The staff that Willmott Dixon takes on? Hehe!
Monday 10th December 2018
Ukrainian: Понеділок, 10 грудня 2018 р
I made these pictures on the left of the spotty Muldoon left hand, showing how I think, the red blobs are now getting lighter and fewer over the last three days?
I went straight to the spare room and gathered the bag of laundry and required appurtenances, had an SSWW. Got dressed and down to the laundry room.
Took the outer clothes off, I may well have been tempted to kick the cat if I had one. Joking! Hehe!
Still, on the bright side, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis had both departed from yesterday’s attacks and was leaving me alone.
When I got around to creating this post, I was tickle-pink with how accidentally I’d got the lens and camera in the reflection on the top part of the sphygmomanometer.
Which needed three tries, for it to work for me.
This morning’s reading s were far better than the weekend’s first tests. I made a brew, took the medications and got the computer going and updated lasts weeks and today’s Health Checklists on Excel.
No demands for the Porcelain Throne yet today? There were many cases of SSWW visits, though.
I set about updating the terrible tribulation troubles of the Sunday diary. Got it finished off and posted to WordPress. Went on the Reader Section, and read a comment, I’d have more, but only the one came in. Haha!
I considered going back down to see if the laundry machines were free, but felt too idle, lazy and irritated to bother.
An SSWW was taken, made another brew and got on with beginning this post.
I reckon I can blame last night’s seasoned home-made beans for the putrescent smell? I might leave out the garlic next time I try to make anything like this again.
I checked the weather to see if it looked like rain for my planned mini-hobble.
Got the ablutions tended to. Just one Weevil seen in the wet room, but he/she was dead. Things were looking up, Weevil-War-wise?
After a good shave, teggies were done, showering, ear-hole-freeing-of-wax, and medicationalisationalistic duties were all performed, I felt a lot better in myself.
Sorted three black bags of waste and one large white bag of recyclable materials and wrapped them up. Took the small bags to the rubbish chute and deposited them. Back to the flat, and started ferreting about making sure I had left nothing that should be off, and mutatis mutandis, thing off, that should be on. I think? Hehe! All looked good, taps, stove, lights doors etc. checked.
Got the shopping bag with the Mallard food, pigeon fodder, hearing aid batteries, umbrella, nibbles and Christmas pressies to hand out, crossword book, notepad, and spare glasses in it. The pockets held the bus-pass, bank card, pens, camera, mobile phone, and £32,150.00 in spending money… Only jesting!
As I departed, Some more of the Willmott Dixon fencing had been removed. They must be getting close to finishing the outside of Woodthorpe Court, now.
I took this shot of the frontage of the 45 flatted new Winwood Extra Care block and Stabsfeldwebeless Wardens Nuclear Fallout Shelter and Stun-Gun safe, and Holding Cells, block. Hahaha! They seem to be making decent progress on it now.
I greeted a few of the Willmott Dixon lads as I passed on my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s 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, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.
Angel Gould, Olympic Arbitration Champion, financial advisor to Angelina Jolie and Nottingham City Homes Obergruppenführeress Patch Commander was passing in her Rolls Royce and stopped to talk to me. She would talk to me later in the hut.
I got inside the Portakabin. I made my way to see Generalleutnantess Warden Deana and
Generaloberstess Warden Julie. We spoke about…Ah, I remembered, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself.
Many tenants arrived, and I managed to get a few laughs and little chinwags.
Angel Gould, Catwalk Model, Trainer for the Olympic bob slay team, and Nottingham City Homes Obergruppenführeress Patch Commander came in, and we spoke. But I won’t mention that she has kindly requested an NCHs Pest Control chap to call and see me later about the EIBWBBBs.
I joined the gang at the bus stop as both buses arrived. Everyone got off in Sherwood, apart from Doreen and myself. I dropped in Daybrook and made my way to the Arnot Hill Municipal Park, and went to have a natter with and feed the Mallards and pigeons. Here are the photos I took of the birds.
I’m out of food for them again now. Must get some more if time tomorrow after, or before, the blood test. Which has been set for 10:20hrs, most annoying.
I thought their version and idea of a Christmas tree was, well… Crap!
I looked in the Chambers’ butchers to see if they had any of their home-made roast belly pork slices. It was evident to me that the stuff on show was from yesterday, and fatty too. So I carried on and called into the Boyes store to see if they had any of foot spray on the shelves. Nope! So I pressed on and called in the Iceland store. I came out with a jar of red onion caramelised chutney and a pack of smoked ham offcuts.
Where I did get carried away a bit. Tsk! I came out much later with Cheapo strawberry jelly and custard desserts. Fire & Smoke Texan Hot Dogs with Chilli coriander and pimento. Expensive but tasty in the extreme, and they had a good use by date of 02.03.2019! Seasoned potato slices. Ready-sliced mushrooms. Finally, some cheesy topped rolls. Which I plan to have
A bit like Brexit! Humph!
The cheesy topped roll looked appealing and felt nice and soft into the bargain.
By the time the bus arrived there was a decent crowd that had joined me.
When the L9 arrived, and we all got on, the weather kept changing from bright to gloomy on the route back to the flats.
Angela and Roy, Shirley and Bob got on the bus there.
We were all soon back at the ever-changing Winwood Heights complex. Typically, many folks would make their way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Reprimanding Inchcock Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Where a patient queue would form to utilise the services of the WC. But not today. They were advised that the workmen will be digging up the ground outside all day, to find the cause of the leak. I had to smile at this, sorry.
I walked to the apartments with Angela and Roy, inside a lovely natter was had twixt us with Mo and Olive joining in. Handed out some nibbles, then I made my way up to the flat.
Nosh put away and got on updating this blog, until…
The tomatoes were bitter, the beetroots had the taste and texture of what I imagine ball bearings would have, and the cheesy cobs were unstimulatingly insipid. Only the smoked ham offcuts were really eatable with any modicum of enjoyment. Thus, a Flavour-Rating of 3.5/10 for this much left on the plate, effort. Grumph!
The skies still continued to go from dark to light. The photographicalisations above were taken about five minutes between each other.
The weariness dawned on me, concentration shot to pieces. However, I did remember to do an EIBWBBB patrol and spraying session.
Now this, I found amazing. I did not come across a single Weevil dead or alive anywhere! Had they been told of Opera singer, Oberführeress Angela’s plan to organise and despatch a Nottingham City Homes Pest Control Operative to the flat? Hehehe! Mayhap they are in the process of moving to a safer environment in another apartment? Or, is it another of their cunning schemes to fool me? Mmm?
Red Sky at Night – Shepherds Delight!
I settled down with a handfull of jelly babies and the drink, on the £300 second-hand recliner. I perused what was on the box, and found a couple of programmes I really fancied watching… Huh! Zzzz!
You made the ducks happy. EBWICBBBs got intimated by Angela’s threat? Good deal if they stay away. Too bad the meal was so bad.
They cheered me up, mate too.
Dang Weevils… what is their ply and plans now?
I must say I thought the same thing as you, Tim. After eleven months or more of infestationalisationing, the very day Angela offers help, the flipping things seem to have made me look a right clot and disappeared. Humph!
Off course, they may cunnningly return again? Hehe!
Horrible meal, and no cooking needed and still it tasted terrible, what bit I ate of it. Tsk!
Hope your Internet is getting sorted, mate.
Cheers.
Zenfolio has a note on my status page that they put a fix in place for the ‘service unavailable’ messages, but image processing is still not working right.
One of the websites we host for a client got hacked by someone hoping to use our servers for crypto-mining — they mine crypto-currency by solving very complex math problems that take an incredible amount of computer power, so they hack other people’s servers to use the servers’ computing power and electricity to mine crypto-currency. I believe someone hacked the client’s computers to get the login info. So I dealt with killing off crypto-miners and locking do the servers all day today. I’ll spend the rest of the week changing passwords and helping staff update the new passwords for email on all their devices. A major pain, I have to say. Maybe Zenfolio has some crypto-miners on their servers slowing everything down.
My uneducated brain almost went into freeze-mode reading your problems here, Tim. I had to look up cryptomining. But the explanation was a little beyond my grasp and understanding.
All the work and hassle you’ve had. So sorry to hear about it.
A Major pain indeed. A nightmare!
Fingers crossed, mate.