Tuesday 27th February 2018
Galician: Martes 27 de Febreiro de 2018
0030hrs: Woke with a resounding uplift in spirits, after nearly seven hours of sleep, I cannot recall waking more than once, either. Something wrong here, I felt, me sleeping for seven hours? Despite the dreams filling this time, I felt almost joyful. (Unless these were due to whatever it was I’d be dreaming about?).
No dysania or hesitating, out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to make a brew, and then needed the Porcelain Throne, worryingly without much-advanced warning either. But I got there in time, another messy job, but I’ve had far worse. Found myself singing. Scary!
This feeling that I had woken up a different person again bothered me a little. My EQ told me that the lochetic lousy-luck must soon attack. For there was no reason, that I knew of, for me to feel so buoyant. Nothing had changed from last night, and yet here I was, seeing the cup half-full instead of half-empty. None of the ailments was in a bad mood, the sore throat had eased considerably, even Harold’s Haemorrhoids had calmed down! This was not right – perhaps I was still asleep and dreaming?
I knew this was not so when I stubbed my toe on the bin in the kitchen when I returned there to collect my now not-so-hot mug of tea. Still, this did not concern me? Why the optimism? When would the devil-bad-luck strike again? I just knew he was due. Why was I thinking like this?
Memories flowed so smoothly from yesterday’s outing, I made way to the desk, to get these thoughts down quickly before I forgot them.
Got the computer on, and the damn thing was not letting me load 
photos again! Turned all off and rebooted, hoping for the best.
Server not found message came up! Then: There is no internet connection! I pushed the reset button on Virgin box – Flashing orange, no go again. No internet connection. Turned everything off, tried again – No internet connection!
Of course, by now, I’d lost all the memories I wanted to use in Monday’s diary.
I turned everything off and tried the reset button again. Went to make another brew and did the Health Checks and took the medications. The sphygmomanometer took four attempts to get it to work. I’ll have to get a new one soon, I reckon. Sys and pulse still very low compared to the last few weeks.
Back to the computer and tried once again to get onto the web. No luck first time then turned off and back on, and great! Back on! Going slow mind. Thank you so much, Mr Branson (Worth $5.8 billion) for allowing this pensioner (Worth £299 – funeral already paid for) to keep paying your ever-increasing costs to use your ever outage-ridden internet!
I did a TrustPilot review on them. Don’t suppose it will lessen their current one-star rating, though.
Oh, dearie me. I think I’ve made a right cock-up over the next Warfarin blood test. No date in the written or on the Google computer diaries. It is due tomorrow too! No, I’m confused again, it’sThursday I think. Oh, Dangwangle! I’ll have to ask Warden Deana or Julie to phone them for me to see if I have got an appointment or not. Otherwise, it will mean a hobble to the City Hospital haematology department and long queues. But it is my own fault. I did get a phone call with the results, but they did not make me an appointment as they have done for the previous two weeks, or rather, I cannot remember them doing so, which is so helpful. All this happened while was at the height of my intense cold sufferings – but that is just an excuse of course.
Started this blog going up to here. Gone 0500hrs already. Tsk! Then I began to update yesterdays.
Another series of mini-outages from Virgin Media. Is there any supplier who can do the job they overcharge for, out there anywhere? It’s as big a con as politicians, insurance salesmen, used car sellers and the utility companies. Bigger perhaps?
Eventually, I’d spent so long struggling to get this update done, I had to stop. Having not got any of the usual stuff done, like WordPress Reader, Comments, Facebooking and Email checking!
Got the ablutions done and did the midday checks hours before time, just to fit them in and still stay awake long enough to get caught up with the other stuff that the fantastic Virgin Media prevented me from doing!
I’ve just had a thought (I occasionally do you know, Hehe!) Does he still own Virgin or has he sold it? I think it is now owned by Liberty Global, a company with more accumulated invested cash than our Government, and a multi-billionaire chairman. So I apologise grovellingly to Sir Branson.
Set out to go to the hut to ask for help with phoning the surgery and catching the bus up to Mapperley top to go to the Aldi Store. Dropped the black backs down the chute and into the lift down to the ground floor. Where, as luck would have it, I met Obergruppenfurhereress Warden Deana as I got out of the elevator. She kindly phoned the surgery for me and confirmed the blood test is t 1040hrs on Thursday. I thanked her appreciatively and made my way out to the Social Hut to keep warm until the bus arrives.
Took this snap on the left, of the new flat building progress. The builders have already fitted the ready wall sections to one more floor and started on the roof, I think.
Got in the hut, expecting to be greeted by Welsh Bill’s sarcasm and wit, but none came. I was a bit concerned that the lad might not be feeling as good healthwise again. But he was in good form and sounded well. Had a pleasant enough chinwag between Cindy, Bill, Roy, John and a lady I don’t know the name of. (If the truth known, I’ve probably got the other names mixed up, Tsk!)
Out to the bus stop as it arrived. I dropped off at the top of Sherwood Vale and made my way to the Aldi store. Where someone had left their car parked right next to the pedestrian crossing. But, at least they had their hazard warning lights on. Huh!
I got into the store and started to buy the comestibles I needed (And some I didn’t. Tsk!)
I ended up with, Chunky Chips, Lemon yoghourts, sliced mushrooms, a pork pie, vine tomatoes, frikadellens, bread thins, beef Hotpots and a mushroom pate. Paid for them and out, on the walk along Woodborough Road.
Attempting to add the photo of Wells Road on here and the Virgin Media internet went off again!
Really wee’d off again now. So I got the sliced mushrooms and peas in the slow cooker and tried to download the picture again. Still, the net would not let me save view or do anything with this site! If I lose everything, I will go potty for sure!
Still down, can’t view, save or import anything again!
I’m giving up. Hello, it let me save! I’ll try to import photos again. Well, after eight attempts it let me get one more on. Talking of Moron – that’s the like of me for putting up with this rubbish service!
At last, I got the photo of Wells Road in. I could see the snow showers and flurries in the distance, the seemed to like Virgin Media Outages, unstoppable!
I plodded on and turned right into the infamous for us old folks to walk up, Winchester Street Hill.
Also, Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were all in a good mood. And the throat and Duodenal Donald were no bother at all. Of course, I wish I could say the same for Haemorrhoid Harold. Although things had eased off since using the cream.
The odd few bits of snow fell now and then.
Down the hill and into Chestnut Walk.
I could see in the distance, one of the delivery lorries waiting for his turn to drop something off at the builders compound.
It looked as I got closer as if they were purpose-built blocks of flat walls and 
sections. To build the new block in a similar way to the two other ones made earlier, in 1964 it was I think.
That will be the reason for the high rise crane, to lift and drop the section, walls etc. into position. But, bear in mind, I have no idea what I’m talking about. Hehe!
When I got around the bend, I thought I’d take a picture of the Obergruppenfureress Wardens and Socialising shed. To show you all how there is a door at each end. So when sheltering from the weather before going for the L9 transport, it is easy to check if the bus has arrived or not. They look after us you know, oh, yes. Bless em!
Unfortunately, this chap didn’t seem too happy with me. I think the gentleman thought I was photographing him, which I was, but not intentionally. Sorry, chap!
I pressed on to my beloved Winchester Court and up to the apartment into the wet room for a wee-wee. Glad to report these have lessened a bit today, after yesterdays countless visits. Haha!
In the elevator going up to the flat, I espied another beetle lurking. Also, found tiny black flies near the foyer, and in my kitchen? I assume they have been disturbed by the building work?
Went into the kitchen and started to get the mushrooms and peas cooking in the crock-pot. Stopped to take these photographs, about 10 seconds apart from each other. The weather is so changeable today.
Like Virgin Media Internet, you have no idea what it’s going to do.
Grumph!
Made a start, stutteringly and between Virgin Media outages to get this updated. Not easy and very frustrating. So annoying. I cannot put up with doing this again. If things don’t improve, I will not be able to get on Facebook at all. I reckon I’ve spent 14 hours getting this post done, and it ain’t finished yet. Talk about hard work!
The snow came a little heavier for a minute or two. But it cleared in a few more minutes.
Went to check on the crock-pot and put the oven to warm ready for the chips to go in later on.
Well what do you think happened next?
Yes, you’re right.
After it supposedly came back again, I can’t even get into the emails, won’t load.
Frustrated and annoyed, and now Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald are starting to kick off.
The snow had stopped falling and it brightened up a lot outside. The clouds looked beautiful, but a little on the turbulant side, I thought.
I went to do the Health Checks and take the medications. I took extra antacid and painkillers, beginning to suffer now. Shame!
Hello, the snows back.
I was proud of the building workers as I saw them working away despite the terrible weather. Or where they putting their machines away? Hehe!
I got back to the computer. And found a graph of Virgin Medias current state of outages in the UK.
Not good is it? Still it was letting me download photographs again. Slowly, fair enough.
I read comments left on this site, from those others poor souls being affected by Virgin Media. Only one of the three hundred comments about Virgin Media performance today that were posted, offered a positive viewpoint. And that was from America?
Checked the crock-pot again, and got the chips in the oven, set the timer.
Despite all the angst over not being able to do anything to restore the balance against Virgin Media, aka the delict, philargyristic, plutomania-driven, contumelious, esurient, ingordigious, insuisiance-ridden members of the Liberty Global Mafia, like assassinate their chairman or blow-up one of their HQ buildings, or have all of the members of their board hung, drawn and quartered: No even better, When they meet for a meal, get the chef to leave the tetrodotoxin in the puffer-fish and put Arsenic their champagne – I found I had an appetite again.
The intercom phone burst into life. Hello, I thought, is this the men in white coats come to collect me? But no, it was a chap from Nottingham City Homes Maintenance who said he had come to inspect some floor tiles. I pressed the flyer door release numbers and waited his arrival. The only floor tiles I have are in the kitchen, and the holes left in them by the blokes fitting the radiator and placing it too close to the cupboard so I could not open the door or drawer. I felt so glad the ywere going to repair it for me, a warm glow of appreciation came over me. The man arrived and told my he had to look at tiles that were a danger to tripping over, in the hallway? He was the typical Nottingham City Homes employee. Talking to me and his eyes were flashing around the flat at everything. I considered asking him for his ID, but chicken-heartedly, I didn’t. Seemed a decent enough sort of bloke. We both agreed, that as I did not have any tiles in the hallway, a communicational-cock-up must have occurred with the flat number. He said he’d go and ring his control, and departed. Why he did not ring from inside the flat, I don’t know. For they all have mobile phones supplied. I felt a little uncomfortable after he’d gone, of course I heard nothing back from him.
I thought I’d take a look out of the kitchen window to satisfy myself that he was genuine. This was when I banged my knee against the new radiator as I went to lean out of the window, and knocked the flask, kitchen rolls, tray of fruit and camera stand off of the ledge when the knee gave-way, banging my elbow at the same time. The first time in weeks that the knee has done this, and it had to be at that exact moment. Humph! Hehe!
Got myself settled in the £300 second-hand recliner and watched some TV. I think the being up-tight about the Virgin Media failures cocking everything up all day, was part of the cause of my not falling asleep as I usually do.
I waded through two episodes of New Tricks and one of the A-Team.
I did the Health Checks and medicationalisationing, got a mug of orange juice and returned to the chair. Just in time to enjoy two concurrent episodes of Hustle… fell asleep at the first advertisement break.
Got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks and got the medications taken. The sys was the lowest its ever been?
I was surprised to see the snow had fallen, but from inside it looked terrific.
No taking of any pictures on the route, because manoeuvring along the snow and ice made hobbling-safely my main aim to concentrate on. 
The first thing that caught my ‘camera-eye’ was the pigeons on the ledges and tops of the Victoria Centre (Mall). Reminiscent of Hitchcock’s ‘The birds’, I thought Hehe!
I called in the Poundland store to see if they had any pork pies in, knowing they would not have.
Walked down Clumber Street, taking this picture of the affable, breezy, devil-may-care, easygoing, laid-back, polite, caring, gentle Nottinghamians as they cheerily made their way to the next store to shoplift from, or in search of their next mugging victim or to trip over a rough sleeper begging.
game popular nowadays; Spot-a-Policeman.
For some reason, although I had not walked much, the plate-of-meat started to sing. I decided to make my way back as the snow began to fall again.
Walking up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop and popped my head and camera over the railings so I could offer you this picture of some Nottingham Street Art.
As the bus made its way along Upper Parliament Street, I wedged the camera against the window and took some shots as we progressed along.
This is photographicalisation from the bus window. 
Went to get the noshing sorted and cooking.
I heated the beef and potato hot-pot and added a beef pastie slice to the tray ten minutes later, hoping they would both be cooked at the same time.
Went to the kitchen to make the tea – and I’d left the hot water tap (Faucet) running earlier! Can’t have a shower now then, until it heats up again. Although, I think that Jenny told me the shower heater is not affected by the boiler. Of course, I might be wrong.
Took a photo of the tree copse. If Michael had not called, I would have still been in a depressed sorry-for-myself mood. Signs of life in the Copse were showing through now. I hope to be up to having a walk through and chatting to the old trees again soon. (Don’t laugh… Hehehe!)
Got a handful of chips in the oven to cook while I made up some bread, cheese, tomato and anchovy open sandwiches, on three slices of the Scottish Plain bread.
Got the plate, spoon and fork in the bowl to soak, and took this photo of Sun-Down at Woodthorpe Court.
Dizzy Dennis joined the blocked-nose, and then Hippy Hilda tagged along. Not feeling so good.
Got me down and watched some YouTube car videos for a bit. But concentration was at a minimum.
Almighty clattering noises made me jump and sprang (Well, turned slowly) around.
The meal should have been a decent one. But I ate very little of it.
I was a little surprised that the pulse reading was so low. I thought with the nightmares and my just having gone down and up from the laundry room, it might have been higher if anything? Hey-ho!
Time to go and move the gear from washer to dryer. Nasty Dizzy spell as I stood up from the computer chair. I ended up face down half on and half off of the recliner. Knocked over the things from the Ottoman and sent the food tray flying off onto the floor. My response was one of passive acceptance of the situation. Got up, with Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis both annoyed with my actions now. I cleaned up the mess, not using the hoover though, too early, the noise would disturb my neighbours. Found I’d managed to give myself a bruise on the forehead somehow, also.
Down and got the clothing from the machine to the dryer.
Had a glance at the information sign when I got into the lift. Still showing Sunny?
Down to the laundry room.
Back in the flat. Made a brew and took this photograph. It looked almost dry out there.
We got off on Upper Parliament Street, and Bill shot off. I made my way, into the Victoria Shopping Centre. The owners of this place are Intu, who have just spent millions on upgrading it.
The number of people around this Victoria mall, did not give any signs of hopes for the new one to make it pay?
Hobbled around the Tesco store amidst the out-of-date produce rotting in the trays. Straight to the continental meats fridge, and got three of the Pork Knuckles. Nice! Off t
Out through Boot’s and on to Upper Parliament Street.
I bought some nibbles, paid and off to the bus stop.
Got in the flat and had a wee-wee.
I got straight on with making the daily meal. Well, in between visits for a wee-wee. I had so many of these tonight, I shan’t bother mentioning them again; it’ll take up too much memory space! Hahaha!
Fought back the acidulous thoughts about life, and got the washing bag and accoutrements collated and down to the Laundry Room.
All looked fine on the results from the sphygmomanometer. 
Got the dryer going, then I cleaned the drum and door of the washer.
Time to go and retrieve the hopefully dried washing.
I had a closer look at the notice about the water being turned off in March for Monday and Tuesday 12th and 13th.
To the laundry room and emptied the dryer of clothing and folded them up and cleaned the filter and drum
Computer problems started. Sticking, jumpy. Not allowing me to post photos on Facebook or email now. Did a disc cleanup and now I’ve lost all my passwords! Not the foggiest idea how to solve the issues, and expect to lose computer and or internet anytime. I’m fed-up and sorry for myself in the extreme now! I need help, but who from?
Tried YouTube to see if that is working. I had to sign in again, but luckily remembered the password fo
As I left the foyer, I got this photo of one of the lifts in use. It looked like it was picking up some ready-built wall panels or whatever. The day was not too cold or windy and no rain about. But the forecast on the radio when I was shaving, informed me that it was going to go down to -4°c – 24.8°f, and that did nothing to cheer me up.
I crossed over the road and espied a little ganglet of inestimable residents just beyond the Obergruppenfurheress’s temporary shed, at the bus stop further along.
Nosh: Cheesy mashed potatoes, tomatoes, BBQ nibbles and pork sausages
Getting out of the recliner, I trod on a cheese curl, from the nocturnal nibbling, making a jolly right mess to clean up.
To the main room, and cleared up the crushed cheesy curl mess.
I made a grand tasting drink of Extra Strong English Breakfast tea, in the new second-hand mug.
Got in the lift and was greeted with dried mud on the floor. I hadn’t noticed that yesterday.
I departed and set off on my hobble into Sherwood, then Carrington to the surgery for my blood test and Harold Haemorrhoid examination.
Another gloomy day looked to be in the offing as I got part way down the Winchester Street Hill.
A little further down the hill, I saw the gates that I think come out at the end of the secret pathway from opposite the apartments. 
Got onto Mansfield Road and turned left up to the incline.
Where amazingly, I remembered to look for the flowers in a garden that I promised Orbb, a friend on the internet, I’d take a photo of them if they were out.
Feeling elegiac, and dejectedly melancholy, I left the nibbles on the desk for the receptionists and departed.
Off the bus and morosely over the crossing and limped up over the hill and down to the Woodthorpe Grange Park gates.
The Copse cheered me a little, as I noticed some greenery coming through.
But I did enjoy the Asda ready made Minced Beef Hotpot. 
But, the taste was delicious. I’ll have to eat more healthy noshes in between having these I suppose? Tsk!
Got them finished at 0730hrs, as the Morrison man delivered the food. Got them stored away.
Had a chat for a few minutes. Bill is not feeling any better, but no worse.
I dropped off in Arnold.
Limped to the Medical Centre to make up for going to the City Centre one a week last on Monday and finding out they do not open on Mondays now.
Struggled with the bag out and up by the car park, to the bus stop.
Got to the bus shelter and waited for only five or six minutes and the L9 arrived.
Nosh served up.
It was somewhat muddy on the grass path. So, recalling Saturday’s nasty slipping-on-the mud on the hill path Whoopsiedangleplop and ending up on my bum; that Harold’s Haemorrhoids are still giving pain from, I walked on the roadway instead.
I dropped off on Queen Street and went straight down to the Slab Square. 
Works were taking place in front of the Council House.
This ride in the centre of the slab, looked like it was ready to be open to the public.
Plodded on through the Slab Square en route.
poor dog with his leg up. He stayed in this position for around three minutes or two. I thought I’d be too late to capture his image by the time I got the camera out, but no, I had plenty of time.
At the apex of Queen and King Street, I observed this super-fit pretend policeman… No, I mean Community Police officer, helping a driver with his nowhere to park problem.
I made it to the bus stop, with eight minutes to spare.
Nosh served up.
Down in the elevator and got the washing into the machine.
Back up to the flat and got the Health Checks done.
Back again to the flat and took this picture from the kitchen window. I could see aeroplane lights high in the sky as they flew past. But they did not appear in the photograph for some reason.
I hurried down to get the washing, taking this photograph of the display board near the elevator doors on the ground floor.
Into the laundry room, I went and emptied the drum of the clothing, folded them and then got them into the bag.
I turned part-way up and tried another effort at the new build block.
The crocuses, or croci, using the Latin form, never cease to amaze me every year.
Painfully with Anne Gyna now joining Hippy Hilda in giving me some jip, I pressed on, occasionally stopping to give Hilda and Anne a rest.
Not that I am au fait with gardening in any conceivable way, but I thought their composed and things were a decent price, and they had apparently just had a delivery of the manure and stuff.
When I got through the doors to the Tropical Gardens, I was greeted by the now mended metal Gorilla.
Whatever these plants were I don’t know, because they did not have a sign on them as many others had. But, beautiful they were.
I watched the Koi Carp for a long time, but could not get a decent photograph of them, no matter how many times I tried.
And they stayed off, all the way back to the flats. Downhill you see!
I took another snap of the flat building.
Updated this diary. By now it was late for me, so I got the meal sorted.