Tuesday 28th August 2018
Hebrew: 2018 יום שלישי
0110hrs: My mornings expergefaction was so different from yesterday; when I woke with so many worries and concerns. For some unknown reason, I was light-hearted and almost content. Fair enough: I had been dreaming of a particular young lady, and I was a young man, and we were both involved in pleasurable activities and laughing away, as we did all those years ago… Aah! (with an inward satisfaction blended with a horrible awareness that I am now beyond these activities – Sob!)
The brain engaged with reality once again and quodlibetificated with itself for a while.
Then, suddenly an ‘Up and At ‘Em’ mode was engaged! By 0130hrs I’d collated the laundry and was down getting it into the machine in the lobby! Set the quick button and back to the flat.
Where the Porcelain Throne as utilised. A different evacuation today, allowing me to read a chapter and a half of the ‘Catastrophy’ book about the First World War. While keeping an eye out for any Ironclad Evil boll weevil biting beetles in the wet room. Of which I saw none at all.
Carried out the Health Checks.
Apart from the weight of course? Tsk!
I wished I could have figured out why this should be so, but the hurdle was so beyond my woefully inadequate, and incompetent mathematically-challenged, under-educated capabilities. (I couldn’t. Hehehe!)
Made a brew and swallowed the morning medications.
Rinsed, dried and put away the cutlery and plastic plate that I’d left soaking in the washing-up bowl in the sink overnight.
Back to the wet room for a wee-wee.
Are they wising up to the sticky bait? Warning others not to go near it?
It was back to the short-sharp-painful wee-weeing again now. Grumph!
There was a clean filter awaiting me, as I got the clothing into the drum. Thank you whoever cleaned it out after use.
Started the dryer going, then cleaned the drum and casing of the washer.
I nipped outside to take this, hopefully, ‘moody’ photo of Woodthorpe Court, from just outside the foyer entrance.
To the lift and up to the 12th floor.
Had another short-sharp-painful wee-wee. Only one beetle/weevil seen, a big one, mind. He or she had managed to get up into the wash basin. I interrupted its swim, and despatched it to the WC and flushed.
I got the Monday diary completed and posted off. Then made up some nibbles for the medical staff at the INR blood Test, and a few in case anyone was helpful to me at the Clinic afterwards. (As if!) Hehehe!
Made a start on this blog.
Someone had the same idea as me, to get their laundry done early, and had placed their washing in a machine.
I got the togs out and folded up. Not a lot done today, I forgot to collect up the bath towel, dressing gown and tea towels when I got the stuff ready. Klutz!
I thought I’d got another odd sock when emptying the drum, luckily I found that I had dropped one taking out the clobber from the dryer, and it had craftily hidden behind the green laundry bag, and I found the abscondicated hosiery when I moved the bag. They are a cunning army of little things, these sly cotton socks. But you know that, don’t you? Haha!
I got a surprise as I left the laundry room. I saw an elderly lady sat in the foyer outside the door, wearing her slippers, pyjamas and dressing gown. She moved to the call panel… I let her in, but having no hearing aids in it was hard to make out what she was saying, bless her.
I assumed she had got her washing in the washer, and decided to go out in the fresh air, just like I do, and she forgot she’d not got her entry swipe with her. (I did it once, I did feel a fool!)
So I kept the conversation light, did not question her and I tried to make out things were normal. (In case she was feeling embarrassed. She seemed and sounded like a lovely lady. I’d never seen her before. We rode up in the lift. She chatted to me happy enough. She alighted on the second floor. I felt so glad I was fortunate enough to be there to help.
Arghh! They had got into the old crock pot that was on top of a bag of stuff to go to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop.
An Advanced Attack Division, or a Specialised Infantry Group, I suspect! Or, maybe the dead and wounded from a battle between Spare Room Ironclad Evil boll weevil biting beetles and Wet Room Ironclad Evil boll weevil biting beetles? Hehehe! Oh, no, they are all alive!
I got on with creating this post.
Went on TFZer Facebooking.
0725hrs: One heck of a sudden loud clattering noise, made me jump. I assumed someone had thrown something down the waste chute on a floor above. I bet some poor soul still in bed got woken up by that one. A little early too. The general rule is not to use the chutes until 0800hrs. Although, forgetting the time is not unknown amongst we elderly pensioners. (Forgetting the day, month and year, along with where we live and bus numbers too! Hehehe!)
Went to get the ablutions done. All completed I started the medicationalisationing of Little Inchies Lesion (Nasty and teeth gritting!) and Harold’s Haemorrhoids (Just stung a nanoscopic bit).
My cerebricity began to return to action, and a driblet of determination manufactured itself and lingered ready for use. Even a scintilla of common sense lingered trying to get into the synapse. Typically, it failed, but the very fact that it attempted, I found stunningly unexpected.
I made up three bags of rubbish and took them to the waste chute on the way out.
I hope enough of the tenants survive the hassle, plant-traffic and live long enough to tell the newcomers in the brand new Extra-Care unit, what life was like here before the work started; when we were all far less bonkers. And had balconies that offered us a great, enjoyable unbeatable, natural view with no windows to open and clean. Happy Days! Hahaha!
Took my time, I’d made an early start, and waddled down Winchester Street. Taking in the wonderful nature of the trees and greenery as I got down to the bottom of the hill.
Thick smoke was coming out of the broken glass in another window. I assumed its the new tobacco-free things, or perhaps weed that caused it.
This reminded me of home when I was, but an ankle-snapper and dear Mummy was living with us. I seemed to be doing a lot of reminiscing today?
A distinctly different piece of Nottinghamian Street Art was noticed.
I avoided the broken glass on the pavement and got onto Mansfield Road. Up the hill, I did a bit of window shopping.
More foul language from four kids at a bus stop.
A spilt tray of whatever takeaway food it was initially, lay part crushed with a footprint impressed on it, near the library. Kebab and chips perhaps? I couldn’t be sure. A queue at the bus shelter, prevented me taking a picture of it.
The receptionist I don’t think I’d seen before. At least, I didn’t get any sideways looks from her as I explained why I was there. She checked on her computer and indicated for me to take a chair.
I settled in one and got the crossword book out.
I noticed the sign about the Flu Jabs and booking them with the receptionist. So I went to the Lady did so. She asked for my details and opened my file.
The appointment for the Flu injection was made for… wait for it… 0930hrs on 16th October. Hehehe!.
Nurse Ann came right to me to fetch me to go with her to her treatment room. I was indeed honoured!
No telling offs or snide remarks at all. I handed the nibbles. She’d soon taken the blood and wished me well as I left.
I put some nibbles for the receptionists on their desk and left to catch a but to the City Hospital.
Calling in the Lidl near the bus stop. Got some of the BBQ roasting spray, Butter beans in tomato sauce and brown thins (All on offer price). Cherry tomatoes and vegetarian mini sausages as well. Exited the shop after going through the self-serve rigmarole without any problems. Egotistic Mode Adopted!
Straight to the City Hospital in no time, it seemed.
Caught a bus to go into Sherwood and dropped off to catch an L9 bus up the hill back home.
This naughty Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was a danger to the pedestrians as he weaved his way through them. The Fershtinkiner!
I hobbled on to the Sherwood bus shelter. The feet were getting more and more painful and stinging something awful now.
The three us had a natter as the bus was so late arriving, we thought we all might not get back up the hill to the apartments.
It arrived though, being late meant nothing to us, we were just glad to catch it. Hehe!
I aided the lady from the bus, and we chinwagged for a minute or two before I left her outside the lobby of her block.
I pressed on and got to the lift, with two other people. We managed a laugh between us on the way up.
Got in and had a short-sharp-painful wee-wee, before checking on the letter in the box.
The Nottingham City Homes mail informed me that a meeting was to take place, on 11th September 2018. It was about the plans for the for the Communal rooms within the New Extra Care block being built. We can have our say on what we think the rooms would be best used for. I thought about asking for a Bungee Jump and Squash Court. Hahaha!
I did the Health Checks and took the medications. Wrote the dates above in the Google calendar.
Then started to update this diary.
After over two-and-a-half hours of frustration, the fatigue arrived, and I had to stop working on the computer because I was making so many mistakes, it was getting ridiculous.
Got some triple cooked chips in the heated oven, and the (Patti Berket) seasoned recipe beans in the saucepan. I’ll add the Frikadellens ten minutes before the chips should be cooked. Fingers crossed.
Flavour Rating of 5.5/10. Somehow, apart from the beans which were grand, things seemed to be a little off, to me?
I ate most of it.
Got the pots in the bowl to soak and had a wee-wee.
Took a photo from the spare room window of a neighbours ‘new’ kitchen windows.
Head down to watch some TV programmes.
After a couple of hours nodding off and waking, I gave up and think I drifted off within a few minutes. Nice!
If I read it right, Happy Birthday! I hate bugs. Those trash chutes are extremely noisy.
Thank you Tessa. ♥
I imagine the waste chute would be noisier for those on the lower floors, as the bags pick up spped. (Have I got that right?)
Mor weevils than ever this mroning found Tess. Tsk! Hehe!
TTFN X
I am on the 6th floor and here them tumbling down the chute and if something heavier is in it the banging is much worse.
I have those teeny tiny little ants that look like black bits until they move. They come out of the drain.
Ah, so.
Tessa, a fellow sufferer of the Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles. Sorry to hear that gal.
I think mine came out of the wall when the windows were changed, but not sure of course.
Taketh care. ♥
Nasty little buggers.
To true, gal.
At last Tessa, I’ve found something that klls them! Rentokil Flea Killer Spray. It works, but costs a fortune to buy. Hehe! ♥
Are you lending me that fortune LOL!
Well, Tessa, I’m down to my last million and threequarters… go on then! Hahaha!
LOL!
Nurse Ann was Nice? are you sure it was Nurse Ann and not a clone? Did you ever see “The Stepford Wives?” Nice lot of photos. I counted 10 whoopsies. Too bad the meal was a fail.
I had missed the happy birthday from the lady looking up your records, I think I was shocked over a nice Nurse Ann. Maybe she was being nice for your birthday. When you go to the surgeries and clinics do they make you repeat your birthday a hundred times? Over here every person receptionist, assistant, nurse and specialist asks you to recite your birthdate. I’ll know mind mind is really going if I ever forget my birthdate. I recited it about 10 billion times over the past few years.
Hehehe! Birthdays and military numbers seem to stay with us, Tim.
Yes, we go through it a the hospitals, dentists, clinics, Banks etc.
Possibly right about the reason for Nurse Ann not getting at me. TT
Worried me that, Nurse Ann not her usual self.
It could have been with Duodenal Donald playing up that the taste didn’t seem right?
Ah-well. TTFNski.
‘Hebrew’? Is that when the man makes the tea?
Well spotted, than Gentleman of the Press.
Hehe!