Thursday 12th July 2018

Bulgarian: Четвъртък, 12 юли 2018 г.

0420hrs: I stirred into life, somewhat reluctantly for some unknown reason or other. Within seconds of pondering over this fact, the innards informed me, it would be best if I made my way like the clappers to the Porcelain Throne, or risk an Accifauxpa of embarrassing consequences.

Which turned out to be a malicious false alarm. When I arrived, scratching at Belinda’s Blotches and Rashes en route, and sat down; the evacuation started as if it was going to be another loose, messy one… then something abruptly and effectively plugged the movement solid. I found myself painfully forcing the proceedings over the next five minutes or so. Much blood needed clearing and cleaning up after the motion had eventually been completed. Oh, Gadzooks, yes! Embarrassingly, the bowl, lid, my legs and rear-end, and splashes on the floor, all required attention with the antisepticalisational clean-up!

Getting my cumbrous but cuddly body back into an upright perpendicular position was not easy. Comedic, yes, painful yes. But a hell of a challenging task. Hehe!

While in the wet room, I tended to the ablutions earlier than usual, to be ready for the Morrison delivery when it arrives.

A stand-up wash, teggies, and teeth were done.

Medicationalising Brenda’s Blotches and Rashes I did next.

Although still itching, the blotches were a lot less painful and were far less vivid than yesterday. I decided against using that horrible messy ointment this time, and dried up after washing and applied some Savlon cream all over, that seemed to ease things almost straight away. But with how things have been going with this ailment, I’ve found that things can change very quickly.

I felt much more comfortable after the treatment.

I had to put some clothes on of course before the Morrison man comes with the groceries I’ve ordered.

I just hope that they do not irritate things and start off the swelling and colouring up, itching and pain again.

Went to the kitchen to make a brew of the Assam tea and get the Health Checks completed.

Just look at the horrible outcome of my mashing a brew on the right!

Whatever I did when I made the small mug of tea, I hope never to do again.

I dished it and made another one a little while later.

The sphygmomanometer took a few attempts to get it to work, this time. But the results all looked pretty good to me.

I turned off the machine before I took a photo or recorded the results. Stored it back in the cupboard. Took it out and did another test with it. Tsk!

In the front room, the Nottingham City Homes provided machine indicated I had a humidity of 51 (Whatever that means, but it was in the green area).

The temperature was well into the red at 31°c – 87.8°f. It felt sweaty and intrusively hot in the flat.

No sunshine yet this morning.

0638hrs, I began the updating of yesterdays post, and the Morrison Man arrived.

I seem to recall when I made up this order, should I get the Morrison own label cheese curls that I do like a lot, or should I try the Smiths Cheese Quavers that were on offer at 3 for 3×6 packs (Yellow packs in the photograph). I think I made a faux-pas and ordered both. I’ve now got 3×6 packs of Quavers and 2×6 packs of Cheese Curls. Should last me a while anyway. Tsk!

The bread for the Wardens and the beetroot wraps for Jenny’s Saturday nibbles came as well.

They had some missing items, Morrison own label: 2x cooked beef slices and Lemon & Lime Spring Water. At least they did not send substitutes in place this time. If they had, I’d have probably got raw chicken legs and Champagne. Hehehe!

Sorted out the Social nibbles. Raffle prizes and giveaways, got them in the bag ready for later to take with me. 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 Socialisationing Area, telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, for the Social Hour.

Then finished off and got the Wednesday post sent off.

Started on this diary, got the photographs prepared, etc.

I made up the recycling bag and black bags. I took them all to the chute so I could photograph how small the new slide-in top actually is for you.

The supplied orange recycling bag I placed on the edge of the chute. No intention of trying to squash it in, of course, merely to show the difference in size. These bags used to go down the old chute – see what I mean about the new much smaller one?

You can see the actual size of the new chutes, as I placed my arthritic, cramp-ridden left hand against the tiny black bag of rubbish before I tipped it down.

I had time to make up the next Morrison order… no, come to think of it, I don’t have time. Got ready and off to the Social Hour.

Out of the flat and to the elevator, taking the orange bag of recyclable trash.

Ten, back to the dwelling to fetch the hearing-aids I realised I’d forgot to take with me. What a Shmendrik!

Placed the bag in the big bin outside the caretaker’s door.

Photographicalised the top half of Woodthorpe Court. Looks like they are starting to apply some paint now. Well, undercoat I think.

The new extra care unit being built is coming on leaps and bounds.

As I made my way down Chesnut Walk, I could see some of the residents at the bus stop.

Came up to the cabling near the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationing Area, telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, for the Social Hour.

(Bottom Photo) At first, I thought they had supplied a blow-up padding pool for us. Hahaha! Best if they don’t leave it where it is long, it’ll get knicked for sure!

Got in and greeted everyone, not that there were many residents in today. Had a chinwag with Jenny. Put the prize on the trolley, brought two raffle tickets and gave them away. Walked around to hand out the nibbles that Jenny had saved for me from the last visit, getting a few words and laughs in. Sat with Lynne, Pete, Bill Willian on Sundays and BJ arrived to join us.

BJ will ring me on Saturday just before he calls to collect me and take me to the Papplewick Pumping Station In-Steam Day. Should be a good chance for some photographicalisationing.

After more enjoyable nattering, I said cheerio to all, and caught the bus up to Mapperley Tops, to get some of Pork Ribs in Hoisin sauce. But they had none in, and a member of staff told me they had definitely stopped stocking them now. I nearly cried!

I paid the lad on the till for the stuff that I’d purchased, which was: 2 bottles of flavoured water. Some Chinese flavoured Pork Shoulder slices (For tonight’s nosh). A pack of American Style Streaky Bacon with Maple syrup, (Produce of Poland). Three little-tiny bags of small potatoes. Frikadellens. Ice cream in wafers. Piccolo tomatoes, and two fresh cream jam doughnuts for my dessert tonight.

A fair bit of weight in the bags, that I had packed hurriedly so as not to keep others waiting at the check-out; I stopped to redistribute the burden to carry.

This was when I noticed the sign for the building next door. I wondered if they, could help me? Haha!

The plates-of-meat were soon stinging as I made my with some urgency (Wee-wee needed!), and at speed, I didn’t think I was capable of anymore.

Along Plains Road and right down Mapperley Rise, onto Winchester Street and to Chestnut Walk. The Willmott Dixon lads seemed very busy.

As I changed course towards the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationing Area, telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, for the Social Hour shed and took a photograph of the entry door. Which when I got around to downloading to the computer later – had done a disappearing trick, off into the ether! Oy Vey!

I called in the hut for a wee-wee, and hand the Wardens some ice-cream wafers. But, the cupboard was bare, unembellished by humankind. (Well, there was me, but my qualifying for being called human, might be questionable! Haha!)

I pressed on, met Ray near the flats, and we had a little chinwag and laugh.

Up to the apartment, greeted by the intense blast of pure heat when I opened the door.

I reckon it was showing around 104°f on the thermometer!

I stripped off, and then got the fodder stored away

Started on updating this blog. Sister Jane rang me, she was making chilli-burgers for her and Pete’s middle-meal. Sounded nice the way she told me what was going into it. I lost, or she lost the signal.

I tried to ring back, and the mobile informed me the battery was Critically Low. I’d only charged it up on Friday, and hadn’t used it until today?

The talk of food prompted me to get the oven ready warming up for the pork, and the potatoes and peas in the saucepan, seasoned with oregano and basil with sea salt.

Pressed on doing the diary up to here.

Went on Facebook to get caught up on the TFZer site.

Getting tired now, time to get the nosh sorted.

Of all of the ingredients on this plate of fodder, only the potatoes were enjoyed. The pork slices seemed like shoe leather with bits of fat in it! Although the seasoning was tasty.

All in all, overall and all together – Crap! Hehe!
I begrudgingly rated this nosh a taste score of 4.5/10, sad innit? Tsk!

You may have noticed there were four pieces of pork in the pan in the top food picture? There are only two made it to the plate. I dropped the tray taking it out of the oven, (Thank you Craig Cramps). Two slices of pork escaped the tray, onto the kitchen floor, the two on the plate did not. Klutz!

Did the washing up. Then the Health Checks. Medicated areas in need of treating. 

I flopped down in the chair and turned on the TV, Noisy Herbert above was giving it some clanging, banging and knocking.

Mind you, it was more entertaining than the programmes on the TV! Hehe! (But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking Nottingham City Homes upset for me saying about their favourite, superior, influential tenant making a 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, primarily by doing nothing wrong.)

Despite Herbert’s tinkering away on and off… I got off to sleep earlier than of late, thankfully.

TTFN each.