Wednesday 13th February 2019

Portuguese: Quarta 13 de Fevereiro de 2019

01:45hrs: After last evenings phone call from the nice sounding lady at the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic (A mouthful that!), I could not get to sleep again. Hence, I woke an hour or two later than usual. Remembering that I have a Morrison order arriving twixt 0700:08:00hrs (Well, having noticed the sign I had left on the TV screen to remind me. Hehe!), I extracted my overburdened with a massive flobby-stomached body from the second-hand, Circa 1968 recliner, and off for a wee-wee. A little stronger and longer variety LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee), this morning.

I felt as if I had had no sleep at all.

Yet, I perked up a bit when I stubbed my toe on the way to the Porcelain Throne, which made me investigate the tootsie and ankle. Thus, I found that the new welt or whatever it is deemed to be was healing up well. Just in time for me to show it to the doctor in the morning. Huh!

The evacuation was not a messy one at all this time. Mind you, I left a reasonably pungent and odiferous scent behind.

To the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.

I had to use the Emergency Grey Bucket cause I thought that the need was going to be urgent. But it wasn’t. It was another LSPDOWW, and this was stung a bit more and took longer to get rid of less fluid. Confused-Mode-Adopted.

I disinfected the bin and washed the dandies, and got back on with the Health Checks.

BP was still in the high area on the graph. I’d even bet a pound to a penny that when the doctor takes in the morning, it will be down and looking normal. My being a hapless, ill-fated, blighted, unsuccessful, unlucky old wretch, must have its benefits. But I yet to find any.

Other ‘normal ‘people’ just can’t understand or believe me when I tell them! Oy Vey!

I took a shot of the morning lights. The photo did not come out very well?

I got on the computer and updated the Tuesday diary.

I turned on the television on the CCTV camera channel so I could see when the Morrison van arrived with the fodder (which I don’t really need, other than the Marmite foods) What a plonka!

I stopped doing the blog and got the ablutions done. After which, I got dressed then I got the post finalised and sent off to WordPress. I checked the Emails next. Morrison had informed me that they were substituting their own label bleach with Domestos. So, instead of £1.50, I had to pay £3 for the damned stuff! I was not a happy chappy!

The delivery man arrived. He kept quiet about the substitutions, where they usually tell me and ask if I want to return the substituted goods. But he was running late, so I forgave him.

Well, it is the 13th of the month!

I got the stuff put away, and decided to make some cooked meat (Oh yes, I have the smoked belly I bought yesterday I can use) and tomato sarnies, with the seasoned sliced potatoes for nosh later. How about that? Me making a decision! It’s so early in the day, as well. Hehe!

Off for another LSPDOWW; as the wee-wees were going this morning, this one was far less painful but much longer and weaker. I could write a book about wee-weeing when on Furesomide. Hahaha!

Off of the computer, and got the black bags to the waste chute, then made up a white bag of recyclables to drop off on the way out.

I took the bags and got into the elevator. Two floors down and I realised I had not put the hearing aids in. Klutz! Had to go to the ground floor and back up again. Much to the amusement of the chap who got into the lift. Hehe!

Out into the chilly, blustery breeze along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Holding cells, Winwood Heights, Untersturmführeress 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. A good few folks were in there this morning, which please me, cause it meant I could get a few chinwags in. Lynne, Doreen, Roy, Pete, and others. However, Gruppenführeress and Songstress Deana departed as I entered. But Obersturmführeress Ballerina Julie was in the office, having she replied to my inquiry of how she was today, that her loss of voice was improving. As was Penny’s also. So, good news there.

Out to catch the bus, a decent sized ganglet of residents at the stop today, for a Wednesday.

I sat next to Mary and had gossip, but only a little one, as I got off a few stops later, on Mapperley top, and hobbled in the much more fierce and cold winds up there, to the Aldi store to get some part-baked sourdough baguettes.

I purchased, corn flakes, mini-eggs, a ready-made meal called Loaded-Fries. Also, German cooked meat, tomatoes and some wafers to top up the Social Hour Nibblebox. And of course, some sourdough baguettes.

A few hundred yards along the top, I passed the vacant car sales property. I saw that the windows, previously boarded up, were now cleared. After looking at some stuff inside and taking this photograph of it, I found myself confused as to what the place might be going to be used for. Whatever the animal statue is of, I wasn’t sure. It looked like a bronze pig to me. Any guess what the building might be going to be used for at all, dear readers?

I thought I’d be glad to turn right down Mapperley Rise when I got there. I was wrong! Fancy that! Hahaha!

The cold, blustery winds were blowing up the hill into my face. Brrr! I thought I was going to get blown back up the incline. 

When I got to the turnoff for Chestnut Walk and the flats, the sky seemed to brighten up a lot, and the howling winds changed to just a chilly breeze.

British weather, eh?

As I walked further down the hill to Winwood Heights and home, I stopped to take a picture of the Winchester Court block.

It still tickles me when I look at the lettering on the new sign on the side of the block, reading as ‘WI HESTER COU’, Hehehe! Craftmanship that! And the building is looking all new and spit and polished as well.

The need for a wee-wee suddenly became severe! Oh, dear!  I was in a blur as I hastened as fast as my fluid-filled legs, bad ankle and wobbly overhanging belly would let me, to the flat and a wee-wee! Ah!

After the wee-wee, I put the food away and got on with updating this post. In between a good few weak-wee-wees, that goes without my saying really. Tsk!

Did the Health Checks and imbibed the medications. Got the oven warming, for the potatoes later on.

Back to the updating of this post.

Worn-out and tired now. Poor old sausage.

I got the nosh prepared and served up. Sliced potatoes, chicken sausages, tomato sarnies. Apple, Marmite cheese, and biscuits!

I felt so tired but ate most of the food. Taste Rating of 9/10 granted. Hehe!

Last Health Checks and meds were done and sorted.

I thought I’d take a snap of outside below the kitchen window.

Off ccourse, with the old windows, one only had to turn the farm and clean gently forward to take pictures of this area. With these unwanted light and view-blocking new window layout, the procedure is:

1. Go to the spare room, stubbing your toes as you go, and collect the step ladder and take it to the kitchen and place near the window next to the heater that had to be moved and left holes in the wall and floor that need to be paid for to put right.
2. Make sure you have got your wristlet alarm on, and have made your last will and testament out, so you do not have to worry when you topple off of the stepladder, or out of the window.
3. Open the window; the mechanism usually works after several attempts.
4. Wedge it open to prevent the wind from blowing back cracking you on the head again.
5. Place the steps as close as you can to the wall, climb to the top step so you will be able to see far enough out to view what you are about to photograph, and hope you don’t get a dizzy spell.
6. Tie the camera to your hand for fear of dropping it, and contort your old limbs and outstretched arm far enough out so you can see over the sticking too far-to-far out ledge.
7. Using one hand, as your other one will be needed to balance your body in hopes that you do not fall off of the steps…
8. Take your photograph.
9. Bang your elbow retrieving your arm and camera.
10. Close the unwanted new window. This operation can also take a few tries to get the mechanism to close. Try to trap as few fingers as possible as you do so.
11. Climb down the ladder, and try not to swear as Arthur Itis gives you agony in your knees and Back-Pain-Brenda joins in with him.
12. Close the stepladder, usually trapping a few fingers.
13. Take them back to the spare room, taking off the skin from your knuckles as you go through the door, and place them near your collection of Billy Fury LPs.
14. Return to the kitchen, collect your camera and take it to the computer, to transfer pictures to your blog.
15. Open the camera… to find you had forgotten to put the SD card in…
16. Repeat actions from 1 to 14, possibly 15.

Had a rinse and did the teggies.

The papsules on the ankle seemed to be getting better quickly, now. As I said earlier, just in time for me to see the doctor in the morning. Humph!

I settled to watch some TV. I even managed to stay awake for half-an-hour of Boon!

Zzzz!