Friday 25th August 2017

Basque: Ostirala, Abuztuak 25, 2017

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.