Friday 9th November 2018
German: Freitag, 9 November 2018
2240hrs: I sprang into semi-life, proffering I think, an involuntary and audible muttering of “Hurrerbglobwot” which was my expergefactor for today.
The brain, although a little wayward, seemed to seemed to have activated at the same time as my physical activity began… which was trying to catch the TV remote control as it slid off of my superfluous and over my generously-sized wobbly abdominal region.
The farcicalness began…
- The right leg slipped off of the Ottoman, and my heel clouted against the metal workings of the £300 second-hand recliner.
- I slid (Well, rolled in a blubbery fashion) down towards the floor, put my hand out to limit any possible upcoming damage, and I missed the Ottoman, hence giving myself a little painful, but what turned out to be a very pretty, fetching purple-like coloured wherret on the right chin.
- Getting back up, I banged my left knee on the recliner arm.
However, all was not as bad as it at first seemed. Despite the Accifauxpas, none of the ailments appeared to have been set off. Not even, Arthur Itis, Back-Pain-Brenda or Hippy Hilda? No complaints from me!
I hobbled delicately to the wet room for a wee-wee. Then to the kitchen, to take the medications, do the Health Checks and take a photograph of my newly acquired welt. Hehe!
The weight had gone up a smidge again. I decided to have a decently distanced hobble later today. Although, the weather forecast made me think twice about this. I got the computer on and took a look at the forecast for Nottingham.
High winds, but the rain is not due until 1900hrs, so it should be safe for me to have a hobble, might try to have a chinwag and feed the ducks again.
I got the Thursday Diary updated and sent off to WordPress.
Had a wee-wee, and noticed the absence of Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, well, not free of them, but there were only three juvenile weevil bodies in the whole wet room! Cheered by this, I decided it still needed to have a reconnoitering reconnaissance, perlustration… So I did, with Bug Killer Sprays to hand! Just as well!
Dead weevils in the kitchen doorway again, not too many. But I still gave a dollop of spray all around. Off to the spare room, where one live weevil and several deceased were located on the new unwanted, cosmetically now ruined by the bug spraying windows shelf. More spraying and coughing took place. Hehe!
Back to the kitchen to make a brew of tea.
I found just one more Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle, that was not there ten minutes earlier? It was on the way to Weevil-Heaven, so the spraying must have taken effect quickly enough.
I then notice a few tiny weevils as well, all on the top of the stove.
Went on the TFZ Facebooking site.
Got the ablutions sorted, and changed ready to go on my hobble to see the Mallards (Anas platyrhynchos Anatidae Anseriformes Aves).
I decided to buy some extra food while I was out, for the Mallards, as I hope to get to visit them over the holiday period, wither at Arnot Hill Park, or the Nottingham Arboretum.
Got the bags ready, checked I had everything, and went to collect the hearing aids from the front room…
I tripped on the carpet and visited the floor. The unfortunate bit about it was my landing on the Picker-Upper stick, and breaking it!
What a schlemiel!
So I added a new Picker-Upper tool on the shopping list!
Set off down to go on the Mallard mission. I met a couple of resident gals, and had a chinwag for a while, before setting out form the foyer and taking this parting shot of all three courts. Woodthorpe, the New Extra Care Unit and Winchester Cathedral… no, I mean Court. Hahaha!
A smidge overcast, but the weather was not too cold.
I set off on my Marathon Hobble, up the gravel path hill, and into Woodthorpe Grange Park.
Anne Gyna kicked off but soon left me when I got on the level ground at the top. Where I spotted two squirrels, seemingly playing on and around a tree. Bootiful!
Not the best of photographs, but I had to take them quickly as soon as they stopped jumping about. Bless them.
This cheered me up.
I got onto Mansfield Road and turned right towards Daybrook.
And found myself singing away as I ambled along.
But not for long.
This Herbert of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist all but hit me as he went by from behind at I estimate, as 20 mph!
I shouted out to the uncaring villain. But his speed was so great there was no chance of his hearing my voice. I had to zoom in to get a shot of him. The Kvetch!
Ten minutes further along the road, and another Herbert came cycling towards me from the other direction on the footpath.
As he got level with me and about three feet away, I just said to him; “Thanks for that, mate!”. In reply, he questioned my parentage with one word! Oh, dear!
The ailments continued to be kind to me, and I got a bit of a pace going.
Unfortunately, I was not quick enough to get a photograph of the next Nottinghamiam PAvement Cyclist who came from behind in a few hundred yards further along the road. He was riding a three-wheeled yellow painted bike, or I should say tricycle, and pulling a trailer behind, also painted yellow. He magically disappeared, too; I know not where!
Eventually, I arrived at the Arnot Hill Park Pond. Where I enjoyed a natter and feeding the Mallards and other types of ducks I’d not seen there before. Temporary immigrant ducks, perhaps? I took these photographs of them.
I walked into Arnold, I had 50-minutes before the next bus home arrives.
So I had a shop around to find the best bird food to stock up on. I called in the Wilko store and got some plain and Niger seeds for the birds, and £6 lighter in the pocket.
Then to the Saver shop, but they still had not got any of the cheapo Haemorrhoid Cream, Lemon Sprays or Strong black bags in stock. Tsk!
Then on to Asda, where I took a leisurely walk around, being tempted to things I could do without well-enough! Schlemiel! I bought mint sauce, vinegar, pickled eggs, a turnip, chestnuts, more bird seed, a packet of Scottish Shorties, a lemon dessert, two bread rolls and some beetroot. I used the self-service tills, but on this occasion needed assistance twice from the lady supervising. Tsk!
It was still too early for the bus home, so I limped to the Fulton Food Store. I came out with some Social Hour raffle prize nibbles, and some beef chunks. Only £4.29 spent in there.
Then I remembered the Picker-Upperer. So I called at the Seacroft Mobility shop. I bought a Revo Reacher 32″. £15 spent on it.
I went to the bus stop and waited for the L9 bus. Got on with the heavy bags, and took out the Crossword book. Cyndy got on later, and I put the crossword book away. I wonderful nattering session and laugh later, we arrived back at the flats. Cyndy offered to carry one of the bags for me. bless her cotton socks. More laughter and gossip as we made our way to the lift. Said my farewells and thanked her, to the apartment and a much-needed wee-wee was taken. Haha!
I put the purchases away. Then checked without opening the lid, on the carrots and peas I’d left on in the slow cooker, looked alright. Got the oven warming and then got on with updating this blog. Put the lamb loin in an oven dish ready to go in the oven later.
Did the Health Checks and medications were taken. Returned to the updating of this post.
For some reason, Duodenal Donald kicked-off.
Got the nosh served up.
Lamb Chump Steaks with lemon and mint. Carrots, peas, pickled gherkins, caramelised beetroot, red and yellow tomatoes. (I added a little extra mint to the lamb and peas).
Two small crusty rolls with some Light Lurpak butter.
And something new to me, a Limoncello Dessert. I enjoyed the meal and the sweet. The lamb was excellent, if expensive. A Flavour Rating of a deserved 9.56/10 given!
Having eaten it all up, not a crumb left on the plate, I went to wash the pots, and read the ingredients of the Limoncello!
Just take a look at the contents listing here, please.
Had I read this beforehand, I might not have bought it. All the same, it did go down well! Even if the largest ingredient was water! Hehehe!
I put on a Jean-Claude Van Damme DVD film that I bought years ago and have not got around to watching. Titled, Double-Team. I still haven’t watched it… I kept dropping off and rewinding. Not that it wasn’t a good film. The odd bits I saw were entertaining and fun. I was just too drained and weary. I gave up, turned everything off and was in the land of Nod in minutes! Ahh, nice!