0350hrs: Woke still feeling so tired and fought with my conscience, over past failings and present tasks and decisions that need doing and taking. The significant errors and the little peccadilloes of history would not let me settle in mind. This took a while, as I seemed incapable of making any decisions to rectify or tackle my worries and obligations. I was nonplussed at this and felt a lot of self-criticism growing.
Around 0425hrs, Trotsky Terence forced me to dismount the £300 second-hand recliner and visit the Porcelain Throne. As I got out and stood up, the pain from my left big toe was enough to make me take a closer look. Blood blister? Tsk, another toe-stubbing I cannot remember doing!
I even had the camera on the wrong setting, and the picture came out in mono? Am I going bonkers? (Don’t answer that, no need. Hehe!)
Trotsky Terence was affecting things just a little. Huh, again! Cleaned things up and went into the kitchen to refill the air spray bottle, and dropped it. (Nice smelling kitchen floor this morning, though?) Set about searching for another spray to use, after a good few minutes, I found the liquid soda bottle was almost empty. Rinsed it well and transferred the drop of disinfecticated water and made up some more and filled the bottle. Tackled the bin bags ready to take out later to the chute and sprayed the new black bags I’d placed in the three containers.
I was feeling a lot better now, not happier, just more robust in mind.
Got on with the Health Checks, and made a brew.
Peered out of the window and took this photographicalisation of the road below.
I thought I’d seen a push-bike on the kerb at the end of the first set of parked cars. Came into the computer room and checked as I downloaded the picture into WordPress, and sure enough, it looked like a bike to me? So I went back into the kitchen to see it again and if I could recognise it. It had gone?
The wind started escaping, so I sprayed around in the kitchen and hallway, I spotted that a letter had been delivered.
It was a birthday card from my old mate Duncan Robertson, bless his cotton socks.
This cheered me up no end. But, I still had the EQ delivered, feeling of yet, even more, Whoopsiedangleplops had yet to arrive. My EQ is rarely wrong, Tsk!
The Morrison’s order arrived earlier today… I think I might have made an Accifauxpa with it – far too much.
0710hrs: The Morrison delivery arrived… all £75.66 worth of it! Heck of a job sorting out the things I’d ordered. I mean, why, how did order them:
Six bottles of Morrison’s washing up liquid?
6 bottles of Morrison’s extra thick bleach, when I already have three in stock under the fridge, and a bottle of Appine bleach too?
6 pots of Extra Fuel & Protein porridge, when I had three tubs of ordinary porridge on top of the cupboard anyway in stock?
2 Bottles of De Nigris Glaze with Soy sauce; What’s that then? Why would I show interest in getting this item, that I do not even know what to do with it, how to use it?
Sage & Onion Stuffing, four packs of and one already on top of the cupboard, along with a large box of mushroom stuffing mix?
Two x 4 pots of Ski lemon Mouse, fair enough they were on offer, but I already have four pots of Lemon Yogourt in the fridge?
A 500g pot of Bertolli butter and olive oil spread – again, I have in the fridge and only used a bit pot of Flora Buttery spread?
Six mini orange juice pots of – I already have three large bottles of orange juice and a carton of fresh orange juice in stock?
Frozen Mini Hash Browns, I have three-quarters of a pack in the freezer?
A pot of Ainsley Harrison, Piri-Piri seasoned Mexican thingamajig. I do not like Mexican food or Piri-Piri?
A sourdough sliced loaf – I had also ordered whilemeal flat bread and bread thins?
Two Pots of the BBQ pot noodles I do like, but I already had two pots in stock?
I was seriously worried by my actions over this order. Perhaps, I did the order on a bad day with the Dennis Dizzies and Trotsky Terence? Not that I can remember which day it was, though?
I had to use the step-ladder to get the Porridge, stuffings and Pot Noodles up and onto the top of the cupboards – which means I may have to use them again when I want to get them down to use? Although, I usually manage with the grabber. Hehehe!
Back on the computer and finished yestreday’s post and sent it off.
Luckily, Obergruppenfurheress Warden Dean called to see if I had made my Wrist Alarm battery strength check with the Control Room for this month. I informed her that I did it a few days ago. This gave me the chance to creep a bit, and I gave her the bread, Soy Sauce Glaze, the Balsamic Marinade and Mexican Piri-Piri tub. I must pay more attention to my next ordering session!
Then I updated this diary to here.
Then CorelDraw to do some more TFZ series graphic preparations.
Woke around 0320hrs: The mind once again in turmoil and reluctant to allow me to organise my thoughts. I seemed incapable of divaricating the mass of useless, pointless and inconsequentialities milling about within a few quintessential important issues? A losing battle. Humph!
0415hrs: No signs of any nibbling around the chair. I made my move to escape the £300 second-hand recliner, encouraged by the need to make use of the Porcelain Throne. Another messy session that needed things cleaning up afterwards.
Into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications, and boy what a sight the morning sky was. I went out onto the balcony to make this beautiful photographicalisation.
Which was not a good idea – when coming back into the room I caught the headphone cable with my foot. The cable extension plug came out, the TV repositioned itself, and I stubbed my toe on the ottoman! Good start, Hehe!
I cursed and cleared up the ensuing mess.
I observed the reminder note I’d left on the TV screen, Morrison’s delivery and INR blood Test Today.
Dia 156, Sys 84, Pulse 91, Temp 31.4 and the weight… Down to 14.78!
The tea had gone cold, so I went back to the kitchen to make another… this was when I noticed as I got the milk out of the fridge, a Gooey mess had leaked from something down into the bottom of the refrigerator and onto the freezer door below. I had to move the whole unit to make room for the salad drawer to come out and cleaned it all up.
After finishing it all off and cleaning the bowl I’d used, I spotted this little mite clinging onto my finger and blood-sucking away! Shaking the hand did not budge it at all?
I checked the fridge but could see no more signs of any of them? Puzzled now!
Puzzled again, when the time for the Morrison delivery had passed, so I checked the email – seems I put it on a wrong day, today by error for tomorrow. Whatta da Plonka!
While on the Emails, I checked them out and did some WordPress reading.
Posted this photograph of Fooey that Pete sent me. Did an Email asking if I could have permission to visit Jane, Pete and Fooey on Friday this week if they are in of course? No reply yet. I just hope that Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald etc. permit me to. Huh!
Had to stop and get ready to do the ablutions, so I wasn’t late for the INR Warfarin Blood Test, hopefully with Nurse Nichole. Got them done and down into the lobby – When I realised I’d forgotten the hearing aids.
So, back up to the flat to collect them, and by the time I’d got back down again, I realised there would not be time (30 minutes) for me to hobble to the surgery in time. So, I waited for the 1030hrs bus to catch it down into Sherwood.
Took a few photographs of a bee on the flowers on the verge. I made five in all, but only this one had the bee in it. It was quick, Hehe!
Had a laugh and chinwag with some of the residents also waiting.
Got down to Mansfield Road and waited for a bus.
Not much traffic around,
Caught a but for the three stops to Carrington.
Into the surgery, reported to the Obergefreiteress Receptionist, and sat down for ten seconds and I was called in, not by Nurse Nichole, but Obergruppenfurheress Nurse Anne. Sad!
She called my name, then said; ‘Follow me!, ‘Come in!’ as we got to the treatment room door. ‘Go through!’, then ‘Sit!’ This was the verbal theme throughout. She took the blood, and I thanked her meekly and handed over the bag of nibbles and exited the place.
Walked down into Carrington to see if the Lidl shop had reopened yet. It had not, and was still a shell.
Caught a bus back into Sherwood and called into the Co-op store, got a small beef pie, cherry tomatoes and wholemeal bread thins.
Noticed a chap sat in the outside seats of the cafe. The man was wearing a Sherlock Holmes style hat, blue jeans with white polka-dots and motifs on them, a German Tyroleon green jacket, no socks on and footwear that looked like slippers. Smoking a light brown cigarillo. Also, he was eating some black forest gateau from his knee with a gigantic cup of coffee and passing proliferous blasts of wind! I admired his style in doing his own thing!
Some interesting buses spotted in the photo above. The white one is coming from London to Nottingham, (Or not as the case may be?), the Maroon one Nottingham to Mansfield and double-decker from Nottingham to the Broxtowe Estate, that’s claim to fame is being the second highest gun-crime and the highest drug crime of all the Estates 2016.
Up to the bus stop, where tenant May was waiting, we had jolly gossip. The bus arrived with many other tenants on it, and I chin-wagged with Mary from flat 38. Arrived at the apartments and the three of us, Mary, May and Welsh Bill hobbled to the flats, with me coming in last as usual.
Up to 72, had a wee-wee and set about sorting the meal for later. The potatoes I’d got in the crock-pot earlier, with Basalmic dressing in the pot. I got the sage and onion stuffing mix in a basin ready to mix and the beef pie to hand, ready to go in the oven with the filling after it had been on for ten minutes to balance out times needed.
Got the oven warming up and updated this diary.
Checked the Emails.
Added the beef pie to the sage & onion with mushrooms stuffing
Caught up on Facebooking.
Health Checks and medicationalisationing sorted.
Cut up the tomatoes and added the balsamic vinegar to them.
Got the meal served up.
This was rather tasty, and a rating of 8.8 was given.
I do not know if it might have been the stuffing or not, but there followed an elongated period of passings of the wind and Reflux Roger started giving me some nasty hassle. Later to be joined by Anne Gyna.
Nodded off as soon as I settled to watch some DVD, but it was a very fretful time. Forever waking up and being unable to recall any of the dreams I knew I’d been having, and with bothersome stabbing pains from Anne Gyna.
Waking up so often, and now in pain around the left foot big toe? Feels like when I stub it, but I cannot recall doing so recently? Getting a bit fed-up with it now.
0430hrs: After a dream filled forever waking up sort of night, I rose out of the £300 second-hand recliner, stubbed my toe, had a Dizzy Dennis visit and made my way to the Porcelain Throne, discovering en route that Hernia Harry was also in a bad mood.
The dream recollections were very vague.
Much bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harry, but the session went well regarding the passage, and Trotsky Terence seemed to have eased off again.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications, made a brew and made sure the bag of nibbles was ready to take tothePapplewick Pumping Station for the Craft Fair visit later, with BJ and David. BJ is to ring me before he arrives after picking up David, to take us to the station.
Caught up with finishing the weekend post and started this one off.
I went to make another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold, and peered down out of the kitchen window, to see that we were back to no car parking spaces available. I think that some of the tenants have returned from their holidays?
Checked Email, WordPress reading.
Titivated the Morrison order for Wednesday delivery.
Facebooked a while.
1100hrs: Tended to the ablutions, just in case BJ is on time. (Of course, he wasn’t, bless him. Hehe!) He rang 1215hrs to say he was on his way, told him I’d meet him at the end of the road cause of the parking difficulties near the flats.
I was very pleased to see that they had supplied us with a bin outside the lifts on the ground floor, to put out glass in for recycling. Pound to a penny when I get back there will be some other sort of waste in it?
BJ picked us up at the end of the road with David installed in the back seats. David seemed a lot less distracted than usual and his ‘Voices’ were not bothering him so much, or so it seemed. Cheered me up this did, as I chatted with him en route.
At Papplewick Pumping Station, BJ and David went their way and me mine. First thing I did, was to walk around the pond and admire the foliage as I wandered limpingly through the woods. The model boat people were out in force, but a mystery of why the photographs I took of them were not on the SDH card, still remains? I was very disappointed in that!
I’m sad to report that Dizzy Dennis and Duodenal Donald both started to kick off then. I was not up to much for a couple of hours. I got myself in the trees on a bench, out of the sun and listened to a group of ladies giving a musical show on a nearby lawn. They were outstanding, singing the oldies songs in harmony. Dennis made it hard for me to concentrate, and when the foursome of gals stopped singing, and what started like a kiddies entertainment started, I tried to get up to start my walk around again, but gave up and returned to the bench. I got the crossword book out. It is Collin’s version, that is a little harder to solve (For me, anyway), and I spent ages on them. Everything else seemed to disappear from my brain. Odd sensation? Then I needed a wee-wee, hobbled to the WC and began to feel a lot better. The weather was hot, and the kids seemed to be enjoying themselves everywhere. Not a tantrum in sight!
I met BJ and David near cafe the tables, and a group of BJ’s friends arrived for a chinwag with them. I managed to catch a photograph as the mini-train went by some of them. BJ left, David in the middle.
I felt in better nick now, and set off to have a hobble around the Station and fair, while BJ and his mates went to the cafe for a nosh.
I found out much later that some more of the shots I’d taken had also failed to record on the camera card? I think I might have been doing something wrong, but what?
Duodenal Donald had now been joined by Anne Gyna in giving me some grief, and things were not good… well, maybe more like just uncomfortable.
I managed a decent hobble around and was so pleased when they found me, and we were ready to leave. Big hearted BJ, told his two friends he would give them a lift home, as it is on our way. A good chap, our BJ!
As we approached the gatehouse, I tried to get a shot of this little wasp whatever it is, ferreting on this flower, whatever it is. Hehe!
In the distance, I could see an orchard and zoomed in to have a look to see if I could identify the apples in it.
They looked like they might be Discovery variety, but perhaps not, they fruit in winter, I think.Most of them had brown spots on them and did not look very appetising. I mentioned this to BJ, and he said he thought they were grown to sell to a cider maker?
Eventually, we all arrived at the Gatehouse.
I approached from the rear nearer to the orchard, thus avoided struggling up the steps to get through.
I had cunningly taken this photograph earlier on arrival.
BJ’s car didn’t half sink when all four of us (No lightweights either, Hehe) got in.
I was a little surprised when BJ dropped off the man and woman at a Premier Inn on Mansfield Road in Daybrook on the way back.
BJ insisted on going right up to the flats to drop me off, as he said: “Yer don’t look too good yoof, hang on til I get back from my holidays before yer croak, see ya later, cheers!” Haha!
I thanked him, bade my farewells to David, and struggled up to the apartment.
The sun now blazing more than ever. I opened the windows wider, got the Health Checks done, took the medications, taking an extra Ramipril and got the fodder cooking.
Into the wet room to sort things out down below.
Not up to doing anything now really, so drained, but I’d had a trip out and enjoyed it despite the ailments.
Served up the food and enjoyed what of it I could eat. For some reason, the appetite was not as large as usual. However, it was tasty, delicious. I had to use distilled vinegar as I have run out of malt vinegar.
Got myself settled eventually and the TV on with programmes selected to watch.
Craig Cramps started off with the hands. This occasion was so different to any others I’d had. The fingers did not warp and bent as they normally would, a few of the digits straightened out painfully and it was a bit of a job getting them to bend again afterwards. Humph! One finger actually seemed to grow fatter for some reason? (Arthur Itis joining in?Haha!)
Still, it made a nice change. If you see what I mean.
Nodding off and having little dreams ensued. What about, I have no idea, I just know I had them?
0225hrs: I stirred into semi-life, more on than in, the £300 second-hand recliner. I was not sure how I’d got into this precarious position and had it was a challenge getting out of it. By the time I had extracted and freed this overweight mould of body-mass, Hippy Hilda, Hernia Henry and Arthur Itis had all started kicking off complaining. A bad start to the day, Tsk!
Of to the Porcelain Throne, not a good session and I decided to take another Diah-Limit capsule with the medications. Slowly the yonderly feelings left me, and semi-logical thoughts were let through to ruminate within the brain. Not always a good thing.
I did the Health Checks: Sys 160, Dia 76, Pulse 88, Temp 35.5, Weight 14.89. Then made a brew of tea and took the medications.
The computer on and updated yesterday’s post.
0330hrs: Sudden decision to get the washing done. Down to the laundry room.
Ah-ha! The Secret Tea Drinker of Old Woodthorpe Court must have been visiting the laundry room? Hehehe!
On the way back up, I espied some new notices on the board…
A little confusing about the Scarborough now Skegness outing?
Seeing the word Bingo on the letter to the left made me shudder.
Thank heavens I have cancelled the trip. If they are to play Bingo on these trips, I will certainly not be going on them.
Lucky escape when they changed the destination and I withdrew my name. Phew!
Got the machine going and back up to the flat and updated this diary.
0405hrs: Down to move the washing to the dryer.
Popped outside and took this semi-moody photograph from outside the entrance doors.
Not cold out at all this morning at all.
Came back in and retrieved the clobber from the washer and moved it into the dryer, and cleaned the machine.
As I went back to the lift, I saw a notice I’d missed earlier, either that; or someone had been down and put it up during the last hour. Hehe!
I agree that this is unacceptable behaviour.
But, was Obergefreiteress Jenny right with her comment: “PLEASE either leave them on the floor of the chute room….”
Surely the new signs put up in the Chute Room, tell us not to do this?
Some of the more elderly residents might be misled by Jenny’s notice and get themselves in trouble?
Might I suggest that the Nottingham City Homes use fingerprints, DNA or pay a Personal Informer? Hehe!
Apart from this, though, it is a hazardous practice. It might have damaged the caretakers mobile phone, then where would he be if he could not do his ‘Phubbing’ (Noun: The practice of ignoring one’s neighbours or companions to pay attention to one’s mobile phone) at any of us when we do try to speak to him?
Updated this diary to here, then down to collect the laundry. Each time I’ve used it up to now, the elevator on the left has had flashing lights inside, had to close the eyes.
Gathered and folded the dried togs and got them into the bag.
Cleaned the filters and drum, and back up to the apartment with them.
Got the clothes stored away where they belong. All finished by 0550hrs, and ready for a mug of tea.
Updated this post to here, then got caught up with Facebook, it took a few hours. Well, three hours to get caught up.
Made a start on the next TFZer series graphic preparation. Spent hours on this too, but without much to show for it.
Got the nosh cooking, peas in saucepan chips and pie in the oven.
Still no call to the Porcelain Throne for a while? Managed a lot of wee-wees, though. Tsk!
This simplistic fodder went down like a treat, despite when I was taking the stuff out of the oven, I got a phone call from Brother-in-Law Pete, and it was not very hot when I got round to eating it. Very nice to get a call, though.
Fatigued again for no reason, I almost collapsed in the recliner, watched some TV in between nod-offs. The dreams were rampant and not nice, but memories of them a scarce.
And that was the day done for me. Tsk!
Sunday 27th August 2017
Latin: Die XXVII Septembris MMXVII
0300hrs: Stirred and pondered on the dreams I’d been having, but only the nature of them returned to me, no details really. Guilt and frustration lingered from them I think.
As I moved to stand up, a right mess was strewn all around the £300 second-hand recliner. Nibble packets (empty), crumbs, medical pots and tubes, broken pencil, mobile phone on the carpet, nail cutters and rather worryingly an empty giant size roasted seaweed packet. I spent a while trying to remember eating anything last night, but could not recall doing so, apart from the meal?
To the Porcelain Throne, Oh dear… Trotsky Terence might be returning, a messy, uncomfortable session. Mind you, no Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Hippy Hilda, Reflux Roger or Hernia Harry hassle up to now. Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna seemed to be working in unison to torment me, with the odd excruciating attack (Humph!). Especially, Duodenal Donald, he made me want to deracinate the innards to relieve the stabbing pains, and Anne Gyna seemed to be very busy causing similar annoyance all over the chest and back area. Not had a start to the day as bad as this for a long time.
Sat there on the free-moving loose Porcelain Throne seat, I ruminated on things. But the mind was not in the mood for my making use of it, so I gave up pondering, wash-up and into the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks and medication imbibing.
Oh, heck! The state of the kitchen. Dirty washing in the sink, crumbs and marks on the floor, and, crucially, the fridge door was open! So, I had been night-nibbling in my sleep for sure, then?
It was 0355hrs by the time I got around to carrying-out the Health Checks.
Sys138, Dia 98, Pulse 80 Temp 35.59 and the weight 14.85. I put the high Dia and temperature down to my not feeling too well overall? At least the weight had fallen a bit. Took the medications.
I could not face cleaning the place up. I was concerned as to how I made the mess and could not remember doing it? The Rumbling Innards were getting a bit more fierce, now. Back to the Porcelain Throne soon I reckon.
I got the urge to take a panoramic photograph from out on the balcony. I could not hold the camera firmly enough to make one, so I took two regular ones and tried to get them together and trimmed, this is the result. Not perfect, but it gives you an idea of the incredible view I am lucky enough to have.
Not too cold out at all. I returned inside and visited the Porcelain Throne. Things no better, messy again. Took an extra Diah-Limit capsule and Codeine 60g.
Got on with updating this diary. (Anything to avoid getting the place cleaned-up! Tsk!)
0540hrs: Checked the Emails. Then WordPress reading. Readied and titivated some graphics for later use.
I’ve a little bit of advice in the form of a tip here for you folks. Then you are getting down to get the washing-up liquid from underneath the kitchen sink and get a visit from Dizzy Dennis, try not to fall with all your weight against the cupboard door. Especially when your thumb is still in the closet! The door squashing your digit may impose a sweet blood-blister under your nail. Hehe!
0708hrs: Updated this diary.
0900hrs: Made a brew of Thompson’s Strong Tea (Personally Recommended for those who like a tasty mug of tea!), And set about prepping some stuff for the graphics for the next TFZer series. Got one done and posted, but not one in this series.
I pray they will like it. Sixteen TFZers with six of their pets, in this one. I wonder if anyone can name them all? Just a bit of fun. Marie Young was the first TFZ to say she’d found them all, bless her cotton socks. I must find time to do a Certificationalision of Merit graphic.
Got the nosh sorted. Tomatoes and balsamic vinegar dressing, boiled potatoes with grated cheese, beetroot, cheesy potato pockets, apple, mini pork pie, mushrooms and a slice of flat bread. Followed by a lemon curd yoghourt.
This went down very well. Rated at 9.35/10!
Washed-up and did the Health Checks, then took the medications.
BJ rang, “Do you still want to go to the Papplewick Pumping Station tomorrow?” – “Yes please, thanks.” – “Tsk! I’ll call you when I’m on my way after picking up David, should be around 1200hrs” Nice!
Settled-down to watch some TV. Intending to look at a daft monster film and a documentary about the Marie Celeste. I spent more time nodding that watching! Hehe! Then when I decided to give up the viewing, I could not get off to sleep with the mind fighting against any rest with its constant thinking of regrets, mistakes and frustrations I’d been through over the years.
0230hrs: I woke up and had to clamber out of the £300 second-hand recliner with the greatest speed available to get to the porcelain and have a much-needed twinkle. Phew!
Ailments all seemed very kind to me this morning.
Made a drink of tea in the new tiny China cup, so as not to encourage the wee-wees so much.
Took the Health Checks and onto the scales: Sys 162, Dia 70, Pulse 70, Temp 35.6 (A bit high?) Weight 14.96 (At least no increase?)
Whoopsiedangleplop number one: To the computer with the tea and started to update yesterday’s post with the photographs and scriptures… I dropped the cup! Had a hell of a job getting down to soak and clean up the spillage, and an even harder job getting back up again afterwards! On the bright side, though, I didn’t get any tea on the computer or bang anywhere like the head in getting back up.
Back to the kitchen to take the cleaning stuff back and make another China cup of tea.
Back to the diary updating. This took me hours to get done, so many photographs taken you see?
The tea had gone well actually cold, so back to the kitchen again. This was when I realised how beautiful the scenery was now it’s getting lighter. Bootiful morning!
I had made some scribbled notes on the pad and was having difficulty in reading this word on the right that I’d scrawled.
Took the medications with the refreshed drink of tea.
I then consulted the Appointment Slip the kind lady at the Audio Clinic had given me yesterday, as she sneered at me and gossiped with her colleague on the reception desk.
Then I realised, I had not got the wristlet alarm on, and nipped into the wet room where I was sure I’d have left it, but no. A search of panic increasing magnitude ensued. After a while convinced, I must have lost it, and felt so annoyed at myself! I gave up the search and resigned myself to having to be humiliated and humbled by reporting it to Obergruppenfurheress Deana later, with the knowledge that a £200 bill would be laid on me.
I walked back in the front room, and there it was in plain view on top of the printer! It was odd, feelings of kakorrhaphiophobic-ness and self-loathing at the same time. Humph!
As I was about to go into the wet room to get the ablutions tended to, the mobile rang. It was Sister Jane. Lovely to hear from her. Sad news about Fooey, the beloved cat, he’s not doing too well, and the end is expected any time now. She is going in to have her nasty toe seen to, the same day as I go in for the Hilda Hip to be looked at… I think, or not, it might be the grafting operation. I get confused easily you know. Haha!
Rushed the abluting, no time for a shower so had a quick stand up at the sink. Got down on the lift and outside, up to the bus stop and had few little chinwags and laughs with the crowd of tenants also waiting for the City or Bestwood L9 bus.
The City bus arrived first, and I mounted it with a few other residents. Chinwagged with Margaret, who had just got back from the Bulgarian holiday. Happy to see her again, and she so enjoyed it, shame she had to return.
As I took this photograph through the front of the bus windscreen, I have to admit that a Senior Moment/Whoopsiedangleplop developed. Not funny at the time, but it is now; I completely forgot why I was going to town on the bus!
What a lame brain dimwit!
Ponder and think as much as did, made no difference to the blankness within until I was nearly in town and it came back! I was going to get some Chestnuts because when I went the other day the shop was closed! Gorrit! Tsk!
Got off the bus on Hockley and I walked up to the Chinese store. Spent again too much. Got the chestnuts, brown rice and seaweed sticks, fried bean-curd nibbles and a packet of pork floss.
Up the hill and down into the City Centre.
Taking this photo en route to show on the TFZer site, of another of the hidden shops in Nottingham, up alleyways etc. A Tattooist business.
IT was far busier the nearer I got to the centre of town. I called into the clothes shop and had a perusal around, but did not get anything.
Out and to the Nottingham Beach and amusements.
There was plenty of folks around this beautiful morning.
I nearly took a different route to the bus stop, that would have meant my proceeding down this road in the picture on the right.
Too risky that! So I went back and took the long way to Queen Street and the bus stop for the L9.
I passed this new piece of Nottingham Street Art on the way
I was not impressed at all but could see that the Council had sold advertising space on the base of the monstrosity, and all became clear to me. A councillor either owned or had shares in the company, or had taken a corrupting gift. Haha! It was truly horrible to look at, for me anyway. Art? Phwert!
A new Nottingham bus was spotted. These are ones that run of animal-pooh and not diesel.
Caught the bus and was soon back a the flats. And rushing as fast as I could to get in and have a wee-wee, no signs of any Porcelain Throne activity today? Mmm!
Got the meal in the oven. Health Checks were done: Sys 158, Dia 62, Pulse 96, Temp 34.9 and caught up with updating this diary.
The ready meal was called: Monterey Jack & Smokey bacon loaded Fries. I added lots of shredded strong cheddar cheese on top, and after it had cooked, mini tomatoes and three little soy boiled potatoes.
Lemon Curd yoghourt and a banana to follow. Rated at 9.4/10.
Worn out after eating and enjoying this feast.
TV on and an hour or so of nodding offs and I got to sleep properly.
I’m so glad the philargyrists have cut down on the fiddling
Thursday 24th August 2017
Bulgarian: Четвъртък, 24 август 2017 г.
0200hrs: Pulled my lumbering flobby-body up and off the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Porcelain Throne. Unsure if Trotsky Terence was trying to return this morning, sort of half and a half if you know what I mean?
Took the medications with an extra Diah-limit capsule to be on the safe side. Made a brew and poddled back to the wet room for a wee-wee again.
I took this shot of the view and horizon. It didn’t seem too cold and no fog or mist this morning. Then I hung out of the window-frame and took this photograph of the car park and entrance to the flats area. No free parking spaces today.
Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit for a few moments while I had my head outside, but he soon departed.
Got the computer on and finished off yesterday’s diary post. Passed the wind, and had to nip back into the wet room to check things out, but all was okay – false alarm!
Went onto Facebooking, somehow I missed updating it yesterday?
WordPress reading next.
Now the Emails, then Facebooking.
Ablutions tended to.
Checked the raffle prizes and nibbles were in the bag, also that I’d got the NHS Audiology Record Book with me, and set off out to visit the Copse on my way to the Temporary Winwood Portakabin for the Social Hour.
Walked up to the Copse, and had a little wander around.
It was windy this morning, but not cold with it.
Back down to the road and along Chestnut Walk to the Portakabin. I came across a discarded used food tray laying on the grass verge and took these photographs of these beetles, apparently having feasted on whatever was left by the naughty person who had dropped it?
A bit further along towards the Social Hour Shed, I espied dozens of flies showing interest in a nettle leaf. As I got the camera ready to picture them, all but this one flew off.
This little chap, or lady, proved she was not for moving at any price or cost? I wish I knew what interested her so about this leaf? Egg laying maybe?
Only twelve people were attending when I arrived. And that counts with the two NCH representatives. BJ arrived late, as usual to a cheer from the others. A well-loved chap our BJ. Another two residents joined us. Obergereiteress Jenny was in good form. She advised me that the arranged day-trip to Scarborough had changed to Skegness asking if I was still interested in going, in a verbal and bodily fashion, that told me I was not going to go. I told her I would not be going, as it was because they were going to Scarborough is why I added my name, Skegness did not appeal. I knew I’d said right for once when she smiled and said: “Fair enough, my dear!”
Handed in the raffle prizes and distributed the nibbles. They liked the new Hob-Knob bars. All seemed to enjoy the social and had a laugh or two.
I love some of the old uns humour. As I departed to catch the bus to town to go to the Audiology place, I bade my farewells, one said “Sod-off then” and another “Don’t get ran-over again” Hehe! With the old hearing aids, I would never have heard these comments.
To the bus stop and a chinwag or two there, and into Town.
Dropped off and hobbled up Glasshouse Street. As I limped along, several Police vehicles sped by at a good rate of knots with their blues and twos on. By the time I got the camera out, I could only catch the last one, which was well behind the others. I’d love to have known why the five police cars, including one ARV amongst them, were going and why?
Got in the Aldi store and had a mini-spending spree. Tsk! Again! Iced fingers, apples, crisps, ready meal, salad dressing and a wholemeal loaf. Not one of which I really needed! (Well, maybe the bread).
Paid for them and out over and through the Victoria Centre Mall and out and up to Trinity Square. Not many people about in this neck of the woods.
Avoiding the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists at various points en route, I walked along to Upper Parliament Street to the Derby Road Island. Spotting the mobile-sign about the closure of the Broad Marsh Car Park, I thought that after going to the Audio Centre to be spoken down to and sneered at (If things go as usual there, that is), I’d go and take some photos of the collapsed wall car park on Mount Street.
The first task was to get across the road and up Standard Hill, on Park Row.
A deceptively steep one this is, and the last few hundred yards it gets steeper still. Anyway, amazingly I got up it with far less bother than the last time, last week. But I’d had the feet tended too in between.
Got into the main doors and walked through to the C1 Audio clinic
I was surprised to see such a small collection of audio patients. There were only 19 sat awaiting their appointments and only two in the queue reporting on arrival at the multitasking winning receptionists desk.
I stood awaiting the conversation between the two Scharfuheress receptionists to end. (This was when I had the time to count the numbers of people, scratch my nose, massage Hippy Hilda and ponder on the meaning of life… Hehe!) It took a while, so I assumed the conversation between the two gals must have been of the highest importance.
Another patient arrived to disturb the other one at the desk, and I took my chance to dive in quickly, verbally:
Me: “Morning, I’m having difficulty with my hearing aids, they were fitted in 2009, and no one has contacted me for any servicing or checking, and I am now getting…”
Receptionist: “What is it you want?”
Me: “I was explaining… (She was writing on an appointment card as she fumed and spoke, pretended to listen, and kept up her conversation with the other receptionist at the same time, credit where it’s due, her multi purpose multi tasking skills beyond question, brilliant!) I need them checking out to see if…”
Receptionist: Writing on an appointment card and chatting with her neighbour “Can you get to an appointment here for Wednesday 13th September at nine-o’clock?
Me: “Yes!” I pointed out again that I had not been seen or tested since 2009.
She grabbed my booklet and perused it.
Receptionist: “You need to start from the beginning again with a hearing test… You’ve not been tested since 2009!”
Receptionist: Angrily rubbing out what she had written on the appointment card and replacing it with new writing. “Can you get to an appointment here for Monday 18th September at nine-thirty?
Me: “Yes, thank you”.
I didn’t hear her say any farewells or goodbyes but did notice she returned her concentration back to the chinwag she was having with the other girl as I departed. I felt so guilty and uncomfortable at disturbing them.
At last, I can get things sorted on the 18th Sept, and then have a pleasant experience of having two sets of aids, so should not be without one or the other again.
Walked out and down Standard Hill and right to have a look at the state of the collapsed car park close up.
Looked at the new student’s flats that were built last year.
I remember thinking how quickly these were erected and finished then filled up entirely so rapidly.I wonder how many students are at colleges in Nottingham nowadays?
Then down and over Maid Marion Way and down St James street into the city centre.
Brought back some memories this street did. Not the best of memories, though.
They were from my drinking days. Some bad decisions were made then. Tsk!
Into Slab Square and enjoyed myself taking some pictures of the amusements, rides, the beach, pickpockets, muggers and shoplifters. Hehehe!
When taking the bottom middle one, a chap came to me and asked what Lens aperture I was using? I didn’t know what he meant, my being a learner of sorts. I showed him the pictures on the camera and told him I was in Auto mode, and he looked a little incredulously at me, said they were good, but he couldn’t understand how I do not use lens ___?___ on them. (I can’t remember the word, but I knew I’d never heard it before). He walked away giving me a look that told me he thought I was either lying, stupid or both?
I had an hour before the nest L9 bus was due in, so I wandered down Exchange Walk to St Peter’s Church, and foolishly meandered into Marks & Spencers Food Hall in their basement. Fatal for the waistline and bank balance this turned out to be. Huh!
Bought a BBQ meal, balsamic dressing, fritters, meat, potato rostis and a bottle of Cider Vinegar by mistake for plain vinegar. Humph!
Paid my dues and up and out into Wheeler Gate.
Passing the street artists aplenty, beggars, Big Issue sellers, street sleepers with their dogs and pavement cyclists.
Then, back up through Exchange Walk passing McDonald’s and up through the slab to the L9 bus stop.
Back at the flats, the plates were giving me some grief. Got in, had a wee-wee and got the meal started cooking. Rostis, tomatoes, mini cheese pork pie, mushrooms, beetroot, free range chicken leg, a slice of wholemeal bread and an apple. Lemon curd yoghourt to follow.
Rated this at 8.9/10.
I had a look on the web for how many residential students were in Nottingham. It appears there are over 49,000 in total, with 20,000 residential.
So tired again, I did nothing afterwards, apart from the pot washing, many wee-wees and falling asleep watching the DVD.
I awoke at 0415hrs, the mind in turmoil and confusion again. It was severe this time, the jokes of where am I, who am I, what day is it questions became a reality for a couple of minutes.
As I manoeuvred myself to escape the comfortable clutches of the £300 second-hand recliner, Hippy Hilda (Right hip) showed her great displeasure at me doing so.
However, as I eventually got stood in an upright position, it dawned on me this might not be such a bad day after all. No Dizzy Dennis, Cramp Craig, Arthur Itis, Harry Hernia or Anne Gyna worries were affecting me at all. Only Hippy Hilda and Duodenal Donald, and later Haemorrhoid Harold were interested in giving me some gip. So, overall a good start to the day. Even the brain had regained it’s admittedly limited, logicality again.
No demands to use the Porcelain Throne (A little confusing and worrying this was), but many wee-wees followed over the next few hours.
The view outside was a little hazy, but beautiful. It stayed like this for hours, a little misty.
I had an idea out of the blue, for a funny ode about these strange thoughts I had earlier and started a blog off about them. Inspired by insanity, I think? This took many hours and wee-wees. Haha! I was semi-pleased with the outcome and posted it on WordPress.
As I started on finalising yesterdays Diary, Ear-Ache Eric started off abruptly in the right-lughole. Tsk! Did I speak too soon? Hehe!
The Morrison man arrived, and I got the fodder stowed away. Once more, the freezer and fridge are crammed full of gear.
Podded the peas and got them shelled and in the slow-cooker. They (Morrisons) had sent me a free packet of Del Monte keep-in-the-fridge peaches in syrup. Moments later, I saw a neighbour coming into the flats with some of his grandkids, and I thought they might like to have the fruit. So I collared them as they got to their door and asked them if they’d like to have them, they did, and I was happy.
Checked the Emails and did some WordPress reading. Doctors Surgery had sent Email giving the new dosages for the Warfarin and blood test results. They had booked me in for next Wednesday at 1107hrs for the next test. A bit late in the day for my liking, but, beggars and pensioners can’t be choosers.
Got the ablutions seen to and although it was getting late for me, I decided to have a walk in the Copse, despite the foggy mist outside.
Getting the potato sticks in the oven for later after the hobble, and the door bell rang out. It was Footlady Susan. She had been called to another flat and wanted to do me now, while she was in the place. So she did. Never been done so quickly either. I handed her all my money and asked her to take what she needed, she gave me some back, and she was off and gone within 14 minutes.
The plates were a little sore, so I abandoned the idea of a walk and got the food ready.
The sticks were overcooked by the time I got them on the tray, the bread had lost its freshness, but the garden peas were excellent.
Down and settled to devour this, and the phone rang. Tsk! It was Footlady Susan, saying she had given me £20 too much change and could I check. I had no idea whether she had or not, I could not remember or know how much I had to start with when I handed it to her. Took her word for it, and told her I would put it in the top left-hand drawer so it would be safe and she would remember where, when she called for it.
By the time I got back to the fodder, it was not very warm, and disappointing in the extreme.
The unceremonious, but nowadays expected drainage of energy befell me even earlier tonight. Got the Health Checks done and took the medications.
Remembered to add Susan’s next visit to the calendar. Friday 6th October 1330hrs.
The innards began rumbling and churning a while later as I settled with the TV on, into the £300 second-hand recliner.
I planned the viewing of some programmes, immediately the nodding-off began. I have no idea what I did watch and what I missed, but the misses far outweighed the watched! Hehe!
I had to go for a Porcelain Throne visit. It was not good. Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding and very sore afterwards.
Dreamed a lot and kept waking up, but no definitive memories.
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Tuesday 21st August 2017
Turkish: 21 Ağustos 2017 Salı
Sleep had become impossible as my jargogled mind seemed intent (and was successful) in my not getting any rest or respite.
0235hrs: After a while of my meditating on life and roast chestnuts, I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and noticed a note I’d left myself laid over the computer screen, to remember the INR Warfarin Blood Test this morning at 0905hrs. This cheered me up at the thought that I may see Nurse Nichole if she is on duty?
Cheered a little by this, I decided to get the laundry duties done straight away, well, after a visit to the Porcelain Throne, that went very well, Trotsky Terence was getting much easier to live with now.
0248hrs: The accoutrements and clothes gathered, I made my way down to the laundry room. I got the machine going after having to clean some pink gooey stuff off of the drum, left presumably from the last user.
Nipped out into the slightly foggy morning and took this photographicalisation of the block.
Going up in the other lift, one of the elevator’s lights were flashing, or rather, kept going dim occasionally?
Had a wee-wee, and went to make a brew and have a mug of Thompson’s super-tasty-strong tea and take the medications. Twas here that I realised that only Anne Gyna out of all the ailments, was giving me any grief. Oh, that’s not right, I forgot about Arthur Itis and Craig Cramps who are both currently having a go at the fingers. No complaining from me, though. The Rumbling Innards, Hippy Hilda, Duodenal Donald, Dizzy Dennis, Hernia Harry, Reflux Roger, and Shaking Shaun are all acting most kindly to me. The boils had disappeared. Even Trotsky Terence has eased off massively now.
Did the health checks and got a shock from the scales at the weight I’d increased to too! If Nurse Nichole is on duty this morning, I’ll tell her and ask her advice. I am sure I’m not overeating, and am trying to get in as much exercise as I can? Sys 159, Dia 77, Pulse 88, Temp 34.8 and Weight 14.96 – Oh dear.
0300hrs: Time to go down and move the gear from the washer to dryer.
I spotted a new notice on the wall board from Obergefrieteress Jenny.
I’m not sure about not many people turning up to the meetings, but the cabin was jam-packed on the one I went to. Mind you, most of us were guessing at what was being said, No Subtitles in real life, you see. Haha! And at least two of us old ones I noticed had nodded-off! Haha!
I know that Jenny thinks using all caps on the notices helps those with poor eyesight, but it does not read quickly or easily, to me, typed like this. Not moaning, just mentioning.
0329hrs: Moved the washing and went back up and got onto the computer. Finalised the Monday Diary and got it posted. Did a graphic for the page top.
0435hrs: Back down to the Laundry Room to collect and collate the clothes. Got them sorted.
I was puzzled and wondered what the reason was for the new looking spoon on the top of the dryer?
In one of the two lifts, the number twelve button does not light up, in fact, it broke the day I moved in.
Anyway, I went up in the one that does light up, and it started flashing on and off?
Just thought I’d mention it.
Got the gear stored away and had a wee-wee, starting sneezing now?
Began this diary.
The weather was getting a lot less misty now. A definite blue hue, too. Hehe!
Time getting on now, so I got to checking the Emails and WordPress reading, so I had time before having to get the ablutions and medicationalising, so as not be late getting to the surgery and possibly, Nurse Nichole.
Ablutions tended to, medicationalisationing done and out with the bag of nibbles, ready to go to the surgery. Well, I got as far as the foyer doors, and a lady spoke to me, and I did not hear what she said, so I went back up and collected the hearing aids. Tsk! Down again and passing the bus stop, there must have been 18 tenants waiting in the queue.
Down Winchester Street Hill and hobbled through the side streets onto Mansfield Road.
Diversions were in progress around this area.
Left and up the hill, then over the crest and down into Carrington.
The plates were soon stinging.
As I went down the incline, my mind had another wandering off on its own course period.
I walked straight passed the Sherrington Park Surgery, as far as the Tavistock Court Flats before realising.
Hobbled back to it, felt a right fool again!
Logged in with the receptionist and sat down doing the crosswords.
The joy of Joy… Nurse Nichole came to fetch me in! She took the blood, and I was in a dream at seeing her again. I gave her a box of Terry’s Orange Chocolate, and a bag of nibbles for the others and departed.
Walked down into Carrington with the aim of visit the pharmacy to find out when the next prescriptions are due to be collected and then Lidl to get some bread. (This did not happen)
The chemist informed me the 8th September was the date for the prescriptions to be fetched. I wrote this on the cover of the crossword book so as not to forget.
Limped down to Lidl, and found the property a shell, with everything gone from inside and workmen clearing things out?
I took this photograph with the lens up against the window to show how the far end of the building had had the wall removed.
Nobody told me this was going to happen? Hehe! Nor a lady who arrived and we had a laugh about it. We both decided to go back to Sherwood to do our shopping. Huh!
Wonder if they were upgrading or had they left the site?
Spotted some more Nottingham Street Art on the corner outside the store.Got a bus back into Sherwood and called in the Polish Food Shop. Spent a lot of dosh there, got some belly pork with herbs and garlic,
Got a bus back into Sherwood and called in the Polish Food Shop. Spent a lot of dosh there, got some belly pork with herbs and garlic, Continental sliced bread and Krakowsa. Walked up the road window shopping and into the Co-op. Got some towels, vinegar and tomatoes.
To the bus stop and a nattering with some other residents waiting alongside me.
When we got back, they showed me a clean pair of heels as we all walked to the flat from the bus stop.
But they were still waiting for an elevator when I arrived, and we went up together. The lady Betty, I think, said the other block of flats has had their lifts out of action all weekend!
In and had a wee-wee. Put the food away. Sandwiches tonight I think, or even earlier, I was getting food pangs again.
The computer on to update this diary.
Medications and Health Checks were done.
Got the super-sandwiches sorted. Continental bread, sliced English tomatoes dabbled with balsamic vinegar, and belly pork with herbs and garlic.
Got the potato nuggets in the oven, and did a bit of work starting off the next TFZer Graphicalisationalistical Series, I am calling, at the moment, “TFZers in Nottingham” for the album. Only got a bit of prepping done of the first one, and it was time to retrieve the nuggets from the oven.
Incredibly tasty meal. Rated 9.2/10, the only problem is where the potato nugget I dropped went to? Huh!
Nodded off, when I woke and extracted my body from the £300 second-hand recliner to go for a wee-wee, I discovered the escaped nugget must have fallen into the slipper I’d just put on. I had to smile to myself and query how the escapee had managed to travel so far as to enter the footwear? Hehe!
I think I can report that Trotsky Terence has all but given up annoying me – mind you if I remember rightly, this has happened in the past, and he has returned with 24hrs with even more venom? So I’d better not mention this. Too late now innit?
Evening medications were taken and I got settled to watch some TV, Amazingly staying awake for a whole one-hour programme of the Dog Rescuers! Then the brain started off with it’s everything needs pondering, fretting and evaluation mode. Tsk!
Woke around 0300hrs, the mind once again, seemed hyperactive, disorganised and out of control, all over the place and no chance of getting back to sleep.The wind escaping just has not stopped
The wind escaping just has not stopped, but this is good I think. It might indicate that Trotsky Terence is on the wain, and each blast, for ‘blast’ is the only word to describe the way they escaped, came without a need for the Porcelain Throne (For a while at least). No control over them at all.
I felt that some self-comminatory thoughts about me and my actions were deserved, and felt guilty and ready to accept the coming storm or punishment in a gobemouche state.
0420hrs: Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Porcelain Throne. With the wind, gurgling and rumbling from the innards, I anticipated the worst, but things were not so bad at all compared to yesterdays sessions. Phew! Haemorrhoid Harold was still very tender and sore, though.
Made a mug of tea and took the morning medications. Health Checks carried out: Sys159-Dia71-Pulse89-Temp35.4 and the weight, I have to report – was the highest it has been ever! 14.91. Depression dawned!
Presumably, this was due to my not getting in a hobble yesterday? Must get a little one in today.
Made the weeks Health Checklist to take with me when I have my INR blood test done, hopefully by Nurse Nichole tomorrow.
Got Sunday’s diary finished off and posted.
Checked the Emails, WordPress readings, then started this journal off. Did the top graphic, then went on Facebook to catch-up.
Ablutions enjoyed, no Porcelain Throne demands, and the wind decreased. There was no bleeding from the teggies or shaving. Haemorrhoid Harold bled a tiny bit. Looking good.
Readied things and out to the bus stop. A big right crowd there when I arrived. Bill from the 14th floor had a chinwag with me. His big operation is due on September 4th, at last. He’ll be on his crutches for a while afterwards. I offered him any help I could with shopping or whatever. I’ll remind him again next time I see him and give him my Email and telephone number.
We got on the bus, and Bill dropped off on Mapperley top, to do his rounds of the charity shops for any Owl figurines he could find.
I alighted the bus on Lower Parliament Street and hobbled through to Goose Gate to visit the Chinese Shop to get some more chestnuts.
En route I came across this bit of Nottingham Street art. I think it was commissioned by some company before they went bankrupt?
But the Chinese place was not open yet, for over another hour. Humph! So, I wended my way up and took the scenic walk up to St Mary’s Church. Built in 1377 and right over the road from the Nottingham Goal, where they did the hanging and deportationing of the poor. Always the impecunious masses never hung a Lord, Earl or a Sir!
I hobbled down High Pavement (The top photograph above), and there was smoke coming from the roof of the Contemporary Art Gallery.
The pretend Police Officer and all other locals in the area were ignoring this, to me, a bit of a dangerous scenario. No one was interested in the white smoke. So I assumed it was nothing out of the ordinary and hobbled by and turned right at the end, where the trams were operational.
No wonder they had a diversion sign near the church.
I saw the sign that one of the five traffic lanes had been closed. This, was due to the closure of Broad Marsh Bus Station and Car Park, losing Nottingham Shoplifters, sorry, shoppers 200 Car Parking Spaces bring closed, and the buses have had to be allotted new stopping places all over the City Centre. Thus the other buses can’t get through now.
Cars were left dangling out of the side of a multi-storey car park in Nottingham after one of the exterior walls collapsed. The collapse happened overnight when part of a wall came away from the building at the NCP Nottingham City car park in Cumberland Place, losing 400 plus spaces to add to the 1,150 lost at Broad Marsh – Boy I almost feel glad they took away my licence!
I limped along towards the City Centre, took this Nottingham Street Art photograph and noticed how I had got twinkles on it? Later, I found them on several other of this morning’s efforts?
Can anyone out there figure out what I got wrong, please?
I took this photograph further up on Wheeler Gate.
A narrow one-way street that has been used for donkey’s years as a two-way through route for traffic. These pictures were taken in 1920, & 1969 photographed from the other end.
Walked up into the Slab Square to take a picture of the Nottingham Beach, and caught these trams in the City Centre Station together.
The weather kept changing and threatening rain, but none yet.
This should please the few who have visited the Beach today. Not many of them, mind. Can’t blame them really, the costs are high for the rides. Not that this dampened the spirits of the little Nottinghamians in the slightest.
Noticed a lot of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists around today, but did not managed to get any to put in the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist Album… until now that is.
Took this of a right unthinking animal of an ignorant young git, as he weaved around and between the pedestrians, without any thought to their safety! With any luck he’ll get knocked off of it by someone one day, I’d love to be there when it happens. A trained First aider or not, if anyone else were injured they would get my first attention! The poor lady with the bag wobbled as he shot by so close to her.
But back to the compound and was the last one to the flats again. Poor old thing!
Had a chinwag with a lady from the 14th floor, got in and almost automatically went into the throne room, when I didn’t need to. Mind you, the wind from the rear was less often now.
Took the med’s and did the Health Checks. Wrote a note to remind me about the INR appointment in the morning.
Got some fish and tattie scones with cheese in the oven cooking.
Updated this diary.
Got the meal, soy sauce potatoes, tomatoes, cheese & onion scones, battered haddock fillet and a fish cake. Followed by the Lemon Mousse.
Didn’t affect the Trotskies as I thought it might, and went down very well. 8/10.
Got the Boon DVD on, and watched two whole episodes before the nodding-off started.
Had to get up for a wee-wee, and that seemed the end of sleeping for me. Tsk!
I don’t think I managed any period of over five minutes asleep without jumping awake and not having the slightest reason why?