Monday 20th June 2016
Woke at 0455hrs, as I was (I think) having a dream: I was sat on an L9 bus, talking to one of the passengers on the other side of the bus. When I thought the lady fell asleep – I was glad at the time that it wasn’t only me who did this. The bus driver was laughing heinously, he turned to look at the passengers, and it was David Cameron in a gas mask? He told us that we all deserve to lose our bus passes, for voting for Brexit and furthermore the old age pension will have to be reduced by 40%… the gas will now be released, suitably I am using Zyklon B, thus removing 22 more costly old farts from the government costs! A manic, yet posh laugh followed. For some reason it didn’t effect me, I ran to each of the other passengers, they were all gone, all looking peaceful. It was as if Cameron couldn’t see me as I walked up to the front of the bus, and when I tried to tell him that the Brexit voting had not taken place yet, he just ignored me? He started to pour champagne from a bottle, into a large can of the poison gas, still laughing… Strange early morning dream that one!
The £300 second-hand recliner noisily allowed me out of it, and straight to the porcelain. This morning, the wee-weeing was still lengthy, but not as much as yesterday morning was. The heavy duty job went okay, no bleeding again. Two days now without any, looking good?
The joints were allowing me to move about with relative ease too!
Took the medications with a nice strong cup of tea, and into the ‘Wetroom’ to do my ablutions. All went well, no cuts from the new razors.
Did some tidying up (Not a lot mind!).
Took the rubbish bags to the chute on the way down to go to town in the rain. In the lobby, I had gossip, with some other tenants. As more of the ladies arrived at the bus-stop, I moved out to make room for them under the shelter, I put me brolly up, and it blew inside out straight away. Tsk!
Another Whoopsiedangleplop! Huh!
Got into town and called in the Poundland Store and got a brolly, well I got two. Along with some nibbles for the nurses later and a Pork Farms Pork Pie.
Then as I came out, I thought I’d take a photo of the crowds in the rain… Whoopsiedangleplop! No card in the camera! I’d left it in the laptop again! So got the new brolly up and walked to Jessops Camera shop on Clumber Street to buy yet another card! They had some 32GB ones of their own label, they were a bit cheaper, so I got one of those. This meant a trip to the bank as I used up all the cash I had with me to buy it. Thus, I got a bit wet again as I hobbled into the
City Centre and to the bank.
Got some cash, and remembered to ask for £20 of it in twenty-pence pieces. (To use in the laundry room you see? I almost surprised myself remembering then, Hehe! )
Then another trek, this time to Victoria Centre, where I took the walk-over entrance on Upper Parliament Street, where I got the camera out to take a photo of the crowds in the rain.
Perfect timing too, just second before I took the shot through the glass, the rain torrented down even harder, but only for a few seconds.
I thought it gave a bit of an eerie feeling to the photograph?
It certainly caught out a few folks who got trapped in the sudden downpour! Shame there was no pavement cyclists to get caught in it. Hehe!
Walked into the shopping centre (Mall for our American ether-friends), and as I glanced down to the lower level, the most adorable young boy, who was laughing and smiling taking an interest in everything going on around him, espied me, with my camera. As I was about to take a photographicalisation of an electric powered Nissan car on display a few yards away from the lad and his father. The boy smiled even wider, and I offered him a wave, and he gave me one back and pointed at me. This made it all worth the while of me getting soaked in the rain just to see him. What a happy lad he looked.
They had cleverly cut the car in half to display the features, and it drew a crowd of petrol heads…
Mind you, being electric-powered, perhaps I should call them Power socket heads?
I pressed on towards the Tesco Store to get some bread and whatever else I would no doubt get that I didn’t need.
Dow the escalator without any hiatus, and as I passed by the jewellery store, I took out the camera to take a photograph for the classy TFZer ladies and gents.
These ornaments, are they called? They were all labelled as New.
Some of them were rather pretty I thought.
But where did the idea’s come from? Are they from a children’s TV programme or a new Walt Disney film?
Into the Tesco store and I was immediately disappointed the there would be none of the Fresh Cream Horns jumping into my shopping basket today – they didn’t have any in stock! Huh! Just when I decided to weaken as well – Grumph! Hehe!
I wandered around, got some vegetables for tomorrow’s Crock-pot, and mini peppers. (Going to have Pork Pie today, with mushrooms, peppers and some of the bread-thins with sourdough that I got).
Left and crossed over the road and called in the Pound World shop to try and get some of the Neutradol fabric-freshener but they didn’t have any in stock either. However, I came out with mini-cereal packs, caramelised biscuits and another mini umbrella. Tsk! Still it was for Olive.
The rain had lessened as I made my way to the bus stop on King Street.
Caught the L9 bus and was back at the flats in 35 minutes.
I think the driver must have been due his lunch break?
Up and into the flat, wee-wee’d, put the nosh away, made a cuppa and took the midday medications.
Then got the fish in the oven, forgetting I was going to have the pork pie – Tsk! Mushrooms in the saucepan, onions and beetroot on the plate ready, sourdough bread too, the added the tomatoes and peppers in the oven with the battered fish.
Laptop on to update this while it cooked.
Did some Facebooking.
Settled to watch the England Footy match. We qualified at least, but once again the failure to score goals was worrying.
The mind was racing again, I was still watching TV at 0200hrs. Eventually nodded off, though.
TTFN, all.
Taking my usual view of the incredible scenery, I took a photo of the flowers on the bushes twelve floors down from the window. I was well pleased with how decent the image from the camera was, from such a great distance and zoomed so close up.
Read the book for a while, but still felt drained for no reason?
Into the kitchen and got the kettle on – the view out through the window of the copse below brought a smile to my face.
Got in the flat, wee-wee’d and made a cuppa. Took the midday medications. Then I got the laptop on and updated this to here and tried the camera out by taking a photo from the kitchen window.
Checked the baking potatoes, turned them over,
the mixture on an oven tray and forked the top of it to allow for quick browning and returned it to the oven, along with beef slices.
Said thanks and bid Julie and Deans farewell and back to the home… I like that word. On the way, I spotted three wood pigeons on the grass.
Went back up to get the mobile phone.
Called in the fruiterer’s, but they had no Cox’s apples. Up the hill and called in Wilko to get a bottle of Dettol lavender disinfectant, but they had none in stock!
Walked up and through Woodthorpe Park back to the flats and walked the last stint down through the copse.
The weather had gone a bit dark, and the sunshine weakened earlier when I was on Mansfield Road after I came out of the Co-op store.
Updated this and then dined well on, potato rostis, mushrooms. sweet peppers, onions in oil, diced salad beetroot with carrots and onions, tomatoes, mini pork pie and chicken thighs.
When I woke, I saw the kitchen towels with their blobs of blood at the side of the £300 second-hand creaking recliner and checked if the ear had stopped bleeding.
Took the medications with a cup of char.
I’d forgotten to take the camera and mobile with me so I couldn’t ring him up to see if he was alright. However, it was a good session today. Mainly gossiping with and listening to Toni, William and Eddie. I enjoyed it so much.
got some shopping while I was there. Wholemeal Irish Batch Bread, Honey yoghourts, two desserts, tomato puree and a TV paper for next week.
Observed that the bench near the stop had suffered even more damage that on Tuesday, again.
When I got off the bus, I meandered down towards the copse.
Got in, noticed the washing machines were free. Up to the flat and wee-wee’d lengthily, got the laundry down and in the washer.
But I managed to get the fodder prepared without any hiatus.
I had to smile again when I saw Lynton’s postcard on the desk.
Sister Jane rang, told me to look at page eight of the Nottingham Post, about a resident who had a Whoopsiedangeplop and had to go to the hospital, and the help he had received.
and after shave generously applied, I thought I’d stopped in and got in the shower.
Medications took and the simple nosh served and enjoyed.
I dived down into the £300 second-hand noisy but working recliner with many paper towels to hand nearby on the arm of the chair.
I was soon out at the bus stop with a few other tenants, waiting in the rain.
When the first, Nottingham destined L9 bus arrived, I was left all on my own.
I arrived in Arnold and went to the Wilko store first. 
Went to catch the L9 back to the flats.
Back to the CorelDraw graphic creating, and go got a little carried away with it I’m afraid… Whoopsiedangleplop!
Surely by now it would be safe to walk on the floor and investigate the shower workings I thought?
Got to the Community Hut and found both Obergruppenfurhers in attendance. Julie looked a lot better today after her poorly spell.
Then I took some photographs of them so I could make up some funny graphicalisations of them later. The one above was in the office in the Community Shed.
I remembered about the Iceland delivery coming today twixt 1200 > 1400 hrs. So placed the shelves on wheels at the front door in readiness.
Mopped the kitchen floor – not a good idea really, cause it brought to mind and sight the mess everywhere else in the kitchen.
mobile drawer unit for me, and he was soon off. I cleaned and put away the mop and bucket, then checked the goods delivered. The 2 for Pound mushrooms was one for a Pound, can’t find the second one anywhere. The salad tomatoes were Polish, luckily I plan on doing another stew, so they can be used it that. Fortunately, I have the new kitchen knives that should eventually cut through the tomatoes to slice them and put them in with the other vegetables. The bitter foul horribly acidic taste should dissipate a bit over the six hours Crock-Pot cooking time. Humph! And, they kindly flattened and broke the sliced cobs so I don’t have to chew so hard. Iceland, what’s their slogan? Oh, yes, Food You Can Trust! Cobblediscrotums!
Years since I had any faggots, now I remember why it’s years since I had any faggots!
Last night’s forecast on the goggle-box.
Took the bags to the rubbish chute, and went down to the laundry room and set the washing machine going.
Back up to the flat, made a cuppa, got the laptop on, checked the vegetables in the Crock-Pot, looking good, I added the stewed steak to it.
The fodder went down well today.