Wednesday 6th September 2017
Maltese: L-Erbgħa 6 ta ‘Settembru 2017
0325hrs: Woke up doing my best to recall anything about the dreams I just know I had been having, absolutely nothing came back to me. Tsk!
The sudden need of a Porcelain Throne visitation arrived. The £300 second-hand recliner was as wobbly as my belly as it shook and shuddered to allow me to struggle out of it to get to the wet room. The plates were tender, and both Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis showed their displeasure with me. Still, Duodenal Donald was very calm this morning. The Throne session was not friendly, and cleaning/freshening up was required afterwards.
The hands and fingers were doing well, mind. No Arthur Itis or Cramp Craig attentions.
Back to the Porcelain Throne, oh dear, twice already? However, things were far less messy on this occasion.
I spotted this whatever it is on the floor under the button panel? Any ideas, please?
My two Kippahs had dried well with the other stuff, but I did realise that I’d forgotten to take the towels down again! Humph. Clot!
Can you spot it? Alcofrolics!
Back up again on lift number two, and the blob of whatever on the floor, seemed to be glowing now? Tricky to tell mind, cause the lights in the elevator had started flickering and flashing again. Hehe!
Had a wee-wee and into the kitchen and got some fresh garden peas podded and placed in the crockpot with a large potato and seasoned with the Polish All Purpose seasoning ready to start cooking later.
Got the yesterday dairy finished and posted off.
Emails checked, then WordPress Reading done.
Onto Facebook next.
Then got the ablutions tended to… the razor cuts bleeding took a bit of stopping. Little
Finally all sorted out, I took the bag and box of
As I turned down onto Winchester Street
Got over to the pavement and took this photograph of the flats I’d just left.
Over the road and down to the Polish Delicatessen and bought a sliced loaf and
I noticed that the closed-down takeaway on the corner near the traffic lights had lost another letter from those that precariously remain above the shop. Haha!
This seemed to me, to be a failed business before it even got built.
Bearing in mind the amount of abandoned retail units there already are within yards of this new one? Why anyone would open a takeaway or restaurant business with so many bankrupted and closed-down ones already evident, plus there being at least eleven still operating within a third-of-a-mile on the same road, I don’t know?
As I made my way up the hill, this Herbert of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist gave me a rum look when he saw me with the camera, and eventually got himself back onto the road. Not until he nearly ran into a woman with a pram!
Popped into the Bird’s cake shop and got a fresh cream iced bun. (It had to happen, my weakening after so long, Huh!)
Then, I called at the Co-op store and got some tomatoes, mushrooms and TV paper. Then into
The last thing that I need, as I have bought about four this last August? Going Bonkers?
Up to the bus stop and three of our residents were there in the shelter. Little Annie, from Gordieland, a right, real character she is. About 4’10”, thin as a rake and brave as anyone I know. I like her, and we had a great laugh on the way back up the hill. Even the driver of the bus joined in the ribaldry! Hehe!
Back at the apartment, just in time too, cause Trotsky Terence started off again. Cleaned up afterwards and into the kitchen to get the fodder away and meal started off.
About two miles away there was more of the mystery white smoke billowing up.
Not the slightest idea what had or was causing it? Annoying that!
Soon had the meal sorted and served up on Lizzie’s plate.
After eating it, I fell asleep with the tray and remnant of the fodder, still on my knee. Of course, when I woke up after dreaming something about my becoming a Councillor for the Samaritans? – The food was spread over my bulging stomach the chair and the carpet, the tray had managed to lodge itself down the narrow gap between the seats. A right performance it was retrieving it and clearing up then trying to get back up again on my feet! Thought I was doing well with the Whoopsiedangleplops as well. Grumph!
Took the medications and did the Health Checks, had a rinse and got settled to watch some DVD episodes of the ‘Hussle Series one’. Did very well staying awake for two whole episodes.
Drifted into and out of sleep for an hour or two, before needing the Porcelain Throne again.
Great zoom-in photos of the smoke. Looks quite serious. To tell you the truth, it looks like you had a wee wee in the crock pot with the pees. Lots of good photos today, and a very full plate of food.
Thanks, Tim.
I never did find out what caused the smoke. Tsk!
Funny you should say that about the Crock-Pot, cause I thought the same when I took the picture. That or a fish aquarium without fish. Haha!
Took me hours to get the photographicalisations ready to use. I’m going to give the Lumix (For Sunday) a rest and charge up the old Sony to give it an airing.
TTFN
Seems like the shopping areas of Sherwood are in a major recession. :/ Got in a lot of pics on your wander about <3
It is so sad, Corin. And the crime rate is now the second top area in Nottingham. Oh, dearie me.
I did get a bit carried away with the clicking on the camera. Hehe!
Taketh care. Cheers. XXX
No worries, I enjoy your photographs, edited or not 😉 It is sad that the local crime rate is so high, perhaps this is what’s causing the economic recession in Sherwood. I work at my local Walmart & we have quite a problem with shoplifters, especially at night (when I’m there) as we are now the only store (other than a few gas stations) that are open 24 hours a day. All the other Walmarts throughout the Memphis area are closing at night now.
Well, fancy that, gal. Our Asda stores (Bought out by Walmart a few years ago), used to have around four 24-hour-trading stores in Nottingham, now they have just one, in West Bridgford. The others close at 2200hrs, I think. Apart from the Arnold one, that is 0700 – 2300hrs during the week.
I don’t blame them for closing at night, with all the hassle this can bring from the dishonest, alcoholics and druggies.
Many years ago, when I was assistant Manager at the Tesco store, we had a problem with shoplifters, one of the incidents was actually humorous. I wrote about it on my blog a few years ago, and since I have met someone who was actually there and can remember it. I’ll see if I can find it and update it with her comments added.
Do you have the touch-card system on the tills over there?
TTFN flower.
XXX ❤