Tuesday 24th July 2018
Zulu: NgoLwesibili 24 Julayi 2018
0320hrs: Woke up in an abstracted, vague and troubled state. Which all changed within a minute or two. Logicality… no, that’s too strong a word. Semi-awareness dawned in the grey-cells; I remembered I have to fetch the Haemorrhoid Harold cream that was missing in yesterdays prescriptions from the so-called chemist. That the Iceland delivery is expected to arrive twixt 0800hrs > 1000hrs, and that Little Inchies Lesion was bleeding.
As I was separating my body-bulk from the £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!
Taking the few hobbling paces needed to get to the wet room, the need for the Porcelain Throne usage made itself known. Good timing! The evacuation was once again a messy semi-liquid affair. When the job was done, I cleaned things and myself up and medicated the lesion.
To the kitchen to take the medications and do the Health Checks. Then I took a Dia-Limit capsule with the regular tablets.
I got on with finishing the Monday Diary. Eventually, I did so and posted it off.
Made a start on this blog page.
I made a good looking mug of tea, using a PG Assam and an Asda (Walmart) Breakfast tea bag.
: It was horrible tasting! Ah-well. But it looked good. Hehe!
Went on to doing the WordPress Reader perusalisationing.
I decided to make another brew of tea, again, and get it right if possible this time. Hehe!
I took this photographicalisation so you could view the stifling atmosphere I’m living in. The lack of air. The lack of light.
The lack of scenic views, and why life depicts such a depressing existence. Hehe!
Time to get the ablutions tended to.
Naturally, no showering, as it is still too early to make the noise of the equipment. Had a jolly decent stand-up wash and shave. And re-medicated those areas in need of the same. (Blush!)
The Willmott-Dixon subcontractors were busy outside, completing the rendering of the outside walls.
The Iceland delivery arrived. I got the thing stored away, but did not have room in the freezers for the raspberry ice-cream cones. This actually helped me in a way, because I collected the minted flavour ones, which I don’t like, and took them up to Jenny and Franks flat with the Ciabatta loaf I was treating them with, by way of thanking them for their help. Frank was in Jenny out at a meeting, but Frank took them. Bless them.
I made up a bag of recyclable waste, the last two mint cones, and set out with the camera in pocket, down to the caretaker’s door an deposited the bag next to it.
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!
I found the location rather busy, and I took some photographs of the mayhem. First, I started by snapping a shot of the front of Woodthorpe Court, and another one zoomed in on the small cradle where the lads were working on prepping the balcony supports for the fitting of the new unwanted, multi-windows to be cleaned, view and light-blocking new pod balconies to be put in.
Then along Chestnut Walk to record the traffic v pedestrian chaos, on my way to 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, in the photographs.
Dropped off some cones, and made my way back to the flats.
Had a chat with Wardens Deana and Julie.
Ah, I nearly forgot! I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself on this blog. So I’d better not. I don’t want to get myself thrown-out.
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!
It looked like the rendering had been completed at the opposite end of where my flat 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.
I may be wrong, of course. It has occasionally been known, well sometimes… er, often or regularly actually. Even more often than not! Okay then, most of the time! Sad innit?
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.
Frank pointed out this sign on the right, as Jenny had played a big part in helping Willmott Dixon organise the event. So I did.
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.
Did the Health Checks and medications.
Then I went on CorelDraw to try and get some more TFZer graphics done.
Managed to do three, ran out of time.
Sandie and her new car!
Massed gang of TFZers – What are they up to?
Lizzi and Lillie at the Castle Market? Hehe!
I hope they like them.
Got the meal on, well pie in the oven and turned up the potatoes cause they won’t be ready in sync if not.
The meal turned out 50/50 in the success stakes this time.
I made far too much again and ended up leaving about 50% of it. Although, I did enjoy that that I did eat.
The weariness and fatigue seem to be coming on earlier each day.
Health Checks done, last medications taken.
Settled to watch an old (1960) film on Talking TV channel 81 on Freeview. ‘Dentist in the chair’. Bob Monkhouse, Kenneth Conner, Peggy Cummins and Ronnie Stevens. I remember watching this at the Grove Cinema many years ago and enjoying it. I’d forgotten how much drivel and over-acting was in it. It prompted my memory to go back to the old Meadows area of Nottingham, the gals, the people, the criminals and the mistakes I’ve made. The pointlessness of what I’d done in my life. I ended up making myself feel dispirited.
2020hrs: Herbert was clattering about again. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling-off and sneered at from the Nottingham City Homes Mangement for my quoting the truth about the noises. As the Obergruppenfurheress Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making, and I’ll have to put up with it. I don’t want to lose my home.
Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations I have with any Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.
Pondered on what needed doing in the morning. Must get up in plenty of time to get the updating and posting of this blog done. Get the ablutions done early to enable my getting out on the hobble to the Nottingham City Hospital for the INR Warfarin DVT blood test done. The Doctors surgery failed to make me an appointment again – no wonder my feelings of being ignored are so rampant!) Hello, a touch of the old ‘Feeling sorry for missen’, crept in there, sorry.
For once, a rarity; I fell asleep watching the TV and stayed asleep! Yehaa!.