Monday 4th July 2016

Woke 0415hrs, desperate once again for a wee-wee and WCHD (Water Closet Heavy duty) job. Not a nice or easy experience this morning.

Made a brew and took the medications and I was soon back in the WCHD tea

I got the washing ready and went down to the laundry room – oh dear… Some one had left their washing in washer number two, and dryer number two was still out of action, seven days now. Shows how bad the situation is, tenants were arriving in the hope of getting their washing done, even at this ungodly hour of the morning, but they had to go back to their flats chuntering curses.

Tha one washer I had to use was playing up rotten. It didn’t help that I usually avoid using this one cause of the complicated mechanical’s like. I had no idea what settings I eventually got it to accept, just waited for it to finish, which it did, leaving the freshener capsule undiluted and the clothes rather wet. I got the washing into the one dryer and started it going. After having to clean the filter that someone had not done last time it was used.

Another lady arrived in the hope of using the dryer. She had to try again later.

Back up, and into the WCWW (Water Closet Wee-wee) again! Updated the work I was doing on WordPress, another WCWW and back down to retrieve the washing 50 minutes later. The dryer finished a couple of minutes later, and I removed the attire and it had dried okay but left little marks all over the stuff that I had to pick off when folding and bagging them. Huh! I cleaned the filter and back up to the flat.

WCHD & WW on arrival. Worrying this?

Put the togs away in the airing cupboard, made a cup of tea and before I got the laptop back on to update things again, another WCWW had to be performed.

Over the next few minutes, I had two phone calls one after the other. First BJ telling me about some Old Nottingham Trolley Bus’s being shown this morning in the Slab Square. Had a chinwag.

Then Brother-in-law Pete rang, but the connection was awful on his new mobile, breaking up all the time, not sure what it was he rang about, to be honest.

Made another cuppa, to replace the one that had gone cold, and the phone rang again a third time. BJ confirming the timing of the bus show in town.

Did some graphicalisationing and posted them on the TFZ Facebook site, and did the one for the top of this page.

Got the letters ready to show to Deana, if she is in today that is. Confusing letters (2) from the British Gas (Who supply the electricity, with two account numbers again!) Also a letter from FraserBrown solicitors about the house sale that needs to be explained to me. Sad innit?

Got the ablutions and showerisationing (Do yer like that word? Hehe) done.

Off to the Winwood Community Shed to find Deana. She wasn’t there, nobody was. So I left a note on her desk for her.

To the bus stop in good time to catch the L9 bus to town. Had a chinwag with the bloke form the 14th floor while waiting for it and on the journey.

Dropped off on Upper Parliament Street and walked down Clumber Street and through to St Peter’s Gate.

There was a sense or feeling that things were too unnaturally calm…

An expectancy of hassle, bother or upset to arrive any minute? I felt oddly rather uncomfortable? shook it off and ventured to St Peter’s Square where a sign on the church front offerred Conducted Silence?

Then I nipped into the M&S food-hall. Where once again, I got caught out by their habit of putting the price ticket for the goods, sometimes above the produce sometimes below!

Saw a new product, called M&S Navarin of lamb (Neck fillets) mushrooms carrots shallots leeks, only a 500 g meal at £4 (I thought). I treat myself and put one in the shopping basket. Got some other bits and paid the lady at the checkout. Had a dizzy as I was getting served. Tsk!

I went up the escalator and out into the sunlight, and it dawned on me how much I was charges. So i got the receipt out and had a look at it. The flaming meal was £8 not £4! Ah well, just hope I like it!

At this point I realised that there were many police around all over the place. An ARV black Land Rover slowly lulled up outside M&S at the junction of Regent Street as I stood there. Police out all over town?

I wandered up to see the old bus’s on display in the City Centre Slab Square.

Strictly, Look don’t touch notices all over them.

Understandable really.

Had another dizzy while perusing the vehicles, so decided to make my way up Queen Street to catch the L9 bus back to Woodthorpe Court and the flat I call home.

Nice feeling that was, going home!

As I got to the stop I looked at the wonderful sky and clouds and noticed the gargoyles on the roof had been cleaned.

Took a photo (Left) to use later to try and doctor with someones face later, for a laugh like.

Caught the bus back, once more having to fight to keep awake and not miss the stop.

Got in flat, put the food away, but got the Lamb Navarin (I’ll have to look this up) in the oven, and remembered Deana. Hobbled swiftlyish to the Community Hut to explain after spotting the wrong address, old one on British Gas letters. And Julie was in with Jenny. Explained cock up with letters.

Julie said Deana was very busy with the police dealing with an emergency.

I’d spotted the police car as I walked to the hut.

Nice to know Nottingham had some policemen left free and they were not all in the City Centre today?

I wondered if they had expected a right or left wing demonstration? I didn’t hear or read anything about this?

Back to flat, remembered Olive visit, went to see her and explained and apologised for not coming earlier and she kindly told me I could go see her tomorrow after 1400hrs, when she returns from seeing her daughter and grandchildren. Looking forward to that, I love listening to her tales… and her massaging me with the pain-gel too! Hehehe!

Back to the flat, nervous at leaving the fodder in the oven cooking, all was well, I reckoned it needed a few minutes longer.

I noticed that far away on the footpath hill twelve floor below, was a gal making the best of the weather. Bet it was a good book she was reading. I noticed that in the few minutes between each shot I took, her shoes had moved? Just thought I’d mention it like.

Got the fodder presented.

I reckon it was equal top rating for this one, 9.54/10.

But, at this price (£8) I might not be treating myself again too soon.

Another dizzy as I doing the washing up, and I abluted and settled in the Second-hand £300 recliner to watch some TV. Amazingly I did not fall asleep… too often. And when it came time to get the head down, I did without any hiatus whatsoever.

But it didn’t last, Tsk! An hour later I started the waking up regularly routine, telling myself to remember what it was I had dreamt, forgetting it, having a wee-wee, nodding off again, waking up telling myself…

Humph!