Tuesday 7th August 2018
Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 7 Awst 2018
0355hrs: I woke, wanting a wee-wee. Stupidly, I hung on for a while, as the brain rampaged through its now becoming regular routine, of fretting, worrying and self-criticism infested matutinal meanderings and then settled into its acceptance and expectancy of failure, and loser mode.
I struggled to get out of the rickety £300 second-hand recliner this morning. The bruise on the left arm and the poor left middle toe (also bruised) continued giving me some bother as I did so. But, hey-ho, no Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald or Reflux Roger bother. The rumbling innards I could feel and sense as they started to brew-up grumbling and rumbling away.
I logged an item to do; Email Jane to find out when she might be in and not out galavanting on coastal visits, going to the Theatre so I can visit her.
Over the first ten-minutes of uprightness, I suffered two short-sharp painful wee-wees. I must see the quack about these.
Into the kitchen and did the Health Checks.
After three decent looking Sys readings yesterday, it had gone down again. Took the medications with spring water. The stomach is getting a little more volatile.
Cooler again, like it was on Monday A.M.
I got the computer on and made a start on this blog. Concentration seemed to be a having some little dispersal and vagueness interfering moments this morning.
I checked the delivery time for the Iceland fodder coming, twixt 08:00 > 10:00hrs.
As soon as the tummy offered forth an almost earthquake-like rumble, I made for the Porcelain Throne and sat there reading the book, awaiting the explosion-like evacuation that all the indications told me was on the way. Oh, dearie me!
I couldn’t understand why it took so long for the evacuation to get started.
Mainly, as when it did arrive, things were messy and soft?
Just glad I keep the book in there to have a perusal of. Hehehe!
I made a brew of 
Assam tea and returned to the computer.
This seemed to help calm down the brains wanderlust.
Got as far as here, and then I finalised the Monday post and got it posted off to WordPress.
Carried on updating this blog.
The sky looked a bit dodgy through the abominably dirty main room windows.
I got the ablutions done and dressed ready to leave.
I took a recycling bag and washed empty gherkin jar down with me on the way out.
Threw the bag down the waste chute.
Then I went down in lift number two. More lights had conked-out this morning.
It was a bit of an eerie ride down. Haha!
The Willmott-Dixon crew were very busy again as I poddled to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers secondary 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 residents room.
The alcoholic lads were out with their extra-strong cans of lager.
The builders plant and delivering vehicles were everywhere. Somehow they cleverly timed it for the road to be free near the bus stop, just in time for the first bus to arrive. Smart stuff, I thought!
Had some great natterings with some other tenants, and Warden’s Deana and Julie, we said…
Ah, I 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. I’ll cross it off.
Gave them a nibble. Cyndy and three more tenants were in the shed. Penny was there, she had been on holiday to America.
I must try to find a way and time to listen to her activities. Glad she sounded over the moon about going there. Lovely gals in there, this morning. Cyndy, Penny and the gal who’s name evades me, from Winchester Court.
We moved out to the bus stop.
Only three of us old uns got on the City bound vehicle.
The sky kept going a little dark and then the sun would return.
I had no one to talk to, so I had a go at the crossword book on the journey into town.
When I got off in town, the space on the 
pavement near the church was occupied by a different Nottinghamian Street Sleeper today. But there were too many folk about for me to take his photograph.
As I got onto Milton Street and to catch a number 17 bus into Bulwell, I spotted a different druggie looking man, laying up against the closed down Pound World shop. A young spotty-faced girl joined him.
I had a little hobble around Bulwell.
I went straight to the Farmfoods Store. Came out with some more black bags (Smaller ones), McCains gastro chips, potato fritters and Scottish Highland Shorties. (My current favourites!)
Walked through the market-place and over the road, crossing over the river Leen, and fed my beloved mallards and a few pigeons. These birds are not like the ones at Nottingham Arboretum, here sadly, they do not get on well with each other.
I caught a tram into town. What a ride it was too. Kids were screaming, not crying correctly, just creating a loud did that very loosely sounded like they are crying, the Nottinghamian passengers all looked depressed and ready for a fight, to me! B.O. and bad language, one bloke, spitting! Big young lad, I said nowt! Chicken!
And when I was gladly getting off the tram, a student getting on, knocked into me, right on the bruise on my left arm. Humph!
I got in town to find the Nottingham Beach much better attended today.
On Lister Gate near the Sweet Stall, I turned to go up the road… and;
I walked into a stand full of popcorn tubs, and knocked it over! Oh no, it wasn’t, sorry. It was tubs of Candy Floss. Hehehe! I did feel a fool putting the barrels back on the sticks. Not that the female who was running it noticed anything, mind. A bloke took a photo of me (Possible fame in the offing? Haha!), and a lady saw me struggling to bend down to retrieve the pots and gave me a hand, bless her Cotton Socks!
I ambled a different route up to Upper Parliament Street, to try to avoid the embarrassment factor. Tsk!
Unfortunately, this diversion caused me to just miss the L9 bus. Klutz!
I decided to walk further down Queen Street to the number 40 bus stop.
After taking this photograph of Nottingham City Buses on the Upper Parliament Street junction.
I think that some of the TFZers might like to see so many different types together. Now I must remember to post it on their Facebook as well, later. I’m sure that I’ll remember, a man of my calibre and memory retention.
When I got down to the bus stop, I observed some Nottingham Stree Art on the pavement, right next to a waste bin with a container for cigarettes too.
It looked like the nub-ends had been welded together?
Beats me! Haha!
I got off the bus and carefully manoeuvered my way over the dangerous road and down Winchester Street to the top of Mapperley Rise.
The line of parked vehicles had reached right up to the top of the road now.
Believe or not, that the buses have to turn into and out of this junction, too!
Took this snap of the Willmott-Dixon chaps grafting away on Winchester Court.
They are fast catching up with Woodthorpe Courts status, which the started first.
I didn’t see a soul to talk to, as I made my way up to the apartment.
Some chaps were working in the lift lobby of my floor. Wonder what they were doing? No mess, so they would not be plasterers of electricians.
Stripped off, well, down to the PPs and socks, to keep cool.
I noticed that they had removed the cellophane from the new unwanted bedroom window?
Did the Health Checks and medications.
I had a wee-wee, they were still coming in short-sharp-painful fashion. Humph!
Started to update this blog again.
Put the oven to warm up for doing the triple fried chips later on.
Made the first TFZ graphic in the next series. I’ll keep them in a file so I can post them all at the same time.
Checked the Freeview programmes on tonight
Got the nosh served up.
The Boczeck was terrific, the chestnuts were too. The mini sausages, chips, and tomatoes not so good at all. The newly opened jar of gherkins… Eugh!
Best I could give for a Taste-Rating was 6/10. Hey-ho!
As for watching the TV, I managed about ten minutes before I drifted off into slumber. (And, very nice it was too. Hehe!)
Woke an hour or so later, the tummy rumbling and in need of at least a wee-wee. Forced my lumbering spherical body out of the £300 second-hand recliner, suffered a short-sharp-pain ridden wee-wee.
I was a little tired and confused, but I think I saw many of the Fast moving, Iron-clad mini-biting-beetles milling around near the shower drain. By the time I had located the fly-spray and returned with it, I could not find any of the coleopteran invaders anywhere. Humph!
I got the pots washed, and returned to the recliner. Tried to drill it into my head to remember I have to go to the City Hospital in the morning for the Warfarin INR blood test. Having little confidence in my memorisational ability, I removed my body mass yet again from the chair, and wrote a note and left it hanging over the TV screen, to remind myself in the morning.
I stubbed my left toes on the Ottoman, bent down to move it out of the way and caught the bruise on the left arm against the recliner corner.
In pain now, (What a Nayfish!).
As the mind was preparing to go off on its own accord, to delve into my failings, inadequacies, and fears… I nodded off!
Iceland fodder? No putrid skate, sheep head or horse meat in the order? Looks like people are out having a good time on the beach and it the fountains. You almost did some tailgating I see. That’s quite a tailgate on the truck.
I like your witty style of writing, Sir.
I ate horsemeat once when I was in Woolwich London. In those days (1967ish). Twas a bit tough, but I had plenty of teeth and a healthy appetite for meats then. As far as I can remember, I enjoyed it, with chips and mushy peas with vinegar. Hehe!
Nottiinghamians doing what the are best at (Apart from shoplifting, riding bikes on pavements, mugging and stealing cars). Having free fun!
Getting a bit risky lately, walking down Chestnut Lane.
Cheers mate.