Monday 29th October 2018
Yiddish: 2מאָנטיק 29 אקטאבער 018
2345hrs: I stirred into imitation life and found myself a bit baffled at how well I was feeling emotional, after yesterday’s horrible afternoonmare of gloom, depression, and self-pity had taken such a hold over me. But I was glad the dysphoria had evanesced into the ether and was no longer making me feel dark and gloomy within. However, my self-malevolence had also departed, for which I am well-pleased.
The brains thoughts became prolix-like. Darting from one subject, brainwave or idea to the next in seconds, never finding or working out any resolutions or clarifications, no taking decisions or adopting or creating any plans.
The need for a wee-wee arrived. By the time I had disentangled my over-ample, clinically obese stomach and torso from the £300 second-hand recliner, a need for the Porcelain Throne had been added to my immediate requirements.
The evacuation was almost enjoyable. No bleeding or pain emanated from Harold Haemorrhoid whatsoever. And, negative signs of Diahorrea Derek at work. Great!
As I washed my hands, it dawned on me that there was no hassle from Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Hippy Hilda, Reflux Roger, Hernia Harry, Back Ache Brenda or Duodenal Donald either! A rare but nervous-making concerning, situation, for someone with my luck… or lack of success usually. Hehehe!
When I do the bug spraying next in the wet room, I must get the floor mopped up well beforehand. The effect of the bug sprays is discolouring the place.
I felt a certain degree of alacrity creeping into my frame of mind.
Into the spare room, to find that the evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle regiments in this room, had attacked with a Camisado-Camisade patrol. So many of them on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge, but they were at least all dead ones.
As I took this picture out of the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window.
I got the Health Checks done. Then onto the computer to update the Excel graph record.
I’m off for a Warfarin blood test at 0900hrs in the morning. I must mention the high readings to the nurse. And, the blank spells and dizzies, too.
Another wee-wee, and back to the computer, and got the depressing Sunday diary finished and sent off to WordPress.
Made brew and made a start on this diary.
Then onto the WordPress Reader section. Next TFZer Facebooking. Then a mug of tea and a few (Honestly!) Scottish Shorties biscuits.
I took this photograph, supposed to be a panoramic shot, but it didn’t come out right. (Something that Mother said about me, that… Hahaha!) But it showed the frost and ice covered; landscape, houses, and roads on the high ground. I love it that you can see the footmarks across the bottom field where the out-very-early dogs had been walking their owners.
Got the ablutions tended to. No shower this early in the day, of course, too much noise.
Did the medicationalisationing of the areas in need. Haha!
Hearing aids in, the right glasses on the head, picked up the new-to-me second-hand £2 wristwatch – Oh dear, it had stopped! I could see the battery-man in town later and get a new one; so I put the watch in the jacket pocket so as not to forget to take it with me…
This map is of the mini-marathon walk/hobble that I took.
I hope the car windscreens thaw-out for the tenants before they get up and out. You’ll have noticed the parking on the double yellow lines I suppose? Rules have been removed for the period of the upgrading work with there being
The sun kept trying to get through, not that it was warm enough yet to help with the thawing process.
This single leaf of the thousands laying frozen on the corner bit of grass at the corner of Winchester Street caught my eye. I cannot recall why I took this photograph. Something to do with nature, I suspect.
I plodded on down the hill. The sun got stronger. The ailments were not harmful to me at all at this stage, and I soon began to enjoy my perambulations.
My prayer that he slips on the ice then falls off and is mangled underneath the wheels of a pantechnicon lorry, were not answered. Tsk!
It was getting warmer now, or rather, not so cold? Haha!
Starting to walk up th
As I passed by, I could see the moon still in the sky – amazing! So I took this picture.
As soon as I started on the downhill stretch to the flat Milton Street and beyond, the ailments gave me a welcome rest. Unfortunately, the plates-of-meat were beginning to sting something awful. Ah, well, you can’t win ’em all.
The traffic was building up as I got into the City proper, onto Milton Street.
I did some window shopping for a while. Observing that for some reason the Nottinghamian Citizenry that came into view, looked to be far less troubled and depressed than they did on my last hobble to town… and with it being a Monday, this surprised me.
Did even more nosing around and window shopping.
Then made my way down King Street into the Slab Square.
Nowhere near open yet, the Ghost Train – Ghost Gator ride was massive!
Still, I kept seeing smiling faces on the Nottinghamians. Very disconcerting this was, I began to question my sanity.
I made my way to the Fletch Gate branch of the Poundland shop. A certain lady is living in the flats who loves Pork Farm Pork Pies, and if Poundland has any, in I was going to treat her to one. Which, luckily they had in stock. Not so lucky perhaps, I came out with an overloaded bagful of other stuff as well! Most of an edacious nature! Yold! Chocolates, Social Hour Nibbles, cheese biscuits, Ritz, and a bag of Jelly Babies. But to be fair. 90% of them would be used as pressies for Christmas. Another £16 spent.
It was a little dangerous around there now. Pavement Food Delivery Cyclists were starting to appear.
And the delivery lorries and vans and cash-in-transit wagons needed an eye keeping on them
A bloke came up to me and gave me a free newspaper.
Then a youth who reminded me of a drunken student in wearing posh clothes, and muttered some words that I could not understand. Not in a foreign language, I reckon he was drugged up or drunk. “Oblski darum owd un?” It sounded like a question. I replied: Oh no, but thanks!” He just walked away decidedly wobbly. No hassle at all.
I made my way up to Queen Street. The ever-changing lighting prompted me to take three photographs as I hobbled up the hill to the bus stop.
I didn’t see a soul, worker or resident all the way down Chestnut Walk to the Woodthorpe Court. Not that this mattered, all I wanted now was a wee-wee. Got in the flat and Mo was sat in the foyer. We had a chinwag and laughed, and she picked a nibble from my bag.
Got some mushrooms in the saucepan, and the oven warming up for the bacon later.
Sister Jane rang, and we had a chinwag of an enjoyable nature. I can’t remember her telling me off about anything. Hahaha!
The drizzling began outside, and the sun took a rest. Compare this panoramic shot above of the one I made around 0700hrs this morning? The sun came out half an hour later again. Odd weather.
I caught up with the Facebook Photo Album updating.
Wholemeal bacon cobs, mushrooms, gherkins, and little tomatoes.
A 9.5/10 Taste Rating.
Went to clean the pots up, and the view of the fiery looking sky was grand.
So, I took a regular frame and then three zoomed in ones across the skyline.
It looked as if somewhere in Nottingham was getting a bit of localised rain. (Pic 3).
Settled onto the recliner to watch a Die Hard 4 DVD film and… Zzzz!
Lots of great photos today. That was quite a lightning shaped trip. Happy the nicely arranged dinner got an A.
Cheers, Tim.