After I thought I’d got my head down last night – I woke seemingly every half an hour in a pickle fretting and worrying. Many trips for a WRWW (WetRoom Weewee) required until around 0500hrs when at last I got off, so to speak. And this was not easy, dismounting the sometimes working, sometimes not £300 second-hand brown recliner, then getting back in it wasn’t relaxed either!
I stirred around 0625hrs, again in need of a WRWW and also a WRHD (WetRoom Heavy Duty).
Did the ablutions and made a cuppa, taking the morning medications.
Laptop on to do this diary and some graphicalisationing on CorelDrawX8.
Asda delivery not come yet, still there’s another half-hour to go. Arrived and I sorted the things away. The man had forgotten the paperwork, but still, this is Asda (Walmart) we’re talking about.
Went to see Olive, she was much better and in fine form. I’ll call again later to see her.
Hobbled to the bottle bank to take the jars I took with me yesterday to take to the bottle bank and brought them back to the flat with me… I thought that the bag was little heavy Hehe!
Back to the flat and updated this page.
Went to the Tenants Social Hour early at the Community Hut, to see Deana about the French-owned British Gas mystery bill that had arrived before it started. She was getting a bit annoyed now, after four arrivals of reminders for the bill they have told her three times had been closed?
Warden Deana Walker rang British Gas again (Over an hour) for me.
This time, a different story emerged: It appears the two tariffs are on the same meter now? They intend to merge the two – thus making my bill twice as much?
This after being told at least three times by British Gas in the past that they had closed this fictional extra account!
Deana asked them to send someone out to sort and assess the situation.
So, now I await Deana to have a look and then the BG representative getting in touch to arrange a visit…
1220hrs: Ah, Deana is here now talking to British gas as she looks at the meter… She gave the all the details yet again to a different representative who told her the account in question was definitely closed 28th June 2016. This the same account that they are going to merge with my proper account???
She was then put onto someone else and explained it all again to this one. She waited patiently, for the return to the phone, of the lady she had been speaking to this time…
1240hrs: Still waiting. 1253hrs: Still waiting… 1258hrs… (Missed her dinner break now!) 1259hrs The Lady (Leigh) returned, said had checked on the company database, and what Abdul told her earlier was incorrect, the account they were still sending out bills for no longer exists! Nice that!
I await further developments with an uncomfortable feeling of dread in my old mechanical heart.
Called to see Olive, not so good this morning, but still looking radiant.
To the Social Hour. BJ came, he was in fine form.
A few more attendees there today. At my table, left to right Bill (William on Sundays), BJ in fine form, Toni Bless her, Bill (Gumps) Two and the marvellous 93-year-old Eddy, rightly at the head of the table. Handed out the nibbles and chatted a with many of the folks today.
Called to see Olive, she had arranged for the cleaning lady to come see me tomorrow around 1000hrs to see about ‘doing’ the oven for me and putting me on her list for general cleaning. Cost, what needs doing etc.
Back to the flat and updated this page.
Hassle from CorelDraw X8, not idea how to get the copy/paste icon working. Closed and opened twice and it came back on its own?
Got hunger pangs and had an early meal.
At last, someone rang my new doorbell. Went and opened the door and nobody was there? Hehe!
Took the medications and virtually collapsed into the £300 second-hand recliner.
Feeling unhappy and fretting a bit Olive not feeling too well, the British Gas fiasco, Deana not happy with all the hassle, stomach ulcer playing up and this later caused me to nibble extras later in the night, even had three cold boiled potatoes! Tsk!
Rea Flux joined in with Duo Denal giving me grief, I felt down and then the WRWW’s started and repetitively stayed with me all night.
Again sleep came well into the early hours… I was not a happy laddie! Ah, well!
Woke around 0330hrs, I’d been in the middle of a dream where I was being mollycoddled by several women of my age group, in a gigantic sized kitchen with many cookers around the walls, and dogs and cats were playing happily together around us. I had complete imperturbation. Boy, I was enjoying it.
Nodded off again, with hopes that I might return to this dream, of course, I couldn’t. Huh!
Woke again around 0530hrs, this time fretting over things, soon a demand for the WRWW & WWHD arrived. The £300 second-hand recliner shuddered in response to my pressing the button, and allowed me out of it. The duties required were carried out, not without some pain, but I’m used to that recently. Haem Aroids bled a bit, but Little Inchy had not bled at all.
Into the kitchen to put the kettle on, had to go back to the wet-room as I feared I’d left the tap running, I hadn’t, but had left the light on – and; Found my slippers behind the shower curtain? Back to the kitchen and took the photo at the top of this post. Don’t know why, but I found this view so heart warming and welcoming? I momentarily felt such a lucky person.
Made a brew, turned and knocked some tea bags off the counter and they spilt down in the narrow gap between the cooker.
Got the grabber to retrieve them, of course, they broke open while I did this. Used the Dyson to clean up the tea leaves. It took me a while to find the proper narrow attachment to use. The battery ran out half way through. Put the Dyson on charge and used the cheapo one, which also ran out of battery, put that on to charge too.
Whoopsiedangleplop!
Note the empty jars ready for when I see if Olive has any to go as well, and I’ll take them all to the Bottle-bank… Three jars? Well, only two got there, as I managed to knock one off when I took the vacuum off charge later.
Got the brush and pan to clear the broken glass and had to get down to reach some that had gone behind the door… getting back up was deserving of an award if it had been filmed. The back and right knee went as I tried to get back up, I grabbed onto one of the countertops near the sink to help myself rise, caught a bottle of cleaner and that descended to the floor with the cap coming off of course. Got the mop and bucket out and utilised them.
Bending down to rinse the mop afterwards, I managed with ease to clout me head on the sink edge. Creakingly I got the pain gel and rubbed it in where I could reach to. I felt like I’d been up for hours and hours by then, and felt a bit sorry for missen too! Hehe!
Made another cuppa and took me medications, WRWW and got the laptop on.
Email check, WordPressing and Facebooking followed for several hours.
I must say these new scales are behaving themselves this dreary morning. Hehe!
Got ready and had a WRWW and marvellous shave and a shower ablutions.Went to see how Olive was.
Went to see how Olive was. She had recovered nicely and had enjoyed her day out yesterday. We had a lovely chinwag, and she massaged some pain-gel into the areas I could not reach, bless her cotton socks.
She really did look fantastic today! XXX
I got back to the flat, to find yet another repeat red-demand from the British Gas morons! And the INR Warfarin blood level result.
Booked next appointment for the INR test for Tuesday next – unfortunately once again they could only give me one for 1215hrs. But never mind. At least I got in for the right day. This time means I can’t et out to do anything early, and it’s too late to get anything done when I collapse so early in the day. Humph!
Then, I updated my complaint on TrustPilot. The top statement on the letter was “Call us about the money you owe!”
I am getting on a bit and moved into a Nottingham City Homes high-rise aided-flats. I set-up a direct debit to pay British Gas and almost a year later received a demand from them for another account number that had my name and correct address on it.
Being partially deaf, I asked Deana, the warden, who contacted BG, and almost two hours later, they told her that this account would be closed on 7th June 2016.
On the 7th of July 2016, another letter arrived asking if I had forgotten to pay this bill? Julie, the other warden, rang them to try and sort this out, but it took so long, her going home time arrived. Seems I may have to pay to have the second (Non-existent) meter removed/disconnected?
Four days later, I managed to get Deana to ring again. Eventually, again, they informed her that the account would be closed.
I now wait nervously for the next ‘Reminder’. Hey-ho!
Well well well… The following Saturday – Oh, Marvelous! French Owned British Gas, who last week told Warden Deana the Electricity Bill would be scrapped for the second time, have sent me a Red Letter Bill with threats now! Losing me credit rating – demanding the £250+ I don’t owe them!
So frustrated, I did a post about them and put it on Facebook, LinkedIn and on WordPress too!
So annoyed with them for lying to my warden twice now! Grrr!
So, another demand arrives, and my aided-flat warden had had to ring them again for me.
Warden Deana told me once again, the account is to be closed, and I have nothing to worry about. (Humph!)
Now, a few days later today, I get another demand for this non-existent meter with my name on it, once again for the £250.32. “Call us about the money you owe” is the headline on it!
The replacement the ticker, angina and sticking reflux valve are not happy with this extra unwarranted hassle from British Gas, especially after Deana rang them for I think the fourth time – now I have to bother her again for the fifthtime. After being told on every occasion, the account would be closed. My health is suffering over this, and enough is enough! I will be seeking legal advice as recommended by the medical staff.
When and if I ever feel up to it! All I want is peace and a hassle-free existence. Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit, I understand, but my patience is getting thin.
I hope I don’t snuff it before this is sorted. Where can I get some help on this, can anyone help?
The absolute Swines! Doing my heart, duodenal ulcer no favours at all! I didn’t think I could be filled with so much anger and frustration nowadays, but thanks to British Gas, I know I can!
I put the black bean nosh in the oven to have with me boiled potatoes later.
Tried to get on with the funny ode and graphics about showering and going to see Olive. But the renewed hassle made concentrating very difficult, got some of it done, but not much. However, I persisted and got it finished after about 4 hours.
Panic! The meal in the oven! I rushed into the kitchen to find I had not turned the oven on (Just as well innit?).
Back to the graphicalisationing while the fodder cooked.
No bad at all, and again I had no bread with the meal.
Rated this one at 9.24/10.
The usual fatigue came over me.
I got the nibbles ready in the bag for the Tenants Social Hour in the morning, must remember to take the British Gas Bill with me in case I see Deana.
Oh, the Asda order coming twixt 0700>0900hrs too.
Took the medications late, due to me spending far too much time on the internet. Huh!
Watch some TV… a lot of TV. Got up to finish this post off. Because Virgin Media might be cutting us off for a day to allow for mobile upgrading?
Not much sleep last night at all. Late dropping off, the Whoopsidangleplop from the rear and having to have a shower, and the dreams made sure of that! Having no Olive to visit made things worse. And I could not remember the dreams! Tsk!
Struggled to disentangle my body from the from the £300 second-hand recliner that was in the half-up-half-down position and refusing to move, despite the grinding noise, it was making.
WRWW and WWHD carried out, then a quick wash and shave – then a search that was up to now, unsuccessful, to find my slippers? During which, I remembered the food delivery coming twixt 0700>0900hrs, I’ve got to see Warden Deana about the shower chair and INR blood test at 1230hrs.
Did my ablutions.
Asda (Walmart) delivery came, they substituted Two sweet potatoes in batter, for One Asda American Smokin’ BBQ pulled pork beef red pepper with rice? Luckily I like sweet potatoes. Humph!
Made a cuppa and took the medications. Laptop on and WordPressing were done.
Unbelievable!
Another look for the slippers.
Lovely morning as I set off to the Community Shed to see someone about the shower chair and changing it to a stool for me. Nobody in, so I set off on a slow and steady walk to the Surgery.
At the corner of Winchester Hill and Chestnut Walk, a clump of blackberry bushes sticking out and over the netting caught my attention, I just had to take a photographicalisation of it. The different stages of ripening all in the same shot.
One of my better shots this one, I might post it on the flowers and animals Facebook page later. Plodded gently on, having plenty of time with my not finding anyone in the Community Hut.
As I got over the last hill and down to Carrington, a Pavement Cyclist was coming up the hill almost had me as he looked across the road instead of where he was going!
It’s not as if the road was busy, was it? If he is too scared to cycle on the road, he shouldn’t be riding a bike – the Crudnut!
Down to the surgery and booked in, to the waiting area – Huh!, I’d not taken me crossword book with me! I selected a woman’s magazine and read about HRM. The nurse came to collect me early bless her, and she could not help herself when she saw the lump on my head – the nurse laughed so much, I thought she was gong to injure herself! We had a chinwag, and she took the blood, gave her the nibbles and I was off to the Lidl store.
Got three little cobs, two desserts, new potatoes and a wonderfully formed gut-wrenching sneer from the checkout operator. Obviously, the gal was an experienced and well Lidl-trained member of staff. I checked afterwards to see if I’d been overcharged, but no, not this time.
Out to the bus-stop and caught an 87 bus into Sherwood, no chance of walking it back, the right ankle had joined the headache in giving me some hassle. But Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis had eased off nicely thank you.
At the bus-stop in Sherwood, I crossed the road and spotted a few fellow tenants at the stop, so knew a bus was due. This was not the case in actual fact, but a number 40 came sharpishly, and some of us got on for a few stops up the hill, we alighted and walked back to the flats. A lady and her other half helped me off the bus, the right ankle was bad again.
We had a good natter, and I left them en route, to all in the Community Shed, where I found the Wardens in. Deana rang the NCH number on the card they left and arranged for them to call to inspect the wet-room on Friday around 1000hrs. Gave them a nibble and limped back to the flat. Both lifts working again now, but still only one dryer in the laundry room.
Took the midday medications (Late I know!) I took an extra painkiller hopefully to counter the agony of a throbbing headache and ankle pain, WRWW and made a cuppa. Laptop on to update this and do some graphicalisationing. Added the NCH visit on Friday to the Google Calendar.
Found this photo as I was downloading another from the camera. No idea why, how, when or even if I took it in the first place?
Got the potatoes in the saucepan simmering.
Hope Olive is doing alright on her trip out.
Had another look for the slippers – Aha! Found them in a rubbish bin in the Wetroom? I don’t know either!
Opened the airing cupboard door, and as I dug into the back to get a clean pair of pyjama bottoms out – I clouted my head right on the bruise on the edge of the door – Think I said something like “Oh, fancy that!”
Decided to have the Brussels pate with mushrooms and garden peas with the potatoes for my fodder.
Got cried away a bit when it came to making it. Polish pork, sweet potatoes, new potatoes, beetroot, tomatoes, red peppers and fresh peas, with an apple banana, lemon drizzle and the two cobs from Lidl.
Horrible time trying to get to sleep again, fretting about Olive and everything else that came into mind! Tsk!
Kept waking up throughout the night, but this allowed me to scribbles some notes, of the dream I’d been having. A right mishmash they were too.
I was back in security and chasing around many of the sites I actually had worked at over the years, unable to locate the security swipe points and getting frustrated with myself…
Then I was in an old wash-house that dear Mother used before she ran away, and I was hiding in all sorts of places from everyone but did not know why?
Then, I was back with Grizelda in 1965… but I’ll miss the details on this one if you don’t mind.
Then, I was operating on myself? I hovered above my torso and was replacing the heart with pieces from a Meccano set… Then I was back in the body and telling me it was not working and needed some WD40, back out and above, I couldn’t find any WD40 and used shaving gel instead? I think this one went on a long time, but can only remember falling off the operating table and a waiter picking me up? Odd one, that.
I greeted my new house-pet, Koala Katie. She’s very affectionate. Hehe!
The £300 second-hand recliner chair noisily allowed me out of it for a WRWW and WWHD session. Haem Aroids was bleeding a bit, Little Inchy was no bleeding at all and I stubbed my toe on the shower chair leg. I moved this into the spare room with all the other detritus that needs sorting out.
Weighed myself. Damned things couldn’t have been working properly… 2lb increase? After I’d just got rid of what felt like a few pounds on the throne as well. Huh!
Made a brew and took the medications. Then got the laptop going and spent far too long graphicastionalising and finishing off yesterday’s post.
Wrote an email of thanks to Marie in Australia for her bundle of gifts as a house warming present wot she sent me.
Checked other emails, Sister Jane sent me a photograph of Arthur, who had claimed ownership of what Jane now calls the ‘Stutch’ I bought them.
So glad, he took to it.
Jane also said it was Mothers birthday yesterday. I was told that at mine she told the midwife: “I don’t want it, throw it in the Trent!” She later confirmed this. Not a lot of people can say that!
Woke very late, gone 0630hrs, an exquisite morning, the £300 second-hand recliner let me out of it for another urgent WRWW – I’d had many of these demands during the night, ruined me kipping!
Started sneezing as I was making the morning mug of tea and carried on for hours.
Got the laptop on to do the diaries, remembered I’d not taken me medications so I did.
More visits for WRWWs and a WRHD (Painful and bloody) followed. Good job I’ve got a good stock of Blitz thick paper towels in. Hehe!
Made another cuppa for the first one that went cold as I struggled to get the laptop to recognise the camera card? A restart solved it eventually.
Facebooking for ages.
Expecting the parcel to come from the Post Office again today, and the Shower Seat/Stool.Aussi parcel WR stool
When I finished on Facebook, I checked the emails. During which, the shower seat was delivered by a cheerful Nottingham City Homes chappie.
It’s a bit big for my tiny room.
I couldn’t work out how to higher the legs either?
Perhaps they are at the highest position available now?
Something else that’ll need cleaning. Humph, I’m never satisfied am I? As I say, it really is too bulky, it is on loan so they can claim it back when I snuff it.
Feeling down now, no idea why, but the confidence has gone. I hate feeling like this. No dizzies, though.
Got a call from the Post Office, apologising for the delay in the parcel delivery, it will arrive Sunday, and they have scrapped the charges and the requirement for an ID check!
Got the meal cooking.Decided
Decided I needed cheering up, so started to watch a Victoria Wood DVD. Which meant I overcooked the lamb in the oven again!
The fodder was presented and eaten with some relish, I might add.
No bread was eaten again, but rice cakes were.
The roast vegetables came out alright. The fancy tomatoes were a terrible disappointment tastewise.
Incidentally, the apple was tart and bitter.
Nodded off watching the DVD, woke and got to Olive’s flat for a visit. Olive was sparkling again and told me few interesting stories of her early life. A kiss and a cuddle, and back to the flat.
Attempted to watch the rest of the DVD, but the fretting returned, Anne Gyna made sure I didn’t fall asleep, though; well, not for ages anyway, very late.
Woke repeatedly for a struggle out of the recliner for a WRWW, I’m going to find my ‘Hospital Bottle’ for tomorrow night, this faffing about and grappling to get to the wetroom is getting ridiculous every night! Might be something to do with them sending me to the Renal Department?
0420hrs: Stirred into semi-life and immediately thought I must get things done in time for BJ coming to lift me to the launderette in Carrington.
I dismounted the working-this-morning £300 second-hand shuddering recliner, and off for the first of many repeated WRWWs, no signs of a WRHD yet.
Made a cuppa and had another WRWW.
Got the things sorted for the laundry ready in the bag, the surgery for the Warfarin Blood Test and the chemist for the pain-killers.
Laptop on and finished, Monday post started this one off and checked see if I had time to do any Facebooking – when I remembered I’d not taken me medications or done the checks yet – so I did them. With the following results: Sys 147, Dia 65, Pulse 71, Temp 32.1 and the weight… er… well, 2lb up! Tsk!
WRWW, still no signs of a WRHD yet?
Quick go on Facebook and then did the ablutions and donned my attire and went down to the lobby to wait for BJ’s call to say he’s on his way. I walked to the end of Chestnut Walk to wait for him.On the way, I took this photographicalisation of the wonderful sky.
On the way to wait for BJ, I took this photographicalisation of the wonderful sky. Really wonderful clear sky and magnificent trees, so close to my home too!
As I waited on the corner, I tried to take a long range shot on the horizon, of a house in the woods. It didn’t come out very good, but I blame the intense sunshine.
If I can, I’ll think of something later to add to it for the TFZers site. ‘House on the Prairie’?… no, perhaps not.
Hehehe!
BJ soon arrived and lifted me to the launderette in Carrington. He seemed a little uptight this morning at first, but he soon came out of himself when the laundry was in the machines and going.
As we pulled up outside the launderette, this young Fainéant semi-mendicant approached BJ and whispered something to him. It soon became apparent the man was begging, and BJ rolled him some cigarettes.
As we were sorting the job of washing, this desperate young panhandler came into the building and tried to get money out of BJ a few times. So sad, a thin but tall, good-looking lad too. I noticed him approaching many other pedestrians outside over the next hour or so.
As I was taking the washing out and transferring it to the dryer, BJ reminded me about the prescription to collect and the surgery to visit. Nipped in the chemist next door got the pain-killers, then walked up the road to the doctors surgery. The young lad started to cadge something from me, I sternly said ‘No’ and carried on walking. Felt a bit guilty afterwards.
At the Sherrington surgery, the lovely nurse was on duty. We managed a little gossip as she took the blood. She told me that tomorrow’s appointment they had made was not for the blood test results, as I had thought, but the urine test results. Someone from the City Cardiac unit was coming to talk to me at the same time? Dang dang dang dang! Hehe!
As I came out to walk back to the surgery, the traffic was well built up on Mansfield Road.
Back down the incline and to the washing shop – and the young lad had ensconced himself on the floor against the wall outside, with a few cans of beer spread before him.
Glad I didn’t give hi any money now!
Got the laundry and said TTFN to BJ, who said he might be coming to the Tenants Social Hour on Thursday, and nipped in the Lidl store. Got two porridge pots, mini peppers, and some nibbles to top up the box.
Caught the bus to the clinic, where misery-guts the receptionist almost spoke to me. Again, a different doctor examined ‘Little Inchy’, grunts, frowned forehead and fetched another medic to have a look – she found it hard not to laugh!
The usual, keep on with the Daktacort and use the Hydrocortisone only if the bleeding is hard to stop.
As I left, I could not resist smiling at Happy Herbert on the reception, I gave him a cheery “Bye-bye, and thank you kindly”! If looks could kill, I’d have been a gonna in seconds!
Caught the bus into Sherwood and waited at the bus-stop there for the L8 bus. Met up with some residents at the stop. Had a chinwag. The chap who had had his knees done was out and about without his sticks today. He showed me the scars, and I thought they were healing really well. Tried to cheer him up a bit.
Back at the flats and up to 72, I resisted pressing my new doorbell. Someone will press it one day I’m sure, even if it’s only the coroner! Hehehe!
Put some potatoes on the boil to eat with my fodder later on.
Laptop on to update this then caught up with the Facebooking I ran out of time with earlier. 88 notifications awaited my attention.
The occupational therapy chap Joel rang to say he couldn’t get to see me today, he’s ordered a shower seat that will arrive this Saturday twixt 0800>1800hrs.
The meal was okay.
A little large perhaps? But fine and tasty. I added some dabs of vegemite to each of the potatoes, Mmm!
Sat in the £300 sometimes second-hand recliner chair nodding off so often few a few minutes each time, I gave up and turned off the TV, then lay there in the £300 sometimes second-hand recliner chair trying to get to sleep, but WRWWs kept demanding attention, and I was worn out after a couple of hours or so, with all the climbing out of, wee-weeing and returning to climb back into the £300 sometimes second-hand recliner chair.
0240hrs: Woke up in the unmoving second-hand £300 recliner chair in a right state.
All the hassle to come and to get through over the next few days were running through my fevered brain. Today, to hopefully sort the French-owned British Gas overcharge, which will mean hoping to get to see Deana to arrange once again for me. Then get back for the delivery at the flat. Then get the things packed and catch the buses to Sister Jane and Pete’s to lug to give them their pressies and see the pussies. Looks like being a tiring day.
Tuesday, launderette with BJ, GUM Clinic, INR blood test. Wednesday, find out what is wrong with the blood from the Cardiac Dep’t… And along with this sudden mental upheaval, the ailments were having a grand bout of fun with me this morning. Duo Denal: Worse for ages, Anne Gyna still hassling and the back pains had returned with a vengeance.
I actually nodded off again and reawoke at 0525hrs. Still confused in the brain a bit. Wondered if I’d been having a dream that had affected me? But no recall of anything.
Doubtful of my sanity and bewildered, I climbed out of the refusing to work £300 recliner chair and had a WWHD and WHWW session. Bleeding from the rear, Little Inchy tender and the Throne had to be flushed three times to make it disappear. Noticed all the rubbish in the hallway awaiting my attention – that’s something I might struggle with today I thought, paying attention and concentrating?
Had a bit of a dizzy as I went into the kitchen. Made mug of tea and took the medications. I did the Daily tests while I thought of them. Yesterday the BP was not looking right, Sys 128 Dia 61? Crossed my fingers (Figuratively speaking, Arthur Itis would not allow to cross them, even if I wanted to – Hehe) for today’s efforts. All looked better today, well, not the weight perhaps: Sys 151 Dia 67 Pulse 82 Temp 34.9 and weight 14s 4lbs still, so no decrease, but no increase – in fact, it was the same as yesterday… I do waffle on!
The stomach churning joined in with the other ailments as I got the laptop on to update this and finish off the Sunday diary.
Popped back out, for a WRWW and forgot I’d left the scales out – stubbed me toe on them again!
Got problems with CorelDrawx8 again, not working at all now! Used CorelDrawx7.
Olive, radiant this evening
Got the paperwork regarding the French Owned British Gas overcharge for the unknown account in my name ready to give to Deana at the Tenant’s Social Hut, and called in to see Olive see how she was.
In fine form, she was, radiant! We had a gossip and she told me about her weekend with some of her clan. She enjoyed it so much but was not sorry she was back to normal now. I’m glad she is too! Told her I’d call back later and she offered to massage some pain gel in for me, she is nice!
Hobbled to the hut, and only Julie was in, she said to leave the paperwork and she’d give it to Deana for me. Thanked her.
I set off to the bus stop, had another chinwag at the stop, and caught the bus into town. Very warm this morning.
Dropped off on the busy Upper Parliament Street, and walked a few yards to Sister Jane’s bus stop and got one straight away!
A lot of nearly dressed young females about…
Caught the number 8 bus, and I arrived in West Bridgford and called Jane after I got off the bus to tell her of my progress.
A nice steady walk to their Mansion. Jane was outside when I arrived with next doors cat being fussed.
A gossip and they gave me a cuppa. I made up the footstool with a haven-hole for the pussies in it, along with the cat laser pointer and pet nibble treats.
It tickled Pete anyway, he was fascinated with it… unfortunately, all the cats had absconded?
Janet posed for a photograph and told me off for eating the wrong foods.
She was looking good this afternoon.
Their garden flower looked wonderful, but somehow the photograph I took seems to have disappeared from the SD card in my camera? Of course, I might have got it wrong while taking it?
I didn’t stay too long because I wanted to get time to visit Olive and get things ready for the early morning tasks, thus get to sleep early. (I can hope? Hehe!)
Caught the bus into town, and noticed there were. even more, young almost dressed ladies floating about. The Slab Square was being got ready for the yearly Nottingham Beach amusement show. Plenty of sand piled up ready for spreading.
I decided against taking any photographs of the young ladies.
A trip to the bank for some cash, a walk around the Council House and up Queen Street to the L9 bus-stop.
Bill, who I sit with at the Tenants Social Hour, got on the bus en route and another chinwag was enjoyed.
I called at the Community Hut, but Deana was busy, and Julie had not had time to tell her about the French-owned British Gas charging me yet again for an account they said had been closed! I moved the paperwork from the office to Deana’s desk. She was busy with someone, so I nipped off. I think she said she’d look at it on Wednesday, call then.
To the flat, WRWW and kettle on, then the laptop on to update this.
Called to see Olive. We had a cuddle and chinwag, then the gal massaged in the pain gel for me.
So tired when I got back to the flat.
Made a tasty too large salad.
Chicken thighs, yellow peppers, egg, tomatoes, red and roast onions, pickled cucumber, pate with caramelised onions. And two rice cakes instead of bread.
Tasty, bet this still ensures the scales will record a slightly higher result in the morning?
Translation into Zulu: NgoMgqibelo 16th Julayi 2016
Woke with a start around 0350hrs. Disentangled me from the £300 second-hand recliner chair and off for a WRWW. Then I got the washing ready and down to the laundry room.
Had a peep out at the situation in front of the compound through the foyer doors.
Got the washer going in Quick Mode and back up to 72 for a WWHD. No bleeding this morning, despite the actions being a tad uncomfortable.
Roger Reflux was in good form and swollen so that it looked like I have swallowed a baseball! Terribly fetid wind from the rear.
Back down to the laundry room and moved the clothes into the dryer. 0425hrs, back up to the flat, set the alarm to try and remind me to collect the washing at 0525hrs, and not forget them like the last two occasions! Humph!
Made a cuppa, another WRWW, and got the laptop on to update this diary. Then finished yesterday’s and got it posted off.
The alarm went off, but I didn’t hear it – I felt it?
The sound was far too low for me to pick it up even with my hearing aids in, but the clock shook and fell off of the £99 1959 G-Plan sideboard I use the laptop on, and landed on my foot via me knee!
You’ve got to laugh!
At least it reminded me to go and collect the washing from the laundry room dryer. Which I did. Cleaned the filter and returned to the flat, put the things in the airing cupboard and felt pleased I’d remembered them this time.
Made a cuppa, and remembered to take the morning medications, with some extra Peptac as the stomach was starting to rumble a bit.
Another WRWW session. Then minutes later a WRHD session?
For the next few hours, in between WRWW’s of course, I did some Facebooking and graphicalisationing.Then did the ablutions and showering.
Remembered (As soon as I checked the emails and got one informing me) the delivery from Coopers is due today sometime. The mop and bucket for the wet-room, the scales, the battery operated doorbell, the mini Ottoman and the Gilet could arrive, or any combination of them. So, I’ll not go out for a walk for fear of missing them – whether they come or not, of course, is in the hands of fate.
Worked some hours sorting out my Words to Use file. Got a headache now. Hehe!
Oh, Flipping Marvelous!
French Owned British Gas, who last week told Warden Deana the Electricity Bill would be scrapped for the second time, have sent me a Red Letter Bill with threats now! Losing me credit rating – hints at bailiffs etc demanding the £250 I don’t owe them!
So frustrated, I did a post about them and put it on Facebook, LinkedIn and on WordPress too!
Still, no Coopers stuff arrived, their email said they were on the way on the lorry this morning.
Calmed down a bit and went on Facebook again.
Then, did the ablutions and showering.
Spent a good while doing the meal tonight.
Battered potato slices, tomatoes, beetroot, apple, fresh pod peas, red onion, yellow peppers, dried roast onions and the last of the cooked pork loin slices.
Rated this one at 9.34/10! Marvellous tasty fodder in a dish! Despite still feeling aggrieved at British Gas, I enjoyed it.
Got myself settled and consumed the repast, washed up and settled again to watch some TV – fell asleep.
Woke in a semi-panic “Had I left the washing down in the laundry room dryer?” had to disentangle myself manually from the £300 second-hand recliner chair that refused to operate, and go and check the airing cupboard to make sure the clothes were in there. Sad innit?
Settled down for the third time in the now working £300 second-hand recliner chair, and nibbled some Melba Toast – the crumbs flew all over the place, the still working £300 second-hand recliner chair allowed me out to get the mini-hoover and clear up the mess, next climbed back into the recliner to watch some TV – then realised the programmes I’d wanted to watch were all over and done with.
Turned off the goggle-box and I was in the land of nod in minutes. Unhappily, this didn’t last long, as trips for many WRWWs followed throughout what was left of the night.
0400hrs: Reluctantly I woke and lay thinking of things needing doing today. Got to see Deana about the British Gas repeated overcharge at 0830hrs, Clinic and INR blood test appointments, pick up the prescriptions from the chemist and so on.
The £300 second-hand recliner chair shuddered in response to me pressing the button to for it to be lowered so I could get out of it for a WRWW+HD visit. All okay on this first visit.
Breakfast today
Kettle on and took the medications, titivated the kitchen and back for yet another bothersome WRWW (Wet-Room Wee-wee).
Ablutions carried out.
Laptop on and finished the Monday post.
Another quick WRWW (Had a few of these today) and I started this one off.
Checked the emails and then got myself sorted out for the walk to see Deana at the community shed. While doing this, I remembered a bit of a dream I’d had I was again being chased, then found myself drowning in a gravy dish and was quite happy about it, eating a giant sausage as I departed life?
Deana sorts out the mysterious second meter charge from the French-owned British Gas for me. Many Thanks Deana! X
Deana, one again contacted the French-owned British Gas con artists and liars for me. in an effort to sort out why I keep getting charged for the electricity from a meter that does not exist!
Only took her around 30 minutes this tie, before they told her they would close the account (Like they told her on June 7th).
I thanked her and nipped back to the flats, wondering how long it would be before I get another demand for the £245 to be paid from this imaginary meter?
The Fresh Fish van was outside of the building, and Olive was getting some, so I joined her and got some smoked mackerel fillets. Walked her back to her flat and had a gossip.
To the flat and updated this twaddle.
It was soon time for the walk to Carrington and the Doctors for the INR blood test, then I must get the prescriptions from the chemist, then to the clinic, and try to get some yellow tomatoes from somewhere.
Dropped the rubbish bags down the chute, then down the lift to the lobby, buy was it raining!
Under umbrella shot – Chestnut Walk
Walked own to the bottle bank with me four empty pickle jars and wind-proof umbrella up.
Took this photograph from under the brolly from the end of Chestnut Walk outside the flats.
The road looked more like a canal! Hehe!
Carrying the bag and balancing the brolly was difficult – in fact it ensured that my back was soaking by the time I’d got to the surgery! I still managed it in around 38 minutes though.
The nurse soon did me blood test and we had a chinwag too. Gave her the nibbles and set off to the Chemists to get my prescriptions.
Then to Lidl where I got some very naughty jars of cured pork, dried onions, Bananas and tomatoes and a can of Citrus Air-Spray. (Not the yellow ones, they were from Spain and I knew they would taste bitter). The gal on the check-out dropped the can of spray and the plastic top broke. She told me to fetch another can form the shelves… but a young chap in the queue behind shot off an got it for me. Thanked him, good of him that!
Then got even wetter, as I had to carry two bags now, and the brolly was too much for me to handle and cope with.
Cor Blimey it rained!
Caught a bus on Hucknall Road to the Clinic, a further soaking as I walked to the building. I entered to find from the grumpy receptionist bloke, that my appointment was for next week, not this! Whoopsiedangleplop and embarrassment again!
Caught the bus back into Carrington and another one on Mansfield Road back into Sherwood. Got wet once more as I walked up the hill and over the pelican crossing to the bus stop in the hope that a bus to the flats would be coming soon.
Luckily one was due in five minutes… then, Whoopsiedangleplop number two occurred as it arrived. I made my way forward and the right ankle gave way, but very luckily I say… as I went over backwards, a lady behind me caught me and stopped me hitting the deck. Thanked her profusely and got onto the bus, red-faced and wet!
Another soaking yet, when I got off the bus and walked to the flat’s foyer. The rain was vicious now.
On the lift up to the flats, a bloke carrying a little dog, got on with his missus and another woman. The other woman did not like dogs coming into the complex at all, she told them dogs are barred other than guide dogs, and generally let her feelings be known about it – quiet an exciting altercation and lift journey really. I thought about it after they had all got off on a lower floor and I continued up to the twelfth. If someone had had to give up their pet dog to come into these flats, it would surely be a benefit to them to see the dog occasionally? Then I thought, what-about other people who gave up their dog and then see someone else’s? I didn’t mind, it was a friendly little thing well under control?
The chemist parcel dwarfs the other stuff.
Onward, well, upward to the flat and WRWW session.
Put the things I’d bought away.
The bag of medications dwarfed the fodder I’d bought. Hehe!
As I put on the kettle to make a cuppa and take the midday medications, the rain stopped suddenly completely?
Thoughts turned to what I was going to have for my meal. The cured pork with a salad tempted me. Then I remembered the unwanted smoked mackerel I’d accidentally bought earlier that has to be used up. Then I thought no, I fancy some of the cured pork, then I thought, should I be using up this fish before it goes out of date, then I looked at the fish and there was no date on it? Then I decided to make my mind up when it comes to making the repast. A long word came to mind, ‘Procrastination’ that should be my middle name! Haha!
Updated this diary. Then went on Facebook and checked the emails.
Cabinet ready for sorting
Olive’s grandson has just arrived with the second wet-room storage box all made up for me and put it in place. Super that, thanked him and asked if I could give him some money in appreciation, but he wouldn’t take any.
I can get in touch with the caretaker, if he’s off his mobile and I can find him, to hire him to do the painting of the bare wood for me now. Then I an sort out what is to go where and make use of the cabinets that Roger has so kindly done for me.
View from sweet Olive’s bedroom.
Went to visit Olive. A lovely chinwag and bonding session… lovely sojourn in happiness and bliss. Despite my feeling a bit drained with the days activities. A hug and cuddle and I had to depart back to number 72 flat.
Took the evening medications.
Got the fodder on the go straight away, while I was still awake, reckon I did a bit too much today. Still, the dizzies stayed off.
Fish nosh tonight
Had smoked mackerel, fish sticks, fishcake, last of the pod peas, pickled egg, roast onions, onion rings, apple, the horrible tomatoes from Lidl and the last dessert.
Half way through I got a phone call on the landline. By the time I struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner, the caller rang off.
Settled back into the grinding chair, and back to the meal. The mobile rang. It was the doctors surgery. The results from this mornings INR Blood Test were back. Far too high at 5.9, and they needed to tell me not to take any Warfarin tonight, and gave me the dosages for the rest of the week.
I told them I’d just taken tonight’s doses, she said start by not taking any tomorrow then. I manipulated myself out of the £300 second-hand recliner and wrote them down.
She then made my next INR appointment for 0920hrs Tuesday 19th July, then reminded me I had the cardiac appointment at 1010hrs on Wednesday 20th July.
Thanked her and mounted the now not operating £300 second-hand mechanical recliner chair.
Started to watch a DVD, James Bond’s Octopussy, but didn’t get to see the ending, even after several nod-offs and rewinds.
Segunda-Feira 11 de Julho de 2016 (In celebration of the Portuguese Win)
0455hrs: I came slowly to life instead of the usual jumping awake I’ve been doing of late, Anne Gyna was being so naughty and bad to me.
Manipulated my way out of the £300 second-hand refusing to work and stuck in the up position recliner. Feeling weary.
Off to the wet-room for a WRWW and WRHD (Wet Room Wee-wee and Wet Room Heavy Duty).
Not as good an experience today,
Anne Gyna still painfully at play,
Had to clear Haem Aroid’s blood away,
The overnight twinges decided to stay,
Buy hey… I’m still here again today!
Last night’s Fodder
I thought I could still taste last night’s fodder?
Feeling a bit drained, especially as I am usually perky in a morning, concerned me seriously.
Amazing, I felt so good when I got me head down last night too?
Feeling a bit drained, especially as I am usually perky in a morning, concerned me seriously.
Concentration not right. Gloomy type weather outside, gloomy type forecast inside. Hehe!
Made a cuppa and took the medications and got the laptop on to check appointments on the Google Calendar. Glad I’ve got the wrist health alarm on, not feeling too good actually. Still, I think things will get better, I’m sure… he said fibbingly.
Poor old thing!
WordPress for a while updating and the shakes came over me. (Not Johnny Kidd And The Pirates, Shaking all over mind! Hehe!) On the bright side, no dizzies yet, and a good job too. Hope I feel and look a bit better when I call to see Olive later.
Glancing in the mirror earlier was enough to tell me I ain’t right this morning – pale, drawn and misty eyed… so, nothing new there.
Did some graphicationalisationing for use later. Then much Facebooking followed.
Carried out my ablutions and got the paperwork ready to see Deana about the French Owned (Now you know why I was so glad that Portugal beat France in the Euro Final!) British Gas bill that has arrive for the second time – after them telling Deana last time that the account would be closed and no need to pay it! Have you seen the advertisement for their Boilers on the TV? They’ll probably send Del Boy to fit it for you!
I went down and out to the Community Hut to see Deana or Obergruppenfurher Julie for help, but nobody was there. Back to the flats, and noticed a washing machine was free.
So, up to the apartment and got the washing down an into the machine to operate using low mode.
Then back to the Community Shed, but, it was still barren of personages. Being a Monday, I imagine the girls are very busy.
Back to the flat for a WRWW, and got down and transferred the clothes into the dryer.
Olive in her flat today – Very nice!
Back up the lift and visited Olive, she was in good spirits and blooming this morning.
She had a peep at Michael Steedenski’s book wot I got. She thought it was rubbish. But don’t tell Mr Steedenski anyone! Only joking, Mike!
She did the massaging in of the pain gel in the areas I couldn’t reach for me again, bless her. She then rang Dean and arranged for me to see her in the morning at 08:30hrs, about the horrible, lying, nasty, French-owned, British Gas bill for Electricity. Confusing innit?
We parted with a cuddle and snog, and I went down to collect the laundry.
Back up to 72 again, WCWW’d, then called BJ to tell him I would not be able to accept his offer of taking me to the launderette tomorrow.
Made a cup of char and laptop on to update this.
Got a call from the Doctors surgery, they want me to make an appointment to see Dr Vindla when she gets back from holiday, about some problem with the CHD blood test results I took last week… or the week before, whichever. So I made one for Wednesday 2oth July at 10:10hrs there and then. More hassle to come medically? Humph! Put it in the Google calendar.
Started to create a new funny post for WordPress. Finished the daft post and got it posted off.
Fatigue suddenly dawned once again, and I felt so drained.
Ate the wonderfully tasty dish of fodder, put on a DVD of Black Books TV series, and then proceeded into a pattern of five minutes wake, two minutes asleep, have a WRWW, that lasted for hours.
