Tuesday 29th January 2019
Norwegian: Tirsdag 29. Januar 2019
23:20hrs: I sort of shot awake, with a worryingly instant demand for the Porcelain Throne! The scrimmage to get out of the second-hand rickety, rusty 1978 recliner, and straight to the wet room went well and without any altercations.
I cleaned up the blood on the porcelain and floor. I washed the dandies and disinfected the contact points.
What a state! Although I think the fluid storage was less than yesterday, the papsules, mystery scars blotches, and spider veins seemed to have had some disappear and other replacement ones grown in the night, yet again!
I had a good perusal of the wet room floor, and there were no sightings of any of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) dead or alive? Another Woodthorpe Court Mystery!
I tackled the Health Checks next.
I used the old little camera to take this shot of morning sky – not very good is it?
Indeed not of my better efforts. I might have moved the camera a little, cause I was trying to catch the blue lights of the three emergency vehicles belting down Winchester Street, and the two on Mansfield Road in the same photo. Tsk!
I pressed on with updating the Monday blog and got it posted off to WordPress.During which, the wee-wees I found to have settled into a VSFWWW (Very short-Frequent-Weak-Wee-wees) variety. Hehe!
Obviously, at this time of the morning (03:50hrs), I did not use the vacuum, but the old bush and pan.
I used the cloth mop to do the corners and gaps, and the round foot-press Spin-mop and bucket for the main area.
I made use of Flash floor
I didn’t make any noise and felt a little proud of myself in fact.
The knees and legs were not complaining at all. I did have to stop for three of the VSFWWWs, though.
But, as I washed the bowl used to clean both of the mops up in, I had to have a wee-wee.
Maybe it is fate, kismet, destiny or providence that I live out my life with these alien Weevils as some company? Has some all-powerful entity decided I can have their camaraderie and adopt them as pets? Haha!
I got to do this post and got up to here, then went to check the kitchen in case I’d left something running, like a tap (faucet), and to review the outcome of my domestic science handiwork. The floor didn’t look too bad, but Guilt about everywhere else made me consider doing some sorting on the counters and cupboards, the fridge as well.
Back to the computer, and checked the weather forecast, rain-wise to decide if to go out today or not. I had thought yesterday about getting a bus to Derby or Mansfield to get out a bit. No more Dizzy Dennis visits, yet! This is the forecast for today hour by hour:
I didn’t have the porridge after all. I had a mug of tea and some cheesy-nibbles and watched some clips about motoring accidents.
Sorted the Ablutions. Assembled the recycling bag, glass empties and black bags sorted out. Got dressed warmly and took them with me on the way out.
IT was -4°c outside showing on the electronic notice board near the lifts when I exited the building.
A water leak on Chestnut Walk didn’t help either. The frosted/iced vehicle screens showed how nippy it was. I felt a tad sorry for the lads doing the excavating work. I plodded on, waving through the window to Generalfeldmarschalless Julie and Riechsführeress Deana as I passed 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. Then to the end of the road and down Winchester Street hill into Sherwood.
The stretch of panelling in this picture shows why. The shrubbery has somehow forced its way through the narrow gaps in the planks of wood, attached itself to the grain, and spread out. I continue to be amazed at Mother Nature. At Mankind too, but for other reasons!
I thought for a moment, (I do this occasionally) with the beautiful orange daisy (or whatever it is called) flowering bravely through the freezing weather to bloom and search-out any sunlight, it shows contrast twixt people and nature. I wondered if the Tate Gallery would be interested? If not, I could take a picture of some bricks for them back at the flats. Hehe!
I got onto Mansfield Road, and there was a while to wait before I could use my bus-pass at 09:30hrs. So I went into some Charity Shops to search for any China mugs they may have on sale. The Nottingham Hospice shop didn’t have any. The Cancer shop had a cup
Not many passengers to start with, but it filled up later, and the bus had to keep stopping with no one at the bus stops. Presumably, to keep to the time-table?
I poddled about for ages. First I went in search of any China cups or mugs they may have on sale. None found. However, I ended up with a bag full of purchases all the same. At the cost of only £10.38. A tube of Liquorice Allsorts, two different pots of porridge, Wagon Wheels for the Social Hour nibble box, and two pots of sweet & sour noodles.
The rain was drizzling as I left, but it didn’t bother me as I only had to walk a few yards under cover to the Poundstretcher shop next door.
Where I spent a little more money, on Nibbles for the Social box, some biscuits for raffle prizes, and some flying saucer sherberts for myself. I found they had some bottles of French’s Authentic American Mississippi Sweet and Smokey BBQ sauce at… wait for it… 19p a bottle! Its usually costs £2! I couldn’t find a sell-by date on any, so I assume it must have been out-of-date. ‘Brewed & bottled in Missouri, USA’ it said on the label. I bought two bottles. I got the whole shop for only £9.87! I paid the lady, who apparently is suffering the same problems as the lady in the B&M store with her voice. Haha!
I can’t blame the staff at all. With so many shops closing all around them, even the pub across the way had closed down, it must be thoroughly depressing for them, and their spirits at rock-bottom.
But that did not stop a traffic Warden plodding up the road. The lady using her mobile phone nearly walked into the traffic officer, half acknowledge him without stopping using her texter. And then, almost walked into the scaffolding piles! Oh, how I wish I hadn’t put the camera back in my pocket! Hahaha!
Mansfield made Nottingham look like a Fun Palace. Depressive, I’m afraid.
Many years ago, when I worked near Mansfield for the Co-op, when the pits were still open, the folks were all a friendly and happy lot.
Even a year or so ago, I called into the Beales Store in the photo of happier times below. They occupied both sides of the parade.
Now, sadly I find they are closing down for good. This is such sad news for the retailers still open. Heartbreaking, I feel so much for the owners and the staff.
I took the midday meds from the pot in the bag and popped them.
I had to hold back a wee-wee of course. Not easy or painless, but somehow I held out until I got back to the flat! Phew!
Dropped off in Sherwood and waited for a 40 bus to take me up the hill a few stops. A tenant from Winchester Court was sat in the shelter, and we had a chinwag and laugh, bless her.
I hope they do not topple over and down the hill! Hahaha!
The drizzle had stopped altogether now.
Well, Argh and Ahh! Hehehe!
I unloaded the bags of purchases and put the nibble in the spare room box.
I laid out the buys and took a photo of them.
I thought the Wheels would come in handy as raffle prizes, cause I haven’t seen them before so might be appealing?
The canned beans were a fair price and in
USed the step ladders to get the brekkie corner filled with the pots bought added and rotated date-wise. All full now!
I got the pie in the oven heating and added some Texas sausages later, so they were both ready at the same time.
Got it served up and had the last of the milk roll bread with it. Just about to get settled to eat it, and the door chime rang-out to its tone of! “You’ve started something oh can’t you… I only wanna be with you” (Dusty Springfield). It was Stabsfeldwebeless Warden Deana and Sturmbannführeress Warden Julie. They had come to do a battery check with control with the Alert Wristlet alarm. They’d seen me hobbling home earlier, so knew I’d be in. The smell from my Cumberland Pie and sausage cooking got them going, they liked it! Hehehe! Check all done, I told them about the Glengettie tea bags bargain, had a short chinwag and off they went.
An 8.5/10 flavour rating for this one.WAshed the pots up.
Watching the TV, Dizzy Dennis paid me another visit. Tsk!
Can’t remember much after that, so I assume I dropped off at a ridiculously early time. Which is probably why I woke at 23:30 hours, wide awake?
Ah-well, as the Italians say, ‘Quel Che sarà sarà’ I think?
Yes, the old get everything but the one thing you are totally in need of business! I make lists for the grocery to avoid that and still forget that one thing I totally need! You are not alone.
Well thanks, Doug. Sad to hear you have the same Whoopsiednagleplop tendencies as I do.
But such a comfort to know ‘I am not alone’
Hehe! Cheers.
Mine is related to aside effect of dialysis…
Oh, don’t remind me, mate.
Take care. Hehe!
Still above ground, so all’s well! LOL!
Jolly good, show, Doug!
Guess what, the legs have gone down, and now the stomach has bloated out! Ah-well!
TTFN