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Inchcock Today Wed 27 Apr 16: Another odd day, Hey-ho!

Wednesday 27 April 2016

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I dun this representation of the dream last night

The one dream I could recall, was of me running about in caves being chased by various beasts, but I managed to fend them off with my walking stick?

I sprang awake around 0315hrs and immediately hobbled to get the laptop on and create a pathetic graphic of the dream. Enjoyed doing this one for some reason.

Had to nip a few times for a tinkle while doing it, and continued to limp back and forth to the porcelain for the rest of the day. Bladder bother maybe?

Made a cuppa, took the medications and titivated the kitchen.

Decided not to go out today, just in case Age UKs Steve rings about the house sale. Not that I’m confident that I’ll hear anything from him, he’s a busy lad. He’s withholding his email address from me too. Also reminded myself that I need to ring BJ later. (Far too early yet)

Started this diary off then finished yesterday’s and got it posted.

Doing a lot of drinking again today, no wonder I need to wee so often is it; there must be a connection?

Had a cracking dizzy spell while making yet another drink, nearly went over, had to sit for a while. Not right that, took far longer for me to recover than usual. Still, alright now, I know, I’ll take an extra Ramipril.

Decided to do the BP and got 150/70, pulse 72 and temperature 35. The room thermometer read 58º.

I was so annoyed at myself because my mate Duncan (Robertson) had given me a guide for what the readings should be, and I couldn’t find it? I just know I’d put it somewhere safe, Humph! Mind you; I must admit to not using the BP machine for a while, and it took me ages to find that. Huh!

I did a search on Google: “bp 150/70” and the first item up was the one above? A bit worried now.

So I did another search; “Temperature for 70-year-old male” I couldn’t find any temps related specifically to older men and got confused with what I did read on different sites. One site suggested ordinary people should have a 98º temperature, mine being 57º this morning caused more worry?

All this, and I felt so good yesterday?

I’ll ask the nurse on my next visit if I remember.

Oh, marvellous, now the Reflux Valve is giving me some gip! Tsk!

Went to make another hot drink, and I noticed frost on the grass outside.

No wonder the temperature is so low in the kitchen is it?

Can you spot the wildlife in the photo? It’s only tiny, but it is there. Hehe!

I then got on with doing some more graphicalisationing for the TFZ site in between the blowing of the nose and sneezing.

Well that went well, the Coreldraw froze and I lost the work! Gnash gnash!

0819hrs: Steve Age UK rang, he’d left a voice message yesterday telling me to ring him, despite his knowing I can’t hear the voicemails. The damnable obstructive buyer of the house, now wants me so sign something else about the access to the house with her and my solicitors. Arranged to meet Steve at the lawyer’s office Thursday at 1200hrs.

Now I can get out and do some shopping – must have a bath and do my ablutions first, though. All done, titivated me up, wrapped up warm and set out to get the bus. Called in on Olive to see if she wanted anything bringing back, she didn’t, but her cleaners were in working, and they said although I’ll have to pay, they could arrange to do me once a week and will work out a price for me. Mmm?

Down to the bus-stop, having a natter with other tenants as we waited. Caught the L9 bus outward bound and dropped off in Arnold. Called in the Fulton Food Shop, they had some tinned potatoes and garden peas on offer, along with the lamb shanks in mint and rosemary gravy, boil-in-the-bag at only £2.99, so I got a box.

Outside and limped over to Asda and went in, to muse, hobble and shop some more. Irish Batch Bread, Panini Rolls (To soak up the gravy in today’s lamb shank Crock-Pot Casserole), Tomato puree, Bisto caramelised and Lamb granules, a pack of ready cubed carrots and swede, a bag of baby carrots, red onion, four Marmite Cashew nuts, lemon desserts and a turnip.

Well loaded, I caught a bus back to Sherwood and walked back to the flats up through Woodthorpe Grange Park. Nearly got caught by a Sherwood Pavement Cyclist as shot by close to me and at great speed! Humph!

Stopping en route to watch the dogs and owners having fun wagging their tails. (The dogs that were, not the owners!)

Up to the top and right down the gravel path, I had to stop to catch me breathe.

The tinned potatoes, petit pois and carrots that were the problem.

Off again in a couple of minutes.

Down the path and to the Community Shed, but no one was in. As I came out Dean was on her way back to the hut, so I had a quick natter with her. Explained about the cancelled appointments and new appointments being made at short notice also the solicitors meeting and my concern about the shower being done and my being there for it over the three/four days it will take? She told me to inform her when I get the letter from the Repair Team. I thanked her and went up to the flats 12th floor, and called to see Olive, as I had bought her a pack of ready cubed Carrots & Swede for her Crock-Pot casseroles.

To the flat and put the vegetables back on, and the lamb shank on a slow simmer in the saucepan.

Kept checking them regularly while on the laptop updating this and going on Facebook for the TFZ site. On one visit, I stirred the Crock-Pot vegetables and cleaned the wooden spoon as I felt an urgent message via the bladder, to attend the bathroom.

The weather turned only momentarily to snow!

Returned to the laptop and did some more on it, then after half an hour or so, went to check the cooking again… to find I’d left the hot tap running! No hot water to clean up when I do get the fodder. Tsk!

I phoned BJ to see if he was alright again. No answer, but he rang back later. All okay. It was me who got it wrong about the laundry, it is next week. Fancy me getting confused! (Ah-hem) He’s coming to the Social hour tomorrow. Looking forward to that I am.

Put away the fodder purchased after taking this photographicalisation of it.Then I did an email and sent it to the doctors surgery to book my next INR blood test. Waiting for reply.

Then I did an email and sent it to the doctors surgery to book my next INR blood test. Waiting for reply.

I put the Batch Bread in the freezer… trapping my finger in the between the draws as I closed them.

Set about getting the nosh ready for consuming.

The minted lamb shank in gravy was tiny, you could hardly see it in this photograph. Hehe! But tasted so sweet.

I ate it all along with all four of the small panini cobs.

A veritable feast! Not wishing to sound like an aretaloger, but I got the whole thing done to perfection, the vegetables, the gravy and the lamb. Top Rating I think for any of me meals? 9.55/10. Fair enough, it was trial and error and I may never get any meal cooked as well again, I have learnt that when doing Lamb, Rosemary and mint go well together as part of the seasoning.

It turned cold suddenly and I put the dressing gown and woolly cap on.

Watched some Rumpole of the Bailey episodes and enjoyed the first two, on the third I fell asleep so often, I gave up and got me head down in the 1959 imitation leather brown E-plan arm chair with the broken arms and feet. Hehe!

But then couldn’t nod off, humph! So I sat musing and fretting over the upcoming meeting tomorrow with Steve Age UK and FraserBrown the imitation solicitors and what hassle will prevent itself this time?

Take care all, TTFN.

Inchcock Today Tue 26 April 2016: A hobble to the Arno Hill Park to photograph the ducks and pigeons was the highlight of the day

 Tuesday 26 April 2016

0255hrs: With a jolt I sprang awake. All I could recall about the dream I was having, was fire, a talking gargoyle and confusion. I took to the gargoyle and we chatted in the inferno about many different things before he ate me?

I sat there in my broken 1959 imitation brown leather G-plan armchair and checked out the lower regions: Only a few specks of blood, so a good start to the day I thought.

Managed to remember that BJ was going to ring me yesterday about lifting me to the launderette this morning, I couldn’t remember him doing so?.

Spent a while thinking of the man from the Council (Benjamin) had told me yesterday about the bathroom conversion. The actual shower area will be minuscule, not that it could be anything else with the tiny bathroom in the first place. The thought of going four days without a toilet and sink caused me some consternation about how to overcome the difficulty?

Eventually, I stirred myself and went to the porcelain then made a cup of tea and took the medications. Got the laptop on and did the graphic about the dream while it was freshish in my mind. I wondered if Steve Age UK might call me today if he’s heard anything about the house sale from FraserBrown the comical, expensive and uncaring solicitors yet like they said they would?

As I made another brew, I realised that Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were both in a good mood this morning and not giving me much bother at all. It was time for Rea Flux to have a go at me, and he was having fun with me. Tsk!

The incredibly annoying Virgin Internet connection keeps going down at the moment, Huh and Humph

I took a bath and waited for BJ to ring, but he didn’t, so I rang him, but no reply.

Decided to go for a walk into Arnold, and feed the ducks on the way at Arno Hill Park.

Great steady walk, and got some beautiful photographs, it was just grand!

So many new types of wild fowl at Arno Hill Park pond today.

The flowers in this photograph were found on the Bupa Hospital property on the top of the edge of the wall on Mansfield Road on my hobble to Arnold.

The best find was this colourful duck, I think it is called a Mandarin?

Apart from the Canada Geese that bullied the smaller breeds to get to the food I fed them.

I was very impressed with how all the others ducks and fowls got on so well with each other and the pigeons too.

A wonderful hobble out today.

As I walked out and towards the bus-stop, the high spirits evaporated as the worries returned. I’d heard nothing from Steve Age UK or FraserBrown the lying solicitors about the sale of the house progressing, Steve and the lawyer said at the last meeting that arrangements would be made for a meeting Wednesday this week, but I’ve heard nothing from either, fancy that. Deja Vu?

I must try again to contact BJ, who didn’t arrive this morning as he said he would, I hope he’s not got any bother or is poorly.

Caught the bus back to the flats. The wind was getting up.Got

Laptop on updated this tosh.

Got the nosh prepared and cooking.

Fretting over things again, so I delved into the DVD shelves and selected a ‘Rumpole of the Bailey’ DVD to watch and immerse myself into.

The fodder was baked potatoes, baked BBQ flavoured beans and the chicken discs in crispy batter.

Some bread thins and a lemon dessert to follow.

It was awesome, apart from I’d overcooked the chicken thingies a bit.

Still gave it a 9/10 rating.

To the porcelain, the bladder was a little overactive.

Back to the DVD and wallowed in nostalgia, managing to forget my worries for a bit.

I did nod off for an hour or so, but now I’ve worked out how the remote thingy works, no problem.

Hey-ho!

Inchcock Today Mon 25 April 16: Doctor, Nurse then Chemist visited – Incorporating To Whoopsiedangleplops!

Monday 25 April 2016

Woke again around 0630 hrs, started to recall a bit of a dream – when the sickening sensation of warmth and wetness made itself known from my lower regions. 

Carefully pulled myself out of the broken 1959 imitation brown leather G-plan armchair to go to the bathroom to tend to Little Inchies bleeding lesion and didn’t realise I’d still got the headphones on.

Whoopsiedangleplop number one of the day started early this Monday didn’t I?

Bending down to pick the stuff up only made Little Inchy bleed again. Tsk!

Still, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Haem Aroid were not giving me any bother.

Did my medicationalising and ablutionisationing, made a cuppa, then took the medications, and got the laptop on to update this.

Got a call from the Nottingham City Homes people, they want to call and talk about the bathroom being changed into a shower. Checked the diary and agreed to be back at 1300hrs to meet Benjamin.

So, Doctor at 1000hrs, the nurse INR test at 1015hrs, then back ASAP to meet the NCH chap at the flat.

Got the hearing aids reassembled after cleaning and decoking, got my list and paperwork for the surgery and notes to remember to tell Dr Vindla.

Took the rubbish bags to the chute. Set off around 0915 hours to walk to the surgery.

Not a bad morning weather wise and only the hills bothered me en route.

Arrived at the surgery in plenty of time. Took a seat and did some cross-wording. Dr Vindla called me in and gave me a cheery welcome, saying “Well, what is it now” with a smile on her face. I do love her. 

She took a look through some microscope thing at the spot on me face. After a while, he told me it is a different type of skin cancer to the ones I’ve got already and may need sorting straight away when I get to the appointment at the Skin-Melanoma Clinic at the Queens Medical Centre. He tried to book it there and then, but the system would not allow her to, so she told me to book online as soon as I get home She printed out the details and highlighted the things that I’ll need when booking it. Booking reference number, password, and email address. 

We then moved onto the problem of Little Inchy bleeding. She is to consult with some department and will get back in touch to give me their decision on the next move.

Then she made a prescription for some more Daktacort Corticoid cream, Codeine Phosphate painkillers and Magnesium Sulphate Injection packs and Warfarin Tablets, and sent it through the ether to the chemist for me.

We discussed the dizzy spells, and she thought the new medications for the injections might help.

I thanked her and she reminded me I had to see the nurse later for the INR blood test and to return to the waiting room. As I left the door, the nurse was there and beckoned me to follow her into the treatment room. I got the lovely lady nurse as opposed to the Obergruppenfurher like one again today, lucky me.

She took the blood and had a bit more bother in stopping it bleeding afterwards than usual. She asked me how I was and about the house sale, bless her.

Handed her the nibble bag. Then off to the chemists to pick up the prescriptions, then into Lidl to get some fodder in.

Caught the bus into Sherwood and then the L8 bus back up the hill to the flats. Offered some nibbles to my fellow tenants on the bus.

Once in the apartment, I put away the extra medications and food I’d bought earlier on.

To the bathroom for a wee-wee and doctor Little Inchy up, cleaning and applying the Daktacort cream.

Laptop on and updated this load of inconsequentialness.

Whoopsidangleplop number two of the day. Then started preparing the vegetables for the Crock-Pot. No cutting off my finger/thumb or any other bodily parts today either, however, when slicing the parsnips up, a bit shot off the counter and has never been seen since?

Benjamin from Nottingham City Homes arrived and was fascinated by the view from the kitchen window and wanted to take a photograph, he did. Then I handed him the binoculars so he could see the motorway on the horizon.

He gave me an A4 sheet with the details of what will take place and the hassle involved. 4 days without a shower or bath, redecorating and tiling at my expense and own arrangements, WC and toilet to be removed and reinstalled later and many more things, but he did not give me a copy to keep for myself. Huh! Nice enough sort of chap, though.

The Crock-Pot on, I made another cuppa and once more updated this illuminating diary.

Rang Sister Jane to update her on the Dentist time change and the Blood Cancer appointment that is due shortly. Kept stirring the Crock-pot.

So, it was slow cooker cooked seasoned vegetables: swede, parsnips, carrots, turnips, pea, red peppers, red and white onions and mushrooms in a beef flavoured (Salt, vinegar, rosemary, basil, Bovril, tomato puree, mixed spice) Gravy and the two cobs, to soak up the juices. A beef slice and all this made the meal get a rating of 9.33/10. The cleaning up afterwards took ages.

Not more bleeding from Haem Aroid, and only a the tiniest drop from Little Inchy.

Managed to get off to sleep a bit easier too tonight.

Inchcock Today Sun 24 April 2016: Odd sort of stay in day are Sundays. (No buses and I felt too drained to go for a walk)

Something to think on, from 2015

Inchock Today: Sun 24 April 2016

Inchy’s hemerine daily waffle

Waking at 0325hrs, the bladder and Little Inchy needing attention, I made my way without any hassle from Arthur Itis to the bathroom and responded to their needs.

While doing so, a bit of a dream came back to me. I was in charge it seemed, in a vast emporium of Roman looking senators. They all wanted to invent water taps and give them to the proletariat? We all appeared to know about them somehow? I argued against them because it would cause the masses to start washing and thought this would lead to Waterhea disease, whatever that is or might be, and cause a shortage of water for the Mallard ducks? That’s all I could recall, another odd one.

Washed the things I’d left soaking in the sink and I stood looking out of the window at the lights as they were twinkling away and pondered on life for a few seconds.

Then gave up! Hehe!

Brewed a cup of char and took the medications while I thought of it.

Got the laptop going, despite the Virgin Internet Connection not being too keen on the idea again (Huh!). Checked the emails to see if the Queen or Cameron had got in touch.

Made a start again on the post about the past. It took me another four hours to get done and posted.

Got the nosh started early: NZ Leg of lamb steaks, roasted swede, parsnips, turnips, onions, carrots and green beans, boiling some potatoes and mushrooms to add to it.

Set about cleaning the fridge, Whoopsiedangleplop! I dropped a jar of beetroot on the floor and got juice and beetroot all over the place. Took me longer to clean this up than it did to clean the fridge, Tsk!

Fatigue hit me out of the blue again, and Little Inchy started pouring out blood from his poor lesion.

The roast vegetables got a bit burnt, but the other stuff was okay.

The lamb was excellent.

Rated this one a 9.33/10 and ate it all up like a good little pensioner.

Back in the bathroom to sort out Little Inchy (Painfully, hehe).

Settled down to watch a DVD without falling asleep as I would normally expect.

Tried reading one of the books eventually, that did it. Managed to nod off around 0100hrs.

Woke around 0300hrs, and flipping heck, I could feel the warm wet sensation that Little Inchies lesion had released.

Humph!

Inchcock Today Thursday April: Looks like being a hectic and worrying day to me!

Thursday 21 April 2016

Bad night for repeatedly waking up, and in between, the dreams kept coming.

Ulcer and Anne Gyna both giving me bother when I woke around 0530hrs.

WC’d made a cuppa and got the laptop on to finish off the diary – the stomach began rumbling, and I visited the throne. The mind was torturing me as I sat there, Got to meet Steve at the solicitors for ten o’clock. Got to get the Gas bill (Red letter) sorted ASAP. Must remember to leave the flat no later than 0900hrs, can’t have a bath before 0700hrs, but must get the ablutions tended to then and ready all the things for the solicitor and all me British Gas (You know the one, that’s owned by the French) paperwork folder with me as well… on and on the mind rattled away, and the ulcer and Anne Gyna continued to hassle me.Not feeling too good at all, but hopefully if I get the solicitors and Gas bill sorted, things might feel better?

Not feeling too good at all, but hopefully, if I can get the solicitors and Gas bill sorted, things might feel better?

When things eventually moved the blood flowed from both Haem Aroid and Little Inchy. This did nothing to cheer me up or bring me out of ‘Panic Status’.

I decided around 0610hrs to take my bath and do the ablutions early, so I can concentrate on things that need doing and make notes to take with me for Steve Age UK, not that he has time to do anything for me today other than to go with me to the FraserBrown solicitors, he’s already made that plain the other day.

Sister Jane rang to wish me luck today bless her.

I got the ablutions done early so I could take my time and have a bit of a soak in the bath, I wish I could clear my mind and wash away the concerns, angst and worries.

Smelling sweetly, now. Hehe!

Took the three bags out to the rubbish chute and made a cuppa as I had the time before going out to walk through the park and into Sherwood to catch the bus to town at 0930hrs when the Pensioners Free Bus Pass could be utilised.

While in the bath, the radio warned of the weather going to be a lot colder today, so I made sure I’d got my usual masses of clothes gloves and hat on for the trip to see FraserBrown. Departed at 0855hrs, that should leave me adequate time to get to the bus stop.

Though Woodthorpe Grange Park, left up the hill and down it to the bus stop in Sherwood.

Arriving with plenty of time, so I nipped into the paper shop and got a TV magazine for next week.

Got into town around 0945hrs and poddled through the square and up Friar Lane to the solicitors. Steve was waiting at the top of the lane for me. I told him about the red Gas charge and he said let’s get the solicitors done first, so we did.

Good job he was with me too, I can tell yer. We went into a room and my Solicitor Karen Brammer got me to sign a form about the sale, and the buyer Kelly’s lawyer entered the room with a Bible for me to swear on and sign another form. He then departed swiftly. Karen explained about the ongoing access problem now being solved, but the buyer was now concerned about the triangular bit of land at the gable-end and the access gate at the end of it. I explained that there has never been a gate there, it is a narrow fence! She changed the wording on two bits of paper from gate to fence and I had to sign that I’d never had anyone asking or complaining about this land.

I also had to supply the door key to them or the Building Society.

Also, I had to sign for a Providence Insurance, the cost of which will be taken off the monies received along with the costs of the solicitors, assessors, and other legal fees. I think it was £69 or £169. I didn’t get a copy so can’t be sure. But she said this will solve any issues on this subject. I needed to take the utility meter readings and supply them, then hopefully next Wednesday the contract can be signed and legalised?

She will contact Steve Age UK and he will let me know for sure.

What a  palaver!

What happened next after we had left and was walking into the slab square down Friar Lane, may take some believing, but it’s true enough: Steve said he’s call to see me around 1600hrs today. I spotted the Boots Opticians shop and remembered I had to get some replacement glasses for the ones I sat on the other day. So I told him and crossed the road to get back up to Boots. As I walked up the street, two young girls stopped me, schoolgirls, both tall and spoke perfect English. They were on a trip from Belgium and wanted to ask me some questions, so I answered them. Wished them well, and walked in the opposite direction of Boots down the hill into the City Centre, forgetting all about the glasses again! I told you it was hard to believe, Tsk!

The sun nearly came out as I was taking a photograph looking up from the front of the Council House, with its British flag fluttering to celebrate Her Majesties birthday.

She owns over 84 billion pounds worth of residential premises you know.

I bet she doesn’t get as much hassle from them all put together as I have suffered selling my little place. Jealous? Me?

Hehe!

There were 25 minutes before the L9 bus was due, and I foolishly had a walk around the book shop next to the Council House. Oh dear!

Another few quid were spent. Huh!

The sun faded a bit and the clouds thickened as I arrived at the bus stop,

 and it arrived a few moments later.

I got on, settled and had a good read of one of the books en route.

I was enjoying and nearly missed the stop at the flats!

However, I did remember to call to try and see Deana about the more rathe worrying letter Red letter demand for payment that I’d had from the French-owned British Gas company.

She was very calm and pointed out that it should have been delivered to Nottingham Homes and not me. Despite it showing my address? I was a tad confused but so pleased that it wasn’t my bill.

She did ring them for me, to confirm this, bless her.

I nearly almost started to feel a bit better in the mind and thanked her and returned to the flat.

Where a letter arrived offering me up to 44% off if I rejoined the RAC!

I was a bit peckish, but with Steve coming around 1600hrs, I thought I’d wait until he’s gone and then get the fodder done as it will not take long today, as the plan is to do some smoked bacon in the oven and have it with a tin of beans or tomatoes perhaps, with some Irish Batch Bread.

Got the laptop on and updated this twaddle, made a cuppa and took the medications, a little early, but best do it while I thought of it.

Reflections on the day so far:

  • At last, the house sale seems to be moving, but of course, FraserBrown had told me this several times before over the ten months since I accepted the bid in the first place. No confidence yet. Can’t relax yet
  • So pleased the situation about the British Gas bill has been clarified as not mine!
  • Felt such a fool when I went to the opticians and got side tracked. Huh!
  • The health problems are still lingering, but I hope when and if the house gets sorted and sold, things will improve.
  • Lovely messages from the TFZ gals, and help from Deana and Steve is so valued.

Steve arrived to pick u the keys. We had a gossip and he said he’d get back to me when things needed signing over the old house, then he would go through the things that will be needed to be cancelled with me.

I got the nosh on, having tomatoes and pork loin with some Wieska.

Soaking up the tomatoes with the Irish Batch Bread made pork loin sarnies made this meal so good.

Rated this one as a 9.1/10

Took the medications and sat doing nothing at all or a few hours, apart from trying to get to grips with the wandering mind, before nodding off.

I failed to get to grips!

Inchcock Today Wed 20 Apr 2016: Bad news in the mail, Tsk!

Wednesday 20 April 2016

0320hrs: Woke from the dreams and reflected on some of them being different for once, not good, but different at least. One, I can recall some details of. I was carrying people by grabbing them with my arms around their mid-drift and running along uphill on some grass in a field, I wondered why I was doing this as I was doing this. Then it got a bit scary as dozens of individuals wanted a lift, people were stopping their vehicles on the motorway nearby to run over the field and scraps ensued as they tried to get next in line sort of thing?

I didn’t dream anything like or about the photo on the above right, but I wish I had. Hehehe!

My mind shifted to the things I had to remember for today. I had planned to go to the launderette in Carrington to get the washing done, changed my mind and decided I would use the Laundry Room at the flats straight away, being around 0350hrs, I thought the machines would or should be free. I must get the telephone number of my mystery phone caller and hand it to Deana. And I must get the kitchen cleaned today.

I moved, remarkably almost painlessly to the WC, thanks to Arthur Itis, Rea Flux, and Anne Gyna all being kind to me. Mind you Little Inchy and Haem Aroid were both bleeding away, so I medicationalised them both. Made a cuppa (Trying not to notice the state of the kitchen), and took the morning medications.

Got the clothes, crossword book, and cleaners ready and went down in the lift to the laundry room. Eerily quiet on the way down, and a bit nippy in the lift. All the machines were free, but I had to clean the filters out first due to the previous users being unable or too idle to do it after using them. Got the washing going and retired to the foyer to sit and do some cross wording.

As I sat there, a bloke came through the foyer to go outside, I’m not sure who got the biggest shock, him or me, at seeing another fool up and about at this ungodly hour. Hehe! We managed to mutter greetings to each other.

I took a couple of photographs outside the front doors, there should have been a squirrel on top of one of the concrete posts, but he was far too quick for me.

Moved the washing into the dryers. While I could, I used bothe dryers, one for the heavy stuff like the jeans and dressing gown. Then returned to the flat.

As I was updating, well starting this diary off, I felt the horribly intimidating wet and warmth between the legs. Little Inchy was bleeding again. So I had to clean things up and dry everything off carefully before applying the cream once more. A painful job, but it had to be done. I hope Inchy isn’t going to be a bother today, things medically have started off so well. Huh! We’ll see how it goes.

Posted some photographs to the TFZ site, then returned down to check the laundry.

All done and finished, I removed the clothes and folded them into the bag. It was nice to get the jeans out dried properly. I cleaned both filters and sprayed some air freshener around then made sure I’d left no mess and returned up to number 72.

Put the clean clobber away in the airing cupboard and hung up the jeans and dressing gown. Made another cuppa and back on the laptop and updated this tosh.

While typing, ‘Made a cuppa and back onto the laptop to update this tosh’ Grammarly informed me that: “To-infinitive instead of the bare form” I know I’ve not had any education as such, but what do they mean?

Brewed another drink, and then made some graphicalisations for later use on CorelDraw 8 and Paint 8.

Got the ablutions done, then called to see Deana a the Community Shed, but all locked up. I returned to the flat and updated this, then decided as it looks such a beautiful day, and no appointments on the calendarI’d have a slow meandering walk into town. A bit far, but it will be interesting to see how long it takes me.

TTFN, back later. (Pease let it be! Hehe!)

Met a fellow tenant on the way, he said the City bound L9 had not turned up. I walked with him to the number 40 bus stop, looked at the time table I keep in my jacket and found he only had eight minutes to wait for and gave him the timetable to keep, as I could get another. (Hehe, silly me, I should have added if I remember, which I didn’t. Huh!) Wish him well and plodded on down the hill in Sherwood and called at BJ’s house to tell him about my not being able to get to the Social Hour, just in case he was going to come. He was not at home, though.

Pressed on up the hill and down into Carrington and I called in at the Chemists to ascertain when the next prescription would be coming. (What me forgotten… Hehe). I made a note and put the date on the Google Calendar later.

Onward into town. Near the Rock Cemetery, a Burke on a bike nearly had me from the rear as passed by, rather too close to me for my liking, the Swine!

Pressed on up the hill over the lights and down towards the City Centre.

Arriving at the Victoria Centre (Mall) I cut through the bus station into the shopping area. As I did, I noticed a wood pigeon way down near the old train station brickwork on the masses of weed that was prolifically growing, forcing its way through the thousands of nub ends that had been tossed over the wall where the nicotine nellies accumulate to have a last drag before going in to catch their buses. In fact, one bloke threw his over as I was taking the picture here.

If any workers in the future dig up this area, they will all die of nicotine poison. Hehe!

I checked the time, and it had taken me only 1 hour and twenty-two minutes to get there from the flats, not bad I thought. Considering I had a natter with the tenant, diverted a bit to call at BJ’s and didn’t rush in the slightest. Perhaps I got the timing wrong come think of it, surely I didn’t do it that quickly? Hey-ho!

Had a wander through the top mall, window shopping and perusing the open market, then left through the walk-over passage at the end and took this photo, that shows the many different colours of buses in Nottingham. Confusing for us old ones yer know!

The day was warming up nicely and I began to think maybe I shouldn’t have put so many clothes on today. Tsk!

Three police cars arrived at the centre as I got to the bottom of the stairs the other side. The officers all went into the Boot’s superstore.

I ventured into the Pound Shop and spent a bit. Got Citrus scented fresh air sprays, som minced beef and onion slices and a few nibbles for the gals and medical staff. Also, a multi-card reader for the laptop! It can’t be any good at £1 can it? I’ll try it later on. Oh, and a pack of caramelised plain biscuits.

As I started to walk in the direction of the L9 bus stop, another damned Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he weaved between the poor pedestrians.

The Git!

There was a massive queue at the stop, so being as there were eight minutes to the ETA for the bus, I hobbled to the first stop. No one was waiting there at all so I could get one of the wider seats to get me bags next to me legs. Cunning eh?

At the Victoria stop where I’d walked from instead of waiting, the bus actually filled up. Did some cross-wording and didn’t fall asleep either! We were soon arriving at the flats where I was the only passenger to get off the bus.

Up to the flat and got the bits put away, WC’d and made a cuppa.

I rang BJ and we had a little gossip. Got the laptop on and I’d gotten a message from Duncan Robertson. He is retiring now on April 28th. Boy, is he looking forward to this! He’s going early so he can get the holidays owed to him. Say’s if all goes well he’ll be up to visit me Saturday after next – Yippy!

Made another drink and got this updated again.

Three letters arrived in the post:

Bank letter, statement. A bit of a shock!

British Gas letter, informing me I owe them £180.60 and they will be charging me for none-payment from now until it is paid. I thought Steve or Deana had sorted this and I got a new payment plan?

Age Uk letter – just waffle.

Panicking now I called Deana and Steve on phone no replies. Went to the Community Hut, all locked up. Got all the paperwork I have in the folder to take with me when I see Steve in the AM. Sent Deana an email about it.

Really well pissed and worried, I got the veg ready and into the oven and in the saucepan and returned while it is cooking with the lamb casserole to update this yet again.

Called Janet to tell her about the problem. She wants to know how I get myself into the messes I do. (So do I, Hehe!)

Tried to concentrate on the nosh and it came out alright.

Minced lamb, sliced potatoes, carrots, parsnip, swede, onion, peppers, bread thins and peas, followed by a vanilla dessert that I dipped two caramelised biscuits in.

Happy with the meal, but twisted inside with the thought of the solicitor and Steve Age UK and having to get the Gas bill sorted, the duodenal ulcer kicked off.

Humph!

Inchcock Today Tues 19 Apr 16: Tired out later, poor old chap!

Tuesday 19 April 2016 

Slept far longer than average last night, through necessity I think, I was so worn out and weary after yesterday’s almost debilitating series of mental and physical disappointments, ailments, and frustrations.

It took me a long time to remove myself from my scratched broken 1959 imitation armchair I was ensconced in (Arms are getting ever closer to collapsing or imploding). I lay thinking of the ambivalent dreams I’d had for a while, they are not suitable for relating to others on this occasion.

I must remember to go see Deana about the calls from the Nottingham City Council I’d been having and missing, and see if she recognises the number of the caller on the mobile.

Feeling so tired still.

To the kitchen, kettle on, then to the bathroom porcelain. The body seemed to ache all over as I moved my a short, plump wobbly little body around the flat this morning.

The stomach still grinding a bit, Arthur Itis still in attendance at me knees, ankles, and hands, however, Anne Gyna was being kind to me, Little Inchy bleeding only a tiny drop or two, and Roger Reflux is working well. It’s the mind that giving me concern, in case I’ve forgotten something that needed doing today?

I know I have to see Deana, go to the Optician to order some new spectacles and a thought lays loosely in my head somewhere about my having to go to Arnold for summat?

The tummy seems to be growing a bit more agitated as the morning goes on, it might be an idea just to have some soup for nosh later today, but I’d put the money on me having roast vegetables and sausages or something like that.

I tried Facebook to see if it would be playing up again, although running a bit slow, it allowed me to.

Not feeling very percipient at the moment. But I did remember what had to go to Arnold for today, some fresh vegetables from Asda (Walmart).

I took a quick but invigorating bath, used the new bath creme thingy I got from the Pound Shop. After having the tub, it took me ages to remove the suds down the plughole. Still, no complaints at all about this morning’s ablutions. I got into it with relative ease, out of it without much hassle or pain at all. Little Inchy didn’t bleed much when I medicated him, and no bother from Haem Aroid either! Put the jeans in the dirty washing, noticed the laundry bag was getting full.

Plodded down to go see Deana, and she was in the foyer chatting to some of the Woodthorpe Court lady tenants. I waited until they had finished and asked her about the City Council number. She noted the number and said she’d try later to find out for me. She scurried off, cause she’s very busy. I gave them all a choice of Quality Street nibbles, and we all moved out to catch the bus.

The sky from the bus stop looked fantastic again.

I wondered where those people that were inside the plane crossing the sky were bound for.

The others had a natter and caught the City bound bus. I waited, doing some crossword fun and caught the outward bound L9 into Arnold.

I went into the cheapo food shop and got some tins of potato cubes in water and one of baby carrots. Then hobbled over to Asda (Walmart) and spent rather too much again Huh! I got some lemon desserts, a pack od four small pots of honey and lemon flavoured yoghourts, honeyed cashew nuts, Marmite ones too. A small loaf of Irish Batch bread then I went to the greengrocery section. I got a tiny turnip, a parsnip and a pack of small carrots. (I think I might be overdoing the vegetable Hehe!) So it looks like oven roasted or Crock-Potted veg with something tonight?

When I’d paid and wobbled to the bus stop, there was a sign in the shelter telling us that the bus-stop will not be in use for four days while road works take place from the 19th to the  23rd of April. But there were no road works taking place, and some of the buses did stop. This confused the prospective passengers waiting at the shelter, a bit and me. Luckily the L9 stopped to pick me up – or rather maybe to drop off some others, and I nipped on quick as I could.

On the way back through Daybrook, St Paul’s Church looked radiant in the sunshine. I took a photo through the bus window. I associate cold weather with St Pauls, cause I go to the remembrance service there, which is as you know, in November.

On the way back the bus was nearly hit by someone in a new Mini, who belted passed the parked at the bus stop bus and tried to swerve in front of him as he pulled away to turn left. Papping horns ensued, and I verbally agreed with the bus-driver that the Mini was a naughty Mini driver!

When the bus got to the flats…

Traffic commotion and the Fire Brigade in attendance.

As I walked back to take the photographs, one of the tenders was pulling off, the other one remained. But… luckily they were at the Winchester Flats and not my Woodthorpe ones.

Weariness overcame me when I got in the apartment. Severely, so suddenly drained.

I put away the fodder and got the laptop on to update this before I fell asleep.

I got an unsolicited phone call an Asian woman asking if she was talking to the owner of the house. I told her this is not a house and rang off. I nearly told her to go forth and multiply but managed to resist the urge.

I got the vegetables prepared and in the oven. A few whole baby carrots, two slices of turnip (A first for me), sliced onions and slices of parsnips. Luckily I still had a good supply of medicated plasters and TCP in stock. Humph!

Got the fodder sorted and watched an Auf Wiedersehen Pet DVD.

I stayed awake for two episode, then drifted off into the wonderful land of nod – well, it should have been the wonderful land of nod, but I kept waking up during the dreams or nightmares, and they were not all good ones.

Inchcock Today Mon 18 Apr 16: Not a lot went right today again – Humph!

Monday 18 April 2016

No sleep – Dentist – Bus to Mansfield – Shopping – cleaning windows, rumbling innards, Little Inchy bled, Whoopsiedangleplops, Arthur Itis & Anne Gyna for company, tired and weary, ageing, had the shakes, broke his glasses, sat on them, Internet connection went down for 3 hours+, panic attack, good & bad news from the Steve Age UK & the Solicitor about the house sale, and have to miss Thursdays Social Hour!

Got up around 0300hrs, after a night of dreams and a few sessions of sleeping for a few minutes at a time, a bad kip!

WC’d, blood from Little Inchy again, the toilet was not flushing properly, made a cuppa and took the medications. Had a swig of the cough remedy at the same time.

Laptop on, Coreldraw not working properly again (All bar, the group and ungroup icons that were not working), ended the Sunday diary, checked the emails and started this journal off.

Opened Facebook in the hope that it would let me actually post something photographic-wise today. It did for a short time, about half an hour or so then started adding words to what I was typing? Humph!

Checked emails and then had a bath and medicated Little Inchy. Smelling sweet then (hehe), I took out the bins to the rubbish chute.

Came back to the living room to check that I had turned off the laptop properly, sat down and felt the reading glasses as they crushed beneath my bottom and the chair! Whoopsiedangleplop number one of the day. Tsk, Huh, and Gobbleknobends!

I set out on the walk up and down through the park, left up the road and down it into Sherwood.

I got a call on the way but was too slow to hear and answer it – the number was showing, but I didn’t know it – so I rang them back and got a recorded message: “Thank you for returning the call from Nottingham City Council – we cannot answer your call but will attempt to contact you later” Or words to that effect.

Steve Age UK Councillor rang me

Just after taking the photo above of the traffic, I got another call, this time from Steve Age UK. He said the solicitors (FraserBrown) woman had called him, and he had got a call from Deana Walker, did I know what it was about. I thought it odd getting a call from Steve after so long. I told she had helped me greatly by contacting the solicitors to find out what the situation was with the house sale. He then said he had spoken with them early last week, and things were going alright. I told him they told Deana last week it should all be sorted by next Friday? He said I’ll still have to go into the solicitor’s office to sign some more paperwork about the access passage to the premises again when they let him know the date, he’ll contact me? I thanked him. My head was spinning now!

Went into the Co-op food store and purchased a short dated salad bowl and a small loaf of bread.Out and to the Dentists to explain why I had to change my appointment date with them due to the Haematology appointments coming on the same day.

Out and to the Dentists to explain why I had to change my appointment time with them due to the Haematology appointments coming on the same day. I have to admit, the reception staff at this dentist outlet are such natural givers of contempt with their sneers and withering look giving abilities. They remind me Nazi concentration camp guards. Which, may be a deliberate and clever ploy from them – cause if you’re scared to death of the office staff, chances are your fear of the dentist will be less? No? Just a thought like.

Into Wilko and bought the fifth tin opener since moving into the flat, all the earlier ones have stopped working or fell to bits. Also got a mini-whisk so I can mix my gravy for the Crock-pot in a narrower tub when I don’t need to make so much. All good value mine, the tin-opener was £1 and the whisk only 39p. 

Hobbled over to the bus stop and caught a Pronto bus into Mansfield. Getting a couple of crosswords done en route! Well, I’d already started them and had several goes over the months, so I finished a couple anyway.

In Mansfield, I left the bus station and walked down to the precinct and went in B & M to look for some bargains. There wasn’t any! However, I did treat myself to a bottle of ‘Cattlemen’s Master Reserve Kansas City Classic BBQ Sauce’ Mouthful innit?  Original Trademark of Memphis in May was printed on the bottle? Hope it tastes good. Also a packet of Maryland Big & Chunky Cookies and some fancy soups.

When I made my way back to the bus station, I recognised ‘Bob’ the ten-shilling note pigeon with some of his family, so slipped them some seeds and dried earthworms on the way.

The bus arrived within minutes of my getting there, and I was soon off on my way, back to Nottingham. Had another bash at the crossword book. I dropped off in Sherwood. Had a natter with another tenant who was also waiting for the L8 bus.

Back at the flats, I called to see Deana, to see if she knew the number that had been calling me on my mobile, but she was not in.

Back to the flat, WC’s then put away the bits I’d bought.

The potato and leek, and spicy parsnip soups I thought maybe I could use in the Crock-Pot while doing some other vegetables?

I’ll ask the girls on the  TFZ site later, they’ll know and explain things to me, bless em!

I managed to spill some cleaner on the kitchen floor when I was wiping the cooker, so did the floor as well. Got the shakes while doing it. Tsk!

The sky was beautiful, so I tooketh a photographicalisation of it.

Got the oven on heating up, the plan is for some oven chips, beetroot and pork loin (or Wieska sausage?) with the just out-of-date salad, bread, and butter later perhaps?

A sudden change of plans on the food front: I’ll have battered fish fingers, fish cake, the salad with beetroot and bread and butter (Well, olive spread).

Got the laptop on and checked the emails then updated this tosh to here.

Another shaking session. But still, I ain’t complaining, not feeling anywhere near as bad as yesterday.

Turned the laptop off. Got the fodder laid out to I tuck into it!

As I photographed the meal, Steve Rang. The solicitor wanted to meet me on Thursday (First thought was having to miss the Tenants Social Hour – Sob and spit!). I’ve to meet him on the day at the solicitors offices.

I turned the laptop back on to look at the Google calendar – no signal, unable to access the internet. Told Steve that I’d call him back shortly: Being confident I could sort out whatever the problem was. (I say the most stupid things at times yer know!)

The fodder had gone cold by then. (life can be a swine at times!)

Rang Steve back and just agreed to meet Thursday, anytime after eleven o’clock – he said both he and the solicitor can only manage to meet at 1000am (The starting time for the tenants meeting – Grr and shuttle-pinkies!).

Had to agree, just to get the house sale moving at long last!

Threw the dinner in the bin and had a go at sorting the lack of Connection with the Virgin Internet box thingy. I got out all the paperwork from the Virgin folder seeking a number to ring for assistance. There was a free one, and one that cost £1 an hour plus connection fee. So first, I examined the mysterious (to me) Router box and found a reset hole. So I stuck a pen in it for a few seconds and the lights all came back on the box! By the time I got the laptop going, they had gone off again! So, I turned off the power to it, waited a few moments and turned it on again. Nothing, no lights came on, all five were out.

So I rang the free helpline. Thinking like a clot, that it must be better than the old BT helpline that had foreign assistants and even if could hear their voices I couldn’t understand them. That’s the reason I swapped from BT to Virgin when I moved to the flat. This was even worse, it was all press button number options, press so and so if… Your know what I mean. But the voices were mostly indecipherable to me, and when I didn’t hear or understand something, it moved on to the next option or told me to start again! It wanted the account number and area reference to be inputted – so I gave up and started again when I found these figures. Eventually (I think) it said ‘We will assess your system, please wait.’ So I did, for forty minutes of silence. Foolishly, I tried again and the same ending. Tried a third time and the voice spoke so quickly I couldn’t make out what she was saying right at the end. The only bit I understood was ‘You must ring back!’

So I sobbed and rung off. Turned everything off apart from the box and had in place of the cold once tasty food I threw away earlier, two biscuits and a slice of Marmite. Then put a DVD on and watched it, as I stewed inside and worried in case I’d done something wrong to the system.

Fell asleep for fifteen minutes, woke up and saw all five lights on the Virgin box were now lit up! They were flickering a bit mind. Gingerly I got the laptop on and opened the internet. (Gawd it was slow, but at least it worked!) Got this updated again.

Tried doing some Facebooking, but after a while, I was just so tired and drained. 

What a messy, niggly, frustrating day I’ve begotten!

Inchcock Today – Friday 15th Apr 2016: Confusing busy day for the Nottingham lad…

Friday 15 April 2016

Stirred around 0400hrs, after a night of waking up and trying so often to recall the dreams I was having without any luck.

I felt I could still taste my first ‘Slow Cooker’ cooked lamb casserole from last night?

I was sat there thinking of what needed doing today.

Eventually, the bladder forced me up and to the porcelain. No bleeding yet this morning, well I mean not from the usual locations.

The head had been bleeding from where I clouted it yesterday, and the bob-cap had stuck to it. Huh! Cleaned it up and put some after-shave on it to stop it flowing. It stung a bit but did the job.

The slow-cooker basin I’d left soaking overnight cleaned up well.Got the kettle on and made a cuppa. 

Had a bit of a dizzy, but a very short one.

Got the kettle on and made a cuppa. Then back to the bathroom to take advantage of the throne. Had a bit of a dizzy, but only a very short one.

Sorted out the contact details needed for the Flat’s coordinator Deana to contact my pretend lawyers for me when I call to see her later, so kind of her. When I get the house sold (If I ever do), it might dulcify my life, and I need some peace of mind.

I must get the paperwork sorted into the folders later.

Laptop on and finished the Thursday diary then started this one.

Made another cup of tea and took the medications.

Checked the emails and did some Facebooking. Facebook is still struggling when I put any photo’s on it, freezes occasionally so I have to close and start it again, but less than yesterday.

Had a glorious scrub-up and soaked in the bath, shaved, teggies were done, and I medicated both of my nether regions.

On the way down to walk to the Community Hut and see Deana, I saw the washing machines were both free. So I nipped back up and got the laundry and took it down and got a machine going while I nipped to see Ms. Walker at the shed.

She was busy on her computer and told me I should have come at 0900hrs, not twenty-five past eight! I offered to return later, but she kindly got onto my problem and helped me enormously. I’m so happy and glad to have such willing help. 

Back to the flats and moved the washing from the machine to the dryer. Then up to 72 and made a cuppa and got the laptop on to update this whining diary.

Deana called, she had got a call from the solicitor, and they said I should hear from them within a week, as the problem with the access had been sorted! Deana said if I don’t hear fro them by next Friday, to let her know and she would ring them again for me.

I embarrassed myself by stretching up and giving her a peck on her cheek with my grateful thanks for the help.

Down to the laundry room and retrieved the clothes. Oh dear… The washing was as wet as it was when I put it in the dryer an hour ago. I suppose I’d got something wrong when setting it because there was no fluff in the catch box? Humph, idiot I am!

So had to do them again, this time, I used the other dryer, just in case the big one was not working properly.

Popped outside to take a photograph of some daffodils struggling through.

Back up to the flat updated this again.

Got the medicine pots ready to sort out later.

Back down to the laundry room to collect the washing again.

Just timed it spot on, the message panel just turned to Finish as I arrived in the laundry room.

After searching for an odd missing sock for a good while, I gave up, thinking I must have dropped it up in the bathroom when I sorted out the washing and powder, etc.

Cleaned the filter and refitted it.

Got back in and put the stuff in the airing cupboard and hung up the dressing gown in the hall near the heater. (It’s the only storage heater that kicks out any real warmth).

Did a bit more on this diary then started to fill the colour coded medication pots with the appropriate tablets and drugs.

Got them sorted.

Then stored them in the medical drawer number three of the Wilko £15 four drawer cabinet in the kitchen.

I remembered I’ve got Morrison delivery coming later twixt 18 > 1900hrs.

Feeling a lot happier now!

What with things supposedly moving on the house front, Deana, Sister Jane, and Pete all being so helpful, made me feel how lucky I am. Yee-Ha! 

Tried Facebook and it was playing up again!

Come think of it (The Lawer problems), they have told me twice before that it will all be settled soon. In November last year they said it would be sorted in a few weeks, then in December they said it would be solved in two weeks? I’m not so confident about it all now.

They had a call from Steve of Age UK, so apparently he’s staying on with me until the house is sorted. I haven’t heard from him and do not know his new number or email address yet?

I got the vegetables, parsnips, carrots, onions and swede coated in oil and in the oven, I was hoping the Morrisons man might come earlier, and I could get the chips in with it then when they arrive – best-laid plans eh? I should know better! I’ve turned down the oven but expect they will be beyond salvation by the time he comes. Hey-ho, my own fault!

The Morrison man arrived and helped me take the stuff into the kitchen as I had too much stuff to go on the trolley in one go.

Put the stuff away, wanting to get it done as quickly as I could before the meal burnt to a crisp.

But no, I’m not that lucky. The three for £6 lamb meals were only two, and one of them had split open and covered the other stuff in the bag with gravy. The cakes were mangled up. The bleach had leaked in its bag and caused damage to the foolishly placed in the same bag bread!

I got a feeling that things were going to get worse, it’s me high EQ yer know, I’m never wrong, but hoped I would be this time. (Ahem)

I cleaned up the mess and put some sausages in the oven to have with the veg and gravy.

So after much kerfuffle and messing about, I very belatedly got the fodder prepared. Which consisted of:

Black beans (tinned) with added tomato puree, baked beans, roasted parsnips carrots and swede, and the sausages.

I had the one undamaged batch loaf that had been delivered, (despite it being misshapen, it warmed up well in the oven for a few minutes), and enjoyed the meal so much.

The vegetables had crisped up very pleasantly. I rated this as one of my best-tasting meals ever! 9.55/10!

Getting late now, I tried to watch a New Tricks DVD, but soon nodded off.

TTFN all!

The latest Nottingham City Homes Repair Farce – Inchcock Today Wed 13 Apr 16

Wednesday 13th April 2016

I woke around 0245hrs, actually sweating, shaking and with Little Inchy in a right bloodied state. The dream I’d been having felt horrendous, once more the rooftops and cliff ledges were involved?

To the bathroom and titivated things up. Returned to my 1959 imitation leather armchair and was soon off into the land of nod again.

I sprang awake at 0440hrs, details of the new dream were sketchy, something about me being in a factory and unable to get things done? To the WC for a heavy duty job, haemorrhoids, and Little Inchy both bleeding again. 

A bit misty again this morning, a strange blue hue in the sky?

Went to make a cuppa and take the medications and noticed the state of the kitchen, with stuff all over the place that I had removed from the cupboards to allow access to the hole in the wall for the Nottingham City Homes man when he comes later today.

Still some bins, pans, kettle, etc. to move out of the way before the man arrives.

The bins need emptying and taking to the rubbish chute too. Still, the mess from the silly Whoopsiedangleplop cleaning up from yesterday has dried nicely.

A busy period was coming up for me after the maintenance chap is finished tending to the hole in the outer wall that’s letting in the draughts. Assuming he does anything, of course, this will be the fifth time that they have been summoned to look at my problem, and they have only done the lower of the two gigantic holes – and that still lets the wind in!

Made another cup of tea, and Anne Gyna started giving me grief.

Got the laptop on and got the Inchcock Today for yesterday finished, then started on this one.

Cleared away the other stuff in readiness for the reluctant repair man coming between 12.30 and 1630hrs.

Got myself bathed and abluted, medicated the bleeding areas (Painful that), Hehe!

Took the rubbish to the chute and called at Olive’s flat, but she was not in.

Awaiting the arrival of the NCH Repairman.

Cup of char and back on the laptop. Did some Facebooking for a good while.

 Still awaiting the arrival of the NCH Repairman.

Did some self-teaching on the new CorelDraw 8.

The intercom rang, and the chap came to look at the problem.

He left to fetch a can of filler.

He returned and applied the filler into the hole, kindly taking off the part air vent with a screwdriver and dropping bits all over the floor, window ledge, worktop and electric sockets as he did so.

He threw the lump of filler into the sink as he unsuccessfully tried to stop it coming out and even further down the wall.

He said: “I cannot put the vent cover back on, but it dries in an hour and you can cut off any overspill then and sand it down!” I couldn’t even stretch up that high without being in pain, Tsk!

The filler that had been thrown in the sink, I had to take out because I thought if it went down the plug hole it might block the pipes as it swells out more?

He left me an artistically designed load of crap on the worktop bless him.

As I tried to clean the sticky mess up on the sink, worktops and power sockets, etc. I made a right mess of my hands too. Sticky goo!

The mess on the sockets will have to wait until later, as I was making it worse by trying to clean it before it had dried?

I thought.

I had to stick paper towel around the falling-out-filler-foam, then I stuck the cover back on in a fashion temporarily. This seems to have stopped it now?

I’ll have to wait and see how it goes I suppose.

The sink is in a right state though.sand

I tried soda crystals, washing up liquid, bleach, elbow grease and swearing a bit, but it looks like it is staying where it is.and

It looks horrible too! Stained and marked for life!

I assembled the rubbish left for me to sort out and filled a black bag with the stuff – including, by the way, £3 worth of kitchen towels used up to now in my efforts to clean the place after he’d gone.

I felt a little sad at how things had turned out with the repair farce.

The sink was stained badly, but I might be able to tackle that when things dry off completely.

I’d put the vent back on after much painful effort, but it was now facing the wrong way, into the kitchen as opposed to into the cupboard.

The cupboard next to the vent was matted with the horrible filler and I could not get to it, let alone remove it.

I filled a black bag with residues, leftovers and used kitchen towels.

Took the bins to the chute and called to see if Olive was at home on the way.

 She was in, so I suggested I swap the new big orange slow cooker, and she hands me her old little old one. She agreed, bless her. So I felt like I’d done her a favour, but she’d helped me more, because the new one was far too big for me, and she has a gigantic freezer so she can cook larger lots meals to freeze and save herself time. All good!

The Social Hour Meeting tomorrow, I mustn’t forget this. (He says hopefully, hehe!)

I got the lamb casserole out of the fridge, only to find that it was six days out of date! Seem to have got things a bit mixed up there. Tsk!

So, I put a tin of mini hot dog sausages in the saucepan and flavoured a tin of tomatoes with basil, salt and black pepper and warmed them both up for me second choice evening fodder.

Had a lemon yoghourt for afters.

Do you know, I really enjoyed this meal, have to give it a 9.2/10 rating.

Tired now after all the cleaning and clearing up after the messy maintenance man.

I’m not going to complain officially. Because he was a polite young man, and my EQ told me he was a bit embarrassed by his failure and the predicament he’d left me in.

I tried to get to kip without any luck for several hours. I tried watching the TV, reading and DVD viewing, well gone midnight before I got off, then the dreams started.

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