Old, sick, weary, but harmless. I need to make others smile!
Despite, the old hero’s Diarhorrea Trotsky attack, his Accifauxpas, tumbles, toe-stubbings, Haemorrhoid Harold’s Return, his Bleeding Fungal lesion, visits from Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun and Shivering Sandra, his leaving the hot tap running again, and falling asleep in his computer chair (Him, mot the tap!), and his depressed state of mind: He is proud to present this week’s Thoughts in even more pathetic rhyme than last time!
Catalan: Divendres 21 de Desembre de 2018
01:25hrs. I woke with the brain uninterested in anything I tried to communicate with it, at first. As the cogs unhurriedly began to engage, and the usual two way battle for understanding and some form of logicality began… I involuntarily passed wind, only a tiny phrwert, but the brain instantly instructed me to make all haste to the Porcelain Throne!
I hastily battled my beastly oversized stomach from the £300 second-hand rusty recliner, stood-up and gained my balance, then shot off in the direction of the wet room, with more momentum than I ought to have, but the need for the Throne drove me on.
By the time I had completed the evacuation, cleaned and washed the hands, things were settling back into the ‘Not really bothered’ brain mode.
So, I got the Health Checks done and took the medications. (I had imbibed last nights doses, well, the pot was empty anyway, Hehe!)
The readings were much the same as yesterdays first checks, so that was good, I think.
I got the computer turned on, and a few flashes and stuttering during the opening, I put down to the MS Windows updates that came in when I was closing it yesterday? I got on with updating yesterdays blog and got it posted to WordPress.
As I stood up to go and make a brew, both knees were stiff, but not too painful.
Made some comment replies, well, one. Visited the WP Reader, again some good stuff on there today.
Went on the TFZer Facebooking.
Made a start on this page. Then got some mini-potatoes, mushrooms, and peas in light soy sauce seasoned water, in the slow-cooker, on the Auto setting.
Got the ablutions sorted, no shower today, cause it was a little early to operate things due to the noise it makes.
Took the black bags to the waste chute.
I thought I’d got everything ready and with me, and set out to the lifts. Taking a bag of recyclable waste and an empty Soy sauce bottle along with me, too.
Weary and with the plates-of-meat aching something rotten, I got down and out to the waste bins…
Luckily the one lift was on the ground floor still, so up to the flat and picked-up the paperwork, and down again after a few minutes wait for the elevator.
I met Cyndy as she was coming into the flats, had a quick chinwag and walked along to the bus stop. Taking this 
It shows the drizzle and what a puddle-covered, dour morning it was, but not too cold with it today.
A large crowd of fellow inmates was at the bus stop, and a little nattering took place, which I enjoyed.
Entered and greeted the receptionist bloke, the usual one with his good range of multi-sneers, raised eyelashes and a bored-scowl that I have never seen before in anyone else. These traits of his no doubt help him to keep his talking to proletariat scumbag patients to a minimum. I took a seat in the small waiting area. I was the only person in the room!
The feared that the students would be in attendance did not mature. Phew! But there were three Doctors, there when I was called to the office for an interview, and to divulge my doings and answer their questions. This only took ten-fifteen minutes, then we were all walking to a treatment room. Out came the ginormous microscope looking thing from the wall and was lit-up, before I had even dropped my pants. Hehe!
My EQ picked up that the whole team was in a rush for some reason, which suited me. A sample was taken, as they whispered between themselves. They all left the room Presumably to analyse the skin they had taken? I lay there with a cloth over my privates and got out the crossword book and had a go at it.
When they returned they all seemed to have a smile on their faces to me? The leader spoke, but I did not catch what he said. One of the female doctors repeated what he said to me as he left the room, never to be seen again. They are giving me one of the must-keep-in-the fridge creams, but this time I will get it via my GP. I will receive an appointment from them after the holidays. For a deep-shave excision which is a simple procedure, but with me being on Warfarin means all instruction given me beforehand must be followed and adhered to! (Something like that anyway).
I thanked them and got dressed. Out into the rain and to the bus stop, luckily an L9 to Arnold arrived within a few minutes.
It dropped me off outside the Asda store, and I had a wander around in search of some turnips and lemon tarts.
The place was as to be expected, busy, but as I was using my card at the self-serve tills, I got access quicker than the others. I came out with a bag of stuff. A small tin of peas and large can of chilli-con-carne, turnips, mushrooms, lemon cake, mini-rolls, diced pork and some jelly babies.
I espied the ShoeZone store and went over to see if they had any wide-fitting slippers in stock. The ones I tripped over this morning are a bit ragged and have a largish hole where my corn has worn its way through. Haha!
The bus soon got packed with folks. A bit further on, and Arnold was almost at a standstill traffic-wise. I didn’t find out why?
Ten-across, I’ve got three of the four letters in, but blown if I know the answer for sure. I can only think of nose, but am uncertain. The clue is: Bulge or growth?
When the vehicle got into Sherwood, I wondered if any of my fellow detainees from Winwood Heights would still be at the bus stop, as the L9 must have been fifteen to twenty minutes late in arriving.
Only one got on, Doreen. But she did not see me as entered the bus.
Had a few words and a laugh with Doreen, but the gal needed to nip into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. I gave my farewells to her.
I got myself back in Woodthorpe Court and checked to see if any washing machines were free, but they were both in use, so I pressed on up to the apartment. Both lifts working now.
First thing I did was have an SSWW, then got the Health Checks done.
Put the food away, checked the slow cooker and got the computer on, to update this blog.
It turned out to be a frustrating and annoying computer session, due to…
I compared them with the old tattered ones, and snapped the picture. I fear they may not be wide enough for comfort?
At least the velcro bit does not go over the top so far, so closing them should not be as difficult on the new one for me?
Did a bit of Facebooking, but I’m gerrin’ well tired now.
Mini-potatoes, peas, mushrooms, tomatoes and BBQ things on sticks. I have to admit, it tasted better than it looked. I think the adding of a little light soy sauced was flavoursome in the the mini-potatoes anf mushrooms.
A flavour rating of 8/10 given.
The nodding offs soom arrived after I’d finished the meal.
The TV stood no chance. Hehehe!
TTFN.
Zulu: NgoLwesine 20 Disemba 2018
23:54hrs. Despite my many recent forfeitures of fair-fortune, I woke up feeling as if I had discovered overnight, the panpharmacon to all my worries and concerns! I hadn’t, of course. Most likely that I had been dreaming. Possibly a simulacrum of hope? At least the mind was not in a dwall again, in fact, it was concentrational this morning from the start. Smug Mode Adopted!
I knew I had a lot of catching up to do on yesterday’s Inchcock, the Morrison delivery was due twixt 08:30 > 09:30hrs and I wanted to get out to fetch another of the Aldi Sourdough part-baked baguettes that I have fallen in love with, and the Winwood Social Hour at 10:00hrs… Now, my remembering all this was a surprise to me, but a feeling and expectancy of a sudden return to my standard, gutless and passive ‘it’s-bound-to-wrong’ mode lingered, implanted in the grey-cells.
The extraction of my body, with its over-proportionately abdominous region from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and off to the wet room for an SSWW (Short Sharp Wee-wee), was done without any toe-stubbing, knocking into or over anything, treading onto, or walking into owt! No signs of any EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) either! Double-Smug-Mode Adopted!
I tended to the Health Checks.
Got the cutlery used and bowl washed up and made a mug of Assam tea for myself. Which I suppose didn’t need saying did it? Only me in here, and I would hardly be inclined to make one for the Weevils! I think I might be on the verge of losing it again here? Hehehe!
I got the computer on and checked the Emails. One from the doctor’s surgery. Giving new level (3.8), the Warfarin doses and giving me an appointment for the next blood test, for Monday 24th December, at 0815hrs. I added this to the Google Calendar.
Then got on with updating the Wednesday blog. Got it finished and posted off after what seemed an aeon.
I made another brew of strong Assam tea. Noticing how the rain was coming down still, no harder than earlier, but with smaller but more frequent droplets. I hope it isn’t settling in. Because I am determined to get out to buy some more of the Aldi Sourdough Baguettes to keep in over the holiday period. Best tasting bread I think I have ever had.
Made a start on this blog.
Went on Facebooking on the TFZ site. Spent more time than I had planned on it, I got carried away answering comments and adding the photos.
The ablutions were completed in plenty of time before the Morrison delivery arrived. Got the things put away.
No Porcelain Throne summoning yet?
I got the nibbles, raffle prizes and pressies sorted into the bag for the Social Hour.
Gave a good morning to one or two Willmott Dixon lads as I passed them.
Arrived a little late at the Winwood Social, and was taken aback by the number of inmates… residents, sorry, in there. Realised as soon as saw the amazing Christmas get-ups that many were wearing, and the biggest stack of raffle prizes I ever have seen anywhere, it was the Christmas Social Hour! Jenny must have worked so hard to get it all prepared for us. Thanks to Jenny! ♥
Here are shots of the lovelies I managed to take.
Made my excuse, and went out to wait for the bus. Handed the nibble box after distributing them; to Oberschützeress Warden Deana, and asked her to keep it safe for me, please.
Had a chinwag with neighbour Malcolm, at the bus stop. I decided, the lighting being like it was, might be a good time to take some decent shots of the Courts.
Just before the bus arrived, I fumbled in my pocket for the bus pass. Getting on the bus, I found the mini-diary.
I decided to stay on the bus and call at the Aldi store to see if they had any of the sourdough bread for me. Got some wine for Sister Jane and Pete (Both alcoholics, but friendly with it… Hehehe! The sourdough baguettes. Spring water for me. Belly pork bites and some lemon and lime yoghourts.
The chilly walk back down the hill to the flats was enjoyable. So, out came the camera!
I called in to see the tenants in the shed, and tell them of my Accifauxpa. Best, to be honest, innit. Even if you get the rise taken out of you! Hahaha!
The plates-of-meat were stinging by the time I got home. Did the Health Checks.
The potatoes were cooking okay in the slow cooker, I put the oven on to warm ready for decided nosh later. Pork Belly Bites, curried beans and some wholemeal bread thins, and a dessert from the massive choice now residing crammed in my full fridge!
Got this blog updated as far as here.
Getting weary now.
Al ingredients finished cooking now, I served up the nosh.
This meal took a lot of (to me, anyway) time, planning and effort.
The flavoured baked beans (from a can this time), were excellent, I’d used Hoi-Sin marinade and mustard. The same sauce mix on the belly pork, when added to the dish. The potatoes had some dark Soy sauce added. I shall not try this again! Actually, the beans were first class tastewise, and the potatoes were passable – just the Aldi belly pork destroyed the enjoyment. Talk about fatty! Tsk!
The naughty and shameful lemon dessert was exquisite. Hehehe!
I snapped this nephogram, through the unwanted, thick-framed light and view-blocking new window.
I’d got some great gossips in today. Call them what you will; Schmoozes, kibitz’s, confabs, chit-chatting, verbal-ventilations or chewing of the fat, I love em!.
Got down in the £300 second-hand recliner and put a Torchwood DVD on, to watch for the twentieth time. Amazingly, as tired and weary as I felt, I stayed awake and got through three episodes with only two nod-offs and rewinding.
This resistance to nodding-off is annoying. Very later for me before I drifted off properly. Huh!
Lithuanian: 2018 m. Gruodžio 20 d., Ketvirtadienis
Anyway, things changed back to as near to any form of normality that I am capable of achieving, as I dismounted the recliner and stood on the picker-upper… Ouch! Klutz!
The ‘La La’ state of the brain became semi-logical and responsive, as I made my way to the Porcelain Throne. The clock indicated it was now 00:22hrs. All of what took place during the missing 37 minutes from when I first awoke, will have to remain a mystery? Times like this, when things go out of the memory box are getting more frequent lately. Something else must have occurred in all that time, surely?
The self-loathing and fear of my going bananas was considered for a few minutes, while I completed the Throne session – A good one, no bleeding at all, and passable with ease. Of course, by the time I’d antisepticated things and washed the hands, the mind had moved on to consider other ideas and tasks. Like what day is it? Why am I only wearing one slipper? Are those biscuit crumbs in the dressing gown pocket? The notion of finding these things out intrigued me, but remained a velleity’ Hehehe!
And the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) seek & destroy patrol, produced only two dead Weevils over all three room and the hallway, left me Gobsmacked!
These cunning Conotrachelus posticatus are more cunning than I ever thought they would be, eight months ago when they arrived after the new windows had been installed. Bless em!
The tea had gone cold by now, Humph!
I updated the Excel record.
And, back to the Porcelain Throne again. Mmm? Another excellent and plentiful session. I wonder if this mass-evacuationing is down to my having two smaller meals yesterday, instead of my usual one per day?
I got on with completing the Tuesday blog and got it sent off to WordPress.
The strange noises like the last two mornings were heard. These were similar to the others, like a grinding noise, but very feint. I had no idea where they were coming from, I couldn’t even tell if they were coming from up or downward nor inside or out? But, they were not bothering me in the least. I was interested in what they were being made by, though? Around about five or six o’clock.
By the time I had started updating this blog to here, it was 0730hrs! It’s been a messy morning mind-wise as well. Oy Vey!
I went on the WordPress Reader next.
Back to the kitchen and took this picture in panorama setting. (Although it was another wide-shot disaster to me, why can’t I get a more wide shot to come out?).
I caught the bus up to Mapperley top, got off and walked part-way with Brenda, and to the Aldi store.
I met Brenda at till we had a walk down back to the flats together. Good natter on the way down. With having two bags of fodder, I could not take any pictures as I struggled to keep up with the gal. Said our farewells as she nipped into her flat in Winchester Court, and I made my way, managing to have a couple of very brief natters en route, back to my beloved Woodthorpe Court. More nattering with some of the gals as they were waiting for transport to the Dinner session in Arnold.
I noticed that a washing machine was free, so I went up to the flat and got the fodder away, and gathered the laundry bag and down to put it in. Cyndy, Mo, Doris and two other ladies in the lobby still waiting for taxi’s to the dinner in Arnold, still. So I had some more talking, Mo and Cyndy were with them. ‘Good’
So, I don’t know what you might call it, but I decided that the minced lamb with lamb stock and mint gravy, tomatoes, peas and carrots, sort of stew would be tasty enough. I added a few rehydrated pieces of soy lumps, too. It smelt so tempting as it simmered away, my hunger pangs were activated. Hehe!
Did the Health Checks.
Down to move washing from washer to dryer.
I got the clothing transferred into the dryer, after cleaning the filter.
I wiped the insides of the drum of the washer, and decided to put the spray which was almost empty in one of the bare cupboards, guess what I found in there?
It felt fresh as well? One of the gals said it was in the lobby yesterday on the coffee table?
I got the dryer going and back up on to the computer to start to update this post, well at least to make notes so I could remember for later on.
Down to collect the laundry.
What looked like a disabled chap and his son, were using the machines for the first time. I’m afraid they were confused by the number one washer, and he asked me about the odd times displaying on the panel. I had to humbly apologise for not knowing, and explained that it beats me, too! I could tell him about how to use number two washer, but of course, that was of no help to them at all. Klutz!
Got the togs out and cleaned the drum and filter. Folder the clothing into the bag, said my farewells and wished the two gentlemen well, and back up to the apartment.
As I entered the flat, the pleasant aroma coming from the lamb-hotpot, (perhaps a more suitable description?) stimulated my taste buds into an ‘Anticipatory Mode’!
Did the Health Checks and got the medicines out ready.
I hovered like a brooding mother over my first home-made Lamb Hotpot (without potatoes) Carefully stirring and caring for the feast in the saucepan. Hopes were high that it would come out alright.
Flavour Rating of 9.55/10 given! Best ever!
I say on the £300 second-hand recline with the tray on my knee to eat it.
A full contented tummy, pleased with the chewing of the fat, blethering and tête-à-tête, sessions I’d shared in today… Wonderful!
Placed the emptied tray on the easy-chair next to the recliner… and fell quickly into a much-needed uninterrupted sleep for five hours. Ahh!
Lithuanian: Antradienis, 2018 m. Gruodžio 18 d
Minutes pass by…
The swines had fooled me again after all my defences and spraying sessions. Still, they come! 
Bigger looking ones, this time compared to yesterday. I used up a can and a half of bug killer. They were all near to the shower drain like the other tenant found in his apartment. It appears these drains might be the ingress and egress routes they are using get about from flat to flat. Maybe, perhaps?
I got the Health Checks done. Pity there is not a machine like a hemadynamometer to test for habrobaniacal reading!
If I remember, I’ll mention it to the nurse at my ridiculously late Warfarin INR blood test later on.
Oh, wrong again, Klutz! I just noticed that the Temp is higher, though.
Got the computer on and added some liquid refreshment (For Jane and Pete, not me, I’m no longer an alcoholic like wot they are! But, things can change, Haha!) and minced lamb to the order for Thursday.
Then got on with updating the Monday diary. Posted it off, and went on the WP Reader.
As I was starting this blog page, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So off to the wet room.
Went on TFZer Facebooking.
Oh, dearie me, off to the Porcelain Throne again! Back to the messy type session again. I hope this settles before I have to go to the doctors. Fingers crossed!
I put some sausages in the oven and ate them with some bread and tomatoes. And really enjoyed them too!
I usually, but not regularly will have a few Scottish Shortie biscuits and maybe a yoghourt some mornings. But this meal caught me out, and my eating all of it did, as well?
Ablutions, showering and the door chime played its tune (Dusty Springfield – ♫ I only wanna be with you ♫). I covered up my unmentionables with a towel, and when I got to the door whoever it was had gone.
Ablutions all sorted out, nibbles made up and hearing aids in. Waste bag to the chute on the way out. In the lobby was Sturmscharführeress Warden Deana. It was she who had ‘rung my bell’ (Hehe!) earlier. She wanted to know if I had made a battery-check with the monitoring station this month. I wasn’t sure but thought I had… I told her I’d make one when I got back to be on the safe side. Fingers crossed on the memory stakes! I poddled on passing 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 
Walked down Winchester Street Hill and it felt odd and unnatural walking down there so late in the day to go to the surgery. Thanks to the receptionists not making me an appointment in the first place, thus, my having to get one for so late in the day. 1145hrs, not good for me, but it 
On Mansfield Road, I turned right, across the road and walked right up to Mini-market, where Abdhul stocks my favourite biscuits, Highland Shorties, and bought a few packets, to last me over the no-bus, depressing chinwagless holidays.
Where I comforted myself as I took this picture of the Funeral Parlour that I have paid in advance either burn or bury my overweight body. Not that it matters which to me, of course. Last week I think it was, that Sister Jane, was asking what tune or music I would like playing when I get burnt or buried.
As I plodded on my way, this seemed to take on some importance for me, and I considered my choices. Rattling the brain, perhaps:
I was already feeling a little tired, I logged in the with the receptionist, and sat down and got the crossword book out. A dismal failure, my efforts this morning. I don’t think in the ten minutes or so of trying, I got more than three clues answered! Ah-well!
An unknown or seen before the nurse came out to collect me. She was helpful and patient with me as I struggled to get the shirt sleeve rolled up.
I tried to work out what it was that appealed to me about snap. The dreary cold weather, the biting wind, the sadly bare trees, or the fact that it had started raining, perhaps?
I did notice a lack of people about, yet the shop was cram-packed with megalomaniac, possibly SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) sufferers and kleptomaniacal Nottinghamians? Haha!
I caught a bus back into Sherwood.
Others joined us (Afraid I can’t remember the man and woman’s name, Tsk!) We had a chinwag and laugh en route home. Frank seems to have disappeared, he did not get on the bus.
I didn’t feel up to going to the Willmott Dixon party, I think the extra blood taking might not have helped and maybe made me even more worn-out a little. But I was feeling so done-on when I got inside the flat.
I went to the kitchen and disposed of the uneaten fodder in the bin, (Tsk!) washed the pots and off to the wet room for an SSWW.
It would help if I had the skills of Dr Dolittle. Then I could start a dialogue for peace with them? Mind you, look at the Brexit Talks! Humph! There are no signs of Weevil-Exit movements! Hehehe!
Washed changed and got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner and put a DVD in to watch. But fatigue won the day, and I kept nodding and waking for an hour or so, then I drifted off into a much needed deep sleep.
I was so niggly with myself now, especially as I could not get back to sleep for ages! Grumblegluts and annoyances!
I put the TV on, and that worked, I was soon off into slumberland!
Humph, worra day!
Maltese: It-Tnejn 17 ta ‘Diċembru 2018
The removal of my paunchy, plump-stomached body from the £300 second-hand rusty recliner, was once again done with ease almost, thanks to the lack of physical hinderments from my usual ailments. Good! But I wish the brain was the same, Tsk! Off to the wet room.
This unexpected counter-attack was most demoralising and choleric inspiring! Especially after four days in which I found only the odd weevil torso here and there, and thought I was in sight of complete victory over my flat infesting invaders! Grugglethump! Had a session of Sanmex Bug killer spraying.
Got the Health Checks done next. Made a brew and took the morning medications.
Got the computer on and finished last weeks result sheet in Excel and updated today.
The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived and was responded to. Third good session in a row! No bleeding or leaking again! I like it!
Blow me down! The creaking noise has returned. I can’t locate it, cause it keeps stopping after a few seconds, then comes back again. I don’t think I could hear it during the day, though, only early mornings? Mmm? Confounding, confusing, and mystifying. A bit like life is to me!
At last, I got to update the sour Sunday post and got it sent off to WordPress. Made a start on this blog.
Ablutions tended to. Black bags were taken to the waste chute. SSWW taken, got ready and out to the clinic for replacement batteries.
Dropped the jars into the recycling bin. And took this photo of the Winwood Court and Winchester Court through the compound.
I joined them in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution and training area. Tenants Socialisationalistic, and Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. We were soon joined by other residents intent on catching the bus.
Out to join the now much larger gang of residents outside waiting for the bus. The Bestwood bound L9 arrived first, and 80% of the people got on. Leaving bout ten left who got on the Nottingham City Centre bound one, minutes later.
No nattering on the bus, but I enjoyed listening and catching some of what the others were talking about.
I parted from the girls, well, they parted from me (I can’t blame them, Hehe!) and I went over the road and into the Victoria Centre shopping centre (Mall).
I went into the VHS shop and had a nosey, but came out without any purchases.
I called in the Tesco Metro store to see if they might have had some of the pork knuckles back in stock, but no such luck. I bought a store-baked sliced loaf and some potato Cakes.
The new 180-seat McDonalds with al fresco seating for about 40 more, had two customers inside. Sad innit?
It amazes me how the others can still make it pay. I could not see any customer inside any of the posh high-cost restaurants or coffee-shops 
Foreman Sreet, where a plethora of food eat-in and take-away retailers have taken over one side of the street. They don’t look too busy, do they? Plenty of closed down shops, it worried me for the future, not mine, of course. Hahaha!
Thinking about it, within a few minutes or so of each other, there are a tremendous amount of food places around here. Nando’s, Petite Paris, Lavish, Prezzo, Slug & Lettuce, Harvester, Curious Manor, Caffe Nero, Lillie Langtry, Antalya, Revolution Bar, Belle Italia, Subway (4), Greek Lavash, Pizza Hut, L4P Takeaway, Le Petit Four, The Cornerhouse. Tamatanga, The Pudding Pantry, The Italian Gelato & Dessert, GBK Son of Steak, World Cuisine, Frankie & Bennys, McDonalds (5), Pizza Express, Burritos 2005, Mexican Eatery, Zizi Nottingham, The Walrus, Manga Sushi, Noodle Bar, French Living, Loche Fynne Fish Bar and Grill, Burger King (2), Five Guys, KFC, MOD Pizza… etc. Then add the temporary German, Polish, Italian and whatever food stands in the City Center until the new year, I bet that there must be around twelve at least?
I wandered off-track there, didn’t I? Sorry.
I caught a Nottinghamian PAement Cyclist right in front of me as I snapped this picture. He was weaving between elderly and young folks and continued doing the same in the amusements on the Slab Square. Naughty Boy!
The bus was a little late, but it always is at the 1105hrs run. It seems the company change buses to charge up the one on duty with a newly charged one, at this time, and the driver can get his break in. (Electric powered you see!)
Jenny got on the bus but was not near enough for a natter. So when we got back to the flats, we two gals and I had a quick chinwag. Penny said she’ll make me another chilli nosh later when she makes some more again. Bless her!
I got the bread and potato cakes from the bag, and noticed a little extra gift on the slices! I can’t see or guess what it is until I open the bag of course.
Motor or machine oil? Grease? There’s no telling! Hehe!
I got the computer on and made a graphic, I might put it on Facebook later?
Then I went on Facebooking Hehehe!
I had a spray around with the Sanmex Bug Killer in the wet room, just in case the cunning EIBWBBBs should send one of their covert squads to assess the possibilities of their making another counter-attack overnight. They ain’t fooling me again, oh no! Well, they are… they’ve never stopped fooling me really. Humph!
Zzzz!
Swahili: Jumapili Tarehe 16 Desemba 2018
01:05hrs. 
I encouraged my heavy, short, rotund, burdensome body, with its stomach of massiveness and wobbliness out of the £300 second-hand recliner, and off to the Porcelain Throne room. Excellent session again, no leaking, bleeding or liquidificationalising.
I think I still needed sleep for I felt heavy eye-lidded, but thank heavens there were no signs of Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun this morning.
The grey-cells had activated now.
Made a brew of tea and tended to the Health Checks.
The results looked far better, too… apart of course from the weight. Tsk!
Had an SSWW (Short-sharp-Wee-Wee), and drank up the tea from the China mug. Does anyone else think that tea tastes far better from a China mug or cup, or is it just me? And took the medications. The ailments were still in a good mood with me. Just the puddled and muddled brain to contend with. Haha!
I struggled through getting the Saturday diary finished and posted.
Off to the Porcelain Throne for a second visit. Another good session!
I had a look in the fridge at the mass of options for today’s meal. I decided on the ready-made Lamb Moussaka. I want to add some extra minced lamb that I bought from Morrison’s.
At the Social Hour on Thursday, I asked Jenny how long to cook minced-lamb in the hot-pot for making my own shepherds pie, and she told me five hours should do it. But today if I remember, I want to try to some a little done in the crockpot of the mince, to make sure I can get it right, with the lamb seasoning. Then I will more be confident when I try my first efforts at home-made Shepherds pit later. Then have it today with the Moussaka. I need to get the slow-cooker going with the lamb in about five hours I reckon. I’ve set the alarm to remind me, but will I hear it, or remember why I set it in the first place? It’s not really funny, but even I have to laugh at myself! Hahaha!
That’s the plan anyway. You must understand, as Champions go, I am possibly the best person in the whole of the East Midlands for assuring failed, gone awry, goofed, misjudged, blundered, screwed-up, malfunctioning, and gone-to-the-dogs plans. The Victor Ludorum! Hehehe!
I got side-tracked there a bit again, lost my bearings, as if to say, sorry.
I zoomed in to take the picture. I took photos in four different options, but this one was the best I could manage. Sulk-Mode Engaged!
It looks like a nativity scene don’t you think? Of course, no one in the original would have an oak tree smattered with 240v AC electrically powered pretty bulbs.
Started to create this blog next.
I added some lamb gravy mix to the water. I did know whether to mix the granules in boiling water or cold? I meant to ask Jenny, but forgot to, on Thursday. Klutz!
So, I mixed it in cold water and agitated it as much as I could first, then poured it over the mince in the slow-cooker.
Went on CorelDraw to make a few graphics page headers in advance. I can’t believe it, but I got only one done up to now, and that took me over three hours! I could do with some Time & Whatsit training, here. Hehe!
I had some antiseptic cream nearby, and put some on straight away. The cream bubbled and disappeared from the skin! I ran the cold tap over the bottom of the thumb for a while and reapplied the Germolene. What a nebbish!
Which went well for once. No mix-ups with the contents and pot, no dropping of the pods or medications. I adopted the Smug-Mode. Haha!
Back on to CorelDraw and made up some page top graphics.
Drained, I went to check on the meal. It was looking okay. I got the ready meal out of the oven and into a shallow dish, added the slow-cooked lamb mince (You can tell the difference by the different colouring), and put halved mini-tomatoes on top. I had some sourdough bread with the nosh. Flavour rating of 8.9/10, very tasty!
Later, after trying to get to sleep and failing, I went into the kitchen to investigate what I thought was odd noises, of a clunking, thudding nature. I found no cause for the sounds but did see these seagulls circling around the flats. By the time I’d fetched the camera, they had started to settle on the bottom field.
At one time, I thought they were going to make a Euro sign as they landed.
Again, the nodding-offs were varying between two minutes and ten-minutes and lasted for hours.
At last, I drifted off properly… Nice!
Finnish: Lauantai 15. Joulukuuta 2018
23:28hrs: Woke still feeling the same as last night, I’m afraid. Weary, fatigued and self-irritating! The usual physical ailments were all being so kind to me, that it worried me! Hehe! After a couple of minutes waiting for the brain activity to join the body, I clambered out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, got the slippers on, and manipulated the dressing gown around my more-than-ample, wobbly-fleshed excessively pot-bellied body.
To the wet room for an SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee). I noticed only one of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the place. Cleaned the dandies and out to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.
Back to the fodder making room, to carry on with the hemadynamometer readings.
I think this is a good thing, but how the brain is this morning, all vague and indistinguishable from babble at times, I’m not all that sure.
There is a definite reluctance on my brain’s willingness to engage full operational activities. More like a ‘keep your head down’ mode! An unwillingness, idleness of sorts. Like he’s had enough input and can cope with no more?
I got the computer on and checked the Emails. One from the doctor’s surgery. I knew this would happen, I think I said so in yesterdays Inchcock Today?
I asked for one as early as possible (futile I know). But it was their fault the appointment was made late, and now I get it for 11:45hrs. This is terrible timing for me. When I start to fade every day around 13-14:00hrs has been told to them. But at least they said they are sorry this time. Not as sorrily as I’m going to be on Tuesday though. Swine! They couldn’t even get my name right! And, ‘Kind Regards?’ Is that taking the piss or mocking me or what? Oy-Yoy-Yoy!
I’ve not felt this low for ages – at least this time I know why. The accumulation of repeatedly being stopped and woke up from my sleep by telephone calls that are not for me, late calling workers, dizzies, falls and now being let down again by the Sherrington Park Medical Practise staff! I hate weekends at the best of times, but this one is already on its way to driving me to end of my tether!
Things have left me feeling cantankerous, curmudgeonly, hacked-off, fed up, disgruntled, self-loathing, woeful, joyless, unvalued and sorry for myself. Just thought I’d mention it!
I got the Friday Inchcock completed and posted it off.
Another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. All good again, mo bleeding or leaking.
Made a start on updating this post.
Went on TFZer Facebook page.
Feeling a bit worse for wear now, Dizzy Dennis had paid a call. Tsk!
I rang Sister Jane as I got the nosh prepared, no answer, but I expect they will be out and about actually doing something and busy. She rings back when she misses a call, which is nice of her.
I served up the mini-meal and got down in the recliner. I was trying to stay awake and was lacklustrely picking at the food when Sister Jane called back. I was glad to have a chinwag with Jane, although the line interference was bad, and he had to go when the bus she and Pete were waiting for arrived. I really can’t remember all that was said, nor be sure of facts I could recall of the conversation afterwards. Tsk!
I finished off the fodder and put the plate and tray down on the chair next to the recliner. Convinced I was about to drift off into the land of Nod and stay there for a long time. This did not prove to be the case, however.
A frustratingly disturbed night followed.
Ah, well! Half-way through the lonely mind-paralysing weekend, at least! Hehe!
TTFN.
Yiddish: פרייטאג דעצעמבער 14, 2018
23:440hrs: Woke and found nocturnal scribble on the notepad about a dream I must have had. It was such a calm, matter-of-fact vision as well, it all seemed so natural. I could remember some of it at the time, and added a bit of detail I’d not written down. I was in a big field of nettles and thorns of some description. I was sat opposite Old Father Time across a school desk!
Oft (Old Father Time), was telling me he was about to come for me. I replied: Fair enough! He looked puzzled for a second or two, then the conversation went something like:
Oft: “Fair enough?” – Me: “Yes” – Oft: “That’s a fine attitude to take!” – Me: “Is it?” – Oft: How can I do my job and scare the living daylights out of people, if they whimpishly just accept death… it’s not fair is it?” – “Not fair to who?” – Oft: “Me!” – “Well, I’m sorry mate, but that’s how it is like…” – Oft: “What’s the point in my giving you life in the first place then?” – Me: “Did you give us all life then? Worrabout God, Allah, the Lord of the Hosts, El-Shaddai and Yahweh?” – Oft: “Who?” – Me: “The creators!” There was a lull as he frowned, during which heads would occasionally pop up out of the thick shrubbery around us, and someone would shout something to him, and disappear back into the undergrowth? After a long silence Oft replied: “Sod-this, I’m cancelling your return application now!”
Other things were said, but I cannot make out my own scrawling handwriting. Well, what an egregious short dream!
I dragged my overabundantly well-upholstered stomach and torso from the £300 second-hand recliner, without any problems occurring. Yes, it surprised me too. Haha! And off to 
To my astonishment, I found only one EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle)! Perhaps victory, after almost six-months of poisoning myself with the Raid, Sanmex and Rentokil bug-spraying, giving Bad Back Brenda, Arthur Itis and Dizzy Dennis reasons to provide me with bother, I am winning the battle against the dreaded Weevils? I still gave each room’s holes in the walls, new windows, and cracked floors, as usual, a good spraying session done. This has become a routine habit now after so long. Hehe!
Got the Health Checks done and took the medications.
Making a start on the Thursday update, I had to nip to the Porcelain Throne. I’ll not go into detail other than to say it was a long session and I got a few pages of the Clarkson unofficial Biography book read.
Back to the computer, and I made up the funny ode, inspired by my dream, and got it posted off.
Then finished the Thursday Inchcock and got them sent off. WP reader was reading next. Then a comment answered.
04:15hrs. I made a start on getting the drafts made up for the Inchcock Todays in advance. Long job, but it has to be done. 06:50hrs. I got them finished at last! Seeing double and got finger cramps now. Phew!
Ablutions tended to. After shaving, teggies, showering and when getting my bulbous body dried, I found six full-grown EIBWBBBs 
Did the medicationalisationing and got dressed, and made a mug of tea. I used the new ones delivered yesterday; ‘Morrisons The Best Assam.’
Advice for all WordPressamian Wordsters: If you like your tea to be wishy-washy, cat-pee like and tasteless, these ones are perfect! Anyone with a liking for a good-strong brew, I recommend you make it in an egg-cup, but not to fill it to the top, to keep a bit of flavour.
At the point of setting out, I started to feel a little queasy and weak? I hope it clears soon.
Down in the lift and as I was getting out I realised I had not got my wristwatch on and had forgotten to take the surgery telephone number to ask one of the Obersturmbannführeress Wardens if they would ring for me to make an appointment. Fed-up with myself as well as feeling not-right now. Lack of drive, for some reason. Hehe!
I took this photo of the centre block being built, the extra-care unit and Wardens Den, along with a rooftop al-fresco sit-out place and other stuff for us old ones.
I’ve put it on the largest I can so you can see the details better. Still, a few months to go with the erectionalisationing. But, I reckon they are doing well, especially considering the lousy access to the site for suppliers, workers etc.
I got in the shed, four other tenants in there told me that Generalleutnantess Warden Deana was out and about. So, I could not have asked her for help anyway. I must remember to Email the surgery when I get back. Shame really, but the receptionists did not do what they usually do and send me an email with an appointment. Which means with me now being so late contacting them, my getting an appointment let alone an early one, are about the same odds as Theresa May leading the Conservative Party to a win in the next General Election with a 90-seat lead! I can feel unwanted you know! Hehe!
I went out and found a decent crowd of Winwoodamians waiting for the bus. I’ll see how many I can name. Left to right. Mary, Roy, Elizabeth, Margaret and hubby. Cyndy joined us later, and much laughter ensued. There may be a chance I have got some names wrong, having the memory I have nowadays. Tsk!
Got off with most of the others on Upper Parliament Street, we said out cheerios, and I poddled along in the gloomy cold weather and turned down Clinton Street West.
I was not feeling poorly, just out of sorts, really. 
As I turned into the street, I saw the new traffic bollards that had been installed.
I bet they cheer up the storekeepers and delivery people!
Not as many folks around as I had expected.
A little further alone was two young men, they had a set up that made their terrible noise on their bongo drum and the electric guitar a little annoying.
I returned to the penny-whistler, a lady was still with him from earlier.
Ah, a few people about now on Clinton Street West. I walked down to Long Row near the Council House and the Christmas rob-dog stalls and amusements.
At this point, I decided I would not walk to the canal to feed the Mallards. I just felt all-in, tired and weary for some reason?
I walked to the Marks & Sparks food hall in their basement and foolishly had a wander around. I came out with some frites and a lamb moussaka ready-made meal.
However, it later turned out that it was somewhat fortuitous that I bought the frites. The potatoes I’d left on in the slow-cooker had broken up in the water, and those I tried were tasteless, so I had the frites instead.
The lady was still talking to the penny-whistler as I passed by. Even busier shopper-wise now.
I called into the Sports Direct with the aim of getting another of those long sleeve shirt things on offer. I got one and some socks.
I could not believe what people were paying for the stuff, especially the cooked foods. There was plenty of variety on offer too.
The little stall selling cooked chestnut was there again this year. £3 for about ten chestnuts – she had no customers while I was there.
I made my way up Exchange Walk, taking a photo of the crowds coming the other way.
I took this photo of the old buildings on King Street with Little Johns bell tower on the Council House in the background. Apart from the tree, and lack of trolleybus and tram wires, I imagine it would have looked much the same in 1896! Just a thought!
But not for long, one pap of the buses horn, and magically four or five busmen appeared and approached the car!
Wisely, the young man drove off!
I fell asleep a couple of times on the bus home. Elizabeth had got on, and I gave her the £5 off voucher I got from M&S to use on my next visit that I spend over £40. No chance of that happening! Luckily Elizabeth knows someone in the flats who spends a lot of dosh there, so she’ll give it to him.
Cyndy got on, and we had a natter and laugh as we walked back to the flats. Hubby Eric is having some terrible headaches she told me. So when I got in a picked up some Co-Codamols and tool them up with the cakes to their flat.
Back to 72, did the Health Checks. Discovered the Morrison peeled potatoes had gone to water in the crock-pot.
Got this updated in haste (To be corrected in the morning). Took me ages.
Got the Frites in the oven, did the last Health Checks.
When it came time to serve up the nosh, it looked a lot different to how it was initially planned to. Haha!
I assume my vagueness of mind and tiredness was the cause of my not eating a lot of it. The bread was dished altogether, only one bit of chicken ate, and of half the tomatoes.
The minted peas were very highly-edible, though.
Got the last Health Checks done and settled down in the recliner. I reckon I’d nodded off within seconds of getting my head down. Exhausted mentally perhaps?
They did their job and left.
I returned to the chair, bleary-eyed, irritated, distempered, peeved, not feeling so good and annoyed with life generally. Huh!
I thought the disturbance might have stopped my getting back to sleep, but it didn’t. I really did nod-off within moments.
Welsh: Dydd Iau 13 Rhagfyr 2018
01:25hrs: I was once again a different person when I bestirred. The mind seemed to be taking a break from activity. The only concern felt, was to get the diary updated so I can find time between the two deliveries: Asda Walmart 06:00 > 07:00hrs, and Morrisons which should be coming 08:00 to 09:00hrs, and get the ablutions completed, and the raffle prizes and nibbles sorted ready for the Social Hour.
I was soon out of the £300 second-hand 1986 rickety recliner, and into the kitchen to get the Health Checks done and take the medications. Oh, and to make a brew.
I caught my reflection in the little mirror (a nasty experience at any time for me!) and saw that the bruise I got in the Dizzy Dennis tumble last night, was far less onerous looking than I expected. It only hurts if I bang it on something, then just a tiny bit. I did a silent prayer for no dizzies again today. I’ll try not to headbutt the sink edge on my way down to the floor if it happens again. Haha!
Got the Health Checks completed.
I had an SSWW (Short, sharp wee-wee). Then got on with updating the Wednesday Diary.
When I think of it, my bad-luck is diuturnal in nature so anything can occur in the Whoopsiedangleplop and Accifauxpas arena at any time. Tsk!
I finished off the Wednesday Woes, and tool another SSWW. No signs of needing the use of the Porcelain Throne yet?
Made a start on this blog.
The Asda (Walmart) delivery arrived, and I stored the items away.
Summoned to the Porcelain Throne, I visited the wet room, and another normal passing was achieved. No bleeding. Good!
Next, the Morrison delivery arrived. Getting this pile of things away took a bit of ingenuity in finding room in the cupboards, fridge, and freezer, but I managed it.
0735hrs: I could hear noisy, banging and tapping, but could not locate where the sounds were coming from?
I got the pressies, nibbles and raffle prizes gathered in the bag, and set off out. Taking the black bags to the waste chute on the way.
I took this picture on the right of the Winwood Court, through the compound gate.
I met Frank on the way, he looked a little ruffled, bless him. HE did his usual good job running the raffle again for the folks in the social meeting.
Then I met Riechsführeress, Warden Deana on Chestnut Walk going in the opposite direction. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel, Obergruppenführers, agents, or ghosts, on this blog. So, I won’t.
Got 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 Social Meeting room.
Not so many scallywags there today at first, but it soon filled up and gay time seemed to be had by all. I enjoyed some chinwags, exchanges of insults and tom-foolery with many residents.
Jenny seemed a little under the weather, bless her. But she kept a grip on us all. I handed out a few Christmas nibbles and treats.
I left a tad early, to get back and take some painkillers as the head was stinging and throbbing a bit.
Who, after I asked them, kindly posed with the flats in the background so I could post it to the TFZer site later.
It was cold out there, as you can see by the sensible clothing being worn by the gals.
As we entered the foyer, I noticed that both washers were free. So after a natter with the lasses, I got up to the flat, took a pill, and collected the washing and down again.
Got the washing going.
Up to the apartment, checked the crock-pot and started to update this blog.
Down to move the things to the dryer. Mo and Gaynor were sat nattering, so I joined in, and we had a laugh or two. Love it!
Back up and carried on with the updating on WordPress, until it was time to go down again. Down to collect the clothing. Mo was still there, she was going to move Nora’s washing into the dryer when I moved my stuff out of it.
Back up and got the togs put in the airing cupboard.
I moved the crock-pot contents to a large saucepan and added the red beans, tomato passata, and onions. Going to be a little different this meal I think. I’ve put mushrooms, carrots, and a few peas in with my imitation chilli-con-carne – I hope it comes out alright.
I went on TFZer Facebook to add the photos and read any comments with other peoples posts.
Got the nosh served up, here goes, I’ll soon find out if it is okay or a disaster. Fingers Crossed.
Great Flavour! Ate it all up with some sourdough bread. No guilt, it was terrific!
A slightly eerie shot do you think?
In the morning after having a dream, I used this photo as a background to my morning thoughts and did a funny ode. I was so pleased with it, I posted it on its own.
I had hoped to stay awake long enough to watch a Hustle episode that I liked, on channel 40 at 08:00hrs.
I was asleep about 18:00hrs, I recall the starting screen and music coming on for Heartbeat at that time, but nothing after that.
In my reverie, I had a dream of my talking with Old Father Time!
Ah-well, TTFNski.
