Wednesday 20th March 2019

Chinese (Simplified): 2019年3月21日星期三

01:35hrs. I woke with a perspicuousness, clarity of mind. Lamentably, concentrated on the vagaries and negatives of my life. I immediately sensed the warm-wet sensation from the PP’s from both front and rear.

When I put in the hearing aids and the spectacles on the head, more haemoglobin showed up on my hands. The nose had been bleeding, too. I felt a little dolorous and engaged Defcon Three status. Hehe!

I hauled my crassulent body from the £300, second-hand, ci1968 rickety-rusty recliner. Not such an easy task as it had been over the previous few mornings, cause I wanted to take care not start the haemorrhaging flowing from any dried-blood patches.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. The exceedingly messy evacuation went reasonably well. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were cleaned and medicated without much bother. Little Inchies fungal lesion was a problem sorting out, but the pain was worth it after it was all done. The nosebleed was stunted easily, too!

Checked the pins (legs) and they seemed to have got a little thinner than on Tuesday, with some new coloured areas, bruises and blotches. But, many of the blood papsules have disappeared? The Mystery Continues!

Changed into fresh PPs, washed and off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done and make a brew of the extra-strong Glengettie tea bags!

As I took this photograph of the scene outside, through the unwanted, light and view-blocking windows. That I can’t physically get access to for cleaning, I could hear the familiar sounds of the emergency vehicles sirens and klaxons, as the moon shone down on the Nottinghamian burglars, street sleepers, shoplifters, gangs of druggies and hoodies, pavement cyclists, muggers, alcoholics, pickpockets, racists, fascists, terrorists and party goers.

I updated yesterday’s diary, got it finished and sent off to WordPress. Went on the GP Reader section.

Then made a start on this blog.

I popped onto Facebook to catch up with the photo albums and visited the TFZer blog.

Got the breakfast cornflakes and watched some YouTube clips.

Ablutions tended to. Towelled off, medicationalisticalisations completed, deodorised the overbearingly large torso, and got dressed.

The whole ablutioning jobs, teeth cleaning, shaving, showering and medicalisationing took about 40 minutes – Getting the socks on, made me suffer pain and frustration and took me about 30-minutes! A tragicomic, painful farce! But at least I managed it! I decided to try out the two-sizes-too large shoes that I had bought under instruction from the Health Centre, to wear at tomorrow’s appointment. I was only going to call at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress 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. Then get back to the flat for the Ocado order to be delivered. I dropped two back backs of rubbish down the chute on the way out.

It was a warm day out there and very little wind. The sun out, although not brightly so. I arrived at the hut, and there were Brenda, Mary, another lady, and Roy within. More outside waiting at the bus stop – usually these eight would be tobacco addicts.

I had a natter with Obersturmführeress Warden and Catwalk Princess Deana, and Stabsfeldwebeless and Primo-Ballerina Julie, I told them about tomorrows appointment. And we had a bit of fun. Ah, I remembered, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. So, I’ll say no more. Hehehe!

Had a chatter with the tenants. Welsh Roy had arrived, but he threw some insults at me, had a laugh, then he soon went out for a fag. I followed on my way home, stopping for some beloved gossips with the residents at the bus stop.

Hauptsturmführeress Warden/Catwalk Deana was caught by Welsh William and another tenant, for a moan gossip or put-down, I know not which. Haha!

I got a shot of the Winwood Heights. I had to stand back near the edge of the grass close to the thirty-foot fall-off down to the allotments below, to get all the courts in the shot. Right Winchester, centre Winwood Court and at the dead-end, my treasured Woodthorpe Court block.

There were a lot of jet plane contrails across the sky.

I got back to the apartment and got some turnips cooking with some balsamic vinegar. I’d got some Soulful One Pot Pulled Jackfruit smoky BBQ Chilli with corn and beans. I had no idea what Jackfruit was, so I inquired of Google. I discovered: The jackfruit, also known as jack tree, is a species of tree in the fig, mulberry, and breadfruit family native to southwest India. Hope I like it when I try it later.

I ventured into the unwanted light and view-blocking new balcony, and risk injury to open the refractory metal left-hand curved release bar the needs fressing forward and pulling inwards at the same time, without any Whoopsiedangleplops. I caught the worker chaps coming into the compound of the Winwood Court Extra Care block.

I then went to open the other dangerous metal right-hand curved release bar, that also needs pushing outwards and pulling inwards at the same time, this one didn’t go so well. It was such a lot stiffer, and when it did open, it did so sharply and noisily. No-bother though, the wrist didn’t bleed for too long.

I took this zoomed-in photo of the kids playing area in Woodthorpe Grange Park.

Apart from one dog owner being taken for a walk by her animal, I could see no ankle-snappers or young trainee muggers anywhere in the whole park. Puzzling me this?

Aha, I realise now, that the kids are not on holiday from school. I got there in the end! Mind you, the last time I had a walk near that playground, most of the kids had some type of contraption or other linked to their earholes, or were texting, whatever.

I took this long-distance shot. I think the areas covered are Hucknall, Papplewick, Blidworth and Bestwood. But of course, I might be wrong.

The intercom burst into life. It was the Ocado delivery. I must take some sourdough bread for the Wardens later. I got a large loaf which is far too large for me, but I like to share things, as the small loaf costs twice as much in ratio to the large one! The retailers don’t want single people, especially old people on their own!

I put away the fodder. The Soulful Pulled Jackfruit vegetarian meal looked lovely through the plastic container. I’m looking forward to trying it with the turnips.

I dealt with Health Checks and midday medications. Then got on with updating this post and getting the photographicalisation sorted out.

Then I nipped out to the 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. Hopefully, I can catch them in and give them their treat and bread. (I’ve split the sliced loaf between us. I can dunk mine in the Chilli perhaps).

Off to see the gals. Julie was in.

I forgot to take the camera with me. Tsk!

I returned to the flat and got the meal prepared. I hope that Ocado keeps the special offer on the ‘Soulful One Pot Pulled Jackfruit smoky BBQ Chilli with corn and beans’ What a mouthful!’ Hehe!, vegetarian meal. For it tasted so good, and was not, as I feared it might have been, too hot/spicy for me. Easy to prepare as well. A Flavour Rating of 9.25/10. The Polish sourdough bread was a delight also when dunked in the juices.

Then I realised that the product contained sweet corn. Something I should not eat, as the passing of such food can cause my haemorroids to bleed. Crap! Fingrs crossed!

Did the Health Checks, and got the too large a size shoes out so as not to forget to wear them in the morning, on the trip to the Mary Potter Health Clinic. Even though I found that it is dangerous to wear them, judging from my experience doing so today. Any uneven surfaces hobbled along, and the thicker, heavier soles, and loose fitting along with catching the more extended ends, made it a smidge of a dodgy hazardous practise, tripping up-wise. Tsk!

When the fatigue started to dawn, a little earlier than usual as well, I resisted not! I got my dough-bellied, spare-tyred body down in the now-working-again second-hand, ci1968 rusty recliner. I did put the TV on, but obviously knew I was not about to be able to stay awake much longer, but still foolishly tried to watch an episode of ‘Pie in the Sky’. I did well actually, and got through until the second set of banal advertisement, before drifting off into the bliss that is sleep!