Showing posts with label Carer Samantha. Show all posts
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Friday, 10 September 2021

Thursday 9th September 2021: Inchies Day, and sometimes the odd ode that might get slip in!

♥ Plane to see, not a TFZer Car Pool? Hehehe! ♥

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Wednesday Evening


Facebooking and...

Liberty-(Crappy)-Global Virgin Media Internet came back on ten minutes later.

Then...

I gave up!

THURSDAY 9th SEPTEMBER 2021

06:10hrs: On my third awakening, I managed to force my pyknic, embonpoint, adipose, abdominous, podgy, flabby, paunch-dominated, stomached-body, from the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, gungy recliner. With ease, too!

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Mind Meandering!

Once I got my cumbrous, over-weighted body stood up, I wobbled toward the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket). Realising as I got to it, I didn't need to use it. This has not been known for a long time; not wanting a wee-wee on wakening? Should I be worried?

The Poddle-About-Unsure of what I was doing phase arrived.

Ah! I needed a wee-wee!

The Five-Second Weak Wee-Wee!

Popped into the wet room to pass my urine. What a dismal effort that was. A short but squirty sprinkle of about five seconds duration, and it was all over - it was all over in another way as well; All over the toilet, me, and the floor.

Somehow, a sprinkling had even reached up to the toilet rolls on top of the tank? How I managed that, I don't know?

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Waste Bags Made-Up

I made up some waste bags, got the kettle on, cleaned the microwave, belatedly took the bags to the box in the hallway.

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PHENOMENAL HEALTH CHECK!

After eight days of way too high Sys, this morning has produced the lowest ever Sys count - 119! Wow! Result, in the green 'Normal' zone!!! And you can't say normal about other things with me!

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Morning Carer Arrived

It was carer Sobia today. She has only been to once when she was in training and has gained confidence and efficiency in the ten days since, bless her. A pretty young thing, indeed. ♥

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Window Cleaner Joe Arrived

As he appeared, standing in the hallway with all his gear at the ready, with the sun shining on him from the kitchen window... I just had to ask to stay as you are; For I saw an excellent opportunity for a photographicalisationing! Joe obliged, and I got my camera and took this relatively decent picture, I thought.

Joe liked it on the camera screen, and I asked him for his email to send it to him later. We always find time for a chinwag, laugh and mutual moan.

Always does a good job, too. After getting the windows sorted, I bade him farewell, and I asked him to thank Jenny (his next port of call) for me for the beautiful tomatoes she supplied.

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Readied Things For My Hobble Out

Cash, bus-pass for the journey back, keys, taps, lights and cooker all off, shopping list, (I put that in the basket that the declutterers stole [Intentionally or otherwise] the lid off of).

Crossword book, in case I miss the bus back, reading glasses, hearing aids in, alert bands on the wrists, card, and rubbed some Phorpain into the knees before setting out. 

Closed the newly cleaned windows of the balcony and closed the door.

The Dementia driven checked, double-checking and once more for luck, shoes and coat on, and off out on my hobble down to Sherwood. 

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Grand Weather For A Walk!

Along Chestnut Walk, and turned right down Winchester Street.

Obstacle Number One

Getting through the 'Bet to get cut on a twig' part of the road. I did!

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Inchie Goes Into Makro Mode!

I was determined to try to take a photo, a tenth as good as those that Tim Price does. I put the camera into Macro-Mode. And tried to take some insects on the last of blackberry slowers.

I was patient, not hurrying, and a total failure! The one above was the best of eight or so I tried taking. I just could not hold the camera steady enough.

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Down the Hill

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Crossed back over the road and called in the Co-op store. Got sugar-snap peas and a microwaveable BBQ rib.
Up to the Wilko Store.

Sherwood

Crossed over the road and fought my way through the E-scooters, up to the Afghanistan shop. Bought some bits, £7 worth.  Altaf was not there.

Manfield Road

I risked life and limb with the pavement cyclists. They were like flies! As quick, too! Only just caught this git before he disappeared behind the green box.

£27 Spent at Wilko

WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP!

Came to the checkout and I handed over £40, 2 x twenties, from the five it six in my pocket... I'll have to explain this; The trousers I was wearing had only been worn once, and that was years ago... and I found the cash in the back pocket, which cheered me up!

When the lady told me they were no longer legal tender and had been withdrawn years ago - I was no longer cheered up. I could actually hear the woman behind me tutting! Haha!

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Down To The Bank!

I could see a queue outside as I approached. Then spotted the vandalisation of the building!

It had been graffitied!

Arrived at the Bank

I could not understand how the queue had been formed; a lady opened the doors and told me they are not allowing any more customers in and closing in an hour, with four customers to serve?

Eh?

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Missed The Bus

So, I meandered about window shopping for a while. A lot of people with time to go for a snack and drink. Sitting there doing nothing for ages. 

Of course, I wasn't jealous, 

Up To The Bus Stop

Slowly some more tenants of Winwood Heights arrived. Chrissie, Penny and two more I do not know the names of. We were soon dropping off at the flats, with Penny insisting I get off first, then along with Chrissie and a chap, they shot off back to Woodthorpe Court. They must have stopped for a natter because I caught them up in the link passage.

At the lift, the three of them fitted in the cage. I waited for the other one. All the lost chances for a good gossip today, Humph and fiddlesticks!

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Back In The Flat

A letter had been posted; I'll look at that later. Started to put the purchases away and got the kettle on the boil.

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Porcelain Throne Needed

And oh, boy, It was too!

Down on the plastic, instant action, smooth, quick and of a colossal size! No bleeding, though, with little pain!

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Back to sorting.

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So, I had a peep at the letter delivered.
Asking us if we knew of anyone who might like to live here at Winwood Court. We could forward the photo-copied leaflet to them. Mmm? 

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Mike Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet Still Down!

Started To Update This Blog

A Massive Job!

But, thanks to $22million salaried Liberty Global boss Mike Fries, it had to be cancelled until the Virgin Media Internet signal returned.

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Made a Brew


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Washed The New Shirt

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READ ALL ABHARGT IT, READ ALL ABHARGT IT!

Virgin Internet Media Working Again!

I'll not get too excited, though!

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Bugger Me!

The signal from Mike Fries Liberty-Global only lasted for a few minutes!

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I took some photographs while waiting for a miracle from Mr Fries, Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet!

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Started To Clean The Kitchen

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Herberts Have Started Again

Notepad Consulted.

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Spent hours Updating

It's getting dark now. The Evening Carer will be here any time now; hello, here she is now...

Carer Carole, or Samantha, maybe Pamela... arrived. I hate it when I get them mixed up. Tsk!

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Although today's good moments. were few & far,

There was a fair moment of, there you are!

Money found in my old trews, Haha!

Went shopping in Wilko, feeling jocular,

£26 spent, what a shocker!

Then, told my money was out of date, hit my jugular!

Paid by card, to the bank, it's door locked, not ajar,

Told me that they were closing, blah!

Good job about good luck; I'm not particular,

Today's good moments really were few & far!

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Fodder formulated!

Got some food made up and ate well.

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Internet DOWN yet Again!

If anyone knows of any offers by trainee assassins at a cheap rate? Or anyone selling a working ballistic missile. I wouldn't mind, thanks. Then I could make contact of sorts, with over-paid, number-crunching, fact-fiddling, Mr Fries, and point out my displeasure at his inability to keep Virgin Media Internet online for longer than an hour at a time. It is a little annoying. Thank you.

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Pissed-Off Now!

I'll have to try to catch up with blogging and Facebooking in the morning. I'll get my head down earlier and hope to wake up and make a start on this... assuming that $22million a year, plus expenses salaried, customer-hating Mike Fries of Liberty-Global, who own and are destroying Virgin Media internet, might possibly be back online?

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Evening Photography

From the kitchen window.

Looks homely, doesn't it?

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Message For Mr Fries.

CEO (And number-cruncher) of Liberty-Global.

No, I'd better not!

Thursday, 2 September 2021

Wed 1st Sept 2021: Inchies Day, and sometimes the odd ode might slip in!

♥ This Would Make Hospitalisationing Grrreat! ♥

♥ HRH Lisa & Billum, with butler ♥

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Tuesday Evening

Fancy that!

Bootiful!

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WEDNESDAY 1st SEPTEMBER 2021

03:501hrs: After another Colin Cramp-ridden attempt at sleeping, I gave up and rose carefully, caught my balance, and utilised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket). This one was even more hesitant to flow, but no leaks, fore or aft.

The knees and lower back were still playing me up, so I got some more Phorpain Gel rubbed, well massaged in, and took a swig of the Pentac.

Oh, dear, what a sight!

The legs were the same as yesterday mornings, lumpy, blotchy, fat at the top, skinny at the bottom, bones sticking through the skin? Arthur Itis's knees and Cathy Cartilage hurt as much as they did yesterday. Gonna be a bad day, methinks! Maybe? Perhaps? Possibly?

The hand veins were showing signs of preparing for a burst here & there.

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Tended To The Health Checks

Not too bad a set of figures at all

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Searched For The Missing Comfort!

The main room and kitchen searches failed to find the missing £5 bottles of Comfort, but they may be here somewhere. Then, I had a perusal of the bedroom;

No luck.

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Waste Bags Assembled


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Porcelain Throne Attended

Waiting for the motion to begin, I spent a while on crosswording, not that I got any answers solved. The activities began... Ooh! Argh! Heck!, and so on. A painful en route brick-like melena torpedo was evacuated. So slowly, plenty of mucus-coated blood, but not messy at all.

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Computer Turned On

Made a start on this blogs photos.

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A brew and a Mental stew

Pondered over what was on today for me. Some great things, some not so appealing, it would seem. 

Natalie may be coming to do the medications today. (No, she didn't) I haven't seen her for many weeks now. Jillie ♥ may find time to call in to see how the decluttering and cleaning went yesterday. Bit of a disaster that was! Considering this is how they left it after the mock-cleaning up for me in the kitchen, not to mention the Comforts mystery disappearance... But I'll repeat it all the same. Humph!

No wonder when they'd gone, and I went to see how they cleaned the kitchen and found the floor was swimming with water, I ended up on the floor, slipping in the water! The water seemed to have bits of dirt and bric-a-brac of mullock floating in it? For £345, I expected a little better than this.

Then I asked them not to take the full bottles of Comfort, just the part bottle, and they seem to have done the opposite, leaving the part bottle only... taking the two £5 each bottle home with them. They may claim to the Charity Organisation, of course. Professional Con-Men, but credit where it's due, how could they not cheat me? I'm so gullible; it was just too tempting for the Arthur Daley types! 

And the Iceland delivery is due between 08:00 > 10:00hrs. I've ordered some microwaveable sausages, chips and burgers. Looking forward to trying them. I don't think I've had any fresh sausages since the oven broke down, about three years ago now, or longer?

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Carer Julia Arrived

I think that was her name. I relieved some of my anxiety and tension over the Declutterer Spivs; she listened calmly and viewed the photographicalistions of their rather sad imitation cleaning. Then agreed Jill needs to inform someone, took two drinkies and departed.

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The Iceland Man Cometh

He put the bags through the doorway for me and selected a can of plonk in thanks. After he'd gone and I was struggling to get the bags to the kitchen, I realised that I'd forgotten to remember returning the substituted Robirch fry-pan sausages for the Microwave ones... Tsk! My retrospection fails whenever I have two things to think of at the same time... well, no, to be fair, the old memory is past its use-by date now! It's been that way for a while.

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Getting washed and put away by the declutterers & cleaners yesterday tray, I spotted this.

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Unloaded The Fodder


Got everything from Iceland put away. It left me with a too-full fridge, which I intend to reduce throughout the day. And an even fuller freezer!


Note the substituted sausages for microwave ones; Julie is calling later, so she can have them. The microwaveable burger cobs look nice. I'll make a chip butty later on with the McCains and two of the ready sliced soft wholemeal cobs.

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Carried the waste bags to the Chute.

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Chip Buttie Time!

My loss of hunger yesterday is beginning to return! I used the microwave for the first time this morning.

I put Squid Sauce on one half of each cob (salt substitute) and sprinkled vinegar on the other half of each cob. Moderately inventive, I thought?

The instructions were 1 minute, shake the box, and return for another minute. They tasted passable to me; then again, I've not had any chips for yonks.

Had a brew of Glengettie with the soft cobbed chip butties. Nice!

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Missed Photo From Earlier

Earlier this morning, the end car park. Not exactly full, is it? Hehe!

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Warden Julie Arrived

She'd called to give me the new key, for when I get the key box fitted. It'll be a while yet. I started to tell Julie about the decluttering farce and my accifauxpas. She was in a rush, on her own I think. Had to rush off to get more jobs done.

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Updating This Blog

As I was typing, mostly in error, making cock-ups and ever correcting; and not in a very good mood. In fact, feeling ominous, gloomy, fearful, lonely, with a smidgeon of depression beginning to creep in, and I lost any whoosh, drive or desire to do anything at all? The Darkness was dawning.

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Ablutions Tackled

Hopefully, it might cheer me a little. Off to the wet room, back in a bit... I hope!

The feet have calmed down, now.

Well, a bit of a mess that was!

All the shaving tackle, medications, cleaners had to be searched for. The declutterer had thrown most of them into a box, right in front of the trolley. Took me ages to find things.

Of the eight bottles of bleach and five bottles of toilet cleaner, they had left me with one part-emptied bottle of each!

The session went okay, but I was in a deeper mood than ever, each time I had to search for something to use. Gits!


The bruise from the Declutter's at fault tumble yesterday was clearing up.

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Social Services Neelah Rang

It was by way of a courtesy call, checking on the felicitousness of the Dangerous Declutter Duo who attended. The job they did of conning me was till wrangling me, thus my reply came out, 'As I thought it'.

They were con-men, Neelah! Explained the things was unhappy with (this took about ten minutes!). I managed not to swear. But I told it as it was, including the dirty floor in the wet room, and the flooded kitchen floor that I fell over on and into when I opened the door to go in after they had left.

This seemed to surprise Neelah, and I repeated my belief that they were con-men, and told her why. 

She changed the subject. Asked about my wanting someone to do my shopping and laundry. My answer was curt, but not impolite I think: "I cannot afford to pay the £650 pound a week costs, and sending myself into bankruptcy"

I managed to get back on the subject of my being treated and virtually robbed, insulted and injured by the Nottingham City Council rated Declutterers. I told Neelah that I do not want any conflict with the bully-boy, but my having an accident due to their carelessness. And having to clean up what they should have, and had been paid for, irked at me. She will have a word. I hope it doesn't prompt the bullies into coming back to take revenge on me.

Neelah told me I was now off of their list of in-need tenants. I thanked her and decided to get something else to eat. Feeling low again now. The food may help... or not!

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Fed Myself

Another microwave mini-feast. McCains 

Then I fell asleep - It Was Bliss!

To be woken up by the evening carer. T'was young Samantha. Told her briefly about the decluttering farce after she'd gave me the medications to take. Offered her a choice of drinks to take, and she took two. Hehe!

I realised afterwards that I'd had a session with Sweet Morpheus, for three hours!

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COVID Latest Local Figures

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Evening Photo Of The Sun-set

Bootiful!

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Potatoes in a saucepan to marinate

I used some liquid smoke, and the Squid sauce, which is basically Anchovies. I'm using this as an alternative to salt sometimes. I forget why now... but still.

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Washed some Trousers

All done, washed, rinsed, rung and hung to dry above the kitchen sink.

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Hoovered the hallway

Got the mini-hoover and cleaned the hallway. It was too late to take the waste bags to the chute... so I didn't! It's looking tidier, innit? That's cause the decluttering crew, have crammed the stuff that they have not taken in boxes and hid them in the big room. Hahaha!

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Made A Morrison Order

Which needed doing, because the Declutters and Cleaners who did not clean but made more mess, have taken all of my full laundry washing liquids, and bleach leaving me just one bottle of bleach and I am out altogether now of laundry washing liquids. Bless the Con-Men!

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Ode to I know not what, nor tell?

My confusion has no close parallel,

Daily, the mental anguish, it's hell!

Occasionally, it's sweet, like caramel,

Or when someone rings my doorbell,

Who is it? One can never quell, 

I must accept this bombshell,

It's usually someone with something to sell...

The Thought Storms arrive, pell-mel,

Then the fears join the daunting carousel,

Worries defeat to remember and retell,

Better ensure I'm wearing some apparel,

I wasn't the last time toppled over and fell,

The Paramedic didn't laugh, she was an angel,

She flickered a smile, that was a marvel,

But enough of my meaningless twaddle,

I must control my limited brain cell,

Someone once said, 'Inchy, you've done well!'

I can't recall who, but what the hell...

I've had the odd moment, a successful spell,

This memory though, I must dispel, cancel,

Good luck? It's no good on history to dwell,

One may expect it, not get it and feel unwell,

I wonder if the battery in my ticker is Duracell?

Lost my sense of smell, not exactly a death knell,

No need to lose it, and roll out the barrel,

Gone are my days of chasing after Mam'selle,

Could I try again, go back to the birth canal...

Ah... in failure I can always excel!

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Finished This Blog