Monday 26th June 2017
Sinhalese: 2017 ජූනි 26 වන සඳුදා
0500hrs: Woke full of memories of what I believe were bizarre dreams. By the time I’d fought my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner and into the Porcelain Throne room, every bit of memory had gone, and no scribbled notes on the pad. Tsk!
At least the Throne session was not too bad, splattered just a bit and minimal bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold.
Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were all having a go at me. The Whoopsiedangleplop last night is the reason, I assumed.
Took the medications, realising I’d missed last nights again. Took just one Warfarin extra.
Health checks were done, a bit of a dodgy start on this weeks health checks.
Some odd numbers recorded?
Had a wee-wee.
The computer on and finalised yesterday’s diary. Took me while the fingers were stiffening a bit.
Podded some fresh garden peas and got them in the saucepan ready for later.
Started this one off, then did some WordPress reading and comment replies.
Checked the Google Calendar for a date when free to order some nosh from Morrisons. Did the order.
Facebook activities followed.
Had a wee-wee.
Carried out the ablutions and got me all smelling nice, medicated and dressed.
Took the four bags waste, 3 regular 1 recycling to the chute on my way out. Pressed the button for the lift, it was on the 14th floor – it bypassed my 12th floor to the 3rd floor then to the ground floor. It came up to the 6th floor, the 15th floor and finally down to the 12th floor. Good job I didn’t have a bus that needing catching. Hehe!
Anne Gyna was bit bothersome.
Got down to the ground floor, and I realised I’d left the camera and mobile in the flat. Tsk! .So, back up in the elevator again, pressed the button while the lift was on the 7th floor, it went up to the 9th and then the 13th floor, down to the 5th floor stopped at the fifth floor, the 4th floor and the 3rd floor, finally getting down to the ground floor. (I made a note of this activity to remember to record later) Fully expecting folk to want to get out of the lift I stood back as the doors opened – it was empty?
Was this due to there only being the one elevator working?
Anyway, up to the twelfth and nipped in quick as I could manage and collected the phone and camera, back to the lift.It was now on the 14th floor now, I pressed the
It was on the 14th floor now, I pressed the call button, and it came straight to me, with four tenants in it. We had a laugh and finally, I got outside.
Called in the social hut to see either Deana or Julie for a word and give them some nibbles – there was only an NCH woman who told me neither of them is in today or tomorrow. I replied; “Oh fair enough, I won’t collapse for a couple of days then” with a cheeky grin all over my face. She did not see the funny side of my comment and offered me a look that silently said to me through the flaming ether; “Who the hell are you to be sarcastic about the staff!”
I put the nibbles in the fridge and beat a hasty retreat!
Wobbled along to the end of the road and down Winchester Street hill.
As I turned the corner, I saw the blackberries coming along nicely now.
I wonder how long it will be until we are over-ridden with folk from all over the County after their freebie fruit? Hehe!
Had to stop for few minutes, to cope with Anne Gyna’s severity. By luck, I was near a small Derby stone brick wall and made use of it.
Further down the hill and I took a photograph of Woodthorpe Court flats.
Continued down the hill to the traffic light junction at the end.
Spotted that yet another shop had closed down in Sherwood.
The what was the bedding store that had ceased trading!
Very sad and worrying all these closures all over the place.
What does the future hold with Brexit going on, it can’t be good, can it?
On the junction, I pondered which way to limp…
Left, straight on or right? I went right up to the hill top.
The greengrocery shop had some so called fresh peas on sale and display, with shrivelled pods and even a maggot or two in the box. I shuddered and moved on up the hill.
Called in the Nottingham Hospice shop for a nosey around to see if they had anything that interested me. Nope!
Up to the top of the hill and met Bill from the 14th floor, we had a chat. He is going into hospital later today to have his very sore leg looked at again. He is now on liquid Morphine. Wished him all the best and asked him to let me know how it goes. Poor Bill.
Over the brow of the hill and down towards the park gates.
Not many folks about this morning and the forecast rains have not arrived yet. (They never did)
Give it time I suppose.
As I hobbled through the Woodthorpe Grange Park entrance, it looked extremely sparse of users, kids, prams, dogs and pavement cyclists were all notable by to their absence?
Had war been declared and nobody told me? Hehehe!
Then I saw two wood pigeons on the grass to the left of the path.
I tried to get a decent shot of them from a distance.
Had a bit of luck on the sixth attempt (Last photograph), they both stopped pecking at the grass and looked up at me at the same time!
To the top of the footpath and turned right, still not many people around.
I decided to have a walk through and down my favourite little Copse, and out the bottom of it and wander through the wild field back to the flats.
Not a soul anywhere to be seen in there or the field below.
The atmosphere as I walked down the worn pathway, stumbling here and there of the tree roots as they come more and more out of the ground, was lovely.
The smells, the peace… and then I noted further into the Copse, some Git had spilt white paint over the plants. Sad making!
I took this photograph of the Winwood flats when I came out into the open and the field the smells changed in the air, and the wildflowers scent abounded.
Hobbling through the knee high growths, trying not to tread on the flowers, I did a Whoopsiedangleplop and tripped over into some bushes!
Fancy that…me of all people! Hahaha!
No injuries at all, although I did take a fair bit of time getting up again, nothing to hang onto you see. These blue flowers almost talked to me. Don’t laugh!
Got out of the field and down the gravel path to the flats
Some workmen were ripping up the decorative concrete at the end of out apartments.
Got up and into the flat without any incident and had a wee-wee.
I’d left the flipping heater and radio on. How did I not notice this before? The batteries in the radio had died. Huh!
Got the meal on the cook and began updating this post.
Anne Gyna still giving me some bother.
Had a wee-wee. Checked the fodder, didn’t seem to be cooking very quickly? Mini potato waffles and added a beef pastie and some sausages to them in the oven.
Had a wee-wee.
Back to doing this diary.
Got the fodder served up, a big meal this one, yet I ate it all up. I am a good boy. Hehe)
I’m afraid that might not have been such a good idea because afterwards Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger both gave me some bother. Tsk!
Had a wee-wee.
Washed up and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some Heartbeat DVD episodes. A lot of rewinding in between nodding off sessions.
Eventually, I nodded off for an hour or so of dream filled sleep – but could I remember any of them? No! Why, oh why does this happen? There are times when with the use of any notes I might have scribbled along with what memories of the said dreams still lingered, that I can remember so much detail of them – but not very often lately. Annoying this!
I changed to the TV mode to watch a film. First set of commercials and off I drifted.