Monday 12th November 2018
Basque: Astelehena, Azaroak 12, 2018
0025hrs: As I stirred into mock-life, I really did think I’d been asleep for just a few minutes and had woken with a start. Slowly the brain joined me, and I found that I had been sleeping for around four hours; but I still felt so tired, I decided to close my eyes, and determined to get back into the land of Nod. But the mornings agrypnotic summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, thus ending any hopes I had of getting a little more rest and recuperation.
The valedictory parting of the overly-avoirdupois stomached torso was relatively easy today. Off to the wet room, and onto the Throne. T’was a messy evacuation that needed a lot of cleaning up after. Tsk! During which, I only found one of the evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles in the room. Aha, are they weakening, or plotting up another counter-attack plan?
I decided to have a reconnoitre around for an assessment of the Weevil population this morning.
The results: Wet room; Just one live weevil.
The Spare room: Five carcases, one live one.
Kitchen: Two dead, and many tiny ones amongst them.
Front Room: Two live ones behind the curtains.
I still sprayed each room with the ‘Raid Bug Killer’, though.
Had a wee-wee, put the kettle on, and needed another wee-wee. Very short-sharp ones. The smaller ‘after being lasered’ bladder, might have an infection or something. I noticed yesterdays liquid release visits seemed to be getting more often and releasing less and less each time.
Washed the hands with antiseptic disinfectant, and got the sphygmomanometer and thermometer to do the Health Checks.
Got the computer started and updated the Excel INR Heath Check results, to take with me tomorrow to Nurse Nichole at the anticoagulation blood test.
Off for another short-sharp wee-wee. I’ll stop mentioning these, or wee-wees might fill the page. Hehehe!
I have to remember to fetch the Prescriptions from the chemist later on. I can call in Lidl at the same time and get some rolls and be sneered/tuttered at and insulted by their staff. Well, it seems to keep them happy!
I made a start on this blog up to here, then got the not so sad as usual Sunday diary updated. Then made a post about the Woodthorpe Grange Park Tropical House Visit. Three hours spent on them, but I do enjoy doing them.
Had a short-sharp-wee-w… Oh no, I’m not mentioning these am I. Hehe!
I got the things needed, the bag with the brolly and a spare bag for use after the Lidl visit, camera in the jacket pocket, etc. Correct spectacles on my head, hearing aids inserted, black waste bags to drop down the rubbish chute on the way out and then got the ablutions tended to. Little inchies Lesion had been bleeding a lot.
Shaved, showered and medicated in various regions of the baby-elephantine wobbly body, and set off out.
Not many folks about out there this morning, especially for a Monday. A few of the Willmott-Dixon lads, but not a single tenant to be seen anywhere.
I arrive in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Sanctions decision-taking office. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus Portakabin.
Inside were just four male residents, who I greeted with cheery ‘Good morning all’; no responses heard. I tried to make a conversation, they all walked out. Hehehe!
I joined them later at the bus stop, where a ganglet of Winwood Heights prisoners… no, residents, (Haha!) had amassed to catch a bus to town or Arnold. Shiela and hubby, Angela and Roy with Welsh William (there is a possibility I might have got some of the names wrong, memory terrible and all that, Tsk!) sat next to me on the bus, and we had a laugh. I got the best laugh when I got up to get off at the bottom of Winchester Street. I was sat on one of the side-saddle seats, and as I grabbed a pole to help pull myself up, I said something like: “I will now give you a pole dancing display!” They could not help but laugh! I love it when I can create a bit of happiness and a laugh for folks!
Onto Mansfield Road and a hobble into Carrington. Which went very well, with little hassle from the ailments.
Even Back-Pain Brenda, Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were in a good mood with me. The plates-of-meat stung a bit, but no moaning from me this morning.
As I limped along, this customary Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist shot by me from behind.
The git came close enough to me to cause me a moments nervousness.
It’s not as if there was any traffic on his side of the road that he had to be scared of, is it?
Hobbling down the hill, near the car showrooms, I found a piece of Nottinghamian Street-Art with a difference on the pavement. An unopened pot of Tesco Egg and Spinach?
I plodded on down to the chemist, where I collected the bag of prescriptions from a lovely new young Asian lady, I got the idea she might have been a student, no idea why, but I did. Thanked her and handed a few nibbles for the staff.
More shop units closed down. This one had moved into an Off-Licence and newspaper shop, further up the road.
Then into the Lidl store and had a ferret around. Trying to find some of the Italian cooked chestnuts, eventually finding out they had none in stock. I met Angela and Roy (fellow tenants) who were shopping as well. Had a chinwag for a minute. On to the self-serve check-outs. Where a new member of staff, signalled to me that till was free, and put my items through for me! The young man sounded Eastern European judging by his accent, nice lad. But I fear he will not last long at Lidl, with their phobia of having helpful staff! I came out with two bread rolls, a cheese twist, small potatoes, extra-strong cheddar cheese, tomatoes, a bottle of fresh orange juice and chestnut mushrooms. Thanked the lad, and out to the bus stop to get back into Sherwood. Which looked a little deserted to me?
I called in the Post Office shop and made a bit of a Whoopsiedangleplop. I bought another pot of mushrooms, somehow forgetting that I’d already bought one at Lidle! Klutz! The shop had some Scottish Shorties on sale, two for a pound – but only had one left on the shelf! So I bought a packet of Shortcake biscuits to get the offer. Which was really stupid, I thought afterwards)
Then I called into the store. Where, I am sure I must have had a funny turn, dizzies or something. Because I came out with a large bag of TVP (Textured Vegetable Protein), nowadays called SPC (Soya Protein Chunks)! Why I needed or wanted these was beyond me, I must be losing it! Also, I’d bought some French Chestnuts in a small jar… and foolishly paid £3.50 for the privilege of buying them!
What a silly-old Plonker!
I even confused myself by getting these chestnuts?
I paid up and got myself up to the bus stop, where I was happy to meet up with Angela and Roy again.
More chinwagging and laughter ensued.
Caught the bus back to the flats.
Angela and Roy went 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 Portacabin.
I hobbled back to the apartment, taking this photographicalisation of some Willmott-Dixon workers in the centre Extra Care Unit compound.
I can doctor this one later for a fun graphic.
I got in the building and didn’t see a soul on my way up to the flat. Where I had an urgently needed and slightly longer short-sharp wee-wee. Hehe!
I unpacked the purchases and tackled the long job of sorting out the medication prescriptions.
Did the midday Health Checks.
Then got the fodder prepared, another salad style one. But very tasty, and I put too much out on the plate, so about a third of it wasn’t consumed. Fool!
I particularly enjoyed the mushrooms and turnip I’d cut and boiled with some balsamic vinegar.
I’m afraid I was overcome with fatigue a lot earlier today than usual.
I watched another of the DVD films, Claude Van Damme’s ‘The Shepherd”. Well, I say I watched it, I almost did! I kept nodding-off so often, I gave up before the ending of the film. Sad innit?
I remember thinking about getting the pots washed, and that was it… I succumbed to the weariness, and off into the land of Nod! Waking later, and doing the Health Checks I’d missed. Then off again… Zzzz!