Friday 2nd June 2017
Kurdish Kurmanji: 2nd Roja Înê June 2017
0400hrs: Disentangled me from the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a wee-wee – It seems that the Trotsky’s are easing off… at the moment?
0415hrs: Got the readied dirty-laundry bag and down to the laundry room and got it washing away.
Took this photographicalisation outside the foyer, a close up of some of the new double yellow road lines. Apparently where they have put the cones was where cars were parked yesterday, to keep the road car free for lining to take place today?
Backup and took the medications and did the Health Checks.Results
Results were: Sys 156, Dia 73, Pulse 79, Temp’ 33.8, Weight 14.81: All good, methinks.
Took the medications and scribbled some notes to use when I get around to doing this diary on WordPress.
Took me a really long time to find the pain gel tube. Looked in its regular drawer and all of the others, the cupboards, the living room, the wetroom and in the spare room, without any luck.
Found it in front of where I was when I started to look for it in with the bottles of sauce and seasonings on top of the counter? Tsk!
Took this photograph from the kitchen window, showing the new yellow lines.
0449hrs: Down to move the clobber into the dryer.
Back up to the apartment and got the computer on to start updating Thursday’s Chronical.
Going through the Emails afterwards I came across:
Meet the Mother of all Father’s Day treats – an insane burger costing a jaw-dropping £39.95. The Almighty, on sale at Red’s True Barbeque in Nottingham, is the ultimate meat lover’s dream. Every key ingredient is aged to perfection, working on the idea that things get better with age. Only 25 are available at the restaurant in Queen Street for Dads celebrating their special day on June 18.
0530hrs: Down to collect the laundry. No odd socks were found today. Cleaned the drum and filter out.
Clouted my elbow on the corner of the sink unit and muttered something like; “Well, fancy that!”
Back up to the mini home and got the clothes put away, and finally got a demand for the use of the Porcelain Throne.
Much better this time – are the Trotsky’s easing off, or are they teasing me? Hahaha!
Updated and finished Thursday’s diary and got it posted off.
Onto Facebooking then, fingers crossed it would not play-up freezing and the like.
It was okay, apart from when I went to see the Notifications answered then returned. Had to search for where I was before… if you know what I mean?
Got the ablutions tended to.
Letter from E3 arrived, redirected from the old address, telling me I owed them some money and it must be paid now. I went to see one of the wardens on the way out, to call them for me so I could settle it and cancel the agreement with them, convinced this sidetrack would make me miss the bus, but it had to be done. Obegruppenfurheress Julie was in the cabin and kindly called them for me. Odds are I’ll get another bill next month?
As I came out to walk into Sherwood, I spotted the L9 bus coming, for once I was glad it was so late.
Dropped off in town, after another session on the crossword book.
Had a walk around taking the City Centre taking photographs. Made a Special Post of these and much more, later.
Called in Primark Again, but nothing suitable. Hobbled in the rain to M&S, even less suitable attire. Walked to the tobacconist’s and got some snuff for Bill (William on Sundays) at the flats, then went to Clinton Street and the Sports shop. Where surprisingly I found some tops suitable and cheap too. Bought two of them. After getting a very annoyed yer disinterested good looking young man assistant to get them down for me with the extended prongs from the fifth row up on the wall.
Joined the queue to pay for them and left the shop, out into the drizzle on Clinton Street.
Where I observed that many of the Nottingham shoplifter… no, sorry, I meant shoppers, had been caught out in the rain.
Had to go find a bus stop that displayed the time on it, as I had forgotten to take the mobile with me. I know, it must be hard for you believe I could do such a thing… Haha!
It was five minutes before the L9 bus was due, so I hobbled over the crossing and to the bus stop in plenty of time.
Had a visit from Dennis Dizzy while waiting.
I was soon on the bus trying once more to complete at least one of the crosswords without cheating… I failed again!
Back at the flats, I was very pleased with how the Trotsky’s had behaved. Perhaps things are getting better now? (If only I’d known what was coming in the morning – Eurgh!)
Put the two jumpers in the metal and canvas shelves in the spare room. Took the two bags to the rubbish chute, got the kettle on, warmed the oven for the meal later and got the computer on… Windows 10 update started… warning me of drive issues and problems that it chose to sort out of its own volition. Kept starting closing. About 40 minutes later it seemed to have stopped updating and turned off. I started if again, and the installations started.
With a hopeful heart, I opened Firefox after having to inform Windows several times that I did not want their browser as default.
Then I updated this diary, then started a new post using the photographs taken today, calling it ‘Gerry’s Photographic poddle around the Wet Nottingham’ Of course I may change the name.
Back in a bit after I’ve done it, folks… All done.
The meal was tomatoes, crispy potato balls, even crispier extra strong cheddar cheese done in the oven, fresh pod peas, an egg and two battered fish cakes with bread thins and followed by a lemon mousse.
It was truly delicious!
Then the viewing of the TV programmes farce began. I spent more time nodded off that watching anything on the gogglebox!
No calls to the throne whatever?