Thursday 24th October 2019

Italian: Giovedì 24 Ottobre 2019

03:40hrs: I stirred, and again there was no time for faffing about. I needed to haul up my onerous, flabby, hawgly body from the recliner posthaste, and get to the Porcelain Throne! Which I did, despite the complaining from Arthur Itis.

  I almost fell-over my stick en route, banged my elbow on the door frame, but made it in time, by the skin of my teeth! The session was fine, with no huffing and puffing, messiness, or bleeding. Fine! To the kitchen.

I got the medications taken, made a brew, and got the computer on. The TFZer Facebooking caught up with, next, got on with updating yesterday’s blog. Which took me a long time again. The fingers were losing and regaining sensitivity to touch on and off all day, really.

Then…

So, I gave up computerisationing and got the ablutioning tended to. The knees didn’t look too bad this morning. However, with the right hand and fingers nerve-ends still playing up, there were plenty of dropsies, toilet roll, flannel, toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving foam, razors, towel… on and on! Hehe!

I got dressed and made another mug of tea. Took these pictures below, in different modes.

AS I went back into the junk room two (living room), I espied a lot of mess on the front of the electric fire? Dirt and dust. I thought I’d gt it cleaned up.

A mistake that. Cause I foolishly got the rag and spray and got down to clean it up, and that was that for about ten minutes. My struggle to get back up, was eventually successful, well, partially anyway! Without my leaving the new four-prongs walking stick nearby, I might well still be down there on the carpet! The mess is still there, awaiting my next brave-moment coming, so I can tackle it again! Back-Pain-Brenda and Arthur Itis were not happy!

Back on the computer and it was working again, flipping slow instead of Terribly slow. Haha!  The WordPress site then took over as CATP (Chief-Aggravationionalisitcal-Torment provider)! So, I gave up once again. And decided to catch a very late L9 bus into town, to try and get the black-book Diaries from the Poundland shop, so I could hand them out as Christmas pressies, and get some Lavender Dettol as well. I swapped the items from the sleeveless jacket, into the old heavy tweed coat, and found to my utter amazement, that it fitted my bulbous body!

Then got the black bags made up and taken to the chute, then returned to recheck that things were not left on or off that shouldn’t be. Got two potatoes in the slow-cooker, and set off down the lift, to visit the Wardens Holding-Cells and Interrogation Office with the nibble bag, on my way to the bus stop.

I got in the lift, finding a bit of a mess on the floor. Out and turned right along the link-passage through Winwood Court to the Chief Obergruppenführeress’s Interrogation Room. The wonderful welcoming heat hit me as I got into the Winwood Court part. I would have been happy to move into living in this place!

Had a natter, and I cunningly found out that a 2020 dairy would go down as an acceptable gift. (I asked them Hehe!) Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Deana and Oberstgruppenfhüreress Julie were both in the cell when I arrived. Nibbles distributed, chinwag enjoyed, farewells exchanged, and off to the bus stop.

I sat in the Winchester Court foyer for a few minutes, as the weather outside was offering torrential rain! But had to go out in it, as the time for the bus’s arrival drew near. I found Christine, Frank, and John out there, hiding inside the entrance to the caretaker’s bin room, keeping out of the rain. We had a laugh and natter, then moved to the bus stop.

I got off at the terminus on Queen Street, brolly up and started to walk down to the Slab Square. I soon found I was having great difficulty in controlling the three-wheel-walker, with one hand, and trying to keep the umbrella up with the other! It was challenging and painful too.

Using the one hand had brought on the nerve insensitivity, and taking photographs of any quality proved hit and miss, mostly miss!

I had a bit of a comical moment with the trolley, though. I was still on an incline when I took a picture of a lady and daughter in the rain. Holding the brolly and using the camera with one hand and brolly in the other, and this was taking some concentration and effort on my behalf. I was not aware that I had not put the brakes on the trolley until just after taking the shot, and feeling for the trolley handle which was no longer there, a lady, who had retrieved the walker as it ran down the hill, was returning it to me! The almost laughing, smiling lady was so kind and understanding and asked if she would mind if she related the incident to the staff at work because it was so entertaining to her! She said, as I humbly and embarrassingly thanked her, she was a nurse at the Queens Medical Centre. I’m sure my face turned red, despite the cold wind and rain! Hahaha! I hope she doesn’t tell the local radio or newspaper about it, though. But if she reads this, thank you again, Elsie!

I turned onto Long Row and ensconced myself under the eaves of the shop fronts to take some pictures. At least I could use both hands now, to take the shots!

Nottingham’s Pavement Cyclists didn’t take long to appear as I scanned the scene for an interesting shot. This one on the left was particularly dangerous to the pedestrians around him. Swine!

The rain was obviously not going to ease-off, so I hobbled out into and through it and made my way to the Poundland store. I was well soaked by the time I got there. The tweed coat weighed so much, with the sodden rain on it. The hands and fingers were playing up, and Arthur Itis started kicking off, the rain soaking the trousers, I suppose? The shop had none of the black diaries left, but I found some others to get. I ended up getting: Some sherbert saucers, chocolates for nibbles, wholemeal cobs, toothpaste, can a beef, and five diaries.

Paid at the self-service tills, packed the bags and out on my way back to the bus stop. I hobbled through the square to Queen Street.

I stopped on South Parade, got under cover, and took this shot of the tram stops with the messy untidy horribly hidly-piddly, slatternly slab Square.

It’s a good job the trams are heavy, cause there was enough rainwater flowing down over the lines to take out a canoe or two. Hahaha!

The bus stop stay was a long one and a wet one. The roof of the shelter leaked, and cunningly filled the bag on the trolley without my noticing at first, Humph! Luckily I had put the new diaries in an ordinary carrier bag, then into a strong thicker one, wrapped the plastic around it and put it in the trolly bag on top. Then I saw that the carrier bag I had on the handlebars, had partly filled with rain as well! And, the bus was 12-minutes late in arriving, so I got even wetterer!

Other potential passengers had gone to catch another bus by then. When I got on, I was the sole passenger!

There are always passengers getting on at the Victoria Centre stop, and I was surprised as the bus shot by, and nearly got tumbled out of the side-saddle seat, when he jammed on the brakes to stop further along. Many of our residents got on at a different bus number’s stop? It appears that gas works on the main road, had forced a temporary moved for the L9 – and nobody had informed the driver! He was not a happy laddie! Which showed up in his Stirling Moss approach, for the rest of the journey. Cyndy with her grand-daughter, Ray, William got on with others. I had a good natter with the lads en route.

As we approached the flats, Ray noticed the parked cars again, around the turning island for the buses. As we got off the bus, he said there is a meeting taking place today, and he was going to join them and tell them of the parking problem. And this chap is just the bloke you want on your side, he’ll inform ’em in no uncertain fashion! As we walked through the big meeting room/lounge/social room, Ray left me and took a seat to and joined in the Tenants meeting.

I visited the holding cells of and gave them a choice of diaries to Riechsfhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana and  Obersturmführer and Pole-dancer, and beauty advisor, Warden Julie. I also took a photograph of them, which they posed for in a willingly for me, bless ’em. I’ll put this photo below as a header for my Facebook page for a while!

A pink and blue one was chosen, leaving me with a black, cream and Azure one, to hand out later.

In the morning when I made up this diary updating, I did a CorelDraw edited graphic, adding two confiscated items from tenants items on Julie’s tabletop, to the second photo, Can you see them? Hahaha!

Do they have charming smiles or what!

I said my farewells and made my way, pottering along the link-passageway, enjoying the heat in there, before getting into the Woodthorpe Court shambles and started shivering when I hit the lower temperature prevalent. Brrr! Not good when one is so wet!

I emptied the trolley bag, well, I thought I did, but found I’d missed some in the morning, Humph! Had an SSWW (Short-Sprinkly) wee-wee. Then got the nosh planned and on the cook. I used the potatoes from the slow cooker, sliced then, dried them, got some Leicester red cheese sprinkled on top of them, and into the oven to cook. Garden peas in the saucepan and some German Brunswick smoked ham on the plate ready to add the other fodder to.

Took another SSWW wee-wee, and got a wash. By which time the spuds were ready, so served up this delightful plateful. Two of the wholemeal cobs and an apple rounded off the feast. A flavour-rating of 7/10 granted.

Got the pots in the washing-up bowl, and had to have another wee-wee. A good job this leaking didn’t start when I was out in town!

Got the washing up done, then the handwashing was done and hung to dry.

I took three photos of the clouds on different camera settings. But I’m blown if I can find the note I scribbled so I wouldn’t forget now. Schlemiel! Not that I can see any difference in them, mind.

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Changed togs, and Xyrophobia-suffering, crooked Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner
£300, c1968, second-hand, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty recliner, and turned the TV on.

For once, the sleep came quickly, along with the dreaming. My being chased through corridors shot at, etc. in a destroyed or bombed skyscraper again. I’ve not had this nightmare for ages, but it was back. This time instead of throwing myself off of the rooftop, I actually flew away into the clouds, almost like Superman in a film… this seagull came alongside me, and flew with me for ages, just turning its head to look at me frequently… I had to ask it, ‘What you after then?’ It replied ‘I’m waiting for you to realise that you can’t fly!’ Down I tumbled, with the bird squawking with a smile on its face… I landed in a river, down I went under the water, choking, but not too bothered by it, and woke up on a riverbank, with Aliens all around me talking gobble-di-gook that I understood, but realised I should not be able to! They were telling me I must go back home? Well, it made a nice change to have a simple dream I could follow, well, I say follow…

TTFNski!