Friday 7th December 2018
Tamil: வெள்ளிக்கிழமை 7 டிசம்பர் 2018
00:10hrs: I bestirred, the head full of memories of my hilarious nocturnal eidolons. Of course, these recollections soon faded into the ether, as is the necessary way with dreams. I fortunately had as I usually do, a notepad and pen on the Ottoman (formally known in this household as the Toe-Stubber, Hehe!) at the side of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner. The things I scribbled down, although mostly unreadable by the time I got around to creating this post, were invaluable as memory prompters.
My nighttime deleria seemed to have contained moments or incidents of hallucinations, all euphorically tempered, with such pleasure and contentment, like never before! I was able to think of things and people, and they appeared in front of me connected with my thoughts? I could float around, I think I was in a giant cave of some sort… people I’ve have known I had conversations that were all a joy to me… I did things I have not been able to do for donkey’s years in these visions. Suzanne, Dad and other people I worked with, were amongst the many visitors I summoned up. Without questions, this was one the most frolicsome, jovial, convivial and satisfying dreams I’d had, ever!
Coping with the realisation that it was all phantasmagoric and illusory, brought down my dispositional status a tad. Tsk!
My minds thoughts were soon moved on from the daydreaming of my night’s ‘La La Land’ dreaming, onto my sudden and urgent need to remove my body from the recliner and get to the Porcelain Throne post haste! The evacuation went well, no bleeding or messy leaking for once. Got a rinse and because I could see a couple of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles), I adopted my Seek & Destroy Mode, pocketed two cans of bug killer, and went on a reconnaissance and perlustration mission to assess the state and strength of the Weevil army this morning.
I sprayed and searched each of the rooms, with odd results.
Only six of the beasts were found. But, they were all much bigger than usual. I made this picture of the prisoners and where they were found. The fact that they were well spread around the apartment indicated to this seasoned EIBWBBB Battling of buggers that they might be in the process of increasing their numbers? After I had got things sorted out an ready to start doing my Health Checks, I spotted dozens of tiny baby Weevils on the kitchen floor, underneath my medical stock cabinets. They are planning something, the devious little devils! Cunning Chicanery is afoot! I can sense it!
Took the morning medications and got the Health Checks completed.
The results were okay. Perhaps the Sys was a little high, but it’s been a lot worse.
With the INR level coming back as so high, I expect things like this to happen until the level comes back down to near normal.
This reminded me, I have to take care not to have any bangs, bruises or cuts, well, extra attention while the risk of bleeding so quickly is still lurking. Also, to wrap up well when I go out, cause with the blood so thin, I always feel the cold a lot more than usual. However, ailment-wise I cannot complain, though, this good day. Mentally is another questions. Hehehe!
I could hear what sounded like running water or steam escaping? I had a looked around, but found nothing that could be causing it. Opened the window, but it didn’t seem very windy, the rain was falling, yes, but unless it is pouring down I can’t hear it usually, and it seemed light?
I got on with updating the Thursday blog and got it posted off, all within three hours, which was not bad.
I got some of the soya lumps soaking in water with balsamic vinegar, to get ready for adding them to the crock-pot.
0530hrs: Made a start on this post then, got up to here and decided to update the Facebook photo albums and next on to the TFZer site.
0750hrs: Got the Facebooking finished. Phew!
Wash the tea mug, and took a shot through the kitchen window, of the weather waiting for me outside. Oh, heck!
I checked the soya and added it to the mushrooms, turnip and black eye beans in the slow-cooker. Added some pork gravy granules and a drop more balsamic vinegar, oregano and onion salt. Set it on auto, put the lid on and hoped for the best, it would turn out okay later.
I poddled to get the ablutions done.
While I was shaving, a dirty great big EIBWBBB came out from behind the tap, and I felt he/she was mocking me, laughing at me! Probably an intelligence observer for the Weevil army? Foolishly I let to his get to me and took a quick swipe at the Weevil with the Bic throw away razor which was in my hand, and the plastic broke, sending the bladed end flying somewhere, I heard it bouncing, pinging off of things. But I still have yet to find it? I got another razor to replace it, but remain befuddled over two things, first the thing breaking in the first place, and secondly, where the hell did the ginormous Weevil get to? Oy Yey!
All clean and freshened up, I took a recycling bag and two black waste bags with me. Dropped the trash down the chute, and tool the white bag down and out to the caretaker’s door.
The drizzle drizzled, as drizzle does, and I made my way 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, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus and Rumourmongering Clinic, Portakabin. There were several young men from Nottingham City Homes, preparing for the Question and Answer session later on. I recall thinking how sickening it was, the fact that each one was younger, fitter, better looking, taller, had hair and were smarter than I was. But the feeling faded later when I remembered they all had to work for a living! Hahaha!
The rain steadied down, and after a natter, laugh and found they liked my blog, I went out to join some other residents at the bus stop. Shirly, Mary and Big John with others. Cyndy and Margaret joined us later, but not in time for a natter, as the buses arrived.
We were soon in town, and I dropped off to go to Batteryman stall on Clinton Street West.
I asked if he could change the battery and watch strap for me. Through gritted teeth, I got a muttered answer which I assumed was of a positive nature, as he put out his hand for me to give him my watch. He would not change the battery cause the watch was still going? I counted the time on the clock behind him, it took him 2m 10 seconds to put on the strap and ask me for £10. What a plonker I am! I just paid £10 for a watchstrap for my second-hand watch that cost me £2! Klutz!
I went into the Poundland shop next to the stall. Came out with Mallard food, a pork pie, gloves, and a bobble cap.
I paid and made my way along Upper Parliament Street, where this chap reminded my of Candid Camera stunt played so many years ago. Funny how some things can trigger thoughts.
Like these Nottiinghamian pedestrians wandering uncaringly across the pelican lights (cross-walk in America, I think?).
These lights have to my knowledge, had five accidents at this junction in the last month. Tsk!
Still, must be expected I think. What with mobile phones being used, some people inebriated and Christmas shopping, I forecast many more traffic accidents again this month.
I turned into Clumber Street and fought my way through to the Sports Direct shop, intent on going upstairs to see if they had any suitable long sleeve shirts for me to buy.
A bit of good luck here, I went the right way through the displays for once and came across a selection of what had on the labels: Lee-C Crew Swtr SnC98 80% Off –
£34.99 Now £6.99. I got carried away and bought six of them! The bags were getting heavier now, again, and the bank balance, lighter. Oy Vey!
I had a walk down to High Street. Went into the Exchange Shopping Arcade for a shortcut to keep out of the rain that had started. Again, some units had closed down. So sad. But as I spotted in a shop on the right, they were offering a Special Offer on some Doc Martin boots, a 10% discount for Students. Which meant that the Jaden Glitter boots at £159 could be had for only £146.10… no wonder shops are closing down. Tsk! But as you see, it’s not been busy for years!
Got the brolly up, and hobbled by the slab square with its numerous new food stalls and amusement, to the other Poundland shop. As the other one did not have any of the Ritz Salt & Vinegar thins in stock.
I came out with some unneeded stuff for the nibble box, and two packets of the Ritz Thins.
Paid at the self-serve tills, but the machine would not take my card. A lady came, and she could not get it to either. Eventually, after three more tries, it worked. I just hope I don’t find out I’ve paid three times?
Back through the slab square, with its many Merry Nottinghamians, looking sour and glum as they realise the prices being asked by the stall holders, I think
The Ice Mountain, I found out, is only open at night when the lights and imitation snow show up well. Two runs down for £3 the poster said.
Later on, I found a photograph on the Nottingham Post of a girl on the ride.
They call it a toboggan run.
She certainly seems to be enjoying it, bless her cotton socks.
Time to catch the L9 bus now.
I managed to get my severely obese body through the crowds of gay abandoned cheerful, happy Nottinghamians, and up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop.
No one from the flats got on en route which is rare.
As the bus went up Porchester Road before turning down Moore Road, I attempted to get some photographs of the multitude of houses and estates in the distance.
The first one I took came out with a blank background, not showing what I was looking at, at all. Grumph!
The next effort was at the junction of Longbeck Avenue, but this was a little too far down, and I still missed the scenic view. Although if you look at some of the dwellings closely, they can be seen.
Still, not too bad cause the bus was moving and I was taking them through the windows.
If I can think of any more excuses, I’ll add them later. Haha!
Back at the flats, hellos, sarcasm’s, insults and laughs were shared with some of the residents getting on, as I got off of the bus.
I took three photographs of Winwood Heights in the gloomy weather. Winchester Court, the unnamed new Extra Care block being built and my beloved Woodthorpe Court.
I got in and put the purchases away. Had an SSWW. I did the Health Checks and medication taking.
A quick EIBWBBB check produced two in the wet room and one in the kitchen. What’re their tactics? Plans?
Checked the crock-pot with the soya, mushrooms and turnips coming along nicely. Going to have a few chips with this stew (or whatever it should be called?) methinks.
Updated this blog to here, and updated the Facebook photo albums.
Got the last Health Checks done, and the nosh prepared.
I tried the soya chunks, seasoned with balsamic vinegar and pork gravy, with mushrooms. Black eye beans and turnips. I added tomato puree and oregano.
No idea what it will be like, but here goes.
Got it served up. I shall not bother with having the soya again I think. It was bland tasting despite the flavourings I’d thrown at it. Although it was inspired by Jenny’s chilli, it lacked her skills in cooking. Tsk!
Everything else made up for the soya failure, the beans, mushrooms and turnips came out delicately flavoursome.
As I washed the pots, the darkness lifted outside for a while, and I could not resist trying to get a shot of the houses and dwellings in front of the flats.
They look almost like they are modelled miniatures houses, do you think?
I did the Health Checks, imbibed the medications and rubbed in the creams and lotions. And off for an SSWW to the wet room
Where I trod on the previously magically-disappeared broken-off bit of the Bic razor! A spot of luck though, all the same, no bleeding caused! Just a painful welt. Oy Vey!
Took me while sort myself out, then back to the kitchen.
Where I found the lighting had changed dramatically. Suddenly it had gone all dark and foreboding.
I got settled into my £300 second-hand rusty tattered recliner. With the intentions of watching some TV programmes that looked to be of interest.