Sunday 30th July 2017
Tajik: Якшанбе 30-юми июли соли 2017
Having not got off to sleep until well after midnight, I did not wake up until 0630hrs today. Still feeling tired and a wet warm sensation coming from Little Inchies lesion area. Tsk! Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room for Porcelain Throne duties and checking out Inchies bleeding damage and mess. Luckily I’d got the disposable knickers on (Haha!). So a change into new ones after cleaning things up and wash and brush up, and into the kitchen.
The view through the window had that bluish tone again, but it soon brightened up.
The Tree Copse and the lower field, looked so beautiful, once again.
The darned black spots on the window seemed to have grown in number?
And, the view outside below included some dogs who were taking their owners for a walk who had stopped at the bottom of the Lower Field for a chinwag.
The lady in the sleeveless jacket reminded me of Theresa May? The dogs were giving their barking voices a good work-out, and the active hyperactivity tails of all four were working overtime! (Tails of the dogs, that is. Hehe!) I get pleasure out of watching them, with a tinge of lugubriousness at my knowing I cannot do the same thing. (Poor sad old might, I am! Hehe!)
Did the Health Checks and took the medications, creamed and lotioned particular areas in need, and put the kettle on the boil.
At this stage, the ailments were mostly in a good mood with me, I must say. Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis even Duodenal Donald. Craig Cramps, Harry Hernia and Haemorrhoid Harold were the only ones annoyed with me.
I shelled some garden peas and got them in a saucepan of water for later, and got some small seasoned potatoes in the Crock-Pot on the low setting.
I started to complete the Saturday Diary and had to return to the Porcelain Throne. Little Inchy had to be cleaned of blood, and Daktacort creamed again. Tsk!
Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding far less now.
I gave Sister Jane a call, and had a little natter-away! Mostly me talking, well, moaning, she listening, bless her.
Back to the computer, and heard some noises similar to gurgling sounds? Went to the kitchen, where I thought they were emanating from and had a look around and out of the window. Checked the Crock-pot, sink, cooker and fridge. The noises did not return and the mini-tar-like marks on the window that had increased in number since yesterday started to annoy me again! So I set-to giving them a good soak and scrub with the scouring pad for ten minutes or so.
Much to amazement, a few of the larger ones came off, not many, but some. The rest just would not give up their grip at all!
The window control box, cleverly positioned on the right with about ¾” of space to get your fingers into to pull out the blunt lever so you can close or open the window to turn it around for cleaning; Trapping my knuckles against the frame as I struggled to turn in into position.
I had to turn it with the power of the fingers only to avoid catching the blood blisters on my knuckles after that.
But, I did not swear, curse, accuse Nottingham City Homes of being Silly Billy’s in locating the switch where they did or use any bad language at all. Oh, no. Hehe!
Times getting on now, the match will soon be on the TV, Germany v Denmark Women’s semi-final! I’m going to carry on working on the computer, and put the TV on with the headphones used, to listen to and watch the game. Any odds on my forgetting I’ve got the headphones on and get up to go to the Porcelain Throne and drag the TV off of its stand?
Made a flask of tea went to put this the medications with it near to the computer.
3 minute 25 seconds later. Germany had gone one-nil up in the match!
Got the headphones on the head and tried to ignore all the noise from things being thrown down the rubbish chute.
All settled now.
Finding it hard to use the computer at the same time as trying to listen/watch the football match.
Checked the Emails first. While watching the footy game with the headphones on.
Not concentrating properly on the Emails and it took me an hour to get them done! Hehehe!
*** Denmark have just gone in front against Germany 2-1 Now!***
Did some WordPress reading, hoping I didn’t make any errors with this game getting so exciting.
On to Facebooking, a lot to catch up on here.
*** Denmark Win against Germany 2-1! ***
Back to Facebooking.
Got the dinner ready.
Very nice too!
Dizzy Dennis and Anne Gyna both went on the attack at this point and things got a little wrought in the feeling poorly stakes, very quickly.
My concentration went AWOL and depression dawned.
In between watching but not fully absorbing the England v France football Match, many wee-wees had to be tended to, very many!
The evening view was nice.
Then Shaking Shaun joined in the ailments.
Porcelain Throne visits began regularly too.
Felt the match win for England was very lucky.
Took the medications and did the Health Checks, and extra Ramipril capsule.
Took hours to get to sleep, and when I did I must have kipped for four hours, but over a much longer time.
Oh, dearie me. Hehe!
Health Checks. Weight still 14.88, Tsk!
But, after my disastrous attempts at freeing the stuff from the window, the view was still breathtakingly 
Got the food ready, with the intention of settling and watching the Women’s European Championship Quarter Final match, Netherlands v Sweden, and then switching channels to enjoy the Denmark v Germany games with the prospect of the France v England match to come on Sunday.
0108hrs: Woke and forced me out of the £300 second-hand recliner.
things up and washed some pots I missed doing last night.
Up and got the Health Checks done. This looks okay to me.
Made a brew and took the medications.
yobboes trying to get into the building to create more havoc and vandalisation.
0250hrs: Down to check on and collect the washing.
I’d taken the camera with me again and took this photo. I thought I could use it as an ‘Identify This’ competition on the TFZ?
0325hrs: Down to collect the laundry and titivate the room and machines up a bit. A good idea I thought at first, but this proved to be an Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplop exciting activity. Huh!
The Nottingham City Council had kindly supplied us with a Pound Shop brush and vintage circa 1965 rusty dustpan, so we could clean the Laundry Room and save the Caretakers time so they can use their mobile phones more often and avoid them being required to do any cleaning whatsoever, in the laundry room.
Good job I keep a bottle of cleaning fluid, paper towels and freshener in the laundry bag at all times. Well, it wouldn’t feel right to have to disturb our friendly conscientious caretaker, just for him to some caretaking, now and then, would it? 
A little light drizzle and high winds as I departed the flats and had a walk around to the back of them.
As I took this photograph, the rain came down with a bit more gusto.
My heart went out to one little Buttercup (I think) flower in the thicket at the top.
Through the trees and near the top of the access to the gravel path down that goes alongside the Copse down to the flat, I took this unintended picture of my foot. Tsk!
The Tree Copse has never looked better. The rain had given it a distinctive glow of sorts to the greenery.
to Mansfield Road, turned left over the hill and down into Sherwood.
Dropped off at the Chestnut Walk bus stop and hobbled to the apartments.
Pod peas in the fridge, wee-wee, and got the dinner on the cook.
Went to do the washing up, and the rain was belting down something awful. Good job I didn’t go out later than I did.
Washed up and back to the £300 second-hand recliner. By then I’d forgotten all about any dreams until I saw the scribbled note on the pad.But, they meant little to me
Checked the Emails.
All medicated and cleaned up, I set off to the new Community Shed.
Looking down the hill through the trees and bushes I spotted a squirrel.
along my chosen route.
I tried to get a picture of it, but off it flew at just the wrong moment. Tsk!
Generally a muted session I’d say.
A new poster was on the board near the elevators this morning. Seems that many others were not enamoured to the way the letter about moving the door-mats was written. Nottingham City Homes Obergruppenfurheress Angela Gould signed the original demand and threateningly worded letter, too!
Chinwag in the lift on the way up with some tenants.
Ah, it is now!
Had to get up to sort out the Little Inchy leakage, out on some protection pants (How I hate wearing these nappies for adults!) to be on the safe side
It was about 0530hrs.
Carried out the Health Checks and took the medications.
I cleverly stubbed my toe on the Ottoman en route to the wet room. Tsk!
As I turned right, the flora coming through the fences was attracting some insects. Being as I was in plenty of time, I stopped to try and take a decent photograph of one.
Down onto Mansfield Road. The rain started then.
Up over the crest of the hill, and down into Carrington.
Passing a garden on my left, and I saw this bush with some unusual looking blooms on it.
Commanded me to take a seat and said she would be back in a moment and disappeared to talk to some one outside. These new hearing aids are useful, I’d never have heard her with the old ones in.
I thanked her and gave her some nibbles and departed, out into the rain again. As I took this photograph to use in the ‘Under-the-Brolly’ pictures on my Facebook albums, the lady driver got out of the car and demanded to know why I was shooting her vehicle!
The bus arrived, and I was soon off back into Sherwood, in the heavier than ever rain.
Had a session on the Porcelain Throne.
The doorbell chimed, it was a delivery form Cooper’s with the things I’d ordered to use as Christmas pressies.
Cleaned up, turned off the computer and got the meal going.
Cleaned things up from the treatments and into the kitchen and got the kettle on the boil.
Emails sorted.
The RIAS towels that are not individually wrapped I rated at the same score. Because they are thicker and more sturdy than the Lifesaver ones – but one has to be careful not to get them wet before using them. This, will probably mean having to faffle about putting them in tin foil or some small bag and sealing them, before putting them in 
your pocket or handbag? 
The Mailman calleth.
Mind you; the Farmfoods one did advertise some new Vegi Kitchen meals on offer. So when Obergruppenfurheress Dean arrives to pick up the locker key, I can shoot off (Speaking figuratively) to Bulwell and the Farmfoods store to investigate… Oh, no, after the Iceland Food Delivery as well, then I can.
The Iceland delivery arriveth now. A little surprised at how much I’d ordered.
Onto the bus, and I got the crossword book out, but didn’t do very well with going through those I’d got as far as I could earlier and attempting to find inspiration and some more answers.
I alighted the bus on Upper Parliament Street and was nearly hit by another of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists.
Avoiding the Nottingham pavement Cyclists, I made my way to the bus stop on Queen Street. The bus soon arrived, and I got on and the crossword book out and started a new one off.
Back at the flats and off the bus, I was a little perturbed at being the slowest of the tenants on the walk to the end of the road to Woodthorpe Court.
Jealousy, I suppose. Hehe!
Chose some programmes to fall asleep watching.
Got the meal served up with the added fresh garden peas it looked appetising.
veg passable, but the imitation meat chunks were like softened cardboard in texture and taste. My advice; Don’t bother with this meal, not one of their best at all!
TV on, first programme, fell asleep.
the time I was getting up, I somehow feared that I’d dreamt about the brain clearing and it had not really done so? Stubbing the toe was almost a pleasure, for it allowed the brain to function and learn things really had cleared-up a lot. Did that make sense?
The view from the window was fantastic this morning.
Did the Health Checks and took the morning medications.
The bus soon filled up when it arrived, the majority of the residents were going down into Sherwood, where they alighted to do their Doctors Visits and shopping.
When we arrived in Arnold, Barry and his wife got off the bus at the same place as I did, at the Sainsbury’s Store.
Got the nosh away. Marinated some baked beans in honey, bbq seasoning and tomato sauce, mustard – afraid I can’t find the sultanas to go in. Huh! Having Frikadellens with these. Chicken & Turkey ones for a change.
Dizzy Dennis in attendance still.
Anne Gyna kicked off as I bent down to retrieve a dropped tea bag from the kitchen floor.
Got the fodder served up.
nd down to the laundry room.
Into the laundry room and realised I had not taken the liquid soap capsules with me, Tsk! Back up to collect them, down again and got the washer going.
0530hrs: Down yet again to the laundry room.
ehehe!
Got the clothes out of the dryer and folded and put in the bag.
As I got the last of the Anya potatoes into the Slow-Crock-Pot.
Took the stuff into the bins in the kitchen, and found a tell-tale sign of my overnight crime. Guilty, Tsk!
Dennis was a bit persistent, but he eased off later.
I opened the kitchen window to take this shot of the beautiful Copse and lower field.
over the place and coming rapidly? Am I going bonkers? No, I think I’m there already. Hehehe!
Started this one going up to here, then checked the Emails. Then did some WordPress reading.
On Winchester Street Hill, it looks as if the recent rain had brought on the blackberries nicely.
Got a few burnt finger edges taking the tray out of the oven.