Of Course, they are lying on both counts!
Friday 12th December 2018
0240hrs: Woke, while remembering a dream about being chased through sewers the brain informed me that I was thirsty yet again. I reached for the mug of orange juice on the Ottoman near the £300 second-hand recliner, only to find it was bone dry. So, I gingerly manipulated the body mass free of the chair and put the empty giant mug in the bowl to soak and made a small cup of Yorkshire tea.
Got the computer started, took the medications, then did the Health Checks. All the results looked okay to me. A bit up and downish though, this week.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Messy, very messy!
Downloaded the photographs to use on yesterdays and this post. Did this one up to here, and updated the Thursday codswallop, and got it posted off.
At last, I got around to responding to the WordPress comments. Then I did some WordPress Reading. On to Facebook catching up.
Ablutions tended to. Put the radio on while shaving and Bad News Flowed. I heard that the Nottingham Trams were not running due to an armed robbery incident on the route.
The Nottingham Train Station was evacuated after the fire broke out at around 6.25am. Nottinghamshire Fire and Rescue Service say that 60 firefighters from eight stations are at the scene. The Station is closed, with no trains arriving or departing, and is set to remain shut all day. Oh, dear, and they just paid £50m to upgrade this too!
Roads around the station have either been closed off or are very congested.
Nottingham City Transport is not serving any stops at the station or at Arkwright Street.
Various roads closed off for the investigation by the police; this news was followed with: Nottingham Railway Station has twenty fire-engines in attendance at a fire that apparently started in the toilets on the concourse. No trains and no trams today; This was followed by reports of Traffic mayhem, and we must check before we attend any hospital appointments today, due to staff being unable to get into work.
I checked on the weather I was about to go out into. Tsk!
Spruced up, I took a recycling bag to the chute on the way out.
I thought it might be a bit of fun if I took the camera and went up to Nottingham Castle to get some shots of the Station Fire if I could. So I did.
Outside and took a couple of photographicalisations around the block of flats.
Got to the bus stop and had a chinwag with some others there, Frank and Welsh Bill both in the sarcastic, insulting mood, and we had a laugh or two.
Had a go at the crossword book en route into town.
Made my way straight to Robin Hood’s Maid Marion Castle. I got a bit of a shock when I went into the little shop to use my Pensioner’s card to gain entry.
Yep, £6 to get in. I fumbled and found the one twenty-pound-note I had left, put on confident, nonchalant smirk-come-smile and cried inside, and paid the nice-lady. Hehe! She said I could use the ticket again if I want to gain entry, but it had to be used before March. I was not sure I’d be up to wanting to go there in freezing February?
Paid my respects at the War Memorial. Ten minutes or later got a sensation from lower 
regions. Embarrassed, I went into to some trees and had a feel around. Just a little bleeding from Little Inchy, but nothing to fret over… I thought.
Then at the Victorian Bandstand, I took a photo of the castle from the low area.
I struggled up the incline to the Eas-West wall and hoped to get a photo of the station and maybe a little smoke or fire engine or two. But no luck, wrong position and a little misty. I thought I’d plod on m
y way up to the top level to try there. By the time I get there, the mist might have cleared by then.
But, iI did take this of the old cave houses that Nottinghamian Proletariat folk did live in, many years ago. The brick building was built in 1895, much modernised since.
A bit of a steep walk up the path to the old stone inner moat bridge.
Where I came across this whatever it is? Plainly very old and weather worn, a bit like me really. Haha! I can’t recall seeing this before on any of my many previous visits. I spent a while recalling my meeting a girl who worked at the Wimpey Bar on what was then Gramby Street (I think) before they changed the name to Maid Marion Way.
Be about 1963/4 I reckon.
Over the bridge and left, looked at the steps that needed climbing, took a breath and pressed on up to the top in one go. (Head shakes with pride mode adopted!) When I got to the top of the concrete, there were two animals straight in front of me, a squirrel and a magpie on the small lawn. I carefully got the camera out as I took the last two steps… and tripped. Flash, whoosh, they were gone! Humph!
To the wall and the entrance to Mortimer’s Hole. Mortimer History ← Click here.
Of course, there would be trips down this time of year during the week.
This brought back memories of long ago and got me a little excited.
I went to the uniform gallery, and that was locked up. Then to the History Museum and 
that was also closed.
As I turned the corner to go back around and down to the lower level, there came the wet, damp sensation from the lower regions. This time there was no need to check. Good job I had the safety pants on, I think I must have had a message from the EQ that made me wear them today? I carried on down and out, to catch the bus back so I could clean up, use the Daktacort cream and sorts things with Little Inchy. Darnations! just paid £6 for this visit too! Huh!
Luckily I did not have long to wait for a bus as good fortune had it arrive within three minutes of my getting to the terminus stop. A most uncomfortable ride home. I thought things had settled and the bleeding might have stopped on its own; as I fidgetted in the seat.
The compound was abuzz with activity as I walked back from the bus to the flat.
Hastened into the wet room to sort out things. Well pleased with how the pad-pants protected me this time. Far less mess and hassle to clean things up. Put the unwanted items in a blue bag, sealed it, had a shower then took the blue back to the proper bin. Returned to the flat, changing into fresh 
trousers and fell over when I got my leg caught in pulling them up. What a state I was in. Hit my shoulder on the way down and banged my elbow on the way up. No, hang on, that was the other way around. Hahaha!
Took the belated midday medications and did the Health Checks.
Got the computer on and had a couple of hours and a bit updating this post.
Nosh sorted. A simple affair, curried beans, tomatoes, sliced apple, potato chips, Scottish Plain Bread and pork knuckle followed by a lemon mousse.
Did the pots and drank more Clementine juice and made another mug of tea.
Health Checks and medications tended to.
Settled in the messy, untidy room to watch TV. Unhappy with the mess around me, but aware that they will be returning to knock out the balcony and fit a new one, also to sort out the radiator drawer and cupboard door blocking and making more mess.
Started to watch a Law & Order episode and lasted only up until the first set of commercials, the nodded off.
A scary dream woke me. In it, just about everyone I’ve ever known, and film characters, singers etc. were chasing me, in underground tunnels. “Shouting “You’ve got to go youth!” repeatedly. Where to I didn’t know, just felt I did not want to go wherever it was. We were suddenly on a ship, below deck, (Me still being pursued on foot) a cruise liner type, but it was scruffy, for there were portholes in the passageway… I was ejected out of one of these openings and recall thinking as they hacked off bits of my torso to get me to go through the window, “Well, at least I lost weight before I died”. Down into the cold ocean water… something else happened I’m not clear on, and then, I was in a barred cage with penguin looking angels approaching. They were most annoyed telling me they did not want me here, there were not enough pilchards to feed me… and I was back, body-parts reattached and being chased in the underground tunnels, by all and sundry?
I got the torch and scribbled notes of this dream. So glad I did now, cause the memory of it was very vague in the morning when I updated this blog.
I spent a few second trying to work out what could have prompted this episode. Not that it mattered, and was soon off into the land of nod again.
ession. Not that it concerned me overly, what with Arthur Itis, Hippy Hilda and the other ailments being so kind to me.
No signs of any workmen down below yet?
The site was buzzing with busy people by now.
Scottish Plain bread smoked sliced belly pork sandwiches, mini-tomatoes with balsamic vinegarette, sliced apple (Without cutting any fingers!), potato chip sticks, sugar snap peas, BBQ lentils, red onions, two miniature pork and pickle pies. A case of the eyes being more prominent than the belly again, and I left some of it uneaten. But enjoyed it. 
I woke up in the early hours, wanting, no, almost needing a drink. The mug of clementine juice was empty, so I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and went to refill it. Signs of nocturnal nibbling and possible somnambulation were spotted. A tub of chocolate nibbles had the lid off of it? – The cold tap was gently running? – A cupboard door was left open? Most mysteriously to me, my fingerless gloves were on top of a lidded saucepan on the stove?
0145hrs: Seemed to shoot awake and found myself looking around the room for an old lady who had been in my dream, and blimey, it felt so real.
Another poster was on the wall, from Jenny. (Busy gal!) informs us of a possible sneak thief in our midst!
Last of the posters, might seem inconsequential compared to the other two. But, it is kind of Jenny to remind us of this availability on a Saturday, and for opening it up for our use if wanted. Personally with the buses on a Saturday being only every two hours, and a total of four, if I go out on a Saturday, I tend to get confused and often miss the bus back.
Up to the flat. Took this photograph out through the window.
Got the clothes folded and packed into the bag. 
Naughty Tenants!
Teggies done, then shaved. A Jolly nice shower was taken. Medicated the areas in need and got the rubbish bags to the and down
Walked, getting wetter as I plodded on, to Asda (Walmart). First I went into their clothing section, and believe it or not, every hat they had was too small for me!
I was about to get the fodder unloaded as one of the Willmott-Brown external platforms came up passing the kitchen window. Although I didn’t catch them by the time I got the camera out, there were three women workers on it. That could be awkward if they found any bloke stripping off in his bedroom? Hehe!
Took the hearing aids out and noticed they needed a little TLC.
Putting the things back in the medical drawer and shook it a bit, and the Enoxaparin needle fell off of the top and shattered. As I recall now, I might have muttered something like “Well, fancy that!” at the time.
Took this photo of the rather beautiful sky.
Which was not a good idea as it turned out. Cause I got the pointed end of the steak knife stuck down a fingernail while drying the pots! Still, it brought the mind back to reality. Haha! It also made me realise I had not done the Health Checks nor taken the medications, so I belatedly did so.
Took the medications.
Flipping cold in here this morning, I put the fingerless gloves on, and a thicker bob-cap.
It took me over six hours to get the Monday post done and posted. Phew!
Made a brew and did a TFZer graphic, A Mystery Photograph Quiz. Asking the TFZers if anyone can tell me what was going on here? Haha!
A quick look out of the window before departing revealed a frostiness of immense magnitude.
evacuating? Tsk! Just a thought.
The frozen-solid leaves on Chestnut Walk gave off a warning for me to take care in the limp down the hill into Sherwood.
Down onto Mansfield Road, up the hill an down through Carrington.
Along and passing the Clarendon College, as was when I attended night classes for the Elementary and Associate Member of the Grocers Institute. It’s amalgamated with other places of learning and is now called Nottingham College. I had no education at school and left at 14 years-of-age. I learnt how to survive bullies and when to duck, that was about all. I got sidetracked there, sorry.
Up to the pelican lights and crossed over the road. Much to the displeasure of a Yuppy type looking fellow in a BMW, who was not in the least bit pleased at having to stop his dark blue car at all, to let me over the road.
I pressed on up the hill.
Down Forest Road East and Coalville Street to the Guinness Trust cleverly name Coalville Court, Home for the elderly.
Mind you, if like Welsh Bill the electricity charges double with the new radiators, and Herbert keeps on with his noises above but, knowing my luck there will be none-available then.
Arboretum via the side entrance for a change. 
Canton during the Anglo-Chinese war (Opium War) of 1857-61. Two of the cannon were captured at Sebastopol.
No chance of my walking to town now. I waited for and got on a Tram. I dislike using these nowadays. You have to remember to swipe your Pensioners Free Bus-Pass before getting on and will get put off if any checkers get on to find you have forgotten to swipe the card. They are filthy inside: food dropped on the floor, clients giving abuse to each other, loud music: drugs being smoked (I think judging by the smell the roll-up was giving off?). 90% of the passengers on their mobile phones, almost shouting at whoever is on the other end. And, there were no seats free! Peoples Boeotian nature comes out when there is no conductor on the trams. Add all this to my having the weight of the worm pellets and birdseed to carry with me. I am a right Shmendrik!
Made my way to the Poundland shop on Fletchergate. To see if they had Chocolate almonds, misshapes of chocolate brazils or Pork Pies on sale. They hadn’t.
Dropped off the bus and to the hut. I indeed fell asleep in the Obergruppenfurheress’s Social Shed!
I did a quick look around to see what needed sorting.
Only the disappointing chips needed any heating up.
I made up the medication dosage pots and made a tasty mug of Co-op 99 tea. That went cold when the rumbling and grumbling started again. So, back to the Porcelain Throne. A more protracted session this time, I got through a whole chapter of the Lenigrad book before anything moved, and when it did so, rock solid surrounded by coloured water? I hope this will not prove nocive to my health, I don’t want or need any other new ailments at the moment to cope with. Hehe! However, on the bright side, I saw no blood.
Took two photographs out of the kitchen window.
pavements will be a bit slippery.
I made a third cup of tea, Extra-strong Old English Breakfast this time, in the tiny mug.
Went to make another mug of tea and took this photograph of the dank-weather and bare open balconies outside.
Made a post 
I ate most of it, but fighting against falling asleep spoilt the flavour a bit.
Washing afterwards, I caught the sight of my pilgarlic head and face in the shaving mirror reflected back in the brightness with frightening clarity! Shudder!
I went on the WordPress Reader, not having time yesterday with being without the Scrumdifferous Richard Rich, Robbing Branson’s Virgin Media Internet due to its going down again, I anticipate a lot of reading to do.
0620hrs: Went to make another brew of tea.
Caught the bus to town with Mary. Then:
Hobbled up Exchange Walk.
I walked around King Street and onto Queen Street and to the bus stop for the L9.
Pressed on updating this script again, then went into the kitchen to get the fodder sorted. But I had not turned on the oven to cook the potato-balls. Not that it mattered that much – cause I’d also forgot to put the potatoes in the oven!
The meal turned out to be a disaster for many reasons.