Saturday 2nd June 2018

Portuguese: Sábado, 2 de Junho de 2018

0415hrs: My expergefaction was denied me this morning; cause I never got to sleep in the first place! A totally insomniacal night! Well, I did get ten-minutes, Tsk!) Very perturbing!

I just decided to get up and do the Health Checks.

Had a right dizzy when I stood up out of the £300 second-hand recliner! It lingered a lot longer than they usually do, too.

I started off a little grumpy and niggly with myself and everything around. Lack of kip to blame for this I thought.

The sphygmomanometer took five attempts before it worked. All four of the readings were down compared to yesterdays first session.

I popped into the spare room to weigh myself and stubbed my toe. Amazing, the agony that toe-stubbing can achieve! Haha! I was so upset, I forgot to do it, but I did later on.

I put the kettle on and had a quick wash in the wet room.

Back to the kitchen. I’d got the camera on the dressing gown pocket, and removed it an put it down on the window ledge, the flipping thing flashed and took this picture on the right. I need a shave, and the bloated stomach was agitated and rumbling. No signs of the Porcelain Throne being required yet, mind?

I now seem to have some more changes to the pot-marks, bruises, etc. around my body. Patches of a yellowish colour have appeared on the fingers, hands, arms and legs now. Maybe they are bruises of some sort. But if they are, I cannot recall banging these areas?

But the most startling thing was the disappearance of some of the blood spots. I’m sure I had about eight on the lower right arm yesterday, and this morning, none!

I got the computer on and finalised yesterday’s Incock Today and got it posted off.

During which (0535hrs) I heard a couple of heavy thuds from Noisy Herbert above. Nothing else perceived afterwards.

Email from Sister Jane, with a Photograph of her taking a sip of tea! Hahaha!

Then made a start on this blog, up to here.

0755hrs: I decided to get the ablutions, for a douche, shave etc. and general purification, lavage and medicationalisationing done. I hope I can get to have an evacuation before I go out on the hour-long walk to get the prescriptions. I don’t want to get caught out!

Off to the wet room. Sorted the cleansing activities and to the kitchen to make sure I’d not left anything on, running or open than I shouldn’t have.

Oh heck! The rain is pelting down now. Felt muggy too, 71°c inside. Thus, I elected to catch a bus down to Mansfield Road, then walk to the Chemist in Carrington.

Down and outside, I met a resident lady, and we had a chinwag and laughed as we walked to the Obersturmbannführeress and Untersturmführeress Warden’s Temporary (Not at weekends and Bank Holiday’s of course) and pleblicologistic Management HQ. And, Willmot-Dixon workers break-rest Room, Social Hut, Target for Thieves to steal pottery and food from, Training Room, Social gathering area, and Telling Inchcock-Off shed’. Hehehe!

Many tenants were waiting to catch the bus this morning. Smokers outside the hut and non-smokers in the dry inside the shed. Jenny, Roy and his better half, Welsh Bill (in good form) and several others. A nattering session ensued. I was a little concerned about busy Jenny, bless her. She look’s after those who go to the Saturday Coffee Morning and was busy sorting things out, she did not look very well. I’ll pop up to see her and Frank later.

The bus arrived, and I joined the end of the extended queue of Woodthorpe Court and Winchester Court Nottinghamian Residents. I was almost soaked through by the time I got on the bus. I stood back to let the lovely lady from Geordieland get on into the dry L9, and everyone one of fifteen or so other members of the complex got on in front of me. But it didn’t matter, for I knew I was only going to get wet again on my hobble to get the prescriptions. The others will probably end up sodden through and in a similar situation.

About five others got off the bus at the same stop as I did.

They soon left me trailing as they shot-off to get their weekend food in.

As I turned onto Mansfield Road, the weather got darker and the rain heavier.

The ailments were all being kind to me. Overall, considering that I had not got any sleep in for 26 hours or so, I limped along reasonably well, while trying to keep an eye on the roadside puddles and any buses or lorries coming along to spray and soak me through.

Which, incidentally, didn’t take too long.

 A few hundred yards further along the road, a bus went through a large puddle… but cunningly I had it all planned and had noticed it coming along the road. And swung the umbrella up high to protect me from the worst of the rainwater – smart stuff this, I thought.

Self-righteous Mode Adopted, but only momentarily! I did not see the single-decker bus behind the double-decker! This one caught me right and proper leaving me spitting out the precipitation water. Derp!

I squelched on, up the hill. Crossed over the road and down the other side into Carrington.

I came across a piece of Nottingham Street Art. It lay there in the wet, between St John’s Church and the Children’s playground. I had a look around and found no fewer than 18 beer cans and alcohol bottles, all empty of course, near the gate into the kids play area. Huh!

I think it worth mentioning that throughout the whole days hobbling, I did not see a single police officer. I thought they may have gone on strike and nobody told us?

I got to the chemist and picked up the months prescription supply. Then on to Lidl’s store. Where I spent another dollop of cash. Wieners, baguettes, potato slices, Marzano tomatoes, Melton pie, Almond Choc Slices and other stuff for the nibble-box, Strawberry ice-cream cones and shortbread biscuits.

I paid without any aberrations or errors, at the self-serve checkouts. The hoity-toity, high and mighty, uppity, snooty, stuck-up, toffee-nosed Lidl chap doing the overseeing, was one of their best ever. His ignoring of the customers and his excellent contemptuous attitude accompanied by what just has to be the most superior sneer, that I have ever come across, was praiseworthy. Combined with his ability to natter to the lounging against the window, the security guard in between neglecting the clients in trouble on the self-serve tills, ensured he worthily got my vote for ‘Most Bumptious Lidl Employee of the year’, so far anyway.

Paid-up and departed, and out I went to the bus stop to get a bus back into Sherwood.

If I caught the next one due, I might be in time to get the L9 back up the hill to the flats from Mansfield Road.

But this was not to be.

By the time I’d grubbled about to find the bus-pass, I’d missed the bus!

I got on the next vehicle and dropped off in Sherwood. 

I went over to the bus stop on the opposite side of the road, discovered the next L9 was due in 109 minutes.

So, a mini-trek back to the flats was called for.

Up the hill and down towards the gates into Woodthorpe Grange Park.

Not many folks about.

Some lovely wildflowers to have a look at on the old football field, though.

Halfway up the footpath, the most beautiful and pungent smell of the bdellium mixed in with the rain dropping from the trees, made life worth living for a few seconds. 

This is only the third time in life that I’ve been lucky enough to smell this.

Some more Nottingham Treet Art empty beer cans were around the park bench area.

And this robbed me of the pleasure of the bdelliums fragrance inspired contentment.

The rain suddenly stopped.

Near the top of the footpath, I saw a robin redbreast. I was determined to try and get a good photograph of him.

As you can see, I didn’t! By gum, these birds are like lightning! Tsk!
I spent a little too long trying to get the beautiful bird in focus.

The complex came into view as I turned and passed the Tree Copse.

Down the slippery muddy footpath down to the dwellings.

Got inside and up to the flat. Were I rang Josie’s doorbells as I unlocked and opened the door.

I apologised for opening Josies letter and handed it to her.

We had a natter, glad to say she did not take offence at my mistake.

I got in and had a wee-wee.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Put the new prescriptions away in the medical drawers. 

Sadly, they had not put my Antacid medicine or the Furosemide tablets in with the other medications! Got to go back again now! But, I’ll go on Monday. Grumblegnats! But, they had added the Haemorrhoid Cream. I can’t win em all! Tut!

I took this shot of the lovely for a moment view out of the kitchen window.

Then got on with updating and photograph sorting for this post for three hours.

Got the tomato and mushroom sauce and tin of chopped tomatoes on a low light and put the bacon and sausages in the oven to cook.

When the vegetarian sausages were cooked, I added them to the saucepan of tomatoes and mushrooms to let them flavour each other for half-an-hours simmering and stirring.

Off for a wee-wee. Washed up and back to the kitchen to serve up the fodder.

A delightfully tasty meal, (8.5/10) but I found it very messy eating it. And there were no shakes to blame for the mess I’d made of eating it. Tsk!

I had tomato juice over my chest, hands and fingers and on the £300 second-hand recliner cover and cushion to clean up!

Got settled in time to watch the friendly match, England v Nigeria.

I expect the scoreline was just about fair. But cannot say this about Stirling’s disgraceful dive in the penalty box.

Thank heavens he is not a used car salesman, an estate agent, politician or bank manager. Hehe!

This just shows the depths of immorality, turpitude and dishonesty of the over-paid mollycoddled, overindulged, spoon-fed, cheating, chicanery-ridden and pampered-to spondulicks-mad, philargyristic footballers of today. I read that Stirling is paid £189,000 a week, without win bonuses that will be added. The average Premier League match ticket is now £36.68. Manchester City: from £35 to £58. I wonder if these prices will ever ‘Dive’!

Off for a wee-wee.

Started to watch some Red Dwarf on the box… first set of advertisements came on, and I went off into a much-needed sleep. Ahh!