Tuesday 10th April 2018
Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 10 Ebrill 2018
0400hrs: Great Balls of Fire! Five-hours sleep, no wee-weeing, no nocturnal nibbling, no somnambulating as far I could recall and no uhtcearin. A phenomenal unbroken five-hour kip!
I pandiculated gently, and Duodenal Donald let me know he was in a bad mood. Then, As soon as I moved my short-overweight flobby-body, to commence removing it from the ‘plastered with plaster by the plasterer’ £300 second-hand recliner; the innards began to rumble, with a difference. No indications for the use of the Porcelain Throne came with the grumbling insides? The movement made it far worse, and I would not be surprised if the intestines didn’t explode later. Tsk!
So, from waking in almost high-spirits, within seconds, these pleasant sensations dissipated into the ether. Tsk!
The flat was not very warm, apart from the kitchen, which was showing 69°c on the thermometer? I checked to see if I’d left the oven on, but I hadn’t.
I tended to the Health Checks next.
All were looking good I thought. The pulse had gone up a bit at last. The weight had also gone up a little. Humph!
I’ll have a good hobble later on. I might go to Arnold on foot, to get some nosh from Asda, or not maybe, perhaps, possibly. With my luck, someone will call from Nottingham City Homes or the Willmott-Dixon Demolition… I mean builders. (Or do I? Hehe!)
Made a brew of tea and took the morning medications. No indications of any imminent arrival of any need for the Porcelain Throne, and the bubbling within remains churning away. But it feels so different to the usual warning-sign gurgle. No messages about this from the EQ, but I sensed a new problem or ailment might soon visit me. Hello, I just typed this, and one phenomenal escapage of wind blasted out from the rear-end – it almost lifted me up off of the chair. Hehe!
I got the computer on and updated the Monday post, then posted it off to WordPress. Checked the emails.
A go on the WordPress reader next.
Getting ready for the ablutionisationing, and had a change of heart about walking to Arnold for the shopping.
The rain was heavy and looked set-in!
Going through to the wet room, I espied another leaflet from Willmot-Dixon demolition team, no, Building Team.
Oh, dearie me! More hassles! Still, no blame attached to anyone here.
These new marks on the lower right arm had appeared overnight it seems.
Finished the cleaning up and went to update this post to here.
Things in the bag, including the umbrella, and set off to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens HQ and Social Shed, to keep dry, while I awaited the arrival of the L9 bus.
I got to the door, and had to rush back to the Porcelain Throne! A decent evacuation, not too messy. Bits of blood from both ends, mind, but hardly enough to be worth mentioning. However, lots of wind of hurricane proportions accompanied the torpedo-like escapage.
Washed-up and set out of the door and opened the hall entrance door to be met by a Willmot-Dixon worker’s implements. All tidily stored along with some windows the lad was about to install somewhere.
Saw the chap and greeted him with a Good Morning and got one back in return
Down in the elevator and out into the dim drizzle and puddles on Chestnut Walk. It was not cold with the weather at all.
Half-way along, a break in the rain allowed me to take this rather interesting shot of the new building works in between the two old blocks.
They will have earned their money by the time this gets finished.
Heck of a job they have on here. Now that more Pipistrelle bats have been discovered; their schedule will have gone all to pot. But, no one believed me when I said I saw a bat months ago, did they? They just scoffed at me! Oh, yes, I remember! Thought I was being awkward or teasing them they did! Hehe!
I Hobbled down to the Social Shed, Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana and Oberstleutnantess Warden Julie were busy in their office. Poor things always are.
I stood near Welsh William and Roy to collect my daily put-downs. Haha, only joking… am I? Some other residents joined us, including Cyndy and we had a chinwag and laugh.
Out to the bus stop and I got on the Bestwood bus with many others, who all got off in Sherwood. Cyndy was off to Mansfield for a days shopping. Naturally, I stayed on the bus. I got out the crossword book, but the grey-cells were reluctant to function. Tsk!
I only got as far as the Ring Road traffic Island, when I put the book away and gazed out of the bus windows until I arrived in Arnold.
The shopping parade was drenched in rainwater.
I went into the Chambers butchers to have a look what their home-made roast belly-pork slices looked like – if they had any of course. They did, small slices and very lean for a change. So I purchased 6 slices for £3.29; not cheap, but they are a luxury and treated myself.
I walked to the Boyes Store, to see if they had some haemorrhoid cream on sale. They hadn’t any, but I still came out £9.99 lighter and with a full carrier bag. Foot spray, shoe spray, three tablets of Yardley lemon scented soap at £1.29 each. Again costly, but this is my most favourite of all soaps. Another self-treat, Huh, spoiling myself here and Vitamin B tablets. Also, I spotted some Plants-in a Tin. You just add water, and they grow. An excellent original idea I thought for Jenny and raffle prizes if she wanted to.
Then to the Saver shop next door to Boyes shop, to look for haemorrhoid cream in there. They had some of the Care branded I had ordered from Morrisons. But, the same size at only 99p a tube. Much cheaper than the Morrison one. I also got a pack of tuck-in PPs and a roll of black refuse bags. I had to another bag now to carry the stuff.
Off then to the Asda-Walmart store. Where I spent an even more significant fortune! Gullible Sillytonian me! Lemon desserts, grated cheese, a red onion, a small turnip, a large tomato, TV magazine, three ready-made meals, potato scones and cakes and some cheese curl snacks.
When I was paying the lady at the checkout the £17.48 I owed her, I had a funny-wobbly turn. Thank heavens, it didn’t last long, but I cannot remember paying the lady or leaving the shop? Or getting to the bus stop for that matter. I was in the shelter, and the rain was pelting down when I came around as if to put it.
But I felt fine, just a bit of lost memory?
The bus arrived after ten minutes or so.
As we approached the ring-road next to the Nottingham City Hospital car park, I took a picture, of what should have been a pigeon flying alongside the front of the bus. But it had gone by the time I pressed the button on the camera. Tsk!
Then blow me the flipping pigeon returned to 
his bus-escorted duties.
I fumbled to get the camera out again, determined to photographicalise it this time. But no, a bus overtook us and hid the bird from view! Ah-well!
Up and on to Mansfield Road and the Sherwood stop. Where several tenants boarded the bus.
Got to the flats and I legged it along with a Roy and another bloke and a lady tenant back to the apartments and up the lift.
As I got out of the lift, I noticed the Willmott-Dixon lads had all but finished installing the windows in the lift foyer area. They had replaced the old full open grills in the outer wall, with the windows.
Far less blowy and cold there now. I assumed this job had been done now, while the team are prevented from doing the cladding.
Another flyer was found stuck in the letterbox.
Had a wee-wee and did the Health Checks.
I got myself in the flat and sorted out the day’s purchases. Trying not to think of how much they had cost me, Hehehe!
Not that I was bothered really, me being a millionaire and liar. Haha!
As the rain stopped, an unexpected mist began to descend.
I got on with updating this diary. Four hours later, I remembered about the flower-in-a-can and wanted to take it to Jenny. But could I remember her flat number? No! So I got the cans in a bag and went off to the Obersturmführeress Wardens shed, to see if Jenny was there or get her apartment number. Oberfefrieterss Warden Julie was in the office, up to her neck in work. She gave me the door-number and asked what was in the bag. I showed the flower-in-a-tin. I had a nice chat with Resident Hauptmanness Contact Leader, Cath. Hehehe! She had been Grandchildren sitting for a week. Told me to call in the hut in the morning, and she would contact the Doctors for me about the missing haemorrhoid cream in the prescriptions, for me. Bless her.
I went to see Jenny. She liked the flowers.
When I got back to flat and went to make another brew, I noticed that the kitchen door handle had all scuff and scratch mark on it?
I don’t recall them being there before.
I got the oven warming up and then continued updating this post.
Getting tired now.
Did the last of the Health Checks. Hello, noise from BBJ up above.
I had a perusal of the WordPress Reader.
Got the nosh prepared and set about eating it.
The roast sliced belly pork was good as I have ever tasted! Gorgeous!
I had to grant this nosh a meritoriously deserved 9.35/10.
Went to do the washing up.
The mist seemed settled in for the night.
Down in the £300 second-hand recliner and got the TV on to watch a Hustle episode.
Fell asleep almost immediately and had a dream that was so different to any of the others that I could remember.
I was at St Peter’s Gate, and classifying the destinations for each person as they queued up in a neverending line. I was dressed as a sort of short, plump bald Elf. I had this dream not as if I was in the dream, but instead, as if I was viewing it on a giant screen? I sense there were some famous and notorious folks in the queue, but I’m damned if I remember who they were. Most disappointing.
Made a small mug of the delightfully tasting Olde English tea, and got the medications taken.
I went to the medical drawer in the kitchen to see if I might have some of the Furosemide tablets left in there. But no. I didn’t expect there would be any and chastised myself for the even bothering to look.
An hour and a half later, it was getting much lighter outside. The mist seemed to be thickening and lingering on.
Down and out into dark filled sky above. Down Chestnut Grove, avoiding the lorries, tractors and workmen milling around. 
As I made my way along Mansfield Road into Carrington, and to the Pharmacy to collect my 
A farther up over the hill on Mansfield Road towards Carrington, I stopped at my favourite bit of walling on the route. The earth/soil behind this retaining erection is about nine feet deep. I’ve often wondered how it had not collapsed yet? I moved on sharpishly after taking this picture. Haha! 
I looked this up on Google Maps later, the whole walk was only 0.9 of a mile.
Broch! Darnations, tiddlywinks and sod-it! There was none of the haemorrhoid cream in the bag! I could spit! This disappointing let-down put me back on a downer again! Thanks, Dr Vindla or the Deepak the Chemist, whichever one let me down again!
Who is left to fail me, crap on me, ignore me, lie to me, bully me, threaten me, mock me, laugh at me, cheat me, ruin my carpets, let me down… Calm down you silly old yold!
I got the nosh prepared and presented on the Lyzzi donated oval blue platter. Cumberland pie with extra cheese on top, tomatoes, beetroot, seaweed nibbles and chips. I took what showed up on the camera screen, as an appealing meal. But, when it came to downloading it to this blog in the morning – the bloody thing had ceased to be/exist, passed into oblivion, disappeared, expired, perished, joined the missing odd-socks in the ether! Aargh! I loathe, detest, abhor and hate it when this happens! Grrr!
0229hrs: Came to imitation life with a jump, sure that something had woken me up, but all was silent. (I thought of Soylent Green then, don’t know why. A remake of this film is undoubtedly due soon?)
I hurriedly assembled the requirements and down in the shaking and shuddering elevator, to the laundry room.
plastic obstacle course.
At this point, I thought I heard what sounded like a Honda C90 motorbike starting up? Almost a whirring noise that I remember from when I had one, around 1962. But I cannot remember where I put the Anticoagulation Form yesterday in readiness for Wednesday’s blood test? I feel sure it was somewhere in the computer room, I’m positive about this… or am I? Humph!
As I loaded the gear into the washer, I found myself scratching at the lower right arm, just like yesterday. But today, the left arm was clear. Only the right wrist/arm was affected this time. I did notice, that it was not changed below the wrist alarm strap as well. Not the foggiest what this indicates, though.
The sphygmomanometer took five tries before it worked? The pulse continues to get slower. All else looks fine to me.
0419hrs: Down to collect the washing. As the machine stopped turning, I thought I heard a metallic clanging noise coming from within. After emptying the drum, I had a broad search around, me thinking it might have been someone’s ring that could have been making the noise.
I got the togs out and folded up. During which, I came across an odd sock!
Made a fresh brew.
Then did the Health Checks and made up next weeks dosage pots. Sillily, putting the pills in the wrong tubs so had to resort them all back into the right ones. Tsk!
Feeling a little tired and 
I made a brew of the English Breakfast tea in the small China mug and took the medications.
I tied taking a photographicalisation of the skyline, zoomed in. But it did not come out well.
This insect got me thinking, and I looked up on the web to see if any insects live in concrete or cement. There was one possibility that showed up; The Jumping Springtailed Entomobrya unostrigata. Very tiny and they like the wet. In 1952 a study was done, with this statement given by Dr M Martin. Cited from Bryk, F. (1955:1824) Springtailed Entomobrya-unostrigata. Bites: “Very discomforting mosquito-like skin irritations attributable to collembolans of the genus Entomobrya attempting to bite.” Whatever did we do before the arrival of the internet? Well, if you have Virgin Media supply it… Oh, Stop moaning Inchcock!
I made a mug of tea again and took a look out of the balcony windows. Even more crap on the outside of them now. If what Doris says is right, that the balconies will not be fitted for another eight months yet. We’ll need to hire an industrial cleaning service to blast them with high-powered steamers with bleach to get them clean! I bet we will not be able to see out them at all, soon. 
I went into the drawer in the desk under the 
computer, to search for a pencil sharpener.
turned as saw what must have been dozens of little insects coming down out of the broken plaster awaited being made right on the sides of the window. By the time I’d got the camera, all bar just one of these created had or were making their way back up and disappearing into the cracks and holes. This one must have been like me, suicidal. Hehehe! Because he or she ran towards me. Looked like tiny beetles of some sort to me.
Got the nosh cooked and prepared.
I got the kettle on and made a brew. Using the small China mug, I used the English Breakfast tea and the Arla milk.
Irritability Level; Now 2.2/10: I started to do the updating of the diaries and tried to load the photographs to WordPress, but they would not go on (Download). I opened the old version of WordPress and, blow me down with a feather duster, it accepted them. Then, because the old one does not allow full alignment, I had to go back to the new version. Life, is so complicated, involved and complicated, don’t you find? Mine seems full of inconcinnity nowadays. Grumph!
While in the kitchen, I took a photographicalisation of an apparent Alien Spaceship on the horizon. Or, was it an Angel coming down for me? Maybe it was a North Korean missile? Most likely a reflection on the glass of something in the kitchen.
Back to the comput
Again my reliable but unwanted EQ warning me that agitation is to follow!
Not many folks about again.
Really aggravated now, again, after walking all the way down the hill, now I have to walk back up it to log-on and change things.
Back to the flat, where I met the chappie who did the carpet cleaning and had a little chinwag. Deana passed by hurrying to an appointment. (She’s always up to her neck with work to do.)
I pressed on along Mansfield Road towards Carrington.
Despite my frustrations, I spotted these flowers, growing through the gap between the bricks on a wall. Bootiful! Spring is coming.
Spotted a little more Nottingham Street art on Mansfield Road.
into the waste bin without touching the sides. It landed on top of the used medical swabs, so no way was I going to even think about retrieving it. Humph!
In my sleep: I had 
Just when I thought the anguish of the dreaded Willmott-Brown contractor plasterer’s visit to scatter curtain rings around, and plaster all of the carpets, windows, radiator, kitchen sink, WC bowl, front door, a chair and polished wooden furniture, was easing too. 
Went to get the clean togs out of the spare room. Took this photo of outside. Eerie?
0445hrs: Then made a start on this one. Got up to here.
0654hrs: The Morrison man arrived.
All set, (I thought) I set off to the Meeting. I got as far as just outside the foyer doors and realised I was wearing the wrong glasses on my head. Back up in the lift and swapped spectacles.
Out and through the obstacle course outside the flats yet again. I’d lost count of how many times I’d tried to get to the meeting. Huh!
I took this photographicalisation, showing both old ramshackle blocks that are being upgraded and killing off a few elderly residents at the same time with worry, and the new extra-care care and the Obergruppenhureress Warden’s HQ in between them.
A lot of folks left early. By the time I departed and said my farewells, there were only three or four left in the shed.
Later, the following morning, I found this picture I had missed earlier.
I’m on the last bottle of the ineffective Antacid Medicine. But, the prescriptions will be ready to collect on Friday, I should last out.
I forced myself to ignore this, as best I could. Went out into the flats entrance hall, and turned back to lock the door.
When I exited the elevator, the electronic information sign indicated it was 0756hrs, the 4th April 2018, 5°c and drizzling outside.
Out into the drizzle, and wound my way through the maze of barriers and scaffolding to the Glass Recycling Bin.
I was already limping a bit with the plates-of-meat, and Hippy Hilda began to play up a bit. Got to the Obergruppenfhuress Warden HQ, all locked up of course at this time.
A little further on Chestnut Walk, I heard the cooing and spotted this chap on top of the trees. 
Not far down, I took this picture. A rare and precious one, too. It is not often if ever, I have walked down this hill and seen only one car on the roadway!
It started to rain as I was going through the outer entrance door.
The bush in the posh house on Mansfield Road in Carrington was now beginning to bloom. And the beautiful pinkish flowers were radiant.
I struggled with the weight of the bags, out onto Mansfield Road. The rain had stopped altogether.
I looked at the Magnesium with Vitamin B+ tablets.
1545hrs: Got it done up to here, and got the meal in the oven. I hope I can eat more than yesterday.
Off to the kitchen to have a look what the weather was like.
The Sys has come down at last, and the pulsation rate increased a tad too.
Seems like showers, thunderstorms, rain and cloudy for this week, then. Fiddlesticks!
Had a good session. Took the black bags to the rubbish chute.
arranged appointments.
I stopped to take a picture of the works around the flats, en route to the Obergruppefurheress Wardens HQ and Social Hut. I remembered there was a meeting later today, one of the instructional ones about new things being fitted.
Had a go at the crossword on the bus. But gave up, my concentration was not right.
The Poultry, where the trams run up and down, (When are haven’t broken down, knocked someone over, had a crash, or had a technical failure, that is of course) and where the ‘Posh Shops’ are. I’ve no idea why, there is insufficient parking for tenants and owners, let alone the shoppers being barred from parking on the street. The shop on the right, well, bar actually, is where the stabbings were last month.
I limped down the road and took this photo of the back of the Little John bell tower.
a well-trained member of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist Squad, as he rode off of the pavement onto the road without even looking, while drinking from a bottle, not using the handlebars, and undoubtedly unconcerned about the Highway Code. He probably thinks the Highway Code is a new form of Asian Flu. Hehehe!
When I arrived at the Nottingham Canal, I stood a while letting memories flow to and frow. This is the canal that I got thrown into when I was about five or six years old. Although not from this bridge, one further along.
I moved to the other side of the bank, in case the gentlemen saw me took offence.
I was still in time Jenny told me, to get to the flat and drop-off my bags the get back in time for the meeting.
Getting into the outer hallway to the three flat’s doors, was so disappointing and instantly down-heartening. Worse than that really!
Got the meal (Belly Pork) in the oven cooking. Now, my head-down time was really, well gone.
Even the beautiful sun-going-down sky photographicalisation was taken without any genuine appreciation of it, just automatically.