Wednesday 30 February 2019
Turkish: Merkredo 30 Februaro 2019
23:30hrs: I woke, and when the brain joined me in wakefulness, I tried my best to recall some of the dreams I’d been having. I was being chased, by Tony Blair and John Prescott amongst other unknown pursuers, along what seemed miles of office corridors. They were snarling, cursing and shouting at me for some reason, also strange to me. Lots more happened that is all confused now, but they ended up throwing me out of a window, that I can recall. No notes had been scribbled down on my pad, shame that.
Around 00:00hrs, I dismounted the £300 second-hand 1978 rusty recliner, hauling my gargantuan, out of shape, pendulous, sagging stomach burdened torso into an upright position. It’s not easy you know! I had to utilise the emergency grey bucket which luckily I had disinfected and left in place near the electric fire as usual. This wee-wee was of the SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like Wee-wee) variety. I’d no sooner finished that, and the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I’m getting regular with these Throne visits lately, ain’t I?
Off to the wet room. The evacuation well reasonably well, no bleeding from the rear end, which I fear was not the case with Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Another almost involuntary SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like Wee-wee) had to be taken. In fact, I was so glad it came then, cause had it happened elsewhere, I might not have got to the WC or EGB (Emergency Grey Bucket) in time. Oh dear, not another day like Sunday… Please!
I checked over the pins. Well, they didn’t look too bad, fluid retention wise at all.
Some of the mish-mashes of spider veins seemed to have faded too?
Although just one new bruise had appeared on the left ankle. Which is the one that let me down twice, yesterday. I wondered if it might because I’d cut the tops of my socks so they wouldn’t be too tight, and the fluid had gone down and caused the problem. You know me, I’m always worried when there is nothing to worry about. Haha!
Cleaned up and off to the kitchen to risk a small mug of tea, and get the Health Checks sorted out.
Hello, the Sys has gone down, at last, so has the pulse and dare I say it, the weight! Can’t understand why the temperature is down, though? Not worried mind, it has been lower than that before.
I like this new thermometer now I’ve worked out how to use it properly. It gives an almost instant reading from the ear-hole.
I had another SPSHPLWW and went to get some brekkers. I’ve no idea why, but I fancied trying a pot of the Sweet & 
Sour Noodles that I bought yesterday in Mansfield.
So I did! By gum, it was excellent along with a cup of the Glengettie strong tea.
Of course, this means if 
I am to get any more of the pots or teabags, this says I’ll have to go to Mansfield to buy them as no one else sells them! And that is if they have some left in stock. Mmm! Tsk!
Only one Sharwoods Noodle left up there on top of the cupboards now. I’m not too keen on Batchelor’s Super-Noodles at all. They can go as raffle prizes for anyone who fancies them. Or I can put them on the table in the lobby for anyone to help themselves to.
I set about updating the Tuesday blog.
Most frustrating. Each time I checked my syntax and spelling, the signal would die after, and I had to do it all again on the failed saves. And there were many them! After many SPSHPLWWs, two mugs of tea and more effort than I could cope with, I got the diary finished a sent off. But not until gone 06:30hrs! Nearly Seven Hours It Took me! Oy Vey!
I went on WordPress Reading for a while. Then answered all the comments, I didn’t miss any, I relied on both of them. Hehe!
An SPSHPLWW then I made a mug of Assam tea and took these photographs from the kitchen window.
It looked a little frosty out there. When I opened the new unwanted light and view-blocking and needing more cleaning, and there is no way I can reach to do that without moving everything and using the step ladders then hang out of the window itself to reach all the glass to clean them, windows. The dew dripped inside. All down my jammies, the oven glove and onto the electric storage heater. Just thought I’d mention it, like. Huh!
Made a start on doing this post at last.
A good job I kept making notes to refer to earlier.
Mr Fries, Global-Liberty Virgin Media Internet had got a little less slow now. Honestly, it can be done you see!
I took another break, one for another brew because the earlier one had gone cold, and a wee-wee was needed again!
I got the kettle on and ventured out into the bare balcony and took these two photographs of roughly the same bit of sky.
As I opened the metal spring clip and opened the left-hand window to take these shots, the dew came in and again my jammies and slippers got soaked in the incoming water. 
Humph! The first was in Auto mode, and the one on the right in Distance mode. Can’t see much difference in them, myself.
As I came back in it looked like fog, but it wasn’t.
I think it was the heat going out of the room that caused the steaming up.
But I went back out and took these two photographs of the workers doing their jobs down outside in this cold weather. Oh, and got the jammies and feet wet again. Haha!
I then got back to updating this post and got as far as here with it, before having another SPSHPLWW.
Then I went on Facebooking. Then made an Asda (Walmart) order to arrive in the morning, remembering to put milk on the list. Haha!
Nosh in the oven.
Lamb hotpot and burger, a few chips (fries) and mini tomatoes. Had the last few slices of the milk bread with it.
Excellent flavour-rating of 9.3/10.
Got settled to try and watch some TV. But, Dizzy Dennis visited me, and the wholething became confusion.
TTFN.
But oh what a mess! Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding again. The cleaning up and medications were painful and uncomfortable. However, on the plus side, the evacuation went well with no haemorrhaging from the rear end.
The BP had been so high on every check this week. I wonder why? Then again, a lot of things confuse me nowadays. Hahaha! 
Had a break for a mug of tea and to get some breakfast. I reached for the porridge pot with the picker-upper claw, dropped it, then picked it up off of the floor.
swept and mopped. 
cleaner and lemon disinfectant used. 
When it came to cleaning the mess afterwards, I found that two EIBWBBB weevils were in the water? 
When I got back after the VSFWWW, to empty the bowl that I’d left in the kitchen sink. Blimey, there was a live Weevil in the bowl.
Since my childhood, I have always been fascinated by heliotropism (movement of plants towards sunlight). 
Further down, as I walked by the entrance to the Muggers-Delight pathway, I spotted a piece of Nottingham Street Art. 
that looked like porcelain, but it was too heavy to be China. The Sue Ryder shop had a lot of cups and mugs, but no China ones, so my searching over, I went out to the bus stop and caught a Pronto bus to Mansfield. 
I took the underpass through to the B&M and Poundstretcher stores, calling in the B&M first. 
Out into the sad roadway outside that had now barred any parking, that must have cheered up the few shop owners who are left! 
I had a poddle around the sadly near-deserted streets. 
A little light drizzle on the way back to Sherwood. But the driver was on my side and went like a bat out of hell for me. 
The workers seem to be taking away an awful lot of soil from the front of Winchester and Winwood Courts. 
I made my way back to the flats, and up to mine and took a painful wee-wee. Ahh! 
Did the Health Checks and took the medications. 
I used a drop of the BBQ Sauce I’d bought on it. I must remember not to use too much in future, its very hot, but I think I can cope with just using a little. Hehe! 
The evacuation was a tad reluctant to proceed and side-splittingly uncomfortable. 
The pins seemed to be no worse this morning. 
I took the midday Health Checks just too see if things had gone down any, and they had. 
The Asda delivery arrived, and I put away the items. I’d got a load of slice Milk Bread. I hadn’t tried one of these since about 1968 when they first came out. It was the Wonderloaf Bakery who made them then. The company has changed hands a few times; now it is branded as Warburtons.
As it got light, the sun came from behind the flats, making an interesting photographic opportunity for me. 
Into the foyer, and there Penny (On the left in the photo) had joined Mo taking a seat while she waited for a washing machine to come free.
Got the salad nosh made up. 
As I sat there, waiting patiently for the wee-weeing to cease, the flow was so gentle and without sensation, that I wasn’t sure if it had stopped or not. I had a read some pages of the war book.
I checked the condition of the pins. 
The results looked a little more balanced to me this time. Sys and Dia back down nicely.
The morning view I thought was worthy of recording again.
At last, I made a start on this post. 
Got the nosh prepared. 
An instant need for a wee-wee arrived. With great difficulty in holding back the imminent flow and getting free of the £300 second-hand recliner at the same time, I got myself upright and made for the grey emergency tub in the corner – Calamity! It was not there! I’d forgotten I moved it yesterday when the workers arrived. Oy Vey! So, having gone all through my dream-filled sleep without taking a wee-wee, you can see how desperate things were now! Oy gevalt! Panic set in, but I had a sense-of-mind to make for the WC and not waste valuable time searching rooms for the grey bin. 
The Sys was a bit lower than it was yesterday but higher than it should be methinks. Again, not surprising me. Tsk! 
One more SSPWW, (Got splashbacks with this one, Oh, dear!) and I made a start on this blog, getting up to here with it. 
0805hrs. I even did a bit of singing in there! 
As I got to the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned to take this shot of Winwood Heights, with Winchester Court being the closest one. It still has the sign indicating that it is called ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe!
Then made my way to the Victoria Centre Market Stalls. Which was a
Not many Nottinghamians about! Although I did see two relaxing in a shop doorway later, and providing some Nottinghamian Street Art for me to snap. Poor things!
When I got out of the store, the rain was more persistent.
and photo them all, and get the camera wet into the bargain. But for this last one I saw, I risked it.
I perused the menu on show in the window: Nutella on Toast £5.50, Scrambled Egg on Toast £6.00. Egg Benedict £9.00 add spinach for 50p. Porridge Oats £4.50 add sultanas or honey for £1. Pancake Porker Stack 5 pancakes with Dukes Hill ham and dripping with Maple syrup £8.50. Toast and Butter £1.50, this dish is suitable for vegetarians, two slices of bloomer with butter. White, unless you want brown add jam, marmalade, marmite or honey for £1, Nutella for £1.50. Open sandwiches from £8.75. Sides & Extras £1.00, Roddas Clotted Cream £1.00. Portion of Jam £0.50, Slice of white bread or brown bread £0.50, Ice cream a scoop £1.50. Other sauces £0.50. 
I caught a 40 bus back to the flats. Tony from the apartments got on en route, and we had a gossiping session.
Prepared the nosh, no cooking involved. So it was easy. 
As I got up from the Throne, both of the ankles gave way. No falling over though, cause I reached out to stop myself from going over..
I toyed with the idea of having some breakfast, noodles, porridge or Corn Flakes. But fetching the step-ladders and stick-grabber so I can get to the food, seemed just too much bother! Did you see that? My unplanned cunning plan to cut down on food! HaHa! 
incompetents. Just a thought! 
So, I thought I’d get some brekkers after all. I got the stick-picker and got down one of the new, special offer half-price super-noodle pots down to try out. 
Did the Health Checks.
Waiting not for the big evacuation to end, but the side-show of the wee-weeing to finish! A new LSPDOWWWSOPs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee-with-spurts-of-power) Mode this morning. I’d taken three of these over the next half an hour. Tsk! Cleaned-up, and returned to the recliner. 
SYS and DIA down nicely. Overall a good set of results methinks. 
Had a look at the fluid containers (legs) to see if any new welts, boils, scars or bruises had arrived overnight. 
Every day something different! Wasn’t that a catchphrase in an old advert on TV?
after I had just put the clothes in to soak and it wasn’t there then… I would appreciate it. Baffled-Mode-Engaged!
The fire door at the outer corridor end was wedged open, a door matt at flat 70 was in use, both of which I thought had been banned since Grenfell fire. 
Dropped the bag of recyclables at the caretaker’s door. I didn’t disturb him, because he was on his mobile phone. 
Wardens Temporary HQ. Handily placed 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 decided while in there, to get the laundry done. On the walk back, I saw how close the thirty-foot drop was to the new walkway we have to use until the turning circle for the buses is completed.
Access to the Woodthorpe Court entrance looked a bit dodgy as I limped in the drizzle along Chestnut Walk. 
washing and got the short cycle going. 
I departed the company I was enjoying and back up to the apartment. Noticing a new poster on the lift foyer wall. 
They told me they would move the heavy stuff for me. I thanked them both. And updated this blog to here, and got the nosh cooking proper. 
I could not resist taking a shot I’ve done many times before, from the view and light-blocking, unwanted, thick-rimmed, needing more glass area and panes to be cleaned, thick-ledged preventing downward photos from being taken, new windows. Because the view was so beautiful. 
I got the new China (Well it was made in China, Hehe!) mug, and as the kettle heated up, as any right-thinking sinensophile or tea-lover would, I poured very-hot water from the tap to heat-up the new china mug before making the brew… Oh dear! I let it slip from my grasp, and it dropped onto the older China mug soaking in the bowl! Causing, two chips in the loved old mug! I nearly cried! 
The Pulse had gone from yesterdays first checks, to being low again now. Mind you, it’s been less, so I don’t know why I mentioned this? 
Made the brew (carefully), and thought about breakfast later, and decided to have some Marmite sarnies, using the sliced Polish bread. Plenty of it left from the gigantic loaf to use up.
in thinking this. 
I went to make yet another mug of tea, and the moon was still showing in the sky! 
It’s not a good photograph, but this is best three I tried taking. Amazing, here I am now 09:00hrs, and the moon still battling to come through. Which told me, it must be below freezing out there. I put the thermometer as far as I could get it to go without losing a grip on it. It showed -3°c. Brrr! Glad it is as snug as a bug in the apartment!
bottom field now. Not many birds about, apart from the nasty seagulls.
I got the Marmite jar out for use later on.
Then the desire for my super-breakfast of Polish sliced bread with Marmite got too strong for me to resist any longer. I made up the sarnies, watch a YouTube while I ate it up!
As I was shutting the door as I left the wet room, I had to reenter swiftly, with the Porcelain Throne duties demanding attention! Sat there, the brain kicked into
The sphygmomanometer worked the first time. But it produced some results that fretted me a bit! 
Then went to make a pot of porridge for brekkers. 
and unaccountable mystery scars seem to have changed, appeared or disappeared of their own accord, again!
I had a wee-wee, then gathered all the needs of the day into the bag and had a small mug of tea. 
I crossed over the road, spotting this sad sign of Nottingham’s future, and took a picture of it. Another closed-down Nottinghamian business up for lease! The bleak, wet roads, lack of shoppers and the sun beginning to shine, but it brought no hope with it… Sorry about that, got carried away. There must have been some traces of the minds moment of negaholism left-over. Hehe!
near for his to fall on, and hit the lampost in front of him!” It was just another failed hope, like. 
I got to the surgery and logged in. The lady receptionist said in response to my bemoaning the late appointment time and telling her of the problems this causes me: “That was “?” who made your appointment, I thought at the time how late it was for you!” Ah-well! Got the crossword book out, but my befuddled brain was not really up to getting many answers solved.
e! Gave her some nibbles, and thanked her. She told me to take off the wadding on the wound later than usual. Her word is my command (I left doing this until the morning, but mainly because I fell asleep so unbelievably early). Dropped off some nibbles for the reception team an off out.
I bought a pot of fragrance boost and a new China type mug. It was £2, but I thought worth it because I had found how good the tea tastes from the similar little mug I got for 50p from the charity shop months ago. 
Up and into the flat. Had an SSPWW, did the Health Checks and medication taking. Put the fodder away and made up some Polish bread sandwiches and some tomatoes, gherkins apple slices and mushroom added. 
I woke with one heck of a start an hour or so later!
00:00hrs. I stirred into a shambolic simulation of life, with the old mind in a state of worryingly mental-mayhem this morning. I was addlepated, muddleheaded and the fretting, panicking and confusions reigned, tormenting the brain somewhat for a while. Slowly the mind semi-focussed, and I saw the tray with the dirty plate and cutlery on the side chair. Signs of nocturnal nibbling were scattered around: an empty crisp packet, a jelly baby in the folds of my stomach, and a sucker wrapper in the waste tub, along with an empty desert pot! Oh, dear! This meant I must have got up out of the £300 second-hand rusty recliner during the night, and gone into the lightless kitchen to fetch the food, surely? But I could recall nothing of doing so at all? 
The electrician should be arriving twixt 08:00hrs > 12:00hrs, to replace the kitchen light tube. I hope! 
I’m back But feeling a right Schnook & Schmuck. Oy-Yoy-Yoy! Here’s why…
Julie told me that she said the appointment for the tube replacement was for… wait for it… MONDAY FEBRUARY 4TH! Not today! I wanted to run away and die! Lynne handed me a DVD of the ‘Clarence’ TV comedy, bless her cotton socks.
I then saw Penny on her way home from the bus, and I chased after her, she was quick, luckily I caught up with the gal as she was sorting out her door fob. The Lucozade was gone, so someone got made use of it, I’m glad to say. 
At 14.29hrs, a cheerful chappie arrived and sorted the kitchen light tube replacement for me in minutes
16:00hrs now. Well and truly past my kip-down time, but still waiting for the electrician. Might as well get the nosh sorted.