Woke at 0435 hrs, Felt horrible this morning, back and neck ache, Little Inchy in a right state, stomach grinding and rumbling away (That’ll teach me for eating a big meal yesterday).
Had to hasten to the bathroom to try and pass and sort Little Inchy out. While sat on the thrown some memories came back of a dream I’d had, I wrote what I could recall on some toilet paper.he rumbling innards back again! after a terrible night of my waking, aching and far, er, passing the wind.
No luck with the passing but got Inchy treated. Put the kettle on and got my medications ready.he rumbling innards back again! after a terrible night of my waking, aching and far, er, passing the wind.
Then I perused the notes of the dream I’d made. Took a photo of them.
Most of the memories had gone from my mind by now – not being able to decipher my own handwriting irked me a bit.
I was on a train, a steam train engine and had to collect some sliced red potatoes in a small bag from a net at the side of the track as we passed… Couldn’t climb up in time… Somehow got the bag with the sliced raw redskin potatoes and people were then chasing me to get them off me? I’m sure there was much more but not able to read my notes and all the recollections being dissipated left me frustrated.
Arthur Itis was niggling me, the back and neck in a state and I kept needing (Or thinking I needed) to use the WC to no avail, though. I thought with the breadbasket rumbling away it would be easy, but no.
I set about finishing the last and starting this diary off on the laptop.
No buses again today or tomorrow from the flats. So maybe I’ll get to finish my Ode to post later? Or, perhaps I can get some cleaning done? Mmm?
Did some Facebooking, for several hours.
Patricia Kopf’s Graphic. Best wishes and prayers for her speedy recovery. XXX
One of the Troll Free Zone Angels, Patricia Kropf has had a nasty tumble and broken her patella and damaged her wrist. Set about creating a graphic to try and cheer her up a bit.
Posted this to her Facebook page.
Thinking of her now, I just hope she is not in too much pain. Bless her.
It was TFZer Linda Novak’s birthday today as well.
Did her a graphic with some hunks on it for her celebration.
Hope she likes it alright?
Got carried away with the graphicalisationing somewhat and did some more.
Marie and Sandra on their tandem motorbike next.
The tummy started rumbling a bit worse, so the bathroom had many visits for the rest of the day.
What’s the difference between a mosquito and a lawyer? One is a blood-sucking parasite, the other is an insect.
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Thursday 31st December 2015
The view from the kitchen window
Woke at 0400 hrs, the rumbling innards back again! after a terrible night of my waking, aching and far, er, passing the wind.
Still, it took me mind off of the creaking neck pains. Hehehe!
To the bathroom to find Little Inchy had had a bad night and needed untangling of the matted blood. Huh!
Had a few shakes this morning too.
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
Made up a bag of goodies for the meeting tonight at the Comunity shed. I shan’t be capable of waiting up to see in the new year with them, so I’ll go early and leave early leaving them some nibbles.
Laptop on to do the diaries. Had a proper dizzy while I was at at the laptop – scared me for a few seconds, yet it was all over and done with in a minute? Did some Facebooking and WordPressing.
Got the bath ready and had a shave. Did me teggies, got in the tub for a good soak and sorted Little Inchy out afterwards. Cleaned the bathroom and got me laundry and myself ready.
I’d thought if I get the laundry out of the way early, I would be able to get a kip in before the New Year Meeting at 1930 hrs in the Community Shed. Then I might avoid falling asleep in the meeting?
Took me rubbish bags to the chute and went down to the laundry room. sadly
Sadly all the machines were in use. So I walked to the Community Shed to take the mail delivered to the last tenant and give the gals some nibbles. I’d left the letters near the flat door, though. Huh!
Came back to the flats and took note of the finishing time of the washers. Nipped up to the apartment and updated this diary, and then went down again to the laundry room with my washing and crossword book, hoping to get a machine free this time.
Got one this time. Started the washing machine and a chappie came down and began to empty a washer, he then used both devices and when I pointed this out he was not a happy laddie. He then started both driers going. Meaning, that my washer would be finished in 40 minutes, and I’d have another half hour to wait for a drier to come free. Humph!
I sat in the lobby, and the frail lady from the 11th floor came down.
We had a nice chinwag while I waited for the drier to come free. The chappie didn’t come down by the time it had finished so I took out his washing and put mine in it.
He was not happy when he came down, and told me the washing was not dry and assumed I’d taken out his finished laundry early, so I could get mine in. I calmly told him I had not taken out his washing before the drier had completed its cycle – and he shouldn’t have been using two machines, and I thought he had shown his ignorance lack of respect in doing so. He turned a bit nasty and left the laundry room chuntering. Proving to me his lack of thought and consideration for others. I anticipate further bother from this crude animal at a future time!
I enjoyed a further natter with the lady while waiting.
Got my washing out so someone else could use the washer.
Got me drier going as the rain pelted down and the darkness fell.
Boy did the rain come too!
Deana came through the lobby, and I mentioned the ignorant one who used all the machines. I have no fear of conflict with this big bloke oddly enough – his disregard for others overpowers my nervousness in this instance.
Managed a chat with some others coming and going, and then took my laundry out and back up to the flat.
Hunger pangs sprang to life, and I got some battered fish fingers, fish cakes and pollock in the oven and updated this diary again.
Tasty but too large Fish Nosh
Got my nosh and added a bit of ketchup to it, and ate it with relish and some bread thins. Fish night nosh; Battered fish fingers, battered fish cakes and battered cod wedges, with baked beans.
Far too much and it was far too nice too as well and besides as well as.
Ate the lot, thus ruining me recent attempts at going on a diet of sorts and eating less. Humph!
Nodded off for an hour or so and found I was late for the New Year get together at the Winwood Centre (Community Shed).
On my way to the Community Hut
Got myself ready with the nibbles I was taking and ventured out into the drizzle and walked to the hut.
I was wondering how many of the 400 + tenants would be present., and looking forward to.
Despite the late time for me, I was looking forward to meeting the residents I might not have met before.
The Cheery Four tenants there
Not a full house by any means.
The frail lady from the 11th floor was there, (Second left), The amazing 94-year-old Gentleman Frank from Woodthorpe Court (At the end of the table in yellow) and another man and wife who I had not seen before – and that was it. But it was early yet, hours before midnight and the New Year.
Frank and I eventually mastered the music machine, and we got some DVDs of 1940 and 50’s music playing.
Royalty and Comedian?
The man and woman put on some masks and asked me to take a photograph of them.
It was wonderful listening as best I could to their stories and reminiscences.
The frail lady left and I realised I’d have to follow her soon. I’d missed my medications and the stomach was rumbling, but even worse I was being tempted by the alcohol, although it was not offered to me; I began seeing it as desirable. No way can I afford to start drinking again after the battle to stop many years ago now.
The tummy started rumbling. Oh dear. I said my farewells and wished them a Happy New Year and made my way back to the flat in the dark and drizzle. I think they thought I was a bit anti-social leaving so early?
Back in the apartment, I took some stomach settler but it was too late for me to take my evening medications. WC’d and doctored Little Inchy. Made a cuppa and decided to watch the film Space Cowboys, one of my all time favourites, and planned to take a photo of the fireworks that go off at midnight through the kitchen window. I fell asleep and missed the film and fireworks!
It is unfair to believe everything you hear about solicitors.
Some of it might not be true!
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Wednesday 30th December 2015
A ‘Moody’ photo of the hallway this morning
Woke at 0500 hrs, after a terrible night of my waking, aching and far, er, passing the wind.
The tummy was rumbling again, aching neck, back and shoulders: And a blinding headache behind the eyes. I felt like I’d not had any sleep at all. Fatigued and heavy eyelidded. Another late rising again for me.
A headache made a mental contact with a dream I’d had but blown if I could recall the details.
No call to the porcelain either – bit concerning that, so out of the ordinary.felt
When I moved to make a cuppa and get me medications the knees and back were not happy with me. I really must get out and about today, loosen things up. I might try to get to Derby again, take some seed and earthworms for the ducks, grab my camera and call in to see if Primark has got any of the loose fitting undies left for sale. Yes good idea, I think I’ll do that. Oh better check me calendar first. All clear, medical appointments start next Monday again, Tuesday, Wednesday and so on. On Monday, I have three of them, GP, Clinic nurse! Hehehe!
Laptop on finished yesterday’s rather sad, aimless. Desolate diary, and started this one off.
At last I got a summons to the bathroom from me innards – Oh what a kerfuffle too! Little Inchy needed extracting from my disposable undies; the dried blood did not want to be removed. The haemorrhoids were flowing red. I even caught the cut inside my lip when I was doing me teggies, and that joined in bleeding. However, I’ve had it worse, just not all at the same time.
Good news came yesterday, I forgot to mention in Tuesday diary: Sister Jane rang, and she’d taken Fooey to the Veterinary, and he told her that the antibiotics were working on him. Great news, although of course Fooey being so old I must not get too excited. I asked Jane to take a photo of him and send it to me so I can post it.
Must get an early as possible bath. Can’t have one before 0800hrs in case it disturbs my neighbours. That doesn’t leave much time to get everything ready for going out before I have to get down to the bus-stop to catch the first bus at 0930hr.
Got an early bath and won the daily battle getting me socks off and new ones on.
All readied for me outing, I walked to the Winwood Community Shed and handed the mail I’d received for Margaret, the previous tenant. Had a chinwag with Deana the flats coordinator.
Back to the foyer and met some of the other tenants for another little chinwag and laugh, before catching the bus into town.
Could be a good one for a Caption Competition?
As I got off the bus in the city to go to the Victoria bus station to catch the Red Arrow to Derby, I couldn’t help but smile to myself when I saw the window of the John Lewis store that was being changed.
Hehehe!
I walked through to the bank (Again) and called in to once more find out why I was not receiving me bank statements. The chap confirmed they had my correct address on their database. But could not tell me why I had not had any statements since I’ve been in the flats from last July? Again, just like the last three times, I’d called in to see them and find out why – he said I should receive one.
Getting fed up with this now.
I departed frustrated and walked to get the bus to Derby, just as the rain came down, and the wind was buffeting the vehicle all the way en-route.
Arrived in Derby bus station and the rain had eased a lot, but the wind remained bothersome.
Derby’s pigeons tucking into their nosh
Went to the Derwent river bank behind the station and gave the pigeons their seed and earthworms.
Then walked in the rain to the old market plaza. It was so sad, at least, another three stalls had been abandoned and closed since my last visit.
I don’t think it can last much longer at this rate.
Then down to the Primark store and got out of the rain and had a good wander around. I got another 3-pack of the loose-fitting undies extra large.
Had a walk around town to the Eagle Centre and had a saunter through to the Market there, another sad sight with so many stalls closed down and or unoccupied.
I was tempted at a stall selling used dvds at £1.50 each and purchased a few.
I espied at a jewellery stall these Amber things, took the photo to post on the Troll Free Site for the girls.
Out into the rain and wind again and over to the bus station.
I had a while to wait for the bus, so took a walk through the supermarket in there. Bought a 20p newspaper.
Caught the bus and read the Star on the way back into Nottingham. I can see why they charge only 20p for it – rubbish!
I dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street.
It never ceases to amaze me how the Nottinghomians ignore traffic signals and lights. They just seem to walk across the road with total disinterest in the oncoming traffic that was on the green lights to drive?
I just missed catching the L9 bus, so had an hour to wait for the next one. I had a saunter around the City Centre.
Plenty of well-wrapped up folk about despite the rain and wind.
I called in the Spar shop to get one of their bacon cobs but they didn’t have any in.
Back to the bus-stop. The bus left early and we were soon back at the flats.
WC’d and got me nosh started – it was supposed to have been roast potatoes and sausages. But I somehow foolishly put them both in the oven at the same time, the sausages were cooked to perfection but the potatoes were still almost cold. Wotta plonker! I threw away the roast potatoes and made some instant mash. Huh!
Did everything but name my solicitors this did! Humph!
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Monday 28th December 2015
Up at 0510 hrs, felt like I’d not had any sleep, fatigued and heavy eyelidded. Late again for me.
One of my dreams involved me being trapped underground, and confused as to where and how, I think a bank teller was with me, but no idea why?
Back and neck ache along with Arthur Itis in me knees made it painful for me to get to the bathroom porcelain on my first trip of the day. Funny innit? How yesterday I felt so good and had most of my ailments being kind to me – today Little Inchy had to be de-clogged of blood cleaned and treated. The haemorrhoids were bleeding away, and as I said earlier, Arthur Itis had returned with a vengeance! Accompanied by Anne Gina letting me know she was there.
I finished off Sunday’s diary, made a cuppa and took me morning medications.
Started this one off and then did a bit of Facebooking. For far longer than planned (But I love those pesky Ether-friends) and I must get a bath now and catch the later bus than expected.
Not liking this neck and shoulder ache I’ve accumulated overnight at all!
Filled the bath and tended to me tender areas. Hehe, why am I laughing?
Thought I’d go to the bank today and sort out why I had not been getting my statements. Then go to Derby for me undies.
Got ready, took me bags to the rubbish chute on the way down and went to the bus stop. No other residents there – hello I thought? Decided to walk up and through the park to the bus stop on Mansfield Road, met Frank and his son on the way doing the same. They informed me that the buses for the flats are off for three days, should be back on tomorrow. Tsk!
Got the bus in Sherwood to town.
Walked through Victoria Shopping Mall, and nearly got myself knocked into and over by the crowds!
Bargain hunters on a mission methinks, but dangerous for those not so nimble on their feet like what I am.
It was a bit of a job getting out uninjured, due to so many shoplifters trying to get in through the same doors, but managed it safely.
A smell greeted me as I left from the other end?
It was from the unemptied bins.
I walked bravely down through Clinton Street to the City Centre, where the unsmiling faces of the crowds concentrating on their mobile phones indicated another danger of me getting bashed into.
Went across the amusements and down Exchange Walk to the bank.
Of course, it was closed.
I had a wander about then decided not to get the bus to Derby. But get the 40 bus back to Winchester Street after I’d nipped into the Pound Shop to get some Lemon Air-freshener. I ended up getting more than planned. Jelly babies, BBQ sauce, the last lemon freshener in the store and a Jasper Carrot DVD.
Walked up to the bus stop and found one was due in a few minutes. Ah, I thought, is my luck is changing?
The bus came in, and we were off – the bus broke down at the next bus-stop.
Another driver got on, and they failed to get it going so we were turfed off to catch the next 40 bus.
Cunningly as I milled about twixt the 20 or so other ejected passengers, I decided to walk back to the first stop. This, I thought, would ensure I get a seat on it.
Hobbled back and had to wait 25 minutes for it to arrives and we set off again, but I got a seat!
At the bus-stop where we had been abandoned earlier the flood of passengers was tidal! The bus filled up within seconds, and the others left an elderly lady struggling to stand along with many others. No one offered her their seat, so I got the man in the next seat to me to let me out, I protected the free seat from being taken by others and indicated to the lady to seat there. My faith in humanity is ever decreasing!
Got to the Winchester Street bus stop, and the lady got off at the same time. I crossed the road with her, both of us a bit nervous I think.
It’s a dangerous bend above and below the bus-stop for seeing traffic coming in time.fats.
The lady was not very lucid, and I felt for sorry for her. She said something about the carers at her home not being very caring bless her.
I walked her to the back entrance of her Care Home and continued on to Woodthorpe Court at the end of Chestnut Walk.
WC’d just in time, phew that one was close!
Got me nosh and settled to watch some Heartbeat episodes on a DVD of the first series. This got me thinking about when they were first shown and what I was doing and living at the time. Mixed memories emanated from me muddled mind and I realised I was happier now than then. I think?
I nodded off and woke up hours later and foolishly tried to watch some more. After several nod-offs, I gave up.
Brekkers this morningGloomy looking this morning as well!
Up at 0425 hrs, Some dreams I’d had stayed in my mind and I wrote bits of them down.
The cut lip I acquired yesterday while cutting my toenails was a lot less painful – until I made a cuppa and took me medications – Oooh stinging!
Arthur Itis was playing up on me knees badly, but Anne Gina and ulcer were not bad at all. Hope it stays like this for a bit.
Laptop on and got the Saturday diary finished and posted.
Then perused my notes about the dreams. So glad I did write them down because by now they had evaporated into the ether.
The Dream/s:
I was in a battle and seemed to be in charge of some Wehrmacht troops hidden up high in a battle-scarred building. We had little ammunition left but had pre-targeted all the areas around us for our artillery to pick of some of the hundreds of T34 tanks attacking us before we ran out of ammunition.
Then I seemed to be in charge of the Russian troops weapons and tactics? I summoned aircraft to attack and use the German’s ammunition. Having made all the plans – I found myself back with the Germans, for some reason the troops were using Bren guns but with a different shell casing?.
The best bit of the dream, Kathy Kirby appeared walking towards the Russian lines singing ‘Secret Love’ and the weapons ceased firing? After she had sung it, both sides gave her a round of vigorous applause.
As for me, I was transported to Italy, Rome I think.
I was sat in the Bistro (If that’s the word, an outside cafe wine bar), listening to a bloke singing Dean Martins ‘June in January’ and I was reading a book about ‘Open all hours’ the TV comedy?
I believe I was singing that song when I sprang awake?
Made another cuppa and decided that weather permitting, I’d try to have another good walk in Woodthorpe Grange Park again after the weather ruined yesterday’s attempted walk about in the Park.
Set about to attempt to create an Ode, but the concentration wasn’t there. Tsk!
Lynton & I in a graphic wot I dun like…
I did manage to get some graphics done, though.
Marissa Bergen in a ‘Women’s poster.’
I was pleased with the result of one I made using a photo Lynton that had posted on Facebook. Added my mush to it, and made a background using French toilet rolls, linking it to a word used in Lynton’s comments.
Then I did one of Marissa Bergen out of a poster I found on-line.
I made a bit of a mess of the neck though I’m afraid. Tsk! And Huh! Still it looks a bit like a collar?
I hope she isn’t too cruel to me over this transgression.
I live in fear now…
Shirley and Mike as Moneypenny and Bond!
Then I created a mock 007 poster with Shirley Blamey and Mike Steedenski as Miss Moneypenny and James Bond.
Hope they both like it.
Took a few hours to do but I did enjoy doing these graphics.
Went to have a wash and shave, during which I blew my nose and blood came out of the left nose channel. Bit concerned about this I was at the time. But thankfully it hasn’t happened since again yet.
Little Inchy bled a bit more than yesterday as well.
Traffic Jams en route to town
Took me rubbish to the chute on me way out. I walked up the hill path into Woodthorpe Park, and down onto Mansfield Road.
Caught a bus into the City Centre. The last ¼ mile was bumper to bumper with all the Sale shoplifters, er, shoppers going to town for the bargains.
Plenty on loungers with ear pieces and phones in their ear-holes were spread around
Walked through Victoria Cente shopping mall, a busy mob of shoppers were about in number.
There were many new eateries in the mall, and they were all doing a brisk trade today.
Had a look at some of the prices on their menus that were on display.
All through the centre, the available seating was occupied.
INTU centre busy today.
Most shops were advertising ‘Sale – All sale items at 50% off or more’.
When I passed by the ‘Next’ door, thought I noticed my Sister Jane inside, so I phoned her, no reply. Went into the store but couldn’t see her.
I walked to the other end on the top floor and out of the above street passage and took a photo from above.
Upper Parliament Street from the walkover bridge
The rain was holding off nicely.
Jane called me back, it was not her in the store, she was at home getting ready to go to the footy match.walk.
I carried on and down the wonderfully kept and cleaned stairs that come out between the Pound store and the pub in this photo.
Nottingham – The Cleanest City in the East Midland – they claim?
Not exactly an area that contributed to Nottingham becoming the cleanest City in the East Midlands is it? Hehe!
At the bottom of the steps were removed shop security tags, what looked like parts of syringes to me, sick on the floor, nub-ends, empty beer bottles and cans, uneaten takeaways and blood. Welcome to Nottingham!
The Mob! Clinton Street.
Got to the end of Clinton Street to go down it into the slab square, but being as I didn’t have me stick with me and the crowds looked rather daunting, I walked along Upper Parliament Street to Queen Street, to check on the times for the 40 buses today. No L9 or L8 was running today being a Sunday.
Food Glorious Food – at a price!
Had half an hour until the ETA of the bus, so took a walk into the Slab Square to get some photographs of the shoplifter… no sorry, shoppers fighting each other for the bargains nad entertainments.Least of all the food stalls!
The food stalls were doing well, despite the prices they were charging!
View of the Council House from the bus-stop on Queen Street
Back up to the bus-stop.
Caught the 40 bus back to Winchester Street in Sherwood. Close to the flats, only a ten-minute walk from the bus stop where I dropped off at on Winchester Street.
Arthur Itis had been so kind to me today.
View approaching the flats
The view here from where I turned the corner onto Chestnut Walk. the flats.
The first block of flats is Winchester Court, and it’s sister block, further along, being my residence Woodthorpe Court.
I think it had been raining here during my absence because the gigantic puddle in the road near the flats seemed to have grown bigger?
Got in the flat and realised I’d spent nothing during my trip out at all! Good that!
WC’d and changed into my jammies, getting very tired again now.
Felt peckish. Beef pie in the oven then added some Chilli-con-Carne to it.
Devoured it with relish. Took my evening medications and settled to watch some episodes of ‘Hussle’ on the DVD thingy in the TV.
The picture and sound kept sticking. But it didn’t bother me too much as I fell asleep anyway. Tsk!
Up at 0330 hrs, my first sensation was the lack of bother from Little Inchy! Maybe the treatment is working at last? Yahoo!
Noticed I’d left me nosh tray at the side of the chair with me dirty nosh plate and cutlery – but it seems I had eaten up all of the nosh.
Got up to go to the bathroom porcelain and saw I’d spilt/dropped some stuff on the floor – continued to the thrown and things went well there for a change, even the haemorrhoids were not leaking! Then returned to find that some tablets from the evening medication pot were lying on the carpet? Oh dear?
Made a cuppa and cleared the mess up, and then started the laptop and finished the last diary off and started this one. Opening my Google Calendar I realised it was Angie Winks Birthday today, so set about creating the graphic at the top of this diary, and posted it to Angie’s Facebook site. I hope she has a super time today and manages to take it easy as well. Love, kisses and cuddles Angie. XXX
I must thank Patti Beckert for her support and sense of humour over the year too! And wish Teresa all the best. All brave gals who take the bother to look after me over the ether. And the TFZers on Facebook, who I’d be lost without. Love to them all. X
Back to the diary.
Facebooked.
No buses today or tomorrow, so if the rain stops, I’ll have a walk into the Woodthorpe Grange Park later.
Of cleared up from last night and found me Warfarin tablets left in the evening medication pot Huh!.
I spent hours doing what I thought would be a good graphic for the TFZers. Then to my chagrin, Coreldraw froze and I lost it all! Tsk, Huh, Dammit and a double Humph! Lost all heart in it now. Klaberwockers!
I had a good bath and soaked. When I tended to ‘Little Inchy’ he bled, but I don’t think as much as he has been doing lately, so good news there. When I Phorpain gelled my knees, Arthur Itis indicated to me that this was not going to do any good today as I struggled to get painfully out of the tub. Tsk!
I put some Brut all over me in case any elderly ladies wished to ravage me while I was on me walk around the park later.
Then set about cutting my toenails. One of the most difficult of all the ageing tasks for me this one is. This time, I lost my balance but stopped myself falling over with the shrewd move of using me chin on the sink. I cut my lip on the inside, swore a bit and dabbed some Antiseptic disinfectant on it… and swore some more! Hehe!
I put me bath towel in the airing cupboard, old clothes in the laundry bag and got the laptop out of sleep mode and updated this diary.
The rain had stopped so I got myself ready to go on me walk around Woodthorpe Grange Park, taking my camera with me in case owt interesting comes into view. Only mud came into view, Tsk!
TTFN, back in a bit.
Back sooner than expected! I was going to go up to the Park via the back of the flats – but it was also muddy I decided to go up the front via the footpath
The wind was howling and I struggled up the path to the top to find it was even muddier up there, mixed in with all the fallen decaying leaves.
I thought about it and decided just to take a photograph of some of the brave folks and their dogs that had ventured out and then get back to the flat and get me dinner on..
Walking down the hill, I nearly got myself blown over a couple of times.
I felt for the folk up North who were having it so much worse that us in Nottingham.
Got in the flat and no call for the use of the porcelain either. I’m doing well today!
Got me nosh prepared and cooking and updated this while it cooked.
Instant mash with onions and added cheese granules, beetroot, garden peas, potato cakes and a beef slice.
Delectable. Rated it 9.4/10, and please note there was no cream cakes, biscuits or lemon curd swiss rolls! However, I did weaken and have some Raspberry & Vanilla mini rolls later.
Then I noticed that I had gotten mud all over me trousers legs on me little romp in the woods. I tried to clean it off, but it has not dried sufficiently and I made a bit of a mess – Huh… more washing for the next laundry session.
Watched an old film on the box ‘The Last Stand’ with Arnie, in twenty episodes, this time, I fell asleep for a longer period in the middle and woke up for the ending.
No dizzies all day, and apart from Arthur Itis and Little Inchy bleeding again later, had no complaints from Anne Gina, the ulcer, cramps, hernia or the split lip. Did I mention the split lip? Hence the instant potatoes on me nosh.
Up at 0440 hrs, Arthritis bad, all other things not so bad. Even Little Inchy was less itchy and painful this morning! Yahoo!
Cleared up from last night and found me Warfarin tablets left in the evening medication pot Huh!
WC’d; Then changed and took a walk down the 12 flights of stairs to loosen me knees a bit. Popped outside the foyer doors, raining and windy – not a soul about inside or out. Still, I should be abe to get a washing machine free later on.
Back to the flat and a cuppa, medications took, and laptop on to finish yesterdays diary and start this one off.
Then I did a bit of Facebooking. Then sorted and got rid of hundreds of photographs that were duplicated on the hard drive between Google Photos and the Windows Photographs. At least, I hope they were.
Hours later I struggled into the bath – had a good soak – tended to Little Inchy, then struggled out of the tub.
Got my laundry and things ready and waddled down to the empty and very cold laundry room.
The washing machine managed to take another 60p off me without responding to the buttons I pressed, so I fed it another 60p, and it allowed me to do the washing this time.
I went out into the foyer to have a seat and do me crosswords, and the lady tenant who lost her key the other week when I was able to help her was sat looking like she needed help again in a chair.
I gave her a bag of chocolate eclairs to nibble, and she told me she was waiting for the woman to bring her a meal and she was a bit bothered because the lady was now coming at 1500hrs instead of 1400hrs. She added that she could have had her meal herself by now from those delivered by the Social Services?
I tried to find out who the lady was and where she was from, but the old dear seemed a little confused bless her. She said the lady was from a flat above hers and was going to go into Sherwood to get the meal and bring it back for her, and she will refuse it and tell her it was too late?
The poor woman could only talk about the cold weather with any clarity. Still I waffled on about all and sundry, and she seemed happy, apart from the late free meal.
I swapped the clothes from the washer to the drier, and that took an extra 60p off as well. You’ve got to see the funny side of it!
The rain stopped a for a while, and I nipped outside with my camera when I noticed some squirrels out and about.
I took some photographs from a good way off of some squirrels as they seemed to be playing jumping up and down fro the top of some concrete bollards. But I didn’t do a good job, and only one of the photos came out reasonable.
I noticed what looked like fungi growing from the concrete of the posts; I’ll have to have a closer look, not now, though – the rains started again.
As I went into the laundry room to remove my now dried clobber, the lady left to go back to her flat, muttering about being hungry and she would tell the woman to sod-off! Oh dear. I hope the woman bringing the meal was not doing it for charity, cause she’ll feel terrible when she gets rejected now.
Back up to the flat and the usual weariness dawned on me. Managed to get a meal, but fell asleep in the chair yet again, woke up in the dark, thought about clearing up me food tray and empty stuff from me nosh – fell asleep again. Woke up later and noticed me evening medication pot, took them (Well I thought I did?) and nodded off again.
Up at 0525 hrs, Little Inchy a bit uncomfortable, other ailments apart from Arthur Itis much improved, but the rumbling tummy still churning away.
Had a cuppa and took me medications then got the laptop on. I had received an email from Sister Jane granting me permission to visit them later today. At last, I can see Fooey the cat who is not doing very well and according to the Veterinary, they expect the worst any time now for him. I’m sad about this, but would like to see him and fuss him some before the end.
Jane and Pete are so busy it’s been a while getting to see them. They are either out at a Concert or cinema, at the Football match, at a party or visiting friends. But it doesn’t bother me at all. I’m glad they are fit wealthy and happy and don’t want to come and see me at the flat! Hehehe!
I’m using the new Grammarly add-on that checks the spelling. For a small fee, I’ve added synonyms and grammar checks to it. The problem is I’ve had no education to speak of and didn’t understand some of the explanations they use, Accusative, Ellipsis and Pronouns that I had not been taught about before. I looked up one on the web and didn’t understand the description! Someone said ‘Ignorance is bliss’ but I don’t think it is.
I deleted hundreds of photographs to free up space on the hard-drive. I just hope they still appear on WordPress and Facebook now? Incidentally, Grammarly checks on Facebook and WordPress as well, I like it, even if I don’t understand it all, just goes to show your never to old to learn.
Then I finished Wednesday’s diary and started this one off.
Did some Facebooking then got I the bath water flowing.
Looks like a clinic in there with all the medical paraphernalia now. Hehe!
Struggled out of the bath, medicated certain areas of my blobby physique then got all the things needed for me the visit to Jane Pete and Fooey in the bag or pockets.
Then went out to catch the L9 bus into town. Five minutes after the departure time of the L9 bus, I got the L8 to go down into Sherwood and catch a bus from there into town. We passed the L9 coming to the flats late as we travelled down Winchester Hill.
Caught a bus into town.
Plenty of traffic was heavy going into the City Centre today, as one would expect of course.
The rain continued, but now I was lower down the landscape the wind lessened a tad.
Caught the number 7 West Bridgford bus from town. Well packed it was too.
I walked along in the now lighter rain to Jane’s mansion.
The rain turned to big hail stones.
By the time I’d got me camera out, it had turned back into heavy rain – but the photo of Jane here shows the remnants of the hailstones that had not melted on her mat outside her patio doors.
Got Jane to pose quickly for me. Hehe!
Battered Brave Fooey
Poor old Fooey looked battered, but this didn’t change his nature and he enjoyed a cuddle or two.
He’s on painkillers and antibiotics from the vet.
The wound some animal had inflicted on him around his jaw looked nasty. However, he did manage to gobble some nibbles that I took for him, and the other cats joined in.
Here, a battered but brave Fooey gets his deserved cuddles from Sister Jane and me.
Pete then reminded me of the bus times and I gave them their nibble-bag, said my farewells and departed to catch the bus back to town.
Some of the hailstones had survived on the roads as we moved into Nottingham and I dropped off on Friar Lane in the City Centre.
Lots of last minute shoplifters, pavement cyclists and fun seeking pickpockets at the Fayre in the Slab Square.
I had a walk around as I had half an hour or more before the last L9 was due to leave.
Called in Tesco and got some bread. Please note that since the clinic asked me to photograph certain parts of my anatomy twice a day so they could assess things using them (Embarrassment at its worst here) – many bulges and wobbles came to my attention; Thus, I managed bravely to stop any fresh cream cakes falling into my shopping basket. Will-power at its best I thought?
The flats looked deserted as I got off the bus all alone. Didn’t see any tenants on my way in, up the lift or in the foyer.
Got in the apartment and to the bathroom. The stomach was rumbling far less today thankfully. Cleaned up little Inchy and applied his cream, took a photo for the clinic, and then changed into a pair of the disposable thingies. Itches anticipated.
Took me medications and got me nosh cooking away.
Looked at the TV paper and found plenty of good old stuff to watch with my rather larger than originally planned dinner.
I did enjoy it, though. Chestnuts, ham, three Frikadellen, oven fries, beetroot, followed by a strawberry dessert thingy – the last one for me now I’m on my self-imposed diet. He says full of confidence in his ability to maintain this
When I got the TV on a different programme was on than the TV paper had printed? I checked on the TV listing on the set, and yet another programme was indicated as being on at the same time?
Not that it mattered much, cause I fell asleep regardless.
Up at 0525 hrs, What a state I woke up in too! Unbelievable! (As Victor Meldrew would say!)
This morning My Medical Synopsis (Fancy word for me eh?)
There were not many of my ailments that were not giving me some bother this morning.
The legs had swollen like never before; the stomach had bloated even more. Might not be abe to get me trousers on later?
The skin cancer wound on me back was itching like crazy. The duodenal ulcer was giving me a bit of jip. Arthur Itis was not liking it at all when I moved me knees or wrists. Anne Gina was causing breathing difficulties. The haemorrhoids were bleeding away merrily. The boils on my bum had increased to three now. Little Inchy had become a painfully matted chunk of dried blood that needed attention.
I’ll have to put the new disposable underpants thing on today, as I am not going out anywhere due to two reasons like: Had a super dizzy spell when I first got up, and the gurgling runs had returned, I took a capsule in the hope it might help.
On my second trip to the porcelain, Little Inchy had been flowing again. A brighter red this time?.
Good job I’d got some swabs and cotton wool in stock.
If it hasn’t eased when I get me bath later, I suppose I’d better ring 111 for advice?
Now Anne Gina is getting worse as I write, well type.
So, as I said, no going out for me today. I’m too nervous of the dizzies and getting caught wearing those flaming lady-like disposable undies! Hehehe!
Made a cuppa, didn’t eat owt cause of the state of me stomach.
Not feeling too bad under the circumstances. Might get some sorting done today and graphicalisationing perhaps?.
Got the laptop on and finished Tuesdays diary. Shame I forgot to take me camera out with me, though.
Hello, a touch of the shivers then. I’ve just checked the thermometer in the kitchen, down to 55° now. Looks a bit windy out, but it’s in the right direction for me, not blowing at the front and coming in the holes in the kitchen wall at least.
Going to get in my bath now and see if I can do owt with Little Inchy and the haemorrhoids.
Back in a bit folks.
Lovely good soak that was, sorting Litte Inchy was less hassle than I thought it might be. Crossed fingers now.
Updated this diary then got me rubbish bags to the chute and called at the Community Hut to see if Deana was there.
She wasn’t, but Obergruppenfurheress Julie was. Gave her some nibbles and the letters for Margaret.
Met the lady from 84 on the way back and gave her a box of Terry’s Chocolates for Christmas and got a peck on me cheek (Nice!).
A hand-out letter had been delivered while I was out. It was from the Nottingham City Homes. They hope to do the improvements/modernisations to Winchester and Woodthorpe Court in 2016 – 17.
Had a cuppa and took me medications.
A sudden and abrupt attack of fatigue came over me after eating me nosh. I felt incapable of physically doing much at all?
All I could do was to sit down; I did watch some TV, but it was piecemeal viewing in between nodding off and visits to the porcelain to ease me rumbling innards.
The rest of the day was a lot better for the Angina and ulcer. Even the hernia eased a bit later. However, arthritis and stomach played up all the way through. Tsk!
I found a sort of inner peace, a feeling of my being composed and an acceptance of the situation? Not unhappy at all?.
I think that I turned off the TV about 2200hrs and felt like I’d been asleep for a few minutes, and it was 0530hrs as I sprang awake and made my way to the porcelain again.
Up at 0505 hrs, My first thought was to get to the bathroom and check out the tender, tingling and sore ‘Little Inchy’ – what a mess the poor thing was – bruised bloodied and damned tender! Washed him and applied the Betamethasone cream – talk about make myself jump!
Feeling well drained from yesterday’s activities still.
BJ should be lifting me to the launderette later, must make sure I don’t keep him waiting.
It’s good for him to help me out, even at this time of year with his family holidays to sort out he offers – good mate is BJ.
The haemorrhoids were flowing again. Huh!
The toilet still not flushing properly again. Trouble is with it being in the flats with so many on the go so to speak; it takes ages for the cistern to refill each time. I did try pouring water from the bath down, but the bending down has started me back off aching! Tsk!
Made a cuppa and took me morning medications, I think I missed last nights cause I can’t find an empty blue lidded pill-pot anywhere?
Got the laptop going and started the graphics and this diary off.
Then did some Facebooking and started some graphics on Coreldraw.
Amazingly and for the first time ever; BJ rang early to tell me he was on his way to pick me up.
There was a bit of a panic to get ready in time to go down to meet him outside.
Struggled down with me two big bags of laundry and he was already there sat waiting in his car.
Had a chin-wag on the way to the laundry, and I realised I’d forgotten to take me coins with me for the machines.
Mandy was on duty and we managed a few laughs. She had very few coins other than twenty pences and we had to use those instead of £1 coins. Gave her some nibbles.
I actually finished a crossword off competely, without peeping. First one ever for me.
It took us about 2.75 hours to get all the laundry done and finished.
BJ giving me a ‘Behave Yourself’ look earlier in the year at Papplewick Station
BJ ran us to Asda.
I looked for some trousers that were a little wider around the grith – due to me water retention and over-eating… perhaps more to the over eating, maybe, perhaps? (Guilty).
I found a pair of trews that suited and also besides that – saw they had some loose fitting underpants on sale as well, so I got a pack of those.
I pondered around and got a Bath Sheet at £3.50 – although I’ve never heard of a bath sheet before. It looked like a towel to me? Potato cakes, Sharon fruits and some cream french horns fell in bag as I passed. Being of a strong will power – I told myself I’m not going to get any more of these owing to me bloated stomach and tendency to gain weight recently. But did I put it back in the fridge where I got it from? Did I ‘eck as! Tsk”
At the check-out after going through the lady threw me trousers as they were along the counter and I asked her if I could have a bag to put them in to keep them clean. I was was told “No, not unless you pay 5p for one!” I suggested that the 5p charge was for carrier bags not individual bags and got a scowl of immense intensity back for my cheek!.
Found BJ and as we were going out a lady in a disabled scooter, who obviously was struggling to get through the crowds as she manipulated the machine using her only working hand – the crowd would not give way for her and didn’t even notice her suffering. I placed my trolley to make a way through for her and held up the shoppers – boy did I get it in the neck verbally from the shopping mad swines who were held up for all of a minute while the lady got through..
This left me with a bitter taste in my mouth.
Out and to the car and BJ called to get some petrol. 99.7p a litre it had come down to, BJ was pleased with this.
BJ dropped me outside the flats with me two laundry bags and bag of things from Asda. He had a lot to do preparatorily for his family for Christmas, so I thanked him and tackled getting me and me bags into the complex..
It was a bit of a struggle getting me things up to the flat but I proudly managed it without any Whoopsiedangleplops..
They were some letters on the floor when I got in and I checked them first, fearing one might be from the Solicitors again. Nothing from the bank again! Two for Margaret the previous tenant and one from Age UK. I realised then why out of the blue Steve of Age UK called me the other day to see if I was alright? It is a survey of satisfaction (Nine pages) for me to fill in when I get the chance, about the service quality.
Into the bathroom and checked out Little Inchies condition. It wasn’t good, another pair of undies for the wash and discomfort in cleaning him up again. Thought it best if I had a bath before putting on the new/old Betamethasone cream – but there was no hot water for a bath?
I soon saw why this was as I went into the kitchen to put the kettle on and saw that I’d left the hot water tap running in me rush this morning to get out to meet BJ. A few well chosen self-deprecating words were uttered!
I hung up my new trousers and put away the fodder I’d bought and took me midday medications, a little late but still.
Got some nosh in the oven, waffles, beetroot, chestnuts and polish ham on the plate ready and potato cakes to add to the waffles half way through their cooking time, and some green beans in the saucepan.
Meanwhile, I checked the TV paper and was pleased to see there were lots of things I could watch, a film, two Top Gear programmes on different channels and Open all Hours.
I enjoyed this meal, only the Polish ham let it down, due to its lack of flavour of any type!
The onset of fatigue gain returned to me and I fell asleep after eating the dinner.
Not easy cleaning the dishes etc. with using the kettle for hot water, but there you are.
Who would have thought that a man of my calibre could leave the tap running? (Coy Mode Adopted)
Woke up and it was dark. Took me evening medications and noticed the hot water was warming up, so thought I’d give it a while and get the bath running again..
I fell asleep watching the Open all Hours on the TV and think I dreamt of my Cyber-mate Lynton Cox. Oh boy, was he having a go at me, I was in front of a giant blackboard and Lynton was drawing food on it and telling me off about something, much finger wagging took place and I managed to escape down into a sewer somehow and he locked the trapdoor I’d climbed down? Moments later he opened it and threw down my hearing aids and walking stick to me? The Doctor who treated Little Inchy so cruelly on Monday appeared and chased me down a passageway… I’m sure much more took place in this dream, but cannot remember details.
I made a cuppa and lay there thinking to myself “Well I’ll never get to sleep again now…” But I was wrong, I nodded off again! Huh!
