So let’s not assume, let’s try to understand others, please
Saturday 11th June 2016
Woke around 0400hrs, and as I started to mentally work out what was happening, and make sense of the dreams I’d had, I nodded off again.
Stirred again around 0510hrs, feeling a different person. Aching all over, heavy eyes, Anne Gyna giving me some grief, struggling with breathing a bit, although Arthur Itis was being gentle with me, the stomach was churning and the right arm/wrist painful. I wasn’t feeling too good at all overall. I wondered if I’d dreamt it, the waking up earlier?
The rumbling soon changed into a bodily demand for the Throne to be utilised. I risked using the throne, due to the severity of the needs, and the warm wet sensation that informed of the rear end was bleeding badly. But dare not yet use the sink or shower for fear of the flooring not yet being settled and ready to accept any water. But of course, I didn’t know, because no one has explained anything to me about when I could use it?
Taking a photograph while leaning out of the kitchen window, I had an involuntary passing of wind, and a dizzy spell. An Odd sensation that, hehe!
This reminded me to take me medications with a cuppa and do the BP tests. The stomach continues to grind away, I suppose ‘delicate’ would be the optimum word to describe how I felt.
Readings looked fine to me; Sys 143, Dia 74, Pulse 88 Temp 67.
Got the laptop on and started this page off, did the graphics for it, then remembered I’d not took me medications yet, made another cuppa and did so.
Facebooked for a few hours and decided to check the few Saturday buses available on the timetable. One every two hours, a total of three buses, so got me stand up wash and set off for the bus stop to go to Arnold and Asda to get the photographs printed.
Chinwag at the bus stop. In Arnold, I went in Wilko, got Dettol, shower gel and antiperspirant.
Boyles Store next, the bags was filling up now.
The Market Place looked a bit sad.
Then to Asda, ordered the photos and paid for them, got the receipt and spent more in the store, casserole veg, turnip, apples, bananas and beetroot. Collected the photographs and made 
my way to the bus stop.
Sat reading my book on the bench just beyond the stop.
Twenty minutes later as the bus arrived, I stood up and realised the set had been damp, I squelched onto the bus.
Hehe!
Back at the flats had a gossip with some residents. Frank told me not to use the shower gel, and it blocked the drain in his place. Now they tell me!
Got the nosh ready.
Battered whole onion rings, beetroot, tomatoes, sausages, bugles, red onions and pepper in oil.
Followed by an apple. The ham cob I only ate a few bites of. (Guilt yer know!)
Sister Jane rang to remind me of the England match on tonight and told me Nottingham City Centre had been blocked off due to crowd trouble between Fascists and Muslim supporters.
Oh dear!
I put the TV on to see comments on the upcoming game and…
More violence!
The match itself, England should have won, shame.
More violence in the ground this time when the game ended.
The well organised Russians attacked the English fans.
Terrible! I felt infelicitous towards mankind.
The rumbling innards didn’t seem to matter so much now.
The frenzied violence had put me on a low.
Got the nosh ready.
This Thursday I had to go out for my blood tests that fell at the same time as my social hour, so I had to miss that, cause Dean Walker, the sex-pot coordinator of the flats came to do the tenants interview.
Trev had got the floor drain installed, covered it temporarily and had readied the floor for the floor men to arrive next week.
Electricians expected today, Kevin though.
On the laptop hours later before going out and I made a brew and took one for Trevor, the electricians had arrived, not introduced themselves at all and had started working?
I went to see Deana about the double electricity bill I’d had delivered, one saying New Account and I owed them £289! The other one was right and showed me direct debits paid?
dust and the panelling with a new scratch on it near the shower room door were noted, and I opened the door to have a look in:
I didn’t know if the flooring workers were coming and if so at what time? But knew I had to go out to the INR blood test, clinic and to take sister Jane her pressies. (Having done that now, I can show you picture of them).
The nurse soon saw to me but refused to let me take her photo today because she didn’t like the last one I took.
As I walk the length of the centre, I noticed this chap on the ground floor giving a piano some hammer and singing! There was writing on the side of the handsome white pianissimo, inviting anyone to give other shoppers a song? Thought it was a great idea!
I took two photographs, one wide and a close-up of the youth and made this up.
I got myself down (nearly) to Fooey as he was relishing his little treat.
I had a go at sorting the picture out on Pete’s laptop, and we worked out how to get his homemade videos onto his display programme. I love it when I can help, be of use like.
At the stop, a female Pavement Cyclist all but hit me she belted by, naughty girl! Then as the bus was arriving, a bloke Pavement Cyclist was on the other sideway! Tsk!
… Dang dang dang…
Back to the flat none the wiser as to if I had to stay in or not again! Humph!
Decided to treat me, this time, Chicken thigh, chips, garden peas, onions, peppers and beetroot… oh and two little wholemeal cobs.
Then I stood at the kitchen window and daydreamed, while drinking another cup of tea. I suppose that it is my sore throat, that is making me take more liquid? Not a good idea, with me having to walk for forty minutes to the surgery, then catch a bus to the clinic, then a bus into town, an hour walking about to try and get some pill-pots that Mary of TFZ fame advised. Some fodder too. Then a bus back to Sherwood and a long walk up to the flats. I waffled on a bit there didn’t I? Sorry.
Made an appointment for the CHD checks and asked for a sample pot which she gave me. Friday 8th July 0830 hrs. Of course, not point in going to the clinic was there now. Humph!
Ten minutes later, near the Gregory Boulevard traffic island on Mansfield Road, the second Pavement Cyclist appeared.
Halfway up the hill near the Rock cemetery another naughty Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was tearing down the hill towards me.
Road and I took a photo of yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on the opposite side of the road.
Out of the mall, and made my way back to the City Centre along Bridlesmith Gate.
Got back to the flat to find the key had been posted by the electricians as they left. Not much mess at all thankfully this time.
Out to the lift, nub ends found there. To the foyer to get to the laundry room, and the main door was out of order!
Got yesterday’s Inchcock Today done and sent off to Facebook. Then did a bit of posting and reading.
hope.Eventually, the man came to see me: “We’re off now, come here and I’ll show yer the new switches…” I followed him nd he pointed out the light switch is now outside with the hall light. The switch for the shower power is further down the corridor at the same height. I later found it stuck out enough for me to confirm that it is indeed level with my nose and glasses. He gave me a ten-second instruction lesson on how the shower worked. Told me the power motor will not work yet, I looked at it with its plastic corner hanging off of it and asked if this would be repaired tomorrow. He looked at it, twisted his lips, sneered in a muttering voice and said We’ll look at it tomorrow. Of course, I won’t know, because I’ll be out at the clinic and INT blood test. He asked for a key to use tomorrow, then waded through the cut wires, bits of broken off plastic from I don’t know what, and wire coverings and made his way home.
More hassle, I found when I cleaned that area that someone had dumped some mail that had come behind the radiator!
if owt was on the Gogglebox I might fancy. Mind you, last night I was so tired I couldn’t get to sleep. I need some.
Observed a group of people outside on the corner plot of land through the kitchen window with their dogs, tails wagging furiously (The dogs).
I hastened limpingly around and got some bits, decided to get the prepared veg today, I got a bag of cut swedes, onions and red onions. I have half a parsnip left in the fridge that’s passable. Also got some more tomatoes a turnip and some Batch Bread.
Bit of luck then, as I got to the bus stop it was a minute or so passed the time it was due to leave – but someone poor devil, was having trouble getting off the bus, and a queue was waiting to get on, and this allowed me just enough time to get there and catch it! See, I don’t always have bad luck…
I phoned Janet to tell her that her secret gift was now in my possession, and I’d get it to her ASAP. She couldn’t talk because they were having lunch – only at the Hutt Restaurant in Newstead Abbey.
I went in the other room and cried for a few seconds.
Into the kitchen, kettle on and took this photograph of the dim view from the window.
There were many of the Pavement Cyclist about too. If I’d photographed them, all the SD card would have been filled!
Appetising, Cod balls (No comments please, Hehe), Apple, radishes, vegetable crisps, mixed lettuce, great tomatoes, beetroot, red and yellow peppers, onions in olive oil and caramelised onion pickle. Ate some wholemeal bread thins with it.
Nice one from the beautiful Patti, the artist, from Orlando.
I had the beef pie and two sausages from the freezer, tomatoes, potato chips and vegetable crisps for tonight’s nosh.
0430hrs: What a state I woke up in – Oh dear!
Took a photo out of the kitchen window down towards the road and car park with the intention of capturing the Fox on film as he trotted along the road.
Maintenance Kevin showed me his P700 camera and what it can do.
Got the bacon in the oven and tomatoes in the pan for me simple nosh.