A housewife, an accountant and a lawyer were asked, “How much is 2+2?”
The housewife replies: “Four!”.
The accountant says: “I think it’s either 3 or 4. Let me run those figures through my spreadsheet one more time.”
The lawyer pulls the curtains, dims the lights and asks in a hushed voice, “How much do you want it to be?”
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Tuesday 26 January 2016
Eventually, managed to get a few hours kip in. I sprang awake just before 0600 hrs and to the porcelain. Boy, was the blood flowing, from the usual areas. Had a mess to clean up again, and stopping the flow took ages!
Readied the laundry for when BJ calls to give me a lift to the launderette, very kind of him too.blood!
I didn’t have a shave for fear of using the razor, as it is normal for me to have a little cut or nick each time I do shave with the razors. I’m going to see if I can get another electric one to replace the old one that blew up a few months ago, from Asda today to use. I can’t get a good shave with electric ones, and they take more time than the standard razors to use, but needs must; with the bleeding this morning I’ve decided to force myself to get and use one to avoid any Whoopsiedanglepops and to bleed to death. Well, better safe than sorry. Hehe!
I made a cuppa, took my medications (with an extra Senna), and got the laptop on to finish on Monday’s, and start this diary off.
Feeling cold this morning, due I expect to the blood being so thin now the INR level is so high?
Still, the rent arrears were explained to me yesterday, not that I entirely understood why some ‘extras’ added to the basic rent have to be charged on different days than others. I have additional charges for; CCTV, Caretaking, Communal Light, TV Reception, Sheltered Accommodation Services?, Charge Warden, Care Alarm Property and Lift Maintenance.
I thought I’d have a look at the original paperwork in the folder.
After getting out the big folder and sorting through each one, I could not find the Nottingham City Homes one.
This information confused me a little, well, a lot, as I know I’d used it yesterday. Perhaps I’d left it in my bag. A look 
there proved I had not left it in my bag.
Perplexed now, I searched around without any luck.
I returned to the laptop defeated, and guess what I spotted in the see-through red folder behind the laptop?
The Nottingham City Hoes folder! Sad Innit?
Waiting for BJ to call to say he’s on his way.
He called shortly, and I rushed around getting the washing and accoutrements gathered, and went downstairs and walked to the end of the road to meet BJ.
He lifted me to the launderette, where I managed a chin-wag with Mandy.
Nipped into the chemist next door to get my extra prescription Codeine Phosphate tablets.
We said out farewells to Mandy, and as we were coming out and getting into the BJ’s car, we were talking about Watson Fothergill.
BJ told me that Watson Fothergill had been Christened Fothergill Watson and had changed his name. This got me interested, and as we talked about the famous and creative Nottingham Architect, BJ said he’d take me to see his gravestone in the ‘Rock Cemetary’ not far away on the way into town.
By now it was very windy, and the rain had started to fall. Despite this, I just had to take the opportunity to have a look at Watsons grave.
It was a while before we could find it, but it was worth the effort without any doubt.
I had a walk around, without falling over or 
down in the damp shaggy overgrowth of the thousands of old graves there.
The view from the middle I found appealing. I don’t think they are actually burying anyone there anymore, and it is saturated with graves, and I’m sure there’s no more room spare.
They are allowing families to add to those already there to past relatives though BJ says.
He called me over to take a look at one headstone, and it was so original we both fell in love with the ingenuity of whoever designed it.
It had been shaped like a tree trunk with cut off branches and made of stone.The witting: Henry Hunter – Died in Amityville, New York – November
The witting: Henry Hunter – Died in Amityville, New York – November 15th, 1899.
And the writing was made to look as if it had been cut into the bark of the tree.
I wish I’d thought of that! Hehe!
We moved on to Asda. Where I managed to buy an electric shaver. (When I opened it hours later, to find in only had round two-pin plug connector, so I couldn’t use it! Huh!)
BJ dropped me at the flats as the rain got worse and the wind even stronger and noisier. I struggled up to the apartment with the washing and shopping, straight to the porcelain first thing I did.
As I unloaded the shopping, I recalled buying two packets of cream cakes, with the intention of giving one to BJ in thanks for the lift. But, of course, I forgot all about them.
Still I knocked on the lady neighbours next door flats door, luckily she was in, and gave her a pack.
Then put away the clean togs and got into me jammy bottoms.
Set the oven on a low light, so I could warm up me ready cooked bacon hock I’d purchased at Asda, with some potato scones later, with the sour bread.
Then started to update this diary, and do the graphics for it.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable with the beard growth, but I’d better not risk the razors – oh sod it! All the expense, getting the damned shaver, and now I’ve got to get out tomorrow to buy an adapter so that I can use the flipping thing! Humph!
Got the bacon done and added the potato cakes and had them with soda bread, Cumberland sausage, baked beans and a sprinkle of vinegar, followed by the cream cakes. Oh, I am a pig!
Washed the pots then tried to stay awake to listen to the radio.
Nodding off was being resisted by the racing brain at this point.
I walked into the kitchen to put the kettle on and get my medications. And straight into t-towel hanging on my home made indoor washing line!
For the next few hours, in between sneezing coughing and trips to the porcelain, I worked on a creation and finally got it finished.
graphicalisationing session. Titled this one ‘WordPressers in the play park – Clarification required, please.
Cuppa and took the medications.
Onto CorelDraw7 and doctored a graphic of Sandra Lentz to post.
As I fell off the bus on Hockley, I walked up close to where the gallery was situated around the corner.
The building of the gallery looked like it might make a ‘Moody’ photograph, so gave it a go.
(None left now), the Gallows in the old Courts and police station.
As I made my way to the bus stop, I passed the end of Clinton Street. them.
board up for a Tattoo studio. The family dining as they have a break between their shoplifting. The florist bloke, who cannot speak English. (Fair enough, I can’t speak Latvian). 
Didn’t have to wait long and one came along.
Then onto starting some more graphicationalisationing.
It was a case of a fish supper more than a dinner by the time got around to it.V
When I was doctoring this photo I took, of the mail, I came across a picture of yesterday’s satisfying meal, that I couldn’t find when I first looked for it yesterday? Damned poltergeist!
Dropped off at the Sainsbury store and had a wander round for ages.
I waited as all the other buses passing by picked up other passengers, and soon it was 20 minutes past the hour, no L9 bus.
As I entered the broken iron gates into the park, the sky was so beautiful.
Then I put the kettle on to make another cuppa and noticed some emergency vehicle lights flashing in the distance through the kitchen window.
They’re coming on their first view of the flat tomorro
I woke around 0400hrs, the tummy giving me grief. I blame the cream cakes and am giving them up, again.
I started the laptop and took me morning medications.
Deana undid the hat/cap for me and showed me how it works. I did feel a fool!
No one in, so I put the loaf near the cooker and the chicken in the fridge for them.
I did some graphicationalising using CorelDraw and CorelPaint.
Hopefully, folk will find them funny and get a laugh, that’s all I want, to make a laugh for someone.
It was a crazy mixed chimera, full of varying emotions and incidents. All of which had a touch of reality to them. More unpleasant than pleasant for me. Hey-ho!
I got the potatoes on the boil to have later when I get back from my outing to Sainsburys to get some Irish Potato Farls and anything else I might fancy.
Made another cuppa and started this diary off.
Put the potatoes I’d done earlier on low heat.
Tiredness and fatigue dawned on me. So I got the meal done sharpish and ate it up before I nodded off.
Did I mention that the fresh cream French Horns jumped into my shopping trolley in Sainsburys?
Luckily the graphicalisation of the dream I’d done was still available on my hard drive 
I still had the photograph on my drive, of the weather viewed from the kitchen window. I recall
Stood there for 35 minutes before a bus came.
Then out to the bus stop and waited.
immediately. We had a natter and I continued up the hill. As I did so, I spotted small areas of unmelted snow on the grass.
At this point, I had what must have been one of shortest depression attacks ever known?
