Thursday 28th February 2019

Greek: Πέμπτη 28 Φεβρουαρίου 2019

01:55hrs. I woke up and battled with the memories of a nightmare I’d been having, doing my best to get it, and the repetitiously resounding recollections to dissipate into the ether and stop disturbing my contentment! It was not the fact that I was falling down off of cliffs, tightropes, holes, off of bridges, out of aeroplanes, down sewers, etc. It was as if somehow, I knew it was not real, and I just wanted to stop myself being scorched and killed by the ever-burning flames wherever it was I landed. Very odd sensations were invoked, and I appeared to have felt guilty about my taking up the firemen and ambulance peoples time?  I believe there was a St Bernard and a St John’s medic at one of the attempted rescues, that was the only one where I didn’t snuff-it immediately – the one where I ended getting singed and shrivelled down the sewer drain?

Waking up was a delight. Took me a few moments to clear the brain-box of the memories. But I did, getting rid of memories and thoughts come so much easier as one ages. Hehehe!

Escaping the clutches of the £300 second-hand, ci. 1968 rickety, rusty recliner was a little more difficult than it has been of late. The right knee and left heel ensured this. Humph! As I gathered my equilibrium, composer aplomb and balance; I had to abandon the aplomb as I made a quick bee-line for the Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket! Making it with seconds to spare.

Cleaned things up, and got on the computer to update the Wednesday blog. Stopped to have another wee-wee. Although these were frequent for an hour or so, they were all of the SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee) evacuation type.

Back to the updating, then had to stop again for a Porcelain Throne session. Not such a messy affair this time. But it was not precisely a rushable one. In fact, I got through a chapter of the Victoria Wood biography.

Back to the updating of the blog. Flipping hard work this morning!

I stopped again, as I had forgot to do the Heath Checks and take the medications. Oy Vey!

The resulting readings were much closer to the normal.

And, I found that I had not missed taking last nights tablet dosages, as well, besides!

Smug, self-congratulatory, puffed up, pleased with myself mode adopted!

I did the ablutions next. So I would be all ready for the Morrison delivery and ready to go out to the Aldi-store. Also have a chat with the Sturmscharführeress guard and sentry Wardens Julie and Deana at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Holding cell. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room Portakabin, and spare ammunition armoury.

Too early in the day to try out and use the new shower-head, though. So a Stand-up-routine was used. After which I went to make a mug of tea.

As I was putting the kettle on, I thought to myself; “Hello, where’s that draught coming from?”.

It was a long time before I discovered I had left the new unwanted window open last night. Tsk! What a plonka!

The intercom rang, it was the Morrison driver with the delivery.

I got the stuff stored away. I now have the fullest fridge and freezer of my life.

In fact, there was some fodder I could not get into the freezer at all! So I took a pack of bread thins with me later, to hand out and not go to waste, along with the tea bags I shall never use now I have a lifetimes supply of Glengettie and Morrisons Special Assam in stock.

This is the little gadabout route I did later.

A little mist about this morning, but not too cold at all with it.

I dropped off the jars at the recycling bin and put the recycle bag in the big bins, Robert the caretaker had placed them outside ready to be emptied.

The workers were very busy on the new Extra Care Winwood Court fittings inside and out.

I took this shot of the Winwood and Winchester blocks as I ambled along Chestnut Way to Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. I entered to find a few folks in there. One came in later, not realising that the Social Hour had been cancelled due to poor Jenny being so ill.

Thankfully, the bread and tea bags were utilised. And Deana, rang the doctors for me, to book an appointment for the blood test, that no one had done from the surgery. Tsk! Thanks, Deana. She’s mad about, you know. Why every time or trips me up, or she hits me, she says, “Excuse me first! Hahaha!

I was more pleased about anything when I heard Julie tell Dean they needed some milk. I said I could bring some back for them, and they let do it. Great to be able to do a little bit for others, I went up another notch in the contentment stakes. Now I must make sure I don’t forget some semi-skimmed milk!

I noticed a poster on the wall in Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Bellerina Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Holding cell block. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Makes you think, dunnit?

I chatted with the gals on the short bus ride to Mapperley top. Alighted, with some difficulty when I got thrown around on the bus when I stood up to get off.

As I walked along to the Aldi store, the light began to fade a bit, and a cold breeze began. Ah, rain on the way, I thought.

Got in the store and made my to pick up the milk first, just in case I got carried away and forgot to later. I collected the bits and got to the checkout, where I bought and paid for: The semi-skimmed milk, two sourdough part-baked baguettes, a pork pie, refuse bags, some tomatoes, sliced cooked loin and some German roasted meat.

As I got outside, taken aback with much darker things had got since I entered the Aldi store, proper-threatening weather now.

AS I passed the old car showroom that has the mystery contents in the window last week.

All became clear. (He says, fibbingly!) Outdoor Living by Zoo Interiors.co.uk… although not too clear! Haha!

As I moved on along towards the Mapperley Rise turn, that I needed to take to get home, the vehicle drivers were turning on their lights, it was getting so dark.

I stood still for a few moments. Because the view reminded me something or some time, some experience… but I could not recall precisely what it was. I soon gave up trying to find the reason and moved on.

As I turned right down the road, I attempted to make a panoramic photograph of the dimly-lit view ahead of me.

It didn’t come out very well, and again a third of the take was just black. So I trimmed it off later, to leave this effort.

On the corner of Maurice Drive, some kind Nottinghamian had created some Nottingahamian Street Art. Humph!

As I got further down the hill. I tried another panoramic shot, this time of the Deacon Tyres depot.

This one came out a little wider, but I don’t know why. I think I’ll have to stop trying these types of pictures on this old camera.

Some herbicidal chaps were working on murdering the trees. The peccary swine! Still, it gave me a new view to photograph for you! Hehe!

I crossed the road so I could walk down where there were fewer of the builder’s vehicles around.

But, the contractors had left something in the way on the pavement. So, I had to risk life and limb and walk in the roadway, until I came to the junction when I could risk stepping on the wet grass and mud.

If you want a flat here, I can put in a good word for you? Hehehe!

As I got to towards the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. 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 took these two shots.

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Got into the shed and handed Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress & Harpsichord player, Warden Julie the milk. She insisted on overpaying me. A few words of a socialisationalistical nature were exchanged.

Going up in the lift, I espied two new posters on the walls.

I made way back to the flat. After a wee-wee, I put the food away and got on the computer to update this blog. Three hours (and wee-wees) later, the odd persistent noises from the other side of the wall ceased! I’m glad to say. That being an external wall, I assumed the lads were filling in the holes and gaps like they had done on Winchester Court.

I went to check on the heat on the oven to put in the Hock, leek, potato gratin with extra cheese and tomatoes added.

The noises had stopped again

I could see why now.

The rain was pouring down, and the lads were running for the cover of their vehicles.

Note that the Sony camera, the one that gives me redeye, reflections and refuses to allow me to take panoramic shots, is now offering me black squares as an added free extra!

Bad luck? Unlucky? Me?

Grumph!

I gave up and got the nosh prepared.

Hock, leek, potato-gratin ready meal, with extra cheese, garden peas, french fries and tomatoes added.

Surprisingly enjoyable, although later after eating it, I did get visited by Confusion Confucius toying with the brain for a while.

Flavour rating of 8.8/10.

When it came (in the morning) to updating this blog, I fear that memory blanks prevent me from writing about what I cannot recall from here on?

Hey-ho!

TTFNski.