Thursday 27th September 2018
Zulu: NgoLwesine 27 Septemba 2018
0030hrs: I woke in a non-adiaphorous, semi-healthy condition physically. But a tad feeble and fragile cerebral-wise.
It has gained an artistic colouration around the outside of it now. I wonder if the Tate Gallery would be interested? If they can show a stack of house bricks as art, as they did in the Bricks Display controversy of 1976, when my leg, I believe, is far more genuinely artistic than house bricks?
On closer inspection, it still looks like it could be an evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting Beetle that has dug itself into the flesh. (Only joking, but it does look a little like one, Haha!) The fluid retention in the leg has gone down somewhat; has the giant Weevil been drinking in there? LOL!
The mind decided not to go off on one of its roundabout mixed thoughts and fears tours this morning.
I spotted the note I can’t remember leaving on the TV screen, to remind me that the Morrison delivery is due twixt 0630>0730hrs, Foot Lady Sue at 0900hrs and the Winwood Social at 1000hrs.
Out of the now working £300 second-hand recliner again to the kitchen, and tended to the Health Checks.
The summons to the Porcelain Throne arrived.
A somewhat messier evacuation than of late, and a bit more liquified. So a Dia-Limit capsule was taken with the morning’s medications.
I had a wash and shaved etc. early, a stand-up naturally, I do not want to disturb the other residents so early with the noise of the shower and drain.
Got on with finalising yesterdays diary and got it posted off.
Got the stuff put away, I now have a cram-filled fridge and freezer once again.
About half-an-hour later it came on a bit better, just about manageable. I am a Schnook!
A little later, from outside, sounds that were dead ringers for the what the wheel-tappers made in the 1960’s started. Of course with the mind not having its little wander earlier as it usually would, it went off bringing so many memories back to me, of those far-off days. Not that they were happy, but one tends to be selective and search for odd not-so-bad times, doesn’t one?
I made next weeks Morrison order up while waiting and hoping that Foot Lady Susan would not arrive late and block my getting to the social hour.
.. She arrived late. Tsk! Told me she’d try to phone me last night, but she rang too late to catch me awake, to inform me she’d be coming late today. Not that it would have avoided me getting to the Social Hour late, anyway.
The gal did my feet, and much better they felt afterwards. I paid the lady and set off belatedly to the Social Hour.
I got 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, hut. Where I got a round of applause from the tenants for being so late. Hehehe!
The raffle was just coming to an end when I added my two prizes. I handed round the nibble box and had a good few chinwags as I did so.
Jenny was looking good. BJ was there, back from his holiday.
Said my farewells and made my way back to the flats, calling at Roy’s apartment to see how he was going with his recovery from his operation. His better half and Roy were eating when I arrived, which made me feel a bit of a fool for not thinking about the time of day it was, that I’d called on them. I felt guilty about that. They were kind about being disturbed, though. Roy looked a bit better now, and his wife was seemingly coping well with looking after him, bless them.
Back to my flat, and saw the little cheque from the Inland Revenue that needed depositing in the bank, that I’d forgotten about earlier. So, I hastened out again with it in my pocket and set off on a walk down the hill into Sherwood.
Not realising I still had my reading glasses on, which proved a bit awkward seeing things. Humph!
A grand morning weatherwise.
I plodded on and was soon in the queue at the bank. Where, the wait, gave me time to ponder over the ‘Meaning of life’ and ‘Are there any honest politicians left.’ Haha!
I got the business done, albeit with so much more chin hair than I had when I entered the bank and decided to visit the Charity Shops in Sherwood on Mansfield Road. Plenty for me to choose from. In search of a DVD of the film called The Negotiator.
None of the establishments had a copy of the film in stock. The first shop I called in, had some small mugs on sale, and I got one I liked that looked less drippable than the others. I spotted a watch with a tatty strap, and a chipped and rusty casing. The reason I bought it was two-fold. First, it was laid out to be read quickly, with numbers, not marks. Secondly, it was only £2!
My first wristwatch for 55 years!
Then up to pelican lights and crossed over the road and into the Oxfam Charity shop. Nothing in there.
Down to the Mind Charity shop and bought a
Up the hill towards the bus stop, passing the area where the dog-fight altercation took place yesterday. All was quiet, and the street beggar and his mobile phones and woof-woof were not
In fact, there was nobody about at all!
Got to the bus stop and was joined by Doreen and another resident.
We had a good natter before catching the L9 up and back to the flats.
I’m not apportioning any blame anywhere here folks. Just admiring how the driver coped with the obstructions.
We alighted the bus, and I exchanged a few words with the residents getting on the bus.
I stopped to take this panorama shot of the complex. It’s coming on now.
I hobbled along and caught up with Doreen and a bloke tenant, and we had a chinwag as we made our way up in the lift.
The sudden daily weariness arrived as I was doing the Health Checks and medicine taking.
Even I find it hard to believe how quickly I fell asleep in the £300 second-hand now working again, recliner.
I woke up later and did the last Health Checks then pt the Red Dwarf DVD on. Managing to watch two episodes before nodding off again!
You don’t have to stay awake very long watching the Naked Gun, as, if I recall, there are a lot of funny moments thought the film. I didn’t know they made 3 of them. Do you know what speed your internet is supposed to be? You can try https://testmy.net to test the download and upload speed of your internet service. I assume it has test servers in England. https://testmy.net is one of the more accurate speed test sites.
Cheers, Sir.
I’ll have a decker later.
Naked Gun – Naked Gun 2.2 and Naked Gun 33.3 on the DVD. I find em good, even now.
TTFNski.
What have I told you about all these whoopsiedangleplops, my dear friend? CUT IT OUT! I wasnt you safe and healthy and unbruised! <3 xoxo
Bless you, my Angel.
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