Tuesday 11th December 2018
Uzbec: 2018 yil 11 Dekabr Seshanba Kuni
00:50hrs: I was dreaming something about semi-transparent alien Traffic Wardens on Huntingdon Street in Nottingham, as I sprang into life. Boy, was the brain going at it again? The Brexit deal, the starving people of the planet. How did France get away with stealing the World Cup from Croatia? The end of the world. My hearing aids, playing up. The Weevils… so many irrelevancies and obiter dicta were bounding about in my head. I felt as though I spent hours considering and pondering over so many subjects, without any conclusions of course. A lot of things I could not even understand, describe, relate to or digest. Most of which I could do nothing about, anyway. I was mentally exhausted by the time things had calmed down in the bone-dome.
I really must tell the nurse about these early and getting more frequent morning spells of mind cogitabund departures from mind control. I can live the odd one, but they seem to be increasing weekly now.
Anyway, when I got back into semi-control of things, I realised only a few minutes had passed since I awoke?
Looking at my new-to-me £2 second-hand watch with its £10 new strap for the time. I noticed the papules on the left hand, were seemingly grown lighter and some of them may have disappeared altogether? Int life fun! Hehe!
I got my heavy, cumbrous midriff from the £300 pound rusty, rickety recliner, and made my way to the wet room for an SSWW. (Short-Sharp-Wee-Wee). I found only one dead Weevil in there this morning? Were they really on the decline at last? I checked the spare room and could see none at all! I still gave the places a spray of the Santex Bug Killer, part, out of habit, and partly to be on the safe side. These illegal alien-immigrants had fooled me before. I must find out where the other chap with a new infestation lives and see how he is going with his attackers.
Warfarin Blood Test this morning. Unfortunately at 10:20hrs. Which means I’ll be too shattered to do much by the time I get back to the flat. Not getting any cleaning up done lately. Mind you, the situation is eased with the thought that I have got electricians calling to do prep-work for the installation of Video Door entry Intercom this month. Another thing, I have to Email them to arrange a day for this job. I can opt for 8am to 12pm or afternoon 12pm to 4pm the letter says. They will do the fitting in January. Then the prep work for the sprinkler system has to be done, then the fitting of that. Then the new Fire alarm, same thing, two visits.
Can you imagine the mess they are going to make? No point in cleaning up I don’t think. I’ll have to pay someone to redecorate after they have all done, get new carpets as well after the plasterer destroyed my new carpeting. When I tried to Email him, Nick Jone, Project Liaison Officer, it told me he is not in his office? I’ll ask Warden Deana or Julie if they might ring them for me. IF, I remember to.
I got the Health Checks sorted.
Took the medications and got the creams ready to use later when I get the ablutions done.
Got the computer on and updated yesterdays post. Eventually getting it finished and sent off to WordPress.
I got the nibbles into the bag for the nurses and chemist staff. I must remember to fetch my prescriptions too. Went on the WP reader section. Then made a start on creating this days diary.
08:00hrs Ablutions tended to.
Spotted someone letting off steam? Hehe! So I took a photograph.
Down, out, and 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.
Obersturmführeress Warden Deana and Sturmbannführeress Warden Julie were both working in their mini-office.
I got a smile from them both when I cracked a joke.
I asked if they would call for me, about the electrical prep work being done for the new intercom being set-up, as when I tried the Email address given, Google told me there was no such address? Deana said someone else had had the same problem, and when they rang for her, the phone was not answered. She will try later.
Glad to see that the stun-gun cabinet was locked. Only joking! Hahaha!
Got on the crossword book. Slowly, other residents arrived, and a few chinwags and laughs were enjoyed. Nibbles handed out in the form of chocolate coins.
Out to the bus stop. Caught the L9 down to Mansfield Road, and hobbled along towards Carrington to the surgery.
It looked a tad bleak out there. But being late in the day (for me) the place seemed positively busy compared to my usual timing of around about 0615hrs for this journey.
Passing the library, this animal of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist belted by me from behind and made me jump a little. The Swine!
I plodded up and over the hill and down to the Sherrington Park Medical Practice.
As I walked through into the car park, a large looking black Porche utility type vehicle was reversing out, (which a sign tells drivers not to do!) He came within inches of hitting me and didn’t even see me as I sidestepped out of his path. But, I was in a good mood, so I didn’t get all uptight about it. I thought if I gave him a dirty look, that should suffice. But I’m sure he still didn’t even know I was there! Oy Vey!
I got in the surgery and logged on. Sat down with the crossword book. It was not long before the nurse came to call me in – Nurse Nichole!
We had a good chinwag, again thanks to the blood not being too keen on stopping it’s flow after she took the sample. I forgot all about the notes I had in my pocket with questions to ask her about my poorly-spell and the papsules. She does that to a man does Nurse Nichole with her distracting sweet smile. Bless her! Gave her Christmas pressies for her and Nurse Ann, thanked her and departed to the reception where I dropped off some nibbles for them on their desk.
Out and off to the Chemists to confirm the date of my next prescription pick-up. I know I asked them last week, but I’m blown if I can find where I wrote it down? Klutz!
Called in the Lidl shop and had a good wander around and nosey. I came out with Orange juice, sour worms, mature Stilton, Assam tea (I didn’t need this, but they only had one box left, so I took it), tomatoes and Scottish Morning Rolls.
I paid at the self-serve tills without any bother and out to catch a bus back to Sherwood.
The sun kept trying to come out now.
At the bus stop over the road, where a few other Winwood Heights residents.
Had a little chinwag with them, while we waited for the arrival of the L9 bus.
Up to the flats, I walked back with Doreen, another natter enjoyed.
Got in the flat, had an SSWW, did the Health Checks and got the nosh on the go.
I thought that this looked so appealing as well.
It did not go down very well at all. The fodder seemed okay, but it tasted all wrong to me, and I don’t know why? Only the smoked ham was eaten completely, every other part of the meal was chewed at and rejected even the Scottish rolls and seasoned potatoes. Was something amiss here with my palate or innards? Not eating my meals has happened twice in a row now? Nebbish!
I wrapped up the uneaten bulk of the food and bagged it in the waste bin. Washed the cutlery, plate, and tray. It will be interesting to see if I have lost any weight in the morning.
I sat down on the £300 second-hand recliner to watch a DVD I bought cheaply last week. It was terrible. Oceans 8 it was called. I could not hear what was being muttered at high speed, and as for following the plot, it would have been easier to learn how to become a brain surgeon on a one-hour internet course! I gave up.
Got the Health Checks done, an SSWW and washed.
Went to make a mug of tea.
Suddenly, as I glanced out of the unwanted new window with the extra thick plastic frames, more panes of glass to clean and drip over everywhere when its raining and you open them, and have a light and view-blocking quality to them… What was I typing… Hehehe!
Ah, yes, gorrit! I went into a semi-glazed phantasmagoria-like mind-mode. I have no recollection of what yonderly mind-meandering went on in my head – but I know I took this photograph so it must have meant something at the time. Or not?
Next thing I can recall is waking up, straggled over the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner, with nocturnal nibbling evidence all around me!
Oh, dearie me!