Sunday 23rd September 2018
Latvian: Svētdiena, 2018. Gada 23 Septembris
0010hrs: I think that the evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles just might be getting to me now. I had a dream during which I found myself chasing after an enormous-sized escaped Weevil, and I was as trying my best to shepherd it back to the flat with a broom!
Why? Who knows? Haha!
The mind’s thoughts were missing their usual incomprehensibility, replaced with an extraordinarily rarely adopted, ‘Dynamic Decision-Making’ mode. I decided that I would get up and sound my Shona (hypothetically speaking), to warn the evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles of my coming onslaught against their numbers!
I detached my wobbly frame from the £300 second-hand ageing recliner with no difficulties.
I started sneezing, shivering and stubbed my toe against the large Ottoman. (It’s got to go! Hehe!) To the kitchen, and boy, was it cold in there this morning. I went to put the storage heater on, but the heat setting sign thingy showed up in red? 24°c and Comfort Off?
Got the old snug heavy dressing gown on.
I remembered the heaters are all Storage design. So, it will be maybe 12 or 24 hours before the heat comes on as the thing heats at night only. Then, quick as a flash (Klutz!), I realised it was still night, and it should be heating up now? Next, I could not remember for sure, how the controls worked. Finally, I gave up and started on the morning attack plan… but got distracted by the call to the Porcelain Throne.
Messy mellifluously semi-liquified evacuation. Bad enough for me to decide when I take the medications, I’ll add a Dia-Limit capsule to them. I started the blitzkrieg against the asylum seeking, immigrant, bloodsucking, evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles. Sparing no ammunition as I did so.
Washed up and the bait traps were laid in the wet room. Although, I only found about ten or twelve infant weevils, all dead in that room. A final spray of the more costly but effective Rentokill Flea Killer around the edges and hole in the floor covering.
To the spare room.
On the new unwanted light and view-blocking window’s ledges, I found a lot of Weevil bodies to the left-hand side.
These were larger than those in the wet room, but not fully grown monsters yet.
To the right-hand side of the new light and view-blocking window’s ledge, the beetles were smaller. I think perhaps they are coming from their living quarters through the little hole left when the windows were fitted.
You can see the gap in this photograph, rear right. Three of these small invaders were alive, but being so dinky they could not bite through the skin… although they did their best to.
As I was removing these bodies, a few more of the cheeky not so little warriors came out to scare me off, I think.
A good spray from the getting worryingly low Bug Killer was given.
I moved on with my plan of attack. To the kitchen.
I was actually sweating now, yet felt so cold at the same time, bamboozled me a bit, this did? I took off the dressing gown and put it back on seconds later, due to it feeling so cool again without it on. I left it open. A compromise you see? If anyone of the Mammonistic leaders of the European Economic Community is reading this, please learn!) Compromise: a way of solving a problem or ending an argument in which both people or groups accept that they cannot have everything they want! What am I saying? No chance! Hehehe!
To the kitchen, where to my surprise, no evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles were found, dead or alive! I suspect they have another cunning plan of military action to confuse me with?
I forgot to check the main room new unwanted light and view-blocking balcony window bottom for any invaders. I think that finding no beasts in the kitchen, caught me right off-guard.
Then I carried out the Health Checks.
The Sys had gone back up, and the weight even more so! Humph!
I sorted out the new dosage pots for next week.
Made a brew and into the main room to the computer ready to start on this diary page.
Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis as I sat here typing. Not a long one, indeed a short one. But, it left me feeling a little dwaal afterwards for a short while.
I went into the kitchen to make another mug of tea.
I spotted one evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle in the sink. I poured some bleach on him or her, got the Rentokill and sprayed that too. The Weevil was a little bigger than the others I’d seen this morning, but far from the biggest, I’d seen lately. The heroic thing walked hastily up the side of the sink out of the spray and bleach – got to the top and stopped looking at me I think. I got the finger to pick him up with, and he bit into the skin. RIP, you indomitable Paladin Warrior!
I collected the sprays, two with hardly any poison left, the other nearly full.
I left them out on the £300 second-hand recliner, to remind me to fetch some more when the shops are open on Monday.
Hopefully, I won’t forget about them and sit on them later. Hehehe!
Went on the WordPress Reader and enjoyed the stuff that had been posted. There was not much of it, but good stuff!
I noticed the temperature in the kitchen when I made another brew. About 14°c.
No wonder I’m sneezing and shivering. Yet, in the main room, the heat is showing as being 24°c! I’m confused now. Not that this is an unusual happening, me being bemused. Haha!
I’ll have a check on the weather.
Got the black bags sorted ready to drop in the waste chute when I get out.
Ablutions tended to.
Down and out into the surprisingly sunny day. I dropped the recycling bag near the pleasantly adorned caretakers’ door.
I met Welsh William and Keith, as they were coming back to the flats along Chestnut Way. Then chatted with a lady from Winchester Court.
As I turned right down the Winchester Street Hill, the amazing sky had to be photographed.
I plodded down the road, viewing mother nature’s creations. The plant life, trees, bushes, wildflowers and the scowls and looks of depression on most peoples faces that I saw.
I thought that this pretty picture of the Winchester Street, Mansfield Road junction in Sherwood, had a surreal theme to it.
I forget now what made me think this at the time. Sad, innit?
I look noticed the old Cheapo shop was being converted into a Hugo’s. Never having heard of Hugo’s, I looked it up on the internet later, found a Price List for their Tynemouth branch and found that:
Work has begun to transform a former Blockbuster shop into an upmarket cocktail bar in Sherwood. And it hopes to be open by early November in time for those festive nights out.
The new venture – one of three new bars planned along Mansfield Road – will be called Hugo’s, after the owners’ young son and the elderflower-flavoured cocktail. Hugo’s is promising an extensive range of handcrafted cocktails “from classics through to the new and unique,” said the couple behind the bar, Katharine and Adam Shaw. There are so many lovely places to eat in Sherwood, like Ginza, Ania, etc. but very few to sit and have a drink in. Apart from Sherwood Manor, Samuel Hall, La Capanna, The Robin Hood, Sherwood Inn, Finns, The Caribbean Queen, and Le Mistral.
Adam added: “Hugo’s will endeavour to work closely with the community and help Sherwood grow even more than it has done. We will be running cocktail master classes, themed evenings and other events throughout the year.” As well as handcrafted cocktails, the bar will be serving fine wines and a selection of quality bottled beers, ales, lagers and ciders from around the world.” “Hugo’s will help to make Sherwood the destination for a night out, adding to the already fantastic places that Sherwood has to offer. Like, Cancer Research, Oxfam, The Hospice Shop, Eastern Europe Charity Shop, New Leaf Massage Parlour, Sue Ryder Charity shop, Cancer Research shop, Children’s Society Charity, and the Mind Charity shop. Also, nine empty retail units waiting for any entrepreneurs prepared to risk bankruptcy.
Just thought I’d mention it, like. I believe in the Glass half-full v Glass half-empty scenario, I might be in the Glass-half-empty brigade? Hehehe!
I called in the Wilko store and got a pleasant surprise. They had the ‘Raid Ant & Cockroach Killer’ sprays on offer! I got four cans for only £2.80! Amazing! I bought some Dia-Limit capsules and a bottle of bleach as well.
I paid the woman on the till and left, out and off up the hill and down the other side, and into Woodthorpe Grange Park.
The bottom field and around it was full of caravans, vans and mobile machinery of varying types. I wondered what was going on?
I later found out on the web.
Residents fear walking their dogs as travellers pitch up in Sherwood. Residents say they fear walking their dogs on a park where a group of travellers have pitched up.
Around 15 caravans drove on to Woodthorpe Park on Thursday (September 20) on the football pitch. (The weekend games had to be cancelled)
The travellers have been given a 24-hour notice to leave but local resident Martyn Newton, 61, of Perry Road, has been left frustrated. Mr Newton, who works in the chemical industry, said: “I would not walk through the caravan site with the dog – it’s only a little Yorkshire terrier – but she would be frightened to death. They just get an angle grinder and cut the lock. It’s not difficult for them,” he said.
A Nottingham City Council spokesman said: “Community Protection (This will be the Community Protection officers we never see, I assume?) is aware of the travellers on Woodthorpe Grange Park. They have been issued with a 24-hour notice to leave this afternoon, and we will seek to take further action if they remain beyond that.” Today is Sunday; that didn’t work, did it.
These two little dogs seemed a bit annoyed at their not being able to take their owners on the field for a game of fetching the ball. Hehe! They did not venture into the area of travellers, and wisely so, too.
I ambled on up the path to the top and turned right to face the Tree Copse with the flats behind them.
As I viewed the copse from outside, I became concerned at the state of my beloved tree copse. Yobs had hacked another route through it from the bottom to top. Grr! It looked so thin and ragged now.
Down the gravel footpath, the plates-of-meat and toes were smarting, so painful now. I will have to ask Foot-Lady Sue, who is due next Thursday to tend to the tootsies if she can not leave it so long between visits.
Down and into the flat, a short-sharp-hurtful-wee-wee first. I had a visit from Dizzy Dennis while performing the evacuation duty. Not a long or bad one, though.
Put away the purchasers, leaving a can of Raid in the spare room and wet room, to replace the spray-cans I’d already emptied in my failed campaign to rid myself of the evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
I got the beef and onion gravy in the saucepan to reheat. Then went to see if anything was worth watching on the TV. I was now getting so tired and was not up to concentrating on updating this blog tonight.
I looked at the TV listings, but there was nothing that appealed to me. So I got out the Jonathan Creek DVD’s to watch later.
You can see what I mean about me not liking the new windows here.
The old windows were just one pane of glass, that gave a marvellous view of the scenery out sided. Compare it with the magnificent view permitted by the old window.
A photographers’ nightmare thee new ones.
The balcony windows are even worse.
But never mind, Jenny will only tell me off if I say too much about them. Hehe!
I got the nosh sorted and served up.
Braised beef in onion gravy (I Overdid the onions a bit, hehe!), excellent tasting green beans and sliced potatoes.
I was well pleased with how it came out, cause I did get myself in a pickle with the timing of the cooking. A shame, because now I still don’t know the correct timings if I ever try to cook this again. And, what a mess of washing up to do afterwards. (Haha!)
Gave this effort a Taste-Rating of 9.4/10.
I stayed awake for two whole episodes of the DVD.