Tuesday 5th September 2017
Swedish: Tisdagen den 5 September 2017
0400hrs: Stirred in a loose form of life (Not much sleep at all), and immediately I’d dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and got the light on, signs of nocturnal nibbling were found. Got the had hoover and removed the crumbs from the chair and carpet. (Naughty Inchcock!)
To the Porcelain Throne, a much easier and more successful session this morning cheered me up a bit this did.
Health Checks results: Sys 153 Dia 74 Pulse 76 Temp 34.0 Weight 14.88
Took the medications with a mug of nice healthy strong Thompson’s tea.
Consulted the Google Diary and made sure it matched with the written diary for this week up to now.
Today, the Morrisons Delivery is due twixt 0600 > 0700hrs, and the INR Blood Test at the surgery for 1000hrs.
Started to update and finish yesterday’s diary. While doing this, I heard a dog barking, although I didn’t recognise what it was at first, until I looked down outside and took a photograph of a man walking his dog. Early risers, then.
Early risers, then. The man was under the trees, but the dog could be seen behind the parked cars as they passed by, the owned was hidden in under the tree branches. Loud bark this dog had if I heard him on the twelfth floor?
I felt a bit sorry for the end legally parked car on the left, getting almost corralled in by the two illegally parked ones.
I got medication pots done and back in the drawer. Made a note remember to ask the nurse for a prescription for some extra Codeine 60g and Omeprazole.
I also hoped that Nurse Nichole would be on duty this time.
As the rain started coming down, I made up a nibble bag and pressie for Nichole.
The Morrison chappie arrived with the fodder.
I sorted it out, and the fridge and in particular the freezer, are now brimming full again.
Got on with the ablutionalisational activities, then got everything needed in the bag, nibbles for Nurse Nichole, nibbles for the others, hat, umbrella, crossword book and bus pass. Decided I had to wear a coat today to repel the weather, so swapped everything from the shirt pockets to the deep coat pockets. Got the coat on (mistake this) and checked the lights, taps etc. in the flat, and took the bin bags with me to drop in the chute and a box of recyclable stuff to take down and leave at the caretaker’s door. Which I did, as I left the premises.
The rain was persistent, as was evident by the deep puddles.
There were very few workmen on site this morning, again.
I can’t blame them, with this weather.
Walking on towards the end of the road I came across a few traffic cones had been mangled since yesterday?.
No people about this location.
As I passed the Winchest Courts, a van drew up so something might be done today, like work of the flats? Hehe!
I turned back to take this photo on the right of the chaps braving the rain.
Down Winchester Street Hill, struggling with the bag and umbrella a bit most of the way, and had to keep changing hands, as Arthur Itis and Craig Camps were starting to dislike the weather perhaps?
Onto Mansfield Road and left up to the hill.
Taking my time, as I had 30 minutes before the appointment for the INR blood test over the crest in Carrington.
And the plates had started giving me grief now as well. Tsk!
On the brow of the hill, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came a touch close to my shoulders as he sped by me.
He did not enamour himself to the chap at the bus stop either. I think a few well-chosen words were exchanged.
Got into the surgery and a new receptionist was on duty. A nice pleasant looking plump young thing. But she did not speak very loudly but was very nice. (Give them time to work on her though, and she might end up an excellent Cutting remark and Look down a nose at patients graded, just like the others).
I forgot all about asking them for a prescription and to book a flu-jab date. Tsk!
I took my seat and got the crossword book out, Then the good arrived. It was Nurse Nichole who came out to collect me. I was tickled pink. She soon had me done, a quick chinwag and I was off and gone.
Over the road and passed by the Chemists forgetting this time to check on the date to collect the prescriptions. Fool!
I wandered down to see if the Lidl Store had been reopened yet. No, they were still working on it. No shelving erected yet, so it looks like being a good while yet.
I caught a bus back into Sherwood. When I dropped off, the rain seemed to be easing off.
I had to look at my mobile phone to get the time from it, but the battery had died! A message flashed up momentarily telling me the battery was critically low, then the thing closed down on its own. For some reason, I suddenly remembered it is the yahrzeit of Annie from the flats, and I felt a little down, but good memories came to me of her. Bless her.
I stood and waited for the time to come round on the nearest bus timetable display. There were forty minutes before a bus would arrive to get me back up the hill to the flats. So I did a tour of the second-hand Charity shops, to see if they had any narrow at the top cups or mugs and a lightweight coat with plenty of pockets for sale. I went into the Sue Ryer shop first. As I was looking at clothing and tried on a jacket, to find it was far too small, I checked out the pockets and found a 50p coin inside. Plodded around to view the kitchen wear section and found a nice sized cup and bought it, giving the lady the fifty pence piece I’d discovered and told her where I found it.
Then over the road and into the Mind Charity shop, but they had nowt of interest to me. Then up to the Oxfam, noting there and then the Nottingham Hospice Shop. Here I spotted a World of Clarkson – For Crying Out Load motoring book. I do not like this millionaire man in the least, but give him his due, his cutting wit I do find worthy, and bought the book.
As I moved up the hill to the bus stop, another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist crossed over Hall Street, coming too close for comfort to a lady. The Git! He had a full face helmet on though?
Peggy from the flats with her neighbour bloke was at the stop when I arrived. We had a jolly good nattering, and laughter session before the bus arrived and continued on the bus after it came.
Peggy got a move on her way to the flats but had to stop for breath a couple of times. I caught her up and stayed with her each time.
We arrived at the foyer together and up in the lift had a laugh about things in general. Mostly the fact that we were both in need of our wet room Porcelain Thrones, Hehe! As she got off on the floor below mine, she suggested I do not wee-wee myself, and departed chuckling away to herself.
I got in and utilised the Porcelain first thing.
Washed and used the new cup/mug for a brew of tea.
Got the Crock-Pot going with a potato and garden peas in it, ready for later.
Cleaned the kitchen floor.
Then, I got the computer on to update this diary. During which, I got a message from the Grammarly Editor:
I had to look up Parallelism: The use of successive verbal constructions in poetry or prose which correspond in grammatical structure. Erm…? My lack of primary education coming to the fore here! Can anyone explain in simple terms, please, what I did wrong?
The rain stopped, and the smell and view outside were fantastic.
Got the oven warming up. Did some Facebooking, better late than never. Then some WordPress reading.
Got the potatoes letters in the oven.
Computer off. Perused the TV magazine, rather pointless really; cause I’m only going to have nod-offing-periods.
Got nosh prepared. Did a lot of messy work on this one. Sliced a boiled potato and added Soy sauce on them, fresh garden peas, the last bit of pork ribs, tomatoes with balsamic vinegar dressing, sliced apple, pork loin and oven cooked potato letters. Added a seaweed stick and had lemon curd yoghourt and a lemon mousse. I forgot the yellow peppers but can have them tomorrow all being well.
Washed the pots and cleared up – a nice change from falling alseep and having to do this in the morning. Had a visit to the Porcelain Throne and took the medications and Health Checks done. Sys 161 Dia 72 Pulse 80 Temp 34.1, all looks good to me.
I settled to watch some TV and nodded off of course, and seemed to have dreams every time I did? But could I remember them? No! Tsk!