Saturday 26th August 2017
Azerbaijani: 26 Avqust 2017 Şənbə
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.