Monday 22nd October 2018
Scots Gaelic: Diluain 22 Dàmhair 2018
0000hrs: Woke, feeling much better than last night. The mind had given back a limited amount of control to my brain. A degree of appetence had returned.
I lay perched on top of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, appreciative that Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun were both absent.
A wee-wee was needed, so I started the reconnaissance patrol in there.
Amazingly, I found only two live weevils, no live ones in there, and, the possible reason why; a tiny spider. Whether this minuscule arachnid would be big enough to actually eat one of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, Hmm. I wouldn’t have thought so? I left him or her to it anyway, just in case, he was searching for his breakfast.
To the kitchen, and found only three dead ones! But there was a large LadyBug on the light and view-blocking new window ledge. I left the Ladybird in peace. Who knows, the reduction in the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle this morning, maybe thanks to this bug?
Then, as it had grown more urgent now, I finally got to have my wee-wee.
Got the Health Checks done.
Well, all apart from temperature, and the weight, of course!
I must try to get a hobble in today if I can.
Took the medications.
A long time later, it came back on, slowly. I struggled but got the Sunday Diary finished and posted off. Had a go on the WordPress Reader.
I made a start on this blog up to here and chose to get the washing done.
Gathered the things needed and down to the
Nipped outside to take a couple of photographicalisations.
It seemed eerie for some reason, then I heard noises from the trees area and came back in sharpish.
Back up to the flat.
Did some more work on this diary.
Then down to move the washing into the dryer.
Back up again to the apartment, and got on with blogging.
I thought about where I could go for my hobble later. I reckon to the arboretum. I’ll get the mallard and pigeon food in the bag now, while I think of it. I can call in Lidl to get some of there tasty Assam Tea bags and bread, as I limp through Carrington, perhaps, if I remember to… will I, though? Maybe, maybe not… or should I… Change of thought took over, off to the wet room for another wee-wee.
Back to the computer, and went on the TFZ Facebook site.
0440hrs: Back down to collect the laundry. Cleaned out the filter and wiped the drum, back again to the flat.
Tried to download some TFZer Halloween graphics to amend and use, then…
Computer turned off. Swore, then went to get the ablutions sorted. Took the black bags to the waste chute.
I decided to have a walk to the Arboretum for sure. Checked that the Mallard and Pigeon were in the bag, made a shopping list for Lidl: Tomatoes, bread or cobs and the Assam Tea (determined not to buy owt not-needed!).
As I turned right onto Winchester Street Hill, the Pavement Parkers had just filled the footpath entirely with their cars!
That was nice of them, I thought!
Between the first vehicle (well, the first eight cars actually) and the mesh-fencing, they had left about 4 inches for pedestrians to walk in! Grumph!
Still, only for a few hundred yards, then I got back on the pavement, just in time to cross the road to go down the incline. Oy Vey!
The sun was breaking through and causing some nice views. I did take a photograph that I thought would come out as a ‘Moody’ one. But instead, it disappeared into the ether never to
Near Hall Street, anyone parking on the double yellow lines would have had a reasonable excuse. Hehehe!
I limped along onto Mansfield Road. I called into the Continental Food Store, with hopes of finding some of the square lemon sliced cakes on sale. But they had still not got any in stock. Although I did get a lemon croissant. Never tried them before.
A depressing looking hamlet nowadays.
I called into the Lidl shop as planned. And kept Mostly to the shopping list. The Assam tea, tomatoes and White Scottish rolls, I was just tempted by their Lemon & Lime yoghourt and bought one.
It gave me a jump, and I called out to him, thanking him. For which I got the two-finger gesticulation in reply. I hoped he might fall off of his pushbike as he wobbled a bit, but no such luck!
Anne Gyna was playing up a bit, but Hippy Hilda and Lower Backpain Petunia were a lot worse. Hehehe! Like the new name?
Half-way up the hill, I crossed over the road at the pelican lights.
I stopped for w while near the Guinness Trust’s Colville Court. An aged person’s dwelling. I went to see about moving there before I came to Woodthorpe Court. I visited and had a look around and spoke with one of the wardens.
I was impressed with what they offered. The single flats were about the same size as the one I’m in now. A nurse on site 24/7. Communal cooking facilities. Communal lounge with snooker table and TV. Your flat had an option of cleaners weekly. The heaters were not on night-heating. A bus to the
I got to the entrance and into the Arboretum.
As I walked under the roadway, I could smell an aroma I have never encountered before.
A sweet, yet unpleasantly nasal blocking smell? I suppose the nearest thing I can think of, would be cooking tripe with honey? Just thought I’d mention it.
I viewed the Chinese cannons from a distance. I was going to walk up and have a closer view, but I saw some youths lurking around them.
My heart lifted when I saw that there were many of them there today. Sometimes, like the last visit, when they had all disappeared?
It still amazes me, how the Mallards and Pigeons live together in such Harmony. At the Nottingham Canal, they fight and squabble all the time, then the Canada and Egyptian geese and join in. The Pochards get involved as well.
I spent an hour or so feeding and nattering with them. Hehehe!
The walk up into town set-off Anne Gyna and Lower Backpain Petunia. But once I was on the level, they both eased off for me. I’d just missed the L9, so caught a number 40.
When we got to Winchester Street, the Gas people had blocked off the up-the-hill side of the road. I got off at the usual stop, and with all the traffic turning off to find a different way through to the Mapperley Top, I got over the road with ease and little danger for a change.
Walked back to the flats, met Doreen. Poor thing was drained and tired. We had a natter though before I had to get a move on to the wet room!
I got in a set about updating this blog.
Made a brew, and took this panoramic type shot from the kitchen window. It looks lovely in the sunshine, but it was not warm at all. Brr!
A decent little hobble today.
Made all the more enjoyable by not having to rush around at it.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Updated this post, which cost me a long time.
Then made up the Arboretum Blog, making it with a bit humorous comments, and posted it off.
Prok Knuckle buttered cobs, potato letters and tomatoes with onion salt.
The Asda (Walmart) potato letter were very soft and bland inside. The vanilla and lemon croissant was too sweet but passable. The Scottish buns and Polish pork were great!
Overall flavour-rating, 7.4/10.
Fell asleep with the tray on my bulbous stomach, and somehow or other, it stayed there until I woke up at 0025hrs!
Communal living with a 24/7 ain’t cheap I gather to get a “Cor blimey” out of you. The “Exclusively at Tesco” pavement cyclist is a really great photo. It sound like they like to buzz pedestrians. Probably gives them a thrill. I would guess you were smelling “sweet pee” under mugger’s bridge. Looked like a good lightning route and you even got to see ducks and pigeons. Too bad the tater letters were soft.
You’re spot on there, Tim. I reckon I’d run out of cash within a couple of months of living there. Hehe! But it would be nice to have such attention and care to hand. Just in case. Mind you, the area is shared with thousands of students flats, Druggies and lose ladies getting cash for their habit. So, I might be as well of here after all, methinks. Haha!
Dang NPCs, I’ve never seen a policeman say owt to them. Mind you, its a week or two since I’ve seen a Nottingham policeman anywhere!
I’m going to look up a picture of sweet pea, to identify it next time I go to the Arboretum, Tim, thanks.
Ah, yes, I’m sure there were some of them on the verge! Cheers mate.
The EBWBBB’s launched a counter-attack this morning in the spare room. Hehe!
TTFNski
I was referring to “sweet pee” as in folks urinating under the bridge. That’s what people do here.
Oh, I do feel fool! Hehehe!