Friday 3rd November 2017
Shona: Chishanu 3 November 2017
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.
W
hich, 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!
Made a brew and did the Health Checks and took the medications. 
The Morrison man arrived, and what a picklement in finding room for the fodder and stuff I’d ordered.
Accifauxpas putting them away today.
I’m concerned that the fridge freezer may fall through the floor and down twelve stories to the lobby?
reckon.
had changed.
post it on the TFZer site and ask if the refuge lorries look the same in Australia, Canada and America
As I closed the window shut, I got a shower of rainwater over me, the camera and clothes. Humph!
The Porcelain Throne was needed, so I departed a little earlier than usual back to the flat and the wet room.
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 the fodder served up.
Washing up the pots and got the point of the steak knife down a fingernail. I’m getting pretty adept at doing this lately.
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.
Made a mug of tea and got the Health Checks done and medications taken.
from the tap? 
The sky looked dark and dank, and this was when I realised what time it was.
photo through the window.
Checked the Emails.
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!
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.
ed on and eventually got it semi-sorted. Used the shower to move the dirt and bits to one place to get them lifted.
Only the one lift was working again.
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.
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.
Out and through Trinity Square to the bus stop, as it worked out well I thought, only ten minutes and one would be due.
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.
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!
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.
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!
f the potato in a bowl, adding cheese and a few drops of Balsamic Sauce to it. 
Got the tatties and cheese out of the oven. Left the things to soak in the sink and delved into the feast.
Made a brew and did the Health Checks. Then took the medications. W 14.95 St
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.
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,
I’d forgotten all about the potatoes in the Crock-Pot and made some oven chips to have with the nosh.