Tuesday 30th July 2019
Croatian: Utorak, 30 Srpnja 2019
02:30hrs. I woke, hearing the oddest submarine sonar rebounding sounds! The noise seemed to be everywhere around me? I got the hearing aids in to listen, but they had to come out sharpish, as the noise modulations seemed an exact replica; not that I’ve ever been on an unterseeboot of course, I judged this on the films I’ve seen, they almost hurt my eardrums! The pitch or intonations were annoying, not loud, though, at all.
Confused, I had to get up and investigate. Nae bothers, in my extraction of the bulbously obese stomach and thin, scrawny limbs from the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner. Or in getting my balance and standing upright. (This was lovely to experience, but worrying, it was so unnatural). No demands from the innards for a wee-wee either! I had a poddle around searching for the source of the abnormal sound, as it slowly seemed to dissipate into the ether as I hobbled from room to room. Another 72 Woodthorpe Court, Unsolved mystery!
I got the kettle on, and the handwashing checked, still far to damp to move them.
Come think of it, it was feeling almost cold this morning. I checked the thermometer, it showed
I did the health checks, not quite as good this morning. I think that the Blood Pressure was a little higher than it has been recently. Sys 14, Dia 130, the pulse was okay at 72. The body temperature was a lowly 33.9°c, well I thought that at first. So using the format given to me by
Checked the emails, and a friend in the flats had asked me; if I was having a Morrison order coming, to get certain foods that were on offer. I emailed back, no problem. I got onto the computer and low and behold, they had none in stock! So, I’ll order some later for her. Sent an email again, explaining the situation.
Life is always messy, innit? Haha!
I checked on a different site for the week’s weather. Precipitation for today was given as 100%, with thunder. The remaining days showed as far less rain. We’ll see!
I must not forget to call in the Sherwood Health Centre on the way out and get an appointment made for my toes to be clipped, as the receptionist told me to. By golly, the nails on the hand and feet grow so quickly now, after the stroke. I wonder why?
Ah, well, time to get the ablutions done. Back later, folks.
I took the sorted black bags to the chute and returned to gather the requirements for the trip to Asda to get the rest of the shopping, that I couldn’t carry yesterday. But, with the INR Nurse not calling this week, at least I have the time go today.
The plan was to go out about 08:24hrs, this would, or should give my time to have a hobble up trough the park, and through the twitchel, and down to and along Elmswood Gardens to the Health Centre. Then get the appointment time to the next nail-clipping session. But as per normal… Humph and Angermaking Fiddlesticks!
Down and right along to the end of Elmswood Drive. I admired the flowers en route to the Sherwood Health Centre.
For a minute or so, I thought I saw it throbbing. By the time I’d got to the clinic, about five minutes, I’d forgotten all about being bitten. Hehehe!
I called in the Co-op and bought a pack of salt & vinegar rice cakes and a packet of fresh garden peas. As I meandered around, I bumped into Welsh William a few times. He was doing the same as me, killing until he could use his free-bus-pass. Well!
He was that quick, I only just caught a glimpse of him on the picture. He’d just rounded the block on the mobile, then Welsh William (with the carrier bag) and was gone! Swine!
I met some of the clan from the flats and had a word with some, then the 58 bus I needed, arrived. It got Arnold very quickly, and so I had time to get the shopping in a slightly more relaxed manner. I utilised the shopping list and didn’t get anything that was not on it! Smug-Mode-Adopted! I used the regular checkout and bought Milk, beetroot, gherkins, Cheesy curls, lollies, rice cakes and a milk roll sliced loaf.
I struggled a bit packing the trolley and bag. So much so that I thought I might miss the bus after all! But no, I got to the bus stop, and within a minute the L9 arrived.
A gloriously sunny day, no signs of the promised rain yet. Back at Winwood Heights, I got home ASAP from the bus and got the fodder put away.
Got the kettle on and oven warming to use later and podded the garden peas and got them into the saucepan. Then went on the balcony and took some photographs of Chestnut Way.
While I had the camera in hand, I then took some pictures from different angles than usual. Of the residencies, a little more zoomed-in. I hope you like them.
I started to do the updating of this blog next. With so many photographicalisations, it took me hours to get this far.
When I went to make a mug of tea, boy, what a change in the weather from earlier. The heavens opened up!
I opened a window that didn’t claim any chinks of finger flesh this time. And took two shots to try and capture the falling drops of rain.
I was gob-smacked at this.
I wonder if it will revert again to the rain and go dark once more?
I am something of a pluviophile (someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days).
I got the nosh going, while I did some more updating.
The result, a nectarous, finger-licking, tasty plate of fodder! I believe this would be called a dogwood sandwich in New Mexico. (Thanks, Tim Price). A well-worth-it Flavour rating of 8/10. Had the Asda (Walmart) baby beetroots been a little less like ball-bearings in texture, it would have been a higher score! Tsk!
I got the handwashing done, rinsed and left hanging to dry. A bit like Theresa May, really!
The nerve-damaged right leg, was positively thinner, and the flesh much softer, but the scars, papsules and unidentified blotches had gotten much fainter?
The eyelids grew heavier.
Zzzz!
It’s called a Dagwood Sandwich after the cartoon (https://s3-media2.fl.yelpcdn.com/bphoto/svkExy86C3c3r_oVU5zdpw/l.jpg). You made a really good example with that one. It’s good you didn’t react anymore than just a red mark that might have throbbed to the insect sting. Allergic reactions to stings can be deadly. Call again in two weeks after two weeks. What a racket they have going. You survived the pavement cyclist and got some decent photos.
Dagwood origins: I shall inform the Nottinghamians of this on the blog, mate. I’ll put the link on it too.
I still find it hard to understand how there was no reaction pain-wise. It’s almost gone completely now, Tim?
I told one of the tenants yesterday, that I am going to have a Dagwood sandwich for lunch. They just looked at me with an expression that said; “What’s he talking about?” Haha! If he reads the blog, he’ll see the link, I hope.
A bit farcical at this clinic up to now. I can see they may have been informed of my ailments… sorry, ‘Many Issues!’ This may be discouraging them? Haha!
Cheers, Sir.
Unless one is familiar with the comic a Dagwood sandwich is meaningless. The stingless sting is strange. You usually feel a bit of pain.
I found a great site about the Dagwood Sandwich, Tim.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dagwood_sandwich
The nerve damage is not all bad, then. Hehehe!
Cheers, Tim.
As you can see, you make a pretty good likeness.
Hehehe!
So I see you are the ” go to guy” for other people around you, to get certain food ítems and such. You´re running a racket is my believe, and this is all a show, you are really a gangster. Who knows…….
Take care Inchkok.
Shh! Hehe!