Thursday 30th August 2018
German: Donnerstag, 30 August 2018
0330hrs: It seemed like the brain had woken up before me, this morning. Semi-logical thoughts invaded the moment my mind was roused. I have to ring or email the Nottingham City Hospital re-appointment confirmation. Morrison delivery is coming. Got photographs to sort-out ready to use, got tons of pictures from Jane and Pete in the email box, of the Hobble to the Tropical House, which I enjoyed so much, yesterday. Why had Duodenal Donald suddenly stopped hassling me? Ah, I’d better make my way to the wet room and utilise the Porcelain Throne.
Out of the £300 now in a decrepit state second-hand recliner and off to the ablution room. No stubbed toes, bangs or accifauxpas en-route either!
Wisenheimer-like Mode Adopted!
The freshly positioned yesterday, CritterKill box had done an excellent job with the Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles.
The evacuation took a while to begin, and I read a page of the book before it commenced. But it was an enormous relief when it finally ended, cor blimey, it came and came. No bleeding though, so that was good.
I cleaned up and went to take a picture from the spare room window, the only one I can currently open to see an unobscured view. This is facing North-West, I reckon.
I popped on the scales to find the weight had decreased a fair bit. (Alright, a tiny bit, then!) Another Smug-Mode adopted! (Then, when I wrote this and looked at the record I’d updated; I realised just what a thick schmuck I really am! Tsk!)
Got the medications taken with a drink of orange juice.
I’ve got to say, I am well pleased with the ailments behaviour towards me this morning. Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna, Hippy Hilda, Reflux Roger, Shaking Shaun, Arthur Itis, Earhole Eric and the Plates-of-Meat were all calm (Not before the storm, I hope? Hehe!) Only Dizzy Dennis was interested in giving me any grief occasionally.
I got the computer on and spent hours sorting out the photographs of the Hobble into the Park that Jane & Pete had emailed to me, and those I had taken. It took me ages to get them arranged and usable.
By which time, the Morrison Gentleman arrived with the groceries. This delivery had good and poor results. I’d ordered a bag of Mini Potato Waffles, Morrisons substituted it with Sweet Potato Lattices. I rejected these and handed them back to the driver deliveryman. Who was fine about it.
They had sent a pack of garden peas that I did not think would be delivered this late in the season. A lot dearer by 50p, but a pleasant surprise. I shelled some into a saucepan and added demerara sugar, stirred them, and left them to soak until later.
I’d ordered some Baby Portabello mushrooms.
Baby? They were massive! Tsk!
Only two-days life left on them, I’d better have some with one of the BBQ Pork ready meals I’m bought, at 3 for just £6. They are small portioned. So guilt can be assuaged, perhaps? Hahaha!
Also, and besides, as well as; They sent a Free block of Meadow brand of English Butter with Oil? I think Jenny might be the gal to make use of this. Perhaps in one of her curries? I must remember to take it up for her later. With no Social Hour at the moment, I’m not getting to see the gals very often. Boo!
I got the fodder stored away, had a short-sharp-painful wee-wee, and got the kettle on.
I had a look at the balcony, the light and view-blocking balcony. To see how it is coming along. I noticed, using the zoom on the camera, but could not get a clear picture of them; dozens of the Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles milling around on the base.
Made a start again on updating this blog.
Then, began the task of updating the Hobble-in-the-Park with Jane and Pete, Wednesday diary. A mammoth task, just getting the photographs in order, let alone writing my own brand of chirography to tell the tale. Haha!
Went on TFZer Facebook, then started to create some funny graphics for them.
I added some small potatoes to the peas and flavoured with a little pork gravy seasoning, and got them on the simmer. Heated the oven ready for the ready meal later.
Next, I went on CorelDraw, to finish off the graphics, and got them posted off to the TFZ site.
Adding some, of what I thought, were witty comments. I used a photo from yesterday’s hobble in the park as templates.
Back to updating this blog.
Health Checks were done, and medications were taken.
Went on the WordPress reader section, next.
Nosh served up.
The BBQ pork ready meal was only a tiny portioned one. So I did some small potatoes and the fresh garden peas, some mini vegetarian sausages and added them to the dish.
A 9.45/10 Flavour-Rating was well deserved!
Got the dishes soaking in the washing up bowl overnight.
Settled to watch some of the Hetty Wainthroppe Investigates DVD episodes.
I’m so glad they were on DVD and not the TV. Because the nodding offs soon started, and the rewinding to catch up on what I’d missed, meant I watched two one-hour episodes in about three hours! Hehehe!
I gave up and got my head down properly.
Waking up an hour or so later, with a start. Little Inchies Lesion felt like it was sanguineous.
Off to the wet room, stubbing my toe en route. All for no reason, too. There was no bleeding at all from the lesion. Baffling!
But it cheered me up.
Back to the £300 second-hand recliner, and I was soon back in the land of Nod again.
TTFN.
0110hrs: Woke with the PPs in a sanguineous state.
I reached for the kitchen towel to use to stem and clean things and nearly grabbed a sheet with one of the Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles clinging to it, to clean me up with. Hehehe!
I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner, after a battle to get the mechanism working, and took the kitchen roll to the sink. Where I banged it on the drainer to shake off the Weevil, but it stayed firmly attached. I had to flick it off with my fingernail – it fell into the sink, I poured neat bleach over it – then it walked out of the bleach and scampered down the drain-hole!
The Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles had turned out while I was on the Throne.
Washed and into the kitchen. 
ripped open when I pulled the wrong end of the string attachment.
money on using one of their cars, when they can use their Free Bus Passes. Hehehe! Couldn’t resist it, Jane and Pete, sorry, the truth had to come out [Only joking]!
would not have carried their nibbles and treats home on the bus.
nipped out and hid around a corner, and placed the camera towards to the lift lobby… Hehehe!
I was handed a Birthday card, that really was a well thought-out plan on their behalf.
By the time had chinwagged about this and that and reminisced a bit – I asked if they fancied going to the Woodthorpe Grange Park Tropical House. I was delighted when they granted me permission to go with them. Harf, Harf!
little outing.
We got back to the apartment, with me feeling ebullient, if a little weary, as the fatigue was setting in again. But the ailments apart from Duodenal Donald were noticeable by their absence.
Tired as I felt after they had departed, hunger developed.
Settled to watch some of the Hetty Wainthroppe DVD. Tired as I felt, I think the excitement of the visit remained, and this prevented me from dropping off to sleep as I usually would have.
The sphygmomanometer operated first try. All of the readings were slig
This visit, I saw a little ganglet of the Ironclad Evil boll weevil biting beetles, that appeared to be doing a War Dance around a Critter Kill carton?
This inspired me to have a look around in the other room for any further signs of the little rascals. Plenty in there, then I returned to the wet room, thinking I might catch a few with my surprise return and counter attack… I did!
Down to move the laundry from washer to the dryer.
Sprayed freshener around.
0320hrs: Time to retrieve the washing.
As I limped along Chestnut Walk, now renamed by many of us Old Residents as Death Hobble Alley, along the middle of the roadway, of course, as the footpath has been blocked off now; I had odd, however humourous thoughts come temporarily into my newly discovered semi-operational, but scary brain mode.
Over the hill and down to the surgery, with plenty of time to spare.
Three people were waiting there at the stop. One lady from Winchester Court. I’d spoken with her a few times in the past. She was wearing her white bonnet, and very pretty it was.
Didn’t go too badly.
Health Checks and medications tended to.
The evacuation was another messy, although less so than yesterday, one.
Got the weeks medication pots made-up.
Got the kettle on.
Nipped off for yet another wee-wee, not a short-sharp and painful effort this time. It was long and painful! Humph!
I adopted ‘Attack-Mode’ immediately. I prospective manoeuvre with meritorious results. I soon regretted this decision!
plug hole at a high rate of knots. Apparently unharmed?
I’ll show this to the nurse in the morning at the blood test. Something to give her a laugh.
Dropped some books I’d read on the ‘Help Yourself’ coffee table in the foyer.
Up to the top and left down the beautiful tree-lined footpath.
The new Gym had plenty of people showing off.
Further down the hill, the decorative Cup-Cake’ display was also in good shape, and smelt the same as the Tea Pot did, beautiful!
But it was not a long walk, and I took my time, my stopping half-way up the incline, to make this photo showing a gardens flowers in the front, and at the back left, Woodthorpe Court, on the right Winchester Court.
Arriving back with no workers, traffic, plant etc. was a delight in itself!
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 wait for the bus to arrive shed; a new digging plot. 
a paddling pool under construction.
Trying to make a judgement, cause as far as I could see, there was nowhere else for her/him to park? Fingers crossed there is no real fire.
Vegetarian sausage, mixed bean stew (Canned), wholemeal thins, medications and a sliced apple was served up for my nosh. I added just a splash of Balsamic vinegar to the beans.
I felt the dried blood crack and leak out from Little Inchies Fungal Lesion as I moved. Straight to the wet room to check things out, cleaning and medicating was needed. Not a good start to the day. However, I could not see a single Ironclad black biting mini beetle/weevil in the room. Wash and new PP’s adorned. As I bent down to clean up a spot of blood I’d missed, Anne Gyna kicked off with a venom and has stayed with me ever since. (as of writing, 0545hrs) Then into the kitchen to do the Health Checks.
of Assam, this and English Breakfast teabags are suitable for the morning. I shall indulge myself to another Darjeeling this afternoon.
Finally, I got the Health Checks done. The Sys, Dia, Pulse, and temperature were all up a little on yesterday morning’s results.
When I went into the spare room to weigh myself, there was plenty of the damned hyper-active (Not those dead on the Killer Pad, though) Ironclad black biting mini beetle/weevils on the window ledge.
The hands and Arthur Itis were in agreement to allow me to perform functions with my digits this morning.
I stripped off for a quick rinse to rid myself of any of the sticky-stuff and freshen-up a bit.
Some precipitation this morning. The temperature in the flat was 22°c – 71 °f. But it felt a lot colder.
Got the nosh served up.
Moments after moving my blubbery body mass, both Duodenal Donald and Harold’s Haemorrhoids kicked off. This prompted me to continue with my expergefaction, and get to the kitchen to take the medications. I imbibed an extra pain-killer and Omeprazole capsule with the usual morning selection, to help counter Donald and Harold’s interest in me.
I decided to check the spare room window ledge.
knows?
as a page top later on.
Got the nosh prepared.
Well, no, sorry, that’s a fib. I did throw away some of the tomatoes, due to their lousy tasteless flavour and chewability of softened shoe leather.
0350hrs: Woke feeling confused and positively cold this Friday morning.
Had a cleanup and a medicationalistical ointmenting session with Little Inchies Fungal Lesion (Pain-Level 8.5/10, nasty!) and Harold’s Haemorrhoids (Pain-Level 3/10), and got the ensanguined areas treated with the Daktacort Miconazole cream. Anusoling the pesky and irritated at the moment, haemorrhoids.
I had the door open, but no hearing aids in yet of course – but still I heard the Fire-Alarm kick-off. I poddled to the door and had a peek through the spy hole, no signs of any smoke out there. Even during this slightly alarming period (Alarming? Did you like that? Hehe!), I wondered how the heck I heard the alarm with no aids in my tab-holes?
What I would have done in the past, was go to the kitchen window and take a picture of the fire brigade arriving. But of course, now with the new windows and the sticking out ledge, it is impossible to do this. So I went into the front room and took a photo through the locked balcony door glass. Luckily the outer pod was in the process of being erected and had holes and gaps in it; so I could take a lousy photograph with the engines etc. seen through an opening that will soon be filled in, blocking out view and light altogether of any sight of the ground below for the time being. Until I am able to use the multi-windows that will need cleaning covered balcony when it is completed, by unlocking sliding the door back, opening one of the windows, and leaning out to take a picture – of course by the time I get all that done, the fire brigade will have left. Unless it was an actual fire, of course. I tangled that wording up a bit, didn’t I? Haha!
Of course, I planned to show the shadow of my hands holding the camera in it, to make it more interesting! 
Selecting the photographs from the camera card, I found this one. Another unintended mystery picture was taken! Klutz! Thanks to the ailment, Shaking Shaun.
inadvertently snapped. Eventually, by using my superior investigative… no, I’ve used that word already, erm… er… inquisitorial qualities, in no time at all, (well, nearly an hour, Tsk!) I’d worked out what the photograph was of!
I recalled (eventually) as I went through what had happened earlier, putting down the camera when I was searching to the Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils, on the draining board. I must have caught the shoot button as I did so.
While in the kitchen, I got the potatoes in the crockpot on a low setting. Added some sea salt and malt vinegar to flavour them up.
The sunshine came out.
windows. Whether they were trying to get in or out, I don’t know.
Off to monitor the wet room battlefield box.
Damned Global-Virgin Media internet went down once again!
Can’t turn it off, or I’ll lose everything I’ve done recently. Repeated signs were telling me that Saving Failed with WordPress. But it doesn’t bother me!
I put some extra sharp cheddar on top of the Cumberland Pie nosh. It turned out just grand.
I went to press the control button to lower the £300 second-hand past-its-best recliner; I knocked over a bottle of spring water; the telephone charger, TV remote control, and a pen. The pen is still missing. (Found it later, when I trod on it!) Had a painful cleaning up session.
Took the medications and changed the batteries in the hearing aids.
While in the spare room, I took this picture on the left, at the end of Chestnut Walk and the tenants hired garages. I thought it came out a little eerie and artistical for me?
Sorted the black bags for taking to the chute.
Got down hastily and out onto Chestnut Walk. Cyndy and another lady were in the lobby, and we had a laugh and mini-chinwag.
OBergruppenfurheress Julie, and out to the bus stop for some decent nattering sessions with other residents.
When we got on Kenrick Road on the way, the sky turned dark very quickly.
expert receptionist. Her semi-sneer and silent tut-tuts were of supreme quality. I got the batteries and was out of there as quickly as my short little legs would allow me to.
graffiti along the wall had been replaced with some new design. 
again.
I limped along Wheeler Gate.
Moved down to the Slab Square and the beach.
As I made my way up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop, I thought I’d take a photograph of the display of Candy Floss in buckets – its the one I walked into last week and knocked over.
After forcing myself to resist and desist, I hobbled a few yards up the hill, to find this piece of Nottinghamian Street Art.
Back at the flats, I stood for ages having a natter with Cyndy, Ethel Bill (William on Sundays) and Frank. Then made my way towards the apartments. 
I made my way around the plant machine.
Nosh.
I settled to watch an episode of the Heartbeat on TV.
As I moved to manipulate my short stubby but wobbly body free from the £300 second-hand recliner, I felt the obviously ensanguined state of the PP’s crack, as the dried blood was broken, and a new flowing started. So much for the new positive me!
Made a brew, then took the medications.
I noticed that the Nottingham City Homes supplied monitor was showing a high humidity level.
Went on the Email checking.
Patient Satisfaction for the Sherrington Park Medical Practice.
As I got outside through the maze and placed the white bag near the doorway and the jar in with the Irish Whiskey, various Scotches, Bacardi 151, Sunset Rum, Champagne, Gin, Spirytus Rektyfikowany, Absinthe, and Cognac empties in the recycle bin.
I didn’t take any photographs other than this one as I hobbled along Chestnut Walk.
Along with the things actually neede, like the bread, apples and spring water.
As I was limping out, I spotted the photograph Print machine.
I was fighting against falling asleep all the way back. I did nod off a few times, though. 
In the wet room for a wee-wee.
Got the minced lamb from pan to oven tray, fingers crossed. 