Wednesday 11th September 2019
Belarusian: Серада 11 верасня 2019 года
01:05hrs: I was so amazed at how easily I got put off of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, (Which he found and took, I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, to have a wee-wee. No bother, this morning, just a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. The EGPWWB (Emergency-Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), had but a few fluid-ounces in it.
Having risen and moved with such ease, was a pleasure. Off to the kitchen, when the brain-storming arrived. Worries, problems etcetera permeating my peace of mind. Today is the lousily timed afternoon Podiatrist appointment. So I intend to get on with the updating. I took the medications, made a brew, and got the computer booted-up. I opened Coreldraw to make the graphics for a couple of days, and the Porcelain Throne required a visit.
The feet were checked, the nails were long! Hehe!
I eventually got the graphics done, and worked on the updating of the Tuesday post. I can’t believe how long it took me, but there was a fair number of photographs, though.
Much tap-tapping, rattling and banging coming from upstairs, that was making concentration hard. But whether it will be from Herbert or some workmen, it didn’t matter, whatever, it had to be done. I turned off the computer and got at least some black and recycling bags sorted. I can take them down when I go out to the Health Centre. Time to get the ablutions sorted after that.
Back in a bit, all being well, I hope… Hahaha!
I got things ready, and set out, down in the lift and walked along the link-passage, checking to see if the door mechanism on the exit and fire door had been mended, yet. Nope!
It felt like I was in another country for some reason. The wind was warm, the sun not too hot, and I was out and about, leisurely limping
As I strolled unsteadily along Elmswood Gardens, I spotted these flowers, with almost black leaves. They were obviously beyond their best, but they fascinated me. I wonder what they were?
I arrived at the Elmswood Health Centre. I walked around the corner to avoid the steps, around and up into the receptionist.
They were soon called into the treatment room. I got out the crossword puzzle book out and had a go at it. Not too successfully. Half an hour or so later, the lady came and called my name, and in I went. We had a good natter while she did the tootsies for me. I have to go back in two weeks, to booke the next visit. I gave her a nibble, thanked her and went out, and made my way into Sherwood, to check out the Post Office shop for any my newly addicted to, Puff pastry fingers.
The weather was still perfect for hobbling.
I thanked him, and as I left the store, an ignorant, scumball of pavement Cyclist wet by, and all but hit two young lady vegetarians sat eating outside the costly cafe, bakery, and shop. The swine! One of the girls got out her mobile and called someone sharpish.
I crossed over the road and up to the bus stop. A lady tenant, Shirley, I think her name is was waiting. We had a good natter until the bus arrived. Back at the flats, we walked back to Woodthorpe Court, through Winchester and Winwood to or lifts, and up. Shirl dropped off on I think the 6th floor, we said our cheerios, and I got to my level. I called at Josie’s, but she was out.
I got in and prepped the Lamb Moussaka, put some Leicester grated cheese on top, and put it back in the fridge. I’ll add some tomatoes later, when its been in the oven for fifteen minutes and add some mini-wholemeal cobs, too.
I got the Computer on, with the intention of getting the updating done, then hopefully have time to get some TFZer Facebooking done. I’m miles behind with it.
But Mr Fries had other ideas… the Git!
It was already an hour beyond my usual head-down time, Humph!
I got the meal served up. I shall not invest in one of these again; the flavour rating was a most generous 4/10. Most disappointing. It took me a long time to digest it, with the horrible sensation that it all wanted to come back up again after eating it. Well, not all of it. The mini wholemeal part-baked cobs were pleasant enough and flavoursome.
Got the washing-up done, had an SSAOW (Short-Sharp-All-Over-With) wee-wee. By then, I was ultra-fatigued. Got down in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner… Zzz soon came!
You got scowling in stereo. That’s great. Nice you finally got your tootsies trimmed. I read an article that said Boris could do Brexit by executive order if he wanted to. I don’t know your system well enough to know if that is correct, but if he can do it, an executive order might be in order to finally put the mess to rest. You got a lot of nice photos on your excursion. The Schweinehund cyclists have started going for cute vegetarian women? Nottingham cyclists are out of control. That was a really nicely arranged, decent looking dinner. Too bad it was a fail.
A couple of angry, depressed-looking youngsters, he and she were, for sure, Tim.
The order has to go through Parliament it seems, and the vegetarian ex-commies, are not having it! Poor bloke can’t win. A bit like Mr Trump. Huh!
The dang Pavement Cyclist went round a tree and turned in towards the tables, as the piccies show. Git! Mind you, he might be a veggie too, and was jealous of there meat-free sausage sandwiches? Haha!
To rich for me, perhaps, that Gastro Pub, lamb moussaka?
Ah well, I stayed awake long enough to have some Flakey Puff Pastry Fingers (Too many methinks, Guilty!)
Struggling to get any summoning to the Throne this morning, Sir. I think the nosh last night has blocked things up inside. Oh, dear!
TTFNski, and have a good hassle-free day!
Youth seem to be in an angry state a lot these days.
I’m going bonkers I think, Sir.
The young ones are making you bonkers?
My aboulia, and confused stte of mind, don’t help, Sir. Hehehe!
I was talking about the angry young people. There seems to be a lot of them. But that’s probably always been the state of young people.
I think you could be right, Tim!