I really did enjoy my hobble out to the Tropical Garden, yesterday
There were some plants and flowers without any signs of details on them of what they were called etc. But the beauty of them needed recording on on my camera, I thought.
I added some nature photographs taken on my walk to the park as well. Bootiful!
On the way there, I was pleased with this one. Catching the leaves in the wind!
Nearly lost my feet in the rain-soaked soft mud under the leaves. Hehe!
Entering the small garden
Unidentified plant?
Unidentified plant?
Unidentified plant?
Goldfish and carp in the pond
I hope you enjoy them as much as I did. TTFN.
Ah, well, at least I was up and awake now. I decided to carry out an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle assessment patrol. Collected a full can of Santex Bug Killer and went on my sentinelic tour. With great assiduity, I checked everywhere.
Took the medications, and sorted the next two weeks dosage pots out.
Then started to update and finished off the Saturday blog.
Got as far as up to here on this page, and went to get the laundry duties done. By ‘eck it smells rotten in the laundry room!
Down to the washing room. Someone had dumped two large bags of general rubbish in the laundry room bin. 
Had a look at the notice board.
Down yet again to collect the washing from the dryer. 
there something awful.
Woodthorpe Court building. 
I pressed on, going through the trees up towards the Tropical Garden.
No ailments were bothering me. Scary, I know!
I left and hobbled down to the park walkway, to avoid the mass of leaves and slipping over the mud beneath.
By the time I’d walked on for about three hundred yards or so, the sun retired temporarily, and it started to look decidedly bleak for a while.
The sky lightened a little, and I took the photo of Winwood Heights on the left, from the top of the gravel path.
The cold nosh was prepared.
This manoeuvre proved to be a bad choice. Unbenowst to me (Well, I’d forgotten about it!), I had earlier left the DVD remote control and an open tube of Phorpain Gel laying on the quilt when I must have fallen asleep, or maybe in a nocturnal eidolon? The remote hit me on the head and the medical gel self-dispensed itself down my neck and chest. So I gave it a good rubbing in. Hehe!
I removed my body from the recliner and made my way to the wet room. The evacuation went alright.
While in there, I picked a new bag of the PPs to move into the wet room for later use.
The sphygmomanometer took a couple of tries before it worked.
I had a look out if the unwanted new kitchen window with its light and view-blocking thick plastic surrounds and wide sticking out ledge outside that stops one looking down without sticking the camera at arm’s length… got carried away there, sorry… Apparently, the rain had been pouring while I was asleep. Which wasn’t for long enough. I felt like I’ve not had any kip, I was so weary. Poor old thing. Hahaha!
I made another brew, hoping to get it drank this time. Got the computer going to get this Diary started off.
Will I ever be free, of these annoying, uninvited, came in when the windows were installed Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles?
Got the nosh prepared, feeling more and more drained as I did so. (Poor old thing!)
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.
Back to the kitchen to make a brew of tea.
Went on the TFZ Facebooking site.
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!
This cheered me up.
This Herbert of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist all but hit me as he went by from behind at I estimate, as 20 mph!
Ten minutes further along the road, and another Herbert came cycling towards me from the other direction on the footpath.
So I had a shop around to find the best bird food to stock up on. 
Then I remembered the Picker-Upperer. So I called at the Seacroft Mobility shop. I bought a Revo Reacher 32″. £15 spent on it.
Got the nosh served up.
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!
While on the Porcelain Throne, I had a perusal to see if I could spot any of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles. There was, on a later closer investigation, only 
three infant weevil carcasses found. I still gave the place deep spraying with the Rentokil Bug Killer. 
Made another mug of tea. 
Watched Motoring accident videos on YouTube, then went to get the ablutions done.
precisely the same time.
Got the cold nosh prepared.
Some more of the bird-poo encrusted support scaffolding was being removed.
0010hrs: The hotchpotch of mind-hassling gallimaufries returned as I woke up. It would be easier and quicker to tell you the things I was not worried about, fearing or concerned over that invaded the grey-cells. Of course, as is usual when this happens to me, there were no solutions, decisions, clarifications or explications available to me. The rambunctious cogitabund; merely left me in a more nervous and confused state than ever! Tsk!
returned with a cunning two-pronged surprise Counter Attack! An adult platoon of Weevils was scattered around the holes in the wet room sealant. Luckily I was still keeping a Sanmex Bug Killer spray in each room. A swift spray around, and then I noticed some more of the varmints behind the WC bowl…
Then into the spare room on an evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle hunt! Spray in hand!
Got the nosh prepared. A cold one, an imitation salad of sorts.
Did the washing up, as the sky darkened suddenly, and the rain poured down later on.
I took the opportunity, to make an upward photo of the bottom of the hoist above.
0000hrs: I stirred this morning to find a distinct lack of confusion in my mind; I seemed concentrated much more than usual, the main theme going thought the grey-cells was the INR blood test being at 0750hrs! And, I must not forget this and get carried away doing anything else. 
Confidently, I set off on an evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol. There were just three dead infant ones in the wet room. The kitchen produced only two dead infant bodies. 
Started on this post. Then off to get the ablutions done. Too early to take the bags to the chute. 
I got into 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 location, and residents porta-cabin. A few folks in there, one spoke to me, and I realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Back to the block and up to the apartment and got them in the earholes. Back down again. What a Meshugener, I am. I’m getting a mite fed-up with myself! Haha!
On Winchester Street, I got an update on the Mystery Boots. They were a different position yet again. Hehe!
Sorry. I struggled on getting gloomier by the minute if you must know. Hehehe!
The next piece of Nottinghamian Street Art was in the Sherwood Vale, bus shelter.
Down towards the main road, I came across some Nottinghamian Street Art provided for us by nature.
Onto Mansfield Road and up the hill towards Carrington.
Up over the hill and down into Carrington, I saw this plant growing over some wooden fencing. I took the picture because it reminded me of Christmas. 
I felt a bit sorry for the motorists in the traffic queue trying to get into town at the Carrington lights. 
On my way walking back into Sherwood, I had not gone more than 100yds and was taking a photo of another failed business in the row of Carrington shops, and a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist rode into my vision. 
A few hundred yards further along Mansfield Road and another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came at me at high speed.
I kid you not, but a little further on near Church Drive another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came by me from behind, allowing only a foot or so between his bike and me as he did so.
It got worse, then! Yet another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was free-wheeling it down the hill towards me!
Then, I’d still got the camera in my hand, a young girl appeared from around the chap in the photo, making him jump.
Back-Pain-Brenda was a lot easier, Shaking Shaun was coming less often now, but Hippy Hilda (I forgot to mention her to Nurse Nichole, Huh!) was a little persistent!
The traffic jam in the town lane started to lengthen even further along, backed up over the hill.
I got into Sherwood and started on the climb up Winchester Street Hill.
As I got to the last steep part of the hill, I noticed that the Nottinghamian Street Art from 3rd November, ‘The Meat Pie Carrier bag’ display Haha! Was still on show, a few yards further down the hill than the one (on the left) from last Saturday. 
Todays updated artwork, (photograph on the right) had the now topless pies all upside down and out of the bag.
I could have done without the vans and cars parking up on the pavement again! I struggled to get through with the bag. But, I can understand the driver’s problems. If they park correctly on the road, then the bus cannot get through? Hey-ho!
I went to make a mug of tea, and had a look down from the unwanted needing more cleaning, light & view-blocking kitchen window, that I been given no keys for the locking safety mechanism, and only two for the four actual locks, and noticed these two birds in the lower field. Took this zoomed-in shot of them.
Got the nosh prepared and served up.
I manipulated the vastness of my stomach and torso from the £300 second-hand recliner without any Accifauxpas. A rare for me,
I smidge nippy when I opened the new unwanted light and view-blocking kitchen window to take this photo on the left. Hello, is that a free car parking space I see down there?
carcasses in the wet-room, none in the spare room and none in the kitchen.
Up to the flat and updated this section.
What a picklement! The end machine was still not working, I assume the Management Oberstgruppenführeresses know about this, but I’ll mention it if I see them later, just in case. I opened the dryer I had my clothes in, and they were still so damp!
Made another brew of tea and got on with updating this blog.
Got the ablutions tended to, all refreshed I set out, dropping off two bags for the waste chute en route.
I began a little hobbling session around of the City Centre area.
I crossed over the tram line decorated Fletcher Gate, not far from where the shooting incident took place at the weekend.
Passing a street-sleeper with his dog, and the Big Issue Seller with his Pit-bull like looking animal.
d Albert Street. Where the stabbings took place in October.
A limp up Friar Lane, passing the closed down Chinese Food shop, the shut-down Boots Opticians, the bankrupt Hearing Centre, the relocated Co-op Bank, the Indian Restaurant that I have never seen any customer in, and the abandoned Newspaper shop. 
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Down to the slab-square. Where some entertainment for Christmas I assume, was being erected.
I spotted an imitation Policeman as I walked through South Parade. He was stood out of the way under the alcove at the front of Bet Fred shop. Sensible lad!
I turned down left into Long Row, and was greeted with the Helter Skelter being prepared for the seasonal festivities.
sped around her. Git!
Ah, I took a zoomed in shot of the alley, and now see that they have not made it pay! One of the units was up for let! Poor devils!
Little John clock and housing, things changed… I instantly started getting, curled lips, scowls, intimidating glares, dirty-looks and 
Shattered entirely when I got in. No updating of this diary, too tired.
I nodded off in the computer swivel chair! Klutz! I found it mind-bogglingly miraculous how I didn’t topple out of the seat! Mind you, it was a close call when I sprang awake, but somehow, I evaded leaving company with the swivel chair. So I saved everything on the computer and made my way (all two steps, hehe!), to the £300 second-hand sometimes sticking recliner, lay down, eased it back and was off again into the land of Nod in seconds. 
Firstly, a hobbled to have a look at the Mystery Boots situation.
informing people that there was a Fire Assembly Point behind the metal fences cutting off the area that used to be grassed, but was now… well, I’m not sure.
Brenda, and took a picture of Woodthorpe Court.
Served up the nosh.