Thursday 31st October 2019

 Hebrew: יום חמישי 31 באוקטובר 2019

00:40hrs:  Woke in need of the Porcelain Throne. I extracted my worryingly ever-growing more flabby-body from the £300, second-hand, rickety, c1968 recliner, grabbed the four-pronged stick, and off to the wet room. A right mixed bag this morning. The evacuation began of its own before I was settled in the Throne! The oh so painful movement was in auto mode, I had no control over any actions taking place. And bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little Inchies lesion! And how come such a dollop again? The blood was cleaned up, new PPs adorned, washed up, and off to the kitchen (Feeling a stone or so lighter, Hehe!)

A bit of a Dizzy Dennis bout as I put the kettle on, but it didn’t last for long. I took the medications and made a mug of tea.

Straight on the computer, and began to get this blog started. Downloaded the photographs for Wednesday’s post, and something was causing things to go very slowly? Oy Vey! When I’d tuned them-up on CorelDraw, I tried to get them in the WordPress album to use…

The internet was going so slow when it did go, and cutting out occasionally all morning long, This happened so often, my blogging-pleasure was almost destroyed. Thanks, Fries! 

I moved on to finalising the Wednesday post.

This took a few hours, despite so few photographs going on the blog.

I made a brew of tea, took an Aperture setting photo of the morning sky. Converted it to 32 bit, and it came out alrightish.

The internet was still down, so I got the ablutions done. Stand-up job needed doing before the Morrison delivery arrived, it’s too early to use the noisy shower. It went very fair, too! No Accifauxpas, the Sock-Glide fight was a draw, no toe-stubbing, and the dropsies were about average. Toothbrush (2), flannel, soap, and razors (3). Oh, I did kick the bleach bottle over, but no leaking. So I’d say a 7/10 score! Hahaha!

Although the pins (legs, knees) were not looking too healthy this morning. A new series of multi-coloured extra-large Clopidogrel blotches had appeared, as well as spots, blotches and welts! The knees looked very painful, but in fact, didn’t feel too bad at all?

I got myself ready, and made up the eight rubbish bags, and left them near the door to go out after 0800hrs to the chute.

Hello, the internet is back on! I made an Ocado order up cause I noticed the had the Glengettie tea bags on sale. When I got to the checkout, they were Out-of-Stock! So I cancelled the order, Humphed and swore under my breath! Swine!

I went on Amazon to get a wind-up torch, well, two, one for a little pressie, and one for me. While on there, I noticed that they were selling the Thompson black teabags, those that Morrisons stopped stocking! Definitely the second-best on the market. Glengettie Gold the absolute way-ahead best, but I can’t find any on sale anywhere now Amazon and Ocado have stopped stocking them Grrr, spit and curse! But the Thompsons, I recall were nearly as good as The Glengettie Gold. So I ordered some of them as well. Not cheap, but with free delivery, and all of the goods are to be delivered tomorrow! Stuff Ocado for not stocking the Gold, and Morrisons for stopping Thompsons! Gits! Luckily it doesn’t bother me much. Lie-Mode-Detected!

The Morrison delivery arrived, I let him in the foyer door, (Yes the intercom was working!)

He got tot he door and kindly dumped the carriers inside the door for me. I thanked him, handed him the used bags from the last delivery, and got the bags into the kitchen to sort out.

I should manage without a delivery next week. I’m stocked up on instant mash now, in case the wet weather causes any more blight. Plenty of my favourite rice in the bin, too. I tried some ready-made meals on offer at three for £5, vegetable risotto. I had to get the packs back on the bashed up trays, but I don’t think any were leaking.

I updated the calendar with the Amazon deliveries for tomorrow. Added the INR blood test to it also, it’s not until 11th, so I will be having withdrawal symptom for the lack of a visit from my beautiful Polish phlebotomy nurse next week. Sob!

Ah, time to take the bags to the rubbish chute, and get ready for my going out on the bus to town, in search of some Chinese sausages I’ve been advised, that go very nicely with rice.

Back later on. (Oh, I do hope so anyway, Haha!)

Set off down the lift, and called into the Oberstgruppenführeresses Wardens Interrogation Room and Office. Nibbles and chinwags, then on into the large Social Room in Winwood Court. I was going to do the crossword puzzle before getting the bus to town, but met a Nottingham City Homes chap on his laptop, and had a natter, chinwag and moan with him instead. It was nice to talk to someone other than a shop assistant. Hehe!

Out to the bus stop, a ganglet of residents lurked around the bus shelter, and in seconds the City-bound L9 arrived. Some residents let me get on the bus ahead of them, to get settled in the side-saddle seat. Gladly. Mary sat in another side-saddle, and we had a good gossip en route to town. Where we dropped off and both went into the Poundland Store. I was in search of some Magnesium tablets but didn’t find any again. Mary stocked-up with her coffee and other bits. She paid, we said our farewells and we parted.

Mary caught the bus to Arnold, and I set off on a hobble to the Asian store in Hockley. On the way,

I spotted the frontage of the Palais de dance, now renamed the Prizm, decorations for Halloween. Gross, innit? Haha!

I cut through Heathcoat Street onto Goosegate, and noticed the Oriental Mart shop, and called in for a walk around. Blimey, it was messy and dirty in there. I did have a good search around to find Chinese sausages, eventually finding some in a fridge. But they were all dried air-tight packed ones. The writing was in Korean, Japanese or Chinese, and they did not look attractive at all, so I left, and carried on to the end of the road and left down the hill, to the Asiana Express shop.

After a hunt around (It was a large store), I asked an assistant if they had any Chinese Sausages, and she led me to where they were. I found three different types, again all air-packed and dried ones. One was black and white, one brown and the other red?

Unsure of how to cook them anyway, I left them and looked around and found some seaweed snacks and Skewered Beancurd nibbles. I think I have tried the beancurd before and liked it, but, of course, I may be getting this mixed up with something else.

Knowing my recently increasing propensity for disorientation, and bewilderment, along with my involuntary adoption of a hazy-dazed-state of befuddlement, I might be wrong. Tsk! I also got tempted, by a bottle of Marca Pina Vinegar (Sukang Puti Vinegar), Made in the Philippines. I did a Google search later, to find out what it is used on. White vinegar is sometimes also referred to as spirit vinegar. Contrary to its name, white vinegar is actually clear. It is usually produced from sugar cane, the extract of which is put through acid fermentation. In the process, the liquid is oxidized, causing the chemicals in it to change and become more acidic. Another way of making white vinegar is to combine acetic acid with water. This variation is much sourer than the naturally fermented type; it has 5% to 20% acetic acid content and is considered stronger than any of the other types.

I could not find exactly, apart from shrimps, what it is to used to flavour? No mention of chips of course. Haha! One site suggested using it with soy sauce, so it might go well with rice or baked beans? Most likely I’ve no idea what I’m waffling on about, but I’ll give it a go, anyway. Another site, said that it was good for diabetics?

I got carried away there, sorry. Back to the diary.

I paid the lady the requested £9.64, and departed, up the hill towards Carlton Street.

The cafe with the al-fresco seating looked rather sad! Time to call in Hells Kitchen’s Gordon Ramsay, methinks? I wonder if he’s ever done a place in Nottingham? I suppose it’s more profitable for him to carry on in the USA though.

Hobbling up the hill, I was given plenty of chances to picture the many law-breaking and getting away with it, Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists going up and down. But this one was the most interesting one, as was proved seconds after taking the photograph, and his comical, almost acrobatic effort, to avoid the signpost outside a shop! Charlie Chaplin or Buster Keaton would have been proud of doing on screen! Hahaha!

Top of the hill, I spotted an imitation policeman and a Sainsbury security guard, outside the store, having a good chinwag and laugh about something or other. I took this photograph just to prove that I actually saw an Police officer, on foot, in Nottingham City centre (Albeit an imitation one!)

I moved on down the hill on Pelham Street, where a gauntlet of beggars, salesmen and women and a counterfeit-bogus Big Issue seller (No badge, and only one copy of a very out of date magazine! Oh, yes, my investigative skills were on the boil, here!), each after some money of some kind from me. They didn’t get any!

Down the slope and to the Queen Street bus stop. The bus arrived on time, and I had a jolly-entertaining laugh joke, memory prompting, and some leg-pulling (Not literally, Hehe!), with Penny, Louie and a lady from Mapperley en route. This helped the journey go quickly, but unfortunately, before I arrived at the flats, the need for me to go quickly for a wee-wee developed! For a once, I did not wait until the others got off of the bus, I got up first, and changed hellos with folk at the shelter, and scurried along back in a determined but painful to the knees efffort, to avoid any Accifauxpas! I got in the flat and the wet room in time. It seemed the inner wee-wee tap had been turned back on.

I suppose with the lack of passing earlier, it had to come. This wee-wee, made me think of firemen’s hose-pipes, and Sunami’s! There were not many areas after the gushing HDTS (Heavy-Duty-Torrential-Splashback) wee-wee, that didn’t need cleaning up, including my podgy, short, overweight body! The evacuation and the bending down cleaning had tired me out, and Back-Pain-Brenda had started to give me some stick! Yet, surprisingly, RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) had actually eased off considerably? All part of the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination!

I left the handwashing for tomorrow, (Which I may regret) and got the nosh sorted out. I put some black bean sauce in the pan, then the frankfurters, next, the rice and a little BBQ sauce. Ten minutes later, it was in the bowl on the tray with some Milk Roll bread, orange juice and a Limoncello dessert, oh and some seaweed nibble sheets.

The meal was enjoyable, even if I was fighting off tiredness and resisting falling asleep while eating it! I managed to get the washing up done, no wee-wees again and got settled down in the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-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.

I got the headphones on. It was heavenly ecstasy, utopian, pure-pleasure, I fell asleep. I even began dreaming of a wonderfully pleasant, non-irritational, no-hassle life I was living in a cottage with Suzie and our family. I’ve never dreamt of such happy-perfection before. It was Bliss! 

Then, the landline rang and flashed and woke me up! @ξX~#! Unbelievable, it was the unshaven crooked, bully of a Brother-in-Law Pete ringing! I suspect he’d checked his drone or one of the CCTV cameras he fitted in the flat when he was nicking my valuables while I was in the hospital, and saw that I was sleeping. He gave me the low down on his hospital visit. Good news, it is not cancer! But he is to be sent to the City Hospital, possibly the dedicated MSU (Money-Stealing Unit!), to find out what the growth is, then have a biopsy, followed by the possibility of an operation to go in and have a proper investigative look. Poor chap, he’s been so fit for so long, it’s only natural that he will be concerned. I found a lot more scribbled notes I wrote down, with humourous suggestions I think, to myself, for writing here, but the writing became indecipherable! (Well, I was half-asleep at the time!) he awaits the appointments to arrive. No doubt recounting my cash and building even more advanced drones and clandestine CCTVs! Hehehe!)

The conversation finished with a nonchalant, “I’ll let you get back to sleep now!” from the lad. But he’d already destroyed my dream, along with bringing back the memories of my cash being stolen from me! As if there was any chance of my getting back to sleep! Grumph! Giggle!

 But did get back to sleep. (Wished I’d keep my mouth shut now! Hahaha!)