Haitian Creole: Vendredi 29th Jen 2018
0615hrs: I awoke in a never before experienced, ultra-calm mood. This is most likely because the brain was still asleep. Childlike fantasies floated around, engaging control of the grey-cells was not happening.
For few happy moments, a chilling unreality of contentment and tranquillity reigned. The head was entirely free of concerns, maladies, worries, anxieties, and wariness. Whether my having just enjoyed the record long uninterrupted sleep of over seven hours duration, had affected my encephalon’s capacity or was I still asleep and dreaming? I didn’t know.
Almost reluctantly, the brain came into action. Seeing the empty Cheese Curl packets, chocolate almonds melted into my wobbling stomach entangled with the hairs and decorating the Protection Pants, the empty bottle of spring water wedged between the bulging flobby torso and the £300 second-hand recliner; and reality returned, sadly!
The worries, fear, and concerns all flooded back, and I was most miffed and disgruntled as real-life took its ruthless tormenting grip on me once again.
The tormenting brain soon established its credentials, as I nearly fell out of the recliner getting up, then had a visit from Dizzy Dennis, then I trod on a pen on the floor, crushing it and cutting the foot. Of course, it had to be the best one of my pens, my Linc Safron Max Gel that I stepped on, didn’t it!
At this point, what I would not give to have gone back to the ecstaticness of the peaceful unbothered semi-dreamlike state I was in when I first woke up. Tsk!
I tidied up a little. Then off to the kitchen and did the Health Checks and medication taking.
It was such a change for me to go into the kitchen first thing to find the view outside to be light and not the usual darkness.
The Sys and Dia took a dive in the readings. But not too worryingly.
Made a brew, and had to visit the porcelain throne. Not a bad session at all. No bleeding came from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. The little inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding, but that is nothing unusual, I’ll tend to the medicationalisationing in that department later. Later, I say, it’s nearly eight-o’clock now. This getting up late lark does not suit me at all, my internal clock is in mayhem. Hehe! Made worse with the surgery doing my blood test on a Thursday again this week.
At least I do not have to worry about getting Lyssophobia to add to my worries. I am sure I have already gone bonkers.
Made another brew of tea, to replace the one that went cold while I was in the wet room, and went to get the computer on. I found it had been left on, as was the TV. What a Shlimazel!
Made a start on this diary up to here, then went to finalise the Thursday post.
Checking Emails an one from the doctor’s surgery had arrived with the results of my last blood test. Well, it didn’t give the results again, just the new dosages of Warfarin. As you can see below.
They are aware of me need for an early appointment, and they made one for 1505hrs next Thursday. They could not fit me in last Wednesday at all. So made it for Thursday, during my Social Hour. So I missed that bit of pleasure. I’d hoped they would have gone back to a Wednesday, but no. I felt most aggrieved and irritated. Here is my Email answer.
I await a reply, but not with much hope.
Went on the WordPress Reader and then checked for any comments.
No drilling on the outside wall today, well, yet. Nice break.
Got as far as here with the blog, then went off to get the ablutions and medicalisationing tended to. Back in a while (I hope, hehe).
All cleaned up, I took the bag to the waste chute on the way out, and a box of recycling things with me to drop off near the caretaker’s room. Feeling little irked and down now.
Frank got in the elevator on the 9th floor. Nice chap is Jennie’s other half. He kindly asked how I was and took the box with him to deposit for me. Grand chap, thanks Frank, this cheered me up no end.
As I poddled along the road towards Winchester Street, I felt indeed contented. Sunshine, a warm wind, all on my own apart from one lady sat on the bench waiting for the bus. Who I greeted with smiling “Good morning, hope all is well.”
Turned down the hill, and a couple of hundred yards further down, I saw the blackberry bushes were forcing their way through in the thick tall bramble bushes.
Isn’t nature amazing?
No bees about at all; perhaps they will be along later when the fruit begins to ripen.
A few hundred yards along, a piece of Nottingham Street Art that wasn’t there yesterday was spotted.
We humans have so many idle, ignoramuses, detritus distributors amongst us. It does not bode well for the future of mankind. Humph!
As I ambled unhurriedly along, my mind turned to muse over the blood-test fiasco.
I walked straight into some overhanging tree branches What a shlemiel! Still, no bother, it surprised me, but did not hurt; and it gave the two workmen in the car park such a laugh, it almost made me join in with them! When I got to pass by them, one said “You’ll have to take care me old fruit, yer could have decapitated yersen midduck! They both burst into more laughter. Nottingham slang at its best. Hahaha! Best of all, it took me off of feeling sorry for myself and avoided me going into a self-pity mode. Which, was a good thing.
I got onto Mansfield Road, crossed over at the traffic lights, and called in a couple of charity shops in search of a narrow-lipped mug and or a saucepan with a lid that had not been broken like mine is. Tsk! No luck. I popped into a local food store and Post Office shop.
Coming out after paying for my bits, I noticed the up-to-date window cleaner working away. I still can’t get accustomed to seeing window cleaners without bucket or ladders. Haha!
A lot of flesh was being bared today. I reckon a lot of gals will be getting a little sunburnt soon. Not that I am complaining of course.
I went into Wilko to see if they had a narrow-lipped mug and or a saucepan with a lid that had not been broken like mine is. Tsk! No luck again.
As I was making my way up to the bus stop, this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist shot by as he swayed between the pedestrians at speed.
I have to admit to thinking an idiotic thought, with significant precipitation and vacuity. I mused to myself; “It’s about time these ignorant, dangerous cyclists were pulled up by a policeman and told off!” What an Eizel I am! I ask you; when not one single resident can say they have seen a policeman for three weeks (that was only in response to one of them having something valuable stolen). I haven’t seen one for much longer; Not counting the odd one flashing by in an ARV (Armed Response Vehicle – I’ve seen plenty of them recently) now and then. Most of our mostly elderly tenants have forgotten what a policeman looks like. Hahaha!
Got to the bus stop and a few of my family of oldies were in the shelter. The bus arrived, and as we got on, poor Mary was on the bus, looking well-drained, with her shopping trolley and a full bag of fodder. But still perkily chatting away. Bless her.
As we got off the bus, I asked her if she would let me carry the bag for her, but she didn’t. We chatted, and I did my best to try and cheer her up a bit.
Got into the flat, no wee-wee needed (Odd, that!).
I checked on the potatoes and podded peas in the crock-pot and put the oven on to warm up ready for the pork to go in later.
Checking out the seasoning and sauce ingredients ready to make them up, and I caught my reflection (Nasty, I know!), in the mirror. I’d got a little bruise on the bonce, presumably from the walking into the tree branches. Hehe!
I took off the trousers and jumper. It is again hot today. And got on with updating this blog to this stage.
Herbert was banging about a bit again. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking Nottingham City Homes getting upset for my moaning about their favourite tenant making a noise.
As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. I’ll have to just put up with it. I don’t want to lose my home. Oh, I’d forgotten about me being told off for mentioning anything said between me and any employee, representative or agent of Nottingham City Homes on my blog. I’ll cross it out, sorry about that.
Soon be time to get the pork in the oven, so I had a bash on Facebook while I had the time.
Made a mess getting the nosh prepared and served up. Leaving much cleaning up and unsticking of fingers, surfaces, etc. to do. Hehe”
A Taste-Score of 8.8/10, given for this one.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
By gum, it is so hot now.
I put the dishes to soak in the washing-up bowl and got into the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some TV. Constant nodding-offs of a few minutes or even seconds duration.
Sat sitting there with the feet up, after one of the many awakenings, I noticed how the old legs had metamorphosised again.
It’s the other way around now. The left leg had started to retain fluid again, but the right one had lost its fluid?
As I took this photograph, I realised that it was still so light. During the estimated 100 nod-offs, I thought many hours must have passed, but no, only about one hour had elapsed?
So annoying not to be able to get off to sleep correctly, especially after having no bother last night.
Ah well, these things are sent to try us.
TTFN each, don’t let the sun burn you!
דאָנערשטיק 28 יוני 2018 Yiddish
0215hrs: Burst into life… Well, I woke-up, out of the £300 second-hand recliner, dressed, had a wee-wee and got the laundry collated.
Down and got the washing on the go, and took this photo outside the foyer doors.
I noticed some birds flying around amongst the trees opposite. Dark coloured, would they be crows after mice etc. do you think?
Back up to the apartment. Took this shot as I entered the kitchen. Moddy one, I think. A lot of lights on for this time in a morning. 0330hrs
Made a brew of Assam tea. A slightly malty flavour this tea has, pleasant to drink when I first get up and about.
I got the things ready and did the morning health checks.
The sphygmomanometer worked the first time.
All the readings were comparable to those from yesterday’s first Health Checks.
I’ve no idea why I got the Germoloid tube out of the medical drawer. I usually keep it where I apply it, in the wet room?
Made a start at sorting the photographs taken, ready to do the Wednesday blog.
Didn’t get far into the job, and it was time to go down to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer.
Got the clothes into the machine and someone had not cleaned-out the filter. I went in the drawer where the toothbrush is usually stored, ready for us to use to do the job of removing the fluff from the wire mesh filter, and the brush was not there. So, I used my fingers.
Which proved to be an injudicious thing to do. Cause the wire mesh had bits sticking out, and I clumsily caught a sharp bit down the inside of my fingernail.
What a Shlemiel!
Got the dryer going and out to the lift foyer to go back to the flat.
Waiting for the arrival of the lift, I espied that a new notice was on the board, from Jenny.
Day Trip to Skegness, door to door travel they said.
The last time I went to Skegness, was when I came out from the heart operation. Brother-in-law Pete and I went, his treat! I put my name on the list. I wonder if he and Jane would be interested in going?
I just hope the strangulation operation date will not clash, and the other ailments will allow me to enjoy this day out? A bit risky I know, with the fungal lesion if it starts bleeding, but I really would like to go.
Back up to the apartment and continued with the Wednesday diary updating, and got it finished and posted off.
0430hrs: Down to collect the laundry.
Got the stuff out and folded. So you note the mystery in this photo? Yes, the odd-sock!
The abstruseness and inscrutableness of how this happens so often were eased a tad when I realised it happens to so many other folks as well. Tsk!
But why should it be the one pair of expensive socks with the slip-proof soles that have to go missing, and not one of the cheap ones? Very discombobulating. Humph!
By the time I’d got back up to the flat, the morning had brightened up. Still warm, so I stripped off.
I got the clothing stored away and made a fresh brew of tea.
I made a start on creating this diary.
0650hrs: I remembered the Morrison order is coming between 0700 > 0800hrs. So I got some clothes on, don’t want to scare the driver. My blubbery rhinoceros with two-legs torso is enough to scare anyone. Hehe!
I got the nibbles for the nurse in the bag, made sure the Thrombosis record card was in the jacket pocket and passed an unexpected ginormous blast of wind from the rear end.
The Morrison delivery arrived. Noises from the flat above as the driver came. Clunk and thud sounds. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling off from the Nottingham City Homes for complaining about the noise. As the Management, told me; “He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. You’ll have to put up with it!” I don’t want to lose my home because the man is so well in with the Nottingham City Homes Management. He seems to be well off and connected methinks.
0750hrs: Returned the bags from the last delivery and thanked the gentleman.
I got the things checked and stored away. Fridge now fuller than ever.
Straight into the wet room and did the ablutions. By Jimminee, the water was hot this morning.
All freshened up and dressed, got the bag with the nibbles, crossword book, umbrella, collapsible walking stick (which I found out later, had gone missing, fancy that!), hearing aid batteries and an extra pack of codeine in it.
I set out, down and along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents hut.
Heavy traffic this sunny Thursday.
Jenny and a resident were in situ. Willmott Dixon’s Del-Boy was in there making a brew. I had a chinwag with the gal.
I could not hand over the sourdough bread for the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens. Jenny told me they were both on holiday. She put it in the freezer so they could use it later.
Stopped for a natter with some residents at the bus stop as I made my way on the walk to the surgery. I had a gossip with some tenants on the road as I left.
As I turned right onto Winchester Street Hill, (going down it, I’m pleased to say, Haha!) the view between on the corner between the trees and bushed, was particularly impressive, I thought. So I took this picture.
I walked on down the hill onto Mansfield Road, and down the slope towards Carrington.
Where, this Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was making a nuisance of himself, in his pursuit of scaring the pedestrians.
I was in plenty of time, bags of it. So no need to rush to the doctors.
As I got to the steep bit of the hill, just before the crest, I passed the particularly singular and attractive row of houses on the other side of the roadway. A touch of Fothergill Watsonism here, methinks.
Onward up and over the hilltop, taking my time and enjoying the weather, so much so, I forgot to wear my hat this morning. I’ll suffer later. Tsk!
I got in the surgery and reported to the Oberleutnantess receptionist. Who offered me a slant-eyed expression that said: “Oh, him again!”
I got seated and fumbled to get the crossword book out of the bag. Seconds later I was so pleased to see Nurse Nichole summoning me towards her. She was very busy and had taken the opportunity to get me seen to between other patients. Bless her cotton-socks! ♥
She soon got me done and managed a tiny titillating chinwag at the same time. I gave her her chocolates in thanks and was off in no time. Dropping some nibbles for the other staff on the way out.
I walked down through Carrington to the Lidl store. Where yet another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, threatened again.
I arrived at the self-service tills with some nibbles for the Social Hour, Crispy onions, jelly babies, mature cheddar cheese, Sliced gherkins, and a pack of mini sausages by mistake. I’d meant to select the Cumberland mini sausages but ended up with Hot & Spicy ones. Eugh! Humph!
Out and caught a bus back to Sherwood. I got knocked about so much I thought I’d be bound to get some new bruises. Such was the jerkiness of the drivers operating of the bus.
Got off in Sherwood and visited a couple of the Charity Shops in search of a replacement for the mugs I had broken last week. But I was unsonsy, not that I expected anything else.
Made my way to the bus stop to catch the L9. No other tenants were about at the time.
As I got off of the bus, I had a few words and laughed with those residents who were waiting for the next bus to arrive.
I proceeded in a Northerly direction back to the apartment. Met with two other occupants and we did a little mutual moaning. Hehe!
Got in the hot, noisy flat, and put the ice-cream in the freezer and other stuff away.
The chaps were nearby on their hoist drilling away again. But, not as bad as it has been.
As I got the fodder prepared and checked the crock-pot, the hoist went down. I took this picture above, blind through the window. You can see the lads below.
The bottom field was looking a lot paler now. The sun has done its damage. We can do with some rain, now.
I did the Health Checks and took the medications.
I got on with updating this diary.
I went to make sure I’d locked the door and found a letter on the floor. It was from SpecSavers trying to get me to spend more money with them. I made up an email explaining just what I think of their attitude, service, and customer visual and verbal molestation stances. Those hearing aids certainly made a difference to me. The batteries run out after four hours. The screeching is constant, and superior attitude shown by your sales staff. This service leaves me with the inclination not to revisit your store. I bet you I don’t get a reply! Haha!
Getting tired now.
I tore off the retaining plaster from the arm. It looked good this time, no welts, bruising or bleeding at all.
It’s that Nurse Nichole I can thank for this. XXX
The intercom rang out. It was my old mate Michael, bearing gifts (PPs) for me. Weary as I felt, I was so pleased to have a chance for a jolly-good natter. I fear it was me who did most of the talking. Klutz!
I carried on with the updating process, then got the meal served up.
The mini veggie sausages were not a nice as I expected, but everything else was spot-on, first class, delightful!
I risked a mug of orange juice, but had the weaker brand to avoid any tummy upsets, as advised. Still, a decent 9.2/10 taste rating, though.
Took me ages to get the pots washed, with all the mess I’d made with the ingredients and cooking.
The England match does not need any comments from me. Farcical times in the World Cup. I turned off the telly after a few minutes.
Watched some TV and feeling elated at Michaels visit, uptight about missing the Social Hour and dismay at the football.
I drifted off into what turned out to be a marathon sleep, for me.
Sweden: Onsdagen den 27 Juni 2018
0125hrs: I woke, I think, in the middle of a marvellous dream. I was living in a big mansion, with servants, cooks, bottle-washers, cleaner uppers, computer experts, a butler and a full time slightly plump, attractive hairy nurse in attendance. I spent most of my time in the Clinic room during this ecstatically euphoric ailment-defeating astonishingly lifelike and undisputedly believable (At the time) dream. Needless to say, this nocturnal vision’s cessation and my realisation that was not true brought about a feeling of despondency. With despair and desolation. I got the pencil and scribbled some notes on the pad. I soon got back to sleep, harbouring futile hopes of returning to the dream. Humph!
0355hrs: Woke-up with a start, no idea why, but I was wide-awake almost instantly. I waited for the body to engage with the brain, then started to work out what’s what for today. With the Surgery messing my blood test appointments around, there is none today, so I must remember the swine have made me one for tomorrow at the same time as the Winwood Social Hour. Grumph! I suddenly felt the cold. Blimey, it was nippy this morning.
Forced me out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the kitchen. The cold hit me as soon as I entered. With the previous two nights being so humid and warm, I’d left both windows open as far as they would go. Brr!
A bit of a mist lingering outside this morning.
I got the Health Checks tended to. Very little change compared to yesterday’s readings. All looked fair enough to me.
Took the medications, and off to the Porcelain Throne for a Trotsky Terence affected evacuation. Then got on with what proved to be a long slow job of updating the Tuesday Diary.
I eventually got it finished and went to post it off. I came across some news about the Saddleworth Moorland Fire. Here are some photographs of it.
The fire brigade has asked for military assistance in fighting these fires.
I went to the comments then reader section of WordPress, and this didn’t take long. One comment and only a few new posts on there.
I relaxed a little when I got the post sent off. And the ailments came to mind. Or rather, the lack of hindrance or hassle from most of them. Of the many to choose from, only Duodenal Donald was any real pain, and that was not as bad as it could have been.
I went on Facebook to get caught up. Fingers crossed that it will let me.
No problems today, got loads done.
Getting late on int day now. I’d better get the ablutions done. Then take rubbish bags to the chute and get some bread from the sops on the front. I’ll go to Aldi, but I can’t rely on me, not overspending. No, best I have a trip on the bus down to Sherwood. Hehehe!
Enjoyed the cleaning up session today.
Bagged up the waste, and off out, dropping the bag down the chute on the way.
Really hot out here now.
I took this shot of the new build and Winchester Court on my way to the bus stop at the end of the road.
Met, Roy, Keith, Tony, and Frank while waiting. The queue grew.
And a few of us old uns got on the Bestwood bound L9 electric powered bus, off down Winchester Street into Sherwood.
I went into the Co-op store and came out with more than I had planned. There are reasons for this (Coy mode adopted). They had some Regina towels on offer price, so I got a packet. They had some Oven-bottom-muffins in stock, decided to buy one and freeze them. They also had some fresh pod peas in on the shelves. So I bought two packs. Also, they had some Hoisin sauce on sale. Which I thought would go well with the Hoisin pork ribs when I eat them? No, I don’t believe it either, Haha!
As I made my way to the Wilko shop to get some liquid soap and some AirWick Aero Spray, I thought how American the view was of up Mansfield Road.
I went into the cake shop and bought two fresh cream raspberry jam doughnuts. I felt terribly guilty afterwards.
Much to my surprise, I came out of Wilko with just the two items I had gone in for!
A touch à la France outside the expensive cafe further up the hill. With it’s Al Fresco £4 a cup of coffee seating area for the rich Nottinghamian’s to show off and block the pedestrians. Not as busy as I thought it might be, but then again the missing affluent Nottinghamian’s may well be on holiday. But, of course, this does not bother me, that I have no one to go with on holiday, couldn’t afford it anyway; and the medications and ailment problems also prevent this. Hehehe!
I got to the bus stop and, Roy’s better half got on at the same time. We had a laugh and natter en route.
We got to the lobby, and they all sat down. I sneaked one of the cream cakes out of the box and gave Roy’s better-half the container with the other one in it. Should cheer the gal up, cause Roy was not feeling very well. I said I would be up later with my hearing aid tools to sort out his blocked tubes. But, he said, “No need, I’ve had the audio clinic do them. “Huh,” I said smilingly, “I know when I’m not wanted, I’m going to go home and sulk, now!”
Bade them farewell as I got off of the elevator. Into the flat. As I opened the door, the tremendous heat hit me! I went through and opened the only windows I could, as far as the security locks would allow me.
The workmen were drilling close-by. Headache Warning Received, Haha!
Beautiful view from the kitchen window. After I mangled my fingers to get the camera out through narrow gap permitted. Huh!
I checked the potatoes in the crock-pot. Shelled some pod peas and got the oven heating up ready for the Mashed steak in porter gravy (Whatever that is). Opened the ready-meal, put a bit of hoisin sauce on it and added much strong grated cheddar cheese to it.
Got the rest of the food put away, and did the Health Checks. (I ought to dead I think, the Sys was down to 118 and the pulse down to 71?) Although they perked up a bit on the final checks.
Updated this diary.
While awaiting the cooking I had half-an-hour to go on Facebook and post today’s photo’s to the TFZer site.
Watched the Korea v Germany match while eating the nosh.
This meal was superb! New potatoes, seasoned potatoes cube and cooked with pulled pork with BBQ and basil seasoning, sliced tomatoes and gherkins, freshly podded peas and a sliced apple. Taste-Rating = 9.46/10!
Ate the nosh-up and did the pots. Got down in the £300 second-hand recliner and started to switch between the two boring, mind-numbing World Cup matches on offer at the same time on different channels. I kept drifting off into Nodland, but only for a few minutes each time. Blissfully, I went all the way off to sleep after the matches ended.
The phone rang, t’was Sister Jane. I’m afraid, my being in a state of just being roused into imitation-life, I am not sure now, what was said. I shall have to ring Jane tomorrow, in case I missed something important.
It was near-impossible for me to get back to sleep, with the brain chattering away to itself about my wanting to retrieve what Jane had told me, ( I had a feeling I’d either done wrong, or not done something I ought to have? Hehe!) and the body refusing to get up out of the chair.
So, I put the TV back on, that did the trick!
Ten-minutes or so, and I was off into the land-of-nod!
Polish: Wtorek 26 Czerwca 2018
0345hrs: The body stirred into pretend life. Gingerly, I sensed for the aches and pains. The headaches still with me, Duodenal Donald not so bad at all. Wriggled the torso, a little stiffness from Hippy Hilda, barely worth mentioning. Reflux Roger, Hernia Harry, both no hassle. Anne Gyna, another one in a good mood. I could feel Trotsky Terence brewing up. The fungal lesion I knew had been bleeding badly, as soon as I adjusted the PPs, the dried blood cracked open, the flowing began. I used some kitchen towels immediately for a quick make-do mop-up, so’s to speak. So, not too bad a morning, speaking medicalistically.
The usual post-prandial brain-shemozzle did not appear today. No wandering off of its own accord, fretting over all and sundry that it could find.
I waited for the body and mind to get into a loose synchronisation.
As soon as I actioned the limbs into movement and removed my mass from the £300 second-hand recliner, Dizzy Dennis had a go at me. He didn’t attack for long, but long enough to cause me to stub my toe against the Ottoman. Ouch! Tsk!
Into the kitchen and got the Health Checks sorted out.
Made a brew of the malty tasting Assam tea, and very tasty it was, too.
The demand for the early morning Porcelain Throne duties had not arrived yet. But I could feel the evacuation brewing up and fermenting in readiness.
I made sure that the route to the wet room has no obstacles in the way.
The blue hue of the morning was deep again, as it has been for days now.
I took this photo of the car park below the window on Chestnut Walk.
Parking spaces for cars were available. This situation will soon change when the workers arrive on site.
Made another brew, and got the computer going, fingers crossed that the Liberty Global-Virgin Internet will be working. I assume that the hot, humid weather might have something to do with the many failures of the ether connection over the past few days? All seemed okay, thankfully.
I then got this post updated to this spot and was about to save and open yesterday’s blog to update it when the grumbling innards turned into a rumbling movement. I expeditiously hurried to the Porcelain Throne post-haste. I’ve not moved so quickly for years. I made it with seconds to spare! Emphatic exclamation!
Then I went to update Monday’s post. Got it finished despite Grammarly (Don’t buy it folks!) mucking me about and not responding.
Answered a WordPress comment and then went on the Reader Section.
Got the potatoes in the slow-cooker on low setting.
Tended to the ablutions.
Popped up to see Cyndy and Eric on the way out, but they were not in. I wonder if they are on holiday?
Hobbled to the Warden’s hut, dropping off the recycling bag at the caretaker’s door on the way.
A lot more folks there this morning. No Cyndy or Eric, so I might be right about them being on vacation. Tony and his better half, Welsh Tony, Roy. Mae and Vera all chatted to, I enjoyed it.
Caught the L9 bus to town.
Had a go at the crossword en route. Not a successful effort.
“But still, yer don’t like to complain does yer).”
I dropped off at the bus a stop earlier than I usually do and had a walk up Glasshouse Street and into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).
This row of retail units, all abandoned by the gone-bankrupt leaseholders and freeholders. Their livelihood shattered by the opening of the Victoria Centre shopping centre being built. Made worse by the absolute paring ban imposed on the road; to free up the queues for the underground parking spaces.
I went into the mall to get some fresh pod peas. Tried the market, they had none. Went to Tesco and they had none on sale. I got some other bits and left going out of the centre and over to the Waitrose Store. Blow-me-down, they didn’t have any either! Vey is mir!
I walked to the City entre Slab Square to take some photographicalisations.
These buildings on the left, at the bottom of Queen/King Street, I think, are the most beautifully designed ones in Nottingham. All architected by the one and only Watson Fothergill.
The chap with the guitar in the near centre of the picture, is a regular here at what we used to call, The Speakers Corner.
Singing his love of Jesus, whatever the weather.
Sometimes he has a group of Christians singing with him.
I poddled down Exchange Walk and bought some new highlighter pens.
I use them to identify different appointments in my written diary. Red for Medical, light Green for Nottingham City Homes, Dark Green for Morrisons Deliveries, etc.
Well, when I remember to put them down. Hehe!
I got the pens and returned up the Walk into the Slab Square.
They were doing some advertising work up on the front of the Council House.
This chap is one of a few who was lurking about with nothing to do near the lions, who reminded me of Beatniks to look at. Right down to the plastic slit-open shoes and not wearing socks.
I turned and photographed down the Exchange Walk. You might just be able to see the Marks & Sparks entrance sign near St Peter’s Church.
The usual gang of Virgin Media nuisances had their van all opened to con more people into using their services. I don’t think they were doing very well, all three of them looked remarkably morose.
I made my way up Queen Street to the bus stop.
The five-past-the hour L9 was late arriving, but it always at this time of day. Never been on time since I’ve been at the flats.
Something to do with shift changeover they tell me.
A lady from the flats was waiting with me, she could not be a regular user because the bu being late annoyed her.
We kept watch, and around 15 minutes past the bus arrived.
He tried to get caught up with his roster.
But getting out of town was difficult with the heavy chaotic traffic.
Once we out of the City and going through the estates, the driver did get caught up. Eat-your-heart-out Lewis Hamilton. Hehehe!.
We were soon back at the flats again.
This sign was on the poster board. Sorry, I missed the date off of the picture. Klutz!
Look at all those thick pillars and frames, all blocking out the light and view. I make it ten panes of glass that will need cleaning. Oh, how I miss the old balcony with no blockage of the vista, fresh air and no windows to clean. Sob!
I went up to the top floor and called to see if Cyndy and Eric were in. Nope. They must be on holiday.
I got the fodder I’d bought put away, all that I was not needed anyway. The mushrooms I cleaned and quartered and podded the last few of the peas. Got them in a saucepan and added some demerara sugar, onion salt and the good Balsamic Vinegar to the water.
Checked the spuds in the crock-pot. By the time I get this diary updated, I hope to get the pork in the oven, and they all come out cooked at the same time.
The noise from the drilling and hammering was far less severe today, they have moved down a floor lower now.
Got done up to here. Had a quick look at the WordPress Reader page.
Got on with the food preparation.
Pork Ribs in Hoisen flavoured sauce; apple sliced, new potatoes, Dutch tomatoes, garden peas and chestnut mushrooms cooked with balsamic vinegar and onion salt.
One of the best meals ever, with a Taste-Rating of 9.45/10.
Got myself all messed up eating it, though. Much finger-licking and sticky bits of sauce had to removed from the lips, chin, hands, fingers and the cover of the £300 second-hand recliner.
As I rose out of the chair to take the utterly empty of food, plate and tray, I knocked over the pot with the waste bones in it. Another mess on the carpet. Washed the tray and accoutrements up and got the Dyson vacuum to remove the bits from the floor carpeting. What a pickle I got myself into, a right mess.
The dust container needed emptying, and I thought I’d done the usual in pressing the release button, and the whole plastic thing came off.
Thus returning all the dirt back onto the carpet, the Ottoman and me!
My spirits, confidence and heart sank! What a Shlub!
How to reattach the tub thing back onto the machine proved my ensuing struggle to contend with. Of course, I could not find the instruction manual anywhere, and after ten minutes or so searching, I gave up.
No idea what I was doing, I continued to teach myself how not to do this task, repeatedly. I could only see the red slide-down button thing that usually opens the lid at the bottom for emptying out the dust etc.
One such attempt, it snapped back into place, and I was overjoyed – but only for about ten-seconds; When I found that a gap was at the top and the vacuum would not operate. I somehow got it off again and continued to blindly fiddle around and pray to the Gods of Dyson for inspiration. I was getting tired now, irritable with myself and on the verge of giving up altogether when it snapped into place.
This time when I tried it out, it worked. Fingers crossed it will; when I need it again. Humph!
Stil inwardly flustered and so angry with myself, I did the Health Checks, took the tables and capsule and medicated specific areas in need of the same.
Settled back in the £300 second-hand recliner and found some bits I’d missed in the farcical clean-up earlier.
I got the TV on to start watching the Argie v Nigeria match and soon fell asleep. When I woke a little later, it must have been half-time, a weatherwoman was telling me it was going to be misty in the morning, but the temperature will rise to 29°c in the Midlands tomorrow.
Considering I was half-asleep, I was well-proud of my efforts to release myself from the recliner and go to open the kitchen windows as far as they permitted me too.
I well-regretted doing this when I stubbed my toe on the way back! Klutz!
I kept nodding off frequently for varying periods, ranging from two minutes to ten minutes. On one wake-up, I learnt that Argentina and France had both gone through to the next stage of the World Cup: Greatly depressed me even more.
It was very late before I nodded off correctly.
May your good night prayers reach the Angels who will immediately come down to watch you sleep.
Good night, TTFN each.
Zulu: NgoMsombuluko 25 Juni 2018
0420hrs: After a decently long sleep, Duodenal Donald woke me with his stabbing pains. The brain was hazy and lazy. I tried to get my thoughts together into a weak imitation semi-logical mode.
Last evening’s half-eaten meal lay, looking dried and unappealing in the extreme, on the tray beside the chair.
My heart and spirit were at a low ebb – but I wasn’t sure why. My self-confidence was non-existent! Perhaps my EQ knew something unpalatable, ignominious or untoward was going to take place today?
I forced myself out of the £300 second-hand recliner and hobbled to the wet room to tend to the bleeding from down below.
Then, to the kitchen and got the Health Checks done. Pleased to report that I found no lights, oven or taps left on. Hehe!
I took the medications. Swigging some extra doses of the insipid antacid medicine and an additional Codeine 30g. To help counter Duodenal Donald’s attentiveness. Hopefully anyway!
Made a brew and off to the computer, and made up last weeks Health Sheet readings on the XL sheet. The Sys and pulse were still high on this morning’s readings.
A tiny little bit of wind involuntarily escaped from the rear end, and within seconds I was racing to get to the Porcelain Throne in time. It was close!
Where I noticed a new a new bruise whatever it is on the arm, and that the limbs had gone all even skinnier than usual?
Had to have a good clean up afterwards, washed up and antisepticated the contact areas.
Isn’t life good? Hahaha!
To the kitchen again, this time to take a Dia-Limit capsule.
If I do get out today; I’ll take another just before leaving methinks. No, I’ll take it now, I don’t want to be caught short. Haha!
I made up this week’s medicine pots and stored them in the medication Drawer No. 2.
The mood I had woken in, a little depressed, irritated, defeatist and fretting away, was not helped when I got back to the computer to find that WordPress was not working correctly again.
Not sure if it was Grammarly, the computer or Virgin internet. Other internet programs seemed to be okay? I turned everything off and back on, but it was the same. So I tried pressing the Virgin reset button and restarted once more. Ah, that’s gorrit now!
I got on with updating and finishing off yesterday’s diary. This time, unlike yesterday, I did not forget to post it off. What a Moyshe kapoyer, I am!
Next, I made a start on this blog.
0745hrs: Herbert above let me know he was still there, with a few extremely loud bangs and thuds that I heard without my hearing aids in.
I stopped so I could get the ablutions done at 0800hrs, late enough so as not to disturb the neighbours.
Showering shaving and medicating all done, I got myself adorned, sorted, then took the waste bags to the chute on the way out.
I nipped up to Eric and Cyndy’s flat to see if they were in so I could leave the birthday chocolates for Cyndy. No reply, so I set off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Warden’s Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, hut.
Met Barry as he was coming out of his apartment and we joined Roy in the lift. We chatted en route in the glorious sunshine.
Untergruppengurheress Julie was in her office, three tenants in there waiting for the bus to arrive.
Julie kindly made a phone call for me and got my contents insurance worry off of my mind. All paid for another year. She is off on holiday tomorrow. Going to do some decorating. I said; In between getting some relaxing in, I hope?”
Out to the bus stop, a few tenants out there in the queue.
The City Bound Bus arrived, and only three tenants got on including myself. I took these photographs while the vehicle was still parked up.
Got off three stops later near Mapperley Tops and took a right to limp along to the Aldi store.
Not many pedestrians about this morning.
The feet started to sting again, but that was softened with Duodenal Donald easing off with his stabbing-blast-of-pain. Hurrah!
I limped along to the shop and began a spending spree that really, I can’t believe I did! £24 spent. Schmuck!
4 x Dry room sprays, Citrus: Cause they were so cheap and last week they had sold out.
3 x Pork Ribs: Cause they are so tasty, and last week they had sold out.
2 x Black bags. Cause they have cut down the size of the waste chute entrance point and now I need four sacks, compared to one as previously required.
1 x Rissoto: Cause Sister Janes says I’ve got to eat more rice (Coy & Fear modes adopted).
Frikadellen Balls: Cause they taste super!
Tomatoes: Cause they are good for you.
1 Fresh Orange juice smooth – Small potatoes – Frikadellen Balls – Lemon Yohourts and some Herbs; Parsley, Marjoram and Mint.
While putting the items on the checkout counter, the lady behind said to me, with a concerned look on her face, bless her; “Are you feeling alright Sir, you’re looking very pale, I noticed your hands shaking as well?” I thanked her for showing concern, but I feel fine, thanks” Oh, dear!
When I got it all paid for and myself outside in the car park, I sorted the bags to make them a more even weight distribution. By gum, by the time I’d gone a few yards, the feet really were stinging, and I had to keep stopping for a rest. Still, this allowed me to take some photographs, like this one below in Panorama.
I was overcome with creativity at this stage of the journey.
I took this one of my own shadows but showing the distorted hand and fingers from carrying the heavy bags.
I wonder if I should send it to somewhere to go on display. Hehe!
Came across this mammoth sized dragonfly. Well, I think that’s what it is, or rather, was.
The plates-of-meat and Duodenal Donald continued to give me grief. I just knew I was going to suffer today, the moment I woke up in my tetchy mood, I knew!
But I’ve done better than this poor aeshnid.
I doddered along back to the apartment.
I waved to some tenants on the other side of Chestnut Walk who were at the bus stop.
I went up to the 15th to see if Eric or Cyndy were in, but they were not. I think they might be spending time with their family. If so I hope they are enjoying it. Into the lift and down to my floor.
Oh, so glad to get in and taking the shoes off, and having a swig of the useless antacid medicine; at first anyway. The noise for the drilling on the outside walls was horrendous!
I had a decent headache within minutes of getting inside. Still, nowt to be done about it got to suffer in silence. Hehehe!
I Got the purchases from the bags and stored away. And pondered on why I had bought all this dollop of possibly unwanted, well, unneeded, fodder?
Realised after I’d finished that I’d made a Faux Pa in the spelling. Can you see it? I didn’t until it was too late. What a schmuck!
Did the Health Checks and took the medications. Apart from the feet and Duodenal Donald… oh, and now the headache, things were okay.
Curiously, I began to feel less harangued and critical. But, wistfully and forlornly, this was not to last as you will read here.
I went and got the pod peas and potatoes in the saucepan cooking.
I poured a glass of fresh clementine juice and set about updating this diary.
The workmen have reached directly opposite where I am sitting with the loud drilling and banging. The cephalalgy is now even worse.
Then as I wanted to do a grammar check, WordPress refused to save for me.
This caused my recently improved state of mind to kiss-goodbye to hopes of contentment and peace and revert to one of vile, detestable hatred, self-pity, despair and defeat.
After battling with the frustration and temptation to jump out of the window (Not literally of course, cause they are still locked) I went through the usual farcical pattern that any cheated, ignored, over-paying Virgin Media Intern user has to. Try the Windows Restart button – failed. Tried Virgin Box reset button Why I don’t know, it’s never worked yet), Failed. Turn everything off, then start everything back up again, take some morphine and cross your fingers. This time it started, slowly, but at least it was working once more.
Hello, the drilling and banging have stopped… ah, they’ll be having their lunch break.
Popped in to check on the potatoes and peas on the stove. As I lifted the lid the knob came off in three pieces!
What the hell, next! Boy, was my EQ right this morning or what!
Well fed-up with life today! Enough Whoopsiedangleplops to try the patience of a Saint. I am now, apart from suffering with Duodenal Donald and this horrible inescapable headache: vexed, weakened, weighed down, have had enough, discontented, tired-out, exhausted, frustrated, pissed-off, in the doldrums, listless, enfeebled and jolly irritated with life!
Took the evening medications and did the last Health Checks.
Back to the computer, and the Willmott Dixon lads got back from their lunch. The headache is now spreading in a cephalad direction, and I feel like the top of the head is ready to explode. Another extra 30g Codeine was taken.
Tired now, so I’ll get the Health Checks sorted and have a look see if anything is worth watching on the TV.
Got the nosh sorted.
I wish I’d done some more of the little potatoes with it now.
The lamb was lovely, well, it all was. A worthy 9.2/10 for this meals taste rating.
I thought of TFZer Pattie when I had the yoghourt. Natural, but I added some Maple Syrup to it, and it was lovely!
Doing the washing up and the sky out there was beautifully picturesque.
Once again, I could not get to sleep, not even nodding off while pretending to watch the TV.
This may be down to the excessive humidity and heat?
TTFN each, please have a great day!
Portuguese: Domingo, 24 de Junho de 2018
0435hrs: Ineffably, I’d had six hours sleep last night, much better that is. No waking up, no noctambulant nibbling and no jumping awake with a start.
I did have what seemed like a tumultuous long, frustrating dream, and I woke up spreadeagled half-on, half-off of the £300 second-hand recliner, with aches and pains in most locations of the torso. The back, neck and right ankle being the worst affected. The need for the utilisationing of the Porcelain Throne arrived as I was extracting my lumbering body from the chair. The chest was very itchy.
The impressions left of the dream were that I was flitting between different places I had worked over the years, and reliving the disasters and mistakes I had made, and doing them all over again. Knowing I was doing this in the dream, but unable to put things right.
It took me that long to get myself upright with the body pains, the need for the Throne dissipated and was replaced with the need for me get some Phorpain gel spread on my back Not easy when one is short and chubbily built), and to take the medications, including some extra Codeine. I did the Health Checks too.
No sooner done, than the need for the Throne usage returned, so I poddled off to the wet room. I think that when I got myself body knotted up nocturnally on the recliner, I must have got the toes entangled somehow because they were now painful too? Every morning something different. Hehe!
The evacuation was another Trotsky Terence affected one.
I decided to get the ablutions done while I was in there. No shower, of course, the noise this unit makes when operative would disturb my neighbours, so a Stand-up session was taken. I had to reapply the pain gel I’d put on an hour-and-a-half ago, of course, having washed it off. Shlemiel!
I did notice how my chin was going Chicken Style in my older age. Not pretty is it. And, the torso seems to be collecting pot-marks, scars, and bruises. The poor old thing, Hehehe!
Did the medicating of Stand-up areas that need it, and went to make a brew of tea.
0600hrs, already. This sleeping for longer has upset the body clock. Haha!
I made a start on this diary.
0615hrs: Clanging noise from Herbert above. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. There’s no point in my risking getting another telling off from the Nottingham City Homes for complaining about the noise. As the Management, told me; “He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. You’ll just have to live with it.” I don’t want to lose my home. I hope he has not fallen over and is bleeding to death up there, cause there was only that one noise and not the usual repetitions. But, give him time.
Went to make another brew for the one that I let go cold. Took these photographs from the kitchen window.
I then tried to have a go on Facebook, fingers crossed that yesterdays problems with it going so slow and accessing things has been righted.
I spent a long time making a TFZer graphic. I hope they like it.
I enjoyed doing this one.
Then I went on WordPress Reader for a perusal of others stuff. Good stuff again.
I rang Sister Jane, and she rang back. Her ‘Inchcock Food Intake’ advisory and instructional mode were adopted; She said it was good that I was not eating whole pork pies with a meal. Haha! We had a natter, losing the connection in the middle of it. As she rang off, I got a ‘battery critically low’ warning. The phone was charged up yesterday morning too! Glad we spoke though, cause Pete said he had not received the diary for yesterday, I checked, and he was right. I really thought I’d sent it as well. Humph! Klutz!
So I sent it off and got on to doing the Morrison order.
I want to get that and the meal was done so I can settle to watch the England v Panama game. I just hope that Duodenal Donald eases off in a bit, he’s very naughty to me at the moment.
I ate the fodder while watching the football match. But not much of it. One muffin, a few chips, half of the gherkins and tomatoes.
The Panamanian tactics in defence were more like rugby than soccer.
But what a result.
Certainly caught me by surprise in the first half. The second-half was more like the England team I know and love, ineffective.
After the game, Duodenal Donald was still grieving me, and the mind went off on one of its wanderings, worrying and fretting sessions and stayed that way all night.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications with an extra Omeprazole capsule and a few good swigs of the pitifully inefficacious antacid medicine.
The body closed down, the meal tray and dirty still half-filled plate sat of the chair next to the second-hand £300 recliner that I sprawled on top of, looking and feeling depressed and concerned over everything. Where the tray and I remained for several hours; Me, with about as much life in the crumb and uneaten food-filled plastic food-tray.
The mind did not stop stewing away.
Eventually, I had to get out of the chair, to tend to the wet-warm feeling from the lower regions. Cleaned things up and applied the medications. I considered having a stand-up -wash and shave, then the thought that I need to get help with the insurance telephoning tomorrow – then, I remembered I must also get help to phone the surgery about the appointment changes… next I stubbed my toe on the trolley. Then I feared I might have left the oven or tap on in the Kitchen… On and on these, what were to me, worrying things pestered me. I ended up checking the kitchen. Then doing nothing else other than getting my head down again.
Weekends are not my favourite times.
Taketh care folks. TTFN.
Spanish: Sábado 23 de Junio de 2018
0330hrs: Woke, knowing I had been having dreams, but could not recall anything about them whatsoever. Tsk, Hehe!
Then, as I lay there waiting to get some equanimity flowing, Anne Gyna started giving me some stick. But I can’t complain. She has been so kind to me of late, but that has apparently ended. Humph!
The mind was annoying me. The frustrations of the Doctor and Morrisons letting me down, causing me less time to get things done, and now needing more time for the blood tests and having to fetch food one bag at a time, using buses and getting it home is taking too long and causing such botherations and pain. The noise and changes needed with the updating and building work are getting to me (And others too) as well. Now that Anne Gyna has started again, I’m feeling a little flustered and depressed this morning.
As if a light switch had been turned on, suddenly my outlook changed. I decided I will not let things get to me and worrying so much about them. (Ha, we’ll see about that!)
A long drawn out painful wee-wee, the lesion medicated, changed PPs and washed up.
My frame of mind seems to be quickly alternating between a grumpy depression, a semblance of contentment and complacency.
And off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.
At least the Sys has gone up.
Made a brew, during which I had to hasten to the Porcelain Throne. It turned out to be a messy session again.
Washed up again and returned to making the mug of tea.
Took the medications with a Dia-Limit capsule added to the dosages.
It dawned on me that no wonder I don’t feel the need to clean the place up. This is how the windows are at this moment.
Started to do the updating of yesterdays diary. Took me a long time. The concentration was terrible for some reason. I had to use the spell-checker more times than I have ever done before. A lot of blanks where I just could not remember how to spell simple much-used words and just had to check.
I could not photograph the beautiful morning through the dirty filthy ungetatable to clean windows. Getting the camera out of the four-inch gap allowed, caused a few bruised knuckles again.
But this shot I think is a fair one under the circumstances.
I did some more on the diary (in between short, sharp wee-wees) and then decided to take extra codeine and a swig of the antacid, to hopefully appease Anne Gyna and now Duodenal Donald who was giving me some gip, once again. When I spotted a couple with their three oh so happy looking dogs, just about to enter the bottom opening to the tree copse. I know there are only two dogs in these pictures. But the dark brown one was bit friskier than the other two, and not so keen on being told what to do. Hehehe!
I can watch dogs taking their owners on a walk most days, and enjoy doing so.
I’m genuinely concerned about my alternating moods this morning.
Back to the computer and finished the post and sent it off.
Started on creating this page. Then another trip to the Porcelain had to be made. Same results, so a bit of cleaning up had to be done afterwards
Once more back to the computer and this message was on the screen.
The computer started going slower, presumably while the scan was being done.
Made my wordsmithing even harder to get right first time.
An email from the Doctors surgery had come in. They offered me a later appointment for Thursday. After I’d explained to them in my last Email about my not coping with late appointments well, healthwise and told them how it ruins my day completely, cause I can’t get to any other of my appointments, and fall asleep any time after 1400hrs.
I love it; Ideally, you do need to come to the surgery. Ideally for who, Me? Now they will start doing the blood tests on a Thursday every week, won’t they! Initially, it was each Monday. But because of Bank Holiday’s they moved it to a Tuesday. Then they could not fit me in on one Tuesday, so they moved it to Wednesdays. Now Thursdays. And I thought it was only me that hit the ‘;’ key in mistake for the ‘L’ key. Hahaha!
I sent them this reply.
My temperament that had been swinging twixt frustration and contentment now went to resentment.
I got this post (Spitting blood, Duodenal Donald rampant and feeling so hard done by and in the doldrums) completed it up to here.
Went on the WordPress Reader section. Some brilliantly readable stuff on here today.
I popped up to wish Cyndy a happy borthday and give her the chocolates, but she was not in. Might have gone out for a treat day. I’ll try again later.
I went on Facebooking. Oh Heck! Noise from up above and Virgin Internet went down again! Eventually, it came back on, but Facebook remained so slow. It took me yonks to get thework done.
Then while doing this, an HP update came in. Clicked to dowload, the ninstall as reccommended at it was still downloading two hours later. Grr!
Notifications were no sending me them when I clicked on them. An hour or so of slowlly sadly slogging on. I gave up and went on CorelDraw doing TFZer graphics. Then that started playing up, not allowing to use ketboard shortcuts! Turned it of and started CorelDraw again.
Told me I had 17 notifications. I looked at the first, then it tells me I have 3? Fed-up with this.
Pressed on and managed to get three TFZer Graphicalisations done.
Back up to see if I can catch Cyndy in. Back in a bit.
I’m back. She will be no doubt visiting her family. Daft of me to expect to find her in really. I am a Schlemiel at times!
Welsh: Dydd Gwener 22 Mehefin 2018
Not sure when, but I woke up in the night in need of the Porcelain Throne. I went to get a drink of fresh orange juice from the fridge in the kitchen. And noticed this enormous amount of smoke in front of the noctilucent clouds.
I looked on the web later, but I could find no news of a fire. Do the farmers burn-off stubble at this time of year?
Back to the £300 second-hand recliner, and surprisingly found I nodded off again.
0420hrs: I stirred and waited for the brain to calm down. It was racing away, full of fears, frustrations and foible ponderings. I’m going potty you know. Hehe!
Made a brew, and got the Health Checks done. Sys and Dia well down, but pulse had shot up.
I realised when I got the tablet pots out, that I had missed last nights doses. Klutz!. So I just took the Warfarin and Magnesium along with the morning tablets.
Made a start on updating the Thursday diary.
Minutes later, the Liberty-Virgin Internet went down on me.
It was down for about an hour. Which is pretty good for this company.
I tried pressing the reset button. But it just didn’t restart at all. So I turned off the computer and once more pushed in the reset button.
No Joy. So I turned off everything and restarted the lot.
Slowly the lights flickered, and when I say slowly, I mean it.
I showed great resilience and patience during this farcicalisationing period, I thought.
Made another brew of tea, had a short-sharp wee-wee (Several as it happens) and made up the graphics on CorelDraw, on the right here.
Waited for the return of the service, then added the timings and put it on the blog.
I think that really, all of the tenants in these flats, those on BT, Sky and Talk Talk seem to have the same unreliability as we Virgins.
Tickled pink at getting the connection back, I began the updating of the post again.
I had received an Email from the Doctors Surgery. In response to my refusing their late appointment for my blood test. They offered me one for the Thursday next, at 10:20hrs. I sent back a reply. Explaining that I went to the City Hospital for my test because they had not sent me an email with an appointment time. Also, Thursday is my only one opportunity for any social intercourse, that takes place every Thursday from 10 > 11 o’clock. I asked them if I could go to the hospital again this week on Wednesday. I’m currently awaiting an answer.
The second mug of tea had gone cold, so I nipped into the kitchen and made another one.
A “Red Sky in the Morning – Shepherd’s Warning” sky out there now.
Sorted out the rubbish bags and got them ready to go to the waste chute.
Got ablutions tended to. Jolly-good shower, no cuts shaving, teggies cleaned and under the refreshing shower. Did the medicationing and got my togs on. Grubbled about to make sure everything I needed was in the bags or my jacket pockets.
For some reason, it dawned on me, that I had allowed my thoughts for past week or so, to turn to a gnomic, jealous and bitter mode. I decided to try and not let things get to me so much. Having no idea how to do this, but, I thought it a good idea to at least try.
Hence I did not mention the noise from above today. Twit! I just did say it, didn’t I? Nudzh!
All prepared, hearing-aids in, umbrella in the bag, shopping list (Although it vanished by the time I got to the shops, Tsk!), Bus Pass etc. and set out to the bus stop. Along Chestnut Walk, I stopped just before the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents socialising room, shed. I found something so beautiful about the view from my standing under the trees near the parking area, I had to take this photograph of the lovely view.
I got to the bus stop, and Betty and Tony were sat on the bench. I love listening to them talk and share things. Some other tenants joined us, and a bit of nattering took place that I also enjoyed. Tony helped me change the hearing aid batteries, thanks, Tony!
Off on the bus and into Arnold, off and into the Sainsbury Store. I had hoped to catch the next bus back after shopping, but after spending such a long and fruitless time searching for the shopping list, I realised I was not going to make it in time. So I poddled around the store and still spent a decent amount, but in a more leisurely fashion. Hehe!
The list I’d misplaced had things on it that I would usually get from Morrisons.
£17 spent, on Mini Pork & Pickle Pie, bottled water, breadsticks, oven-bottom-muffins, cheesy baps, apples and fresh garden peas, and an impulse purchase of this ‘British Steak Hash in London Porter Gravy.’ Braised Steak topped with Polenta-crusted potatoes and Barber’s tangy farmhouse mature cheddar. It was the look of the meal on the box cover that appealed to me. Looks rather tasty to me, despite the high cost of it.
Paid the gentleman on the till, and out and had a hobble into Arnold Front Street.
The general tone of the mostly elderly Nottinghamian populace, as they did their shoplifting… Sorry, shopping, was one of moroseness.
I worked out how long I had to spend until the next bus arrived, and it was about 50 minutes. So I went into the Asda (Walmart) store to spend even more money. The feet were already beginning to sting. Tsk!
I didn’t get too much from here. Lemon and Lime spring water, TV magazine for next week, Well, I like to know what I can fall asleep to watching, Haha! Ice cream cones and a bag of cheese curls. The queues at the checkouts were horrendous. So I walked to the other end of the store and used the self-serve tills.
There were only for of the tills without a red light on. So I waited my turn for one to become available. But, a man and woman, nimbler than I, shot in front of me, beating me to it. The tattooed gentleman rubbed his nose and face-stubble with the back of his hand and gave me a stare that said; “Worra yo lookin’ at?” Another till red light lit up. The three young lady assistants gossiping nearby showed no interest in this or anything else in the shop, it seemed. Still, they were having an enjoyable time nattering, it would have been rude to have disturbed them.
I was in no rush. Another till went down, and I managed to get on one of, by now two remaining operational machines. I put my things through without any cock-up.
Got the stuff bagged up. Getting rather heavy to carry, now. I passed the young lady assistants, still deep in conversation, but I could not hear what about.
Out to the bus stop on High Street.
Ten minutes later, the L9 arrived. The bus filled up en route. The sunshine came out even stronger. One bag at my feet, the other on my knee and I felt the warm wetness that told me that the fungal lesion was bleeding.
Not complaining mind, it’s been bloodless for 24 hours or more now.
These elderly passengers were delighted and gossiping. Laughing and enjoying each others company. It cheered me up just listening to them. Oddly, no tenants from the flats were on or got on en route.
One or to residents got on as I got off of the L9. Exchanged hellos and how are you’s with them, as they boarded the bus.
I went into the Wardens Shed, with the intentions of asking for help with phoning the Age UK about renewing my Content insurance. But no one was in so I couldn’t wait, or rather, didn’t want to wait about, as the lesion needed attention.
So, I left and returned to the apartment. Dropped everything and into the wet room. Cleaned things up and applied the Beclomethasone valerate cream. Washed-up and adorned fresh PPs.
Made a brew of tea, and drank it while I sorted and put away today’s purchases.
I got the pod peas boiling, and a few chips in the oven. Then, I thought I’d nip back to the Wardens Den and ask if they could help me, with the insurance phone call.
As I was walking along Chesnut Walk to the shed, Doris (Some of the resident’s names might not be correct, cause I can’t remember many, Tsk! Sorry), was coming in the other direction. We chatted a minute or so. She told me that Warden Deana is on holiday this week. Thus, Warden Julie is looking after both flats residents at the moment on her own. And there was no one in the hut.
I walked back with Doris to the apartments. Nice gal she is. I hope I remember on Monday to ask for help phoning.
The meal consisted of, a cheesy bap, sliced some gherkins, tomatoes, chips and a Pork Farms mini pork and pickle pie. With caramelised red onion chutney and a mug of fresh orange juice.
Not as tasty as it looked, though. The pie was dry and bitter, the chips tasteless, tomatoes the same. But the cheesy bap was good and tasty. I thought at first that I had overdone the podded peas cooked in demerara sugared water with onion salt. But these peas turned out to be the highlight of the whole meal. Ate them and the gherkins all up, but left half of the chips. After one bite, the rest of the dry tasting pie. I ate less than a half of the tasteless Spanish tomatoes. Best taste rating I could give this meal was 4/10, Eurgh!
In the morning, when I got around to updating this post, I found the photo I’d taken last Friday’s trip to the NHS drop-in centre and could not find at the time.
St Mary’s Church on High Pavement in the City Centre.
Got settled, and accompanied by noises from above: But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling off from the Nottingham City Homes for complaining about the noise. As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. I don’t want to lose my home. And watched some of the World Cup Matches on the box.
I nodded off for a few minutes. But when I woke with a start, I just had to dismount the £300 second-hand recliner and check what the noise was that had woken me up. Nothing found untoward after looking around.
But the mind was off again, with its directionless delving into problems and concerns without finding any solutions of course. Jumping from one subject to another. So, it was very late by the time I got to drift off again.
Ah, well, such is old age and insanity. Hehe!
Germany: Donnerstag, 21. Juni 2018
0400hrs: Woke and feeling a little under the weather, not poorly, just hazy… no that’s not the word. Acidulous, with an awareness of my ability for committing aeviternal errors, shortcomings, and cock-ups. I did not like myself much.
This morning, the brain was back to its meanderings, frettings, worrying and confused perceiving and making no sense of the world or universe.
No signs of any nocturnal nibbling or somnambulating having taken place, I tackled the job of removing my overly wobbly body mass from the £300 second-hand recliner with ease, and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna, and Roger Reflux were all in a good mood with me. Duodenal Donald, I could sense was getting ready to attack me shortly. The light tightening and gentle stabs of pain told me this.
I found the flipping hotplate on the stove had been left on a low setting overnight. What a schmuck!
Got the Health Checks completed and took the medications.
Th Sys, Dia, and the Pulse had gone back up again, about time too.
Shame about the weights slight increase. Particularly after the decent hobble to the City Hospital yesterday, I’d hoped it would have gone the other way, down.
The bulbous tummy innards rumbled, and I found myself rushing as fast as I could to the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence had me fooled, he’s back again. A messy session that needed cleaning up after. I decided to get the ablutions done while I was in there. For fear of disturbing the neighbours so early, I had a stand-up wash. No cuts shaving. Harold’s haemorrhoids were not bleeding. Only the fungal lesion stung when medicated. Tsk!
I returned to the kitchen, and threw away the now gone cold mug of English Breakfast tea, and made a fresh one. Took these shots while waiting for the kettle to boil.
You can see the underfelt on the right of the first photo. And, the progress on the balcony base, which doesn’t seem much compared to the same day last week.
I observed some parking spaces down below on Chestnut Walk. A curiosity indeed. I imagine that the more well-heeled, favoured fortunate few, who can afford a car, have a family to go away with, and have not lost their driving licences through ill-health, might be on holiday in Seychelles, Hong Kong or at the World Cup in Russia? Hehehe! Only joking!
I went to the kitchen and realised just how odd my legs were this morning, again, always a change every waking up.
Today it was the turn of the right leg to get more bloated than the left one. But both of them had seemed to have cleared out the water retention a fair bit. I’d hoped this would have helped me get the weight down, but, no. Tsk!
The left leg usually wins at this battle between them. Haha!
I went to make sure the keys were in the jacket pocket in the hallway, and guess what?
I found the Wilko Grow tomatoes in a can tin! After days of looking for this, I decided I’d lost it, but here it is on.
Perfectly natural to store a thing like this on top of the electricity box in the hall, with the fresh-air sprays. Well, maybe not eh? Haha!
I got the raffle prizes, nibbles and bits ready in the bag for the Winwood Social Hour later.
Got the yesterday’s diary completed and posted off. Made a start on this one.
I received an Email from the doctor’s surgery.
No mention of why they did not contact me last week with the results or to make an appointment for this week for me. As for their yet another late selection making this week for next week, I sent an Email back thanking them. But telling them that a 1230hrs appointment would be unsuitable for me. I went into some detail for them to ignore, explaining about my weariness that dawns very early in the day. A lat appointment means I am incapable of getting any other things done on that day. I bravely informed them that I would go to the City Hospital for the blood test. They always tell me off for doing this! But with two out of four weeks, they have not made me an appointment at all. Grumph & Grumble!
The Iceland delivery arrived while I was writing the paragraph above.
Sociable delivery driver. We had a little natter while he handed me the carrier bags through the door.
I got the bags carried through to the kitchen and laid on the floor, ready to get the things in them sorted and stored away.
Argh! Taking some things out, I caught the hook that was supporting my favouritest mug; Down it flew between the bags and hit the floor.
I considered crying, but I hadn’t got the energy. Haha!
Got the things for the future raffle prizes, nibble box off to the spare room.
Then, got the fridge and freezer things in one area, and cupboard stuff in another, and checked the invoice.
I had only received one of the two for £4 pork loin steaks.
I checked the email out. They had charged me £2.49 for the single pack, I thought I’d ordered two to get the offer price?
I found out that the other pack ordered was unavailable, clearly states ordered 2 Delivered 1 on the docket. But they have charged me £2.49 for it. I ordered this weeks fodder from Iceland because Morrison’s had been making so many ridiculous substitutions on their orders. You can’t win can yer! Rob-Dogs!
Got the diary caught up with to here, and already late, now. I set off to the Social Hour.
As I left the block of flats out onto Chestnut Way, I had a go at making a panoramic photograph. Didn’t come out as well as I’d hoped it would, but not too bad I suppose.
Went to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Area, Telling Inchcock off zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents Socialisationalistic room.
About 20 folks in attendance, including Big John. Put the raffle prize on the trolley.
Had a natter with Jenny and then Cyndy. Sat near Winchester William (who knicked my raffle tickets, Hehe! Lynne arrived, and we had a chinwag. She later handed-out thermometer/dampness monitors, that Nottingham City Homes had provided for anyone who wants one.
Handed out the nibbles, getting myself a bit of socialisationing enjoyment while doing so.
Dizzy Dennis visited suddenly. I departed early, confused a little now.
Strolled down in the sunshine and warm wind back to the flat. Got inside at 10:50hrs.
Up to my apartment without needing a wee-wee either?
Did the second set of Health Checks. All readings apart had taken a dive.
Took the shoes off and to the storage area in the spare room.
The noise of the drilling outside was horrendous. These photos I took of two gentlemen drilling-away near the window. The quality of these pictures are not good, in fact, they’re bad. This is due to the windows not being able to be cleaned, as they remain locked Rightly so, during the workers on the hoists upgrading work is done. I think!
Did the midday tablet taking and got on with updating this blog.
I opened the humidity/temperature thingy and got it on the bookshelves. Bit of a shame they did not put the once English, until we gave away our heritage and hopes by going over to the Metric system, to beg for membership of the EU as it was known then: forgetting us oldies still live by Fahrenheit and get confused you know. We have many qualities that have we seen abandoned by many around us. Like, honesty, empathy, and reliability. Hello, I’ve off again moaning. Sorry about that.
But, I remembered that I had to do some more page top funnies as I had run out of them again. So, on to CorelDrawing.
Four hours later, I’d got some done, while I listened to the unmelodious knocks, grinds, and bangs from above. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling off from the Nottingham City Homes for complaining about the noise. As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. You’ll have to put up with it. I don’t want to lose my home.
Now I’ve turned my limited and stunted attention (Very tired now, I could understand it, if I had done anything, Tsk!), to getting summat to eat.
Can’t say I really enjoyed this one. Rating of 5/10 given for taste value, no, make it 3.5/10 after all.
Watched the Argentina v Croatia game. It really cheered me up when the Argies lost 3-0, a right tonic that was. The so-called ‘Hand-of-God’ incident came back to my mind, making the experience even more gratifying to watch.
My glee did not last long, for the cameraman showed a close-up of drug-taking, alcoholic millionaire Maradonna in the dug-out. I could not resist saying a few comforting words of badinage and lampooning in his direction.
After the game finished, the wandering mind took over again. What the heck I didn’t fret or ponder over or about, was probably less than what I did excogitate about. Memories of most topics I considered, had gone off into the ether, the second another one presented itself. At one point I found myself begging the brain to stop. Very sad!
Eventually I managed to nod-off.