There are hundreds more of these Celebrations Days, but I chose these, because, in actual fact, none of them apply to me.
14th February – We have a Valentines day;
For those involved in sexual passions and have a partner.
1st March – We have St David’s Day;
For the Welsh folk.
6th March – We Have Mothers Day;
For those ladies who have children.
8th March – We have the International Women’s Day;
General celebration of respect, appreciation, and love towards women, to a celebration of women’s economic, political, and social achievements.
9th March – We have The National No Smoking Day:
To shame the poor buggers who are addicted to nicotine.
17th March – We have St Patricks Day;
To boost the sales of Guinness, and give the lads an excuse for being late for work in the morning.
18th March – We have Purple Day;
To brighten up everyone’s day with a little bit of purple and a lot of fun iin your school, workplace or community. (?)
19th March – We have National Poultry Day;
Chicken, turkey and other birds we commonly consume are celebrated on this day. (?)
1st April – We have Walk to Work Day;
For those who just might still have a job. Introduced to encourage people to be mindful of their health and their carbon footprint and a great excuse to treat yourself to that latte on the way to work, as your reward for all those extra calories burned off.
2nd April – We have The Pillow Fight Day;
A pillow fight flash mob is a social phenomenon of flash mobbing and shares many characteristics of a culture jam. (?)
2nd April – We also have – International Children’s Book Day;
Hans Christian Andersen’s birthday and since 1967 International Children’s Book Day has been celebrated on or around this day to inspire a love of reading and to call attention to children’s books.
15th April – We have Microvolunteering Day; is now in its third successful year, and is a unique opportunity for
Now in its third successful year, and is a unique opportunity for microvolunteering platforms, volunteering involved organisations & individuals to join together in a synchronised effort to demonstrate the empowering potential of the microvolunteering concept.
23rd April – We have William Shakespeare’s day;
To celebrate the bard.
19th June – We have Father’s Day;
To mollycoddle those who can’t keep their pecker in their zip.
21st June – We have Summer solstice day;
For pagans, hippies, druggies and wino’s.
5th July – We have Eid al-Fitr Day;
For Muslims, to celebrate the end of Ramadan.
30th November – We have Diwali Day;
Festival of Lights for Hindu, Sikh and Jain communities.
30th November – We also have St Andrew’s Day;
To assist the whisky and haggis industry and hopefully devolution.
Up at 0400hrs, again in need of the using the facilitations of the bathroom porcelain. Little Inchy needed decoking and cleaning after last nights Whoopsiedangleplop. However Anne Gyna had eased, but the Roger the Reflux Valve was making me gasp and struggle a bit.
To the kitchen and put the kettle on.
I made an effort to take another photographicalisation of the view, with the light reflecting on the photo from the light behind.
Just for a bit of fun. Well, I say fun, is fun the right word. Should I have used amusement or interest? And am I losing it early today? Hehehe!
Made a cuppa and took the medications.
Pondered on the days requirements. Try to get some WordPressing done. Doctors at 1100hrs. Phone Clinic to confirm my appointment time. Oh, the dentist, no that’s tomorrow isn’t it. I really must try to get some cleaning up done sometime today, even if it’s only a bit. I can’t get rid of the feeling that I’ve forgotten something? A horrible sensation that!
Got on with completing Sunday’s diary, and tries to do an Iceland order, but at the end of the process it told me ‘A problem has occurred – Please go back, so I decided not to bother and ignored it.
Did some Facebooking. Had to prevent myself from forgetting the time, need to have me bath and ablutions yet, before I get the things ready for the walk to the surgery.
I cleared away and titivated the kitchen, then got into the bathroom to do my ablutions. Rather disappointed as the water ran cold so quickly and had to make due with a few inches of water. Must inform the caretaker later.
Got put sooner than planned when I started shivering. It took a while, the back and Arthur Itis saw to that.
Pottered about and got the things ready for the INR blood test, bus-pass for later, mobile phone, camera, nibbles for the medical team and gloves all into the bag.
I did my usual checks to make sure I’d not left anything on: And found the hot tap running in the kitchen! Grottyswellski! No wonder the bath was not hot!
Took the rubbish bags and put them down the chute on the way down.
Walked down the Winchester Street Hill into Sherwood, left up the hill then down into Carrington. Phones sister Jane on the way and had a little natter.
Arrived at the surgery and booked in, and got the crossword book out. It was the Obergruppenfurher nurse on duty today, but she was surprisingly friendly with me? She decided to find a new vein today because she said the old one was overused and going hard?
Left the bag of nibbles with the receptionist and poddled to the bus stop and caught a bus into town. Arthur Itis seemed to be easing off, ni idea why, but I was pleased with this. The back continued to give me some jip, though.
Dropped off the bus and walked to Upper Parliament Street to catch one to Morrison’s in Netherfield. Took a photo of the crowds on Clinton Street. It reminded me of New York, with the moody sunshine and folks all wrapped up well.
I got to the bus-stop and looked up to take a photo of Centre Mission and Church.
I said a few words asking for the easing of pains for a few friends who are suffering at the moment.
The bus arrived, swiped my bus-pass and enjoyed the sunshine as we drove out through town, Colwick and to Netherfield. I’d decided to go to Morrisons cause Iceland’s website, wouldn’t take my order for delivery.
I checked the times of the buses to go back, not a bad service, three an hour during the daytime.
I’m afraid I bought some ‘Naughty foods’ : Strawberry desserts (3), Hartleys mandarins in jelly (4) Honey coated cashew nuts, honey yogurt… Tsk!
Timed it well to get the bus back to town. Got to Queen Street, and again was lucky with the timing as the L9 turned up at he bus stop as I did. (Getting a bit worried about things going right for me at this point, my EQ told me I was going to pay for it later!)
I even fell asleep on the bus, but woke up as it was driving into Chestnut Walk outside the flats, brilliant!
As I got into the foyer, a lady there spoke to me, as I checked to see if there was a washing machine free in the laundry room, (No, all in use) and I could feel the blood running down my arm onto my gloves. I had to leave her rather abruptly as I hastened up to the flat, into the bathroom and cleaned it up, and had to put some Brute aftershave on it to get it to stop. (Stung a bit that did, hehe!)
Put the things away in cupboards and fridge, had to manipulate the contents of the freezer to make room for stuff to go in.
Kettle on, and started to prepare the nosh.
Took a photo through the window of the glorious clouds.
I stayed in the kitchen and read my bookwhile the fodder was cooking, and kept a close eye on it.
I thought it came out okay.
I made some lamb gravy to add to it. The vegetables were not too bad. Added beetroot and a cooked chicken thigh.
Added beetroot and a cooked chicken thigh.
A pot of the Strawberry dessert for afters, and moved it all into the front room on a tray, to eat on my knee while I watched TV.
The idea turned out not to be a good one! The Whoopsiedangleplop proved this!
I managed to fall asleep and dropped the tray and fodder off of my knee. Bits of the meal were spread on my dressing gown, slippers, the carpet, on and under the arm chair & cover… I swore quite a bit.
Fetched Horatio the Hoover, and in combination with Boris the mini Black & Decker hand vacuum, set about cleaning the mess up.
Down on the knees to clean under the chair (Roger Reflux, Anne Gina and Arthur Itis were not pleased with this and had been giving me anguish ever since, Humph), picking the bits up by hand that had somehow gotten everywhere and it felt like into every crevis!Sprayed fabric deodoriser, over the materials, then passed the wind, and sprayed citrus fresh air spray all over. Getting back up was not an easy or pain-free job either.
In the middle of all this sorting, the phone went; It was the Iceland delivery???
I thought their system told me they could not take my order? I had no email to inform me about it? Had to re-sort the freezer again to make room for the chips that were delivered.
Had to re-sort the freezer again to make room for the chips that were delivered.And how I managed to order this great big box of
And how I managed to order this great big box of Surf is anyone’s guess?
Still, the Whoopsiedangleplop got me to clean the room up a bit, Hehe!
Had a cuppa, felt sorry for me, a little depressed and put the TV on.
I succeeded in watching a whole programme, then off into the land of nod, at last!
Been awake for ages, stirred into action around 0500 hrs, carefully mind! Roger Reflux valve and Anne Gyna had both been giving me grief during the night. The lower back seems to have calmed down after all the bending to clean up after last nights series of Whoopsidangleplops!
Not feeling so good again (So tired and again already) now, but not complaining, at least, the ulcer and Arthur Itis are both being kind to me this morning. I made a cup of tea and took the medications. Getting low on Glyceryl trinitrate now, good job I’m going for the INR blood level test tomorrow, I’ll ask for some extra. Dentists on Tuesday.
Found some bits on the carpet from last night’s Whoopsidangleplop with the fodder, that I’m missed when cleaning it up. Very gently I got down and picked them up, took them to the bin, and returned with a damp cloth and got down again delicately, to try and remove the stains. Did a reasonable job, then getting back up again I felt the warm wet feeling coming from Little Inchy’s area. I’m managed to get the lesion bleeding again. Into the bathroom to clean him up, then applied the Dakacort cream again.While in there, I popped on the throne. As I sat there, I noticed the carbolic soap in the tray near the bath, and felt cheered up a bit somehow? Is it, or not is not sad for an old fart to get himself taken to heart at the thought of having a bath using his beloved carbolic soap or not?
While in there, I popped on the throne. As I sat there, I noticed the carbolic soap in the tray near the bath, and felt cheered up a bit somehow? – Is it, or not is not sad for an old fart to get himself taken to heart at the thought of having a bath using his beloved carbolic soap or not?
I looked at the laundry bag; it was getting filled up again, so decided today to get the laundry done. If I can catch a machine, that’s not in use. Decisions decisions Hehe!
After I get the laundry done, I might get a walk in the Woodthorpe Grange Park while the dryer is working and get some photographicalisationing done?
Best see how the weather develops.
The scene from the kitchen window was nice looking.
The thermometer on he window side was up to 57ºf.
I got the laptop on and completed yesterday’s diary. Then, checked the weather forecast for today; Cloudy, 44ºf and the winds twixt 7 and nine mph, doesn’t sound too bad that.
Had a good wash and brushed up, the shave producing several cuts on te chin and one on the neck.
Took my bag with me with the dirty washing, and got down to the Laundry Room. Got the washing machine on ‘Fast mode’, and did some crosswords in the foyer while waiting. Not many folks around today and those that did pass-by were not in a talkative mood to reply to my “Good Morning, are you keeping well” greeting.
One washer machine and one dryer were in use. As soon as my wash had finished I got to clobber into a drier. The one that was in use had ended earlier, and someone had left a green bag on top of the machine. I took their stuff out, and folded it into the green bag and left it on top of the dryer. I was obvious by the clothing, it belonged to an old dear.
I got the dryer going and departed for a walk up to the park with my camera.
I decide against going round the back of the flats into the park, as it looked rather muddy.
Hobbled up the gravel footpath instead, not that was a lot less muddy.
The Copse had many broken branches strewn around, as did the path at the top the of the hill.
Up, on the main footpath, at the head of the hill, the mud was unavoidable and very slippy. I noticed some daffodils or narcissus growing under some trees and foolishly tried to walk closer to get a photo of this wonder of nature.
I saw some daffodils or narcissus growing under some trees and foolishly attempted to walk closer to get a picture of this wonder of nature. What a plonker! Got myself stuck in the mud, nearly lost a shoe, and had a hell of a time finding a way back to the path without slipping over! Tsk!
I walked up the path to watch some football match for a while, but gave up, even the road was covered in mud at that end.
On the way back after deciding to retrace my steps to the flat, I met the Greyhound Lady with a different Whippet. He was friendly enough, and the lady told me this dog refuses to walk in mud and always avoids it. I wish I had been as wise!
Many people out in the park today.
I managed to get down the gravel path and into the foyer. Tried to clean off some of the mud on the kerb beforehand, not very successful, though.
I went into the laundry room and used some tissues and ran water from the tap to clean up my shoes best I could, and then tackled mud on the bottom of my jeans when I noticed it putting my shoes back on.
I wished I’d known who’s the washing in the green bag was, it had still not been collected, I could have taken it to her flat for her.
Did some more cross-wording while waiting for dryer, to finish. Got the togs folded into my bag, and got back up to the flat. Put the clothes away and made a cuppa.
Laptop on to update this diary, the started the ‘Ode post’.
Got it done and posted, and then went on Facebook.
Feeling a bit better now, Anne Gyna has eased off a lot.
Got the fodder prepared. Beef slice, potato cakes, roast vegetables, four little potatoes, made gravy, beetroot, and put black bean cooking sauce on the slice. Then when I served it up, dropped two chicken thighs on the tray. Greed!
Crossed fingers it comes out okay. Strawberry dessert (Last one, sob!) for afters.
No Whoopsiedangeplops while making or eating this gastronomic delight. Pigged it and ate the lot! (Coy mode adopted)
However; when I did the washing up afterwards, I found it no effort at all to drop the washing-up liquid bottle and coat my trousers socks and slippers in Morrison’s Savers green liquid. Then slid painfully about for a few seconds on the now almost like an ice rink floor.
This incident and the cleaning up afterwards brought on Anne Gyna, Little Inchy bleeding again and even Arthur Itis joined in. Notwithstanding, I kept me pecker up, cleaned it up, changed clothes, took me late medications and settled into the even more damaged 1959 imitation leather arm chair, painfully.
Watched a lot of TV tonight, over three hours. Fair enough, it was interspersed with nodding-off periods, but overall, I did well staying awake. I eventually went off into the land of nod, much needed after the last two nights, managing four hours without hiatus. Zzzz!