Wednesday 31st January 2018
Azerbaijani: Çərşənbə, 31 Yanvar 2018
0030hrs: I stirred into pretend life. Again with the feeling, I’d been having terrible dreams, but no actual memories. No scribbled notes found either. I do hate it when this happens!
Thoughts seemed far less confused than of late in the grey-cells area. But, this was to change in milliseconds. My maniaphobia was tested for a second or two, as the brain joined the body in semi-unison, and the fears and worries returned, with ideas that the anecdota rumbling around in the head was going to turn out to be a disaster. The mess they will make in the kitchen when they move the new radiator? The Nottingham City Homes people that Jenny has arranged for me are coming to help me and sort out the alarm? Why was Anne Gyna not giving me so much bother this morning? Will Inchies Lesion ever heal up? When will the next Whoopsiedangleplop or Accifauxpa attack come? Why am I fretting about these things? Do I fear to be sane?…
I fidgeted in the
To the kitchen and got the Health Checks were done. Made a brew and took the medications.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy session. More cleaning up and medicalisationing. Tsk!
I took this picture through the kitchen window. It did nothing for me, other than to prompt the brain into, wild, varied unsuitable, depressing mind-wanderings and to adopt the pathetic self-pity-loathing mode.
On the computer. Loaded and sorted the pictures to use in yesterdays and today’s blogs. Got the Monday… no, Tuesday diary, finished off. Then started on this off.
WordPress Reading and the Comment responses were done.
0310hrs: Made a mug of tea. Then onto CorelDraw to do some more page top graphics so I can get some drafts made up in advance.
0445hrs: Got them done, now to start making the layouts up.
0529hrs: Got the draft, drafts, (I think that’s right?) done.
This started the old brain pondering away. It’s no surprise that the medics can’t control my Warfarin INR level is it. Haemorrhoid Harold and Inchies Lesion pour blood so regularly, although, to varying degrees, the occasional nose bleeds don’t help. Still, mustn’t complain, I’m still here yet. Count my blessings I thought. It didn’t take long. Hehehe!
I went on a rare or no longer used words search for an hour or so, I got a few to use.
Took this photo out of the window, and while I was doing this, a loud bang came from behind me. Fritted me! Never found out what it was though.
Most annoying and frustrating. I did not have my hearing aids in and heard it clearly?
Did the ablutions, did the midday medicationalising and off out to the Obergruppenfurer Warden Julie (No signs of Warden Deana, on holiday I imagine, or working as cover at another complex… or poorly, but I hope not the last one.) in the shed.
Met several other residents there, and a few laughs, insults (Welsh Bill was there!) and tale-telling took place. Bill suggested I try TK Max to look for a jacket come coat, told me gents stuff in the basement. Someone else said to try Primark, May added the American Shop sometimes have things like this in and they had a sale on! So, that was three stores for me to try to get long sleeves shirts and a jacket from.
We went out to catch the bus. A natter en route with May and Margaret and hubbies.
As I came out and made my way towards the TK shop, a chance presented itself when the sun came out, for a ‘Moody’ photograph. Not too bad.
Into the TK Max place and down into the basement. It was all ladies and kids clothing down there. (Thanks, Bill! Huh!) Back up to the ground floor, then up to the top storey. Where I found a lot of youths clothing on many racks; All in a mess having been mauled by Nottingham Shoplifters and perhaps a few customers as well? Hehe!
Nothing whatever that fitted, appealed or interested me.
Not such a good one this time.
The rain threatened to come again, so I made my way to the L9 bus shelter to keep dry. It did not arrive (The raining).
But failed miserably with this one. Tsk!
The bus arrived a little late, which is normal for this time of day. I gave the driver a nibble bar to cheer him up, he looked a little under stress to me. Bless him.
Finished a crossword on the way back on the bus. Smug Mode adopted, Hehe!
Hope the rain keeps off for them, it’s looking likely to come anytime again now, getting very murky looking.
Got in and assembled the comestibles for lunch… well, I put the beans in the saucepan on a low light.
Feeling drained and weary, I updated this post to here.
Washed the dishes and accoutrements.
I seemed to be extra-tired, extra early tonight, well, this afternoon. Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Incapable of doing anything constructive, I settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, expecting the Strobe Alarm to activate or a telephone call to come in and disturb me. But they didn’t.
The Morrison delivery, laundry to do, the Strobe-Pillow Alarm being tended to… no, that’s Friday. Tomorrow is the men moving the radiator from the drawer in the kitchen, or the other way around is it… so tired now, but sleep would not come. I turned on the TV, and that did the trick… Zzzz!
You photos have a especially cold look to them today. It could be the beans trying to turn you into a vampire. The bloody vampire beans and pork knuckle look like they were quite good.
The Nottinghamians were not a happy lot today Tim, gloomy, sour and a depressed shower they were. Hehe!
You’re right about the bean nosh. It was excellent taste-wise. I’m a tad concerned at my enjoying eating the blood so much? Hahaha!
Your clever moon photography was amazing!
TTFN
That first one is a great moody photo 📷
Hmm…I generally make my own baked beans as it’s the only way I can eat them. I hadn’t thought about curryfying them though. Good idea 🙂 😃 thank you.
My favourite recipe was given me by Patti in Orlando, bless her.
Mustard, curry powder, soy or Wine vinegar and sultanas or raisins, Tracey.
Lubbly-jubbly as someone on TV used to say?
TTFN petal, oh, the alarm just left, and the electrician arrived now to move the heater.
TTFNski. XXX
Hilarious graphic! I burst out laughing as soon as I opened this post! Great photos, as well!
Cheers, Sir Buff.
Take care.