Wednesday 27 April 2016
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.
So many new types of wild fowl at Arno Hill Park pond today.
The fodder was baked potatoes, baked BBQ flavoured beans and the chicken discs in crispy batter.
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.
Once in the apartment, I put away the extra medications and food I’d bought earlier on.
Cancer appointment that is due shortly. Kept stirring the Crock-pot.
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.
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.
The roast vegetables got a bit burnt, but the other stuff was okay.
Bad night for repeatedly waking up, and in between, the dreams kept coming.
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.
Though Woodthorpe Grange Park, left up the hill and down it to the bus stop in Sherwood.
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.
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!
and it arrived a few moments later.
French-owned British Gas company.
I got the nosh on, having tomatoes and pork loin with some Wieska.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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!
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.
Tried to concentrate on the nosh and it came out alright.
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.
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.
Got the fodder sorted and watched an Auf Wiedersehen Pet DVD.
I set out on the walk up and down through the park, left up the road and down it into Sherwood.
When I made my way back to the bus station, I recognised ‘Bob’ the ten-shilling note pigeon with some of his family, so slipped them some seeds and dried earthworms on the way.
Back to the flat, WC’s then put away the bits I’d bought.
The sky was beautiful, so I tooketh a photographicalisation of it.
Turned the laptop off. Got the fodder laid out to I tuck into it!
I was sat there thinking of what needed doing today.
The slow-cooker basin I’d left soaking overnight cleaned up well.Got the kettle on and made a cuppa. 
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!
Popped outside to take a photograph of some daffodils struggling through.
Just timed it spot on, the message panel just turned to Finish as I arrived in the laundry room.
Did a bit more on this diary then started to fill the colour coded medication pots with the appropriate tablets and drugs.
Feeling a lot happier now!
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.
So after much kerfuffle and messing about, I very belatedly got the fodder prepared. Which consisted of:
to allow access to the hole in the wall for the Nottingham City Homes man when he comes later today.
He left to fetch a can of filler.
He threw the lump of filler into the sink as he unsuccessfully tried to stop it coming out and even further down the wall.
it swells out more?
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’ll have to wait and see how it goes I suppose.
towels used up to now in my efforts to clean the place after he’d gone.
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.