Tuesday 17th July 2018

Hebrew: יום שלישי 17 ביולי 2018

0450hrs: Woke up thinking of the Morrison delivery due today, instead of Thursday this week. Belinda’s Blotches were itching badly, but not over-painful, unless I scratched at them.

The mind seemed almost sangfroid. The ailments felt mostly calm, too.

I disentangled my overweight over-cuddly torso and limbs from the £300 second-hand recliner with ridiculous ease and went to do the Health Checks.

All the results, apart from the weight, were in an acceptable-to-me range.

Off to get the ablutions done early, a stand-up job, of course, this early in the day.

Don’t want to disturb the neighbours with the noise from the shower running.

Belinda’s blotches seemed to be metamorphosing. Belinda’s new pattern reminded me of North America and Iceland? Hehe!

Got dressed, well, I don’t want to shock the Morrison Delivery driver Haha!

Got the computer on and started this page going, up to here. Then got on with finalising the Monday post, a big one, that took me ages. Got it finished eventually and sent off into the ether.

Got the comments responded to on WordPress.

The Morrison chap arrived with the groceries.

Got the bags into the kitchen ready to sort out.

: I went to put the frozen stuff away, and found that I’d left the freezer door ajar! Argh!

Had to throw some stuff away in a black bag, and cried a little. Hehehe! I just hope I can save some of the fodder I left in.

The fridge, (with me putting in the bottles of water to keep cold) was cram-packed again!

Shouldn’t need to buy anything else for a while. Well, that may depend on if the freezer freezes quick enough to save the stuff in there. Fingers crossed, but I expect more losses to come yet.

A meeting is taking place later today, at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, 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 somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed. I think this is why I bought the bag of pears, perhaps?

I shelled some fresh garden peas.

Got them in the saucepan with some demerara sugar. And some potatoes into the crock-pot and on a low setting.

Then I made up two black bags of rubbish and took them to be disposed of down the waste chute. Small as I made the bags, it still took a little effort and elbow grease to get them to go into the tiny narrow opening.

I already have a bag of recycling to be carried down and out to the caretaker’s room. By the time I’d got everything away, I had made up another. Why do you ask? (Or not, Hehe!) I had to take some cooked stuff out of the packaging to get the contents into the fridge and take up less room. I cut out the cooking instructions and saved them in the drawer, the rest of the cardboard went into the new recycling bag.

Isn’t life awkward? Haha!

Went on to the WordPress Reader section, for a perusal of other bloggers posts.

I went onto Facebooking.

0900hrs: I decided to turn off the computer, have a rinse and take a walk around the flats complex and get some photographs of it.

Got ready, camera in the pocket; checked I’d not left anything on or off that should or shouldn’t be in the flat, and took the recycling bags with me to drop off at the caretaker’s door.

: Popped back to the flat to get the hearing aids in. Schlemiel!

Down the lift this time, and met Mo in the foyer. We had a chinwag.

: Then I realised I had gone out without any money to donate to the Willmott-Dixon Charity for Prostate Cancer. So, I dropped the bags off at the wasteroom door, and nipped back up and collected the £20 note I’d been saving for this get-together.

Back out once more, and made my way around to the back of the complex onto the Woodthorpe Grange Park.

I chap walking his dog stopped, and we had a chinwag about the upgrading of the complex.

When he pointed out how it will all be fantastic when it is completed; I explained about how long it has been to get this far, the noise, the heat with the windows sealed, my carpets being ruined by the plasterer, the views destroyed by the new windows with all the extra panes and frames blocking out the light. The new balconies when they are in will also block out the sun and fresh air we used to enjoy. Then we have to cope with the installation of the fire-sprinklers and the guaranteed mess to be left by the electricians, as they plough their way through every room leaving bits of wire, plastic. and plaster behind them. The constant noise and hassle. When that is all done, we have to buy new curtains and rails, carpets, light fittings and redecorate after the estimated eighteen-month onslaught!

I think my outburst caught him at a loss for words.

It certainly caught me off guard a bit!

I meandered round to the front of the buildings and took this photograph of Woodthorpe Court, on Chestnut Walk.

The runways sticking into the photo on the right is part of the new build for the extra-care block.

As I perused the windows where the tenants had torn off the plastic coverings, I felt movement down below from Little Inchies fungal lesion

I took a closer shot of the windows.

I can understand some of the residents on the lower floors being a little miffed at losing the morning light, view and sunshine now the new block is up to the roof now.

In the middle of all this mayhem, damage and upset, Willmott-Dixon come to ask us to give to a charity! I’ll certainly go, but again, I can relate to how some of the tenants feel.

: I went into some trees and had a feel about with a tissue and there had been some bleeding, but not a lot, I thought. So I continued.

Taking the next photograph, of the new build and Winchester Court on Chestnut Walk.

It felt a little milder today, the sun coming out now and then.

The clouds again covered the sunshine as I took this last photographicalisation.

I could not see many workers about this morning, other than on the new building in the middle.

Then I slowly made my way to the Charity Raising event at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, 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 somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, porta-cabin.

Jenny and four or five other tenants were there. I handed out the pears and cakes. Started to chinwag with some others and the Willmott-Dixon crew arrived, along with a few more residents.

I dropped my donation into the collection pot. I returned to the table with Mo and Bill – William on Sunday.

: Oh, dearie me. I felt the blood coming down and immediately told a lady I had to go, I’m having problems, and apologised and walked out. I felt so embarrassed, should the blood be showing any signs of its presence.

Back to the apartment with all available speed. Into the wet room and cleaned and medicated things in need. Thankfully the PPs had done a great job of containment. Then had a shower.

Got the computer out of Sleep Mode and got on with updating this blog.

On to CorelDraw and Paint and made some more Inchcock Diary page top graphics. Always aware that the lesion was not fully-stopped from leaking, I occasionally popped into the wet room to check things out, okay up to now, but I dare not go out again. A flipping Good Job that it didn’t happen when I was out in Derby yesterday! Phew!

Plenty of knocking, tapping and banging about from upstairs at the moment.

Got the nosh prepared.

Not too bad an effort, but the pork was not very good, well maybe fair, or passable… No, the meat was Crap!

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Another one of those just cannot get to sleep evenings.

Tried watching a DVD. Then read the book. After that I put the TV on, and after ages, I eventually nodded off.

Woke with a massive jump – no idea why, but that was the end of any notion of sleeping.

The brain went off on one if its fretting fearing and fundamentally frustrating wanders.

I gave up, got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and collated the washing, down to the laundry room.

Tsk!