Fantastic shots this morning – As I took a photo of the area where the sun was coming through what must have been a gap in the clouds, from behind the flats – then in seconds it disappeared. The Chosen Land, no more! Hehe! Interesting? I was lucky to catch this, phenomenon. (Well, not really, but I like the word!)
Tuesday 25th July 2017
Irish: Dé Máirt 25 Iúil, 2017
0419hrs: Woke full of the returned medical woes.
The ailments that seemed to give me such a break from hassle yesterday were all back with a vengeance. Shaking Shaun and Arthur Itis the exceptions, they were kind to me this morning. But, Little Inchy and his new lesion were painful, itchy and worrying? Anne Gyna was stabbing in all different spots on the chest. Roger Reflux swelled open but no pains, sharp intakes or shortages of breath. Hernia Harry, Dizzy Dennis, Haemorrhoid Harold all bothersome again.
Up and to the Porcelain Throne for a heavy duty sitting and medicationalisationing session, having to treat Haemorrhoid Harold and Little Inchy’s bleeding lesion. An adscititiously uncomfortable-start to the day. Tsk!
Cleaned things up from the treatments and into the kitchen and got the kettle on the boil.
A nosey out of the window prompted me to lean out and take this photograph. The resident’s cars parked as best they could.
The lighting inside the fenced off work areas produced a decent effect, I thought?
Health Check results: Dia 159, Sys 82, Pulse 90, Temperature 31.6, Weight 14.86, then took the medications.
Into the kitchen again to make another mug of tea. I noticed (Photographs at the top of this page) an area of land was lit up. Highlighted by the sun coming through from behind the flats, rushed to get the camera and took a shot of it – seconds later as I was turning off the camera, the sun disappeared, and I took another shot. Not sure why I thought there interesting, but I did.
The computer on and started this diary up to here, then updated yesterday’s and got it finished and posted.
Did a review of the towel pills for both of the type I ordered.
I used this photograph in it for the Lifesaver towels, with a rating of 4/5.
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?
Rated the coat, like 2/5.
The two piece main zip is atrocious to use.
Especially for someone with cramp and arthritis.
Sent this photograph, with the review.
Wonder if they will print them all?
Did the ablutions and readied things for the bus trip.
The Mailman calleth.
Every one of the eight pieces of mail was Junk-Mail, unsolicited, spam or circulars.
Updated this diary and checked on the Farmfood website for details of their new range of Veggie Meals/Foods.
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.
Hello, the door bell is ringing, and I can hear it easily without the hearing aids in, now I’ve got two set up. Obergruppenfureress Deana was in and in a hurry to pick-up the key. A hectic period for her now, with all the changes taking place. Still, she managed to fit in the time to tell me off about having two door bells that might disturb the neighbours, not having the key ready for her to pick up, having the kitchen door wedged open, and leaving my tablets in a pot on the kitchen top. Hehe! She good she is!
The Iceland delivery arriveth now. A little surprised at how much I’d ordered.
Got it stowed away eventually.
Relocated and threw some older stuff away from the freezer, making a tiny bit of room, just in case I get any Farmfood meals today.
Readied me and poddled out and along Chestnut Walk to the new bus stop at the end.
The bottle bank I had hoped to deposit the jars into, had done a midnight flit. Hehe! I mentioned this to Obergruppenfurheress Deana in the hut. They had, as I suspected, taken it away to make some room for extra car parking. I inquired as to where, which refuse sacks I was to put the jars into, the black or the recycling one. The answer was in a harried tone bless her, “Oh any!” A few Nottingham City Homes people were in the hut milling around, and they all seemed under pressure. And it is not going to get any easier for them as the works progress and the building starts.
The newly installed old bench near the bus stop that had most likely been kidnapped from Woodthorpe Park was in position. I hope Mr C. G. Hartley’s spirit doesn’t mind.
The L9 to town arrived, and most of the folks waiting got on it. This had left me and the chap in the photograph waiting. We had a chinwag, and he did some complaining about things and seemed quite practised and happy to do so. A witty man with a cutting sense of humour I appreciated.
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.
Took this photo through the bus window as we turned up Goose Gate.
I alighted the bus on Upper Parliament Street and was nearly hit by another of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists.There was so many of these around today; even I couldn’t believe it.
Dizzy Dennis visited me, and I had to sit down on a bus shelter seat for a while. When it came to getting up when I felt a bit better, Arthur Itis was not happy and started on the knees. I decided not to go to Bulwell today, just have a little hobble around town and get back to the flat.
Moved across the road toward Tesco in the Victoria Shopping Centre, and blow me another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly had me over. Tsk!
Dizzy Dennis, I felt lurking ready to attack again at any moment. Not sure how I knew this, but it proved correct. Into the Tesco store. I got a TV paper for next week. A Quorn vegetarian imitation Beef Stew & Dumplings meal on offer. (Review further down this page – I’m afraid an honest one!) Fresh garden peas and some tomatoes. Out of the mall and over the road along to the Waitrose shop and to kill some time until the home bus arrived, I popped in to have a ponder around and bought some lemon yoghourt.
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.
I was so pleased with getting one finished on the journey, in one go, I photographed my rare achievement.
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.
By gum, there’s some fit old uns living in my apartments.
Jealousy, I suppose. Hehe!
I took this shot through the fence gate of the old garages being pulled down. The old Social Hut in the background, now the workmen’s tea hut. Hehe!
All the other tenants had gone up by the time I got into the foyer and to the lifts, up and back home. In the elevator, I felt that dreaded wet and warm itchy sensations were coming from Little Inchies zone. This, being the first thing to attend to when I got in, dropped the bag in the hallway and into the wet room.
Fatigue overcame me as I cleaned up and medicated various parts of my ageing going to pot body that was in need of the same.
Put the things away, got the garden peas simmering, put the kettle on and did the Health Checks.
Chose some programmes to fall asleep watching.
Got the Quorn vegetarian imitation Beef Stew & Dumplings in the oven, it looked okay and smelt nice to me at the time.
Back to the wet room to check out Little Inchy, bleeding badly now from the new lesion. Glad I’m going to see the nurse in the morning. Bothering me a tad this is.
No energy left now and considering all things, I was doing so well I thought.
Got the meal served up with the added fresh garden peas it looked appetising.
The fact is, it was terrible!
The first one of these vegetarian meals I’ve ever actually found to be so foul tasting! The dumplings were okayish, the gravy and real 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!
Quorn Lasagne and Cottage Pie meals, I found to be excellent, though.
TV on, first programme, fell asleep.
Woke to recall something of a dream for a change. In a cave with two other men, me on a slab. One bloke telling me what the other bloke is going to do, and apologising for their having to use wire from their time machine to stitch me up with afterwards?
Got up to take the medications that I thought I’d missed earlier. But, now I’m not sure if I did miss them or not?
Tried again to watch some TV, but the nodding off sessions won the battle for entertainment again.