Sunday 20th May 2018
Welsh: Dydd Sul 20 Mai 2018
0505hrs: I stirred and laid there, the mind playing for once; not on worries, fretting, concerns and fears. Just on the dream that I’d been having… and what a mixed up medley of, well, worries, fretting, concerns and fears the dream was, I suppose! (I’m losing it early today!)
For once, I had a severe and disorientating case of dysania this morning. Not like me at all.
I sleepily went through the motions of doing the Health Checks.
Made a brew of Breakfast tea, and imbibed the medications.
A sense of catatonia and dolefulness hung over me heavily. I assumed this was due to it being the weekend and after Noisy Herbert’s audio accompaniments yesterday, the certainty that they will be worse today, and knowing that the Nottingham City Homes Oberscharführeress told me he is doing nothing wrong…
 Oh, I nearly forgot about the ban on my mentioning anything communication-wise between NCH personnel and me on my blog! Sorry, Tsk!
I got the computer on and had to divert to the Porcelain Throne. Oh heck, not a good evacuation at all. More blood than ever before from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. This would be due to my having spent so long yesterday sat down at the computer desk. Klutz! A lot of effort, discomfort and time spent cleaning and medicating after the movement.
The first thing I did when back at the computer, was to create a graphic of the weird dream I had. Well, as best I could recall.
I went to make another mug of tea, still feeling a bit pensive and anxious without knowing why.
Even the new windows lowered my spirits as I bemoaned them blocking out the light, and now giving me six panes to clean instead of the old windows, four. And getting to them is more awkward too. Boy, am I on a downer this matins!
I got on with updating the Saturday blog and posted it off!
0725hrs: As I made a start on this one, Noisy Herbert from above did a bit of banging and clanging about. Just the two, then all went quiet. Nice!
I visited the WordPress comments, it didn’t take long. Only one there. Hehe!
Then onto the WP Reader section.
Had a go on Facebook again, hoping it will let me post, this time. It did too! Got no end done before it all went too slow.
Went to get the ablutions and medicationalisationing done. Long, but not unpleasant event.
Sorted the refuse bags and took them out with me as I left.
Outside the three-flats lobby door, I was gobsmacked to see a right mess on the floor near the new window/air vents. No idea what it was though. Maybe from the.., oh I don’t know, the shredded bits from the insulation being fitted?
Dropped the bags down the chute and made my way down to the lobby of the apartment. Where I met with Julie, no, Josie and Mavis. We had a nattering session for ten minutes or so. Mavis used to live a few hundred yards from where Mam and Dad used to fight each other every day, on Brookfield Place. She lived on Mayfield Grove.
Then, I bade my cheerios, and went out and dropped the empty recyclable glass containers in the appropriated bin. Into which someone had placed bags of household rubbish in carrier bags.
I removed it and placed it on the floor in the corner.
I crossed over Chestnut Walk and turned to take this photographicalisation of the flat blocks.
Not many Nottinghamians about this morning. A few dogs were taking their owners for a walk. But far fewer than usually would be on a Sunday.
Ah, bet they are tired put by watching the 
wedding and Cup Final?
As I began to walk up the hill towards the tree copse, the beauty of these little flowers, Buttercups I think they are named, caught my eye.
Out now, I was beginning to feel better within myself. Found another footway through my beloved Copse, and took it. A bit tight for room and dodgy underfoot, but it was so beautiful in there.
After getting through and coming out near the gnarled tree at the top of the gravel footpath hill, I crossed over down through a clump of trees to the bottom of the park.
In the thickets I got myself disorientated; All right, lost! Had to double back to get to find the train. It had been built and placed on the British Railway’s actual train line that used to run through the park years ago.
A man and woman were sunbathing with their toddler and had left the pram in where the line was.Â
I wanted to make some witty comment about it, but they both looked like they were smoking weed. So, I thought that they may not see the funny side, and said nothing to them.
I again strolled off, aimlessly into the thicket and got lost still! What a Shlemiel. In my defence, I was looking for the steps that I knew were around here somewhere, will that do? Hehe! I went back down to the bottom, and back up another 
way, and there they were.
I kept stopping and just enjoying the peace and quiet.
Naturally, I thought of Noisy Herbert back at the flats, some nasty thoughts mingled in their, I’m afraid to say. Looking around for any signs of wildlife I may be able to photograph.
I pondered over the memories of years gone by and recalled some of the things I had got up to in each area as I came to it.
In the bushes with Chrissie and Grizelda (1964 and 1970ish). The football games I attended and never got picked to play. (No blame attached of ill feelings, I was a crap player and knew it, Haha!) The pitch and putt games I played… then realised I’d strayed onto the course during 
my recollections.
I turned back and went up the big clump to the thicket area.
Still, musing and fantasising without any definitive intentions whatsoever. Ambling, limping and daydreaming of what will never be, shouldn’t have been and never will be.
As I got to the top and realised there was no way out there and would either have to walk back down to find an opening, or carry on up the hill and climb through the fencing to get out. Klutz! Then I spotted a squirrel and followed it with great patience to get some pictures of the little beauty.
By the time I’d stalked him and took the photographs, I was at the top of the thicket. So decided I could get underneath the fence without any bother. Not to fret, it didn’t bleed much. Huh!
A man and wife helped me get back up on my feet, and their dog gave me a good licking. Which I did find amusing, cherished and appreciated.
A park attendant came over to check if I was alright and pointed out to me that I should not have been coming out under the fence, but should have walked down to the proper exit at the bottom. Told off again! Fool!.
Sheepishly, flustered and embarrassed, I thanked the man and made my way to the footpath at the top of the park and turned left down past the Tree Copse and back to Woodthorpe Court.
Got in did the Health Checks and on the computer to do the updating of this diary.
Two hours later, got the nosh on.
Noisy Herbert: Bang, clang.
The beans I tried flavouring a little differently this time.
Curry, mustard, balsamic vinegar and tomato puree. This turned out to have a nice and enjoyable tang to it.
The lemon bliss dessert had some orange flavour essence and bitter lemon juice added, and I also enjoyed that one.
As I was washing up the pots, I noticed the cumulonimbus like clouds had returned to the skies.
Got the Health Checks done, had a wee-wee, settled down into the £300 second-and recliner and got the TV on.
Fell asleep within minutes.
Woke up an hour or so later, (Noisy Herbert: Bang, clang). It was still light outside, at first I thought I might have slept right through until late morning.
I think I was just at my hypnagogic state, and a sudden sneeze just about shook me out of the recliner! This started Reflux Roger off, and I lay there watching the chest as it swelled. Bloated and frit me for a bit. But it was alright, Roger went down and started working again within a minute or so. Phew!
I soon nodded off again.
 Had a bit of luck while making the mug of tea. I spilt some boiling water on my wrist. This made me jump and took me out of my depressive-mode 
I even caught the reflection of my face and camera in this snap of the sphygmomanometer. (Fair enough, I didn’t mean to, Hehe!)
By the time I’d finished the cleansing and got back to the kitchen, the brew had gone cold. So I carefully and warily made another mug of tea.
I took a photo of down below outside. A blind spot, cause I could not see the screen when I took this photograph.
crock-pot.
Had a wee-wee, then went to make another brew. And grand-tasting it was too!
Another nip into the kitchen to inspect the progress of the cooking.
Taking an ‘ordinary Auto photograph of my beloved Copse was easy enough, though. 
I noticed the caked on bird poo on the balcony door windows when I returned to the computer.
A respected carer milked the bank
Did the Health Checks and some more prep work on CorelDraw for WordPress.
hand on the Ottoman, and settled down on the £300 second-hand Recliner, to watch the Cup Final.
The Sys and Dia were a little perkier this morning.
0555hrs: The morning had brightened and lightened a lot earlier than of late. A sign of summer approaching?
After much ingeminating, I got ready and went out into the once again, not-as-warm as it looked sunshine.
Willmott Dixon’s, Del-Boy impersonator, Jay was settled in an armchair, with his mug of coffee or tea.
advantageous masterplan 
Above left is the shot I took through the bus window this morning.
I was feeling well-tired by the time I got into Nottingham Slab Square. Why? I don’t know!
foot, and another gave me shoulder charge! Grumblebug!
I hobbled, the feet are hurting and stinging again, to the Fulton Foods Store and had an amble around. I got bargains here! Don’t suppose that Harry and Meghan will ever know the pleasure or need of bargain hunting?
Then went to the short-dated bargain shop. Got some tiny cans of marrowfat peas, at 10p each and other bits.
Then suddenly so many commuters got off at the Forest site bus stop, the tram was left with only a handful of passengers?
Of course, this was of no concern to his mother sat next to him!
I walked back to the Slab Square and along to the fountains at the far end.
These two young toddlers were enjoying themselves. Even the one in blue who got herself all soaked. Mother was on her mobile phone, so showed little interest.
Got the purchases out of the bag and stored away.
Fodder served up. And it was above average this one. Canned pork knuckle, tasty flavour! Triple fried naughty chips, superb! The bargain cheapo baked beans, highly acceptable!
Had a wee-wee. Got the day clothes and shoes on. Collated and collected the bag of soiled clothing, camera in my pocket and down to the laundry room.
Back down to move the laundry from washer to the dryer. I forgot to take the hoover down with me. Dumkopf!
Got the clobber sorted, folded and into the bag.
Done my best! Huh!
Home Delivery.
I got the veg stew cooking on the crock-pot. I used a bay leave today, fingers crossed it tastes okay.
There was a sudden dull thud-like noise emanated from the kitchen that made me jump, so I went to investigate.
I put the small camera out of the window and took a blind shot off above the frame.
Ablutions tackled. Unfortunately, I managed to cut the mole on my right cheek while shaving, and it took me yonks to get it to stop bleeding.
On the way back to the flat, there was a bit of a nip in the air out there. Although the sky looked beautiful.
leaf, clear vinegar, BBQ powder and tomato puree.
The pulse continues to fall each time this week, I wondered why?
Oh, going out yesterday, I forgot to check the emails to see if they have belatedly informed me, I’ll take a look at Gmail to find out. No, nothing arrived, as if I expected any! Grumph!
I think the day out and the odd lunch yesterday, might have affected the innards. Because the Porcelain Throne evacuation was terribly messy, multi-coloured and loose.
Umbrella (just in case), paperwork-appointment cards, nibbles for the hospital staff, crossword book (if any waiting to be done), bus-pass to get home afterwards and I set off. A cheery chap was in the lift I caught, he is a disabled man who’s not long moved into Woodthorpe Court.
We crossed the road together and started off up the gravel footpath hill, with me in a failed pursuit. By gum he could move, when he’d almost reached the top, I was about half-way up the incline.
Got onto Mansfield Road, and down to the Ring Road.
These simple flowers, struggling to break through to the sun, and the new fencing, seeming to do so much better than their brethren up against the rusty bars?
waiting room. I was pleasantly surprised at how few people were seated there. Got my ticket, 139. The sign showed up a call for ticket 131, so I was not long at all waiting. Time to have a go at the crossword and get no answers to them though. Thicko, at his best!
he did so.
Only had ten minutes to wait for it to arrive. When it did, the young girls forced their way on first.
sight of Chestnut Walk and the apartments.
compound onto the roadway.
Where I spotted some more, more localised Nottingham Street Art, on display outside of the scaffolding. Tsk!
Then it dawned on, that no tenants can get their heads out of the windows anyway, while all the locks are still on. So no one could have been calling my name? What a schlepper!
I got in and did the Health Checks, took the midday medications and made a brew.
. 31-3-18! Gobsmacking innit? The Morrison milk is terrible and off a day before its use-by-date, and the Asda is one, is still alright 2 months after its use-by-date!
I pressed on with sorting things to do the updating. To the clang, bang sounds from Herbert up above. After which just the odd bangs, rattles or clangings persisted for many hours, but not regularly or often.
Got it done and had an email from the surgery. No mention of there not making an appointment for me this week, but, they have done this time, for next week.
Accompanied by Noisy Herbert’s occasional clanging and banging noises, I ate the meal.
A call to the Porcelain Throne had to be responded to. A good session, no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold at all!
Considering how annoyingly uncomfortable and hard the seats were, the draught coming through the open sunroof creating an annoyance, and enjoyable to listen to nattering from the other, I don’t know how many other residents from both Courts: I fell asleep in seconds.
I kept meeting up with Jenny and Frank as I hobbled around the market street. I think they might have thought I was haunting them. Hehe!
I had a limp around outside the market area and came across the River Eye. A shallow river near a Rest Home and the Memorial Gardens.
As the driver bloke reversed out of the parking space, I took this photographicalisation.
I realised as I stirred and got ready to get off the bus, that I had not taken any photographs as I had intended, of Jenny and Frank. Humph! Schlemiel!
I took the last shot of Jenny with the driver. Nice effort I thought, considering how tired I was.
that followed is still with me. Tsk!
Off to the Porcelain Throne. A much better, more comfortable and less messy evacuation this time. Good!
Oh, dearie me. I no longer own a dinky, just the right size clear glass milk jug. Schlemiel!
Back to make another small mug of tea.
Another mug of tea went cold, so off to the kitchen to make yet another one.
I turned back to facing the Woodthorpe Courts, and the new build extra care flats and Gefreiteress Wardens new HQ is being built. The rooftop recreational seating area will soon be finished at the rate these lads are going. I took this photographicalisation, in the not as warm as it looks, sunshine.
No one to talk to on the bus, all my fellow tenants bar one, got off in Sherwood, where a lady and I went on into Arnold.
one Asda own label (Which I warn anyone wanting a strong or tasty drink of tea to avoid at all costs. Like catwaz it was!) Another £21.55 gone.
As I stood outside waiting to make my move to the bus stop on High Street, I saw this jet high above, and boy, was it moving, with seconds it was out of view!
I misjudged the potato additions, and they came out burnt a tad. But still tasty, even though I had to soak them in the gravy to soften them enough to bite into them, especially the scones. Hahaha!
The Sys had shot up, and the pulse had detruded down to 79 from the 100 recorded on yesterday’s morning Health Checks?
In fact, it was uncomfortably cold throughout the apartment this morning.
 Then, I just had to absquatulate back to the wet room with some urgency, for another annoyingly, tingling wee-wee.
nd, with no none on site, I did not want to bother the Nottingham City Homes Control; because I felt they would have reasonably called for an ambulance to attend, and I thought this was not necessary.
myself upright. But it took a lot of pain and effort. Hehe!
Got the meal done early.
The need for the Porcelain Throne arose at the same time. I fumbled a bit as I hastened to the wet room, Dizzy Dennis had not done with me yet. But, I did manage to avoid any toe stubbing en route. Evacuation and medicationalisationing and cleaning up all completed.
The pulsation rate had gone over the top again, by a fair margin, it’s not reached 100 all week.
Went to make yet another small mug of tea. And took this photographicalisation of the early morning Tree Copse – Bootiful!
Off for another wee-wee, not surprising with all the tea I have the craving of today. Wonder why?
The casserole whatever it is called was just fine. An enjoyment rating of 8.9/10 given.