Saturday 26th May 2018
Punjabi: ਸ਼ਨੀਵਾਰ 26 ਮਈ 2018
0325hrs: I’m afraid I woke in a sorry state. Both mentally and physically. I lay there for ages pondering fearing and worrying about seemingly endless ailments and my continuing journey from logicality into the hands of insanity. My coping-ability levels are dropping and becoming unreliable nowadays. I’m thinking silly things, yet hanging on to my empathy for others?
The new ferocious flatulence had moved into the innards, and one massive breakage of wind, that must have been building up overnight, escaped from the rear end. It almost lifted me off of my Haemmorhoid Harold’s ring-cushion! Painful and noisy in the extreme! I responded by removing myself from the £300 second-hand recliner, and off to the Porcelain Throne with all possible haste.
I must get some bread and milk in today. I hope that the weather is kind. Into the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks, medication taking, etc.
The mind wandered off on its own accord before I did the Health Checks. The dodgy state of the innards, my bad memory and getting confused so easily nowadays, the damned Bank Holiday on Monday; No buses, Noisy Herbert will have a hay-day with his banging and knocking, No one to talk to or have a laugh with…
This was a good thing this bleeding, cause it ensured that I was handily placed right next to the Porcelain Throne when Trotsky Terence insisted on some more of the innards pungent liquid being got rid of ASAP. Harolds Haemorrhoids did not like this in the least bit and stung away nastily as the evacuation took place. The throbbing, smarting, burning and irritating itching ensued. Another painful session of cleansing and medicationalisationing was needed. Another change of PPs. Huh!
Back to the kitchen, and made myself a tasty brew of Breakfast Tea in the medium-sized mug. (It just came into my mind then. A medium sized mug could describe me down to a tea! Although, swapping medium for plumb would be a tad more exact? Hehe!)
At long last I got the Health Checks done. All readings were in range I think.
The ailments and Whoopsideangleplops seem to have affected my thoughts and thinking this morning. Making the creation and application of methodical, articulate, consistent or relevant considerations, a little more unstable and awkward than usual.
I really must talk to someone who can understand and arrange for some help. I fear I will do nothing about it, though. Being the psychoneurotic depressive (I think so anyway), and champion fritterer! Hehe!
Pinterest would not let me load any graphics from WordPress?
- WordPress kept on swapping to US English, and I had to repeatedly change the settings back to UK English.
- Then Liberty-Virgin internet went off, and it took me ages to get it going again!
- Then, CorelDraw demanded my signing in, even though I had not signed out! MS Windows update might be to blame?
0505hrs: Eventually, I got the Friday diary finished and posted off. What, a palaver!
I hoped and prayed that things would not go on like they have been doing, for all over these unwanted, lonely damned busless, depressingly banal and bad-luck ridden Bank Holiday. I bet noisy Herbert likes them. This thought makes me even more depressed in nature.
Sorted the waste bags and got them taken to the rubbish chute.
Off to get the ablutions and medicating done again. I felt a bit better about myself after the shave, shower and other requirements were all done.
Getting out onto Chestnut Walk, I took this photographicalisation of the end of Woodthorpe Court and the New Extra Care unit being built in between the existing two less-care tower blocks. They look close, don’t they?
Sure to block out the light and view for the lower floor tenants. I’m so happy to be up on the 12th floor.
The complete complex will be called Winwood Heights, the new Extra Care unit will be called Winwood Court, along with the old Woodthorpe, and Winchester Courts will be keeping their names.
But Mrs Thatcher changed the rules and forced the local councils into selling their tenants the properties. So, now it is a mish-mash of rented and privately owned dwellings.
But, this gave me photographic intentions a chance to use the small Nikon camera a few
As I struggled up the cruel hill and around the first bend, it looked like it had been snowing. Hehe!
Better late than never, but will it be stolen again as soon as any ice appears on the hill? I expect it will get nicked again, knowing my Nottinghamian fellow residents as I do.
I got to the top of the road and turned left onto
A sad sight indeed. The old Millenium Car Showrooms and grounds. Now vandalised, drug needles, empty beer cans and spirit bottles in the weed-strewn grass verge, and just a few hundred yards of where two murders and five stabbings have taken place in the last eight months or so.
The plates were worse than ever as I progress limpingly along to the Aldi store to get my bread, milk and a TV paper. However, as soon as I’d been walking on the flat surface for a couple of minutes, Anne Gyna calmed down rapidly.
I did get the bread, milk and TV paper… but also: A Pork Pie, flavoured mineral water, mature cheddar cheese, frikadellens, long life cobs, pork ribs, tomatoes, Breakfast tea bags, tomatoes, fresh cream jam & doughnuts and ice-cream cones. Spent a bit there. Cough!
Oh yes, they were!
I paid the young chap and departed from the store onto Woodborough Road, to walk back to Woodthorpe Court in the opposite route I had taken to get there.
I can’t recall taking it, or what it was supposed to be displaying?
The hobble down the hill was much more comfortable and without any complaints from the ailment. Well, apart from the feet!
Sister Jane rang as I walked down the hill. I said I’d ring her back.
I got back a lot quicker than what it took me to get to the store. (Downhill, Hehe!) I’d done a decent job with the timing I thought.
On Chestnut Walk, I looked at the Nottingham City Homes Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling-Inchcock-off Zone and Things to be stolen by residents room, Portakabin across the road, it looked deserted from what I saw through the windows. I was going to see if Jenny was in. I carried on hobbling.
The electronic sign told me it was only 11:11hrs, Saturday 26th May. And, there was and light rain and showers outside with a temperature of 19°c. Also that I could become a Nottingham City Homes Community Mediator?
I did then in some Hickory Smoked sauce.
I left the saucepan on a low heat and put the other fodder away in the wherever they were to live until I ate them later.
Not a lot appealed to me.
Did the Health Checks and then onto the computer to continue with updating this load of twaddle.
Now the CorelDraw programme is playing up,
Feeling so pee’d-off with life now! I just turned everything off, sulked, grumbled to myself and as soon as the timer chirped to tell me the pork ribs needed turning over in the oven; The phone rang. Sister Jane, but I could not get to the mobile in time.
On the way to the kitchen, I was accompanied by Noisy Herbert’s melodic, ♫ Bang, thud tapping♫ from above.
Into the kitchen and rang Jane back while I added some frikadellens to the BBQ pork ribs and turned them over.
It was while talking to Jane and she mentioned something, and this reminded me I had the frikkadelens in the fridge, so added them to the tray in the oven.
The vegetables cooking in the sauce were almost cooked.
I was working away at the preparing the fodder while nattering with Sister Jane. (History
Still, it all came out marvellously when I got it in served up in the bowl.
An excellent rating of 9.45/10 for taste value!
The washing up after dining, as you can imagine, took an awfully long messy time! Hehe!
Did the Health Checks and got the TV on. Fell asleep straight away, despite the tap-tapping from Herbert in the flat above.
Woke around 2100hrs, I remembered that on channel 12 Dave, they were showing some Red Dwarf episodes, and decided to watch them.
I only got as far as the first set of commercials before I nodded-off. Oy Vey.
When everything comes into focus, life makes sense, and you feel completely sane is when you need to start worrying about yourself. As long as all those things bother you, and you feel like you are going insane, you are perfectly normal.
Lots of good photos today, and you are getting really artsy with the mostly white photo. It reminds me of “The Beatles” white album. Like the white album there is hidden meaning in your white photo. If you view your white photo backwards you can see “Herbert is a steam weasel!” Nice work.
You know my thoughts on #youtoo are getting screwed by Liberty-Virgin Internet.
Dinner looks wonderful. I’m very happy to see it got a high score.
Cheers, Tim. I think I’ve got the message in your first paragraph. Hehe!
That white one is a mystery to me. CAn’t remember what it was I was taking?
Herbert and I are going to have such a barney when I meet him. It’ll be a blood strewn battle when he knocks hell out me! Haha!
I must try to get some of those pork-ribs again, they were really tasty.
I must get to the camera shop tomorrow, and see why the screen has died on the new Lumix.
Thanks mate. Cheers.
The white one is great accidental art. Especially viewed backwards!
Backwards, Tim?
I recall the pile of bricks on diasplay years ago at the Tate gallery. What a load of… well, bricks? Hahaha!
But if they were artfully piled bricks. You need to see if you can find a version of Cheech and Chong’s “Ralph and Herbie” that you can play. Ralph, I think it is, makes an artful pile, and Herbie likes how he uses corn for texture.
Cheech and Chong’s “Ralph and Herbie”. Had to look that one up, Tim. Got two blokes on stage pretending to be dogs. Hahaha!
This pile of bricks at the Tate
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/jonathanjonesblog/2016/sep/20/carl-andre-equivalent-viii-bricks
Do nothing for the artist in me, mate.
Fingers crossed it is Nurse Nichole today.
Cheers
Those bricks are boring. They are not even a pile of bricks, but a stack of bricks. I think Ralph and Herbie to two leave a pile or two on the stack of bricks. Hope you see Nurse Nichole today.
Those damnable MS updates do it every time to my settings! I have this little warning after the last one about my external memory being low so I must do something about it popping up every so often (obscuring for a moment what I’m doing behind it). Of course, when I try to follow through with what it wants me to do, it shows my external memory is 0% full and if I clean it up I will gain 0% new usable memory! Grrrr!
Oh dear, Doug. I share you frustrations with the internet and windows, I’ll give a Grrr as well! Hehehe!
I wish I could live without the internet really.
TTFN