0100hrs: Woke with a few vague memories of a dream. In a vast room, everything seemed azuline… desks, exams, test papers and angels floating about?
Nocturnal nibbling suspected, judging by the empty cheese nibble packets, lid off of the sweet jar and suspicious crumbs on my overweight wobbly belly. Cleaned things up and struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner to the porcelain throne. I was sure that the rumbling innards indicated a massive and urgent need for an evacuation – but no. Much wind and effort did not produce any movement.
Put the kettle on and did the Health Checks.
Medications were taken, a mug of tea poured and back to the computer to finish yesterday’s Inchcock Today and posted it off.
WordPress Reading and commenting next.
Then Email checks.
Then onto Facebooking.
Worked on CorelDraw and CorelPaint Graphicationalisastioning.
This is TFZer, Nancy, from America.
The innards called me off to utilise the Porcelain Throne.
Not good.
Back on the CorelDraw and created this TFZer graphic. Took me a few hours to get it anything as I wanted.
I got it posted and just hope it gets a few comments like and cheers folks up a bit.
Then I made one of myself in the flat as a zombie, vision, phantom, spectre, ghost or whatever you like to call it.
Just for the fun of it, I added text about my losing weight.
Which, is a little bit of a fib come naughty thing to claim when I posted it to Facebook.
Hehehe!
Got on with the ablutionalisationing session.
Rubbish to the chute and then off to the bus stop along Chestnut Walk.
The builders looked busy today.
Up to the request stop and met three or four other tenants awaiting the arrival of the buses.
Mary, Welsh William, Irene and Doreen were there on the seating. Many others joined us, making around fifteen or so of us. When the buses arrived together, only Mary and I got onto the City Bound one. We sat next to each other and Mary was in excellent communicative form.
Dropped off in town and visited the Wilko Store. I got bleach, cleaners and batteries. Paid and off to the Poundworld Shop. They didn’t have any screw-lid containers. Got some nibbles and raffle prizes though.
Oh, and some single-serving packs of Crunchy-Nut Cornflakes.
As I came out of Poundworld, I thought I was being attacked by pigeons for a moment… Hehe!
I think someone had dropped some food or crumbs?
They had a right fight with other to get at whatever it was.
I crossed over the road to go see if the Poundland Shop had any of the containers I wanted, in stock.
They didn’t either, so I got some cheapo ones to manage with. I hope they keep the biscuits fresh for me. I got some chocolate nut nibbles as well.
I came out and took this picture along Milton Street facing out of town.
There was a street performer, playing a squeezebox, poorly.
I thought about taking his photograph but decided this might be the situation: as he eyed me with a Godfather-like threatening glare. Better safe than sorry I thought!
Passing Clinton Street again, and I noticed the roadworks fencing had blocked easy access to many of the stores there.
I felt a little sad for the owners of these stores. They had antisocial behaviour, competition and shoplifters to cope with, without further hassle. Tsk!
Hobbled along Upper Parliament Street towards the L9 bus stop, and spotted and photographed the rear-end of one of the new buses on King Street. This is one of the £17m fleets of Scania double-deckers powered by a biogas produced from sewage and waste, via anaerobic digestion. But you probably already knew that; I had to look it up. Hehe!
This group of Nottinghamians with the terribly dirty-looking dog, passed by as I crossed over the road. Seconds later as the disappeared down King Street, I heard the dog barking and growling?
I spent a few minutes just stood on that corner looking around and growing more depressed as I did so. The many shops closed, the aggressiveness of pedal cyclists, motorists, no sign of any policemen, the generally sad expressions on the peoples’ faces. The looks from the younger folk, all angst, sneering and contempt ridden. Few smiles or laughter around.
I soon came out of my depressing reverie, as I turned to walk down to the bus stop, Hilda Hip gave me a jolt and brought me out of it alright! Hehe! So painful, I got the collapsible walking stick out. I hate it when I have to use this!
The Nottingham Street Art from yesterday had been cleaned up but replaced with some more today. What was out of the picture on the right, was disgusting! I didn’t mean to miss it off, but I am glad I missed it now.
The bus was late and had nowhere to pull in to pick anyone up and had to stop in the middle of the road. I went down thinking it would pull-up there, and it went to the top and parked. By the time I got strugglingly and limping back up the hill, luckily a chap had seen me and told the driver who waited for to get there, and I made it in time. I thanked the bloke.
Enroute, two tenants got on the bus, but did not see me and settled for a gossip between themselves for a while. Ethel and Mary, it was. (I think that’s their names, I get confused you know, Haha!).
Back at the complex and Mary and I went up in the lift, we cheerio’d each other, and I carried on up the 12th storey and straight into the wet room for a wee-wee. Like Dean Martin’s song, ‘Just in time’!
Took an extra painkiller with the medications. Health Checks were done and got the dinner cooking.
Drained again now, I got the Rumpole of the Baily DVD on, and my pendulous, droopy body into the recliner with a large mug of Clementine juice to sip on.
Fell asleep of course.
When I woke, I went to check on the nosh. Cut the boiled potato in half and topped them with cheese, into the oven to brown off a bit. Stayed awake for nearly a full episode of Rumpole.
Served up the nosh, added some Vegemite and Balsamic Vinegar Sauce to the potatoes and beans. The battered sausages were too much (Hard) for me to eat with the poorly teeth, so left them. The min pork pie I’d warmed a little, and this made it eatable with little pain. Overall, I gave this one a 7.5/10 rating. Shame about the sausage.
Back to the £300 second-hand recliner and dined well.
It grew dark quickly tonight, and rain was undoubtedly on the way. The view outside was almost Dickensianesque I thought?
Hippy Hilda had eased of a lot now, and I drifted off watching the DVD and dreamt away to my hearts content. No idea what about.
Woke to go to the Porcelain Throne, much bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, but no soreness much.
I fell asleep on the Throne. Woke up, what I believed was a few seconds later, to find it had been two hours. Tsk!
0310hrs: The grossly wobbly body regenerated into imitation life and waited a few moments for the brain to energise and join it.
I had to absquatulate the £300 second-hand recliner to go for a wee-wee. The innards still brewing as they had been all night, giving Reflux Roger the opportunity to provide me with much hassle. Although, of more concern was Duodenal Donald this morning, very sharp stabbing pains from him. On the bright side, the teeth were no bother, nor were they bleeding anymore. Hemorrhoid Harold only the tiniest drop or two. Anne Gyna and Hippy Hilda in a generous mood, too.
Made a brew and did the Health Checks and took the medications.
The emissions of wind from the lower regions persisted, I think that something is fermenting inside there in readiness to attack later. Hehe!
Turned everything off and rebooted, no good. Did it again after resetting the Virgin box, and it returned.
Got on with finishing off yesterday’s Inchcock Today. Checked the Calendar, Morrison Delivery twixt 0630 – 0730hrs, and the Social Hour today.
Off to the Porcelain Throne, apart from the evacuated product being rugby-ball shaped and reluctant, there was no bother.
Emails sorted. Then WordPress reading was done.
Did some Facebooking next. Facebook Froze!
The Morrison man arrived, and what a picklement in finding room for the fodder and stuff I’d ordered.
All this lot arrived and cost me only £41.99. (US$ 55.70).
And, no Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas putting them away today.
I may have got too many spuds in, though. Hehehe!
Still, they looked fresh so they might last a little longer.
I’m concerned that the fridge freezer may fall through the floor and down twelve stories to the lobby?
Got some fresh clementine juice instead of orange this week. Hope I like it.
I’d say I also overdone the cleaning materials I reckon.
Tsk!
After getting all the stuff away, including the 2X6 bags of Marmite Crisps, of which I already had nine packs in stock. What a Plonka I really am! I noticed how the weather had changed.
The mist had thickened and lowered.
When taking this picture hanging out of the window, and noticed the Bin Lorry in the Cul-de-sac in front of the flats, I thought I’d try a close-up of the truck and workers and post it on the TFZer site and ask if the refuge lorries look the same in Australia, Canada and America
It was a fair distance away, and this is as close as I could get and still keep the photo in some form of clarity.
As I closed the window shut, I got a shower of rainwater over me, the camera and clothes. Humph!
Limped into the wet room and dried me off.
Back on the computer to update this, and it was still very slow, stuttery.
Gave up with it and did the ablutions after checking the bag had the nibbles, Raffle Prizes and yoghourt pots in for Obergruppenfurheress Dean and Obergefreiteress Julie. They are so busy with all these upgrading problems, bless them.
Sorted out and took the bin bags to the rubbish chute.
Made sure I’d not left anything on that shouldn’t be and set out to the Windwood Huat and the Social Hour. Walked down with Mavis. Gave Wardens Deana and Julie their nibbles and treats. Into the main room and deposited the raffle Prizes on the tray.
Bill (William on Sundays sat opposite me, the woman from the Building Company (Moaning away) to my left. BJ arrived later and sat next to Bill. I took the nibble box around, and some of the residents (Three) actually spoke to me.
Bought my raffle tickets and gave them away. Did the crossword book. Bill and George helped me.
The Porcelain Throne was needed, so I departed a little earlier than usual back to the flat and the wet room.
Took this photo outside the hut, of the area between the blocks.
A fair bit of activity going on. The workmen had finished putting the climbers onto the walls of our building. You can see them clearly now on Woodthorpe Court sides in the second photograph I took.
Got in and up to the apartment post-haste and into the wet-room for what turned out to be only a winds releasing session and wee-wee. Hehe!
Checked the big spud in the Crock-Pot, t’was okay. Decided to have this potato sliced and put in the oven with s cheese slice on top of each portion. A tin of peas or beans and some smoked mackerel in BBQ sauce, surimi and perhaps a pickled egg?
Got the computer on and updated this rubbish.
Made a start on preparing some graphicalisationing on CorelDraw. One finalised and posted off.
Got the fodder served up.
Not too good on the teggies, (Cheesy boiled spuds) but flavoursome all the same.
The mackerel and surimi sticks tasted excellent!
Oh, and the Morrison 100% Clementine Juice was awesomesauce. Not so sweet as the orange one, bit of a tang to it.
Wee-wee, then I Fell asleep.
Medications taken, Health Checks were done. Temperature down, Weight up. (Tsk!)
Washing up the pots and got the point of the steak knife down a fingernail. I’m getting pretty adept at doing this lately.
Memory is hazy for the next few hours. I think all I did was nod-off and waking up.
0045hrs: Woke up convinced it was a much later hour than it was. Spent a few moments trying to recall the dreams I knew I had had, without any luck.
A pleasing smell permeated the room as I lay there pondering on whether to attempt to escape the clutched of the £300 second-hand recliner. Then it belatedly dawned on me… I had forgotten about the potatoes cooking yesterday and had I left the Crock-Pot on?
A fumbling painfull few minutes as I disentangled my elephantine frame from the chair, and panic began to attack… A spilt part mug of orange juice and stubbed toe later, I got into the kitchen to check.
Yes, I had left the Crock-Pot on from 0830hrs yesterday until now! That’s about sixteen hours I think. The water had evaporated down to the level of the top spud. Phew! Could have been worse. I put some Germolene on the fingers I’d caught on the lid. Turned off the machine and left it to cool down. I’d put some Maggi seasoning in the pot yesterday around 0800hrs. The mix smelt so morish this morning. I hope I can get rid of the marks on the side of the porcelain pot, they look set-in to me. Tsk!
Had a wee-wee. Started the computer.
Made a mug of tea and got the Health Checks done and medications taken.
No hot water. from the tap?
Whoopsiedangleplops infractions were starting early today. I’d left the faucet running in the wet-room after having my wee-wee!
Wot a Plonka! After all my recent ingeminating to try not to forget things, as well. I fear for my sanity.
Back to the computer, stubbed toe aching and Duodenal Donald kicking off, and forgot to take the tea with me. Finished off yesterdays post, then went to make another brew.
The sky looked dark and dank, and this was when I realised what time it was.
Still a beautiful view. The outline of the clouds and haziness of the moon.
I thought I heard a noise of something mechanic, grinding outside as I took this photo through the window.
So I opened it and took a look down. I could see nothing untoward. Even the resident’s vehicles looked to be parked up much straighter than usual. For some reason, while taking this photograph, (Possibly because Tim is an Ace photographer?) I remembered a ‘Song’ that Tim Price had written about my ailments and sent to me via the comments section: Here it is…
“Muted Man” “76 Deep Vein Thrombosis in the morning sun Followed by 110 capillaries right behind There were more than a thousand bleeds, spurting out indeed There were varicoses of ev’ry shape and kind.”
I thought this was so apt and funny. Cheered me up! Hehehe! Thanks, Tim.
Checked the Emails.
Sister Jane Emailed me a photograph of the last two of her Furries, Fooey and Alberto.
Asleep of course, bless them.
She’s having an x-ray on her neck next Tues 7th before the big toe op following Tues 14th.
WordPress reading was done next. By gum, that took hours today, so much good stuff out there.
Onto Facebook. Then a TFZer graphics.
Sandie, in her Halloween costume!
Then I spotted the boo-boo come I’d made on yesterdays graphics. I’d posted a version of the above graphic, but one of those I saved during the process and not the last one. I’d missed Sandie, who I made transparent to let the flowers show through. I did feel bad. Burke!
Blimey 0800hrs already! Where did the eight hours go from when I got up?
I’d better get the ablutions done, in plenty of time for me to catch the 0930hrs bus to town for the optician’s visit.
The wet-room was flooded! I didn’t notice when I went in earlier, cause only the slippers got wet. What a mess! I stripped off sharpish got the mop and bucket and foolishly the thick kitchen towels and dived back in to try and sort it. The drain was not working and would not until the shower was turned on. I used up both towels in seconds and no signs of benefit. The large bath mat was saturated, so I picked it up and tried to wring it in the sink – this only got more mess and bits floating about. I put it in a bucket and moved it out, beyond salvation that is now. Still, it only cost me £5.99 from Wilko so I can get another one today if I catch the bus on time that is.
The drain under the top was grime ridden and gunky. Got down to clean it and the cap. Had a visit from Dennis Dizzy as I got back up. Things were not good. But I pressed on and eventually got it semi-sorted. Used the shower to move the dirt and bits to one place to get them lifted.
Left everything as it was, checked the electrics, taps, lights heaters etc. were all okay, and had a stand-up wash and shot off to catch the bus.
Only the one lift was working again.
As I left the foyer, some scaffolding (I think) was being delivered.
I could hear the thudding and banging noises again, like yesterday.
The working lads had started to erect some vast metal frames and beams where the new flats are to be constructed between the two current 1962 built ones are.
Clunk, bang thud-thud!
Onward I hobbled, Dennis Dizzy now departed entirely, nice that.
Caught the City Bound bus along with a few others from the flats. It took a long while to get there, and the poor driveress had cope with roadworks on Mapperley Top and heavy traffic to-boot.
Dropped off the bus and made my way into the Wilko Store. After a long search, I found the bath rugs with the towels. No idea why, but I bought a cloth the same colour as well as the carpet thingy. This one was a lot dearer at £7. Some Duracell batteries (used for the BP machine and little clocks), Mould Mildew spray and Muscle Power spray all ended up in the basket with the towel and mat.
Out and over to the Victoria Centre (Mall).
I called into WHSmith to peruse their diaries. But for what they were, the prices put me off. Further along, a saw a retail outlet called Card Factory and went in there.
So glad I did now. I got this one on the right for just £1!
Tickled pink, I plodded on to the Tesco Store. Where I got some baked beans with vegetarian sausages, mackerel in sauce, cheese slices and vine tomatoes. More money is gone, Tsk!
Out and through Trinity Square to the bus stop, as it worked out well I thought, only ten minutes and one would be due.
I spotted this ‘Herbert’ at the ATM, he never got off of this bike, and even I could hear the tinny noise coming from his earpieces.
For a second I thought the sign read ‘Massage Sale’ But it was Massive Sale, so I calmed down. Hahaha!
At the bus stop, there is a bench with room for four, or three if one is my size to sit down on. But, this Nottingham Street Art put me off sitting, and I stood instead.
And Nottingham launches a bid to be named European Capital of Culture 2023. Still, it might just possibly get cleaned-up by then. Hehe!
I took this ‘Moody’ photographicalisation of the Council House Dome, with the Fothergill Watson designed building on the left of the clock (Little John).
The bus was over ten minutes late, but I half-expected that with all the bother on the route.
As it pulled away – I remembered the Optician Appointment! !!!
Plenty of time en route to enjoy my cruciverbalist tendencies. (See pic right) This word was given me to use by Sister Jane, she’s smart yer know!
Of course, she’s never finished a Daily Telegraph crossword, well all but one clue, like wot I dun when I was in ward D19 having the lasering treatment. (Swank, wriggles head. Hehe!) That was a fantastic time for me. I think it must have been the drugs, cause I’ve never got more than three or four answers in one before or since.
Got back to the flats eventually. Took this photograph through the end gate, it shows the metal things being put in place to build the new tenants flats.
I got into the apartment, put the bags down and checked out the wet-room first.
Phew! All looked okay. I put the cleaner and new mat it straight away. Not only was this rug costlier than the first one from Wilko, but it was also half the size of it. Grrr!
Got the kettle on. Did the Health Checks and made a cuppa.
Put the fodder away and got the oven warming up for the potato to go in later.
I got the new dairy out and compared it to the old one in use. I think I got a bargain there.
Got the computer on and updated this diary.
Got the potato in the oven and carried on with this.
Mashed and bashed the flesh of the potato in a bowl, adding cheese and a few drops of Balsamic Sauce to it.
Put it back in the husks and into the oven to brown it off.
Poor old thing, I ended up with the cramps in the fingers, and I stabbed my wrist with the fork. Haha!
Back to computing.
Got the tatties and cheese out of the oven. Left the things to soak in the sink and delved into the feast.
Canned mushy peas with vinegar, Polish Smoked Ham, and two delightfully cheesy potato halves.
Regrettably, although so delicious, the ultra-desirable skin tops cause havoc with the incisors, by the time I’d worked my way through this tastiest meal, blood had flowed down the chin, on my jammies, on my chest, on the plate, on the tray and much pain suffered. This problem, I put down to six things:
The INR Warfarin level being a little high
The broken and bad teeth
The over-tempting and tasty cheesy potatoes
The medical support letting me down with the tests and Dentist
Old age and insanity
And, my own stupidity
In a weird way, despite the hassle and agony, I enjoyed this so much.
I put the TV on, many suitable for me programmes were on the schedule (Old). Many to sleep through.
Had to dismount the £300 second-hand recliner to go to the Porcelain Throne. The session went bloody and afterwards, it took me a lot of time to stop Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding.
Then the rumbling innards started? On the way back to the chair, I stubbed my toe on the new spinning mop bucket that I had got out and used for hours earlier, to clear the flooded wet room floor. Humph!
When I got back on the recliner, sleep would not come, but the winds from within did. Tsk!
0145hrs: Woke, pandiculated gently and dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner. And off for a wee-wee. The grey-cells were seemingly operational.
Made a brew and did the Health Checks. Then took the medications. W 14.95 St
Cleaned the pots I’d left soaking in the bowl from last night.
The computer on and started to finish Monday’s Diary and posted it off.
Off for another wee-wee. Little Inchy’s Lesion and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were both doing well and no bleeding at all. Duodenal Donald was beginning to show signs of giving me some hassle, though.
Back to the computer, and had to revisit the wet room and Porcelain Throne. Things in this department were a little reluctant. I got carried away reading the Lenigrad State of Seige book as I waited for the evacuation to start. A fascinating chapter or two held my attention.
Back to the computerisationing and did the top graphic for this diary. Took a while, but I enjoyed doing it. Got it done at 0440hrs. Started this record of the day, up to here, then got yesterday’s onto Emails then WordPress Reading.
Facebooking next.
Time for the ablutions soon. Off I trotted (well, limped) to the wet room.
Teggies cleaned painfully. Had a delicate shower. Dried off and the medicalisationing started. Little Inchy’s Lesion Cortisoid cream carefully applied. Harold’s Haemorrhoids ‘H’ creamed, Olive oil in the ear-holes. The boil antisepticised. Arthur Itis affected areas and wrists pain gelled. The battle to get the socks on, accompanied with many Ohhs, Arghs and Eeurks, was eventually won. Checked I’d turned off the wall heater, not left any taps running, I’d turned off the water heater power and the light. Hard work all this keeping clean when you’re getting on a bit. Hehe!
Got the things ready for the trip to Arnold. Turned on the Crock-Pot potatoes. Checked taps, lights, plugs, had I got my hearing aids in, had I got the right spectacles on, bus pass and the card with me? All seemed good. So I sort out to the bus stop.
Only the one lift was working again. Daisy and hubby, then Welsh William got in on the way down. Lots of pointless banter flew back and forth, with the odd sarcastic laughs.
To the bus stop, and I wondered if the place had been evacuated and no one had told me, there were so many residents waiting.
Arrived in Arnold and the plan was; Into Asda to get the Stilton biscuits, milk and nibbles for the staff and residents, then back to the bus stop in time to catch the L9 bus back home. I had around 30 minutes to get this done. Of course, muggings here got sidetracked when I could not find the Stilton Biscuits and soon realised I’d ran out of time as I wandered around looking for substitutes. I ended up getting, Lemon disinfectant, bread thins, various nibbles, TV magazine for next week, crisps and biscuits. The bag was not heavy, but full.
So, I missed the bus, I had an hour to kill. I decided to take a stroll around the Front Street shops. Fatal for the bank balance and back-pain this was. Hehe!)
I nipped along and over the road and called into the Fulton Foods Store. I came out with a giant box of 240 Yorkshire tea bags, a substantial bottle of Sterilised milk at 69p, Chocolate Peanuts x2 £2, and Digestive Creams 3 for £1. Took the spare-bag out and split the things bought between them to balance the weight.
Wobbling a bit now with the bags, I limped along to the Iceland Store and had a perusal for some sliced Sourdough bread they used to sell. I didn’t find any but still came out with marshmallows, jelly babies and a bag of four large potatoes. Tsk!
Suddenly thought to check the time, and I had about 8 minutes to get to the bus stop, which was by now a reasonable distance away. Not wanting to miss another bus, I pressed myself painfully as fast as I could with the heavy bags to get to the bus stop. Within a minute or even less, the ailments let me know their displeasure at this sudden rushing about. Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald all kicked off. I arrived at the bus stop but wasn’t in good condition physically. Two minutes to spare before the bus came.
Daisy and hubby were there, and they said I didn’t look very well. We got onto the bus and when it arrived in Sherwood, Glenda, Welsh Bill, Roy and Matilda got on. Many laughs and comments of mirth were shared. Welsh Bill sat next to me and told me I looked very pale. That cheered me up. Haha! We had a laugh,
All off at the Winwood Flats, and they left me lagging behind again and made their way to the block. By the time I caught up, I was sure they would all have been long gone up the lift to their homes. But Daisy and her hubby were in the lift lobby. Only one lift was working still, and they could not get in the first one they said. We piled in when the lift eventually arrived. On the 3rd floor, it stopped, and two workmen with a trolley full of equipment wanted to get on, but obviously, there was no room for them. Then on the 5th floor, three workmen this time wanting access, but we denied them, with their whatever it was generator-like looking machine. The elevator stopped on the 6th floor, but nobody was there?
It transpires that the workmen are doing flats heating system, not by floor, but randomly and will naturally be using the elevators, or should I say elevator all day long.
Daisy and hubby got off at the 8th storey, and I got into my home on the 12th, feeling weary, drained and pained.
I was beyond doing anything productive then. Put the purchases way, checked on Little Inchy, Harold Haemorrhoids and had a wee-wee. Took the medications and did the Health-Checks.
I’d forgotten all about the potatoes in the Crock-Pot and made some oven chips to have with the nosh.
As tired and unwell as I felt, this meal went down well. I’m learning how to cook the chips, so they come out softer for the teeth nowadays.
Washed the pots and got settled in the chair to watch some TV… drifted off nd woke up at gone midnight. Knowing I had been dreaming, but not the foggiest idea what about.
