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.
I decided that an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle assessment would be a good idea, first task!
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 spare room, and found ten or so dead weevils on the light and view-blocking new window ledge and two live ones on a box. I dispatched them to snout-beetle heaven.
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.
The readings were down this morning.
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.
Got the computer on, to finish off and finalise yesterday’s diary… and…
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.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Excellent Evacuation! Bloodless, and sufficiently substantial enough to allow me to read four pages of the Clarkson book.
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 
laundry room. It was a bit nippy this morning!
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.
I noticed the electronic sign near to the lift doors was telling me I could be an Ace Inspector! I’d love to, but there is not enough time every day as it is to do anything else. Due to my habit or hobby of falling asleep earlier each day! Hehe!
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!).
I set off, still a bit cool, but the walking should put that right. Along Chestnut Walk and threw a good morning to Wardens Deana and Julie through the window on the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers 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.
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!
This is where I had to walk down the hill!
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 
be seen again!
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.
I got a decent pace on, although I was in no rush, up and over the hill and into Carrington.
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.
As I passed the college, a Herbert of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist student young gentleman came close to hitting me as he came from behind at speed.
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!
Along to the Gregory Boulevard/Mansfield Road traffic islands junction.
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.
Up to Forest Road East and left down North Sherwood Street.
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 
supermarket every Tuesday and Friday laid on. The staff do a visual check on you every day; unless you ask them not to. CCTV was internal and external. Hairdresser and laundry service available. I was deciding about whether to go there or not, then they told me the rent. Cor Blimey!
I got to the entrance and into the Arboretum. 
Walked towards the, what locally is known as Muggers Bridge or Tunnel.
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.
I got to my beloved duck pond eventually, after stopping to smell flowers and looking at wildlife. Squirrels, blackbirds, mice and what I think might have been a mole, as I hobbled to the Mallards.
My heart lifted when I saw that there were many of them there today. Sometimes, like the last visit, when they had all disappeared?
I shall only put this one photo of the birds on here because I intend to do another post dedicated to them.
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.
I took this bit of Nottingham Nature on St Anns Well Road from the bus window. Bootifull don’t you think?
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.
Got the meal served up.
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!
The results: Kitchen: 1 live Weevil – three dead. Wet Room: 21 dead Weevils – two live ones. Spare Room: 30 or so dead Weevils – two live! Add to this, in the wetroom I felt sure the one live beast was of a different race or type. But he disappeared down the hole in the floor covering corner sealant before I could get a better look. Tsk!
Got the computer on, while crossing my fingers that the $111.9 million salaried CEO of Liberty-Global Virgin Media, Mr Fries, might have got the connection working correctly again. All seemed to be working. It comes to something when one has to mention this so often.
I added these to the Facebook album for each TFZer gal, and the Facebook gallery of TFZer Transport album, and put them on the TFZer site as well.
Made a start on this blog as far as here.
The intelligent design of the new unwanted window handles are. 
I found some live and active bigger weevils that had got into the bag where I keep the mallard and pigeon food in the spare room. Dang things! I cleaned out the carrier and washed it. Plenty of Raid spray applied. Also found some dead ones in the wet room and kitchen.
Got the nosh sorted.
The right eyelid was sticking closed again and had to be gently eased and prised into opening up.
The spare room’s unwanted light and view-blocking new windows with the holes in the plastering from installation was inundated with all dead weevils the full length of the inner ledge.
Washing afterwards, I could not help but notice the bouncing flesh around my ample midriff. And to think that in January, I wanted to lose 10 pounds this year. Ah, well, only 18 to go!
A straight down picture lastly. Showing part of one of the builder’s compounds and the park.
Down and out of the building along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers 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. Where a little nattering took place with the folks in there.
Arrived in Bulwell and a had a long hobble around the place calling in many shops for a look around for bargains.
Bulwell Market Place had more pickpockets and muggers… Sorry, I meant shoppers, in it than I have seen for a while.
To the station. The tram arrived at the same time as I did.
Into town, dropped off at the Theatre Royal.
of vagueness, nihility?
I stopped and took this photograph.
I made bigger dinner than usual tonight.
Had to stop and return to the main room to collect the reading spectacles. Klutz! I returned and consulted the written information. A piece of cake, a blurge! As instructed I washed things after the removal, with the tube of whatever was in it they gave me. Then super-dried the area and applied the Anusol. I’ve never had less pain from that area, for years! I felt I could dance and do the high-kick! But wouldn’t risk it with Hippy Hilda being a nuisance and playing me up. Now, there I was, swanking in a Smug Mode Class 1+! 
This state was soon tested, for the call to use the Porcelain Throne arrived moments later. But, it was nothing to worry about, not that I was concerned at all of course. Lie Mode Adopted. The evacuation was painless, and there were only the tiniest few specks of blood. 
The Sys and Dia were still high, but down on the earlier ones. So, that was good!
Off for a wee-wee, collecting these dead evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles in the wet-room, about twenty more in the spare room and eight in the kitchen.
Delivery from Iceland arrived.
Off with the bag to the Winwood Social Meeting. I dropped off a bag of recyclable stuff and put it in the industrial bin that was ready for collection. I know I put it in the right one, cause the caretaker pointed with his mobile to the correct container to use, as he muttered “Bruraberer!” or something like that to me. Hehe!
Back to the flat, up the lift with a friendly lady from the 6th floor, we had a talk on the way. 
Got the meal of sorts prepared. Ciabatta ham sarnies, tomatoes and chips.
Inhibition prevents me telling you what happened in detail, suffice to say I was a little too slow in getting there, and embarrassment reigned.
Set out along Chestnut Walk on the way to the bus stop on Winchester Street.
I decided to walk down the hill to Mansfield Road and catch a bus there. 
Started the hobble to Jane’s mansion, and rang her to make sure I had permission granted to arrive so early. No answer, she rang back bless her and sent Pete down to unlock their front door.
the room where his computers and super-up-to-date camera are used for his studying of how to keep his designer stubble perfectly presented, Hahaha!) Jane is not a natural early riser! It may be due to her alcohol addiction. (Hehehe!)
above, and are most comfortably off financially, are fitter than me, go out for slap-up lunches, drinks, theatres, etc. and better looking than wot I am. But I’m not jealous, of course. Hehehe! Joking aside for a moment, I have a lot to thank them for, so I’ll do it here in public – Thanks Jane and Pete for all the help given!
Thanked the pair of reprobates, said my farewell and off to the bus stop. Again, as I arrived at the stop, a bus came, a Bingham one, I think it was. No crowds on this one, comfortable seats and it dropped me off in the city centre like Pete had told me earlier, on Friar Lane.
There were not a lot of folks around compared to usual.
Just a thought! 
The improvident nature and dangerous actions of these rapscallion miscreant Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists, I find so dangerous to the elderly, children, partly-sighted, disabled and the hard-of-hearing… in fact, to all pedestrians. But do the authorities care? Do they do anything about these bullies-on-bikes? All I ask, is they slow down, and even push their bikes when pedestrians are so close. As opposed to this antisocial, callous, inconsiderate young rascal, who weaved his way between the people, endangering and threatening them on their pavement! 
I caught the bus to the City Hospital.
By the time I was back at the flats, I was feeling extraordinarily high in spirits. Although, I cannot remember taking this photograph of the workmen putting back the Woodthorpe Court sign on my block of flats?
Did the Health Checks and took the first of the two giant blue tablets.
The extraction of my overweight but flobby body-mass, from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, must have looked to anyone watching, a performance, that was equal to many of Charlie Chaplin’s film comedy scenes. I do wish there had been a CCTV in the room, to record the farce! It may well have gone viral on YouTube!
I visited the hallway, kitchen and then the main room on a Weevil Patrol, dispensing another can of Rentokil Bug Killer as I went. I could not get into the spare room, as I had left the collapsable airer table in the doorway. It had the bobble-hats on it, and they were still not dry enough to wear. I did not want to move the airer, as it has a tendency to collapse when you look at it, never mind try to touch it! Tsk!
tenants, awaiting the arrival of the bus. After a natter with them, I went into the Oberscharführeresses Office, and made a plea, could anyone help change a tenner for me, please. Thankfully, Oberstgruppenführeress Deana obliged me, bless her cotton socks! ♥
I decided to make my way back to the flats, out of the wind.
As I neared the foyer entrance, it looked like the area had been declared a ‘No-go’ one. Haha!
I caught the lift back up to the flat. I had thought of running up the 24 flights of concrete stairs, but I didn’t want to show-off, you know. Lie-Mode Adopted here. Hehe!
new window ledge, in search of any live or dead invading infestsational Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.
A couple of hours later, I took a break and made a brew of tea. Noticing when I got in the kitchen, a flea on the outside of the window, and wondered if this was the breed of the thousands that have inundated Cyndy and Eric’s flat balcony? 
Although I had taken out my hearing aids, I could hear noises out of the unwanted new view and light preventing windows.
I got the nosh cooking. Beef and mildly curried beans with some potato thins.
Then off on an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black beetles and biting black LadyBug patrol of each room in the apartment.
The wet room had three live weevils and eighteen dead ones. Sprayed some more ‘bank-manager annoying’ Rentokil spray.
I then took this shot from the same unwanted light and view-limiting new window from a different angle.
Walk in the rain along Chestnut Walk on my marathon hobble to the City Centre.
I was in no rush, and took my time, enjoying the surroundings, the wind and even the rain. I did wonder at the time if I was losing it (the plot), Hehe!
hill onto Mansfield Road own.
Over the top and down into Carrington.
Off and to the Poundland shop, only 25 yards away, so no getting wet much. Where I got some twin Peaks for Christmas handouts, and an oven glove. But I could not find any of the cans of either Raid or Sanex Bug Killer sprays. So, I went to the self-serve tills, (there was no choice, the manual ones were not open for business). 
I thanked her, and out along the road along Upper Parliament Street, to take a photograph of Clinton Street, cause I haven’t made one in a long time for the TFZer folk on Facebook.
citizenry, and, of course, the rain! Hahaha!
Said my farewells and trotted, well, limped back to the apartment. Taking this picture above the foyer entrance to the Woodthorpe Court block.
I got the brolly up then, to dry-out near the door in the hallway. (Hallway I say, all 11 foot of it, Haha!).
along the drying process.
I did the Health Checks, and the nosh was ready to serve up
I did nothing else but make a start on sorting some of the kitchen drawers out, ridding them of out of date and unwanted contents. An hour or so later, I had to stop, I was feeling a bit shaky now.
Next task tackled, was sorting out the next week’s medicine pots.
Then, I carried out an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol. Only three lives ones found, and they were in the spare room. The ‘Raid’ spraying last night had nobbled plenty of the invaders. Twenty or so dead Weevil bodies in the wet 
room. The same amount roughly in the spare room and around thirty carcases in the kitchen. Two of the black LadyBugs as well, they were well alive. I shall not collect them up yet though, I’ll leave it until much later when I can use the hoover to vacuum them up without the noise bothering any neighbours.
Went to make another brew of tea, and took this photograph down out of the unwanted light and view-blocking kitchen window.
I tended to the aglutions… ablutions.
I got down to the entrance foyer and found Mo sat there. We had a natter and a laugh, I slipped her some nibbles and offered my farewells as I went out to deposit my food jars in the green bin with the other tenants Gin, Vodka, Absynthe, Sherry, Brandy, Beer, Lager, Bourbon and Rum bottles already in there.
I even noticed a Moët & Chandon Champagne bottle in the bin. Not that I am jealous, of course. Hehehe!
down even more forcibly.
Despite the rain, the walk downhill was an enjoyable one.
Got the meal prepared. Cheesy mashed potatoes, using extra strong cheddar, gherkin slices, tomatoes, marrowfat peas, smoked herring fillets in tomato & veg sauce.