Tuesday 11th September 2018

Icelandic: Þriðjudagur 11 September 2018

0210hrs: I stirred into a semiconscious state, my vivification retaining memories of an idiosyncratic dream I’d been having. I reached for the pen and notepad; by the time I’d picked them up, the recollections had gone entirely from my feeble mind. I knew actual events were stored into the grey cells seconds earlier, yet all details had now dissipated into the ether… Doesn’t it get to you when this happens! Humph!

But, it is due to start at 1100hrs; which will mean I won’t make it back in time. Always something medical appointment wise to cock things up with other matters that need doing. Something else that gets to me!

A gentle rumbling of the innards convinced me to visit the Porcelain Throne. I got settled on the Throne, and although it felt like movements were due, no signs of any evacuational activities presented themselves.

Just the one Evil Ironclad black boll weevil biting beetles was spotted, he was swimming in the sink with the soaking cleaning cloths.

Then, to the kitchen, where I found a few of the danged weevils on the floor.

I dropped them in the old basin of water and bleach, about half of them were dead, the others enjoyed a swim about, the odd one escaping back to freedom!

I think there is a possibility that the Rentokil Flea Killer spray may have worked overnight? I gave under the cabinets another shower. 

I gave the spaces between the cupboards and underneath the fridge a long spray of the Rentokil Flea Killer Spray.

Getting very expensive this is! I might send an email to the Chancellor of the Exchequer Hammond, to see if he can help me out financially. Reports claim Hammond is the second richest serving MP with an estimated fortune of £8.2million. While he earns only £138,565 from his Government job, his wealth comes from the housing developer Castlemead which he and pal Tony Gregson set up in 1984. I’ll not mention the hidden back-handers or his expense claims – just in case he does slip me a few hundred so that I can afford to keep buying the Rentokil Flea Killer.

Got the Health Checks done and took the medications. I was pleased with the weight being down a tiny bit.

On the computer to sort the photos on CorelDraw and then start the updating of yesterday’s blog.

Naturally, the Liberty-Global Virgin Internet kept freezing and going slow. Nudniks!

A call back to the Porcelain Throne, which proved to be a genuine one this time, was responded to.

A long, slow evacuation followed. But not bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids to bother me.

I gathered many Evil Ironclad black boll weevil biting beetles from the wet room after the session.

Although it does not show clearly in the photograph on the right, I’m sure I saw some of the weevils/beetles having grown or growing wings?

Are they Alien insects? Are they alchemising after they realised that the Flea Killer is affecting them? Will they call on reinforcements from Planet Gog? Hehe!

Eventually, I got the post finished and sent off to WordPress. Then started on today’s diary.

To the TFZer Facebooking next.

The ablutions were completed without my having a shower (Too early to use cause of the noise it makes).

Rain, through the kitchen window

Made up the eight rubbish bags and took them to the rubbish chute.

I realised when I returned to the kitchen, it had and was belting down with rain outside.

(I’m quick yer know. Hehe!)

Well, I thought. Fancy that.

And me having to go out to the Continental food shop, a blood test at the surgery, and get some Flea Killer spray, if I can, and to the chemist for the prescriptions as well.

What an utter Schlimazel!

I went to have a look out through the spare room window, and check the place for any evil Ironclad black boll weevil biting beetles lurking about. A few on the window ledge but not many. I must get to Wilko in Sherwood today, and hope that they sell the Rentokill Flea Killer spray, and get some to use against the flaming tough little critters.

Faith and hope destroyingly, I saw that the roof and windows of the new terrace had rainwater pouring through into the balcony pod. Oy-Yoy-Yoy!

I made sure the brolly was in the bag, got the recyclable sack, and set off down in the lift.

I got down without seeing anyone, and out of the foyer to the recyclable bin with the bag, and place my washed empty pickled cucumber jar in the box.

By Gawd, there was a load of alcoholic spirit bottle in there this morning. Indeed, not enough room left spare for the empties over the next two days from the inebriate imbibing Senior Citizens to use, as the bin men do not empty it until Thursday. Jealous? Me? Hehe!

The Willmott-Dixon boss and the subcontractors were out in the rain working away.

I offered them a “Good Morning.”

I made my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Sturmscharführeress 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. Sturmscharführeresses Julie and Deana were in the office. Jenny, and three other tenants and a Nottingham City Homes couple For the meeting later, I assumed, were in the place. Handed out the nibbles. Had a pleasant chinwag with Jenny and Doreen.

I met Caroline with another lady, coming up the road from the end home on the way down the hill, and we exchanged pleasantries.

A few minutes later the rain started to get heavier again. I got the new umbrella out and up. It is smaller than the other one but copes so much better with the wind.

I got down to the main road and made my way up to the Continental Food Store. I called in and got a packet, well, two packs of the lemon cream filled soft pasties. Well, I’ve become addicted to them!

Despite the rain, as I wandered up the Mansfield Road hill towards Carrington, my unhampered by logicality brain also sauntered off and pondered over our Government. It decided: We are Governed by Millionocracy. Rapacious billionaires, mercenary millionaires, acquisitive tycoons, Mammonish moguls, money-grabbing magnates… and everyone a plutomaniac! The brain then returned to its more familiar passive-yonderly Mode.

The traffic was building up now. The vehicle horns were honking more often.

As I neared the top of the hill, this delinquent Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came from behind me and made me jump with surprise.

As I followed him, I rather hoped that I might find his body spread-eagled on the pavement, mangled up with a cut-open head and broken limbs from the falling off his bike and bleeding profusely. But no such luck. Tsk!

I hobbled on down to the surgery and was well-soaked by the time I got inside. I put the brolly down and in a carrier bag, and went on to log on with the newish receptionist. Bless her she saw me and said to me, in a kind voice: “I’ve got you, Mr Chamberlain, please take a seat.” I didn’t realise I’d changed my name, though. Hehe!

I got the slightly damp crossword book from the bag and had a bit of a successful bash at the puzzle. Smug Mode Adopted.

All my worries were soon temporarily forgotten; when Nurse Nichole came to collect me, telling me off mockingly, for concentrating on the crosswords and not hearing her call me. But she can do anything and say anything she likes to me. If I was twenty-five years younger… (To Self) No, point in dreaming Inchcock, you foolish Klutz!

She soon got my blood taken, and because she had a job to stop it bleeding, we managed a little nattering session which I enjoyed no-end. I gave her some nibbles, thanked her and handed the receptionists some goodies on the way out.

The rain had eased off, and I went to Carrington Pharmacy and collected my prescriptions. Gave the staff pack of the Lemon cakes as a treat and thank-you. The boss asked if I wanted to book my flu-jab with them. But I told him I’d already got an appointment with the doctor.

Out to the bus stop and caught a bus to Sherwood. As I alighted the vehicle, the rain was torrenting down. No chances of any photographicalisationing in this weather.

I got across the road and into the Wilko shop. Found they had some of the Rentokil Spray, and I bought two of them, along with a bait trap. Paid the lady and made my way to the bus stop at the top of the hill. Two lovely old dears from the flats were waiting, and we had a chinwag about this, that and everything, while we waited.

Back at the flats, we hobbled together back to the apartments, and I rushed to my apartment for a wee-wee, just in time!

I found many of the Evil Ironclad black boll weevil biting beetles in the kitchen, around the areas that I’d sprayed earlier. I put them in the bowl and threw them down the sinkhole after spraying them with antiseptic disinfectant.

About half of them were dead already.

So I sprayed around again in that room and the WC.

Then I got the prescription medications into the proper allotted drawer.

I set about updating this blog for a few hours, and then the mobile phone burst into life.

Got to it in time. It was the surgery. The lady said she had to alter my appointment for the Flu-Jab. IT was for 0900hrs on Tuesday 16th October. Now it must be on Wednesday the 26th of September! I begged for an early time, explaining that even today’s blood test time of 1000hrs was late for me. The best she could manage was 1010hrs. I was well miffed about this! And, really wee’d off at having turned down the Chemists offer, where I am sure I could have got an earlier time, and on a Tuesday. Which is potentially much better for me, because I might get a call or email from them with short notice as I am on stand-by for a cancellation so I can get the strangulation operation done. I know that Mr, I’ve forgotten his name… Bruescque? Attends Nottingham on Wednesdays… Oh, I’m all uptight now. Grumph!

Just when things seem to not going so bad, life twists the knife in.

I carried on up to here and got the oven on for the chips for the meal.

Had a bash at the WordPress Reader section. Then, some Facebooking, but the Virgin internet was so slow again.

Got the nosh sorted out.

Not one of my best efforts. The parsnips didn’t have enough glazing on them, the chips (Fries) were tasteless, the apple too soft, and the small potatoes boiled with way too much balsamic vinegar seasoning! I left a lot of the meal, binned many bits (Parsnips, chips, apple and half of the small potatoes) as I nibbled along.

On the plus side, the pickled cucumber and pork knuckle with seasoning and herbs were almost perfect! With very little oleogustus content, the pork knuckle really was one of the best I’ve ever bought.

I fell asleep with the tray laying on the chair.

Sunday 9th September 2018

Finnish: Sunnuntaina 9 Syyskuuta 2018

0140hrs: I stirred into pretend life, with a tightness and stinging in the stomach. Not rumbling or grumbling, just painful, but not overbearing.

Slowly some thoughts, or instead bits of memories, stirred of a dream I’d been having. I was in a dessert, sat on a bench, I think I was waiting for a bus? I got excited when an Arab on a camel appeared in the distance coming toward me. A day later he got to me. He was a postman, and gave me a letter, which was a bill for 50,000 (or some such massive figure) Oxo cubes? He said the bus would be along in a few months. “I’ll be dead by then,” I said to him, adding, “Can’t you help me please?” He took out a large heavy sword and chopped off my head in one swipe. Some things happened I cannot recall, but later I was sat on the same bench, but it was as if it was on a giant iceberg. Can’t remember details from here, but I ended up on a canal with frothing water, in a rowing boat with a hole in it? Ah, well!

Like an automaton, I escaped the £300 second-hand recliner, with nocive attentions from Hippy Hilda and Duodenal Donald making my progress slow. Donald suddenly in a right nasty mood with me.

Into the kitchen to make a brew of tea, and while the kettle boiled, I emptied the waste bins and sealed the used sacks, then replaced the black bags.

In one of the bins, the Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles numbering ten or so were at the bottom.

They were clinging on as I upturned the bin to shake them out into the empty sink.

By the time I got to making the mug of tea, my desire had gone, and I did not bother making one.

Things seemed a little unreal now.

• Me remembering bits of a dream – rare!
• Me not wanting a drink of tea – remarkable!
• Me up and about for ten minutes and not needing the Porcelain Throne – worrying!
  

I took the medications and got the Health Checks done.

Chuffing ‘eck! The Sys is very high. Hey-ho!

Then, the late call to the Porcelain Throne arrived.

To the wet room, deposited my rear-end on the porcelain, and waited… and waited for some movement. Not that I was complaining, I managed to read of some unknown to me, causes that instigated the First World War. And there were many convoluted reasons. Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany, Kaiser and King Franz Joseph of Austria-Hungary; Sultan Mehmed V of the Ottoman Empire, and Tsar Ferdinand I of Bulgaria, sure were in a pickle of varying sorts and degrees.

When the ‘action’ started, it was quick and caught me off-guard. Talk about massive! How something inside did not split open, I don’t know. But, there was no bleeding from Harold’s haemorrhoids afterwards, so that was a good thing. I think I blamed the Aldi Frikadellens again for this.

I did make another mug of tea and took it to the computer with me, and started to finish off yesterdays Inchcock. But, it went cold. When I realised this, I began to worry about myself. Hahaha!

Made a start on this blog and got up to here.

I made another cuppa. It was as if it was a drug that I had to take, from habit perhaps?

While in the kitchen, I decided to sort the medicationalistical tablet and capsule dosage pots for next week.

Went on the WordPress Reader section.

Notifications, a couple of comments replied to.

I’d let this mug of tea get cold too? What a Chamoole, Tsk! Got the potatoes in the crock-pot.

I spent a while adding to my personal dictionary. It is taking ages and costing me so much time to get it made back up. How I lost it is still a mystery, but I had just had MS windows update come through?

Two-and-a-half hours later, I gave up on the word saving. Dysbulia had affected me. Hehe!

I went on CorelDraw to make a collective graphic for the TFZer site. It took a while.

I went into the kitchen to check the potatoes, in the crock-pot and get the oven stuff ready for the ribs later.

The very second I started to unroll the foil to put in the oven tray… The hands and fingers froze-up! Gnash! Blooming amazing!

I haven’t had any freeze-ups for over a week now – and it has to come just at the wrong time, doesn’t it! I’m getting carnaptious now, and peed-off a tad with life’s twisted fortunes!

At times I find life to be full of Catastrophes, accidents, frustrations, crashes, declines, defeats, deficiencies… but still, it’s been like this for ages, so I should be used to it really. Hehe!

I set about doing a TFZer series of graphics. I’m calling it, The TFZer Models, Catwalkers, Sirens and Pulchritudinous Personages. 

Five-hours later, I got them finished. Phew! I shan’t put any names on here. I’ll post them all to the TFZ site in a bit so they can get first look at them. There are only a few here, I managed to do twenty of them in all. I do hope they like them.

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The dang internet kept going slow again, most exasperating.

Off to make a celebratory mug of tea, I’d forgotten about the potatoes. They were very well done.

So, I turned them off. Humph!

I’ll get the graphics sent off now. Providing off-course, the Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet is working and not too slow.

Got the nosh on again.

A Taste Rating of 8.8/10 given for this meal.

I must have been overtired with all the concentration on doing so much computer word and graphicalisationing. Cause tired as I was, I repeatedly nodded-off and woke within minutes. I seemed unable to get to stay asleep.

In the end, managed about three hours unbroken slumber. And somehow or other, I awake full of zest… well, no, maybe that’s not the right word. Erm… Fighting-git! No! Feeling perky… No! Well, feeling okay, then. Hehe!

TTFN each.

Friday 7th September

Icelandic: Föstudagur 7 September

0125hrs: The instant I woke, I felt fit and active in brain and body? (Worrying innit?)

Needing a wee-wee (Too much fresh clementine juice last night?), I hastened to the wet room. No Accifauxpa or Whoopsiedangleplops on the way either. ( Haughty, pompous mode adopted!)

A somewhat strained, uncomfortable evacuation later, I went and got the Health Checks completed. What a change again! Every reading was up on yesterday!

Got the kettle on for a mug of tea, just got it poured out, and the Porcelain Throne summoned my attention. Back to the wet room. No time for reading the book today either, another wind-splurt and done routine. Had a wash and a search for any of the Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad biting beetles. Only one spotted?

Back to the kitchen. Again, only one weevil spotted in there too? This lack of Ironclads has left me a little ferdrayt.

I made a start on updating the Thursday Diary… and… Bet you guessed it?

The dang internet went down again! Argh!

I pottered about, sorting a cupboard out for a while.

When I returned to try again, the net was working, but oh, so slowly. Grumph!

Got the post finished at a struggle. Then went on TFZer Facebooking. But had to give up, when things started to stick and go funny on me.

Made another brew and made a start on this blog. Incidentally, I am now typing glob in error for a blog. Just thought I’d mention it, like.

Got up to here on it, and decided I’d get the teeth and shaving done, then back to the computer. And at 0800hrs, I could use the shower without disturbing the neighbours.

Back in a bit, I hope.

Collated the rubbish bags and tied them up to take them to the chute on the way down to the foyer on my way out.

What was it was saying about the Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad biting beetles… Only one spotted? Tsk!

Showered and got all ready and done.

Out into the street, and hobbled along Chestnut Way.

It looked at first like a bit of the kerfuffle at the end of the road. But it wasn’t, a lorry was being unloaded, or loaded up. I imagine they are doing it early in the day before it gets busy and the buses start running?

The plates-of-meat and Hippy Hilda were soon in a bad mood with me. Especially the poor feet and toes. Blimey, I’d only gone a few hundred yards.

Ah-well, a good walk is needed!

I ambled along, no need for any rushing about, nothing today is timed or pre-arranged, and it is early yet.

As I turned down Winchester Street, Caroline from the Care Home was coming up. We had a natter, and I gave her a choice of nibbles from the bag.

She is losing weight, and the Doctors need her to gain it – I am the opposite. We had a good laugh anyway, between us.

The suddenly came out strongly as I plodded down the hill. I turned to take this photograph on the right. In hopes that it might turn out to be a moody picture.

Looking at now, I realise it didn’t come out as I had hoped it would. Another unsuccessful effort. I’m getting gooderer at doing these lately. Haha!

I found myself in pain with the plates, yet walking faster than I can usually hobble? And, there was no rush? It was inexplicable to me too.

Up the hill and down into Carrington.

As I had just took this picture of the traffic on Mansfield Road, and the white car ran into the back of the van.

Arrived at the Sherrington Park Medical Practice, and bravely approached the receptionist. Another new one!

I asked to confirm my appointment for the Warfarin blood test this week. She wrote it down for me; Tuesday 11th September at… 10.07hrs. A bit precise I thought?

I then told her of my trouble in getting the used Enoxaparin needles disposed of safely. I explained that I’d called Carrington Chemist and the lady told they do not accept them. So then called at Boots in Bulwell, and they said they don’t do this service, I was to try the branch in Sherwood. Which I did, and was told they don’t so this service either, I must take them to my Doctors surgery. I then called at Lloyds Chemist and was apprised that they don’t accept them either. I visited the other chemist in Sherwood and got a negative from them too, they also told me to return them to my Doctors. So, here I am… “Just a moment…” she consulted with the other receptionist a minute, returned to me and said, “No, we don’t take them!” Nonplussed again!

I unwillingly thanked them for their help and left to call into the Carrington Chemist, to once more to see if they would take my used Enoxaparin needles and dispose of them correctly and safely for me. This resulted in the staff and pharmacist having a heads-together powwow. I didn’t need my EQ to know that they were not keen on the idea. In the end, the girl returned and said… ‘Yes!” Bring them in when you collect your prescription!” Well, that was no bother! Hahaha!

Outside and continued my marathonesque hobble towards town.

A Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was not keen on my photographing him. Well, I was not to keen on being hit by a cyclist on the pedestrian footpath! Git! (At least he didn’t hit me with his bike or knuckles) Fair enough, the traffic was busy.

But that does not warrant his belting by, close to people.

By Gawd, the plates-of-meat were getting bad now, and this slowed me down no end, not that going slow is any problem for me. Haha!

The sky suddenly went dark. I don’t know why cause it brightened up seconds later?

As I approached the traffic island junction, near the college, the old brain started to reminisce about days long gone. I mused over the night lessons I went to at the college in the 1960’s, to take the Grocers Institute Exams for Elementary, Primary, then Advanced courses. We had to demonstrate we could, bone and slice bacon. Identify various cheesed without tasting them, even tell cooking fat from lard. Package teas, dried fruits, sugar, flour, biscuits etc. Cut tub butter and pack properly, know the origin of certain teas… all that sort of stuff, that is so useless to me now! Hehehe!

Got a bit of a shock when I got to the traffic island.

I saw a police car! Honestly! But, during the whole day out, I didn’t see any actual policemen at all in town or on the way there or back!

I got up passed the Rock Cemetary, down the other side and veered off into Huntingdon Street and limped down, feet now in almost agony.

Then, the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist in this photograph, came within inches of hitting me, coming from the back, he swerved in front of me as he avoided the chap in front, and was off in a flash.  But, of course, it didn’t bother me!

. And blow & bother they had some of the hoisin pork ribs on sale! Unfortunately, I had enough fodder in stock, so resisted getting any. I got some biscuits for the nibble box, a pint of milk, some small potatoes, to oven bake rolls and Frikadellens. I didn’t really need them either, I am a fool!

I paid the chap on the till and made my way across Huntingdon Street and through the Victoria Centre and around to the Regent Street (I think it was) Clinic.

There is not a lot I don’t mind telling about (Too much some people tell me), but I prefer not go into detail over what took place at the examination. Suffice to say I came out feeling relieved it was over, after the quisquose procedure, feeling a tad embarrassed. But, it had to be done. I should hear the results in about a week they said.

I had a wander around the streets of the City Centre, knowing I had plenty of time before the L9 bus was due.

I’m afraid I spent too much time window-shopping and got to Queen Street too late for the L9 bus.

So, I got on the 40 route bus. Which was pretty brave of me, actually. Cause I know it is uncomfortable in the extreme, and always busy, packed with Nottinghamians. Haha!

It was too. Had to use a side-saddle seat. And the bloke in the disabled seating next to it trod on my right toes… Twice!

Eventually, I made it back to the flats in one piece.

Mayhem abounded with the traffic and the same lorry, I think it was as there this morning? No, I’m wrong again, this is another lorry. Sorry.

Had a laugh with the lad in shorts as I passed him by, mounted the non-existent sidewalk, around the back of the lorry. I’ve nicknamed him ‘DelBoy’. Hahaha!

Got in and had a wee-wee.

Put the nibbles in the box ready, and purchases away.

Did the Health Checks and got on with updating this blog.

Three hours later, I got the meal sorted out, which took about 45 minutes overall.

Got the meal served up at last.

A reet-feast of meat tonight. The pork ribs (Frozen ones I bought from Iceland) this time was tasty. I had to use the bacon up, cause it was a couple of days past its sell-by date. (Honestly!)

A 9.42/10 Flavour Rating for this one.

Then, did the Health Checks and into the £300 second-hand rickety noisy recliner. This time, although the TV was one, I drifted off within minutes. Ah, nice!

Thursday 6th September 2018

Kurdish (Kurmanji): Pêncşemê 6ê îlona 20108

0038hrs: I awoke, and automaton-like, I went for a wee-wee. Nae bothers, getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner. No signs of any Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles in the wet room.

Took the washing down to the laundry room and got it going.

None of the other three machines was in use.

I nipped outside to take a shot of the metal-maze outside the foyer door.

Back up to the mini-apartment, and got the Health Checks done.

The sphygmomanometer took three attempts before it worked. I wonder if it’s getting time to buy a new one?

Sys and Dia were down a bit, which I thought was a beneficial thing, pulse up a tad and the weight the same as yesterday… which was still too high. (Shame Mode Adopted).

Took the medications with some spring water, and set about making a small mug of tea.

Got the Computer on…

0150hrs: Down to move clothes from was washing machine to the dryer.

Gnash! Some scoundrel had been down and used both dryers and no washer! The naughty person, using both dryers and no washer and seeing that I had stuff in the washing machine, and knew that they should not do this!

This meant I had 40 minutes to wait to get one myself! Nipped up to add this comment to the diary, then went down to await the guilty culprit to remove their togs so I could dry my gear. Grr!

The lady appeared, all calm and not bothered about what she’d done to me. Ah-well!

Got the dryer going, had a natter with her and gently mentioned about her transgression of the house rules. I don’t think it will make any difference.

She collected her bits from the second dryer that I had taken out and folded for her.

Back up to the flat again, and set the timer to remind me to retrieve the washing later when the machine had done its job.

Time to go down again and collect the clothing.

I’m sure that the dressing gown is getting bigger each time I wash it? Hehe!

One of the long-sleeved shirts I bought from the Sports Direct shop and worn for the first time, now has a hole in the middle of the front of it, that looks like it has been frayed? I dumped it in the bin.

I mentioned about someone using the waste chute at 0625hrs the other morning, although it didn’t bother me cause I was up and on the computer, but, the rules are not to drop anything down until 0800hrs.

Well, as I suggested might have been the case, a tenant was woken up by the noise and had written a note for the offender on the notice board. Good for them!

Home again, I put the clothing away and made a mug of tea. Then on to the computer, now working, but slowly, again.

Caught up to here on this blog, and then updated yesterday’s waffle. Trying to post the notification off on Google Email, and guess what?

Back on again.

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global, the largest international TV and broadband company in the world. Who has to survive on a pittance of only a  $111.9 million salary. And still cannot manage to supply those who pay his company more and more for a crap, pathetic service. Cheers mate! May you fester with carbuncles and catch the Coxsackie Virus.

Went on CorelDraw to do some graphics for diary page tops.

Tended to the ablutionalisational activities next.

0800hrs: Then I took the six black bags of rubbish to the waste chute.

Sorted out the nibbles and prizes for the Social Hour – Yes, its back on again now!

Back on CorelDraw, until the food delivery arrives.

The fodder arrived, got it stored away and put some with the raffle prizes and nibble box.

Took a bag for the recycling collection on the way out. Half-way along Chestnut Way, and realised I had not got my camera with me. Huh!

The door into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, 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 residents hut near the door was closed off for the Willmott-Dixon sub-contractors to be able to carry on digging for the electricity supply cable. No photo, of course, Grumph!

I went in through the far end door. A lot of folks in there early today. Having missed a couple of meetings due to circumstances beyond our control, the clan seemed to be really enjoying it this morning.

I was so pleased to hand Jenny a  loaf and some Lemon Cream Cakes for her and Frank, and thank Jen for the Scottish Shorties biscuits she got for me.

Put the raffle prizes on the trolley. BJ was there, helping out with the raffle distribution. Cyndy and Margaret were in good form. I walked around rather than sat down, cause I could tell the fungal lesion was haemorrhaging.

Handed round the nibble-box, and had the odd chinwag.

Cyndy gave Jenny some chocolates and flowers in thanks for all her efforts on our behalf.

Then, I felt the PPs filling up, and had to leave early to get back to sort things out.

As it turned out, the bleeding was not too severe, but with it repeatedly leaking, some congealment meant, when I got in the apartment, I had a difficult time cleaning things up and medicating again.

I got caught up to here on this blog and decided to go to the chemist to see if I could buy some alternative to the Daktacort cream.

As I checked the taps were off, oven off, crock-pot off, no lights left on and so on, I spotted the first of the Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles of the day, on the kitchen floor.

I thought every one of the weevils was dead, and wet my finger to pick them up and threw them in the small washing bowl which was in the sink, full of hot water and caustic soda. The dang varmint critters started swimming!

I had a few laughs with Mo and another lady. As I got out of the lobby, I saw this helmet left on a bollard, and thought, by gum, the Willmott-Dixon lads are working so hard they’ve shrunk! Haha!

Back in a bit folks. TTFN.

I hobbled along Chestnut Walk, though the life-threatening conglomeration of barriers, no footpaths and plant vehicles and cars intimidatingly lurking about.

A little drizzle was in the air.

It wasn’t cold at all, and the rain soon gave up falling.

I limped down the Winchester Street Hill.

A bit of a vehicular kerfuffle at the junction lights with Mansfield Road, caused by a dodgily parked lorry.

Turned left to Boots to see if they had anything like Daktocort Cream over the counter. Nope! So then I asked them if they could take the used hypodermic needles from me and dispense them safely for me.

The look I got back; that said to me: “Are you an idiot, how dare you, Dummkopf!” Followed with: “No! You must take them to your Doctor!” I left like giving a Nazi salute and saying “Ja, Mein Obergruppenführer!” and clicking my heels together! Tsk! I left feeling apathetic rather than insulted or annoyed.

Got to the Continental Food Store and searched for some of the lemon flavoured soft pastry slices with cream. Luckily they had some, so I got two packets, along with a turnip, Worcester apples, a tomato and a small loaf of bread.

Then ambled up the hill and called in the Wilko Store. Got some of their Yim-Lang (or whatever it is) scented fabric softener. Flipping thing had gone up in price.

Went to the Co-op store for a look around, as I had plenty of time before the number 40 bus was due. Didn’t buy anything.

Got up to the bus stop.

Hen and Penny were in the shelter. Lovely gals, I enjoyed listening to them talking between themselves and having a right good laugh.

Up the hill for two stops, and we all alighted and walked to the flats.

AS we turned the corner onto Chestnut Way, I spotted that Woodthorpe Court was having its new sign erected.

Well, partially anyway. The window lads came down on their hoist.

I zoomed in to take a closer look.

Hen and Penny had shot off ahead by the time I got the camera put away in my pocket.

They stopped to natter to a fellow tenant. Thus, I was able to catch up with the pair of treasures.

For a moment, the raindrops fell then stopped within seconds of starting.

We got in the lift, Penny got off first. Hen and I bade her well and cheerio.

Up to my floor and I alighted, bidding Hen farewell and good luck.

A short-sharp wee-wee, first job.

Got the kettle on to make a brew, and turned the oven up, ready for the seasoned potato slices to go in later.

Computer woke-up, and updated this page.

Nosh finished cooking and got served-up.

The Worcest apple’s flesh turned brown the moment I sliced them. But the bitterish-sharp taste of this variety made a nice change.

The potatoes I overcooked to perfection. (if that makes sense, this is how I love them, slightly burnt!)

The tomatoes were just a tad bitter, but acceptable to me. The pickled cucumber slices were hotter than I expected. I must remember to eat fewer in future noshes.

The continental bread Turkey meat bacon sandwiches were fabulous and wonderfully tasty! Overall, a 9.2/10 rating was given for this effort.

To the kitchen to get the Health Checks done,  and do the pots.

It was raining a bit, and I saw that the wonderfully artistic display of modern art that had accrued on the outside of the plastic covering, had lost even more pieces of mud, sand and bird-poo etc.

Puzzling?

Into the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, where the regular concatenation of evening events did not materialise, (i.e. nodding-off-waking-nodding-off). Instead, thoughts, mostly from Memory Lane’s interminable catalogue of failures, frustrations and embarrassments, exasperated me by marauding around in the grey-cells box for hours and hours. Leaving me with precious little memories of .what I was pretending to watch on the Goggle-box!

It was almost outré, laying there with the brain doing what it wanted to, and that was wallowing in my inadequacies, failures and might-have-beens. Tsk!

Wednesday 5th September 2018

Scots Gaelic: Diciadain 5 Sultain 2018

0305hrs: At least there was no signs of somnambulationalisationing, or nocturnal nibbling having taken place last night.

No time to study my ailments or mindset, though. Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding, the wet and warmth emanating from the PPs let me know that. Humph!

While having the usual morning scrimmage to free myself from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, I comprehended the need for the Porcelain Throne was fast approaching. Just as well I was on my way to the wet room, then. The evacuation logically had first demand. Sloppy, smelly and all over in seconds. Disappointing! Cleansed certain quarters, then began to bathe the lesion and get it medicated. I can tell that a bit of teeth-gritting, was called for! Humph!

As the pain and brain cleared, I discovered, much to my delight, I could not see a single Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetle, anywhere in the wet room! I was staggered! A close-up inspection revealed the WC, sink with the cloths soaking overnight, and the floor was all bug-free!

I was non-plussed by the weevils absence. It was a very quisquose turn up for the books and eye-opener for me.

I went to weigh myself in the spare room. I lost my balance getting onto the scale, it weighed less on the second try. Haha!

Only two or three Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles in there, and I had searched to find them?

Got the Health Checks tended to. The old Sys was up again, although I forget if this is good or bad.

Got the medications taken, along with an extra Dia-Limit capsule. I also cut down on the painkillers as I was feeling reasonably good about the ailments giving me a good rest, just like yesterday? Hope I don’t regret this later.

Made a brew of tea and got on the computer. Not that I stood on it like, Hehehe!

What a farce. The signal was so weak and intermittent, with many few-seconds worth of freezing. Talk about hard work! I reckon it must have taken me three hours to get the Tuesday diary updated and finished.

I went on CorelDraw while Virgin Media was down. I got to update a graphic I did of Duncan Robertson that I’ve been hoping to get around to, I swapped the original picture and used it as a page header for today. Hope he likes it.

The Liberty Global Media internet was still running so slowly.

I made another mug of tea.

Noticing that temperature and humidity were both high on the monitoring thingamabob.

I took the tea then had a chat with Koala Katie.

I always thing of her Mother (Marie) in Australia, who donated her to me. A most wonderful gesture that made fall in love with her. ♥

The same with American Lyzzi each time I eat of off the plates she sent to me. ♥

I suddenly cheered up, knowing folk so far away care for me. The damned Virgin Media Internet, I am not going to allow to get me down! I’m determined!

Got a phone call from Hauptsturmführeress Warden Julie. She gave me an email address to send photographs of the Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles to, to get them identified for sure. That was good.

I think they are Perapion punctinasum Weevils.

Eventually, the internet service (Service? The things I come out with!), became stronger, but still slow. So I made a start on this blog.

I went to take a photo, and could I find my SD card? No! I did find it eventually, after losing even more time searching… it was in the Lumix camera all the time?

What an absolutely disheartening thing. Just on the day when I have no medical appointments as well, so theoretically should be able to get a lot of computer work catching up done. But, no, am I unlucky or what!

I pressed on with the blog anyway, getting more and more agitated as I did.

I spent an hour or two trying to get the personal dictionary added to. Time-consuming and best not done when trying to rush!

Back to updating this post. Time I was getting my nosh sorted really, or else I’ll soon be nodding of in the chair. Humph!

I got the last of the 99% bone Chinese style spare ribs in the oven. Vegetarian sausages and baked beans in the saucepan, and flavoured then with little Soysin sauce.

Shattered mentally now!

Got the nosh prepared.

The ribs were tasteless, what few shreds of meat there were left on them, were gristle and fat!

On the bright side, the oven baked cobs and potatoes were okay.

Flavour Rating of 2.5/10 given. Eurgh!

Did the washing-up, Health Checks, had a wee-wee and flaked out on the £300 second-hand rickety recliner.

For some reason it took me ages to drop-off to sleep. Still, I did in the end.

TTFN each.

 

Tuesday 4th September 2018

Filipino: Martes Setyembre 4, 2018

 0310hrs: I woke up and fleetingly toyed with making plans to get up, reluctantly for once. Not like me usually. Soon, I’d decided to go on an Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles search and destroy mission. Belched, and I decided not to bother.

I noticed signs of my having been nocturnally nibbling.

I found resting firmly in the ample folds of my abdomen, twixt the thorax and midriff, a partly squashed plastic container, empty, that earlier had been full with beef flavoured chip sticks in it, the lid was entrenched under my right armpit!

It must have been there a good while, cause the ribs were bruised. I just could not remember eating them at all!

Then, as I struggled out of the second-hand £300 recliner, I felt something like pieces of grit crunching under my feet!

Ah! I’d not nibbled all the chips. I suppose I fell asleep and tipped the container over?

Am I a Klutz or what? Huh!

Much, time, effort and pain later, I’d got most of the mess picked up. Couldn’t use the hoover this early in the morning cause of the noise. So I got down on my knees and hand-picked-up as much as I could find. As for my getting back up again… it was not easy! Tsk!

Did the Health Checks.

The monitor failed to work a few times, but it came right eventually.

Although, some of the readings on were a little on the high still.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Decent evacuation this morning, although a tad loose and messy.

There was no haemorrhaging from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Second blood-free day, now. Good!

Not many evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles in the wet room this morning. One near the shower drain, and another on the curtaining.

There is a spit in the floor sealing on a corner, and I thought I saw some of the weevils shoot into the gap. But I’m not sure.

Finished the ablutions, and went to the spare room to check on the evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetle population.

The trap-card seemed to have the same amount of bodies stuck on it, like yesterday. A few of the weevils were lurking on the window ledge, but not many.

I took the medications, and checked the weeks dosage pots, as there were no Ramipril capsules in this mornings. But all the others were okay.

I had a super-duper Dizzy-Spell as I was making a brew. A right humdinger! It only lasted a few minutes, though. But was of concern, cause I’d never had such a forceful one like this before.

I soon felt okay again. No more attacks came.

I think someone has been cleaning the cellophane outside the kitchen window. I reckon some of the blemishes seem to have disappeared?

Maybe, the Aliens or heavy rain to blame? Oh, no, I don’t think we had any rain. Beats me!

Updated Monday post, and got sent off to WordPress.

I made an Iceland order, for delivery Thursday twixt 0800 > 1000hrs.

Started this post off, but had to stop and get things ready to catch the bus.

I took three black bags of rubbish to the waste chute, and on the way down I grabbed a bag of recyclable stuff and dropped it off at the caretakers’ door.

The work taking place on Chestnut Walk has expanded, and what bit of pavement we had, we have no longer.

I joked the other day, about are they building a graveyard for the tenants who get knocked over and killed by the traffic, but it might be they are building us a paddling pool or could be accessing the water pipes to connect up the New Extra-Care block building. Hehe!

Well, as I passed the chaps, I saw a big roll of tape, with ‘Caution – Electric Cable’ written along it. So, no paddling pool – Haha!

I arrived at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, 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 residents room. A few folks in there chatting away.

Out to the bus stop, Caroline from the residential home came over for a natter. The bus soon arrived.

I got into Arnold and shot straight to Asda (Walmart). Rushed about the store and ended up getting, Cheesy Curls, bread thins, brown oven-bottom muffins, apples, seasons sliced potatoes and… erm… er… Two Fresh Cream French Horns. Guilty! Paid at the self-serve tills and rushed out to catch the bus, the moment I arrived at the shelter, it came! Bit of luck there!

I got to the Hospital in plenty of time and without any chance of my being late.

Within minutes I was being pampered by a team of students and nurses in a side-room.

My problems were discussed and thrown to the others, for ideas, suggestions and identification guesses and prognoses.

They all abandoned the room after putting a cloth over my lower regions.

I lay there under the giant microscope for a few minutes, with the odd person coming in and asking me questions about my medical history.

Then even more medics came into the room. All of these lads and lasses wore severe facial expressions. I later found out these people were more students.

In the end, they all wished me well, and I was left with one nurse (A lovely meaty one), and the bloke. No one called him Doctor, but Mr whatever his name was?

So, a week so from now, I will be called back to see them again and should learn what is to be done.

I thanked him and went to catch the bus.

A lady and gent were on the bus. I did some crosswording, and we arrived safely home.

How I wish I could remember peoples names! Tsk!

Shared pleasantries with some people getting on the bus.

As the three of us limped along Chestnut Way, I hobbled as rear guard and warned them each time a vehicle approached from our rear.

Got to the flat, and Doris (I think) showed a way into the flats that we could use when the caretakers’ door was open.

I gave them a choice of nibbles. And up in the lift, we went. Bade our farewells as they got off before me, 6th floor I think it was.

Got into the apartment and put the kettle on and had a very painful-short-wee-wee.

Did the Health Checks and medications were taken.

Just two evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles spotted. The first one appeared in the small washing up bowl, but after I’d just filled it up with soda water and washing-soda? I emptied the pan and made sure that the insect went down the hole and I put the plug in the hole. Filled a saucepan with cold water, took it to the stove, returned to get the saucepan lid from the drainer, and blow-me; Another weevil was in the sink! Oy-yoy-yoy!

I got baby spuds into the saucepan seasoned with just sea salt.

Started on updating this diary, as far as here

I went on to the TFZer Facebooking.

Then the WordPress reader section.

Got the nosh finished and served up.

It looked appealing enough.

However, the belly pork slices had the texture of shoe leather, the taste of cardboard, and I have no idea why I ate them. I spent most of the time removing bits of gristle and lumps of solidified fat from the meat. The naughty fresh cream French Horns rounded a horrible meal off nicely though.

I was so tired and weary, I put the tray down to get up, and fell asleep, deep, blissful sleep.

About half-an-hour later, the landline bust forth, with its most unwanted ringing tone and flashing light.

It was the Catwalk Jaguar, Generalfeldmarschalless Patch Manager Angela. I was a little confused having just woken up from a deep sleep, but I think I got the messages.. no, I lie. (In the morning I found scribbled notes I’d made during this conversation, now, if I can decipher them…)

It must be difficult for ordinary rational night-time sleeping tellurians, to grasp my problem with being an early-bird, morning person. Who is at his most active and alert post-prandial, and dies-off fades, loses concentration, interest and logicality early every afternoon. This is when the galimatias rules the brain.  This must seem like an Alice-in-Wonderlandish situation to most folks. But it’s true.

Did the last Health Checks and medication taking done.

Got settled into the rickety £300 second-hand recliner, started to watch a programme on TV, and off I drifted again.

Evening all!

Monday 3rd September 2018

Welsh: Dydd Llun 3 Medi 2018

0305hrs: I stirred and pondered a short while, mostly about irrelevant, impertinent hog-wash. I even considered “Is it rude for a deaf person to talk (sign) with their mouth full of food?” The few minutes of weak contemplation was riddled with various negative thoughts and fears, like Why did I do that? What’s the use? “Let it wait,” and then one thought assumed control over the brain completely “God strewth, I can feel Little inchies fungal lesion was ensanguining into the protection pants, and the area felt tender, sore and sensitive.

All else, thoughts, dreams, and plans immediately lost their importance. Mission Medicationalisationing took over, and somehow I got out of the second-hand £300 recliner, with ease and was quickly in the wet room. The dried blood had to be soaked fastidiously, to avoid opening up the congealed sanguineous areas. And, I needed to use the Porcelain Throne, too.

It was apparent that it had been little and often leaking during the sleep. Which is better than having a mass loss of blood, that would mean me having to go to the hospital, straight away. The job of cleaning then medicating would need a word meaning more than painful, but agony is too intense a term to use.

After a good cleansing session, I spotted an Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetle, casually swimming in the sink, where I had put a used cloth in to soak with bleach, antiseptic disinfectant and the last of the caustic soda!

I took the used PP’s from the bin, disinfected them along with the paper towels used, and got them into a dispensing bag.

Not a brilliant start to this Monday. But my spirits were not too low, now I had managed to patch up the lesion with the Hydrocortisone steroid cream, but I must remember to ask the Doctor for another prescription, the tube is nearly empty now.

Finally, I got to use the Porcelain Throne. What a messy, ten-second evacuation. An elongated splurt, a few splats, and it was over!

The process had started Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding again, but only a tiny bit. Another cleaning up session, the bowl and myself!

The swimming in the sink Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetle had disappeared.

I decided to go and weigh myself and do an Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles investigative search and destroy mission.

The CritterKill card had nabbed a few more of the danged weevil/beetles.

There was a few more of the Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles around compared to yesterday morning.

But I only nabbed a couple of them, as the others scampered hastily away to I know not where. Tsk!

Into the kitchen, and completed the Health Checks for last week and this morning.

Sys, Dia and Pulse were up above recent weeks averages still.

Made a brew of the strong Assam tea, dropping the spoon as I did so.  As I bent down to retrieve the cutlery, I felt the blood flow on the fungal lesion. Back to the wet room. Now I could be in trouble, with only having a spec of Daktacort left!

An in-depth search around in the medicine drawers proved to be my saviour – I found half a tube of Betamethasone Cream.

I used this a while ago, but it was not very useful and stung like hell! So the Doctor moved me on to the Daktacort. But this cream is far better than nothing! Cleaned things up and painfully applied this cream. I assume that my Warfarin INR blood level must be a little on the high-side, else I would have had more trouble in getting the lesion to stop bleeding than I did.

Got on to the computer to start on this blog. After a short while, I realised the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet was working very slowly! Grumph! It did get a little better later, but still far below expectations! Fancy that!

0620hrs: Some naughty tenant above used the waste chute. Far too early. I was okay, apart from getting a shock with the noise. But I imagine some poor devil or devil’s who were asleep, must have got a rude awakening! Of course, I live in the nearest flat on the floor to the chute! Hehe! Good job too, actually, cause I am usually awake at this time.

I had a quick bash on the WordPress Reader. Then got this post done up to here, then checked for any comments.

 I’d forgot to finish yesterdays Inchcock and post it!

What a Luftmensh I am!

As I was changing to do the Sunday post, I spotted that I’d had a lot of views, only three likes mind, yesterday. From all over the globe?

This is a vast increase in my usual views I get?

I wonder why this was?

Mexico, Morocco, Ireland, India, South Africa etc.

Do you think it might be the fact that I used Alcatraz in a blog title? Hehe!

I got the Sunday post finalised and posted off.

Made a brew (which went cold) and checked out the new comments.

Then on to TFZer Facebooking. That took a while.

Better get the Health Checks done, then the ablutions tended to before I take a little hobble down into Sherwood and the shops.

Shaved, showered and all spruced up, I took the four bags of rubbish to the waste chute.

I set out, going down to visit Jenny and Frank first. Both were in, and I received an effective telling-off from Jenny, and a suspicious look from Frank. Hehehe! We had a bit of the chinwag, and I continued down to the lobby.

Two gals in the foyer gave them a nibble from the bag, and a bit of a laugh. Farewells bode, off I set out on the mini-hobble down to Sherwood, in search of the lemon-cream biscuits that I’d fallen in love with.

Going down Winchester Street, and the weather was perfect with a view I thought was worth photographicalisationing. I tried the shot in panoramic, but this was the best I could produce.

At first, I was surprised that there was no vehicles and only pedestrians it view, and no  Pavement Cyclists in sight whatsoever. Then I realised that here I was, going out in the afternoon, something I rarely do. Also, anticipation stirred, of the for sure upcoming falling asleep. Hehe!

As I limped to the Continental Food Store, I noticed even more retail units had closed down.

Yet, a few brave hopefuls had opened new businesses, every one offering the same services as the stores that had gone bankrupt and closed?

Sadly, the Continental shop had sold out of the lemon-biscuits, and they do not know if they will be stocking them again. Sob! Depressed now, I had a good look around and ended up getting a large jar of pickled slice cucumber, another one of Gherkins, tins of beans, bread, cakes fro the restarting Thursday Social Hour, and Gawd knows what else.

I paid the appeallingly stocky, tall, well-built young lady at the checkout. I’m pretty sure she overcharged me, Fifteen pounds for what I had in my bag didn’t sound right to me.

But then again, she did not give me a receipt so I could not check the charge. Maybe she charged me for ogling her magnificent body? Hahaha!

I gave her a smile that was not reciprocated (naturally, and perfectly understood of course), and pointlessly disenchanted, I exited the store.

Realising that if I wanted a bus ride back up Winchester Street hill, I had a forty minute wait.

So, without fuss, ado or hesitation, I began the painful limp up the sparsely populated Winchester Street hill to the flats, with determination.

It was hard going, getting up the hill with the weight of the bag. It felt sort of eerie to me, the lack of vehicular activity?

There were a few stops en route up the hill, where I needed a break, and to ease the plates-of-meat and fingers from carrying the bag.

Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were both so kind to me, only the slightest bit of bother, and they were easily coped with, hardly worth mentioning really, compared to how they would usually have given me agony.

Most unnatural, taking into account the steepness of the road?

I made it up the Chestnut walk. I chinwagged with two ladies say in the sunshine on the bus stop bench. 

Then I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers 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. Another marvellous nattering and laughing session with the three gals and Warden Julie in there.

Farewell exchanged, I left the hut, to find that some sort of pathway was marked out with barriers for us pedestrians, Lego-like, on the right-hand side. This was because the workers had been forced to block the entire left-hand footpath off so they could gain access to dig-out the cemetery. Hahaha! Of course, it could be a paddling pool for us? Or, to lay the pipes to get to the new Management building and Extra Care flats being built?

You can see their problem in this photograph I took on the left here.

In the distance, my destination, looking rather posh now, Woodthorpe Court. Where I planned to get something to eat and settle down doing nowt but watch the telly and fall blissfully asleep. I felt so drained suddenly, no idea why, though.

I got inside the flat, had a wee-wee, another short-sharp-painful one, got the kettle on and did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Went to check that I had locked the door, and found a letter sticking through the flap.

Oh dear! This worried me a little. It was from the Pension Company who had bought out my Co-op pension a few years ago. They explained that if I did not fill in the form details and return it to them straight away, I might lose my payment?

Angst and fretfulness overcame me. So I filled it in right away, and put it in the envelope and went out to the mailbox to post it.

The box is located at the far end of the complex, close to Winchester and the new Extra Care Courts.

I took the opportunity to shoot a zoomed-in picture of some of the worker lads on a hoist, they were on the New Build top floor.

Came out okay this photo, I reckon.

Limped down to the postbox and posted the worrying letter.

On my hobble back to the flats, I noticed someone had a visit from the Community Road Safety Police?

Int it horrible, when you don’t know what is going on? Hahaha!

Back up to the apartment, well-weary, now. I got the fodder prepared and served up.

Vegetables in tomato passata, crispy streaky smoked bacon, sliced well-cooked seasoned potato slices and some of the best tasting continental sliced bread available.

At times I nearly fell asleep eating it, but it was so tasty. I couldn’t eat it all, a case of the eyes-being-bigger than the stomach, methinks. Still, a worthy 9.45/10 Flavour-Rating was given for it.

Washed the pots. 

Within minutes of getting down in the £300 second-hand recliner, I was off asleep!

I woke up thinking it was morning! What a Nebbish! I dismounted the recliner and noticed how much warmer it felt this morning. 

Got the light on and checked the monitor.

Noticed the clock – What a nitwit! 2210hrs!

Back in the recliner and was soon off into the land of Nod again.

Tsk!

Sunday 2nd September 2018

Scots Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 2 Sultain 2018

0210hrs: My somandric ailments where almost non-existent when I woke up. Even Duodenal Donald was no bother? I lay and wallowed in the lack of pain. It was good! However, this unheard-of-for-years scenario, still made me dubious and suspicious.

Then the mind went off on one is its meandering self-questioning sessions. “Am I  still asleep and dreaming?” “Have Aliens abducted me?” “Am I dead?”. “How can this be happening?” “Have I gone all Alice-in-Wonderlandish?” “Is this heaven?” I decided I was just bonkers after all, that seemed the most sensible and easy thing to accept.

No sooner had I semi-automatically detached my almost spherical, but wobbly body from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

The session was a book-readably long one again. Messy, too!

I went to clean things up and found that the Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles were out in force in the wetroom this morning.

It seemed an advanced attack patrol were checking out the sink. Huh!

A somewhat larger one had positioned himself high up on the shower curtain. (He would probably have an RT to warm his colleagues of my approach? Hehe!)

I thought to myself, I’ll have him! A slap on the curtaining to bring him down, failed? How do they cling on like that?) I shook the plastic sheeting, and as soon as he hit the deck, he shot off and down the shower drain. Gawd, he was Quick! I would imagine the drop from seven feet, would be like a human falling about two and a half miles, and landing on concrete. And yet the Ironclad seemed nonplussed. I ask again, how do they do that? Also, another question came to mind; What are they living on in the wet room?

I cleaned up and went on a search for Ironclads in the spare room as I went in to weigh myself.

There were plenty of Critter Kill prisoners on the cards, but none were to be seen alive anywhere.

The result of my scale standing on activity was very pleasing.

Still not been any ailment attacks yet. (It’s most concerning you know!) Even Little Inchies fungal lesion and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were not bleeding?!?

If the ailments don’t start to harass me soon, I think I might go all psychopathicalistical? Hehehe!

To the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.

I found a large Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetle in the washing up bowl.

I tipped him out of the empty bowl into the sink and crushed him with my finger against the alloy. He just scrambled away and down the sinkhole? They are tough, these Ironclads!

Eventually, I got around to doing the Health Checks.

The readings were still a little high, I thought.

Took the medications and made a brew. Got the computer started and went on the WordPress Reader first. Then made a start on this blog up to here. Next, I went to finish the Saturday Inchcock off.

0705hrs: Hello, sounds like something being dragged coming from above, or else the waste chute. Can’t tell which with no hearing aids in.

I went on CorelDraw to start creating graphics for the TFZer site.

I got two finished, I hope they like them.

Then made a start on the nest funny WordPress blog. It took me two hours just to select the suitable photographs from many files.

Had a wee-wee and made a mug of tea.

Then started to create the blog, a funny about me being a prisoner and wanting to be adopted. Hehe!

Heath Checks were done.

Computer off, and spent ages checking and adjusting flavourings, making sure things cook together at the  same time, in this minced pork, onions, cubed and BBQ’d small whole potatoes, tomatoes, caramelised onions, diced carrots, pork gravy, rosemary, sea salt, caramelised chutney, BBQ sauced, and two oven-baked cobs concoction I made.

Smug Mode Adopted – mind you, it didn’t last for long!

Didn’t it look good? It smelt marvellous too.

Apart from making far too much, I still ate it all. But the gravy was too weak, the caramelised onions too strong and the BBQ seasoning was overdone. The cobs were baked hard on the outside and undercooked, on the inside and the tomatoes were tasteless! Still, I gave it a flavour Rating of 7.1/10.

Otherwise it was perfect. Hehehe!

I tried using the Hoover to pick up the weevils, as recommended by Cyndy, I think.

Many of the clingy beasts just would not be picked up!

I put the hoover down and Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetle, and was amazed as I stood there watching the beast trying to bite into my skin on the finger. 

Where did he come from?

He couldn’t, but he definitely had a desire to do so!

I took the last medications and settled down to watch a film. Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom – However, have I not seen this one before? Brilliant escapism and the good guys win. Excellent enjoyment. Of course I’ve not rea lea what happened or what the full plot was, with my nodding off so often, but still, its bound to be on Freeview again, I hope when I’m indoors and not sleeping.