Thursday 29th November 2018
Croatian: Četvrtak, 29 Studenog 2018
23:25hrs: I woke up in the opposite mental state to yesterday’s hectic, frenetic spate of mental anguish. I was in a sluggish, lethargic, lazy, ‘I don’t want to know’ mode. The mind did not bother me much at all, and I was content with that, lackadaisical really.
I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner like a robot, hardly aware that I had just dragged my outsize, paunchy, plump-stomached body from the chair and struggled up on my feet?
It seemed I was doing and thinking with indeterminateness, with a vague fuzziness? Although I recognised this was happening, I was insouciant about it?
Slowly, very much so, the worries and fretting returned over the next hour or so. It was prompted and helped (not that I wanted them to return and put me back in my usual, unexceptional condition of being anxious, apprehensive and worried over just about everything), by my being distracted by the need of an SSWW (Short Sharp Wee-Wee) arriving. Yet, as the nervousness returned, a sense of a home-coming was felt. Not sure if you can understand that. It might have been better if I’d left it out, to avoid the men in white coats coming for me? Hehe!
Inchies Fungal-Lesion was bleeding this morning, and an icky, painful, messy medicalisationing session had to be tended to. A little annoying, in such that later, when I have my shower, it will all have to be redone again. But at this stage, my usual Worrying Mode had not fully returned, so I seemed little bothered about this at the time.
I spotted just a few odd EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) around the wet room floor, and one live on in the handbasin. I got the bug spray and distributed it all around, then I did the spare room and kitchen, where I found just a few dead ones. Threw away the empty Rentokil can and put another one in its place, a Sanmex brand.
Then it was time to return to the wet room for the Porcelain Throne duties. Considering I’d only had the tiniest of meals last night, I was gobsmacked by the evacuation volume. I antisepticated the hands and contact points, and off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.
The first of the day Sys, Dia, and Pulse results keep dropping each day this week so far. I hope I’m not fading out! Hehehe!
Made a brew of Assam tea and took the medications. I considered taking a Dia-Limit, but after much dithering and procrastinating, I couldn’t decide if this was a good idea or not. Sad, I know!
Got the computer on and updated yesterday’s blog. This took a few hours, a lot of photographs to sort out. The more I did, I seemed to be making less grammatical errors?
I went on Facebooking and got the albums updated, then on to the TFZer site.
I got the ablutions and medicationalisationings done.
Made a start on this diary, then a visit to the WordPress Reader section.
Collated the prizes, nibble box and treats ready to go with me. Black bags to the chute and I was off.
I exited the foyer doors, and oh boy, was it windy out there this morning! Brrr! The odd bit of drizzle fell as I made my way along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering clinic, Jenny’s workplace, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.
The meeting was poorly attended again this week. We all seemed to have a good time nevertheless. Jenny was grafting away looking after us as usual. Cindy and Margaret did give me a song or two, bless ’em. (Along with threats of a clip around my earhole, and the odd aversive stimulus, Hehe!) I got some fun nattering sessions in while handing out the nibbles and raffle tickets.
BJ arrived late as usual, and Margaret and Cyndy shot out of their chairs and mobbed him in greeting! Not that I was jealous, of course. After all, he is taller, younger, braver, more entertaining, more talented, has a car, can afford to take holidays three times a year, he has more hair, is better looking, fitter, healthier, has his hearing, and is 
much more productive and far less accident prone, and more attractive to women than I am… Oh no, it didn’t bother me at all! Don’t think for one minute that it had me envious, covetous, jealous, desirous, or spitting-blood, or that I will not attend the 
Social Hour again just to see the lucky bugger being cuddled and kissed… Oh no! Hehe!
Joking aside, I reckon while I was in there, everyone had a good time and enjoyed themselves. Thanks, Jenny!
I took this shot of Willmott-Dixons Plonk-Brewer and Plant Perambulator Paulius and Innocentest-Ian-Incharge through the window. 
I will have to find time to doctor it later, for the Facebook Willmott Dixon album.
I departed early to catch the bus. Taking this photo in the drizzle of the centre compound and the Extra Care Unit. Doesn’t it look bleak? That’s because it was bleak out there! Haha! The wind continued to blow.
I moved down to take a snap of the bottom part of Woodthorpe Court. If you look hard enough, you should see, Elizabeth (I think), coming out of the lobby and through the metal maze on her way to the bus stop.
I moved along to the bus stop, and the clan of Winwoodanian residents were having the chinwag and laugh between themselves.
I took this quick, zoomed-in photo of Incharge and Paul just as the bus arrived. But Paulius was leaning back in the driving seat, so I didn’t catch him in the frame.
I do so enjoy manipulating these photos for the Willmott Dixon lads. I’m never sure if they see them after they have been done, though.
I dropped off of the L9 bus at the bottom of 
Winchester Street.
As I walked up Mansfield Road towards Carrington, I snapped this shot of both sides of the road. I’m getting confused with the shop situation here. So many closed down retailer units. And yet, new or upgraded ones seem to be opening as well. The butcher’s shop has reopened with a cafe inside! I’ll try to get some 
photographs of it later for you. Three new food eat-in take-aways open now too?
Up and over the hill and down into Carrington I plodded.
The only hassle I had was from the mystery bruises on the left leg and Back-Pain-Brenda. All the other usual pains were being kind to me?
I called into the Sherrington Park Surgery to confirm the time of my blood-test for next Tuesday and asked if the appointment for the Anticoagulation Haemostasis and Deep Vein Thrombosis Unit had arrived yet.
I got the Anticoagulation Therapy record out to write down the time of the appointment on it… and found that I’d written it there last week so I wouldn’t forget it, which I did, of course, I also forgot I’d written it in the first place… Farmisht Eizel!
Out into the windy and now raining as well Carrington, and down to the Carrington Pharmacy. Where I asked the date that I could collect my monthly bag of prescription 
medications. 4th January. I thanked them and waddled up to the Lidl store for a nosey around.
Got some bits for the nibble-box, balsamic cooked beetroot, Assam Tea, potato slices and Sopocka slices.
Paid at the self-serve till without any hassle and out into the wind and wet again.
Caught a bus back to Sherwood, and had a bit of good fortune (No, honestly it does happen to me sometimes! Hehe!) with catching the bus. As I got to the bus stop, the bus arrived. Within minutes I was back at the flats.
I was last to get off of the bus, as I did Bill (William on Sundays) threw a reprimand at me, Gladys scoffed at me and gave them both a chocolate coin for their bus fare. They did laugh, but tutted at the same time? Haha!
The other passenger who’d alighted, shot off in a hurry, to avoid what looked like heavy rain about to fall.
By the time I arrived at the foyer, I could hear the Fire Alarm ringing out with both caretakers standing by the alarm panel. They did not inform me if it was alright to go up or not, but the other people must have, so I assumed it would be okay.
The alarm test is usually done on a Thursday I think?
When I got out of the elevator on the 12th floor, the alarms were still sounding.
Got into the flat and had an SSWW.
Inside the flat, it is impossible for me to hear the alarm ringing, even with the hearing aids in. So I assumed, as my flats alarm was silent, also, if there was a fire, I’m to stay inside the flat as per instructions, unless it is my alarm inside ringing.
I opened the balcony window to take a look and photograph of below.
The rain came in as it fell from the glass and frame, and I trapped my finger in the metal spring sheet on the handle of the window.
This photo shows what I mean when I say the new balcony is light and view-blocking?
Two fire tenders were arriving below, and I could hear another on the way in the distance.
I bet the Fire Service love all of our false alarms. Tsk!
About to close the unwanted wet letting in, view and light blocking thick framed window, I 
spotted activity in a balcony two floors down.
It was the Willmott Dixon Obergruppenführer, presumably preparing someone’s balcony ready for use.
I got the Health Checks done.
Took the medications and started to prepare the nosh.
I spotted some EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) on the kitchen floor. I’m beginning to think I am not going to win the battle against this refugee immigrant cunning army of Weevils.
If they are still here after I’ve nearly killed myself with the bug spray several times every day for five months, and other tenants have now got them, and it is so cold, yet they remain in situ; what do you think the chances are of their taking over the building completely next summer? Humph!
The wind was still howling outside, the poor old trees were taking a right bashing!
I got the nosh served up.
Anya potatoes, mature cheddar cheese, balsamic beetroot, roast dried onions, sliced mushrooms, tomatoes, chestnuts, an apple and a cheesy buttered cob. Oh, and a Limoncello dessert. Ahem!
After digesting the food, I put the washing in the bowl, had another SSWW and fell asleep watching a DVD. Ocean’s Thirteen.
Woke up and did the last Health Checks and medicine taking.
Back in the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner.
Tried again to watch the film, but I found it needed too much concentration for me to understand what was going on in it, talk about convoluted!
I started to watch another old favourite of mine, ‘Changing Lanes’, but nodded off into a deep sleep within minutes. Hey-Ho!
I stirred into imitation life, with the head and mind so active, I swear the cerebrum must have been bubbling, throbbing with over-capacity and close to bursting point! Not that I could recognise any clear thoughts, fears or desires in there, for as fast as an idea or consideration arrived, others would follow immediately, it was like a conveyor belt full of emotions and inclinations. I
Hauling my rotund body with the gone-to-seed floppy extended abdomen out of the recliner, with ease this time, I poddled off for an SSWW. (Short Sharp Wee-Wee). 
Sys, Dia, Pulse and Temperature all down against yesterday’s first checks! 
Computer off I got the right spectacles on, hearing-aids in, a jar for the recycling bin, two black bags for the waste chute, nibble bag and had a last SSWW. Set off out into the drizzly cold morning. 
I took this photograph of Winchester Court, with the Willmott-Dixon lads looking busy on the hoists.
I dropped off of the bus and into the Sainsbury store for a plod around and get some Sourdough bread.
I paid the man on the till, and as I went to walk out of the store.
I arrived at the bus stop later, and stood in the corner of the shelter, in case Shaking Shaun returned.
Caught the bus just in time before the rain poured down.
I pottered about and got the nosh ready. No bother or hassle with this plate preperationing.
Went for an SSWW, and took a look at the mystery leg bruises enigma. Clearing up well now, but how and why they appeared is not clear to me.
The unaccountable for new bruises on the left leg seemed to be much the same as last night, apart from the addition of a new one. Puzzled-Mode Adopted!
On further closer investigation, I realised that there were dozens of tiny baby ones as well. Were they on the wane and had now called up their equivalent of the Hitler Youth to the battle? Or is this a new attack, from a different reserve family army? I had a spraying session of the Raid Bug Killer in all rooms again, coughed a bit, then antisepticated the hands and returned to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.
As I sat down, got Colin Cramps and leg pains of a different sort at the same time. They lasted for a good while, made me jump a bit.
Made a start on making up the medical-dosage pots. Made a brew and updated this post.
Shaun got the balcony finished as far as he could. 
The view through the windows of the doors and balcony looked a little steamy and wet. Haha!
Health Checks, then I got the meal served up.
I got a summoning from the innards to the Porcelain Throne, arrived. I responded.
By the time I’d finished the Porcelain Throne duties, several more of the EIBWBBBs had appeared!
Willmott-Dixon crew seem to be catching up quickly on the upgrading for us on this block.
Up the road and over the hill down towards Carrington and the Sherrington Park Medical Practise, and entered, reporting to the receptionist. 
Up to the traffic lights and down Mansfield Road, on this occasion, I veered left down Huntingdon Street.
I think he nipped into the launderette, they serve hot drinks in there.
Paid my dues, thanked the lady and out and over the road to the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).
As I arrived at the back entrance to the mall, on Glasshouse Street, the sun came out facing me, I tried a shot hoping it might come out like a ‘Moody’ one. Not too bad, was it?
Out of the centre and along Milton Street and over Upper Parliament Street and down and though Clumber Street.
I crossed over to Milton Street, but not like so many other Nottinghamians, I waited for the green walk sign to illuminate first.
A few more folks on this stretch of road.
have a rummage around, I think. Posh trinkets, out of the ordinary stuff. 
The hobble was a decent one, and I was pleased with how it had gone overall. 
Got the nosh sorted. Seasoned baked beans (demerara sugar, mustard, BBQ seasoning, curry powder and balsamic vinegar), which came out superb flavour-wise. The crock-pot cooked mushrooms. Some of the off-cuts of ham, all consumed with some of the fresh bread. Followed by a Limoncello dessert. Which despite its ingredients: Lemon Coulis (21%) [Lemon Juice (36%), Sugar, Water, Candied Lemon Zest (10%) [Lemon Zest, Glucose-Fructose Syrup, Sugar, Lemon Juice], Cornflour, Gelling Agent (Pectin), Preservative (Potassium Sorbate), Flavourings, Lemon Juice from Concentrate, Safflower Extract] , Glucose Syrup , Water , Sponge Biscuits (12%) [Pasteurised Free Range Whole Egg, Wheat Flour, Sugar, Dextrose, Emulsifier (Mono- and Diglycerides of Fatty Acids), Glucose-Fructose Syrup, Raising Agents (Diphosphates, Sodium Carbonates)] , Whipping Cream (from Milk) (9.1%) , Limoncello Liqueur (8.5%) , Mascarpone Cheese (from Milk) (5.3%) , Skimmed Milk Powder, Coconut Oil, Sugar, Marsala Wine, Pasteurised Free Range Egg Yolk, Citrus Fibre, Thickener (Carrageenan), Emulsifier (Mono- and Diglycerides of Fatty Acids), Flavourings, Colour (Carotenes), It tastes great! And an apple. I degusted this meal. A Flavour-Rating of 9.25/10 for this phagomaniac-satisfying effort.
I took another zoomed in shot of the skyline.
00:05hrs: I woke, I think in the middle of a dream. (This is odd for me remembering them so well) I was in a skyscraper office of some sort, and people were floating up outside to the window, where I was supposed to be serving them with drinks? A plane was coming towards the building, and I remember seeing it and taking a swig from a bottle, then realising I was drinking orange juice… I called out “Cut”, “I should be drinking alcohol here…” Someone hit me on the head with a clapper-board and told me I was sacked! I shouted to everyone that I was going to throw myself out of the window. The people outside helped me through the window and clapped as I flailed about on my descent to the pavement waiting below, I landed on an old-style American Yellow Cab. Very weird? I made up this graphic from memory as best I could later to go on here.
As I fumbled about getting my voluminous, onerous hog-like belly and torso free of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, and got my footwear on, I realised that the left little toes corn was now worked its way through the new slippers! I can’t understand it, it’s not as if they were cheap from the Poundland Shop, I bought these from the Shoe Zone, paying £4.99 for them, too! And the label said they were Grade A Quality, made in Taiwan. And they are only a few months old. Hehehe! Oh, the wit is flowing now, I do feel a lot better moodwise this morning, I have to say. 
Washed up the dandies, and off on patrol. A right assortment of bugs was collected on my Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles (EIBWBBBs) reconnoitring seek and destroy mission. 
I tended to the Health Checks and took the medications. The bug killer in the picture on the right is not part of my drugs. Hehe!
Got on the computer on the 1959 model of the 1963 Hopewells G-Plan cabinet in which the doors no longer open, the drawers stick sometimes, the shelves are rotting, and the polish is rapidly dulling and scratched. Donations appreciated! Hehehe!
. I noticed how bad the floor had gotten with all the Rentokill, Raid and Sanmex bug killer spray that had been used. So, I got down on my knees with a cloth and kitchen towels with the Poundland shop bought Dettol hard-surface cleaner spray and had a good clean up. Dried it off with the towels.
This proved to be a trying and painful job for me. Well, I say that; the cleaning was not too stressful at all… It was the trying to get back up on my feet afterwards, that was to prove the most arduous, fatiguing, almost gruelling part of the task. So, my being a good boy and cleaning up, cost more hassle from Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and Reflux Roger, who all joined in the attack on me with Shaking Shaun. Still, yer don’t like complaining does yer. Haha!
Nosh prepared. 
Tripping over the slippers en route and clouting my elbow against the edge of the door. (I believe I might have uttered a silent ‘Fancy that’ to myself) Tsk! I got settled on the Throne, and I’m glad to report that things moved a little easier than yesterday. Also, I could only find ten or so EIBWBBBs (Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles), all tiny ones and dead. But I did not allow myself to feel upbeat or over-confident. These little mites have fooled me in the past… often!
I tended to the Health Checks and took the medications.
Got nosh served up.
Nipped to the wet room, for another LLWW, Tsk!
The evacuation was like I imagine Intrusive Magma would be inside a volcano! Dense and hot! I’ll have to get to the doctors, I’ll Email them for an urgent appointment. I’ll do it now. Back in a bit. Done it. That was not a pleasant experience, bleeding too. Ah-well!
The results, again, apart from the weight, all looked good to me.
The view from the kitchen window was its usual self. But with the moon unseeable today. Perhaps more mist and fog is due?
Had a gander at the Nottingham Weather forecast. No mention of mist or fog on it.
Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. 
Dropped off in Arnold called in two shops to try and get some foot spray. Boyes and the Saver Store. But neither had any in stock.
I finished off the tilling, paid up, and by then I had missed the bus. So, I took a walk up Front Street. 
down the road, I could see an emergency ambulance up on the pavement.
Rides, stalls and mobile takeaways were setting up. 
I made my way to the L9 bus stop on High Street.
Prepped the plate with the cold food, slice of pork pie, gherkins, tomatoes, sliced apple and shredded beetroot and ham offcuts. Added the potatoes and peas when cooked.
I got out the weekly dosage pots from the drawer, and dang-me, I’d missed taking yesterday mornings and last nights medications! Grumph! What a Yold! I imagine that this was due to all of Wednesday’s Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas? I took this morning’s and had a stern word or two with myself about being a right pillock-brain again!
The results, all sadly apart from the weight, were within the required range I think. I suspect that the scales are playing up or broken. Hehehe! 
Got the computer going, and checked the Goodge Calendar first job. 
I took a photograph of the moon, using the night scene option, it took 30 seconds to record the picture. The white scar mark to the left as you look at the moon was an airliner, but think I didn’t hold the camera steady enough and it came out like a scratch in the sky. Tsk! 
I’d better get the ablutions done early today before the deliveries arrive. 
I sprayed all around with the ‘Raid Bug Killer’ with a cough-inducing guarantee. Hehe!
0610hrs: The Morrison delivery arrived.
I put the bits away and restocked the Social Hour nibble bag.
Made a brew, noticing how the mist had descended.
page double-sided questionnaire!
With all due care I could muster, I made sure that the two addresses were the same.
Then made my way back to the flats and the wet room for an SSWW.
I caught Willmott-Dixons Plonk-Brewer and Plant Perambulator Paulius on his tractor come fork-lift near the centre Extra Care Flats compound. Right
.A decent couple of lads.
Down to move the stuff into the dryer, taking a recycling bag down with me. 
Removed and folded my washing, cleaned the drum and filter, passed wind and returned up to the apartment.
Hobbled along Woodborough Road and right down Mapperley Rise.
At the junction of Winchester Street. Sherwood Rise and Chestnut Walk, a Nottingham City Homes van came out, as I was taking a rest break.
that to me.
I got some McCains chips in the oven and made up some buttered wholemeal flatbread sandwiches with the ham off-cuts.
By the time I had risen to my feet, Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger both kicked-off at the same time. I made for the medicine drawer in the kitchen, to take the morning doses with an extra Omeprazole, codeine phosphate and a great-guzzle of the 
At least the results for this session had gone way done. And the sphygmomanometer worked first time as well!
I lost all interest in anything. (Found out later I’d missed the medication doses as well. Humph! 
Got the continental brown bread, the lemon dessert and a bottle of lemon and lime spring water, and back to the £300 second-hand recliner with the tray, to gobble it all up.
The evening sky was worth a picture taking of it, I thought.
I spotted the odd Evil Ironclad boll weevil biting beetle on the flooring of the wet room. All dead.
In the spare room, I could only find a few baby evil Ironclad boll weevil biting beetles. Worryingly, though tiny, they were live ones.
To the kitchen, I only found three weevils in there. One a live one.
The note I’d left on the TV screen reminded me about the early morning appointment I requested for my blood test appointment, was for 0700hrs!
Got the computer going and updated the Excel Warfarin blood test page.
Dropped two black bags down the waste chute on the way out.
I got some bits from the shop, Croissants, bread, cooked Polish meats, and a few potatoes.
Rushed as best I could, out into the rain and got to the bus stop shelter. The L9 was due in two minutes, according to the electronic signboard. So I only just made it in time. The L9 arrived fifteen minutes later. 
stopped again, and Roy from the flats got on, and I took this cunningly clandestine snap of him as he did so. Haha!
I put some seasoned sliced potatoes in the oven.