Friday 23rd February 2018

Philipino: Biyernes Pebrero 23, 2018

0100hrs: I woke, as I  must have done twenty-times since nodding off, and sat musing. Well, fretting and pondering as well. Deep dark thoughts were trundling through the grey-cell area. I decided I do not suffer from thanatophobia, but now I do from
oneirophobia, following last nights harrowing selection of fears and worries contained within the many dreams and nightmares that I’d had.

A touch of basic logicality dawned, and I decided to get the second laundry session of the week done. Automotonlike, I arose from the £300 second-hand recliner, noticing the food tray on the next chair, and multiple signs of nocturnal nibbling.

Like it was someone else doing it, I plodded on slowly and unhesitatingly assembled the bag of clothing and made my way down to the laundry room. Vacant of any thoughts other than the need to get the washing done? I got the washer going, and as I was in the lift returning to the apartment, the head was flooded with all the usual worries, fears, concerns and lack of confidence. The brain was back to normal, then. Never have I had anything like this happen before.

Had a wee-wee, and I set about doing the Health Checks and taking the medications.

I was a little surprised that the pulse reading was so low. I thought with the nightmares and my just having gone down and up from the laundry room, it might have been higher if anything? Hey-ho!

To the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session and medicalising of specific areas.

It was a lousy session all round. Messy, Trotsky affected evacuation. The fungal lesion had been bleeding drying and bleeding again, so I had lots of cleaning up to do, and a pain-producing medication session too! My EQ sensed this was going to be another unpleasant, awkward, confusing, tricky, worrisome day. I pray it is wrong for once.

Time to go and move the gear from washer to dryer. Nasty Dizzy spell as I stood up from the computer chair. I ended up face down half on and half off of the recliner. Knocked over the things from the Ottoman and sent the food tray flying off onto the floor. My response was one of passive acceptance of the situation. Got up, with Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis both annoyed with my actions now. I cleaned up the mess, not using the hoover though, too early, the noise would disturb my neighbours. Found I’d managed to give myself a bruise on the forehead somehow, also.

Down and got the clothing from the machine to the dryer.

Returned to the apartment and had a wee-wee. Got the kettle on and had another wee-wee while it was boiling.

Dizzy Dennis is lingering a bit.

Had a glance at the information sign when I got into the lift. Still showing Sunny?

Started the computer and it made me sign into the vault and Link-to first? Very slow in handling pictures in WordPress and impossibly slow in Gmail! Grr! Never mind though.

Finished off yesterday’s diary and posted it.

Down to the laundry room.

Collected the dried clothing, cleaned the filter, and folded up the things into the bag.

I noticed there were no beetles in the elevator this morning. Then realised they were in the other one, yesterday.

Back in the flat. Made a brew and took this photograph. It looked almost dry out there.

Onto the computer again.

Finding it challenging to concentrate at the moment. Managed to reply to comments on WordPress.

Did the WordPress Reader viewing on Chrome, then back to FireFox try and do Facebooking.

Watched some YouTube clips.

Sorted the bin bags, and did the ablutions. Another mess of an evacuation, but far less bleeding from Harold and Little Inchy.

All ready and set off to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Shed.

Three of the regular clan in there when I arrived. Welsh Bill, Brenda and Roy. Cindy and three others joined us later. Wardens Julie and Deans left their office and bade us all farewell. We had a natter and laugh, during which I found out from the others, that the coat I was wearing was too tight, my hearing aids were screeching and warned of the rise in the cost of electricity now the heaters were installed. Hehe! I was pleased to see that Welsh Bill was looking a lot better than the previous day. Far less pale, and his sarcasm and wit were returning. William, poor chap has got Morphine poisoning. It’s going to take a long time for things to clear-up for him. The doctors told Bill he’s going to feel so tired, for ages yet.

On the bright side, Brenda and Cindy were in good form, and much laughter produced and appreciated by us.

Out to catch the bus, I chatted with Bill en route, and he was more willing to natter just now. I like him, even if he does insult me everytime he sees me. Haha! All was in good fun… I think.

We got off on Upper Parliament Street, and Bill shot off. I made my way, into the Victoria Shopping Centre. The owners of this place are Intu, who have just spent millions on upgrading it.

As you can see in this photograph, it ain’t exactly busy, is it?

They are currently rebuilding their other centre, Broad Marsh in the south of the city. This vision below of the outside part of it does not impress me at all. The City Council says: The £250 million programme of works is underway to transform the area into a grand entrance into the south of the city centre with improved shopping, leisure and restaurant facilities in a vibrant new environment. Political-Speak!

The number of people around this Victoria mall, did not give any signs of hopes for the new one to make it pay?

I poddled along to the Tesco at the far end of the building, fingers crossed that they will have some the Pork Knuckles in stock. The plates-of-meat were stinging somewhat, but Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger etc. were being good to me. Even Dizzy Dennis had ceased his visiting.

Hobbled around the Tesco store amidst the out-of-date produce rotting in the trays. Straight to the continental meats fridge, and got three of the Pork Knuckles. Nice! Off to the bread section, where after a sort through the crustless wholemeal 400g loaves, I found one not out of date and put in the basket. Got a lemon slice cake and to the checkout.

Out through Boot’s and on to Upper Parliament Street.

Still very few folks around.

Over the road and into the Poundland World, to see if they had any Pork Pies in stock. Shame, they didn’t have any.

I bought some nibbles, paid and off to the bus stop.

Brenda and old Oscar was there, but neither wanted to chat with me, so I went along with their wishes.

The bus arrived, and we mounted.

As we travelled back, I put the camera against the window, in case I spotted something worth photographicalising.

Then I fell asleep! Astonishingly, later when I downloaded the SD card, I found these two on it?

Not the slightest idea why, when or how I took these? The poor old devil!

Walked with Brenda from the bus stop to the flats and had a laugh en route. We were both in agreement that we were shattered and ready for a cuppa and nod-off! Hehehe!

Got in the flat and had a wee-wee.

Put the food and nibbles away. I noy=ticed on the Tesco till, receipt, the girl had done the same as last time I bought three Pork Knuckles and put them, all through at the same price as the first one of them; when they were individually priced to suit the weight.

A quick working out to see if I’d been overcharged or not. Ah, 24p undercharged!

I got straight on with making the daily meal. Well, in between visits for a wee-wee. I had so many of these tonight, I shan’t bother mentioning them again; it’ll take up too much memory space! Hahaha!

The potato-curls were very good indeed, the BBQ sticks okay, the tomatoes excellent. The Tesco crustless wholemeal bread was like I imagine that eating cardboard would be, tasteless. Good job I put some butter on them. The Asda lemon tart was all sugar and no fruit taste. The lemon mousse went down very well.

Despite my plans for getting some TFZer graphicalisationing done, I fell asleep in the £300 second-hand recliner within minutes of finishing off the food. I woke up hours later, with once again, signs of extra nocturnal nibbling having been committed. The brain informed me that I had to get the tray and dishes washed… fell asleep again!