Monday 30th December 2019
Welsh: Dydd Llun 30ain Rhagfyr 2019
23:25hrs: I woke up, with a feeling of loss, a missing factor, a vague impression of confusing absence of something or other? As I began to manipulate the removal of my sadly overly stomach-burdened body from the recliner, I nervously raised up on my feet, so as to test-out Dizzy Dennis and Arthur Itis’s malignant intentions for the morning. Puzzling for a few moments, and it came to me; I didn’t need the Porcelain Throne on waking up! The Throne demands have been instant on opening my eyes, for around nine days on the trot. (Trot? A suitable word, Hehehe!) I could sense that Dennis was lingering, awaiting his opportunity to attack. But Arthur Itis was in a serene, relaxed mood.
Not bringing in (or needing) the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-wee-Bucket) last night, I went to the wet room for the wee-wee. And, was caught out, after all the weak efforts of the previous few weeks, by the LHNPOS (Long-Hosepipelike-No-Pain-Or-Sensation) wee-weeing that exploded out! The colouration was a shock too. Or I should say, the lack of colour was highly-noticeable! Mmm? I started a sneezing bout afterwards, no connection I’m sure. I bet that went down well with the neighbours, Oh dear! I had to clean up bounced back wee-wee from the jet-like evacuation, and mucus from all the sneezing! It’s a good job I have plenty of bleach and disinfectant to hand.
I got the kettle on, took the medications and then a photo through the unwanted, dislike, thick-framed, light & view-blocking, can’t get to, to clean them new kitchen window.
There was still a bit of the red glow out there from earlier last night. I took it in the ‘Aperture-Priority’ setting. Not too bad. Then I made the brew of possibly the best tea available, Thompsons Punjana (Not to be confused with their Everyday tea, which is like cat-wass!)
I got on with the updating of the stuck-indoors Sunday post. It didn’t take me too take long for two reasons. One, there were so few photographs to use that needed amending. Two, the finger-ends peripheral neuropathy and autonomic nerves were rarely giving me any bother! I could not help going into Appreciative- Smug-Mode!
I made another brew, this time of the superb extra-strong Glengettie tea. I noticed the scene outside had changed a little. The red glow was now gone. Also, when I opened the light & view-blocking kitchen window to take this shot, it seemed to have gotten a lot colder! Brrr!
A sneezing bout started again! And I dropped the camera lens protector cover, and it rolled with such precision, around the floor straight into the gap between the cooker and the cabinet! Then I could not find the picker-upperer to retrieve it! Gobblesticks and Knackerations!
I checked last night’s handwashing that was hanging up above the sink, and above the Einstein-needed to understand how to operate (For old senile sods like me, this is the last type of heater we needed fitting!) wall storage heater. I suppose that decisions on which to buy and install, depending on back-handers at the top? They really are like the intercom system, just too confusing to use! They have tiny buttons we cannot see or read, let alone risk pressing them. Leaving us with no option but to just leave them on, and feed the greed of the Utility Company bosses? Humph! I got carried away a bit there, sorry.
I moved the handwash clothing around. I and had to carefully put the jammie-bottoms on the much-fell over, bent twisted but still working tubular airer. And have to keep moving them around to get some benefit from the machine. Which in turn helped me find where I’d left the new £15 picker-upperer, as I noticed it hanging on the corner of the airer. Haha!
Back to the computer, to go on the WordPress Reader, and;
I managed to use the reader, but the TFZer Facebooking was a struggle with everything so slow going. But, after an hour or so, things got up to the average Liberty-Global Virgin Internet Media pace – Slow, but working!
Things of an edacious nature came to mind, and I poddled to the kitchen fridge to see what was available for my morning nibbling session.
I did some more handwashing, done, wrung and hung. Made up some waste bags and one large recycling one, ready to take down with me.
Then went to get the ablutions tended to. Amazing; No shaving cuts, no knocking anything over, and only a handful of dropsies. Self-Congratulatory-Mode temporarily adopted!
Checked the hanging handwashing and moved yesterdays on the airer. Got the coat on, and stopped to have a think about should I go out, or not? The blood nurse is booked for Tuesday, but that was given me by the Doctors Surgery receptionist, who has, like myself, been known to get things wrong before. The day has been a Monday for several weeks. So, I decided to leave it until the 10:30hr bus, and go up to Aldi, where I can get some tinned garden peas with a ring pull opener. However, the walking back down Mapperley Rise, makes me a tad nervous at the thought of it.
I had some treats for the new year for the ILC’s. I decided to take the bags to the chute, then the recyclist bag to the caretaker’s room, and call to drop off the pressies at the Obergruppenfurher’s Interrogation room, then come back and do some updating on this, and catch the bus later. Blimey, me? Making plans? Summat wrong here! Hahaha!
Leaving the flat, I rang Josie’s door-bells, no answer. Down in the lift, dropped off the recycling bag, and through the link passage to the Wardens holding cell office. I didn’t meet a soul en route. The office was locked and unlit. So I didn’t see a Warden either.
Walking with the walker-guide back through the link route, I was surprised to see that the door out to the new alfresco seating area was open?
So, a lack of security for the old folks here! I’ll see if I can find anyone to report it to on my way to the bus, later on.
Getting back in the flat, I rang Josie’s door-bells, no answer. Got in, and almost automatically went for a wee-wee, but, confussingly, there was no need. Haha! I got some updating of this blog done, and Porcelain Throne demand number Two arrived, which is far better than it coming while I was out shopping! On the way out, I rang Josie’s door-bells, no answer.
Closed down and set out again. Down in the lift. The corridor fire escape door was still ajar as I passed by. No one in the ILC’s room. On and through to Winchester Court. Doris and other ladies sat in the foyer. I stayed with them a while, chinwagged, then out to the bus stop. Where I spotted a visit from the Ossifers of the law car parked near the turning island.
Christine, Cyndy… oh, about fifteen of us Winwoodonians gathered. Where more gossiping about nothing and everything took place. Insults exchanged, sarcastic gems noted, and the world was put to rights. Hee-hee! I took a photograph of Winchester Court from the beneath it.
Then a photograph of Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts from the bus stop. The City Bound bus arrived, and only a few of us need it, all the other members of the gang waited for the Sherwood, Arnold and Bestwood L9. The lady driver was kind and waited patiently for me to get settled in the side-saddle seat, and checked if I was all seated before moving off ♥.
The bus ride was only for a few stops. I got off at the top of Sherwood Vale, again the driver was patient with me ♥ . I walked along Woodborough Road (carefully, but no Dizzy Dennis visits), to the Aldi Store.
Not much exercise here then. The place was busy, but not very noisy as it usually is. Maybe some of the shoppers, who walked into me, shoulder charged me, pushed trolleys into me, drove over my foot, etc. were still hung-over? I wished I had a breathalyser I could have produced, for a bit of fun! ” Being in charge of a shopping-trolley while above the legal limit or unfit through drink”? Or maybe, “Careless Shopping (Shopping without due care and attention)”, or “Shopping without Insurance or an MOT”? Hehehe!
But the lack of gossip, laughter or noises from kids was remarkable. So much so, that I checked to make sure the hearing aids were still working?
Not until I had finished over-spending and was putting the items on the check-out conveyor, did Dizzy Dennis arrive! I started dropping things, shaking and went into a semi-vague mode. The tut-tutting began from those in the queue behind. But, the young lady on the checkout was patient with me. She packed some of the things into the bag for me ♥. Thank you
I moved to the packing shelves to sort things out properly. I believed that the dizzies came on at the till, but rearranging the goods, I had bought some things that I can’t remember getting? Anyways-up, I got the things placed for the optimum balance between the trolley bag and the larger carrier bag. Dennis was clearing away as I did this, and I decided not to walk back to the flats after-all. As after checking with my second-hand, charity shop-bought, rusty, £2 wristwatch, with its £10 new strap and £15 battery, I found I had over fifteen minutes to get back to Sherwood Vale, to catch the bus back home. Plenty of time, even for me.
I got to the Sherwood Vale bus stop without any problems, by which time Dizzy Dennis had left me altogether. (Manic-Smile-Of-Relief-Adopted) When I got down the hill to the bus stop, I thought I might have a job seeing the bus arrive. The, oh, so cold sun and vehicles blocked or hindered my view.
Luckily, it was the same caring driveress on the L9. She greeted me like a long lost father! Again she held off pulling away until I was ensconced safely in the side-saddle seat.
Dorothy (I think that’s her name?) was on the bus. She’s got a right load in her four-wheeled trolley and three carrier bags! Hehe! We had a natter on the short trip back and said a farewell as she got off, I went last. The lady driver insisted on putting down the ramp to allow me to walk the trolley off easily, bless her cotton socks. She mentioned how pale I was looking today. I’ll have a look in the mirror later. I thanked her and had a short few words of acknowledgement with Bill and some others waiting to get on the bus. And Bill said: ‘Bloody ‘ell, you look like a ghost!’ Very encouraging! Hehe!
I made my way into Winchester Court, through into Winwood, no one in the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress’s Warden’s interrogation room. Down the link passage, and noticed the fire-escape entry/exit door to the alfresco seating, was now closed. Through the swipe-door, and there was Oberstgruppenführeress, pole-dancer Warden Deana chatting with tenant Francis. I butted in with some nibbles, and handed the bag of new year treats over. A chinwag, and off up in the elevator back to the flat.
I rang Josie’s door-bells and struggled to get the heavily loaded trolley through my flat door, and Josie appeared at hers. She handed me back the plate and cutlery from her Sunday nosh. I asked her if she enjoyed it, and she said yes! Another mini-victory for Inchcock!
I got in my hallway and took the tray to the kitchen. Then returned for the trolley, and moved it closer to the Chef’s room, to unload. But still no need of a wee-wee?
A fair-sized shop. Cashew nuts, porridge oats, hazelnut chocolate bars for Inchcock, tomatoes, German cooked ham, sourdough baguettes, bread thins, lemon yoghourt, garden peas with ring-pull openers, tuna for Josie’s noshes, caramelised onion chutney, light lemon Greek-style yoghourt.
And for tonight’s nosh, some mushroom pate, that I plan to go on a Sourdough baguette and small cobs, with sliced sea-salted tomatoes, with beetroot and garden peas. Which I set about making. Baguettes and cobs in the oven. I got the other stuff on the plate ready.
When the loaves were cooked, you would have had a right laugh if you could have seen me trying to slice the cobs! The fingers neurotransmitters failed. And combined with the impaired amplitude of Saccades Sandra, within minutes of removing the loaves of bread to the tray for slicing; I had a kitchen floor liberally showered with breadcrumbs. The crumbs were joined by the bottle of Caramelised onion chutney, which left hundreds of bits of broken glass, and I had to contend with a burnt finger from taking the baguettes out of the oven! Oh, and a cut little finger, hardly worth a mention, only a tiny nick, but it bled well. So, splattered blood on the floor, as well as on my clothes, the cooker and the tray! Hey-Ho!
The mess was sort of cleaned up, and I had difficulty in standing up on my feet again after the on-the-knees washing the floor, and glass removal session. I got the meal eaten, good job there was nothing to get cold. Tsk! This what should have been a simple to create feast, but it wasn’t for me, was good enough for a 7.5/10 flavour rating, all the same.
I’d had a lot of patience and kindness shown me today. Off course this had to be tempered with being bashed about at Aldi. Hahaha!
Washed the pots. Found some missed bits of crumbs, did nothing about them. Then I had a look at what was on offer on the TV. Channel 48, Sony, had non-stop episodes of the Persuaders on. That’ll do me I thought and got it up on the set.
For the first four episodes shown, I woke up on average once each! I gave up. Zzzz!