Wednesday 29th June 2016
Woke around 0155hrs, desperate to get back to sleep and continue the dream I’d been having! I failed, but did scribble some notes down on the pad for later it seems, as I found them after I’d managed to nod off again and woke at 0445hrs. Of course, I could remember nothing of the dreams, but the notes informed me that I was young again, and doing what kids do, with a particular group of females. Amongst the words on the paper were: Dancing, snogging and Skoda Estelle?
To the throne, made a cuppa and got the laptop on. Did some graphicalisationing, Facebook, WordPress and emails. Then went on Google Maps to see where the Feet First Chiropodist was on Upper Parliament Street.
Very handily placed with the L9 bus-stop just a few yards away.
Around 0830hrs, I had to force myself off the laptop and get the ablutions done in readiness for my departure out into the heavy rain and winds! A chance to test the new umbrella out.
I nipped to see Olive on the way out, give her a box of liqueurs and asked if it is alright for me to call tomorrow and get a pain-gel massage. She agreed, and she was looking well this morning.
Down to the lobby, where three Lady tenants and two male had gathered to wait for the bus to arrive. Nice chinwag, joke and I gave them some nibbles. Well, not one man, he is known amongst the old tenants as Mr Grumps, for good reason.
Got the bus, it was late, but at least it came today.
The rain continued to pour down, and I tried out the new umbrella as I walked to the Wilko store, it was fine and coped with the wind (The weather’s wind, not mine. Hehehe!). I got the citrus scented arm spray, and nipped to the Poundland Store, in hopes they may have some of the Deo-fabric-spray 
back in stock, they hadn’t, but they did have some After Eight Mints, so I got a box for Olive.
Naughty Nottingham Pavement cyclists were rampant all around yet again.
I nipped down to the Feet First Chiropodist and gave the lady on reception my list of medications. She gave me an A4 New Patient form to fill in. After ten minutes she’d spotted me still going, as I tried to get all the medications listed in the box provided, copying them from the three prescription lists. She offered to photocopy them for me. Then found the printer had ran out of ink. Again she helped by copying them for me onto another A4 sheet by hand.
I was shortly called into a treatment room, and the lady got me plates into a bowl of bubbling water, then got her shears out and cut me toe nails, even filed them afterwards – and… she put my socks back on for me, cause she saw how I struggled to get them off earlier. Bless her cotton socks!
I made another appointment with the receptionist for Friday 12th August at 1115hrs, paid me £25 and out into the rain. This brolly is a good un up to know anyway.
I went up and over the walk-over and took a photograph of the weather-beaten Nottinghamians below.
Three alcoholics had settled in the corner and were making some threatening noises in my direction as I took this photograph on the left, through the glass.
I asked them if they wanted their photo taken – I think they said something like “Go forth and multiply”, but in other words like.
I limped along through the Victoria Centre (Mall) and had a walk through the market. Very sad so many empty stalls and bad food on show. I went all the way through, window shopping. At the other end was a Pound World shop, so I nipped in there to look for any fabric freshener but they didn’t have any either. I did get some caramelised biscuits and a box of 160 Brooke bond D tea-bags, though. Not had them for a while.
The trusty new brolly protected most of me on the walk to the bus stop to catch the L9 bus back to the flats. Stirling Moss was driving it today, I recognise him now, after risking life and limb on his bus before.
Stayed awake. (Mostly thanks to driver Stirling’s and battling to stay in the seat at every corner and when he braked one had to take care you didn’t hit you head or chin on the seat in front)
Off the bus, Mr Grumpy was on the bus, but he ignored my greeting when he got on. Nipped up and wee-wee’d post haste, put the kettle on, the nibbles away, got the lamb hock boiling and got updating this post and did some graphics.
Checked the emails and Facebooked a while.
The nosh turned out a bit of a disaster I’m afraid.
The potato waffles were tasteless, the lamb all bone, the bread dried, the apple super-tasteless… the dessert too sweet, but the banana was nice!
I could only rate this one at 3/10!
Picked up TV mag to see what was on, and the programmes I chose did not show, other programmes came on? I checked with the built in TV guide and that was different again? I thought I was going bonkers?
Found a letter delivered from Virgin, informing me that the TV and internet would not be available on 21st July from 0700hrs to 17oohrs while they upgrade the service? But the phone line will not be affected.
Well, the Virgin internet connection certainly needs something doing to it, it is worse than what BT were, and that’s saying something.
I got the nibbles sorted and into the bag ready for the Social Hour tomorrow morning. I’m looking forward to that.
Sleep came easier tonight (at last), despite the left foot big toe stinging a bit. I think the filing, or maybe they cut the nail down a bit too far done at the chiropodist might be the reason?
The wind caught me off guard a bit, and I nearly went over!
So beautiful.
Their laughter made me smile too! One of the women said I’d made her day!
Took a photo while on the walkover tunnel, of a Watson Fothergill designed building.
Walked through Climber Street, nowhere as busy as usual today, and into the Slab Square.
Watched the sad for us Brit’s Iceland v England game on the box, oh the shame!
Got the laundry and things assembled in the bag, and went down to the laundry room.
The time left on the dryer was 40 minutes, the washer I’d put on quick mode will take 30 minutes.
I got the washer going and returned to the apartment, not in a good mood.
Did some graphicalisationing, before Olive brought her grandson around and he set to putting up the pole in the wetroom, then started erecting the thin storage cabinets for me. Damned decent of him.
He then set about making the first of the storage cabinets, got it finished and put it in place for me next to the porcelain throne.
Into the shower and abluted, night attire on, made a cuppa and got the Crock-Pot vegetable stew served up, nice!
Got the nosh on, bacon and tomatoes with bread thins. Oh, and a pot of Lemon Drizzle dessert, you know, the ones that jump into your shopping basket when you shop at Asda (Walmart)… Hehe! Oh, and a lemon yogurt. Oh, and two chicken thighs.
started this post off, after finding out that the Brexit Leave vote had won the referendum.
Caught the bus to the clinic and went through some embarrassing examinations. First by the female doctor in the ante room after she interviewed me. She fetched a male colleague to have a look at Little Inchy and his lesion, then they brought three more female students to examine me. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, well, muttering to each other, but one of the student couldn’t contain a smirk or two. Hehe! I hope they were giving them some lessons to learn later, and not the ‘Come here and have a laugh at this’ routine. They all left bar the male doctor, and he prescribed some more of the same ointment, the green one at the bottom this time.
Had the evening medications with the nosh. Nice too. Lamb shank in gravy, new potatoes and mushrooms.
I took the rubbish bags to the chute and took a selfie with the voting form on the way down in the lift. (Just showing off!)
On the walk back to the flat, I noticed that whoever it was that had planted the pretty flowers at the gable end of the garages, had been tending them lovingly.
gal, and my heart is beating like it hasn’t in years!
Set about sorting out the medication pots.
The Crock-Pot was all done, and I got the beef casserole into a dish, some bread and the once Fresh Cream French Horn for afters.
The sky over the copse looked a little threatening, yet so beautiful this dank morning.
As I exited and made my way to the bus-stop for the L9 route – I noticed some repairmen and a police forensic van and car at the new Salvation Army building.
When I got on the bus, Lenny was there with his care worker. I don’t know if that is his name, but h is often on the bus when I use it. The poor chap can only grunt, which he does all the time, and he points to things with his finger most of the time. I do talk to him, say hello as I pass him by, give him a smile… but he isn’t aware of anyone around him. Some days he seems angry, some depressed but today, he was almost smiling.
The two flat boxes at the rear of this photograph contained the poles, I expected a long box for these? Checked the invoice charging to see if the binoculars had been cancelled, but no, there it was, the first item on the list?
She said her son, Roger was calling to see her tonight, and she would ask him to come and take a look at the pole for the wetroom for me.
Did the graphic for the top of the page, then later found the one I’d already done in readiness for it and lost… Tsk! Here it is above.
Stirred the Crock-pot, smelling good now! Updated this, then took the medications.
The sex-pot Grizelda gave me a couple of smiles and made us both a cup of tea. BJ managed to get himself in the background of one of the photo’s I took. Hehe!
I took a photograph of an Arnold destined city Transport bus, catching this lady in the shot.
the wind low, and BJ even posed for this photographicalisation next to his car outside the launderette for me.
Had a rather delectable meal. Did the last of the foul tasting Polish tomatoes with some sliced mini peppers in the oven, mushrooms and small potatoes boiled in the saucepan, pork pie, pickled beetroots, one buttered sourdough bread and a little apple. It was so tasty, I’ll have to give this one a deserved 9.55/10!