a move on to the porcelain… so I did, a bit of a dizzy en route. Settled on the throne and wallowed in agony (Well, pain, but suffering sounds so much more dramatic dunnit? Hehe), as the evacuation took on the proportions of a life threatening situation. Relief was welcome after a while, and success achieved. Had to clean-up the area and myself due to the accompaniment of much blood and ichor during the session, during which I managed to read a chapter of Stephen Fry’s book.Finished the cleaning up, and off into the kitchen
Finished the cleaning up, and off into the kitchen, worrying about the bank fiasco, which was soon replaced by concerns over the holes in the wall. After I’d I’d got the kettle on, made a cuppa and took the Health Readings, which were far better I think this morning: Sys 147 – Dia 70 – Pulse 79 – Temperature 37.1 and weight down, I say, Down to 14.66, fair enough only a tad down, but in the right direction at last! Hope yet? Hehe!
Fretted then over why the monitor machine had to have three attempts to get it going? The state of frettingisation this morning was great. Thankfully it did not last long.
Took the medications and got the computer going, and a new pain showed itself, left-side of the ribs half way up. An aching with stabbing like ones joining in. Humph! You just get one ailment calming down, and another visits you! Haha!
I then fretted over neighbour 93-year-old Norman. He has a taxi picking him up to go to the surgery, and they will return him to the flats. I asked them to call and let me know when he gets back so I can call on him and see how he is.
I remembered that the Winwood Centre Tenants Social Hour had been moved to Friday this week. (Amazing, me remembering something. Hehe!)
Made a start on this diary after finishing yesterday’s off.
Worked on graphicationalising and done this one for the TFZers site.
TFZers Pattie, Marie and me in a garden. Hope they all like it. I thought Marie might use it for one of her Jig-Saws?
I rang Olive to see if I ould call on here. She told me to visit in half-and-hour.
I put the CCTV view of the foyer on the TV. Showing the entrance. So I could see when the taxi comes to collect or drop off Norman later.
Emptied and swapped two of the waste bin bags, and took them out to the rubbish chute. Met Obergruppenfurheress Deana on the way back. Told her about the bank situation, she said to contact her if it doesn’t work out this time. She said Norman had cancelled his appointment for today.
Got the Easter Egg and jar of Wilkinson’s & Sons Strawberry Preserve and off to see Olive. She looked absolutely radiant this morning. Had a nice chinwag and her family called, so I had to depart, giving her an unashamed smacker on the lips as I left her apartment.
Down to catch the bus into Sherwood with some other residents. We’re going to miss this L8 service when it stops. Sob!
Walked down to the Continental Shop and got a brown sliced loaf and some Roast belly pork with herbs. It was warm but windy today.
The legs were already aching badly, and I must have looked a proper cripple as I limped back up Mansfield Road and called at the Birds Fresh Cream Cake shop to sample one of their Iced, Cream-Buns – but they had sold out! Sob again!
Called into Wilko’s to get some kettle descaler. I bought two at £1 each. They had the Airwick Citrus Sprays on offer from £3 to £1.50, so I got two of them and a wash fragrance Boost of their own label. A lovely scent and only £2.50 compared to the Big Brand ones at £6 each, same size.
I met BJ in the store, and we had a natter outside for a bit.
Met Roy up at the bus stop, who kindly told me he had been watching me struggle to walk up the road and I looked like a right cripple. That cheered me up. Hehe!
Up to the flats on the soon to be sorely missed and lamented L8 bus. Roy purloined some thrown away drawers in excellent nick from the skips waiting to be collected, and I helped him up to the flats with them.
The caretaker came out and had a sarcastic word or two with Roy, and I said to him: Who are you then? Oh, yes, our caretaker, that ling since I’ve seen yer I thought you croaked out! We all laughed, but only Roy and I meant it!
Back in the flat, I got the descaler going – but made a bit of an Accifauxpa with it… I know, what a Plonka!
I opened the sachet and added half a kettle of boiled water, put it in the sink, as instructed and left it for ten minutes.
Meanwhile, I poured the Fosalka beans and tomato juice into the saucepan and got the caramelised onion gravy granules, tomato puree and the oven dish ready to use to bake the bacon later.
After the ten minutes had been up, I emptied the kettle in the sink and rinsed it out well.
But there were still bits sticking to the bottom of the kettle! So I had to use the other sachet of cleaner and do it again.
I reread the instruction to see what I’d made a Whoopsiedangleplop with… I was supposed to have put the whole unopened sachet into the water, not empty it into the kettle.
I mean, look at the oh-so-clear capital lettering on the wording: DROP-IN-BAG!
Sad innit?
A good job I bought two of them. Humph!
So I redid the descaling once more.
Took this delightful photograph from the kitchen window while waiting for the ten minutes to pass again.
It came out alright this time.
Gave it good rinsing several times, and then made a fresh brew of Thompson’s in the mug and enjoyed it.
Took the evening medications with it.
Got the bacon in the oven on a low light… a low light I says: That takes me back to old days when I had a gas stove. Swore at the time I’d never go on to use an electric one. At that time, of course, we were on all gas, even the lights.
I think we were the last houses to be converted to electricity, in the Meadows area of Nottingham. I hasten to add, I was only an ankle snapper then, of course! Hehe!
Added the puree and onion gravy to the beans.
Updated this diary.
Did some Facebooking again. Moved the bacon into the saucepan with the beans. Kept a stirring the concoction. Added black bean sauce and mushrooms to it.
The broth, come stew, come soup, come Beans bacon mix was cooked to perfection for me. But a bit of a disaster with the plan to make enough to last two meals and days.
After laying it all out on the tray and took this photo… I foolishly thought what a good idea to transfer the fodder contents left in the pan, into a container to keep it fresh in the fridge for tomorrow…
The fingers decided to freeze at just the wrong moment, and the kitchen floor claimed the contents instead. By the time I’d cleaned the place and me up, annoyed Arthur Itis I had to reheat the stew again!
Took the edge right off the meal this Whoopsiedangleplop. I did not enjoy it much. Felt so foolish and annoyed with myself. Then had a dizzy while sat eating it!
Fed-up
Put the things in the bowl to soak overnight, sat down a drifted off seemingly having a dream immediately? It seemed like I remember the Woolworth stores restaurant used to be, but an office. Three girls from the TFZ site (Marie, Pattie and Sandie) were all sat at the table with me. My old English Imperial typewriter was on the desk along with plates of food, and the gals were putting nibbles (Cream cake, Marmite Crisps, Cheesy potatoes, Black beans in beef were amongst the treats) into my mouth and smiling at me? I was in heaven and somehow knew I was dreaming? I was annoyed when I woke up, annoyed at waking up! And, surprised to realise I’d only been sleeping for a few moments!
Got the TV on and fell asleep again, but kept on my waking on and off all through the blooming night so regularly, I was drained when got up at 0420hrs.
Woke at 0425hrs: The swelling legs had gone down a bit and were far less painful this morning. I think Anne Gyna knew this, cause she was giving me some nasty painful stabs, bless her.
Got out of the £300 second-hand recliner with little bother, and into the kitchen to put the kettle on, turned on the computer and then off to the porcelain throne. Oh dear. Haemorrhoid Harold had and was still bleeding a fair bit, but not enough to make me discard any clothing. Cleaned up and medicated what needed medicating.
Made a nice strong mug of tea and took the medications. At this point, the legs started to give me some bother again. Tsk! Found a note on the 1960 second-hand E-Plan sideboard, with scribble about a dream on it? How it found it’s way onto the sideboard I wasn’t sure?
Got the WordPress going to finish yesterday’s post off, and realised I must have got up last night and wrote about the dream, cause the writing was there in front of me in the diary? A good job I did, because I could never have gleaned so much detail from the scribble I’d wrote.
The tea had gone cold, so I went to make another one. Did the health-checks while I was in there. Dia 169 – Sys 75 – Pulse 89 – Temp 38.1 C, and the best of the lot, Weight 14.75, down at last! I’ll do it again later if I remember, cause I’d not long got rid of a hell of a dollop on the throne.
Remembered I’d got two deliveries coming this morning from Asda and Morrison. So had a wash and changed into the day clothes so as not to answer the door in my jammies.
Finished off yesterday’s diary and started this one off. Realised I’d not put on the picture of last evening’s sky, so I took another one of it.
The Copse is getting thicker now, I’ll soon be able to have a wander through it in search of flora and fauna to photographalise.
I’ve ordered a new kettle in one of the deliveries, cause the one I have seems to be resisting my descaling efforts nowadays.
Had a bash on Facebook for a few hours. The Morrison delivery arrived, followed by the Asda (Walmart) one.
Overdone it again!
Made another brew and weighed myself again… 2lb up on three hours ago and I have not eaten anything? Grumph! Mind you, I can feel the legs and ankles swelling again?
Graphic created for the TFZer site. Took me hours with one, but it ain’t too bad.
Got the washing ready and down to the laundry room. Fellow tenant Paul was there, had a quick chinwagging session.
Back up to the flat and finished the above graphic.
Postman called with the Stat pension letter.
I opened it with trepidation… they had got the right Postcode on it! But the wrong detail sheet! I swore so much!
Down once more to collect the washing. Cleaned the filter.
Back in flat, put the togs away and called Olive to see how she was and tell her about the continuing banking farce.
I can visit her tomorrow, in the morning.
Got ready and went down to the bank, just hoping this State Pension form with the correct address would be suitable for the job!
Feeling a bit down for some reason, and I’d been so high earlier?
The sun was shining, and the wind a blowing as I departed on my hobble to and down Winchester Street Hill and to the bank to see Lisa, the new manager.
At the end of Winchester Street, three rascals speeding down the hill on the pavement forced me to move across the road. Little varmints!
Fair queue when I got into the bank. Only one on the counter. Ten minutes or so later, Lisa opened another window, tended to the chap in front of me and another 10 minutes later, she beckoned me over to the counter. I managed to keep those behind waiting another 20 minutes as she sorted the paperwork out and asked for some forms they had already taken six weeks ago and photocopied, so she could photocopy them!?!?
She ‘Thought’ the newly arrived State Pension breakdown detail letter should be acceptable. She will ring me and if it goes through and let me know. Again, I asked if it would be possible to email me, but no. Told her about the Doctor being off sick so I might not get the required details from her, and that is if she agrees to do them for me, no obligation on her part to do it.
So, I said I would drop in at the bank, on Monday afternoon to find out what is happening. I am not in an unexpectant, but rather a nervous frame of mind now, no confidence left.
Peeped into the Birds Cake Shop window, jus tin case they had any of the Fresh Cream Iced Buns in, but they hadn’t. Naturally, I took this in good spirits.
Cried on my way up to the bus stop. (Not really, but I thought you might find this funny and like a laugh?)
Back at the flats, I was nearly blown off my feet by the wind.
The sun was still bright, but when I got back up to the apartment, I could hear the winds howling. But the scenery was gorgeous to look at.
I couldn’t get my head around the fact that I had not bought any fodder, well, anything at all while out. Another odd sensation for me. Hehe!
Updated the diary for Monday next on my Google page.
Looks like a busy Monday coming up.
Updated this diary after making a jolly strong mug of tea.
The legs and ankles were I think less swollen now, hurting all the same and irritating Arthur Itis, though. Humph!
Took the potatoes out of the saucepan, ready to have with a cold meal later on. (Or Not?)
Not sure what I’m going to have with them mind, but there is plenty to choose from.
Put the Lumix camera and mobile phone on charge and visited the porcelain again.
Haemorrhoid Harold leaking just a bit, Little Inchy not bleeding, but sore.
Popped on Facebook being as I was amazingly not too tired.
Did some WordPressing.
Took the evening medications, finished on Facebooking and got the fodder prepared.
I accidentally had two of the lemon drizzles afterwards.
A mere misfortune that could happen to anyone. Ahem!
This meal consisted of mini-pork and caramelised onion, mushrooms, beetroot, boiled potatoes (Not done in Soy Sauce, Orb has advised me not to use this for a while as it contains a lot of sodium) sliced and drizzled with American potato seasoning, tomato puree, Vegetable sage & onion with herbs slices and soft cheese portions one with mushroom, one extra strong and one with Gouda. Oh, and the Lemon Drizzles and a banana. Nice! 9.5/10.
Tired, but I think the legs and ankles are reducing in size and water content again. Fingers crossed.
0255hrs: Woke with a start as usual lately. Slight memories of dreaming, none of them good I’m afraid. I was being harangued by different people about my bad memory? Ha, but I remembered this! Hehe!
As I tried to dismount the £300 second-hand recliner, it dawned on me that I had got a lot of water retention in the legs and feet, far more than normal. Perhaps this is the cause of the weight increasing every day for over a week? And believe me, the weight has been enlarging daily for nearly a week.
I did the Health Checks when I got into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea and take the medications.
The red figure is the average for that week.
No wonder I’ve been struggling on my hobbles. Huh!
This mornings weight was even higher!
To the porcelain throne and had a hell of a long and painful evacuationalising session! No bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold though, and this, surprise me?
Washed the pots from last night and opened all the windows, as it felt incredibly warm in the flat this morning. Despite the thermometer telling me it was only 61°F (16°C) in the kitchen.
I think the retention increased during the night too, ’cause the new jammie bottoms felt awfully tight around the top of the legs this morning, in comparison to last night?
Got the computer going and finalised the diary for yesterday and got it posted off into the internet ether, then began this one.
Did some Facebooking.
Then did some graphicationalisationing for the TFZer site.
Then some I made into sepia after graphicalising them, of the TFZer gals celebrating Easter of old.
Hehehe!
Here’s one of them.
Posted them to the TFZer site, put them in my Facebook Photo album and sent some out to the gals sites.
A mixture of overcast and sunny up to now today since it’s got light.
Tended to the ablutions, shower, shave, deordorisationing.
Cleaned the glasses and got attired, took the black bags to the chute and set off down to catch the bus into town so as to visit the Nottingham Arboretum and hopefully get some photographs of the wildlife and fauna there.
Being as I missed the L9 bus, I decided as the next one is not for an hour, to walk up the gravel path and through Woodthorpe Grange Park up and over the hill and catch a bus on Mansfield Road.
I was soon stopped in my hobbling tracks as I found three baby squirrels playing on the grass near the trees about ten foot or so in front of me.
I liked the photo on the left best – after taking many photographicalisations of them that did not come out splendid at all.
Ah-well!
Up the path, left down the footpath through the park and right, up the hill and down to the bus stop.Didn’t have to wait long. The bus was full, and I had to sit on one of those side saddle seats, and this started the legs aching, and they haven’t stopped yet!
One of Sherwood’s Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he rode off the pavement over the pedestrian crossing, the opposite way up a junction road (Photographe left) and onto the pavement opposite.
I took a while to get the camera out, but got him!
Didn’t have to wait long for the bus; it was full, and I had to sit on one of those side saddle seats, and this started the legs aching, and they haven’t stopped yet! Grumph!
Must have looked a rather sad sight as I limped across Mansfield Road and through to the Arboretum Gates. I’m putting this down to the water retention? I don’t like it! But still, the other ailments were being kind to me, apart from Duodenal Daniel that is.
Through the entrance and approached the short Muggers Passage as it is known locally.
Out the other side and it was nice to see so much greenery compacted together.
Up to the left, I could see the Chinese Bell cannon balls and cannons.
Quick History:
The structure called “The Chinese Bell”, calls for a word of explanation, for it is a curious conglomeration of ideas and objects.
(1.) Richard Birkin, Esq, had efficiently served his fourth year of office as Mayor, and it was desired to record the event with approval.
(2.) ‘The Notts Regiment of Foot’ had deserved well of their town and county, which had sent it so many good soldiers that it ought to be recorded.
(3.) In the Crimean War of 1854-6, some cannon guns were taken at Sebastopol, and two of them were sent to Nottingham and mounted, and a heap of balls added.
(4.) During the war with China (1857) a bell, believed to consist of steel and silver, was “taken from a large and handsome Temple near to the east gate at Canton when that city was captured. This bell, which stood in the principal part of the Temple and was struck during religious ceremonies to call the attention of the Joss or God, or to announce his presence, was removed by the army and brought to Nottingham, and here it was mounted, and a canopy placed over it. The result being that guns partly Russian are mounted as firing from a Chinese Temple into the four quarters of the earth; while the bell has never been used”.
The fresh flowers and bushes were heartwarming, and for a few minutes, after I limped down to the pond, while feeding birds and ducks, I forgot about the bank fiasco, the ailments and the imminent operation totally.
That was nice.
Out the bottom entrance and walked up into the City Centre.
Got into Trinity Square and took a photograph in the Jewellery store window of these glass thingamabobs.
They made me think of the TFZer gals for some reason. The larger ones were £2-3 thousand pound plus!
At this window, I looked back (The right one) where I’d just walked, and there are eighteen eateries in this view some of them enormous. Not many customers about I thought? The left second picture taken to the right is of the three new dineries, each with two floors of customer settings! And only four or five people nearby, and they are all outside of the mega-restaurants?
At the end of this Foreman Street on the right corner, is an entertainment thingy, Cinemas, games rooms, shops, restaurants, Casino, etc. (Not my photo, took this one off of the web)
I think there are three or four eateries in there, and two next door!
So, if any of you were thinking of relocating your food business to Nottingham, don’t bother! Hehe!
The sunshine got less and less as the day went on, but it was not cold or windy with it at all.
Walked down into the slab square.
Not even many folks there either.
Those who were looked decidedly morose, grumpy and miserable.
The Big Issue Sellers were absent from their usual haunts of Primark, Clumber Street and Exchange Walk?
A few of the rough sleepers were there, though, one on Upper Parliament Street, one on Queen Street and one on Long Row.
Had something happened that no one had told me about? Hehehe!
I bought a TV magazine for next week while I thought of it.
Caught the bus back to the flats, I think Nigel Mansell was driving it. After hitting a good selection of roadside kerbs, I got back to the flats safely.
Got in and rubbed some pain gel on the legs, unsure if it would help, though. It didn’t!
Got the already sprouting potatoes on the boil, after removing the sprouts of course.
The computer utilised and updated this diary to here.
Got the meal of the day prepared quickly tonight. Crispy bacon (Ready cooked) Krakowska, soft cheese, cheddar, uneatable tomatoes, apple, beetroots, mushrooms and the old small potatoes.
9/10 rating.
Took the medications and did the last health-check.
Please note the weight reduction, decrease and decline!
So, the very painful long hobble might have been worth it? Hehe! Noticed the temperatures were a bit higher this week?
The legs were even worse than then I was using them now. Although I think the swelling has gone down a bit. I don’t like these new pains you know. One gets used to the daily inclinations of Haemorrhoid Harold, Roger Reflux, Duodenal Daniel, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Donald’s Dizzies, Colin’s Cramps, Inchies Lesion, etc. Now I have come up with a name for the water retention. Not easy this one, all the other names I came up with in an instant. What about:
Walters Water Retention: A bit long to be typing that one?
Willy’s Wet Water Well: No, not good that one: A bit long to be typing that one too?
Fred’s Fluid Retention: Mmm: A bit long to be typing that one too?
Ralph’s Retention Reservoir: A bit long to be typing that one too?
Walter’s Water Well: Mmm?
Henry H20 storage: Mmm again?
No, I don’t like any of them. Need help with these options folks?
Settled to fall asleep to the TV’s accompaniment.
Woke around 0050hrs and recalled a rather disturbing dream I was having, wrote it down. Then decided to get up put the computer on and update this diary with the dream memories: (What a Plonka!):
Dream: I was laying asleep in a tree, with animals all around me, squirrels, birds, mice, Koala bears, puppies amongst them. My legs had turned to stone, but pretty coloured stone? I was totally unconcerned about this, and the animals were doing noughts & crossed on the surface of the legs and arguing about which colour to use. There was one puppy that kept bringing me a flask of tea, he had a brace around his neck and always licked my face after he brought me one?
After putting this on here, I wondered what the hell I was doing and if I’d dreamt doing it?
But sure enough, in the morning here it was?
In the event that Inchcock should disappear from the internet, this will probably be due to the lack of computerisationalistical equipment at the prison, asylum or psychiatric hospital.
Woke at 0400hrs, disappointed in not recalling the dreams at all. Took the morning medications.
Got the washing clothing and things ready to go down to the laundry Room. Down and got the machine going. The washers and dryers are now free to use! Well, not actually, they are putting the cost on the rent increasing it by £5.
Then back up to the apartment and did a search for the Lumix camera I used last night to photographicalise the meal. Got into a right state when I could not find it (Again!)Tsk! However, I thought at first during the search underneath the 1962 E-plan sideboard, that I’d found another garden pea – but no, it was a wooden bead. Which caused me more confusion, because as far as know, I’ve never had any of these in the flat?
30 minutes later I returned downstairs to move the things into the dryer. Mable from the 8th floor was doing her washing, and she asked me if I would let her use the big dryer. No problem at all, I’d not got much in the wash anyway. I put the clobber in the small dryer. We had a chat on the way back up in the lift.
0450hrs: Another search around for the Lumix camera… and I found it, in the brown tray in the bookshelf I’d looked into in the first place? I could do not believe it – I think I might need some help about this yer know… Hehe!
Made a mug of tea and started finishing off yesterday’s diary, got it posted off. Then made a start on this one.
0550hrs: Back down to collect the washing, taking the camera with me.
Not much today.Cleaned the filter.
Leaving some nibbles for Mable on her laundry bag.
Back on the computer to carry on with this post. WordPressed a while then Facebooked before it was time to get the ablutions tended to.
Then I realised I’d wiped the surfaces in the Laundry Room, but not cleaned out the filter! So, back down once again and got it cleaned up.
Used the stairs to go down, 24 flight’s of concrete hobbled down, to get a bit of exercise like. (The weight?) Got the lift back up. Hehe!
Swapped the four bin bags and took the full ones to the refuse chute and prepared all the paperwork folders to take with me to the bank. Gathered the glass jars of Olive’s and mine in the bag to take to the skip on the way out.
Walked down the stairs again on the way. Chatted to two residents who were waiting for a bus, then out and to the Windwood Tenants Contact Point Shed. Both Obergruppenfurheresses were in. Informed them of my going to the bank, Chemists and Clinic explaining the bank farce continuation. They both offered advice to me: Obergruppenfureress Deana said: “Get yourself down there and bollock em!” Obergruppenfureress Julie advised: “Tell em to get stuffed!”
It’s comforting to know that trained, educated, helpful personnel are being paid to help look after us old folk sometimes. Scragglebumph! Hehehe! Gave them a lamb stewpot.
Out and over the road to the glass recycling bins and deposited the jars, then left along Chestnut Walk and right down Winchester Street Hill.
The grass here had been cut and scattered back on top, it smelt lovely.
Down into Sherwood and called at the Bank. 1005hrs: Joined the queue and had to relate all the things that had been going on with me bank transfer from the beginning! She told me to wait, and the new manageress would come to me.
1010hrs: She came introduced herself, took me into an office after a brief explanation from me of the problems. Had to inform her of all the procedures that had gone wrong, yet again!
Seven weeks ago, I called to see about moving my bank account from the old bank to this one. I was told what ID proof I’d need, and he arranged for me to meet with him three days later. A two and a half hour meeting going through all the required.
Attended the meeting and all seemed to go well enough, I was assured that it would all be okay and the account transferred within seven days. I was told that an introductory box would arrive shortly, and I was to destroy the old card immediately.
I received the box and new card a fortnight later. Killed the old card and went down to the bank to get some cash on the new card… the ATM informed me that this service in unavailable. Went in and spoke with the lady behind the counter, having to explain things from the start again! Waited. Met with the manager, who told me he had made an error in accepting the State pension detail letter, as it had the wrong Postcode on it.He then rang them and arranged for a new letter with the proper postcode on it that would be sent to me. Bring it in when it arrives.
Ten days later, still it had not arrived. Down to the bank again! He rang them again and explained things to them. Again the said they would send a new statement with the proper code on it.
Three days later (A Saturday of course) the statement arrived – with the wrong code still on it!
Waited until Monday and saw the bank manager again, same procedure.
Then the following Saturday, the same thing. Waited until Monday and saw the bank manager again. This time (Today) the new manager was in situ – and I had to go all through the problems with the bank counter clerk again and waited to see the new bank manager, Lisa Del Gracidio. Then go through it all again, getting right pissed off I was now!
She was reluctant to phone the State Pension people, but after some persuasion, she did, we got the same promise of a new statement would arrive within three days with the proper postcode on it. (Third or fourth time I’d had this commitment now I reckon!) Then, she said: You could ask your Doctor for these details (She’d scribbled them on an A4 sheet) and assurances and sign them as an oath, then you could bring in that letter on the surgery headed notepaper, and we’ll try that as ID proof! But it’s up to you!
At this, I slipped in a mention of this being suitable to go on the Trust Pilot website – she was not impressed, and her glare looked like it could or should have shrivelled me on the spot! I was on a roll now… I smiled forcefully and said: “Well I’m so glad to hear that you are all for assisted suicide then!” A semi-puzzled look spread over her face, and I added: “Well yer killing me with all this worry and hassle!” I pointed out I was only joking, but I wasn’t.
I informed her I would call at the surgery and beg the Doctor to supply the needed details, and IF the State Pension ID with the right Postcode on it arrives, or the Doctor provides one, I’d return to the bank with it.
We parted the best of new enemies. Walked up through Sherwood and down into Carrington calling in the Sherringham Park Surgery. The receptionist listened patiently as I explained the request and gave the banks Gruppenfurheress’s list of demands and the telephone number for her. She agreed with me that things with the ID were in a mess. Then informed me that my Doctor Vindla was not in today but should be tomorrow, and she will let her have the request if she agrees she’ll let me know via email, and I should be able to call on Thursday or Friday to collect it.
Thanked her and was out down to the Chemist. Who informed that the prescriptions should be available to be collected on Friday.
Caught the bus back into Sherwood and called at the Continental Food Shop and got some bread and Krakowski meat.
On leaving the store on Mansfield Road, I observed two pigeons totally ignoring what looked like the remains of a Kebab in the roadside gutter.
Wise birds I thought! Doctored this one by adding the birds.
Not unless perhaps they had eaten just the chips? Hehe!
Three-quarters of the way up Winchester Street Hill, some new growth was forcing its way through the fencing, with just one berry on it. Looked a bit like Holly to me.
Onwards up the hill and into the flat, put the things away, felt sorry for me and the out again to catch the bus to the City Hospital and the GUM clinic.
Snotty-pants was at the reception again. I was seen in a shot this time, no giant magnifying glasses used either. Told to stop the anti-bleeding cream and given some healing cream to use for the red swelling. I was in and out in fifteen minutes, five more and I was on the 40 bus, another ten minutes and I was dropping off on Winchester Street Hill. Never been known to be so quick and sorted so soon.
More new growths near the bus stop.
Put the cream in the cabinet drawer. Made a brew and got the computer going to update this post.
Got the meal on the go.
Krakowska sarnies, veg slices, marmite crisps, silverskin onions various flavoured cheese portions, lovely beetroot, cheese crispies and followed with an iced lolly.
The drained sensation overcame me, and I got the TV on and fell asleep.
Woken by the mobile phone at my side ringing… Humph! More bad news! The surgery called to tell me that Dr Vindla would not be back from sick leave for at least another week and could not make and sign the form for the Bank for me until she returns, and only if she agrees to do it, then.
The gloom added to the tiredness and I should have begun to feel depressed again really, but a resignation to my bad luck reigned within. Not contentment or acceptance, rather a sensation of melancholy and exasperation over the bad luck and Whoopsiedangleplops and Accidfaupas that had seemingly become a part of my aged life.
Turned off the TV I’d fell asleep watching in the first place and drifted off into sleep quickly and a nightmare of a dream. There were antagonists of all sorts verbally attacking me in an office, finger poking, sneering, scowling at me… Couldn’t understand why.
0345hrs: Woke up with some memories of the dreams I’d had. A barren landscape as far as I could see, all repetitions of the same plot of land in a mire or bog?
All I was doing was walking from one pool and bench to the next, the whole world seems made up only of reproductions of this little scene, the pool or mire and bench with moss all around.
At each plot, I’d get out one of a seemingly never-ending supply of yellow dusters and would wipe the damp slime off of the bench at each stop, then move on to the next. I felt calm and contented and this went on all through the dream which seemed to go on for hours. Like a scene out of Hound of the Baskervilles scene repeatedly? So real it felt.
0400hrs: Arose out of the surely on-its-last-legs £300 second-hand recliner and nearly toppled over, so bad was my balance for some reason? I smiled to myself and thought, well you have been walking all night through the soft muddy bog. Hehe!
Made a brew and visited the porcelain throne – bit different this morning, much bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold and Little inchy was very sore. Anne Gyna just letting know she was there, but not too bad at all. Arthur Itis fair as well.
The computer turned on and got the Saturday post finished and posted. Made a start on this one.
Did some Facebooking.
Created and posted some fun graphics in response to Paul Winterbourne’s posts for a bit of fun.
The sky had brightened, just after taking this photo, surprisingly, the rain started.
WordPressed a while, then tended to the ablutions in readiness for my planned 2-mile hobble into the City Centre.
Which didn’t happen!
Due to the fact that when I went down and had a gossip with some residents in the Foyer, the rain and wind were stronger than ever and I decided on catching the bus instead. But, I then realised the first bus going to town was not for an hour! If you’re confused at this stage, I’m not surprised, so was I!
So I took a walk up the gravel hill, through the Woodthorpe Park.
Watching some of the dogs taking their owners for a walk and game of fetch-the-ball – Or not, which I enjoyed.
The rain had eased off a little by the time I approached the bus stop.
Alighted the bus in the City Centre and hobbled to the Jessop camera store on Clinton Street.
Not many folks about yet.
Inquired of one of the salesmen lurking about waiting to pounce, about the level one training course and how much do they cost and where and when held.
He was good this salesperson, he had me signed up for Tuesday 11th April at the shop for an hour one-to-one learning hour about the camera, he’d sold me the lesson, a spare Lens cap and Lens cleaner and I was £90 lighter, all within ten minutes!
Confused as to how he did that, I paid the man and exited the store.I nipped as quickly as I could through the rain and into the Victoria Shopping Centre and into Boots.
I nipped as quickly as I could through the rain and into the Victoria Shopping Centre and into Boots. Where I joined the massive queue to ask someone about the costs of buying one of the Do-it-Yourself INR blood Test machines, tabs and needles. But I gave up patience after ages and left the queue as there was only one woman at the eight service counters!
Which is just as well, because I search the details on the internet when I got back:
Cheaper to croak out, at least my funeral is all paid for. Humph!
Left the Boots store and walked to the other end of the centre (mall) to Tesco’s.
Passing one of the sets of escalators that had a mannequin hanging between the up and down steps.
I thought it was original, never seen one like this before. Of course, it could have been a woman hanging there? Hehehe!
Got in Tesco and spent a bit more, Tsk! Sourdough bread, vegetable sausages, seaweed crispies, black bean sauce and… do you know? Them their Fresh Cream Horns jumped right into my basket again!
The little scallywags… Ahem!
Had to get a nip on to catch the bus, managed it with seconds to spare!
Back in the flat, no calls to the porcelain.
Put the fodder and camera extras away.
Computer turned on and did the Anticoagulation machine search.
Made a cuppa and got the chips in the oven.
Added the beef pie later.
Rang Olive to see how she was going. Not too good, but she’s allowing me to call on her in the morning.
I think oven chips, the pie, beetroot and onions for tonight, this afternoon rather.
Checked the TV magazine and realised I’d failed to get one for this week when pout shopping earlier, so I won’t know what I’m missing when I fall asleep. Hehehe!
Got the meal served up. A nice 9.2/10.
There was a Whoopsiedangleplop when I was refilling the mug with orange juice as I over filled it and sprinkled it over my new jammies and the £300 second-hand recliner and the electricity extension plug! After a few minutes of kitchen towel usage and bad language, I managed to mop and clean it all up without any further disasters. Tut!
I pondered and fretted over the absolute unbelievability of the State Pension people. When the bank manager informed them that they had got the wrong Postcode on my breakdown letter four weeks ago, they promised to send a new one with the proper Postcode on it and we had not received in three weeks, I had o go down to tell him, but found he was on holiday for a week. Five weeks had gone, now. Had to visit the bank again to explain things to him again. He called the State Pensions again and after much kerfuffle, they said they’d send another one. It arrived today, with a different Postcode on it, but still not the correct one!
And, the Bank Manager informed me he was being transferred to a different branch and a new manager would be in situ next week! I was now back in a depressed, sorry for myself and Duodenal Daniel pain giving condition… oh, and discouraged with life and it’s pitiful Whoopsiedangleplops it brings me; at the very thought of my having to go through the same process of humiliation from scratch with the new manager! Mortified!
Took the things into the kitchen to throw some away and wash other articles and clothing from the Whoopsiedangleplop with the orange juice, and just had to admire the view outside, despite my depression.
Duodenal Daniel kicked off almost immediately, then Anne Gyna joined in.
Not happy, not comfortable and perhaps unconsolable? Poor old chap, Hehe!
Trying to concentrate watching the TV later was neigh impossible with the pains, distraughtness and feeling worried and a bundle of nerves so suddenly.
