Update on Nottingham City Homes Upgrade of Winchester & Woodthorpe Court Flats
After over a year of hard work, we Elderly Nottinghamians, are about get the new unwanted light and view-blocking Balconies finished off.
Today, I went out to get some medications, and on my return, I was faced with the regular challenge to get back to my beloved Woodthorpe Court Flats.
Thanks to them all, for keeping us from getting bored and keeping us healthy by our dodging the plant, lorries, and cars over the last months.
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Mostly, for a lonely old soul like me; I appreciate the freeing of the Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles from the external walls. So they could invade my flat.
I’m growing to like them now. And the exercise I’m now getting in trying to kill and catch them has done my Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Dizzy Dennis no end of good.
0100hrs: Woke up feeling a lot better than I did last night. Far more with-it, mentally.
Got the Health Checks done.
The sphygmomanometer worked second try.
The Sys reading was down a fair bit, at last.
I could sense the bubbling and rumbling coming from the tummy. So, I took a Dia-Limit capsule with the morning medication doses.
I was slowly feeling more active of mind, although the body wasn’t too keen. Hehe!
On to the computer. Despite the best efforts of the Liberty-Global Media Virgin Internet in slowing things down. So, I got the photos on the camera card sorted and ready to use.
The Porcelain Throne beckoned, and off to the wet room. The evacuation was the best in ages, far less liquified this time.
I spotted a few of the Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles on the floor. A few of the larger ones today, they were alive, the babies were all dead. So I decided to go into a Boll-Weevil Attack Mode, in all rooms!
Giant beasts from the Spare room Window
August
From the front room balcony door/window
One of the giant weevils from the spare room seemed to look irradiated in the photograph? It looks like they are bringing on the Brownshirts and Panzers to back up the infantry now? They are definitely changing tactics. Hehehe!
Back to the computer, and I found this rather decent photographicalisation from yesterday. I can’t remember taking it, though.
Obviously shot from the spare room window. The only one without the plastic sheeting on the outside of the frame.
Updated the Wednesday post. Gawd, it was a horrible day for me that was. I don’t think I’m fully Compos Mentis, lucid, balanced, mentally sound or rational yet, but I’m improving as the day goes on. I hope!
Tim Price, from New Mexico, suggested in a comment that the problem might be due to the Rentokil and Raid bug killer sprays overspill I’m using to counter the invading Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles. He could be right, you know, I’d not thought of that.
I looked for a guide to the local weather. I found these indications of the storm coming!
Well, that cheered me up no end! Hehehe!
I made a start on this diary, then went to make a mug of tea. Found the hot water was not hot, but cold. Perplexed for a second or two, then shot into panic mode! Had I left the hot water tap running the WC? Argh!
Yes, I had! What an Eizel! It could have been worse, mind. I may have left it running to ages, but it was not turned on fully, and the sink did not overflow. Phew!
Got the ablutionalisationing tended to, to be ready for the Iceland delivery and then the Tenants Social Hour.
I opened the curtains to the balcony window to check for any Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles because I forgot to check there earlier
There were just five in the skirting board.
One if them a lively-live one that took some catching.
But I got him in the end.
I could see it had been raining outside. But, the wind was not high at the moment – the lull-before-the-storm, literally, methinks?
I made up a Morrison Order for next week while I waited for the Iceland man to arrive.
Getting a bit late now, still not arrived. Aha, he’s here.
The reading glassed arms were coming loose, so I put them in their box to take to the optician to have a look at them for me later.
Got the stuff put away in a rush. Took black bags to the chute on the way down, and carried a big bag of recyclable waste to the caretakers’ doorway as I left the building.
Along Chestnut Walk 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, shed.
About twenty Winwoodhamians’ were in the hut. Jenny was in good form. Being late getting out, I’d missed the raffle. I took the nibble box round. Then gave Jenny the box of cakes I intended as a raffle prize, to use on her Saturday Social. I donated the three Toberlone chocolate sucker to different tenants. Handed out the Tennessee Whiskey Cola to Margaret and the Werther’s sweeties to Cyndy. I had a chinwag with a few of the residents, and a laugh of course, which I enjoyed. I think this helped me to feel better after yesterdays ‘Blank Spell’.
I set off on a walk down Winchester Street, to Mansfield Road.
A few spots of rain fell, but nothing worth making me get out the umbrella.
I got onto Mansfield Road and trudged up the hill to the Wilko store. I’d hoped to find some Co-codamol tablets, but they had none on display. I wanted to try them and cut back on the Codeine Phosphates a little, cause I think they make me feel tired more? They did have some Mr Muscle Grime cleaner on sale from £3.50 down to £2, so I bought one. Also, some Dia-Limit capsules, Rentakill Flea Killer and Raid Cockroach spray. With tonight and the weekend weather warnings, I thought it best to get them now, in case I become Flat-bound with the forecasted storm (Wind and Rain) being likely to arrive.
The owner of the Spectacle shop soon sorted me out with a half-smile, that hid what he really thought. Which was “There is nothing wrong with these, but I’ll toy with them and keep the idiot happy!” Oh, yes, it can be a curse, my having a high EQ level. As much as it is, my having a Low IQ level. I thanked them for their help, and set off to the bus stop at the top of the hill, to catch an L9 bus back up the hill to the apartments and home.
I got in the shelter away from the drizzle, which did not last long.
Some resident who I had chatted to before arrived to join me. They are from the Winchester Court block.
And a jolly pleasant laugh and a joking session or two were enjoyed. By me, anyway.
Gave shared farewells as we got off of the bus. I had a brief natter with some tenants who were getting on to the bus, and legged it down Chestnut Way, and caught up with Paul. Not very often this happens.
A Willmott-Dixon lad, known as In-Charge Ian, locally, was guiding a plant vehicle out of the Extra-Care compound.
Petulant Paul was driving the multi-purpose plant vehicle. Hydraulic, lift, pusherer, crane, high rise reacher and Pensioner Liquidator. Or was it Petulant Paul who was multi-purpose? Haha!
They shouted something to me as I moved on, but I could not tell what it was they said. Possibly, Piss-off, or something like that. Hehehe! Only joking here you know.
I got in the flat, took the bag into the kitchen, and was surprised to see so many Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles all over the floor.
I gathered them up, about 50/50 twist those dead and the others that were alive.
I sprayed the area with the ‘Raid’ Killer Spray again. These Weevils are taking the mickey out of me now!
I got the oven warming up, ready to use for the spare ribs cooking, later.
Did the Health Checks, imbibed the medications and made a brew.
I wondered if the storm when it arrives, will affect the wonderful Liberty-Global Media Virgin Internet? According to the forecast, the wind and rain will start in earnest tonight.
Onto the computer, and updated this blog.
Nosh finished cooling and served up.
Pork ribs with smoked bacon and seasoned baked beans.
At last! A decent tasting meal, after so many disasters of late. A worthy 9.35/10 Flavour Rating for this one.
Last Health Checks and medications sorted.
Determines to stay awake to watch the TV. My favourite programmes were all on, one after another.
Two back to back episodes of the ‘A-Team’, then ‘Heartbeat’ followed by Hustle and a documentary on Grenfell. I was all set to have an idle-time viewing,
I didn’t even get through the first episode of the A-Team before the nodding offs began. Humph! During my self-imposed ten sessions of staying awake during Hustle, I think it was, I drifted off proper-like.
0135hrs: On waking up, a repetition of yesterday mornings agrypnotic activities followed: Realisation that the Porcelain Throne was crucially required.
Off to the wet room (Although, this morning there was no Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops en route) and a swift evacuation in almost liquid form, but a mite less messy than on Tuesday.
Seeing a few Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, far more than of late, around the wet room floor, I decided an attack was required. Cleaned up, and armed myself with the ‘Raid’ Beetle Killer spray, the camera and little pots to keep any captured weevils in to photograph them all after my, hopefully, surprise raid is successful.
Captives from the wet room - 50% dead ones
Prisoners taken from the spare room window ledge - 25% dead
Weevils arrested in the front room window area - 75% dead
There seemed to be many more of the adult beasts today. I reckon they have been doing manoeuvres and attack training, that’s why I have seen so much less of them for the last two days? Hehe!
Everywhere got a good long blast of the ‘Raid’ Killer Spray – the can is now low in content. I must get some more when I can get out. Cough, cough, choke!
I might mention this to Nottingham City Homes, Come Dancing contestant and Cat Walk Model, Manager Oberschützeress Angela.
I added an anti-Trotsky capsule to the medication pot and took them.
I updated the Tuesday Diary and got it finished and posted off. Despite the interruptions of Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet having many blank moments. Oy gevalt!
No sooner had I done this, it was hurriedly back to the Porcelain Throne! The evacuation was another liquified affair, but far less of it. The tummy started to grind away after the session again. Cleaning up took a long time.
Back to the kitchen and did the Health Checks.
Hello, the hiccups have started now, and this has spurred Reflux Roger to join in. Humph!
Went on to Facebooking for ages.
Cleaned-up, a lot better session.
Howling high winds coming from outside, really noisy. The new balconies seem to be making it worse? The news said: Winds of up to 80 mph could put lives at risk and disrupt travel and power supplies across parts of the the UK as Storm Ali sweeps in. “Two people have died after Storm Ali swept across parts of the British Isles, bringing winds of up to 100mph.”
Did the Health Checks.
Then on CorelDraw to make up some diary page header graphics in advance.
I seem to have gone into one of my rare, but unsettling ‘Out-of-it’ modes.
I came back to semi-awareness hours later. I was sat in the chair, the TV on, computer off, the small hoover and the Raid Weevil Killer spray both on my lap. Why? No idea!
The urgency of needing the Porcelain Throne added to my confusion, I was in a right Shemozzle. The evacuation was a little less watery at least. The brain taking its time to get a grasp on what had happened and was going on. I’d lost hours, memory-wise. Both my shoulders were hurting, well, rather, aching badly?
The winds were howling more than ever outside. I got the Health Checks done and medictions taken. Realising that the midday does pot was empty, so I must have taken them, but cannot recall doing so.
I think I must have been ‘out of it’ for a long time.
I had made some notes on the pad as well. Much of them unreadable.
Made a nosh of sorts, not a lot. And left most of it. Eating, was not high on my agenda it seemed.
Some blanks in my memory remained, although some things were clearly stored in the grey-cell box?
I got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, to clear my mind, or rather to kick-start it. Hehehe!
The nodding off started straight away, minutes sleeping, springing awake, then minutes later dropping off again. Disconcerting, to say the least, especially as I had apparently had a long sleep earlier. Or did I?
Half-asleep, I got free from the recliner with consumate ease considering, off to the Porcelain Throne. A much better session this one, almost solid.
I honestly can’t remember getting back to the chair, but I found myself half-on, half-off of it at 0100hrs, when I sprang awake. So I got up.
0255hrs: I stirred and waited for the brain to catch me up. It didn’t take long. Reality merged with the senses, and panic set-in!
The need for the Porcelain Throne had never been more urgent in my adult life! I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner within seconds. (It felt like it anyway). I was convinced I hobbled to the wet room looking like a character played by Kenneth Williams in a Carry on Nurse film, doing my best to retain the evacuation from being premature and any unsightly embarrassment. I got there on time but never has been a nearer thing, without an actual calamity. The liquified removal was not a nice feeling, and repeatedly I thought it was over, only for it to start off again. I ended up reading the aptly entitle ‘Catastrophy’ book, while I waited for some indication of the confirmation of completion having been attained.
A chapter or so later of the book being digested, I risked getting up and having a clean up of the room and self. New PP’s, and fresh air and body spray used copiously.
To the kitchen, took the medications and as I was about to start the Health Checks…
I had to hasten back to the Throne, for another similar but not so-long session. Almost liquids evacuated once more. I freshened up and returned to the kitchen to carry out the Health Checks again.
The flipping Sys was back up again. Tsk! And, the weight was well up, despite my having got rid of what felt like gallons of liquid in the two Throne sessions.
My current mood could hardly be called hardly be described as idyllic. Rather pessimistic and sceptical I reckon.
I carried out a recce on the evil boll weevil biting beetles situation.
Sit-Rep: After a good search around the rooms in the flat. I collected a few weevil-bodies from wetroom, balcony window bottom and the spare room.
In the spare room, and the balcony window, there were many live beetles, but only tiny ones. They were too fast for me to catch, but I sprayed the area with the ‘Raid’ spray.
In the old bedroom, I had a lool put of the window to see this view and thought it would be worth recording.
Of course, one can’t tell in the picture of the scene, but by gum, the winds were blowing up a gale almost. The trees below are in for some damage if this weather keeps up.
I’d turned off the light to take this photo. On the way out of the room, I tripped over the old hoover tubes. Fancy that! I clouted my right knee on the corner of the machine. A bit of edging-plastic broke off! I hope it still works. No damage worth bothering about mentioning to Inchcock.
Around, 0400hrs: I put my hearing aids in and made my way to the kitchen.
Where the noise of the wind blowing about the cellophane coverings on the outside of the windows, made me take them out again.
I imagine that any tenants with their plastic sheeting still not, will have got woken by the volume of the noise. I decided to make a mug of tea…
The visit and results were homogeneous with the other two trips, other than perhaps a little less volume. Which I was beholden for! But, after this visitations, the innards started to grumble as if it was ready to go again? Tsk! Hope I can get out later… or is that a wise decision I asked myself? I didn’t get an answer.
Finally, I got to finish the Monday diary and get it posted off.
I sent an email to the Doctors surgery, asking for an appointment for the date on the Anticoagulant Therapy Record sheet as instructed. It is not until Tue 2nd October! I implored and begged them for an early in the day appointment. I don’t know why I bothered!
Started this blog off. Had to stop, to get the ablutionisationing done.
Made up two bags of rubbish that I took put to the chute with me, and a giant bag of recyclable gear and dropped it near the caretaker’s door as I left the block.
The first thing that hit me was the power of the wind out there.
It nearly blew me beyond the recycling bin!
I took a picture upwards of the Willmott -Dixon subcontractors working on the balconies high in the sky.
Then part of the being built from scratch centre Extra Care Residential Flats building. The whole new build is to be named: Winwood Heights: Nottingham’s latest retirement village. I bet it’s not as well fitted out as the old flats, like Woodthorpe Court where I dwell. I bet the new place doesn’t get free evil boll weevil biting black beetles supplied when the new windows are fitted. I reckon their fire alarm be working too!
Hehehe!
This white rusty-van-man came a bit closer to me as he drove up the drive than I would have liked. I think he is waiting to get into the delivery compound of the new block.
I pressed on and into the Nottingham City Homes, Winchester and Woodthorpe Court’s Winwood Flats, Hauptsturmführeress 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 residents room. Noticing the wind had knocked down the sign and barrier that tells us the Footpath is Closed.
The hearing aid batteries on both aids packed up as I was chatting to Sturmscharführeress Wardens Deana and Julie. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel or agents, on this blog by Cat Walk Model and Obergruppenfürheress Angela. So, I won’t.
I had to go back up to the apartment to get the old hearing aids. I’d forgotten how the new SpecSaver hearing aid batteries last… or rather, don’t last.
Many tenants were in the shed when I got back, and I listened and chatted with them and had a few bits of fun, verbally.
The buses arrived, and I got on the Nottingham bound one. But was only going a few stops to the top of the hill on Woodborough Road. Where after the driver kindly ran me to the end of the road, so I had less far to walk to the Aldi store, I thanked him.
The wind much worse on the top of the hill, and I had to struggle against it as I hobbled to the shop.
I bought: Hoisin Pork Ribs, mini-potatoes, fresh cream doughnut, some nibbles to restock the bin with, a lemon yoghourt, brown sandwich thins, chicken legs, fresh green beans, tomatoes, sliced cooked pork, and some crispy bacon slices.
I’d spent a good while in the store, and when I came out, although still windy, it was far less so.
I spotted an additional board had been put up beside the Welcome to Mapperley Community Centre poster. ‘All lead been removed from this roof & replaced with a substitute that has no resale value!’ A Sad world nowadays innit?
I walked along the road to Winchester Street Hill. I coped alright with the wind – I think the heavy bag helped.
As I turned right down towards Winchester Street Hill, I saw three police cars (I didn’t know we in Nottingham had that many left?), parked in the Belle Vue Lodge Nursing Home.
I plodded down the road. All seemed eerily quiet to me. Apart from the traffic, even the wind seemed to drop, and the mind went off on one its meandering through the past routines.
I came back to semi-reality as I approached the number 40 bus stop, where when I catch that bus home from town, I drop off.
You can see what I mean about it being dodgy crossing the road here, with the traffic coming fast down the hill, and the sudden appearances of vehicles getting a run up the steep incline.
I hobbled on down to the Sherwood Vale turn-off and onto Chestnut Way.
I shall miss all this vehicular mayhem when the building and upgrading finishes.
A few fellow tenants at the bus stop gave me a hello-there Gerry, and wave, and I returned a cheery greeting to them.
The Willott-Dixon lads were all busy, mainly on the new extra-care block.
I took this photographicalisation depicting how difficult it must be for the lads working within such a confined space.
I plodded on along the narrow pedestrian and traffic-sharing Chestnut Way.
Roys other half came along in the opposite direction. She told me that Roy was now home from the hospital. This was good news. I said I’d nip up to see him.
I think I’ll take the cream doughnuts for them to celebrate with.
I got into the apartment. Amazing how lucky I was here. I went in the wet room for a wee-wee, and it turned into the fourth Porcelain Throne session!
I must report that a few of the baby evil boll weevil biting black beetles were running around the wet room floor. Gnash!
So, I investigated in the kitchen and spare room. The kitchen only had a few of the weevils, and they were all dead ones.
Worryingly, in the spare room, there were plenty of the dang things on the inner window ledge come shelf. I sprayed an adult one with the ‘Raid’ killer spray. The beast moved and shook off the poison and trotted off to the hole in the plaster?
Not a good sign, this happening!
Eventually, I got round to sorting out the purchases. Got the oven warming, and checked the potatoes in the crock-pot.
Made a start on updating this diary.
I nipped to see Jenny, to ask her which flat Roy lived at, cause I couldn’t remember the floor number. Bless her, she put me right straight away. And she was looking in fine form, too. Back to the flat to collect the cream cakes and off to Roy’s flat. Welcomed by his better half, we had a chat and laugh. Roy had done amazingly well, considering all he had gone through. Newkie visited as I was leaving. A favourite couple, much loved. So glad the lad is improving, he had a terrible time and big operation in the hospital.
Back to the flat. Checked the slow-cooker and got the seasoned potatoes in the oven.
Had a go updating Facebook while I waited.
Nosh served up.
The meal looked fair enough, it smelt nice, but for some reason, l did not enjoy it as much as I expected to and ate only about a third of it.
I suppose I might have been worried about the Trotsky Terence situation being made worse?
Hopefully, things will calm down soon. (He says, full of no confidence. Hehe!).
Once again, there were some programmes on the TV that I wanted to view. I got it all sorted and written down. Times and channels.
Got the pots washed, did the last Health Checks and medication taking.
0200hrs: I woke up, convinced it was Sunday. Exited the £300 second-hand dodgy recliner and off for a wee-wee. A short-sharp-painful wee-wee!
To the kitchen to take the medications. The empty pots on the tray, made me realise it was either Monday, or I’d taken the wrong days medications. I got my brain a tad bamboozled trying to sort things out. I ended up checking on the calendar to confirm the day. Poor old Klutz!
Took the medications, with a certain amount of ambivalence. Then got the Health Checks done for this morning, and updated last weeks results.
Last weeks Sys and weight average was high. Down today, though.
It was a bit nippy in the flat this morning, looks like Autumn has arrived and is rushing into Winter?
Off to the Porcelain Throne. For a messy evacuation and to find that Little Inchies bleeding lesion needed unclogging (Ooh, ah… Argh!), and medicationing.
I spotted just a few of the evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles near the crack in the floor near the door. All dead, about eight of them.
Cleaned things up, and went on an Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles search and destroy patrol, Raid and Rentokil spray at the ready. An inexorable approach was adopted and concentration at its highest level.
Stubbed my toe on the scales as I went into the spare room.
There were lots of the weevils on the window ledge in the spare room again.
I’m sure that they are coming out from the gaps and unsealed holes left when the windows were installed because the dead ones were found close to the tiny holes in the plastering?
Worryingly, all of the dead weevils were tiny young ones. The adults were noticeable by their absence. Not sure what this indicates?
Made another brew of tea to replace the one I let go cold, and onto the computer to start this blog, up to here. Then went to finish off yesterdays diary.
Got Sunday’s finalised and sent off.
Went on the WordPress Reader section, and replied to a comment.
Then, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Oh dear! An extremely messy affair this time, and heavy in content. I made a brew and took a Dia-Limit capsule. Well, I nearly did. But I noticed a pack of Galpharm Diarrhoea Relief Tablets and thought I’d try these ones. On reading the dosage advice: Adults and Children over 12 years: Take Five Tablets up to four times a day…? Methinks these will not be very helpful. Huh!
A lot of stuff was thrown down the waste chute from a floor above very early in the day, again. Tsk!
Off to have a jolly good ablutionalisation session. Well, apart from the shave. There I was lathering myself up, and I felt something on my head. I thought it was one of the evil boll weevils, and shot my hand up to grab it (Sillilly, with the razor in my hand) Hence a little knick! Haha! I did feel a fool, no signs of any weevil or beetle. What a Schmendrick!
I reckon I got a bit over enthusiastic with the shaving foam and some had got on to my head, which I mistook for one of the flat invading creatures? Tsk!
I took two black bags to the chute on my way out.
Down and out of the lobby, I turned and took this photo of some of Willmott-Dixon sub-contractors working on letting in the evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles into a flat on my level of the apartment block. Hehe!
As I crossed over the road, I snapped this one of old Chesnut Trees as the slowly began to drop some chestnuts.
The rain was stopping now, although the odd sprinkle of precipitation fell later.
I limped on, feeling in a fair condition, and at a decent pace for me too.
Down Winchester Street and left onto Mansfield Road. In search of some of those tasty soft pastry lemon cream biscuit squares.
An almost deserted avenue, usually teeming with life?
Diddly-Dangs! They had, coconut, banana, strawberry, and Kiwi flavoured, but no Lemon! I asked the lady on the till when she had stopped talking to her friend if they had any lemon ones in stock. “If they ain’t there on the shelf, no!” and carried on talking about something or one called Kendrick Lemur, it sounded like to me, with her pal. I put on a sulk, returned my unused shopping basket to the stack near the door, and skulked off. Aha-ha!
I called in the Co-op Store and got a Beef Pie on offer at £1, baby potatoes and two extra large potatoes to baked and bash up with strong cheddar cheese later today.
Back up the hill, and to the Wilko store. I got another ‘Raid’ Beetle-killing spray. And a food bowl to replace the one I broke last week. I paid the lady, thanked her and departed.
As I meandered up the road, a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came whamming it down the hill. I’d hoped he might skid in the rain, break a leg and index finger… but, no such luck! Tut!
By the time I had reached the Charity Shop and realised I had failed to take the donations with me, called myself a name, gone in to see if they had any copies of ‘The Negotiator’ in their DVD collections, which they had not; Three other Pavement Cyclist also shot down the hill! Grumph!
At the top of the hill, I rested a moment or two.
I put down the little and glanced down at it and thought; What an odd bag of shopping I had collected today.
I pressed on, with Anne Gyna, Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis, and Duodenal Donald all being kind to me this morning.
I entered through the Woodthorpe Park Gates and ambled up the footpath. I saw precious few Nottinghamians on my way to the top. I did watch some dogs taking their owners for a game of ball, though. Hehehe!
I turned right and had a walk down through the Tree Copse. It looked a little sad all thinned out and losing leaves already. I photographicalised the walk down and out of the other end.
Towards the path through the Copse
The well trodden path
It smelt so good in there
I stopped for a look around for squirrels, but saw none
Out into the bottom field
Turned left and towards the Winwood Height flats and home...
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The spick-and-span, so welcoming sight of the neat and tidy immaculate foyer entrance, greeted me as I arrived home and nearly tripped over the plastic tape on the entrance tiles.
I picked it up and put in in the bin.
I met Mable as she got out of the lift on her way to the laundry room. Gave her a choice of nibbles from the bag for her and hubby.
I got in the Lilliputian apartment, and a had a short-sharp-wee-wee. (Best if we just take it that I did this on average every half hour.) Hahaha! Why am I laughing?
I got the bits I’d bought put away.
Getting one of the large potatoes in the oven.
Took the cheese out of the fridge ready for mixing with the bashed-up spuds later.
Started to get the photos ready to use on this blog, then began to update it.
Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet Down Again.
The noise from outside had stopped
Must be the lad’s break time.
Off to the wet room for a w… Oh, no, we agreed not to bother mentioning the wee-wee’s didn’t we?
The sky and clouds looked beautiful, although it was a tad ominous.
Made a brew of the most elegant English Breakfast Tea by Twinings. The Extra-Strong variety.
When I returned to the computer, I started actually falling asleep while typing!
Not good this. I haven’t been up for twelve-hours yet. And I’ve only taken a tiny hobble into Sherwood and back. So why am I feeling like this so early, even for me? I’m a bit nervous about falling asleep and letting the meal burn or start a fire even. Most aberrational!
Ah, the lads are back outside, and Global-Virgin is working, slowly, but still.
The spuds were ready to burn my fingers while I took out the flesh and mixed it with the extra-strong cheddar cheese, then returned it to the oven to brown off; adding beef pie at the same time.
Did the Health Checks.
The cheesy potatoes were not up to my usual tastiness Sob! I don’t know what I did wrong? The large butter beans in tomato passata were flavoursome and mealy. The pickled cucumber was good. The apple was bitter, but okay. The fresh tomatoes were so-so. The beef pie was terrible. Even the last two soft pastry lemon cream cake squares seemed to have lost their tastiness? Flavour Rating of 5/10 is the most I can give it.
I left a fair bit of it and threw it away. Got the pots in the washing-up bowl to soak.
The third Porcelain Throne session of the day! Mmm?
The usual evening performance played out. TV on, nod-off, wake, curse at missing a programme I wanted to watch, nod-off, wake up, nod-off, wake up…
00210hrs: I stirred into a poor imitation of life. The brain was entirely concentrating on what bits it could recall from the irrationally incongruous, and ever-so-slightly disturbing dream I’d had earlier. I also found some written scribble on the £300 second-hand past-its-best Recliner Ottoman about my nocturnal phantasma.
This affected me so much, I later made a graphic to picture the image I had in my brain loosely. In the dream, I threw myself off of a roof, down onto the brick paved road below. There seemed to be no emotions lurking in my brain, just a determination. Every time I nearly hit the tiles below, I found myself back up on the same roof again? This happened several times, and two blokes even came up and threw themselves off to show me how to do it? (No idea who they were) I kept trying without success. I can’t recall how the dream ended. I do have a vague, cryptic vision lingering, of me in a tent in a field, and frying eggs, though. Oh, and I was younger and thinner in the Nocturnal reverie than I am now?
Quite suddenly, it dawned on me that I had got a cracking headache. This prompted me to remove my bulbously flabby torso, with its now skinny legs and arms, due to the water retentions seemingly no longer interested from the recliner and go into the kitchen and the medicine drawer to add a painkiller to the mornings’ medications doses.
Carried out the Health Checks. The Sys and Dia were both higher again today! In the event that I should explode anytime now. I’d appreciate it if someone could ask the funeral parlour if they would run-over any Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists they see on the way to the crematorium for me. Consideration for their efforts is to be found stuffed up the chimney in the flat. Be nice that. I could go happily then. Hahaha!
Off to the Porcelain Throne. A half-and-half evacuation session this time. So, I got some reading done.
I spotted some baby Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles on the wet room floor and collected them, again about 50% of them were dead. I carried on with the attack and checked out the spare room and the kitchen.
Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles Prisoners Taken.
Wet Room prisoners
Spare Room prisoners
Kicthen prisoners
I got the computer on to update yesterdays post, a big job with all the hobbling photographicalisaitons needing to be sorted out first. Oh, Boy was the internet slow or what!
Took me hours and hours to get it finished and posted off. Grumph!
I went on the WordPress Reader, some good stuff on there this morning.
I did the midday Health Checks a little early, to see if the Sys and Dia had come down a bit.
They had gone down, but not by much. Still, not a bad sign.
Then I did the weeks medication pots.
I went back on the computer and got carried away adding some words to the Personal Dictionary. More time lost.
I went onto Facebook to top up the photo albums! For a moment I thought that Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet was going a bit faster… but no, just figment of my imagination.
I did an Iceland food order for delivery next Thursday.
Been up a long time now, I decided to get the nosh done early, and just watch some New Tricks episodes on the DVD, then the telly for some exciting looking programmes that should suit me down to the ground.
On BBC 2: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, I’ve seen this one yet. Followed by the Dragons Den, and then on channel 14, a programme revealing the air-tapes during the 9/11 attack. Not sure how long I’ll stay awake though. Hehe!
Got the nosh served up.
Cumberland pie with a lot of extra-strong cheese on top, tomatoes, gherkins, beef pastie, mushrooms, rice sticks, apple and potato farls.
Two soft pastry lemon cream square cakes to follow.
I had just got settled and had taken a mouthfull of the fodder, and the landline rang!
It was Brother-in-law Pete. When I told him I had just got down to eat my meal; He laughed… a little like Vincent Price used to do in his ‘Theatre of Blood’ horror film. Hehehe! We chatted a bit while my meal got cold for the second day in a row. He told me to buy a microwave so I can rewarm meals gone cold. I told him I had no room for a microwave in my tiny kitchen, and he agreed, then suggested I was a bit of an idiot who couldn’t cope with anything practical. He was right, of course! Hehe!
As for Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, I still haven’t seen this one yet. I nodded off. With the film being on the BBC, I can’t blame the adverts this time.
Sometime before I woke up proper-like: The flats Fire Alarm activated, and the Pillow Shaker Fire Alarm joined in? Hello, hello, I thought, have they mended the none working alarm and are testing it?
I went through the usual procedure.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner.
Stubbed my toe on the Ottoman.
Went to the door and tested the handle for any heat with the back of my hand None!
Opened the door, by which time the alarm had stopped.
Went to look out of the window to see if any Fire Brigade vehicles had arrived on site. But couldn’t see below now we have the new unwanted view and light blocking windows and pod balcony have been partially fitted.
Tutted, and got back in the recliner.
0205hrs: I stirred with the mind once again not bothering with going off on its usual mangled medley of thoughts. I was out of the rickety recliner and in the kitchen within minutes, with no real memory of how I got there? Perhaps a case of the delayed reaction from my spark plugs? Hehehe!
I mechanically carried out the Health Checks.
The sphygmomanometer worked the first time.
I noticed when doing the updating of the HC results on Excel that the Sys and Dia have both seemed to be a bit high this week? Not to mention, the increasing again weight!
I must try to get out for a little hobble today. Even, if it is only to Sherwood and back.
I did an intruder patrol to assess the Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles invasion locations and numbers. Pleased to report, that there was only a five of the live weevils and about twenty that were dead, discovered. I went round with the ‘Raid’ spray in the corners and cracks in the window frames and sprayed.
The Porcelain Throne beckoned and became a tad urgent. So, off to the wet room. Once again, the evacuation was effortless and quick. So no reading of the book this morning. I had considered staying on the throne and having a read of it, but I was not sure if I had left the hot tap running from when I disposed of the weevils. Back to the kitchen to check. I’d hadn’t left the faucet running.
I put the milk in the tea, only to find it had Gone-Off!
I go the new bottle of ‘A2’ milk I ordered in error from Morrisons. (Yes, I know, I am always doing this and feeling a fool for doing it so often, Tsk!)
I read the label, and apparently, not all cows milk is the same. Seems it is Free from the A1 Protein found in regular cows?
It all confused me. But it tasted fine in the mug of tea. The second brew I made, as the first one was not drinkable with the bits of milk floating on top and changing its colour to a sort of pale purple as it did so, had to be ditched.
Took the medications and had extra swigs of the Peptac, as Duodenal Donald was showing signs of his about to take an interest in making life uncomfortable for me. Hehe!
I also took an extra Omeprazole capsule. Because all the signs were there, that Duodenal Donald was building up for a right session of pain giving. Bless him.
I was concerned a little over this morning’s weight. So I nipped back into the spare room to see if it had changed any.
It had, it’d gone up from two-hours or so ago!
I face fiascos, debacles, catastrophes, disasters, Whoopsiedangleplops, failures and faux pas almost every day. I almost expect them. Just thought I’d mention it, like!
While in the spare room, I thought I’d get a photograph of the ground outside. I found a white car parked, where we have been asked nicely, on the poster on the lift foyer noticeboard, not to park today. But they may well be moving the vehicle before then, after all, it is only 0425hrs as I write this down.
It looks like it’s been raining?
I hope the tenants going on the outing on a tour of Derbyshire will have a great time. I’d have loved to have joined them. But with Little Inchies lesion bleeding, and the bladder playing up, I can’t risk it. I’d be too embarrassed if any Faux Pas were to happen. Not so bad if I am out on my own.
Went on to the TFZer Facebook page.
Ablutions completed and rubbish bags taken to the chute at 0800hrs.
I set off out on the hobble to Asda (Walmart) Arnold. Taking some cleaned empty jars down with me and deposited them with the bag of recyclables at the caretaker doorway.
As I began to cross the road to the gravel path on the hill up to Woodthorpe Court Grange Park.
I heard my name being called out.
It was Jenny, who had come down to prepare for the bus to arrive to take the tenants on a tour of Derbyshire.
Jenny asked me if I was ready for the trip? I was embarrassed to find my name was on the list to go. I must have got it wrong somewhere along the line when she was asking if I wanted to go, many weeks ago. After all the work she puts on on other tenants behalf, I had to get it wrong, and mislead her.
Sorry, Jenny ♥. Times like this, I hate myself. I explained that I never did envisage my going, as I knew I had a slight chance of getting the Stapled Heaemorrhoidopexy being done, as I am on the Cancellation List. I don’t know how this confusion arose, but feel certain it must have been me that messed-up. What a Nebbisher!
Feeling conscience-stricken and contrite, I made my way up the gravel hill.
The Tree Copse. Looked very sad and thinned out.
As I walked along the footpath to the main road exit, this uncaring swine of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, flew closely by me, giving me a bit of a shock and making my jump. Leaving me feeling a tad fermisht!
Not a goos start to my little hobble, I thought to myself. My cocking-up Jenny’s plans, the Tree Copse suffering and now a pavement cyclist nearly hit me and makes me nervous! Worra start!
I plodded along Mansfield Road towards Daybrook.
I then suffered a full frontal attack from another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist. But, to be fair, she was not going too fast or close to me as she went by me.
Not many people out this early in the Saturday morning and the mind did some of its wandering off of its own accord. Remembering things I would sooner not have recalled from the past.
Half an hour later, I was in the Arnot Hill Park. I made my way to the pond, to feed and have a little chinwag with the various varieties of ducks and pigeons. The Anas platyrhynchos Anatidae Anseriformes Aves and Columbidae Columbiformes Columbimorphae Aves.
I must have caught the mode selector as I took the camera from my pocket and I didn’t notice until I’d taken three shots. Tsk!
Taken in wrong mode, Tsk!
Taken in wrong mode, Tsk!
Taken in wrong mode, Tsk!
Back in Auto Mode
Back in Auto Mode
Back in Auto Mode
9 / 6
I am still amazed at how all these different types of ducks and pigeons seem to get along together.
Feeling a little cheerier having enjoyed my time and natter with the birds, I carried on into Arnold.
I did some window shopping as I made my way along to Front Street and got into the Asda (Walmart) store.
Went to get my shopping list out, but soon realised that I had left it in the flat. Klutz!
I bought, some cheese curls, sliced pickled gherkins, sliced seasoned potatoes, tomatoes and a packet of Irish Potato Farls.
I paid at the self-serve tills, and think I may have overcharged myself somehow! In the morning when I checked my receipt, and an article read just, Potatoes £1.25. I can’t find anything like this in the fridge or cupboards?
I paid and popped over the road to the Fulton Foods Store. I bought two packets of smoked bacon for £2. Thick slices and very little fat on them, but I anticipate the usual masses of water will be in with them.
I got the timing wrong, and got to the bus stop for the L9 bus back to the flats, but had a twenty-five minute wait at the bus stop. Ah-well!
Arrived back on Chestnut Walk, the only person to get off off the bus, no people to get on, and not a soul sighted on my walk to the far off Woodthorpe Court flats, nor inside of them.
Then I realised that thirty or so residents would be out on the Derbyshire Bus Tour. Glad to see that the weather looked fine for them, anyway.
Got in to have a wee-wee and discovered that Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding badly. Had a cleaning and medicating session that was lengthy, messy and painful. But felt a lot better when it was all semi-sorted.
I was suddenly so tired and weary. No chance of me doing any concentration needing computer work, now. I’ll have to catch-up in the morning.
I got the nosh cooking and scribbled some notes of the hobble to use when I update this blog.
I got the dinner served up on the plate and tray, making sure the cooker plug was turned off, I knocked over a jar of tomato passata!
What a mess. I got down on my knees with a kitchen towel and bit of cardboard and collected as much of the contents and bits of glass that I could, placing them well wrapped up, into a bin. Getting my ageing flabby body back up off of the floor, was a painful exercise. Tsk!
Foolishly and unthinkingly, I felt proud of my swift response to the Accifauxpa, and pressed down the bin contents. Whoops! Hehehe!
Thus, more time lost stopping the flow of blood from my digit, meant that by the time I got to eating the rather delightful (to me) looking plate of fodder, it was well not warm! Ay-Yay-Yay, what a Schlemiel!
Good job there was a lot of cold nosh on the TFZer Lyzzi, plate. Tomatoes, sliced pickled gherking, apples and wholemeal bread thins. (And the highlight of course, two soft pastry lemon cream filled square cakes. Hehehe!) The lukewarm mushrooms, green beans, cheesy potatoes and the pork were affected most by my Accifauxpa.
I did eat all of the extra-strong cheesy potatoes, though.
I watched some New Tricks episodes on the DVD. But got tired of and bored with all my nodding-offs and rewinding to see the missed bits. So I put the TV on. The nod-offing continued and soon I was off into a deep yet dream-filled sleep.
0205hrs: Woke with my mind intent on carrying out a seek and search manoeuvre against the troublesome evil Ironclad boll weevil biting beetles. Despite so many other obligations, commitments and duties needing my attention today.
The usual struggle out of the £300 second-hand rickety, geriatric recliner, was of little bother this morning?
A search around the main three areas of the weevils attacks, I found only one alive, and a dozen or so dead ones. The Rentokil Flea Killer seems to be effective. It’s certainly got me coughing. Hehe!
I tended to the Health Checks first and took the medications. The sphygmomanometer was not very willing to work for me. It took five tries before it obliged me.
As the mind began to wander meanderingly off of its own accord, (nothing new in this, it’s a quotidian happening that I’m coming to accept and even expect nowadays), I made a decision to get the laundry done straight away.
Gathered the needed things and out, down the lift and poddled to the laundry room. Got the washer going after having to clean the drum.
Back up to the flat, and got the computer on. By the time I’d sorted the photos out ready to save to file for use later, it was time to go down and move the laundry to the dryer.
Before I emptied the machine, I took this, what I thought was an amusing picture, showing my hands and camera in the reflection of the steel window rim.
I transferred the togs to the dryer. Had to clean the filter before starting it.
Back up to the 12th floor.
I made a brew of tea, had many wee-wees, while I continued with the prep work for yesterdays diary on CorelDraw.
The hour flashed by, and still, I had not begun to work on the Thursday blog, and it was time to go down again, this time, to collect the washing.
A couple of new posters had gone up on the notice board.
The Safer Neighbourhoods sign I spotted, was inviting us to report drug use.
Just a smidge worrying that notice. I’m on 14 drugs in tablet/capsule form in the morning, midday three tablets and creams, then at night it varies according to the ever Warfarin doses between six and eight tablets/capsule, an Enoxaparin injection, a spray and three applications of various cream. And I know that many other tenants are taking more than I am! Hehe!
Got the clobber out of the machine and folded into the laundry bag with the accoutrements used.
Then cleaned the drum and filter, and nipped outside to take a couple of shots of the early morning on Chestnut Way.
Fire Alarm out of action. The note on the panel read: ‘Fault Due to Fire Trace Bottle being removed?’
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Back up to the apartment. I’d not noticed earlier, but the Anticoagulation & Deep Vein Thrombosis Warfarin blood test result was sticking in the letterbox. I saw that the target figure had been altered from 3.5 to 3.0, and the result was almost spot on, and this is for the second week in a row! Which, had prompted the NHS to give me a two-week break without an INR blood test!
I hope that the GUM Clinic can fit me in for the Strangulation Haemorrhoidectomy operation during this time. They will have to do an INR blood Test on me of course before going ahead with any procedures. But I reckon it will be alright. Fingers Crossed!
As I was moving on to get this post started, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived.
Ensconced on the Throne, I did a lot of reading of the ‘Catastrophe’ book relating to the reasons and causes of the First World War. This time, not because of the problems with the evacuation taking too long though.
It was because I’d got to an interesting bit about other nations (Than Germany and Austria) reactions and responses to the now inevitable coming war.
As I stopped reading, I espied many evil Ironclad boll weevil biting beetles, mostly babies, smaller ones this time. They had come from the crack in the waterproofing floor covering, near the door. I collected-up and placed them in a pot, ready for their funeral service.
I had a spray around again with the ‘Raid’ Bug Killer, this time. Hoping and praying it will be as effective as the hard to find on sale Rentokil Flea Killer. This ‘Raid’ brand was a lot cheaper, too, a third of the price of the Rentokil one. So, knocking on wood, here!
Scrubbed-up the hands and pinkies.
I got the mushrooms sliced up and in the crock-pot on a low setting. Added some Balsamic Vinegar to the water.
0640hrs: Back to updating this dairy, got up to here.
0955hrs: Then went to tackle the enormous Thursday diary updating challenge. I got it done a little quicker than I had thought I would. Hope I’ve not missed anything off?
Got the pork steaks in the crock pot with the mushrooms and added pork flavour granules.
Made a brew and then went on to the TFZer Facebooking.
Must get the ablutions done, better late than never. Haha!
The meal turned out to be one of the best for ages.
A 9.46/10 Tate-Rating!
Pork shoulder steaks, vegetarian sausages, pomme frites, tomato, pickled cucumber, and balsamic vinegar seasoned mushrooms. Followed by two little soft pastry lemon cream cakes.
I put the TV on and fell asleep and woke so often, I got confused as to what day it was, was it night or day, am I dead or going bonkers and became so annoyed that I could not stay awake for longer than five minutes. Fehl!
0210hrs: Stirred with an active mind racing away without direction or concentration. Had to wait for it to settle before I tried to escape the £300 shuddering second-hand recliner.
Got shakily up, and decided to do an Evil Boll Weevil black biting beetle assessment patrol. All three rooms had a few live Weevils lurking about.
But, there were many, that had succumbed to the deadly Rentokil Flea Killer Spray! Hahaha!
I bravely collected up the live varmints along with the many dead bodies. Into a tub of bleach, then boiling water on them, and put them down the plug hole.
Sprayed the Rentokil around. I was keeping a can in each of the three rooms (Well it is a large apartment, Hehe!), but they are getting low in content now. So I’ll see the bank manager to get a loan to buy some more.
I remembered today looks like being another busy one for me.
Morrison Delivery 0600>0700hrs.
The Social Hour (Although I’ll have to cut it short to get back for Deana)
Oberscharführeress Warden Deana due to be calling on me at 1100hrs for the yearly Nottingham City Homes investigative interrogation procedure. Haha!
I need to get out to buy some more Rentokil sprays.
The nurse may be calling twixt 1100hrs>1300hrs.
Get to the chemist to purchase Ease-pads for Little Inchies fungal lesion.
Got the Health Checks done and took the morning medications.
Sys back up high again. Made a brew of Extra-Strong Assam tea.
Turned the computer on, Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet was down again!
I worked on CorelDraw while I waited for the just increased again in price Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet to possibly come back on.
It had but kept going off again for a few seconds and minutes here and there. Grumph!
At last, I got the Wednesday post updated and sent off.
Making a start on this diary, and had to divert hastily to the Porcelain Throne.
The evacuation was most satisfactory.
There was no bleeding coming from Harold Haemorrhoids.
I found a few new Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles around the wet room floor, but not many. I think the ratio was, five dead and three alive and biting.
Decided to get the ablutions all bar the showering done.
Back to the computer. Dang and blast! A new Windows Update is coming. Argh! I always seem to have problems when these arrive. I’m not sure that it wasn’t due to the last update that I lost my Personal Dictionary on MS Word?
I consulted my desk notepad, for notes I’d scribbled in a hurry so as not to forget things to put in this diary.
I’d confused myself with the third word down on this list. What a Klutz! Cannot read my own writing!
I did some work on replacing the personal MS word dictionary.
The Morrison delivery arrived.
I got it put away and removed some well-out-of-date stuff from the fridge.
Made up some bags ready to go with me to the chute when I leave to go to the Social 40 minutes.
Readied me and went out on a hobble into Sherwood, to get some Rentokil.
The site looked busy as I left to limp up the gravel hill and through Woodthorpe Park, especially Chestnut Way.
The hill set Anne Gyna off. But this is normal. I pressed on down to Mansfield Road. Taking the time to stop and watch the dogs taking their owners for a walk and game of ball! I made a fuss of a passing dog who reminded me of Tracey’s dog, Bertie!
Over the hill and down towards the Sherwood shops.
I went straight to the Wilko store to get some cans of the Rentokil Flea Killer.
The shelves were bare, with a sign telling me the had sold out but would be restocking ASAP. Grumph! All that pain I had to get up the hill as well – and I had to face the walk back up Winchester Street yet! Double-Grumph! Spit, and Phooey!
I bought some batteries for the radio while I was there.
Down the road and left into Winchester Street, and I took a run at the hill… Only joking!
I struggled up the incline, stopping a few times to let Anne Gyna ease-off a bit. I met a Winchester Court gal on her way down, we had a minute or twos natter, and I gave her a nibble from the bag. A hundred yards further on, I met Caroline from the Private Home, coming down the hill. Another chinwag and gave a pick from the nibble bag. (I had the nibble bag with me because I was going to the Social Hour on my way home)
I got in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Hauptsturmführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents Social shed.
A good crowd of tenants was in today. Put the raffle prizes on the tray. Jenny was in good form. Cyndy did the raffle. They all seemed to be having a good time. I took the nibble bag around. I had to leave early, unfortunately, to get back to the flat ready for Obersturmbannführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana to arrive to interrogate me. Hehe!
As I left, I made the decision to try to catch the next bus to town and try once more to get some of the Rentokil from the big Wilko store.
I got in and shortly afterward, Obersturmbannführeress and Heart-String-Puller, Warden Dean arrived. She went through the confirmative questions, and we soon had the job sorted, managing a laugh or two along the way. Bless her!
Now, I had to hurry to get to the bus stop in time. But I managed it. I had another natter with a gal on the bus.
Straight to the Wilko store, and the display where the Rentokil Sprays were – only there weren’t any there! Treble-Grumph! Spit, and Phooey!
Well miffed again now! I had a hunt around the shelves and found they had two cans of ‘Johnson Raid’ ant and cockroach killer left on the shelves further down. I thought, well this can kill cockroaches, plainly it should see off my tiny Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting Beetles? The sprays were around a third of the price of the Rentokil, so I took the last two available.
I spotted this naughty Nottinghamian Cyclist on Upper Parliament Street. He’d shot across the road, riding between the traffic and bused with high speed, weaved around pedestrians and shot up Trinity Walk. Swine!
I took a hobble along Clinton Street into South Parade and down Exchange Walk, calling in the Marks & Sparks Food Hall. Giving the Big Issue Seller a couple of quid as I entered the shop.
Clinton Street - Moody Photo Effort
Cinton Street - Nottinghamians in the sunshine
Clinton Street - Shoppers & Shoplifters
In the food hall, I spent a bit of cash, mostly on luxuries I could have lived without. Such is the appeal of their foods. Pork Steaks, Pomme Frits, smoked bacon and cobs.
I plodded up to the Slab Square. Where I took this panoramic photographic vision. I was rather pleased with this effort, at least it isn’t as bad as my usual tries at such pictures. A lovely looking sky.
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Another of the nasty Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist near the Victoria Centre also weaved along the footway between pedestrians, without hesitation or slowing down.
How he did not hit the lady walking with her sticks, I don’t know.
Absolute Ignorant Pig!
Made my way to the bus stop and caught the L9 back to the flats. I had yet another decent gossiping session en route, with a gal from my Woodthorpe flats.
The lady let me take her photograph as she entered the new too short ‘Safe Pensioners Pedestrian Lane,’ on Chestnut Way. (I wish I could remember names betterer than I do, Tsk!) I think she fancied one of the workmen over the road. Hehehe!
I got in the flat and had a mega, in length and pain, wee-wee. Haha!
So tired out, I just got on with doing the nosh.
A box of the Pomme Frites, and a ready-made meal I got delivered from Morrisons, a Cumberland Pie. Minced beef in gravy under mash potatoes with a little imitation cheese on the top. I remedied this, by adding tons of grated extra-strong cheddar cheese over it all.
A side dish with cucumber slices, apple slices, a sliced tomato and mushrooms cooked in rich Balsamic vinegar. I had two small wholemeal cobs with it as well. I granted this a 9.2/10 Flavour Rating. I ate the lot of it!
The brain was closing down on me as I became more and more feeling tired out.
Once again, I attempted to watch an A-Team episode on the TV. At least this time I managed to stay awake until the second lot of adverts came on.
0255hrs: I awoke with astonishment this fair morn. As I lay there in the £300 second-hand rickety rattling recliner, I could sense no ailment attentions whatsoever! Pleased-Mode-Adopted!
I glanced up at Koala Katie, who was watching over me from her position on top of the DVDs. I swear she smiled at me when I spoke to her.
Accepting that I was utterly insane, I pressed the button on the remote thingamabob to lower the recliner.
It moved a short way and stopped! The Pleased-Mode I adopted moments earlier, dissolved to be replaced with an ‘I-Should-have-known-better’ mode. What a kesil, I am to have expected things to go right for me. I mean with my record, you’d have thought I would have learned by now! Huh! But it got worse…
Trying to get my legs and more than ample torso over the protruding flap support, I had a bad Dizzy Dennis spell. I ended up on my bottom with one leg sticking on the Ottoman and the other bent underneath my fifteen and bit stone flobby body! I thought I heard a loud disturbing metallic ‘click’ on my way down. I banged both elbows, and the back en route to the carpet as well. Humph! I had the presence of mind (presence of mind? I like that it makes me sound educated, Hehe!), to remain where I was, well, I moved the trapped leg and then stayed in that position, while I assessed the damage.
I knew straight away that Little Inchies lesion was either bleeding or leaking into the PPs. Dennis Dizzy had run off, no doubt feeling ashamed at attacking at the wrong time and his hurting me. Hehehe! I did not consider pressing the Wrist Alarm for aid, as I know my body usually recovers well from falls, trips, walking into things and tumbling off of the steps. Let’s face it; I’ve had enough practice this last couple of months. The odd bruise will no doubt appear, but I think I got away with the calamity rather well.
Of course getting back up from the floor was a risky business in itself. I impressed myself with how quickly I managed to regain my stance and equilibrium.
Since the Doctor took me off of the water tablets (Chlorothiazide they were perhaps?) last year, the Labyrinthitis has affected me more often. I can’t remember why she stopped them, but it must have been for a good reason. Most likely something to do with the Warfarin changes? I’m sorry I started writing this, cause I’d got myself all mind-muddled, now. Humph!
No cleaning up or sorting out yet, off to the wet room to investigate the fungal lesion. Some good, yet embarrassing results. It was not bleeding, but the bladder had had its own little Whoopsiedangleplop and had oozed a bit. I expect I banged the bladder against something during my departure from the recliner?
Had a clean-up and returned to the recliner room. The place didn’t half look like a hand grenade had gone off! I decided not to clean anything up yet, just moved things to a safer location. I did this, cause I know I had plans to clean the room up after I’d got the diaries updated anyway. So, I’ll sort it all out then, hopefully before the nurse arrives.
The lower back was aching a bit, but not seriously. Both elbows hurt but they were getting less so all the time. I decided to make a brew and do the Health Checks.
Nearer to normality was being approached according to some of the resulting readings.
I was glad that the weight had gone down a little.
I took an extra Omeprazole and Codeine 30 mg. I shan’t be taking any more extra Codeine because it has side-effects that include dizziness, but it does help with any pains.
Back to the wet room, to use the Porcelain Throne. As I was getting seated, the lower back stung a bit. I’ll have to put up with it or try some Paracetomal if it doesn’t ease off soon. I had a read of the book, an exciting chapter about Sultan Mehmed V of the Ottoman Empire and Tsar Ferdinand Ist of Bulgaria.
The evacuation was very satisfying, even if a bit aromal. Having calmed down a bit now, I noticed a lot of the Evil Ironclad boll weevil biting beetles around the wet room floor. I chose to go on a search and seek mission with the Rentokil Flea Spray in hand.
Prisoners captured in the wet room
Prisoners taken in the spare room
I think that 50% of the weevils were dead. So I sprayed around with the Rentokil spray in the nooks and crannies again.
Got on the computer to finish off and post the Tuesday Diaries. The Liberty-Global Virgin Media, who have just increased my fees for their unreliable pathetic internet service, went all stop-start and slow again. Fancy that!
I went on the WordPress Reader section and then the TFZer Facebooking. But could not get things done as the service was so slow, so I gave up.
Put the kettle on again.
Then went to the wet room for a long, painful wee-wee.
I collected some live Evil Ironclad boll weevil biting beetles from various placed on the floor. Put them in the sink to rinse em down the plug-hole, and four of the five that I thought were dead, made a dash for freedom. You can’t blame them! Hehe!
Into the spare room on a weevil inspection. I didn’t see any new ones.
But I took two photographs out of the window. One upwards, and one down to the car block. A chap was taking stuff in and out of his rental mini-warehouse come garage, I think. A Nottinghamian entrepreneur!
I made a brew of tea and made a start on this blog.
Got caught up with it to here.
Then decided to get the cleaning up done.
Oh, and do a Rentokil Flea spray around as I go along.
Back in a bit, I hope.
I’d just about knocked myself-up by the time I’d got the titivating-up done.
I checked the electrics, to make sure that no misshaps had taken place when I cleaned the power sockets and plugs.
The workmen had been putting the wooden flooring in the balcony.
The rain that leaked, well, poured in earlier was still everywhere. Looks like slated wood.
Having sprayed the Rentokil Flea Killer Spray on the carpet in the kitchen (This is an old carpet I am keeping in the kitchen to spray onto daily, in my efforts to free my Nottingham City Homes little apartment, of the weevils), and in nooks and crannies.
Then the same spraying on the wet room floor, then the spare room. I found that all three of the aerosols were nearing empty.
I’ll try to get some more soon as I can get out.
A costly procedure, but it has to be done.
The back, knees and Anne Gyna were all giving me bother by the time I’d got around to doing the front room.
I finished as much as I was physically capable of doing in the cleaning up department.
I got myself off to see if either Warden Obersturmbannführeress Deana or Unterscharführeress Julie were in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, WC, Willmott-Dixon worker Del-Boy’s breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents porta-cabin. I forgot to take the camera with me. Tsk!
I arrived, a lady was doing some charity needlework and informed me that the wardens were on another site and would not be back until later. I explained that it is not essential, I’d called to tell Obersturmbannführeress Deana that if it was better for her, I was now free (No nurse calling today) and if she preferred, she could do the yearly interview-interrogation updating now, instead of tomorrow morning. The lady accepted a nibble from my bag, and I hobbled back to the flat. Meeting Obersturmbannführeress Deana and Unterscharführeress Julie as they were walking from their vehicle to the shed. I explained the situation. The verbal inquisition will be done in the morning, after the Social Hour.
Back to the apartment.
I stripped off and had a rinse.
About to settle down for a rest, and realised how cold it was. I had to turn on the radiator again, and put some night attire on.
Sat down and put the TV on, to scan for which if any, programmes I wanted to try and fail to stay awake to watch. Hehe!.
Argh! I had an itch on the back of my shoulder and head at the same time…
I picked off two of the Evil Ironclad boll weevil biting beetles! Eurgh!
Got the fodder prepared and eaten.
Smoked bacon sarnies with thick sliced wholemeal bread, a few pickled cucumber slices, cheese pastie and an apple.
The clementine juice was for some reason, a lot tastier than last nights?
There were two episodes of The A-Team I intended to watch. Of course, I fell asleep during the first set of commercials!
