Friday 1st September 2017
0330hrs: Awoke with dreams milling about in the head, but they dissipated almost immediately, Tsk! They became replaced, with the memory that I needed to get the laundry done this morning, urgently. Before I needed to get myself ready for the visit to Sister Jane’s Mansion. For I knew that when the afternoon arrived, the fatigue would prevent me doing much at all. I had to absquatulate the £300 second-hand recliner and attend the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence was causing the urgent need. Huh, again!
Bit of a job cleaning up after the session.
Lots of the ailments were present this morning, but apart from Duodenal Donald who was a touch vigorous in his attentions, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Trotsky Terence, Hilda Hips and Roger Reflux were all in a well-copiable-with mode.
Into the kitchen and found the slippers sticking to the floor? Another mess to sort out. I had no idea what the sticky stuff was; it was translucent patchy stickiness. When I mopped up, it came off quickly enough?
Did the Health Checks. Sys 155 – Dia 71 – Pulse 93 – Temp 31.9, all looking good again. The weight at 14.88 was a tad up again, though only the tiniest bit.
Gathered the equipment needed, and down to the Laundry Room and got the washing machine going. Noticed some new signs on the board, but I had forgotten to take the camera down with me, I’ll get these later.
Up the lift with its flickering lights, and got a brew made and took the morning medications.
Turned on the computer and finished off yesterday’s diary and got it posted off.
Got the camera in my pocket and went back down to the laundry room. The elevator lights were still flickering and flashing, I know not why.
And the next lift I could hear making grinding noises as it moved?
The place needed a bit more cleaning than usual today.
The fingers of the left hand had a visit from Crampy Craig as I took out the clothes and moved them into the dryer.
The trays where you put the soap powder if you use it, and freshener were clogged up with old powder, and the front of the machines had spillage stuck to it. Cleaned up both machines.
Then went to investigate the new posters and signs on the wall in the corridor near the lifts.
The first one I read, was informing us of another Nosh-Out session on 20th September. Only £3.99 for a Fish and Chips (Or potatoes) and a drink. Sadly, I have an appointment at the Clinic on that day, Humph!
The next one warns of Travellers who have set up camp in Woodthorpe Grange Park at the top.
That was fun to see that someone else can get the spelling of words wrong! (Smugness dawned, Hehe!)
The last one reminded us of the old £1 coin becoming illegal on 15th October. It’s bad enough using just using majuscule writing, but with added words in bold as well? Perhaps I’m a bit pernickety?
I went outside to take this ‘Moody’ attempt of a photographicalisation of the apartments frontage.
Back up again to the dwelling box. In the other lift – this lift-ride did not have any flashing lights, though, it had worse! A grinding scraping sort of noise as it travelled up? Tsk!
Got the washing stored away, had a wee-wee and popped out on the balcony to take these photographicalisations.
The light was rather colourful now.
I started this post off up to here, then checked the Emails and did some WordPress reading.
No time for Facebooking now, I have to get myself presentable, for a visit to see Sister Jane and Pete to see Fooey. Made sure the liquid food for Fooey was in the bag.
Started the ablutionalisationing session. Collected the bag and set off on a walk to the bus stop on Chestnut Walk.
As I hobbled along, there were no signs of any activity or noises from the workmen. They were noticeable by their absence, Again!
A few laughs, insults, moans and chuntering took place between the residents who were waiting for the bus. The prevailing atmosphere was one of, what’s the word I’m looking for? Erm, discontentment or disgruntlement, barely noticeable, but it was there.
The weather was pleasant as I wandered off into the shrubbery in search of an other Nottingham Nature photograph.
Unfortunately, I slipped as I bent to get this not very good picture of a bee, and Hilda Hips cracked, and this left me with the resulting pain for the rest of the day and into the morning. Tsk! Walking became a painful chore.
Not a good start, Hilda Hips and Haemorrhoid Harold too, were both set-in to be with me for the rest of the day. Hey-ho, if it isn’t one it’s another one or two that take precedence other the other ailments.
Had great chinwag with 4th floor Bill en route. He’s led an exciting life, I love listening to his tales.
Dropped off on Upper Parliament Street. Walked passing six bus stops to the West Bridgford one, and it was closed due to the roadworks, walked back to find it now at the bus stop next to the one I had dropped off at. Hehe! The bus arrived in minutes and in no time I was in West Bridgford, walking to Sister Janes and using the mobile to call her and advise her of my imminent arrival.
I was greeted and given a large cup of tea. First things first I thought, and Pete fetched Fooey down, and a fuss was made. I fed him a tube of liquefied cat food he liked and had a chinwag with him.
Pete and Jane took some photographs of Fooey for me.
Pete had a bad cough on him. But they both looked fit.
Gave them their nibbles, seaweed, Marmite Cakes (Got told off about these, she does not like them, and I should have remembered that she had said this!), Block of Polish Cooked Pork, cat food and some other bits. I, being the Birthday Boy (Well, nearly, Hehe) I got an out of date tin of mints and an apple they stole from their neighbour’s tree that hangs over their garden. Hehe! Only joking, it wasn’t out of date at all. (I’ll be in trouble for saying this, now!).
Their garden looked in super form.
Had a wander around and Jane collected some figs from her tree.
They kindly took some pictures of me, in various places around their lawn. I hope to use them later for a TFZer Series with the gals and guys in the garden along with me. The idea being that I doctor a photo of a TFZer and put it alongside me in the graphic?
Look at the Reflux Valve sticking out. Tsk!
They posed for a few shots for me, bless them.
Jane found Albert and bravely held him long enough for me to take the shots. Albert was not a happy lad about this at all. But he did look straight at the camera for this photographicalisation, though.
Jane & Pete with Fooey outside their glazed patio doors.
Gawd, I love that cat.
They and I took a good few photographs, and I will put them all in a post on WordPress later.
Pete picked some good shots near his shed to take my picture. He raided next doors apple tree for me to have one.
Much laughter and memories were prompted during the visit. Jane kept getting me to nibble bits of her very high-class fodder. I think she liked the Polish Bacon I got for them.
I clandestinely took the midday medications. A terrific visit indeed and I felt a lot cheerier when I left.
The chin-wagging had to cease, as I was soon feeling a bit drained and weary, and Hilda Hip was giving me some hassled still. No Dizzies, mind today.
Pete walked to the bus stop with me, caught the bus, and he dropped off on Central Avenue. I’m a bit concerned about his coughing.
The sky over the City Centre looked very modern as I limped around it. Limped around the City Centre that is, not the sky. Haha!
The youngsters all seemed very happy and content in the water display come paddling pool, shame about the Pavement cyclists though.
I pottered around the stalls and rides looking for an individual photograph to take.
But walking in the crowds meant my having to sidestep and twist to get through without being walked or bumped into.
And this set Hilda Hip off again.
So, I took a shot of the beach and limped off to the bus stop on Queen Street for the L9.
Two Nottingham pavement Cyclists nearly had me over on the way up to the bus stop. Tsk!
I was soon back in the apartment and on the Porcelain Throne. After which, I doused Hilda Hips area and Arthur Itis’s knees and fingers with the Phorpain and applied the lower regions with Betamethasone, and took an extra Codeine with the evening medications. I bet I smelt a bit odd. Hehe!
I took the evening medications.
Feeling shattered now, but determined to get the photographs downloaded onto the computer ready to utilise in the morning. I sent an Email to Jane and Pete asking them if they would send the photos they took earlier to me ASAP so I could use those.
Got the fodder cooking. Garden peas in the saucepan with brown sugar, potato balls and mini-waffles in the oven, sliced the tomatoes and added balsamic vinegarette on them, beetroots on the plate, apple sliced and smoked BBQ sauce Mackerel all ready to add to it later. Banana and Lemon Fool out ready.
Doing this, I realised I could not find the apple that Pete stole for me from his next door neighbours tree? Searched around without finding it?
As luck had it, I found the fruit on top of the Hallway Radiator, much later; in fact the next day!
A blooming good job the heating wasn’t on, eh?
Pete sent the pictures via Email and the dinner was nearly cooked and ready. I turned down the heat in the oven and got the photos downloaded first.
When I went into the kitchen to sort the meal out, I got sidetracked again, this time by the wonderful view outside.
Then realised I’d not done the Health Checks either. So, sorted them out:
Sys 160, Dia 75, Pulse 75, Temp 32.7, pulse well down for a change.
Eventually I got around to serving up the not as hot as it should have been meal.
All out and on the tray ready, and guess what? Haemorrhoid Harold started bleeding, right out of the blue! At first I thought this warm wet feeling was from Trotsky Terence, but no, just crimson red blood to deal with.
Into the wet room and sorted things out. Humph, getting fed-up again now! Hehe!
Finally I got to the fodder and consumed it – and if only I could have got it while it was hot and not reheated, this might have been one of the best ever! For I enjoyed it all the same.
The nodding off started as soon as I got the TV on. However and notwithstanding, I stayed awake for the Malta v England farce. Sheer fatigue from the brave battling Maltese team allowed the scoreline of 4-0. England captain Jordan Henderson said after the game: “There are positives to come out of it but plenty of room to improve it as well.” Brilliant statement!
I facepalmed myself a few times throughout the match! Another Brilliant Statement!
After few minutes thought of what England can do to improve (humph!) I drifted off into a dream filled sleep.
6 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Friday 1st September 2017: Visited Jane Pete and Fooey, lots of photographicalisations taken!”
Fooey looks like a very sweet kitty! I take it the earlier health concern is less urgent now, or am I wrong?
They are still expecting the worst Sir. I think they have forced themselves to accept things how they are now.
An amazing cat is Fooey. So calm despite all of his ailment, never gets annoyed or ratty. Bless his heart. I mentioned your best wishes to them for him, Jane sends her thanks.
It’s good to see Fooey out. Great set of photos. Illegal pounds? Could be a weight loss program you know. Is that a real paddling pool the kids are piddling in or a fountain turned into a piddly paddly pool because it’s there? How long do they leave the beach up? Great sunset, and a hardy looking, well arranged plate of food.
They have made a new pound coin with serrated edges, the old smooth edge ones are being withdrawn. Now they have to change all the machines that take pound coins. Tsk!
The fountain turned into a piddly-paddling-pool, because it’s there, is the answer, Sir. The sign that told folk not to go into this water because it is deep, has been taken down for the time the beach is there apparently. The place will be finishing today, the last day. 3rd Sept.
As for the fodder, your tips on the peppers has prompted me to slice yellow peppers onto my spuds when I bake them nowadays. Very nice and not too hot for me.
I see you take a glass ro two with your chillies? Hehe! Great photographicalisations on yours today. TTFN
Ouch, falls are always bad news, good thing you didn’t break your hip. <3 Glad you got out for a nice visit 🙂
I hope to get back to see Fooey soon, gal.
Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyner and the wet windy weather permitting. (I don’t ask a lot do I? Hahaha!)