Friday 2nd November 2018

Greek: Παρασκευή 2 Νοεμβρίου 2018

I woke at 0005hrs feeling habrobaniacal.

Something had made me believe that all was well, I was young again, no problems existed, and life was a rollicking rave-up. Maybe I’d had a nocturnal phantasma? But I can’t recall having any dreams? Anyway, the moment of insanity featuring cheerful delusions soon petered out. Although I think I enjoyed it while it lasted. Hehe!

The nemesism-mode returned, to replace this different mood. Even the self-criticisms didn’t stay for long; they were soon replaced in mind with a galimatias of the weirdest thoughts, dreams, fears, hopes, and anxieties.

The gobbledygook and jactitation nonsense persisted for a while longer. But, once again no one topic gained any preference or advantage over the others. I failed to make any decisions or solutions. Scary really, cause it seemed to me as if I was not listening and talking to my own brain at times?

Is it an unsoundness of mind that is causing these waking moments loss of reason? They never seem to last long, as these didn’t. That was only thanks to the innards informing me of the need to absquatulate the £300 second-hand recliner like the clappers, to get to the Porcelain Throne.

The escape from the recliner went well and rather swiftly this morning. I made it to the Throne with plenty of time to spare. (Well, 40 seconds!) The evacuation was okay, but Little inchies Fungal lesion had been bleeding while I was asleep, so needed cleaning up and the painful application of the Daktacort cream.

During which I became aware that there was only three evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles to be seen in the wet room. I thought at first that this is an excellent sign that they may be on the retreat at last. Klutz! All three were live ones. I exterminated all three of the weevils. (Ain’t I brave! Hehe!)

Then sprayed some Santex Killer spray around the floor. Moving to the spare room to do a patrol in there. Just three on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge, all dead.

To the kitchen for a search around. A good few dead weevils near the hole in the sealant next to the door, and a good many under the medicine drawers, all live ones. Gave the kitchen another good spraying all around.

Washed my hands and door handles with antiseptic disinfectant and got the Health Checks done.

The Sys and Dia have been high, the Pulse has as well all week. Hmm!

I took a photographicalisation from the unwanted light and view-blocking new window. Had to open the window of course to get a decent view.

By gum, there was a bit of frost in the air as I opened the window… knocking over the kitchen towels and some plastic containers. Picking them up from the floor was not appreciated by Hippy Hilda nor Back-Pain Brenda!

Made a brew of Assam tea and set about updating the Thursday Inchcock Today diary.

This took me over five hours, such, was the lack of concentration this morning. For some unfathomable reason, I seemed to spend more time making corrections than normal typing!

But, I did manage to get it finished eventually and posted off to WordPress.

I made a mug of tea and decided while in the kitchen, I’d get the peas and carrots prepped and into the crock-pot. Neatly cutting under my left-hand index fingernail as I sliced the carrots. Schmuck!

For the life of me I can’t remember who, but someone ages ago, suggested for me to try slow-cooking this mixture of vegetables, in water seasoned with sea-salt & lemon, with a little demerara sugar. So, I tried it. Then I added I’d add some sliced chestnut mushrooms to the veg-mix, as an afterthought. The dang fungi were covered in compost bits, so this took up more time to clean off before getting them quickly in the pot.

Of course, the tea had gone cold by then.

Back on the computer and caught up on Facebook. Then on the WordPress reader.

Back to the kitchen to make another brew, and boy did the sky look amazing. As they say; Red sky at night, Shepherds delight – Red sky in the morning, Shepherds warning!

Then I made-up a Morrison food order for next week.

0850hrs: Well, I need a bit of a hobble now, get out in the fresh air for a bit. So I got the ablutions sorted out. Nice to have hot water from the taps again!

Got readied for a walk into Sherwood to the Chemists to get some Hydrocortisone antifungal cream (Thanks to Tim from New Mexico, who informed me it is available over-the-counter), some Codeine/acetaminophen, and Germoloid Cream. Maybe to nip into the Continental Food Store to see if they have of their vegetarian mini sausages in stock… oh, and get an orange filled croissant for Frank, to welcome him back home.

I set off, dropping two small bags of rubbish down the waste chute on the way. I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Willmott-Dixon workers tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from. Somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus Portakabin. Lynne was in there talking with a Nottingham City Homes representative, and a tenant waiting for the bus. There were no Hauptsturmführeress Wardens for me to speak to. So I handed out the nibbles and started-off on my little hobble into Sherwood.

I got to the end of Chestnut Walk and turned right down Winchester Street, and Back-Pain Brenda started giving me a lot of jip! Humph! But my mind was distracted from the pain when I spotted a change in the status of the Nottingham Street Art Boots on the pavement! An interesting repositioning today, Hehehe!

I limped over the road and down the hill into Sherwood, with ‘Back-Pain Brenda’ giving me her full attention.

The hobble down to Mansfield Road was a most pleasant one (apart from Back-Pain Brenda of course), with the sun getting through occasionally and the slight nip in the air keeping me moving.

As I got to the bottom of the Winchester Street hill, I spotted these three Willmott-Dixon vagabonds!

Plainly the lads had been to the Nibbles take-away food store for some sustenance. And, there is no better place to go to for cooked fodder in Sherwood, either!

Great bunch of lads. I don’t know the name of the about to bite into his pie bloke, but Innocentest-Ian-In-charge, showed off his nosh to me, and Plonk-Brewer and Plant Perambulator Paulius I noticed was saving his bag of fodder for later, very wise. Hehe!

As I took this photo of the traffic, I thought it might interest my friends on Australia, Canada, and America in seeing the bustling picture of Sherwood life, a chap, who is not in the frame, gave me a right suspicious and nasty glare, kept looking back at me intimidatingly. Ah, well, at least he didn’t clock me one! He was a young, fit looking and big. Sorry youth! (Scared? Me? You bet!)

Maybe he was on the run from prison. Or the police had a Warrant out on him? Maybe his missus has Private Detectives following him? Who knows why he thought I was photographing him, as opposed to a scene picture? A bit of guilt in there somewhere maybe. Hehe!

I dived into Boots Chemist shop, hoping he would not follow me or be waiting outside. (Scared? Me? You bet!) Where I spent a good deal of cash getting some medications. Not cheap are they!

I found the Germoloid cream and knew that the P&C’s were kept behind the counter, but could not find the Corticoid on the shelves.

So I asked the lady behind the counter. But the mind went blank, and I could not remember the name of the antifungal cream for ages… she was patient with me, though, bless her. It took me a while for me to realise that I’d got the name written on my shopping list in my hand! What a Klutz! I did feel a right fool! Paid the lady, and thanked her.

I left and went two shops down (No threatening bloke around. Phew!) and into the Ozan International Food Centre.

This is a shop I ought to avoid going into really. For they have a super-great Continental Cooked Meats and Butchery counter that is out of this world with choices of fodder for me to get even fatter eating. Hehehe!

I managed to avoid buying any of the not needed cooked meats. I came out with some Mini Chicken Sausages, they didn’t have any of the vegetarian sausages in stock. Mixed beans, Buraczki ZasmaZane (Fried Shredded Beetroot), Pieczarki Marynowanes (Pickled Mushrooms, carrot seasoned), and an Orange flavoured Croissant fro Frank. There was a decent shelf life on it, so no rush to get it to Jenny’s flat until her visitor has gone.

I missed the bus back up the Winchester Street, so started the slightly more difficult task of walking back up the hill, to the apartment. Hehe!

I took this attempt at a ‘Moody-Photo’ as I passed the bus stop.

Even when the bright sunshine came out, it was of little warmth with it.

I got as far as Cavendish Vale, and took another photographicalisation from the end of the Vale.

I caught the two blocks of flats somewhat better than the last time I tried. They came out much clearer.

Woodthorpe on the left and Winchester on the right as you look at it.

I pressed on despite Back-Pain-Brenda, up the steep incline and around the bend, to find another piece of Nottinghamian Street Art on the pavement.

The laid down bag contained several meat pies? The top one I think had been had a go at by some bird or animal pecking at the pastry.

The last steepest bit of road before getting to Chestnut Walk almost crippled me. And yet, once on the level, things calmed down. Well, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna did, Back-Pain-Brenda did not. Tsk! Ah, well!

I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. No Sturmbannführeress Wardens in. Not that it mattered much, cause by now, I’d forgotten why I wanted to talk to them!

Out and towards my Woodthorpe Court dwelling.

I stopped en route to take this picture by sticking the camera lens through a gap in the compund fencing near the lock. Now we can get an idea of how the New Extra Care block and Obersturmbannführeress offices, will look like when completed.

I got home with an aching back, and feeling drained.

Fodder and sleep were all I was interested in now.

Well pleased with how the musrooms carrots and peas turned out. I’ll try using the same recipe to flavour the next time have the same to eat. Sea-salt & lemon, with a little demerara sugar. Highly glavoursome without being too overpowering. I also had some of the fried shredded beetroot, which were passable, but I’ll not try them again when the jar is finished.

The Nordic Style Polish bacon was tough to eat with my missing teeth, but so tasty!

For Flavour alone, I give this effort a 9.54/10!

Washed the pots and got a old DVD on, ‘Death Wish 2’. But was getting so many nod-offs, I gave up and turned it off.

Ah, sweet morpheous… I drifted off in minutes!