Monday 30 July 2018
0335hrs: I’d only had a couple of hours sleep, yet I woke with a start – and instantly decided to get the laundry duties done immediately.
No waiting for the brain to engage with the limbs, no fretting about anything and no ailments playing up either! An esoterica moment for me, this was.
Out of the Ā£300 second-hand recliner with ease, and off for a wee-wee.
The passing was a painful short one that produced a much different coloured waste product.
Dressed and seemingly in an auto-daze, I’d collated the requirements for the washing and was out and going down in the lift to the 
laundry room.
When I arrived at the machines, there was Roy from the 14th floor, doing his washing.
The lad could not sleep either, so he too decided his laundry should be done. This meant I could not get a washer to use. So, we had a laugh twixt us, and I gave up and returned to the flat.
Another wee-wee, then got the Health Checks done.
The resulting figures looked alright to me.
Took the medications and then updated the weekly Excel record for last week and this morning.
I could hear the strong winds outside blowing. No raining, but the skyline looked a little bleak and dreary so we might get some later methinks.
Had yet another wee-wee. Mmm?
A little cooler temperature today, remaining in the Red zone, though. The humidity remains higher but within range.
I set about updating and finishing off the Sunday post. This took me about three hours or so. Then posted it off and began this diary page.
Went to make another brew of extra-strong English Breakfast tea.
Had one more wee-wee.
The winds seemed to be slackening off.
Looked at the WordPress comments and replied to it.
Then went on the WP reader page.
Ablutions tended too. No shaving cuts, stubbings of toes or other ailment harassments. This can’t last… can it? Hehe!
I washed the four emptied sauce bottles and put them in the bag to take down and drop off when I go out. Made up the black bag to go as well.
Had a final wee-wee, made sure I’d got my list of four things I need to buy put in my jacket pocket. Then set out. Went to the rubbish chute and put the black bag down.
Went back into the flat to collect my hearing aids. Nebekh!
Out again and got down and out of the foyer, and placed the jars in recycling bin.
Still no rain as such, but the weather kept threatening it.
As I looked up at the front of Woodthorpe Courts, it looked a right mess where the desperate for fresh air and a view of outdoors elderly tenants, had torn off the protective cellophane window coverings.
I am not one of these tenants. Smug Mode-Adopted!
Access to the old peoples wonderfully well looked after, bird poo covered, attractive and much loved sitting bench seat, was available today, I observed.
I had to go along the road and through between a van and car to get to it, mind.
But with the footpath currently still closed off and full of holes in the ground, open trenches and barriers, it was the only way to get to this Nottingham City Council street furniture on Chestnut Walk.
The woodworms, spiders, the rotting display of a pungent but colourful selection of putrid bird-poo and gnats decided me against even thinking of sitting on it. Haha!
I pressed on, meeting Doreen and we chatted as we made our way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, UnterscharfĆ¼hreress 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 somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed.
There were a few tenants inside, including May, Pete and Roy. A nice nattering session was had. We joined the other residents out at the bus stop.
The was soon full of festive fun-loving folks. Who all got off at Sherwood
This left me was the only passenger on the vehicle. But it soon filled up again en route to Arnold.
Where I alighted and went straight to the Asda (Walmart) shop.
I rushed around searching for my selected products. But finding the Hoisin Sauce and the BBQ Rice Crackers took me far too long. I feared I would miss the L9 bus back to the flats. Then the checkouts all had long queues, so I went to the self-serve area. Where I had difficulties in working out why it kept telling I had not placed a pack of the seasoned potatoes in the bagging area. Yey, the light above remained on a green? I really didn’t want to waste time by disturbing the three members of staff having a chat right next to me.
Somehow I got it all done and rushed as fast as I could out to the bus stop. There was the L9 at the shelter.
I put myself through a real pain barrier (The poor old plates-of-meat were giving me agony!) to get there before it drove away. I got to about four feet away from the door, and the driver pulled off! The tachat!
I walked, well, limped to a High Street request stop and caught the first bus that would drop me off on Mansfield Road in Sherwood. I wasn’t long coming, and because the L9 takes a more circulative route, I got to Sherwood in time to catch the L9 that I had missed in Arnold. Can’t simple life be messy? Haha!
Got on the L9, which had many other residents on board, and up to the flats.
I managed to take this photograph on the right as the bus turned off of Winchester Road into Chestnut Walk and the Winwood complex.
The weather had suddenly changed, the sunshine gone, hidden in the dark clouds 
amassing.
Woodthorpe Court was beginning to look a bit more like it should, by the time all the jobs get done.
How many of us old uns will live long enough to see this miracle mature, is not sure yet, of course! Hehe!
When the traffic got thinner on the ground, we passengers and tenants were allowed to walk down the middle of the road, back to Woodthorpe Court.
As you can see, the other people again left me in their wake as they sped off away from me to get home.
Many of them were older than I am. But I could not keep up with the clan. Shame innit!
I gave up chasing after them and took these photographs.
A dodgy path to have to walk today. Building material, delivery lorries and vans, parked cars and loads of holes and trenches to be aware of and get through.
I imagine that just like me, the need for a wee-wee had been spurring them on, perhaps? Hahaha!
The had all gone up when I arrived at the foyer. Up in the lift back to the number 72, and had a wee-wee.
Got the fodder put away. I’d not bought much today. BBQ rice cakes, Scottish Shorties biscuits, Asda BBW cooking sauce, Hoisin sauce and seasoned potato slices for tomorrows dinner.
Did the Health Checks and the medicationing was done.
Started to update this post.
Got the peas podded and in the pan.
Went on the TFZer Facebook to add today’s photographs.
Then I had to get on with creating some more diary-top graphics on CorelDraw and PhotoPaint. All I did was select some graphic ideas to use later, tiredness looming again. Tsk!
Nosh served up.
I’m afraid the pod peas had to be thrown away. They have changed to different colours, and I had green, grey and brown ones in the saucepan. No idea what went wrong, perhaps they were late season peas, or had I put something in the pan without realising? Urgh!
The beef pasties, cheesy potato mash and tomatoes were okay.
I was accompanied by Herbert above clattering and banging while I tried to watch some TV programme.
I managed to nod-off and slept through to 0330hrs.
The innards were rumbling. But no activity yet.
The weight had gone up, not surprisingly, with my lack of physical activity.
to avoid condensation on the windows. Many readers also report high internal humidity levels following the installation of cavity wall insulation, which appears to trap moisture in the cavity ā despite the fact that industry claims that this canāt happen.
As I hobbled around making a mug of tasty-strong tea, the Dizzies eased off a lot. But the plates-of-meat, expressly the right foot, was giving me some gip.
The number one elevator was out of service. And it’s been 
working ever since it last broke down on Wednesday, too. Sarcasm Mode Adopted here, Hehe!
Out through metal-maze to the caretaker’s door and left the recycling bag with the others there.
For there was no space to get onto the footpath without the usual using the roadway. And that was covered in puddles of muddy rainwater from the trenches and holes the lads were in the middle of preparing for the water and power cables to go in to supply the new tenant’s flats in the Extra-Care-Block they were working on. Still, it creates a bit of interest.
rain.
on dry bark and grass is one of the best aroma’s I’ve ever had the pleasure to smell. Bootiful! Except, perhaps cheesy baked potatoes? Hehe!
I was still in good spirits as I left the store.
AS I turned down Chestnut Walk, I stopped again to take a photograph of all of the three blocks. But the trees hid the new build extra-care building in between the two taller Courts.
I limped along with the feet, especially the trodden on the right one, hurting something horrible!
Straight for a wee-wee and did the Health Checks.
Nosh prepared and served up – by gum it took me some time, sorting and cleaning up afterwards.
I washed and cleaned up and returned to the recliner room.
: Flipping heck, had I been nocturnal nibbling and drinking or what! On the other chair was the tray from last nights meal, containing the empty plate and cutlery, and added after eating, a pork pie wrapper with half of it consumed, empty 
cheese curl wrappers, and get this, folks, no less than four empty spring water bottles and an orange juice can!
I looked at the monitoring thingamajig, and it indicated that the temperature was the same as yesterday morning. But blimey, it feels nippy!
I tried to take a shot of the rain now falling.
The rain stopped.
I made a large mug of tea using one Twinings best Strong Breakfast Tea bag, and an Asda (Walmart) weak flavoured cheapo one, with just a splash of milk. It tasted grand!
Got an early nosh prepared and eaten. I enjoyed this meal and gave it a Flavour Rating of 9.55/10, the highest for a long while.
: As I was getting to the wet room door, things started to evacuate of their own accord from the rear end – Again, how I got on the Porcelain Throne in time, I don’t know, but I managed it.
All the reading had gone up a tad.
I’d let the tea get cold, so made another brew. 
reason I got no response.
Got inside and to the lift.
Put the bits away that I’d bought. Some bargains amongst that lot I thought.
1445hrs: Got the nosh prepared.
Got the meal served up on the tin-plate. The TFZ in the potato letters might tickle the funny bone of members of the Troll Free Zone, I hope.
Put the used tray on the other armchair, and got up to do the pots, but I took a picture through the air blocking and view limiting bird-poo covered new unwanted balcony inner window.
The intercom chirped into life, the Morrison delivery had arrived. The driver was Kevin again, pleasant chap.
I decided to do the ablutions after cleaning up, while I was in the wet room.
Went to the kitchen to make another mug of tea.
: Went on the WordPress Reader section. Virgin Internet went down again. I turned everything off and left it.
Took the nibble box around and got some little chinwags in on the way.
Still found time to take this last shot, of the busy workers at the next gated compound along towards Woodthorpe Court.
Got the meal served up.
I took the morning medications.
I got the ablutions tended to, black bags, empty sauce bottle washed and recycling bag all collated.
Left the recycling bag at the door and put the bottle in the green bin.
Spotted some Nottingham Street Artwork that had been created in and on the littler bin near the cut-through passage.
I plodded on down to Mansfield Road.
Then as I went to move on, I noticed the lady with her rescue greyhound, making her way towards me.
Bless both their cotton socks!
This brought thoughts of the murder and three stabbings in those walls last week.
when I get home.
I got a hell of a shock as I started to move on after taking the photo I can tell you.
it.
I got in the hospital and took a ticket and sat down, got the crossword book out and awaited my turn.
Empty outside now, apart from a security officer in the car park.
Only a short journey back to the flats.
Walked up to the apartments from the bus stop, the feet now worse than ever, but I am not complaining at all; No dizzies, shakes, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald or Reflux Roger bother at all.
there’s something that doesn’t often happen!
fashion leaning on something and using his mobile phone. Just as well I didn’t expect to get any reaction to my greetings, cause I didn’t get any.
Got the meal served up.
As I was separating my body-bulk from the Ā£300 second-hand recliner, I noticed the new bruises from where I walked into the open door of the 1964 G-plan cabinet yesterday had changed colour. All the blue-red colouring that was there before had now altered to a dark grey shade with green-brown highlights and black spots? Hehe! Come to think of it. I’ve not seen many of the Iron-Clad biting beetles recently, I wonder if they have laid the eggs under my skin? Hahaha!
I got on with finishing the Monday Diary. Eventually, I did so and posted it off.
: It was horrible tasting! Ah-well. But it looked good. Hehe!
I took this photographicalisation so you could view the stifling atmosphere I’m living in. The lack of air. The lack of light.
Out into Chestnut Walk, where the sunshine was intense and hot. The sky beautiful, with some folks either coming back from or going on holiday I assumed, in the plane above. Not a hint of jealousy, of course. Haha!
Dropped off some cones, and made my way back to the flats.
The footpaths were blocked by parked cars, building plant cranes and holes dug in the ground ready for the pipework to be laid. The only option for we old nuisances was to dice with death in the traffic to get back home, fall down one of the trenches or kip-down in the bushes until the traffic cleared. Hehehe!
is located. My not being a handyman or knowledgeable about anything that needs building, erecting, planning, water, electricity, putting together, mending, glueing or anything like that.
Frank came out of a lift as I was wondering why the temperature had disappeared from the electronic sign and asked me what I was doing. I told him taking photos of interest to my foreign TFZer and WordPress contacts.
Back in the flat, I pondered on what to have for my meal later. I decided on a meat pie, boiled small potatoes (In the crock-pot) with distilled vinegar and onion salt, freshly podded peas with demerara sugar and sea salt, and maybe tomatoes, pickled gherkins and a few of the mini-Cumberland sausages, maybe, perhaps, possibly.
Lizzi and Lillie at the Castle Market? Hehe!
The meal turned out 50/50 in the success stakes this time.
: The Whoopsie derived bruises, acquired last night from my walking naked, apart from my socks, into a left-opened door of the fast decomposing, disintegrating hardwood 1964 G-Plan cabinet, were still a bit tender.
had and was bleeding, and Diahorrea Donald was in total control of the evacuation process. Tsk!
surgery have not made me an appointment again. Fancy that! Azoy gait es!
All ready for Sue to arrive now. I did a bit more work on the TFZer graphics.
Ah! One of the smaller hoists came up by the window. I think this might be what the noise was earlier.
Set out to the Chemists. Met some residents in the foyer, Mo, Jenny and Frank.Ā 
Caught the bus down Winchester Street Hill to Mansfield Road.
made my way to the Lidl store to be insulted, sneered at and looked down upon.
I got the bag from the chemist out on the counter.
Considering that I had used the buses today and not got a decent hobble in at all, I was feeling well-tired-out.
: What a Shlimazel! Getting the tablet tray out, it slipped from my grasp. 
Made another mug of Assam tea, (The much stronger flavoured Twinnings brand of tea, the PG version is very bland tasting) and took one of the Diahorrea Donald capsules.
Went to get some fresh peas podded and into the saucepan with some sugar and Balsamic vinegar seasoning, ready to cook later.
I walked into the 1950’s made cabinet doors I’d left open.
It took me a long time to decipher the handwriting. Then a bit of memory clicked-in. I was in a supermarket looking in the freezer section, and a large packet of roast potatoes started to sing to me. Hehe!Ā ā« All of me, why not bake all of me… ā« Not the foggiest what it was all about.
I got out of the Ā£300 second-hand recliner, almost nimbly and without any pain whatsoever! Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna… in fact none of the usual ailment were bothering me. Apprehension and confusion at this ease of movement replaced the typical matutinal physical pains.
: I almost skipped (Well, hobbled more easily) to the Porcelain Throne. Where the evacuation was uncomfortable, gooey, messy and sticky! I must remember to get some more toilet rolls on Monday. Tsk!
Got a good cleaning up session done. Found some more of the ironclad biting beetles in the wet room.
Returned to the computer room and noticed the Nottingham City Homes Monitoring thingy was still showing 31Ā°c – 88Ā°f. The temperature has been in the red zone since they provided this machine. When I mentioned this to someone the other day, I was told it is the same for everyone! So, why did they offer them in the first place, if they are going to ignore the readings anyway?Ā Smoke & Mirrors?
I took the bin bags to the chute and the empty jars to the recycling bin on the way to the bus stop.
still feeling perky, the state as I woke up in.
What a shock I got when I got into Daybrook!
I called in the small Tesco store and got some spring water and ice-cream cones. By gum, the bags were heavy now, and I was struggling a bit with them.
million times for that grand gesture and offer, young Lady! I did have to decline, because I had weighted the two bags to be more or less even, and this was taking pressure off of Hippy Hilda. Who was showing signs of not being too pleased with me? Restored my faith in humankind this did. Worryingly, the EQ was still sure that something not pleasant, was and is always going to happen today. Already!
Worryingly, I spotted several bees that looked to be in distress, apathetic some of them had lost their colouring and were melting; if that is the right word for it. (I know its not the correct wording, but as I sit here typing this, I am feeling suddenly worse and concentration has gone kaput!)
I’ll get the meal served up early, and take a calm sit down… well that’s the plan. Hehe!