0338hrs: Woke, after having an odd night of weird dreams. With the EQ bearing a definite suspicion or anticipation of something adiaphorous being in the air and imminent! I hope it does arrive, it will be early as opposed to late-on, or I’ll be fretting about it until it does occur.
I noticed some notes on the scribble pad, I’d recorded bits about the first of last nights dreams. As I positioned my ever-getting more gargantuan body to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner, signs of much nocturnal nibbling became apparent. Chocolate and yoghourt covered peanuts, some melted and stuck to my stomach, leg and the cushion were cleared up, crumbs of an unknown origin on the recliner, and bits of nuts stuck in between the few teeth I have left. Oh, dear! Naughty me!
Off for a wee-wee, washed-up and made a brew, then got on with updating the Thursday post.
After getting this finished and sent-off, I got the summons to the Porcelain Throne, a little later than usual. All good though!
Did the Health Checks.
The ailments seemed to be a kind to me. Even Duodenal Donald was in a good mood this morning.
Hippy Hilda too, Reflux Roger, Hernia Harry, and Craig Cramps. By gum, all this was nice. But somehow it also concerned me.
I did the Morrison order for next week.
0700hrs: I started to update this blog.
I went to make a replacement mug of tea for the one that I’d let go cold.
As I took this picture, it dawned on me that the shadows from the new build block are going to have an adiaphorous effect on flora and fauna across the road; by preventing the sunshine getting to them. Poor things!
Closed down the computer at this stage, and got the ablutions tended to. All done, and out to the Oberfeldwebeless Wardens Deana and Julies, Hauptgeschäftsstelle hut.
The wind was a lot sharper this morning. Had a walk around the back of Woodthorpe Court to take this photograph
This show you how busy and such a lot more work they have to do yet.
Got to the HQ shed, and had a good natter with those in there also waiting for the bus to arrive. Cyndy, Roy, and Welsh Bill amongst them. When the coaches came, I mounted up and sat in front of Cyndy, bless her cotton socks, she helped a chap from Winchester Court to get on the bus. ♥
Dropped off on Queen Street and hobbled straight down to the slab square and caught a tram to the Asda store in Radford. As I arrived on the platform, the transport got there seconds later!
I’d gone to Radford Road Asda (Walmart) to search specifically for some Nordic Style Boczek Polish cooked bacon with herbs, (Which is so flavoursome one can become addicted) Their own label BBQ Sauce (Which tastes marvellous!), and their seasoned sliced potatoes.
I got a new ailment come on around this time. I don’t know if it is connected with Reflux Roger, but when I breathe in sharply or deeply, I’m getting one heck of a sharp pain on the left side under the arm and chest? Of course, Roger Reflux was playing up at the same time, so there are plenty of sharp intakes of breath! This, I do not like, and it has stayed with me all day.
I had a lot of luck shopping today in Walmart, though, I got all three of the things I went there for; And a small fresh turnip, sliced onions, baby yellow peppers and some suitable nibbles on special offer. £13.23 spent at the self-serve checkout, where the assistant only had to help me out once. Smug Mode Adopted, Hehe!
I walked to the tram stop opposite the closed-down Church, and the tram arrived within seconds. Doing well here!
Talk about ‘à l’opposé du spectre,’ compared to the almost empty transport from town, this one was cram-packed! It got even worse when the tram got to the university stop. I thought this amount of people might cause the tram to break-down! I gauged there must have been around 400 passengers on it at one time. It was such an event, I wanted to photograph the mob of Nottinghamian’s with their mobile phones, but there was not room enough for me get the camera out of my pocket!
By the time I’d got my camera out, the alighting passengers had scattered.
The tram is pulling out in this photo.
I’d made a mess of the timing, and had got 55 minutes before the next L9 bus was due to lift me home.
Another , really here. Because it meant I decided to call in the Poundland shop. Then, I stupidly spent even more, in buying a case for the new Lumix! Tsk!
What appeared to be a visiting family group in the Slab Square, they sounded Polish to me, were enjoying themselves taking photographs of each other. They were keeping alert and looking closely at everyone that went near them; So I assume they had been warned about the Nottinghamian’s little habits, like pickpocketing, mugging, etc. and wanted to make sure no one stole their camera, perhaps? As I got near, I gave them a smile and a thumbs-up. They returned a big smile and their own thumbs up. A man who was with them said: “Thanks gadgie, they divvin’ speak any English.” This gentleman spoke with a Geordie accent. (I think?)
I continued with my superfluouscity of spending pointlessly and relinquished any odd bits of common sense still lingering within my mind, and went to the Poundland Shop for another bout of spending on supererogatory foods. I ended up buying six packets of stuff for the nibble-box, and two packs of biscuits for myself (Rich shortcake and a Lemon cream cheesecake ). Also two fresh-air sprays. £7 spent.
But, I did manage to operate the self-serve till without any help needed. Double-Smug Mode Adopted Hehe!
Still, some time to kill, so I limped over the square and along Long Row and left up Clumber Street, and foolishly called in the Jessops Camera store.
Came out £19 worse off and so annoyed with me! £19, for flipping canvas camera case, Cor Blimey. Worra Schlemiel!
I paid while resisting bursting into tears and hitting myself.
I meandered to Queen Street, avoiding the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist.
On Parliament Street, I spotted two Nottingham City Police cars, with the officers chatting to a bloke on the pavement and laughing. I was suspicious as both officers gave me a look of contempt. Why?
Caught the bus, not many on it this trip, and no one that I knew. I feel sure I would have fallen asleep, but for the Jame Hunt inspired bus driver clogging it a bit.
I did try to do a crossword, but the book pages fell apart. Humph!
I fought against nodding off all the way after that but was successful. When I got off the bus, I popped into the Hauptgeschäftsstelless Wardens/Social cabin, to see if the wonderfully priced £3 two-course meal was going ahead or not. As it was dead on time, for the start time. I opened the door, and two volunteers who were providing the meal were talking to the tenants who were sat with the cutlery all laid out on the tables.
The looks I got from them all was not encouraging or welcoming – So I walked through and out the door at the other end. £3 lost here. No problem though, it goes to the Scouts, I have no problem with this. But if someone had told me it was going ahead, I would not have gone out to spend even more money, would I? Anyway, I wasn’t too bothered, as I planned to have seasoned potatoes and salad later, with Pork Knuckle. Yum!
As I plodded back to the apartments, I could see the Willmott Dixon lads working in one of the hoists. It looked to me like they had finished, or were finishing off the insulating on that particular wall.
I turned back to take a snap of the workmen doing Winchester Court updating.
Looks like they were doing the balcony doors.
The pains in the chest underarm were a bit persistent still.
As I got in the foyer doors, Doris, my neighbour, joined me in the lift. Nice lady! We had a good nattering session, and she noticed me suffering from the breathing heavy. Told me to knock on her door anytime if I need help. I thanked her and went in the flat.
Did the Health Checks and took an extra painkiller, had a wee-wee and the chest still giving out unexpected kicks, it is now doing it when I am breathing normally?
I wish I knew what was causing this.
Took a shot of the camera bag I hung on the window handles. As you can see, there is still no precipitation, despite it being forecast for this evening.
Got the kettle on and took a look outside. The poor whoever it is, in the white care was up and down, up and down searching for a parking space.
I put the fodder away and got the oven on to do the seasoned sliced potatoes later.
I started to update this page. By golly, it took me hours to get as far as this. The lack of concentration was helping me to make more syntactic and morphological mistakes than I have ever done before in one sitting.
Did the Health Checks, the sphygmomanometer needing four attempts to get it to operate for me.
Then I got the seasoned sliced potatoes; that had been in the tray getting dried out now, for hours, into the oven at last.
Got the nosh prepared.
The nosh was a little large, and I left a lot of I but enjoyed the bits I ate. The pork knuckle, Aldi hard cheddar, and yellow tomato sandwich were all tasty.
I think the new stabbing pains may be linked to the back pains of late. I started to get both back and arm/chest pains now. Maybe its a development of some sort from Anne Gyna? This always happens at the weekend when no Doctor to ring.
I did the washing up and had a wee-wee.
Settled in the recliner and put the TV on. But sleep took an aeon to arrive, and tornmenting dreams arrived to really get my goat; cause I could not remember any details about them. Only a perception that were of a very frustrating nature or theme.
0325hrs: Duodenal Donald greeted me on waking up. No signs of nocturnal nibbling or somnambulation found. No pandiculating risked. I waited for the brain to engage with the limbs, and extracted my body-mass from the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a wee-wee; A long wee-wee.
Got the Health Checks done.
Then I guzzled endless amounts of the unfructuous antacid medicine, and took an extra Codeine 30g with the morning doses, to try to counter the nagging pains emanating from Dangerous Duodenal Donald. Hehe!
The readings looked all good to me.
Back to the wet room for another wee-wee of long duration.
Outside was wet from the obviously heavy rain during the night. But only the odd spot or two was falling now.
I remembered the Morrison order was due for delivery twixt 0600 > 0700hrs.
So I got the computer on and updated the Wednesday diary. This took me up to 0430hrs. When I made a start on this blog and did the comments, and then did some WordPress Reader reading.
0440hrs: Started the ablutionalisationalistic activities. Being so early and not wanting to disturb my neighbours, I had a stand-up bath at the sink. Medicationalisationing attended to. Bit of a long job sorting out the fungal lesion, Tsk!
0545hrs: All done. Got the nibble box and raffle prizes in the bag and made a brew-up.
Went on Facebooking to catch up a bit, before the Morrison delivery arrives.
Hello, Morrisons, he’s here.
Very disappointed in myself. I got the order wrong and received several items I did not want. Chocolate Coconut Cups, Morski Cheese block, a giant bag of Kettle’s Crisps and a jar of Onion Chutney? What an Eizel!
The dried lemon-grass in a jar arrived, though.
I’m making a stew or soup of some sort today for my nosh.
I prepared it all and got it cooking in the crock-pot. Chopped some turnips, sliced some mini tomatoes and red onion, cut up some beef; and added it all to the tomato and mushroom cooking sauce. For flavouring, I tried Caramelised gravy, onion salt, Balsamic Vinegar and a stick of the lemon-grass. No idea what it will all taste like, but here goes. Haha! I put the slow cooker on Auto-setting.
Put the grocery things away, and readied the black and recycling bags to go to the chute when I go out, and collected the empty glass containers, bottles and jars and washed them ready to take to the bin on the way to the Social Hour.
I managed with little or no effort, to knock the just cleaned Balsamic vinegar bottle off of the counter. It bounced on the floor, coming back down from the rebound on one if the black bags waiting to go out, spun off as it landed, rolled into the cupboard bottom and stopped near the refuse sack – and – It did not break! Hows that then? A bit of luck! Now I’m worried about what will happen when fate gets its revenge on me for this little bit of good fortune! Hahaha! No need to quaeritate about this happening later, it always does to me!
Made sure I’d got the nibble box, raffle prizes and in one bag, the glass in another, and the waste and recycling ones, too. Blimey, It looks like I’m going on holiday instead of to a Social Hour. Hehe!
Set out, took the waste to the chute, down in the lift and dropped the glass in the recycle bin as I left the flats.
There was a brisk breeze in the air as I set off walking down Chestnut Way to the temporary Hauptsturmführeressess HQ and Social shed. It was not cold in the least.
The Willmott Dixon lads were busy working away, especially on the new centre block of 44 Extra Care units and Warden’s HQ.
The plant machinery was milling around. Other than these activities, there was little in the way of any human life or observable movement.
The mind trundled off into a derestrict thinking mode. By the time I arrived at the hut, I was in a confused state and found it hard to concentrate on anything, and in a niggly mood for whatever reason.
Had a natter or two: well a few words with Jenny, Cyndy, Mo, Frank, John, Doris and William and BJ.
Put the prizes on the trolley for the raffle. Bought two tickets. Took the nibbles around, then gave out the raffle numbers and settled on a seat and got the crossword book out. With the help of BJ and John, we got a few more answers in, but not many.
The hour was soon all over. As I left, I took these p[hotographs of the flats.
The new centre build is a lot larger in real-life than it appears on the blueprints and various posters and signboards.
I could hear the lads inside the compound grafting away.
Then took a zoomed-in shot of the chaps doing the dirty great large sign-support preparations on the side of the Woodthorpe Court block.
Cyndy, Doris and John caught up with me before I got there, and we all moved into the elevator. Cyndy organised who lived on which floor and got us inside in order.
Brilliant gal!
I got in and had a wee-wee.
Then as I emptied the bag, I realised I had not given Cyndy the shower-gel I promised I would last week. So I took it up to her and Eric’s flat on the fifteenth floor. I was invited in to view their new curtains. They do look good the way they have laid them out, I must say.
Said my thanks and cheerios and came back down to 72.
Did the Health Checks, made a brew and got the computer on to update this post.
A Willmot Dixon chap arrived to do the board at the bottom of the bay inner window, and to put one over the gaping hole on the left hand of the frame of the balcony doors. Glad I didn’t go out now. I pointed out the other needs, and he phoned into his boss, and this got some attention quickly, bless him.
Five minutes later another young chap arrived to see to the kitchen vent.
This is how it looked after he had tended to it and left.
Ten minutes later the plasterer arrived to do the missed off on his last visit holes around the kitchen window.
I worked on this diary while they were all grafting away.
The kitchen man I didn’t see again, but I wasn’t looking for him.
The plastic chap explained that they would not be doing the bottom pelmet repairs because Nottingham City Homes had refused to pay for it to be done. I asked him if this was because it was Willmott Dixon men that broke them in the first place? He wisely did not give me a direct answer. Nice lad. Below is a before and after photo of the damaged pelmet.
They all worked away swiftly. Soon the plastic lad departed, offering his farewells.
I started to clean up after their correctionalisational visit to get my apartment sorted out.
Then the plasterer bloke shouted through to me that he was all done and leaving as well. He left a far less hole-filled scene for me bless him. And he filled in the holes in the lower wall from where they moved the storage heater, I thank you.
All three departed within minutes of each other – it felt lonely in the flat suddenly. Hehehe!
Within minutes of their leaving, I checked the hotchpotch in the crock-pot. It was almost ready.
I updated this post up to here, then got on with the Health Checks and got the stew, casserole whatever it should be called, served up.
Feeling tired now.
An equal best-ever rating for ‘Taste & Enjoyment, of 9.45/10 was given for this meal.
Got the pots washed up, did the last checks and got down in the £300 second-hand recliner.
No visits from Dizzy Dennis this evening, however, Colin Cramps gave me some bother in the left hand, contorting, twisting and hurting the poor fingers for a good while.
Turned on the TV, to watch a Heartbeat episode. I nodded off expeditiously and appeared to go straight into a dream, that seemed to last for days! I was in an underground cave, wearing only underpants and bright coloured underpants and socks. Searching for my hearing aids. There were pipeworks in some of the caves, and I never did find the hearing aid, but did get lost. I can’t say it was a scary nightmare, but it seemed to drag on forever and, I reckon I said to myself in it, “I’m fed-up with this dream, boring… please let me wake up before I die of boredom…”, or words to that effect.
When I did wake up with a start, only a few minutes had passed?
I scribbled some notes down about this dream and nodded off again.
I mention this to someone, about how sad this result was. She told me that this was due to so many illegal immigrants living for free in the flats who can’t vote. If they’d stayed at home in their own country, this would not have happened! This totally had me Gobsmacked!Humanity?
Wednesday 9th May 2018
Italian: Mercoledì 9 Maggio 2018
0330hrs: Last night, I was so tired, but I am sure at my hypnagogic state, I was wearing some jammie-bottoms and did not have any socks on. I felt, on waking, assured that I had slept right through for nearly seven hours, and perceived that I was in the same position as when I languished into blissful sleep. But no!
As the brain reluctantly engaged with the physical aspects and into a wakey-wakey and do’s don’ts and needs mode; Signs of possible somnambulism were recognised. The fact that I was longer wearing any jammie-bottoms and their current location being laid out neatly on the carpet gave me a clue. Tsk! And now, I had a pair of socks on my feet, concerned me.
At least there were no indications of any nocturnal nibbling having taken place.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner with surprising ease and lack of aches. Another (pleasant) surprise! Off to do the Health Checks. Which looked alright to me.
I did notice a cupboard door left open, I’ve never found this before? But the taps were all off, cooker off, and no signs of anything else untoward. This is good.
I was about t take the mug of tea with me, and I got a slightly sudden and urgent internal demand for my attention being needed at the Porcelain Throne.
I responded without hesitation, of course.
All went well with the evacuation, another multi-coloured session. But no bleeding.
Washed-up and back to the kitchen. Where I threaded my hands and camera through the narrow gap in the window and took this photo of the outside. Nice!
Then, I got the computer on and updated yesterday’s diary. I’ve not disliked doing this before, but it is unpleasant this morning. It tormented me having to write about my abject failure to help my old mate Jim with his problems. It took hours to do as well. Partly because I went out so late (Fool!), and was so tired and incapable of concentration when I got back, and the number of photographicalisations that needed sorting.
Well gone 0800hrs by the time I got it all finished and posted off.
Made a start on this post.
The sun had come brightly out, as I went to make another brew of tea.
0855hrs: No noise from Herbert above this morning yet. I hope he’s not snuffed-it. (I suppose). I could hear the acceptable drilling and tapping of the Willmott Dixon lads starting work on the insulation, getting ready for the cladding to go on top of it.
Hippy Hilda began playing me up, and Reflux Roger joined in. But not severely, bless them.
The absence of hassle from Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Hernia Harry and Arthur Itis was most welcome. If only I could get the fungal lesion to stop bleeding, I’d be a lot happier, though. Even he is not leaking overly much.
Checked the emails and found Sister Jane had sent me this photograph. I reckon she knows I have a liking for mallard ducks. Hehe!
This started me reflecting back to when I was working at a transport depot in security on nights. It began with me recalling the odd good times I had there. But ended with great lugubriousness, as all the disasters and Whoopsiedangleplops came to mind.
I started to feel better after I’d gone to make another brew, and I noticed how the tree copse was thickening out a bit at last.
If all goes well, I might have a walk through later today. I can’t go out until I get a telephone call or Email from the clinic.
I just hope I get it early in the day.
Got onto the WordPress Reader next. Then the Comments were read and responded to.
Good Heavens! 1030hrs already!
Closed down the computer and got on with the ablutionalisationalistic duties. PArt-way through them, despite enjoying myself scrubbing away with the scourer under the shower, I suddenly realised if I was to go out and get the vegetables from Mapperley Tops, I needed to hurry if I was going to get to the bus stop on time. So I went into Mach three speed. Haha!
Rushing about, I just hoped I’d not forget something. As I left the flat with the bag, I still wasn’t sure if I would be on time, it was getting close.
Someone had to stop the elevator and get on didn’t they, then the chap got off on the fifth floor, I thought I might make it yet, and departed hobbling up Chestnut Walk as fast as my little short fat legs would permit me.
Panic over, when I spotted some folks at the bus stop, I knew it hadn’t arrived yet.
Frank and a few others came out of the shed, and we chattered a minute or so about nothing. I like Frank, a decent bloke.
I did take a photo of one side of Woodthorpe Court block and noticed they were putting up a support frame and wondered why.
Frank told me it was to put a massive sign up with the complex’s new name.
The bus arrived, and I travelled the five bus stops up to Mapperley Plains Road. Frank got off here too.
I ambled down to the pelican lights, and over to the greengrocers to have a nosey-about at their vegetables on offer. A bit disappointed in their having no turnips, but got some other stuff. One shallot, one red onion, one satsuma, two New Zealand grew Cox’s Pippins, some very expensive Italian pod peas, but only a good handful of them, and three Wonky tomatoes, one yellow & orange, one yellow and one orange. See photo further on.
Paid the lady the frightening £4.15 for the few bits. I sauntered, albeit limpingly, the feet and Hippy Hilda were both giving me some stick now, along Woodthorpe Drive and walked down it, and into Woodthorpe Park to cut through back to the flats.
The view to the right at the top of the Drive was terrific.
The beautiful views on the way down the hill meant my camera was used a lot today.
I entered the top car park of Park and had a lovely stroll through it in a zig-zag route.
Car Park Entrance
Through the floral displays
Out into the park proper
Down to where I caught sight of the flats in the distance
Closer, going through the trees
The wonderful gnarled tree
Throught the trees
Closer to the flats
The cut through, when its raining this bit is dodgy to walk on
Even closer to the flats
I had to stop to photgraph this beauty
The pathway to the flats
On to Tarmac
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I enjoyed this little walkabout back from the shops.
Got indoors and had a wee-wee.
Washed, and got the vegetables sorted.
Needless to say, I could not resist a pod of peas when I shelled them; Flipping Horrible and bitter they were! So I put some balsamic vinegar and brown sugar in the saucepan and got it on a low heat.
Worked on updating this post up to here for a couple of hours.
Did the Health Checks
Got the nosh sorted.
Another successful blend of flavours. Well, apart from the Italian garden peas, but, they were just about passable.
Everything else was A1.
A few spots of rain started to fall as I settled in the £300 second-hand recliner.
I fell asleep almost at once and woke up an hour or so later, with the rain belting down.
Getting back to sleep, only after the grey-cells had taken my mind through some terrible mistakes and choices I’d mad over the years; and self-hatred and shame reared their ugly heads.
TFZers Lynda and Andy visit Nottingham to see Gerry. Looks like veg stew for them tonight?
Tuesday 8th May 2018
Bulgarian: Вторник, 8 май 2018 г.
0315hrs: Woke up, feeling somewhat confused, but not knowing why, and went for a wee-wee.
Got the Health Checks tended to. !
The readings seemed back to regular at last.
I still can’t work out why yesterday’s first checks had such a low Sys and Dia? This fritted me at first.
Made a brew and took the medications.
On to the computer to update the Bank Holiday Monday Inchcock Today.
Then, remembered about the old colleague from work, who is coming to ask me for some help to do with the SIA. So I set the timer, to remind me to get the ablutions done early. Because I don’t know what time he is to arrive at. I asked him to come in the morning. A mystery to be resolved later, I hope.
Got the updating done, and moved on to start this post off. The stomach gurgled, and off I almost ran to the Porcelain Throne. A lot of blood from the rear this morning; may well be all that sitting down at the computer and not getting out and about. I hope the chap who needs my help comes early today. Otherwise, I might not get out again!
Back to the computer. The comments were done, then the WordPress Reader perused.
Tended to the stand-up ablutions, no shower; too early, cause it makes a heck of a noise.
Got weeks medication pots made up.
Then took the waste bags to the refuse chute.
To the kitchen are did my best to do another panoramic shot of the scene outside. Good quality I thought, but I still cannot get a broader shot. Tsk!
A beautiful view though, no doubt about that.
No feeling sorry for myself, jealous or depresses now – all had withered away into the ether.
Back in the main room and got the foyer-area channel on the TV. This is in case Jim forgets to give me a call to tell me he is on his way and arrives without knowing the entry system to get in, I might be lucky enough to spot him.
Did the ablutions.
0830hrs: I went back to creating and preparing graphics for the diary page headers, while I awaited his arrival.
I saw a bloke trying to get in the flat on the monitor, and assumed it was Jim. I kerfuffled around and went to get down before he left. Both lifts were stuck on the 9th floor. I started to hobble down the stairs, got to the 8th floor and checked the elevators, they were working again, I pressed for one. Absolutely no chance of catching Jim, if it was him now.
Got down to the lobby, and realised I’d not taken the door fob down with me in my panic, so could not go out to look for him. Well annoyed with myself now, I went back up to the apartment.
Minutes later the phone rang, it was Jim. But it was not him that called earlier, he asked if he could come now. No problem. So I kept an eye on the monitor for him and waited.
After a while, I went down (With the swipe fob in pocket, Tsk!) to wait in the lobby for him. May was sat there, and we were chinwagging when Jim arrived.
A quick showing him of the mess the builders had left me in, and onto the computer to try and sort the things out with the SIA membership for the lad.
I’m afraid it was getting stumped at every stage of our efforts. Security Officers now have to renew membership online. So we went to the SIA site where we had to register with them. Jim not having a computer meant the lad was struggling. We went on Yahoo to register with the email, which the SIA required, but every time we sent for a confirmation number, none arrived! Three times we tried without any luck. Did a search for help, but got none.
Ultra frustrating. I could not even get the lad on email so he could pursue his application. After several hours of trying out best, we had to give up on it. I felt terrible not being able to help out. Then the poor bloke had to catch buses home. I felt useless.
It was near to my usual kipping downtime after Jim had gone home, disappointed and frustrated.
However, in my depth of depression at my failure to help Jim, I decided to go out to town and get some photographicalisations for the TFZer Gang, and fodder.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications. Then I grubbled around and got things sorted, and off out to catch the bus. Called in the Obergrupenfurheresses Cabin, and Cathy and her Mother were in the hut.
We had a laugh and nattering session: then I caught the L9 bus to town.
IT looked a proper summer day as I took this photo through the bus window on Upper Parliament Street, at the South entrance to the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).
Then sunshine and warmth seemed to go down well with the Nottinghamian shoplifters. There were many smiles on display today.
I got off the bus at the Queen Street terminus and limped down to the Old Slab Square. With an odd nagging annoyance with me all the way, about not being able to have helped out Jim, earlier.
In front of the Council House was a slow leak from underground pipes to the fountains and paddling pool. (I assumed).
It had spread all the way across to South Parade.
As I took this photograph, memories were induced, of many years ago. Some horrific, others beautiful, others emotionally shattering.
Things I thought I’d never recall again floated into the old grey cell box.
On South Parade, near Peck Lane, there was a Wedding Car parked up. They do wedding celebration do’s in the Council House, for a charge of course. I looked this up later and found this: “Did you know you can book your wedding reception or other celebratory events at the prestigious Council House in the Old Market Square?- Exclusive use of the Council House for a Saturday evening is £1500 (which can include a 4 pm Marriage or Civil Partnership Ceremony in the Grand Ballroom or Dining Room)” Grand Ballroom? Dining Room? I didn’t know they were inside there?
This git on a delivery bike, (and many others) was belting about all over the place, weaving at speed between the unemployed benefit seekers of Nottingham. (Hehe, only joking folks). The swine was so close to hitting me and others as he rode so dangerously, leaving a few in his wake questioning his parentage, and suggesting he goes forth and multiplies.
I ambled along and around for a while, then made my way to the Poundland store on Lister Gate.
Where a giant of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly had me over as well!
I visited the shop and spent a fair bit, leaving with a reasonably well-filled bag of goodies. Vienesse Whirls, Wagon Wheels, Orange Creams, Caremalised biscuits (packs of 2) and Cheese crackers for the raffle prizes and nibble box. Mini Pork Pies, and some foil cook-in-the-oven containers. Paid at the self-serve checkout (I’m getting better at using these!) and departed.
Went to the M & S food hall. Where more fodder was purchased: Breakfast Tea bags, chunky chips, triple-cooked chips and one small Melton pork pie. Paid, gain at the self-serve tills. Twice today now, I’ve used these, and without any having to ask for help. Swank Mode Adopted. Hehe! Struggling with the weight of the bag now.
Off back to the Slab Square, and took this picture of the Council House. A few folks in the fountains enjoying themselves.
A good count of Nottinghamians doing what they are best at; flopped down lazing while using their mobile phones and iPods. With their Niacin, trigonelline, putrescine, Acetylmethylcarbinol, dimethyl disulfide, 3.5 Dicaffeoylquinic acid, Quinic acid, 2-ethylphenol, theophylline, caffeine and water: In other words, Costa, Starbucks and Caffé Nero mugs at hand. Haha!
I made my way across the square and up to the top of Queen Street.
It was strange not to see any clouds in the sky in Nottingham, especially in May.
My earlier failure to help an old mate out, I found quisquose to handle and caused me anguish.
Caught the bus, and had a good bash at the crosswords en route home. Well, as far as Carlton Road; I think I fell asleep then. Well, it is late for this old-timer, you know!Haha!
I made sure I did not fall asleep again, for fear of missing the bus stop at the flats. I arrived back on Chestnut Walk.
Called in the Obergruppenfurheresses Shack, and had a laugh or two with Cathy and two others in there.
I took these photographicalisations of the upgrading stage of the complex, as I left the hut. I think they are going to name it Windwood Heights when its all finished.
Winwood Heights - New Name?
Winchester Court - Old windows to be done yet
Winchester Court - Old windows to be done yet
Woodthorpe Court and the New Extra-Care block
So late, and I was so tired when I got back in the flat. A wee-wee first and had a wash, changed into night attire.
Got the oven heating up to cook the chips in. Then put away the other fodder and did the Health Checks. Got the chips in the kiln and prepared the plate with the rest of the food: Gerkhins, beetroot, pork pie, sugar-snap peas and tomatoes. Put some Caramelised balsamic vinegarette on the pork, vinegar on the chips and onion salt on the tomatoes.
It tasted blooming scrumptious!
Went to do the washing up! Found that I’d left the oven on.
Turned it off and so foolishly thought I’d give it a quick wipe over. I’ll get the knuckle skin off of the inner oven wall, later. What a schmuck!
Despite this enlivening episode, I got my head down, putting the TV on to ensure I’d drop off quickly. I had not needed the TV on, I drifted off within minutes of an episode of ‘Hustle’ starting.
0400hrs: Woke and spent a few moments deep in uhtceare, battling against my own fears, worries and imagination. Oh, and sulking over the discrepancy between my own sad existence and that of our privileged, unencumbered, opulent and well-heeled oligarchy. The Governments informational dominance and nihilism concerned me as well. Inequality produces jealousy!
I had to stop my gentle pandiculating, as the back was playing up this morning.
Slowly, the grey-cells regained some loose-connection with reality, and I wandered off to get the Health Checks seen too.
And what blooming shock! The sphygmomanometer worked the first try, but look at the results on the left below!
I was startled and bewildered at the readings. I turned off the machine and gave it a few seconds and tried again! The second one looked far healthier. But getting the ridiculous readings of the first one, as I said, baffled me. How did that happen? If they were right, surely I should be feeling unwell, or be dead? A confounded, confused Inchcock writing here!
I made a brew and perused the wonderful view out towards Nottingham. But, I was niggled with seeing the large window ledges outside, that block the view when tenants try to look downwards to the ground. Especially the bald-headed, hearing aids wearing ones with a mechanical ticker, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Duodenal Donald, Harold Haemorrhoids and Hernia Harry. Who want to take photographs, or look to see if any emergency vehicles have arrived, because they cannot hear the fire alarm, but can no longer do so.
The mangled balcony bases, awaiting fittings, the wall fillings foam sticking out, which in turn reminded me of the other work still to be done. The dreaded messy fitting of the sprinkler system, the new communication set-up, the thought of more carpet destroying and furniture splashing plastering to be done, The… It doesn’t matter!
By gum, where did that come from? Can I blame the low Sys and Dia? Hehe!
Off to the Porcelain Throne. A less bothersome session this time. As for the almost bloodless evacuated product, think of a large can of meatballs in gravy.
Washed-up and got the computer on to created last weeks HC results and to make this graph.
0655hrs: Herbert above dropped something heavy. Sorry, ignore that, for a moment I’d forgotten what I was ordered to do: “Live with it, he is doing nothing wrong!” (May I take this opportunity to apologise to Nottingham City Homes, [I don’t want to get evicted] Thank You)
I got the weekend post finished off and posted. Then made a start on this one up to here.
Then back onto CorelDraw to create some more Inchcock page header graphics.
After a while, I got up out of the computer chair to make a small mug of tea and have a wee-wee and got another ‘electric-shock-like’ stab from the lower back. Tsk!
Pressed on with the graphics for six-and-a-half hours. In front with them now. And I had company from Herbert banging and clanging, at 1010, 1014, 1018, 1020, 1022, 1032, 1040, 1055 and 1110hrs. But I shouldn’t mention this, naughty Inchcock! You must put up and live with these noises, he is doing nothing wrong. As I was told when I got a mouthful for my asking to live in peace.
Got the health checks were done, and the stew cooking. Beans, tomatoes, minced pork and diced potatoes, various veg, as was available on the cook.
Had a go on Facebooking while it cooked.
1358hrs: Good God, Herbert is drilling something now, well it sounds like it! But still, I have to put up with it, he is doing nothing wrong ensuing his hobby of making models. As I was commanded by the Management!
Felt a little, not a lot, depressed. For I so dislike these Bank Holidays. No buses, stuck indoors, other folk getting out and about going for meals, visiting friends and family, going out to shows, cinemas etc.
Of course, it’s all jealousy and self-hatred, and this emotion does not last long, then I feel guilty for having them.
Seeing these two little full-of-energy dogs taking their owner for a walk, I enjoyed watching them until they were out of view. Pulling me out of the morbid bout of the melancholy.
Got the nosh served up.
Ate it with the accompaniment drilling and grinding noises from Herbert in the flat above.
Another good meal. Rated as a 9.45/10 on the flavour.
Suddenly felt so tired, I got the pots washed and did the Health Checks and got the TV on, feeling assured that this would help get me to sleep.
The phone light lit up, I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and answered it. It was a con-artist. I hung up as the caller asked for confirmation, soon as I heard the word!
Had a wee-wee and got back in the recliner. Nothing I wanted to watch on the box, but sleep would not come, and I ended up blankly staring at the screen without the headphones on, like a robot that had little power supplied to it. Hehe!
Herbert above offering some more drilling noises occasionally. Normally, with the headphones on, I would maybe not have heard him. But with them off, at least I stood a little chance of hearing any alarms.
The right ankle started to sting a bit, without any reason?
The camera, handily placed on the Ottoman, was used to take a photo of it. I applied some antiseptic cream, and it calmed down straight away? I wondered if all the sitting down at the computer might be the cause of the odd colours on my foot?
With sleep not arriving, I had to get up for a wee-wee, so I changed channels on the TV to the CCTV monitor. Which was working, a rarity recently.
Getting a bit dark now, but I could see Cyndy doing her bit as she held open the door for a chap in one of those buy-your-own mobility scooters.
I still struggled to nod-off.
It was very late by the time I did, well gone midnight.
Then woke at 0315hrs in need of a wee-wee, so stayed up.
0120hrs: A terrible night for not being able to get to sleep. Gave-up and got-up. Had a wee-wee. Then collated the second bag of washing and accoutrements, and down to the laundry room.
Set the washer going and back up to the apartment.
Made a small mug of tea and started to do the Health Checks. For some unknown to me reason, the sphygmomanometer took me four attempts at starting it before it gave the readings. Kept coming up EE for error. I knew the batteries were not old?
Blimus! The readings had changed this morning! But, thinking about it, I had been up and down a bit with doing the laundry. So this may have affected them.
Another wee-wee.
0158hrs: Down to swap the clothing from the washer to the dryer. The filter had not been cleaned.
Up again to the flat, set the timer to remind me about the laundry drying being done and got on with sorting the photographs for the diaries.
Made a start, up to here in this diary, then I went on to finalise yesterday’s blog.
But ran out of time, as the alarm reminder chirped into life to tell me the drying clothes should be ready for collection.
So, another wee-wee and down in the lift again, and collected the laundry from the dryer.
I pooped… Hahaha! I left this typo-error in, what a comical one!: I popped outside to see how the weather was and found it war with no wind, rain or mist. We are are going to have a spell of hot weather methinks, for the holiday weekend. I checked on the web later. It said the hottest Bank Holiday Monday for donkey’s years is on its way.
Not that I will be going far with no bus service for the flats for two days.
Got back in the apartment, and stored the cleaned togs away. Had a wee-wee and made another small mug of tea, as the last one, I let go cold. Tsk!
Then I finally got around to updating the Friday post.
Onto CorelDraw/Paint to get some urgently needed diary top graphics done.
Six hours later now, and only three done, but they are decent ones, I think.
Made a brew, had a wee-wee and went on the WordPress Reader.
Got the potatoes in the oven.
Did the Health Checks.
Feeling tired now, and a bit low, I don’t like holiday weekends and having no buses servicing the flats for two days.
I sat listening to Herbert’s clattering about, while I waited for the potatoes to be baked.
Removed the spuds from the oven, cut them in halves and took out the flesh from the husks, into a bowl and mashed them up with some extra-strong cheddar cheese and onion salt with vinegar. Flesh replaced into the skins, and forked the top of them, to help get a crispy burnt top. Mmm! Back in the oven and set the timer.
Back to the recliner and boy, did the mind ramble and fret, then. I allowed myself to get feeling pitiably sorry for myself, angry at injustices, hatred for the way the world was losing any sense of morality and my being stuck indoors for three days.
A message came through, asking for help. No idea what with, but I knew the names and rang the number given. Luckily it was okay and not a con. The person is coming to see me on Tuesday, with hopes from him and me, that I can give some aid with his problem.
This delay meant the moment I rang off off the phone, I could smell the burning potatoes.
As it turned out, they were burnt spot-on how I like them. Phew! A great flavoured, 9.45/10 rated meal! With the cheesy roast spuds being relished as I gobbled them up. Ate the lot, everything. Not a crumb left on the plate.
I felt very content inside as I went off to utilise the Porcelain Throne. As I was leaving the wet room after washing up, Dizzy Dennis paid me a violent visit. This proved to be one of worst he has ever affected me. I didn’t go over, but this was I think, due to the fact, that I sat down and stayed down and did the breathing thing.
This was the end of my active day. I remained in that chair, the mind in a muddle all night long, getting some sleep in hours later, but only about three hours worth.
Sunday, 6th May 2018
Better day of the two, by far!
Spiritualistic Dream? Hehe!
Around 0330hrs, I woke with a start, with bits of a dream apparently in my head. I immediately scribbled some notes on the pad to use later, while the recollections were obtainable before they evaporated into the ether.
The brain eventually interfaced grudgingly with the body (in a fashion), with a certain inertia.
As I positioned myself for escaping from the £300 second-hand recliner, I prayed that the adiaphorous Dizzy Dennis would not return again, this morning. Getting to my feet, I was temporarily gladdened to find no indications of dizziness as I carefully (Obviously not careful enough) walked into the kitchen to do the Health Checks. Unfortunately, I stubbed a toe on the shelving units on the way there. Huh!
I must try to get out today for a hobble: I might go to the Woodthorpe Grange Tropical House. This may help the blood flow and make the chances of another attack from Dizzy Dennis less likely?
Got the kettle on, and sorted the Health Check paraphernalia out. The hemadynamometer took three tries to get it to work.
The resultant readings seemed well within range again today.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. No drama, hassle, bleeding or pain was involved in this evacuation.
Washed the pots from last nights nosh.
Got the computer on to update this diary.
I consulted the notes I’d made for last nights dream as I made the top graphic.
I started off in the old control room where I last worked, with the foyer for the flats on the monitor. The fact that it was many years after I was in the Control Room before being made superfluous before I knew of these flats, everything seemed to me to be normal. Seeing the ghost or spirit on the screen, I put my hand through the monitor to try and grab it? – Next thing, I was in my apartment looking at the TV and the old control office? – Then, this ghost appeared in the room, an old lady who spoke! She told me that embroidery (Or needlework, something like this) is very relaxing? – Next, I was back in the old control room, and it was full of ghosts milling about, but no one else could see them… Very odd!
Went to make another small mug of tea, and off went the grey-cell holding box, fretting, fearing, worrying, anticipating and predicting.
The need for a wee-wee helped me to reign in its meanderings.
Especially when things needing cleaning up and the anti-bleed Daktacort cream applying.
0415hrs: Back to the computer and made a start on this Sunday bit of the post.
Off for another wee-wee. Huh!
0630hrs: I took this photo with the old small Nokia from the kitchen window. It shows the Nottingham City Hospital in the background.
I loaded it into CorelDraw and saved it as 32bit instead of 24bit format, and it came out a lot clearer than usual.
The stomach, has started grumbling and rumbling a bit?
Went on to the WordPress Reader page. No comments had come in, so none to reply too (See how quick I worked that one out? Hehe!).
Off to the ablutionisationing session. All went well, no cuts shaving, Harold’s Haemorrhoids not bleeding, and Inchies lesion easier to clean and medicate this time. The shower head needs looking at, blocking up a little.
Got the waste bags sorted and took them with me and dropped them off at the chute, as I left.
The usual grubbing about to make sure I’d got everything needed before I left the flat, and checked things were not left on or off that shouldn’t be; like lights, power sockets, cooker and taps. And off I trundled.
I hobbled around the back of the apartment buildings and took two photographs of the current condition they are in. I shot the second one so you could see the new buildings progress, for the 44 Extra Care flats and the Wehrmacht Wardens offices and HQ. Oh, and the rooftop seating.
Coming along slowly, but it all looks like they know what they are doing. These workers are very skilled (Particularly in ruining the carpets in flat 72 with wet plaster), And they are to return to finish off the job on the gaps and holes in the window frames, and broken pelmets soon. But they generously told me they would come and take a look at the state of the carpets for me. That was three weeks ago, but I am still hopeful they will get around to me. Should I have mentioned this? Or is it ‘Not Done or acceptable?’
The weather was sunshine with little wind. But of course I could not take advantage of the sun, and wisely I kept the skin covered up. Still enjoyed the walk, though. My neighbour was playing football with one of his grandkids at the dead end of Chestnut Walk, near the cut-through onto Woodthorpe Grange Park. We exchanged greetings, and I made my way up the beaten path and into the field.
I found myself treading with care to avoid standing on the most glorious to me, new Spring flowers in the sunshine.
As I made the way up the hill, I decided to walk there and back under the trees and through to the topiary growth area, via the paths available. To afford me some little protection from the full blare of the sunshine.
It really was a most pleasant limp-along. I could just hear some shouting, and it took me a while to locate where it was coming from.
I was surprised that I could hear it, for it was emanating from way-away at the top over the footpath on the football pitch. A ladies football team train and play on this ground, and whoever the bloke with the voluminous voice, he was giving some vocals. Hehe!
I pressed on savouring the peace, enjoying seeing the others enjoying themselves and I felt a little elated for some reason?
As I walked through the last bit of tended garden area before the entrance to the Garden Shop and Tropical Garden, I thought I could smell Bdellium in the air? Now there is something! I could remember the smell, but not the name, I had to look that up. Many years ago when I was at night school, training for my Grocers Institute Award, some Bdellium was brought into the meeting hall as part of the course, and I have never it seems, forgotten the beautiful aroma from it. I think it used to be used in making soap products and fresheners? Again, as I recall, the tutor said it came from Myyrh trees. I didn’t know these grew in this country, do they? Whatever it was, it reminded me strongly of smell, then, anyway. I don’t know why I bothered saying all that – it’s not earth-shattering, essential or imperative news, is it? Hahaha!
I went around the flower oval, up the hill and into the Garden Centre. There were many thousands of seedlings if that is the word?) all over, in any free space they had, including the front of the Tropical House, as well as the many large glasshouses all being in use for this job.
I notice some delicate white flowered little plants and fell in love with them straight away. They were Commelinaceae, of course. The proper name of Tradescantia Fluminensis, from South America, everyone knows this. Even I did as soon as I read the card stuck in the soil. Hehehe! No idea why I took a shine to these in particular?
Two ladies and a young boy were the only other visitors with me in there.
The lad nearly fell into the goldfish pond! Bless him! He was not in the least fazed by this, but his Mother was!
I tried to take a photo of the fish that included a brown carp, but it didn’t come out too well I’m afraid.
Then I saw these red-flowered plants that were growing alongside the edge of the pond. Unfortunately, there was no interpretive sign near them to identify them with. Rare but beautiful!
The heat in there forced me to leave before I’d had a proper look around. Not that I minded, for it leaves me with the option of a return visit when there are no buses available again later in the month.
After I left the centre and started to walk back the way I came, I got myself underneath a blossom tree of some sort (I think) and took this picturesque shot of leaves and old warped branches. At times, I can understand people talking to trees. In fact, I had a one-sided gossip with this one. (Haha!)
As I hobbled through the unkempt park of the layout, which incidentally is my favourite bit of the park, I could hear the barking voice again.
It came from the football pitch in the distance. Off course, I couldn’t make out what the chap was shouting, but was amazed I could hear the man’s voice from so far away.
A few yards further down the hill, and, got that smell of the Bdellium in my nostrils again.
I got underneath an ancient warped, deformed tree, thinking this was where the scent came from, but no, it wasn’t. I never smelt it again anywhere on the walk home. I took out the hearing aids, and the stroll seemed more peaceful than ever.
I took a belated zoomed-in shot of the old Manor House, now Nottingham City Council’s offices.
About 2/3rds of the way back when and Sister Jane rang on the mobile. Amazingly it was clear to listen to, and I only had to asked her what she said about four times.
We had an excellent nattering session all the way back, down the hill into the building and into the lift…
I got in the lift and was listening to Jane telling me off about something or other, oh, no, I tell a fib, she was saying how she and Pete went out the other night into town, wining and dining I think. Anyway, I stood there in the elevator harkening to her, and it dawned on me, this lift is taking a long time… then the door opened, and a lady got in. I realised then, it was still on the ground floor and I had not pressed the button for the 12th floor! What a shlemiel. Hehe!
Said our cheerios, and got in the flat, straight to the wet room for a wee-wee.
Got the oven warming to use later for the chips. I’d decided on oven chips, canned pork knuckle and tomatoes for the nosh.
Computer turned on and spent three hours updating this diary up to here.
Went to make another small mug of tea, and noticed a young couple taking advantage of the excellent weather, just below the bottom of the tree copse. Right on the mowed footway. Ah, memories!
I used the Lumix and tried a really zoomed-in shot after taking the normal one. I think there is a way of setting it up to use the macro, (Not sure what this means, but I believe it is for close-up shots) which may or not, have produced a better zoomed shot? But, this fact is irrelevant, cause I can’t work out how to find the option to use it anyway. What a sad Schlump I be!
Had a go on the WordPress Reader section.
I was feeling well stonkered and exhausted suddenly. So sorted the nosh and tucked into it, an excellent one it was, too.
Bit of clanging about from Herbert up above, but it was only for a short time.
Again sleep was reluctant to come, so I put on the Heartbeat DVD. Got a few minutes into the episode, and had to get off to the wet room to tend to the fungal lesion that had started to leak blood. I got it stopped with surprising ease this time.
Back to get the head down again. Eventually achieving the blissful state of sleep mode!
0420hrs: Woke, after nodding off and sleeping through seven (Yes, Seven!) blissfully uninterrupted hours! And, waking in the exact same position, as I fell asleep in! But the woolly bob-hat was no longer on my head. Not a problem in reality, but another mystery for the old codger (me) all the same.
I spent a while trying to recall a dream I’d had, something about me climbing on the outside of the block of flats, and being chased? Then, I dismounted from the £300 second-hand recliner, with relative ease this morning, and carried out a search for the missing black woolly hat. But, it was nowhere to be found at this stage. I put the puzzlement away in the storage section, in the file marked “Something else to worry about later” of my grey-cells. Haha!
Went for a wee-wee, washed and got the sphygmomanometer out and did the Health Checks. The readings looked better this morning.
Made a brew and took the medications
Putting away medical equipment and tablets, I could hear a humming noise. I put in the hearing aids and had a wander around trying to locate and or work out what was making the sound, without any luck.
It stopped a few minutes later anyway.
The woolly hat situation was bothering me again. So I had a sauntering session around the other rooms, just in case I might have had a noctambulation and not remembered and left the hat somewhere; although waking in the very similar position to that which I was in at my hypnagogic state, would indicate this is not the case, surely?
Noticed the beautiful view from the junk-room window, and took this photographicalisation.
I had to nip sharpishly back to the Porcelain Throne room. Only Just in time too, blimey talk about a close call! Phew! Another clean-up made a brew for the mug that had gone cold while I was in the evacuation room (Hehe!), then I had a search around for elusive black woolly cap again. No luck!
Got the computer on to update yesterday’s diary. And guess what?
I gave up trying to work on the diaries and went to check on the CorelDraw to see if it might be the computer that was slowing everything down for some reason. CorelDraw was working normally. I turned off the Liberty-Virgin box and did a few minutes prep-work on some graphics.
Ths sun rising from behind Woodthorpe Court kept appearing and disappearing. I got the Lumix and took these pictures from the kitchen window, within a minute of each of them. Bootiful!
Then I tried the WordPress again, the computer was still slow, but it did improve gradually. So I got on with updating the Thursday post and got it posted off!
Time for the ablutions now. Back in a bit folks, TTFN.
I’m back to update things again.
Had a jolly-good ablutioning session. The lesion not too bad, all in all, I’m in a fair condition. (Naturally, I am speaking physically, not mentally, Hehe!)
All readied and off for a walk through my beloved tree Copse. I made this slideshow of photographs later, of the hobble up the and through this delightful coppice.
Over the road and up to the Copse
Looking South at the path entry
Entering the Copse
The beaten track up - sad the roots are coming up
Still not fully in bloom yet
The beaten track up - sad the roots are coming up
The beaten track up - sad the roots are coming up - near the top
Out into Woodthorpe Grange Park
Down the footpath to the clinic
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I intended to try the find the route to the local surgery. Just in case they will accept me as a patient, to see if it is easily accessible.
The other tenants had told me it was down this path I had to go to get to it, and it wasn’t far.
So off into the passageway I hobbled. (the feet were still painful from last Wednesday’s soaking in the rain I got going to Carrington to get to the Sherrington Park Medical Practice.
Ah, I thought, the standard Nottingham Graffiti made me feel at home already.
The naughty young schmucks!
I wondered if it was the same gang of youths and youthessess who had conned someone into letting them into the Woodthorpe Court and stolen the Fire Extinguishers last week from the front lobby and lift area, that still No residents were walking been replaced?
I understand that the Grenfell flats didn’t have any either. Well, that’s what William told me.
I pressed on down the alleyway, and blow me down with a feather duster, I heard the humming noises again, just like those I’d heard earlier?
I exited with a nice view straight in front of me, but a dilemma all the same. Which way do I go now?
Decision making and taking have not been my strong point for a few years now. (I know, but becoming a klutz was inevitable, all my male family members over the years have gone the same way. Humph!)
I decided the road to the right, would bring me out too early.
So went straight on and down the hill.
No residents were walking about for me to inquire of for the location of the medical centre.
I pressed on, thinking that if I took a right at the bottom of the road, I would be well positioned to come out somewhere near the doctor’s establishment.
I limped on down to the bottom.
It was a dead end! Which proved to be wrong later, but had I taken it, when I looked at the map to make the route photo, I’d have missed the centre).
So I about turned and started to walk back up the road.
I did feel a right schlemiel.
I stopped and looked down each of the four side-roads on the hill. But my ambivalence and shilly-shallying proved too much for me to make up my mind whether to try one of these routes or not.
Salvation presented itself to me, as a man, woman and dog appeared across the road.
I approached them and made inquiries as to where the Medical Centre was. It was along the next road down the hill, and they were going that way.
“Follow us”, the pair said pleasantly. I tried, but they were too fast for me to keep up. Tsk!
They kindly stopped well ahead of me at the end of the road, and I could see the lady saying something to me, but not hear what it was. Then the lady pointed, and I knew she meant it (The doctors), was here. I put up my thumb in thanks.
I pressed on and found the clinic building on the corner of the bend in Elmsmere Gardens.
The entrance was further on when I arrived there, I stood building-up the confidence to go in to ask them if they are taking on patients
I thought I’d nibble a couple of the sugar-snap peas I’d taken with me. As I stood up from grubbling in the bag for the peas and looked up, I was surrounded by people; patients and nurses! The gentleman with his face blanked-out asked me not to show his face. So I respected his request.
The Fire Alarm had activated. Giving me the perfect excuse not to go in. Chicken-livered old twit! I think it may have been their Guardian Angels that set the alarm off? Cause if they take me on, they will soon find out what a nuisance me and my ailments will be to them. Haha!
I walked down Ellesmere Gardens onto and down left onto Mansfield Road. Passing as neat a piece of Nottingham Street Art I’ve seen for some time.
I walked down the hill and up it to the Continental Store in Sherwood.
On the walk down, I got the feeling everyone was looking, staring at me for some reason. Most disconcerting. I looked down to make sure I’d got my trousers on, not jammies, shoes, not slippers and my zip was done up. Mmm?
Into the Continental Food Store, where I bought a few bits after having a look around for a while.
I got a small sliced continental loaf of bread, a can of Turkish patlican kizartma (Fried Sliced Eggplant) and one tin of bean stew with pork. Not a cheap spend, but I know I do enjoy the bean stew and bread. The eggplant was a brain-storm decision I think. Tsk! I’ve no idea what it tastes like?
I paid the lady and departed. As I hobbled down to Winchester Street, I decided to walk back up to the Birds shop, and get some cream cakes, three, one each for Obergruppenfurheress Deana and Sturmscharführer Julie as a treat for their weekend break, and one for me.
Paid up, and back out to Winchester Street Hill, in the hopes that an L9 bus may be due, and save me the struggle up back to the flats.
Regrettably, the next L9 was due in 55 minutes. Ah, well!
Half-way up, before the really steep part of the road is to be tackled, I stopped a couple of minutes, to rest the plates-of-meat.
I’d was stood with a view of both blocks of flats in the distance. So took a photograph of them.
The blocks looked so peaceful from far away. If only, folk knew the truth. Hahaha!
Getting close to the last really steep part of Winchester Street and the petrichor from the overgrown bushes that had forced their way through the fencing to arrive at the sun was lovely to smell.
That last short bit of the hill was crippling for my feet. Anne Gyna was not too happy about climbing it either. But Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald were all okay with it, and no pains form them at all on the journey? I’m not whining over this at all, but I was a little confused by this good fortune – I’m not familiar with or used to it, you know. Hehe!
I stopped at the top when I reached Chestnut Walk and took a photo of the welcoming sight that greeted me.
I called in the Wardens Den and handed over the cream cakes to Oberstleutnant Warden Julie.
At least I brought a smile to her face, bless her cotton socks. I like giving little treats occasionally.
As I walked, well, limped, well, hobbled back to the flat, I noticed how well the Willmott Dixon lads had done with the under-cladding fitting to Woodthorpe Court. I reckon they had done another three floors, judging by the colouring of the outer walls.
The khaki bits are where they have done so far. Still, a lot more to be done yet, mind. Then the actual cladding to go on as well. Furthermore, the other block of flats, Winchester Court, will then need doing.
I’d enjoyed that little ramble out and about this morning.
The worker-lads doing the outside of the block were giving it some hammer when I got in the apartment. And they are not working on my side of the building yet! Still, it’s all part of the Governments ‘let’s-kill-off-the-old-uns-and-save-money’ policy, I expect. I can be a bit humorously quixotic at times. Hehehe!
Knowing the noise is from the workers, makes it acceptable, but Herbert up above me was joining in, although not for long, with his clattering, tap-tapping and… Sorry, I forgot about my being told to just put up with it.Naughty me!
I divested myself of the coat, changed into my slippers, took the hearing aids out, put the kettle on and the oven on low then went for a wee-wee. It will be interesting when the drilling gets right outside the flat. However, no avoiding it and it is for our own good, you know. Well, any of us tenants who live long enough to get the benefit of increased electricity bills thanks to the new heaters. We can play with the bits of… Tsk! I’ve done it again, almost mentioning something that I have been banned from putting on my blog. Silly boy!
I put away the fodder I’d bought. Then got the computer on and began to update (In between wee-wees) this hogwash. It took me ages, due to the many pointless photographs I took while out and about. But I can’t help it, please forgiveth me.
So tired now, but not feeling weary at all, yet.
Some mail was delivered. A rubbish Can-I-sell-You Catalogue, The GUM clinic and the DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin results. I’m glad this arrived, cause the caring Sherrington Medical Centre decided not to inform me of anything about the blood test… well, not as yet anyway. But, it was good news. The INR level was very close to the target figure at 3.2 (3.5-target). The doses until 16th May are easy to remember, 2 a night all the way through.
The clinic letter was not such good news. Just my luck, I get the IRN within range so they can do the op at the clinic next week, and they cancelled it again but gave me a date for it three weeks late. Not their fault, the specialist is poorly. I can almost guarantee that the INR level will be too low or high by then, and prevent it going ahead once more.
Still, things are okay today. Apart from the cramps that have just started in the elbows and hands again. Maybe the joints are something else though, I’ve never had this problem before? You’ve got to laugh!
Making a mug of tea and I took this picture out of the kitchen window, and it inaugurated me speculating when I looked at it while resizing it.
It opened a lot of thoughts as the brain went off on one it’s wandering incoherent trails of utter confusion, a melange of inconceivability…
I hate the wide window sills that prevent me from taking good photographs.
I love seeing the dogs taking their owners for a walk in the park.
I admire the car owner who can manage to reverse into the parking space.
I’m worried about the tree Copse not thickening out.
♫Where have all the people gone, long time passing, where have all the…♫ Sorry about that, I’m losing it? Especially now: I can’t get the tune out of my head. Hehe!
What day is it?
Better take the medications and get the Health Checks done now
Got the Health Checks sorted out.
I got the spuds in the oven and returned to the computer, to close it down.
Had a wee-wee, wash and got into the jammies, just in time for the nosh to be prepared when the potatoes had cooked nice and brown and crispy!
It took a good while to get the fodder presented on the plate. Why did you ask? I hope, hehe!
Well, I got the shakes while sorting it all out, had to retrieve the dropped rashers of bacon, which took an inordinately long time for me to get back up afterwards. Then to wash the bacon. By which time the almost perfectly cooked for once sliced seasoned potatoes had started to go cold! Ei! Ei! The tomatoes were delicious.
But, I ate it all, and although with a certain amount of guilt, I enjoyed the cream cake muchly!
After several hours of complete failure to get to sleep. I felt tired enough, but the tormenting mind was waffling and rambling away about everything, analysing each thought, worry or fear; and along came a new one and the previous concern was forgotten about all together?
In the early hours, I gave up on getting any sleep at all and got up, deciding to do the laundry. Humph!
Jean-Claude, has a Spock infatuation, perhaps? Hehe!
Thursday 3rd May 2018
Swahili: Alhamisi 3 Mei 2018
0200hrs: I stirred into a semi-life mode. The shakes/shivers that woke along with me soon dissipated. I laid there in the £300 second-hand recliner, and reigned-in my wandering worries, fears, anxiousness, apprehensiveness and disquietude and going off on its own chosen path. I thought perhaps I was lucky not to be feeling poorly after getting back from the blood test yesterday; bedraggled, after getting soaked through in the rain and splashes from the passing traffic getting to the surgery and back.
Off to the wet room for a wee-wee. I decided to get some of the washing done, and I was soon going down in the lift to the laundry room with the bag of clothing.
Back up and got the Health Checks.
The readings all looked good to me.
I cleaned up the washing in the sink.
Then off for another wee-wee.
I make a reminder note for later, telling myself of the Morrison order coming later than usual, twixt 0800 > 0900hrs, so I need to start the ablutions and medicationalisational activities at 0700hrs.
0300hrs: Time to return down to move the washing into the dryer.
I nipped out through the foyer doors, to see what the weather was like.
Amazingly, it had been raining. Sarcastic Mode Adopted Here. Hehe! But none at the moment.
Move the togs into the other machine and cleaned the washer drum inside.
Back to the apartment. Had a wee-wee, and got the computer on to update and finalise yesterdays post.
As I was posting it off, it was time to go down again to collect the laundry.
Got the gear out and folded ready to go into the bag, cleaned the filter and washed the inner drum.
You can tell I used the old little Nokia for this photograph, can’t you? It is so tiny and hard to hold steady, even when I am not suffering from the Colin Cramps or Shaking Shauns.
I was doing well avoiding any Whoopsiedangleplops up to now. (He foolishly says, and is sure he will regret it later!)
Got the washing stored away. Then onto the computer to make a start on this post. While sorting the photographs out to use, I found the picture of last nights nosh!?!?! A delightful effort that I really did enjoy and gave a 9.3/10 rating to. The crock-pot cooked pork shoulder slices with red onions tasted just grand!
Got the wet Wednesday dairy sent off.
But and however, the real mystery is that I could not find this picture on any SD card earlier. I remember going through every card in search of it. Now, I see it on the first card I searched? What do you think; Aliens, senility, spirits, dementia, psychosis, an aberration or insanity?
I stopped to make a small mug of tea, after taking a wee-wee.
This time from the kitchen window to the right, showing my balcony base at the bottom with Noisy Herberts above. The light mist on the horizon didn’t show up well.
Back to doing the updating for a while.
Thought I’d take a look at the WordPress reader.
Then the comments.
Time to get the ablutions tended to. Back soon.
Just got the cleaning, cleansing and medicating finished, and the Morrison Delivery arrived. There didn’t seem to be much delivered for £46.
One of the ready meals had split open in transit. Luckily it was in a bag with the other meal and nothing else. Huh!
Still, it took some fitting into the cupboards and fridge, all the same.
Sorted and took the black bags to the waste chute.
Then back to verify that I had not left anything one that should be off and vise-versa.
Then decided to cut up the pork shoulder into small pieces and into the slow-cooker. Adding some BBQ cooking sauce to the water. Put it on the low setting and turned it on.
I mistakenly took the old mini-Nikon camera out with me in the pocket. Tsk!
Got in the lift to find a new sign up on the wall. They are now keeping some ear-plugs at the Obergruppenfurheresses HQ and Social Hut, for anyone who thinks they need them while the under-cladding is being applied to the external walls. Bless their cotton socks!
The weather was free of precipitation and not cold at all, as I meandered along Chestnut Walk. (Cursing the yesterday’s rain and my getting soaked through, the shoes filled up with water, and now the feet are giving me some gip!)
Oddly, the noise from the lads drilling in the underpads did not bother me inside or out. This type of noise, when one can identify what is causing it, and know it is not necessary to get the upgrading done, is easy to cope with for me.
I got to the shed and entered. Went in the Gefrieteressess room and mentioned the plasteri… Oh, no, I can’t mention anything spoke of between the Gruppenfurheress Wardens and myself. I nearly forgot then! Suffice to say we spoke.
There were only about thirteen folks in attendance. I put the raffle prizes on the trolley, then took the nibble box around. A nice chinwag and laugh with Jenny and Cyndy, Bill (William on Sundays), May, Nora and a few others were enjoyed. Furheress Patch Manageress Angela was there today. I told her I had some… Oh, no, I’m barred from saying anything about this on my blog! I almost forgot again! We spoke.
Handed out my raffle tickets to two different tenants this week. BJ arrived.
Owing to a warm wet sensation down below, and my need for a wee-wee, I left early (Suspected bleeding from the Lesion) after giving my farewells.
I could see the Willmott Dixon lads working away up on the hoist outside Woodthorpe Court flats as I made my way back home.
Straight into the wet room to discover I was right about the bleeding down under. A stressful few minutes cleaning and medicating followed.
All better now, I succeeded in stopping it in no time.
Checked the crock-pot, a quick stir, it had to be quick so as not to allow too much heats to escape and ruin it and increased the setting to Auto. Made a really strong bigger mug of tea, using the Graham’s Gold Smooth Milk I’d ordered for a change. Really good drink! I used the new to me Lumix (But old fashioned) camera to take the photo.
Got the computer back on and did the Morrison order for delivery next week, Thursday 10 May – 0600hrs to 0700hrs.
Started to update this diary next. Took a while, with a few interspersed wee-wees along the way.
Took a break and being as the weather was absolutely gorgeous, I had a go at doing a panoramic shot through the window. I can only say, I thought it was a fair effort.
I decided to try again to get caught up on Facebook.
Oh, dear, dead slow again! Grumbleburgers! I’ll never get caught up with this! I wonder if it is a Facebook problem, or Virgin Media slowing me down? Mind you, this WordPress is going at its average speed? Hard work, this!
Went on CorelDrawing.
It then it dawned on me, I had not received an email or phone call from the Sherrington Park Medical Practice. I have no idea what my INR level is, what my dosages should be for this week or even when or if they have made an appointment for me? I’m losing faith in this place. I thought it odd on Wednesday when I visited and had to wait so long to get my blood test seen to. And the new receptionists who seemed like they did know what they were doing. I shall just ignore this, and if I do not get a communication from them, I’ll go to the Nottingham City Hospital for the test next week – that is when or if I do get a DVT letter with the results and date for the next test; it should arrive tomorrow.
I suppose I should really try to move and sign on with another surgery. But with all my ailments, they will not be too keen to sign me on, I think. If I could get in with the local doctor’s clinic nearby, I’ll miss getting soaked walking a mile to get to the Sherrington surgery each time, that’s another plus. Dr Vindla is a great straight talking lady who I appreciate a lot having as my doctor, but with the changes in receptionists, they are no longer up to the job and let me down so often with failing to keep me advised and booking appointments. I’m too namby-pamby in decision making. I need to know what dosages of Warfarin I should be taking! If the level is high or low, I might still be making it worse by taking the wrong amounts?
I’m a bit perplexed over this issue! I wonder if I should complain? I could do with someone going along with me to force some spunk and determination into. I’ll take a look at the leaflets next time I go (If I do go again, Humph!), I think I saw some about how to make complaints on the counter.
Got the meal prepared.
It was the ready-made meal of potatoes veg and minced pork. I added the pork shoulder from the slow-cooker that had been done in BBQ seasoning sauce. Most enjoyable indeed.
00315hrs: Woke up once again annoyed with my knowing that I had been dreaming, but with no clue as to what it was about. I checked the notepad, but no scribbling on it. Humph!
Then, it dawned on me how turbulent and eruptive the innards felt. They were almost bubbling with little not-really-painful, but irritating stabbings.
I withdrew my bulk from the £300 second-hand recliner and went off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. I was pleased to note that I had not left the tap or stove on. Sad innit?
Made a small mug of tea and utilised the sphygmomanometer.
The readings looked fine to me today.
I was glad that the pulse had gone up a bit at last.
I caught a glimpse of the mush in the mirror.
The Spotty Maldooners were still on my chubby, dimpled face cheeks. But again like yesterday, they did not seem so raw or bright.
I found two little spots of bleeding on the bridge of the nose. Very tiny, at first I thought they were new spots coming up until I touched one of them? No pain with them at all?
I remembered today at 1005hrs, I had the blood test with the nurse at the surgery. I went to make sure that the DVT REcord Card was in the jacket pocket. After a bit of grubbling, I found it in the inside pocket. Phew! I certainly did not want to forget it again, and get the “You pathetic old fool!” look from the nurse.
I made up next weeks dosage pot trays. Stored them away in the drawer, then realised I’d missed off the Naproxen! What a Nebech!
So I got them out again and corrected my grayz. Feh!
Then, the volatile innards violently vented into a movement! I think it might have been a great laugh for anyone who could have seen my farcical attempt to get to the Porcelain Throne in time. Picture a cartoon of a plump little man walking and keeping his legs crossed to get to the wet room without having an accidental evacuation – which in turn squashed his fungal lesion and started that bleeding. The idiot even managed to knock over a waste bin, spilling out the contents and stubbing his toe on the door frame on his panic-filled flustered hobble to the life-saving toilet!
The Throne session release was a great relief. Of course, it was a messy one, all the same, so needed cleaning up afterwards. Then, Little Inchies Lesion now warranted the need for the same and medicationalisationing. The stubbed toe was still stinging. But the old man pressed on, wiped the contact areas with his antiseptic disinfectant-sheets, washed his dandies and returned to the kitchen to pick up the rubbish he’s strewn all over the floor when he kicked over the waste bin earlier.
This was when he hit his shoulder on the countertop while getting back up with great difficulty, after bending to retrieve the contents of the bin from the floor.
Although it didn’t need to, my EQ informed me that this was not going to be a good day!
It was now drizzling and the morning had actually got darker over the last hour or so.
A foreboding of unpleasant weather in the offering, do you think?
I took a photo from inside (Bottom one) and then one from outside of the window.
Then got one with finishing the Tuesday post. Eventually, I got it finished and sent off to WordPress.
I worked that I must start doing the ablutions at 0700hrs, so no shower this morning, just when I could have done with one to freshen up from the earlier medical problems too! Tsk!
Made a beautiful medium mug of Breakfast tea.
Then started this post off.
Rushing things a bit, and making so many errors and losing time correcting them. I stopped working on the blog and had a short while creating page top material for use later.
Rushed off to do the ablutions.
Readied myself, and off I poddled to see if Cathy was in the Obergruppefhuresesses hut yet, to ask about the plastering process.
I was greeted on leaving through the lobby doors, by the pestering persistent precipitation and sharp winds.
I opened the very expensive so-called ‘Storm-Proof’ umbrella. Fingers crossed on this score!
Then, I waded through the puddles and down to the Temporary Brigadeführeresses Wardens Nerve-Centre and Social Shed.
There were two workmen having breakfast. I place two iced lollies in the fridge for Dean and Julie.
Gefreiteress Warden Julie joined us. And I explained about my going out. Julie said: (I have been barred by ‘The Management’ to say what she said). Hehe! True!
Dell-Boy Jaz said: (I have been barred by ‘The Management’ to say what he said).
Said my farewells, of out into the rain.
As I hobbled down Winchester Street Hill the stream of rainwater was making its way down to Mansfield Road at a reasonable rate of knots.
As I crossed over the road, my being careful about the traffic, enabled me to fill my left shoe with rain. Tsk!
As I was cutting though Mansfield Street then up Marshall Street onto Mansfield Road, a slight detour was needed before crossing the road.
As I started to walk up the A60 to Carrington and the surgery, I could feel the clothing on my back, and the trousers were squelching as I moved.
So much for the waterproof trousers, I’d bought!
I caught my first spray of water from a bus as it passed by.
I lost interest in avoiding the rest of them that came my way on the hobble when this first one part filled the carrier bag getting stuff soaked a bit. I know had the right shoe filled with water.
After I took this photo and had got to the top of the incline on this stretch of road, two more sprays of water had been received. Both feet were waterlogged, the ‘waterproof’ trouser bottoms up to about a foot or so were sodden through. And I was well fed-up!
Up and over the crest and down into Carrington.
With macerated feet, I got in the surgery passageway and did my best to shake off the wet and put the brolly in the bag.
Bedraggled, I entered and waited for a receptionist, any of the three of them at the back huddled over a computer would do for me. None approached me, so I went to sit down – this was not a good idea, but I could not stand up all the time. I was in a right pickle. I could even feel the PPs with their absorbed water being squashed out as I settled down in the chair.
I managed to save the crossword book from getting a drenching and began to do some puzzles. One of the receptionists came to each patient and gave us information updating form to fill in. I did not recognise any of the three girls, so I asked this one if she was aware of my name and my presence to see the nurse. I got a muffled reply and a scowl very nearly worthy of Lidl staff.
I filled in the form and took it to the reception, but again, no staff were at the desk, back at the computer. So I left in on the counter and returned to my crossword book; after an uncomfortable sitting down. Squelching and running rainwater within some regions of my anatomy. Nervous, apprehensive and unpleasant sensations arose!
Luckily, I had a good session in on the crosswords. Fair enough, I didn’t get any of them actually completed, but I must have worried one or two them. Hahaha!
Suddenly it dawned on me; it was half-an-hour beyond my appointment time! As I fretted that the receptionist had not booked me in – Nurse Ann appeared calling my name. I got the bag and followed her into the treatment room, explaining as we went along (While I thought of it), about the spots of bleeding on the bridge of the nose, and the blemishes. Within perhaps one second, she replied; “Keep your eye on them. We’ve been rushed here, you wouldn’t believe how busy!” That threw me off track with the things I wanted to mention to her, altogether.
After she took the blood and told me to hold my finger on it, she went into the other half of the room onto the computer. I did talk about getting soaked in the weather. She said she was nipping out and would be back in a while, keep pressing on the vein.
She returned and stuck a plaster on the wound and taped some cotton wool on. She did look a little agitated. I gave her some nibbles and departed, I left a bag of bites on the reception counter for the support team – I had no choice, cause again, there was no staff manning it.
Brolly up and out into the surgery car park, to be greeted once again by the persistent rain.
As I walked down Mansfield Road to the Lidl store, I felt beyond caring as I got yet another soaking leaving me sodden wet through.
I bought two cheesy cobs, some small tomatoes, some pork shoulder slices and seasoned sliced potatoes. When I got to the self-serve tills, the lad who was so helpful last week, just stood there glaring at me. He’s soon settled into the Lidl mindset and psyche, bless him.
Out and to the bus stop, to catch in back into Sherwood.
After a few minutes waiting and the bus travel back was dry. Tsk!
I had to sit on one of the side-saddle seats again. But no bother today, as Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were giving me a welcome breather this morning.
Bad timing, though, I just missed the connection with the L9 bus. But, the rain was definitely getting less and less, turning back into the regular of late, on-off showers.
I walked up and over the hill and turned right into Woodthorpe Grange Park. A few dogs were walking their owners as I limped (The feet had got so soft with being marinated in rainwater, they were hurting now) up to the top and turned right onto the footpath that leads down the gravel footpath straight opposite the flat’s foyer doors.
I made another detour to avoid the muddy swamp at the top.
The tree copse still looked very sparse and thinly thicketed. I’m getting impatient to see it back in its full radiant glory.
I carefully made my way down the path onto Chestnut Walk.
Then to the social hut, and explained to Obergruppenfurheress Deana that I will not be able to get to see Cathy as arranged. Adding about the state of my clothing and me needing a little attention and drying out. Haha!
I said I’d hope to speak with her in the morning at the Social Hour.
The rain had virtually stopped now, just the odd sprinkling coming down. Made my way back to the apartment.
I noticed the stolen fire extinguishers had not been returned to the foyer or lift lobby. Tsk!
First things first, a wee-wee. Then I did the Health Checks, some a little high. I put this down to the rain-soaked walking I’d done. Sys 169 – Dia 79 – Pulse 92 – Temp 32.2.
I put the food away and got the crock-pot on to cook the pork shoulder slices on a low setting. Got oven warming for the potato to be baked later.
Had to get the Clothes Airer out to dry the jacket out. Kept turning it over and feeling for damp patches that needed attention.
Got the trousers off, and put them on the towel airer in the hall.
Then I got a wash and changed into the jammy bottoms.
The legs began to stiffen and give pain, then belatedly, Hippy Hilda joined in. Had a gargle with TCP to counter a sore throat that’s coming on. Then the shivers started, so I put on the dressing gown as well. The stabbing (Almost like electric shocks?) pains from the lower back thought they would play as well then!
I nearly got caught by the workmen on the outside hoist, showing me wearing me PP’s when I went into the spare room to get my jammy bottoms. Despite all the hassle of these upgrading works, it does give us a laugh now and then!
Remembered to put the spud in the oven, checked the slow cooker, the meat and veg were nearly ready. So I threw it away and put some of the sliced seasoned potatoes in instead. I did this because the spud would not be cooked by the time the meat and veg were overcooked. I checked the drying jacket and trews, which were okay now, so I hung them up.
Then began to update this blog.
Feeling a bit like I was about to come down with a cold, I took extra paracetamol with the evening medications.
I didn’t want to take any more extra codeine, as I think I’ve imbibed a couple of extra ones in the last few days. I know the acetaminophen is nowhere as effective as the Codeine Phosphate, but I don’t want to become addicted.
I went to check on the food again and observed that the rain had stopped altogether now.
The view was so beautiful, and when I opened the window to take these shots with the new Lumix. I have to say that the petrichor was as pleasant a smell as I have ever had.
I then went to the WordPress Reader, to catch up on others works.
Just got a phone call from a bloke, asking if he can speak to someone I didn’t know. I told him nobody of that name lives here. He apologised and asked if I could supply the first line of the address to confirm. I said a firm ‘No!’ The bloke then said he will remove this number from the system???
I went on Facebooking. But the system only allowed me a few minutes before it started going dead slow, so I exited and got the nosh prepared.
1700hrs: Feeling a bit rough and weary now.
Got the nosh, and listened to Herbert upstairs banging and clanging away. Only a short session, mind.
I did take a picture of the nosh, but somehow this one was mysteriously and or supernaturally removed from the camera card and off into the ether, as well as many more have recently. After consultations, Tim and I agree, it must be the Woodthorpe Court Aliens or Ghosts. Hehe!
The shivers and cramps in hands and legs had a bash at me for a while. As soon as they ceased, I was off into the land of nod.
Waking a couple of times coughing, slipping back into slumber, before having to exit the recliner for a wee-wee. Being half-asleep still, somehow I didn’t notice that the food tray was on my stomach as I rose. Had the wee-wee, then cleaned up the mess on the carpet and chair. Tsk!
0315hrs: Upon my experrection, and it was the complete opposite of yesterday, I knew I’d been dreaming but could not remember any facts about them. Just a sense that they were of a disturbing nature.
The ailments were in a good mood with me. I disentangled my misshaped rotund flobby body from the £300 second-hand recliner and limped into the kitchen to attend to the Health Checks.
Made a brew and laid out the medications ready to take.
The readings looked more in line with what they should be again.
Off to the wet room for a wee-wee, short and sharp this time. No long marathon, but it was a little uncomfortable and tingly; if that is the right word?
Back to the kitchen and took the medications.
The blotches on the head and face seemed to be easing off a bit too, although still there, they are not as vivid as on Monday morning. I seem to have acquired a yellow tinge?
I made another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold, taking the first sip of it, and butter my butt and call me a biscuit; I had to go to the Porcelain Throne!
A long, drawn-out session, very messy. Much cleansing to be done afterwards. I a[[lied the much needed Germoloid cream. Wiped the surfaces and contact points with the Dettol antiseptic, and back to the kitchen.
Where I made the third small mug of tea this morning, both the first two went cold! Tsk!
I stood drinking, looking out through the bottom pane of the kitchen window. Seeing the Copse out there, I decided, as it seemed to look dry now, too have a wander through and up the beaten path within later, to satiate my nemophilist tendencies.
I heard one heck of a noise, that seemed to have come from the hallway area. It sounded like an elongated crunching noise, similar to stones being crushed?
I took a good look around but could find nothing that I thought may have been the cause of the sound.
Too early for the workmen chaps to be doing anything yet at 0700hrs?
A few curses, bangs of the head on the wall, turning on and off, and it returned. Humph!
I had a go on the WordPress Reader. Then commenting. Then went to get the ablutions tended to.
Sorted the three bags of recyclables and waste rubbish bags and took them to the waste chute.
Set out to call at the Wardens Hut to see Cathy.
The morning looked and felt nice and warm, with little wind about.
The tree copse still looked a little thin on the ground. I hope it will blossom out and thicken later. Got in the cabin, and no one else was in. At first, I thought I might have got the timing wrong. It has been known, Hehe!
Obergefrieteress Warden Julie was in the office, and I asked her about the leaflet about what still needs doing in the flats. She rang Cath, but she is not in today. I’ll call in tomorrow on the way to the blood test methinks. Providing I remember of course.
The place filled up with residents after a few minutes. Much laughter and gossiping ensued between them all.
As I left to join the others who had all abandoned me Haha!, out at the bus stop, I took this photographicalisation of the Winchester Court block of flats. They are really getting on with this upgrading, now.
I caught the bus into the City Centre.
On Hockley, they are and have been for many months now, getting the old Woolworth site prepared to start building something or other in its place.
A Sold sign is now up on the site boarding, whatever it is.
I got this picture while the bus shot passed the Victoria Centre.
I think the sunshine might have cheered up the unemployed, street performing, shoplifting, Nottinghamians this morning.
For the usual scowls and depressed stares, were mostly absent as I looked around.
I got off the bus on Queen Street and walked down and through the Slab Square.
There were plenty of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists buzzing about.
This one had just cycled down Friar Lane and onto South Parade the wrong way and then cut onto the slab square over the tramlines. I decided not to photograph any more of them, for there were too many of them, and I was getting dirty looks from some as I took this picture.
I crossed over South Parade at the tram stops and made my way to the Poundland store to see if they had any of the Pork Farms pies on sale.
I had a hobble around the place. And ended up, purchasing too much stuff.
A pack of three small tins of baked beans, three multi-packs for the nibble box, tins cooked beef in gravy, and some Stilton and Leicester cheese flavoured min-cheddars.
Paid-up on the self-serve tills.
Left and walked down to St Peter’s church and pictured the bell tower and clocks.
As I did so, a bloke on his mobile walked into the back of me! He apologised and helped y pick up the bag he’s knocked over and put the items back into the carrier with me.
I made my way up the Flying Horse Walk shopping alleyway.
There is an art gallery on there, and I had a perusal of some of the stuff on sale.
This painting, about 15″ x 15″ in size was, to my mind, a little childishly done. But, the shop was asking £249 for it. Blimey!
A little further along, I called in ‘The Cheese Shop’, because I espied some appetising looking Melton Pork Pies inside.
See what cost me? Fiddlesticks, begorra, goodness gracious me, stone the crows, chuffing heck and Well, fancy that! £4.25!
Humph, what a gullible boy I am! I just hope it’s worth it when I taste it later!
I walked up South Parade and got to the end of Clumber Street. I stood under a tree and prevaricated deeply!
I was shilly-shallying now; should I visit the Jessop camera shop and purchase myself a new Lumix camera or not? I pondered on the fact that I didn’t really need one – I could manage with the Nikons I already have, the old tiny one for using when out and about and the new powerful one to use when at home and there is less chance of anyone stealing it? I began to think favourably about this option.
Then, I thought of the Lumix that has died a death on me, and all the beautiful shots I’ve taken with it and how it is easy to carry around in my pocket. I swayed and pontificated about the fantastic view-finder built in and how much easier it is to see things with it… Yea or nay? After a little more traducing with myself, I decided to buy the camera after all.
I went into the shop, and a young lady approached me to see what I wanted. (Although after I managed to escape her clutches, I put her actions down to being more of the nature of ‘How much can I get the old git to spend!’)
Did I want the extended three-year-warranty? Me: No thank you!
I can do you a deal on a five-year warranty if you like, for only… Me: No thank you!
Do you need an SD card for the… Me: No thank you!
A case for it? Me: No thank you!
A tripod, we have some… Me: No thank you!
A spare battery, always a good idea to… Me: No thank you!
A strap? Me: No thank you!
It can accommodate an External Flash, for only… Me: No thank you!
We have camera bags on offer at… Me: No thank you!
At this stage, the girl was beginning to look nonplussed, and slowly she accepted that her efforts were futile. I think she actually thought my determinate was worthy of some merit, and took my money and wished me a good day.
She looked drained after her best efforts had failed to get me to spend more dosh, the poor gal did.
I think the growling I thought I heard as I walked out of the door, was in my imagination. Hehe!
I was unsure if I’d done right or wrong in spending over £200 in one go, but walked down onto Long Row and took this semi-moody effort.
I started to hobble up Queen Street on my way to the bus stop to catch the L9 bus home.
The eateries did not exactly have a roaring trade. However, the coffee addicts shops were doing alright.
Halfway up the street, I took this effort of the Council House dome and Little John’s clock. Not too bad, considering I used the tiny Nikon camera I suppose.
The lone Christian singer was giving it some vocals at the speaker’s corner slab. He’d got some Far Eastern fans taking his photo and recording him on video today.
I had some to wait for the bus to arrive.
So I walked up to Upper Parliament Street, turned left and went to the top of Norfolk Place and took a photo down the hill.
The building on the corner down the hill on the right, are University student one bedroom flats. They are £162pppw, (Plus £12 electricity) inclusive of electricity, water, rates and contents insurance. I don’t know what the ‘pppw’ stands for, though? Can anyone help, please?
I watched the traffic and let my mind wander a little about nothing until the bus was due. Caught it to go home. The neighbour chap from two flats away got on with me, and we had a chat en route. I discovered he also worked at Pork Farms and he told me many incidents he saw, good and bad. It was enjoyable listening to him.
I got in the flat and went for a wee-wee. A painful one, Tsk!
Putting the purchases and the chaps putting on the insulation to the outside wall kept appearing and disappearing.
They responded to me thumbs-up anyway.
I got on to updating this load of rubbish. Took me ages to get done with all the pictures I’d taken on my trip to town. Had a few wee-wees as well.
When I went to do the Health Checks, the sky looked so amazing, I took three photos of it. Using the new Lumix, with the battery from the old model. Then I got the new battery into the camera and got it on charging.
Got the sliced potatoes and added a few bits of grated cheddar cheese to some of them.
Off for another wee-wee.
Meal prepared.
Not a bad one either, apart from the £4.26 Prok Pie. It’s only redeeming feature is that it had a decent amount of jelly in it.
Overall an Enjoyment-rating of 9.1 was awarded.
I got the TV on, in the hopes of falling asleep.
Suddenly out of nowhere, Craig Cramps attacked the left hand and wrist with some venom.
I got the medications taken, with an extra painkiller and a good rubbing in of the Phorpain gel, and then did the Health Checks done.
Then the brain went off on one of its getting more and more frequent rambling dereistic thinking patterns. Keeping up with sorting reality from dreams, hopes and fears from each other was impossible. How long this went on for I don’t know, the next thing I recall is waking up at 0315hrs in the morning.
