Old, sick, weary, but harmless. I need to make others smile!
Also known as a ‘Write load of writers’.
When, why, who, which and whatever were they doing remains a mystery yet to be solved.
Can you be of help with this, please?
I fang you!
I didn’t get off properly until gone midnight. A couple of trips to the porcelain, then I was up at 0500hrs wide awake and in the bathroom again. Tsk!
The throne session was a painful one again, but not so bad as yesterday.
Made a cuppa and got the laptop to finish the diary for Thursday. An odd day Thursday was, full of highs and lows.
Got it done and posted around 0700hrs, then titivated the kitchen, made a cuppa, took the medications and started this diary off.
Checked the emails, and then did some Facebooking.
Oh, those eyes, those controlling pulsating, alluring, pulchritude ridden, desirable, knowing eyes.
Cough, cough, a tablet now, taken and onward.
Prepared myself for a trip out to town. I’m hoping to go to the ‘Contemporary Art Gallery’ to take a photo of one of the galleries to use as a background for a graphic I am planning to do for Patti in America.
So, down to the bus stop and caught the L9 into town.Dropped off
The sun kept coming through, but it was a bit cool.Dropped off
I passed a new, one of so many, new restaurants with an outside eating area.
Just couldn’t help bu smile as I saw the name and thought to myself; “I bet they’ll tell you lies to sell you something!” Hehe!
You can see the Pinnochio Patisserie on the left, near the overflowing rubbish bin.
The old road it is built on has much history in it. Lacemaking premises, 
The entrance to the gallery is hidden away to the right of the advertising board next to where an eighteen-year-old was murdered last July.
They had all five galleries open today, so I thought that finding one that fitted in with what I was looking for to photograph for my graphic project would be a piece of cake.
Humph!
It turned out that each one had a security guard in it this morning. When I got my camera out, I thought he was going to throw a dicky fit! All the galleries had an Eastern Europe theme. Not what I would consider calling art, in the least. Mostly photographs of Communist vs. Capitalist, a male streaker or two, and artwork that looked like ankle-snappers had doodled them.
I disappointedly left them to it.
In this one picture on a busy street are tell-tale signs of life in Nottingham. The street musicians. The mobile phone using disinterested eighteen-year-old spotty-faced youth falling asleep holding an advertisement 
Then two females started the fisticuffs off. I moved on, keeping my camera well hidden, as the police arrived and the crowds started cheering the ladies on to greater efforts to pull each others hair out.
Not so busy here, most Nottinghomian’s had moved to the altercation up the road.
You can see the crane (Blue) in the distance on Queen Street, where all the bus stops had been moved while they do whatever it is they are doing. There were signs fro all the other bus routes informing passengers where to get their bus temporarily – but nothing for the L9! Double Humph!
I wandered around hoping to find someone to ask from the bus company. No luck. I had a walk around the streets in the hope of seeing a sign somewhere on one of the stops. No!
I called in the Spar shop, and they had two hot bacon butties left at £1 each, and also and besides as well as that, I got a free Sun newspaper?
So I moved down to the Victoria Mall bus stop, where I could catch a number 40 that would drop me off on Winchester Street.
At least, the pigeons were glad when I slipped them some seed covertly.
I got knocked about a bit on the bus when getting on with other passengers, uncouth mob!
Hehe!
Walked to the flat and WC’s with urgency, made a cuppa, took medications and ate the two bacon butties.V
Got the laptop going and updated this masterpiece. Took my medications.
Took me hours and hours to get it anything like I wanted.
In the end, I settled for this one.
Entitled it ‘Cobblers’ with just some of the bloggers whose work I admire the most.
Battered cod fish cakes, beetroot, garden peas and cod pieces in crispy batter. With Irish sour bread.
Followed by a pot of mandarins in orange jelly. Rated this one at 9.6/10. So another good one.
Fatigue overcame me, and I put on an old DVD, of the dry comedy TV series ‘Operation The Good Guys’. I’d forgotten how funny it was. It would never be made nowadays because of the politically incorrect nature of the script.
I repeatedly fell asleep for a few minutes, and each time for some reason, I’d rewind and start viewing it again, it was like a marathon rewind session. I eventually gave up trying to watch it, well after midnight had passed by.
A final trip to the porcelain – that took about 15 minutes of effort, hemorrhoid bleeding and pain.It’s odd isn’t it?
It’s odd isn’t it? When I get the rumbling innards and diarrhea, I think it is far worse the having constipation – then, constipation then replaces diarrhea, and suddenly the constipation is worse than having diarrhea? Hey-ho!
Took a Senna tablet, had a drink of lemon tonic water and drifted off into oblivion; but kept waking up repeatedly for some reason sweating?
I sprang awake at 0200hrs.
So I stumbled to the bathroom, to find sadly that Little Inchy had been bleeding again, the haemorrhoids flowing as well; and then remembered Jane and Pete were calling later. So I made a cuppa and got on with finishing my diary off and starting this one, so I would have time to get myself ready for their inspection… I mean visit… or do I? Hehe!
I know I will not be able to make the place or myself acceptable to their standards, but I feel should make the effort. Pete said yesterday he’d try to get the radio programmed and the binoculars set up for me, so that will divert their criticalisationing instincts and attentions I hope.
Laptop on and made a start.
After an hour or two, I made a start cleaning and titivating the flat; as quietly as I could so as not to disturb the neighbours.
I did the kitchen floor with some expensive straight-to-the-floor cleaner, using a large micro fiber cloth. Much better results than using the mop. But getting up and down to and from the ground level was a bit of a bother of course.
Having said that, the Arthritis is kind to me at the moment.
Nipped into the bathroom for what must have been my fourth visit up to now. Tsk!
Then as I was sweeping the hall, I noticed many letters had been posted. Bearing in mind, this was about 0555hrs? I suppose they must have been delivered yesterday, and I didn’t notice them?
After getting notification of me being in rent arrears last month; I went down to see them. They changed the payment and assured me not to worry, all would be okay. Humph!
Must get to see them again. Might have time on Monday after my INR Warfarin blood-level test? Won’t have time today because of Jane and Pete’s apartment inspection taking place.
It was the best I’d enjoyed since being in the flat. Baked potatoes, potato farls, beetroot, and traditional Polish Frankfurters. Thinking about it, I’ll give Taste rating of 9.69/10.
Enjoyed a good scrub-up, and then did some graphicalisationing. Created a decent graphic to go along with my Ode about life, entitled ‘I get so excited!’.
Then got to work sorting the paperwork out and into the two file boxes.
Jane rang, she will not be coming to inspect the apartment now. She’s got a sore throat and sounded unwell the poor thing. Spoke to Pete, he will be coming up on his own.
Finished the sorting out and made a cuppa, realised I’d actually taken me medications. Humph! So, I just took the beta-bock, blood release, angina and reflux tablets.
It’s been raining since I got up at 0400hrs. I sorted and took down the bags of rubbish and recycle one to outside the caretakers door, as they were too big to get into the shoot. Met a couple of tenants and had a little chin-wag.
Pete arrived, and we had a good natter, and he programmed the battery radio for me. Then he set up the binoculars, so I had got them at the optimum settings.Got the laundry ready and went down and got it loaded into a machine in the laundry room. Nipped out to the community shed and handed the letter that’s arrived for the flats previous tenant Margaret.
I walked him down to his car, thanked him and wished Jane all the best with her horrible severe sufferings.
Got the laundry ready and went down and got it loaded into a machine in the laundry room. Nipped out to the community shed and handed the letter that’s arrived for the flats previous tenant Margaret.
Returned to the lobby and did my crosswords while I was waiting for the washer to finish.
Has a couple of little gossips to some tenants as they passed in or out of the building.
Got the washing transferred to the drying machine, and nipped up to the flat and updated this diary.
Down and collected the washing laundry room.
Back up to the flat and put the togs away.
The last N9 bus to Arnold was due at 1437hrs. I decided to catch it and go to Sainsburys and get some bread, potatoes and er… what was the other thing? I know there were three things… I suppose I’ll remember it when I get there and have a look around? Tsk!
Had a quick bath and I readied things then set off to catch the bus. I was the sole person waiting for it.
Then strolled (Limped), into Arnold and popped into the Iceland store to get some Weight Watchers mini pots of ice cream and beef slices in puff pastry.
I ended up getting more than initially planned of course. Tsk!
The need for the usage of porcelain was growing in urgency.
The rain had stopped at last, but I fear the L9 buses had too!
So I caught another one and dropped off in Sherwood.
It was getting a bit dark quickly now as I walked up the hill towards the Woodthorpe Grange Park.
The moon appearing in haste, and the multi-coloured streaks of reds, purples, blues, etc. along with the darkening overall looked incredible.
I tried to capture it in this photo, but it didn’t come out very well.
I suppose my haste to get to the porcelain might have cocked-up my focussing?
Somehow, I painfully managed to get to the flat’s bathroom and the pain that awaited me. Hehe!
Got some fodder, took the medications and sat musing on things for a good while;
I got the TV paper and took a look at what was on offer. Some good stuff from eight until eleven.
I watched them in hundreds of episodes between my periods of nodding off, then needing the porcelain again around 1200hrs.
Felt a bit odd as I drifted off to the land of nod.
When I came across this photo after getting back to the apartment after Choir practice the other day, I thought; “Hello, what’s all this then?” As you would like. No doubt there is a logical and uncontentious reason for it?
If you can assist with one, I’d much appreciate it. Thanks.
No Rock performers or alcoholic Scotsmen were harmed in the production of this.
I imagine?
This old photograph was found in my Scuba-Diving equipment, next to my Mountaineering gear in my Mansion’s garage last week.
Mr D. Soz (19¾) seen soon after his release from HMP Brixton clink.
He still denies the charge he was convicted of as I understand it.
This graphic was created and posted in the hope of bringing fame and fortune to Danny, one of if not the best and sporting types of West Ham fans. (I now this, he told me). Thus, I can start to repay his bill of £33,290 he’s charged me for wheel calipers, used motor oil and other items he has stolen for me or bought me from Lidl.
What a pointless Film!
The theme of this film – someone learning that solicitors are Devils, is nothing new or anything the proletariat don’t know already surely?
Just thought I’d mention it like.
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Saturday 26th December 2015
Up at 0330 hrs, my first sensation was the lack of bother from Little Inchy! Maybe the treatment is working at last? Yahoo!
Noticed I’d left me nosh tray at the side of the chair with me dirty nosh plate and cutlery – but it seems I had eaten up all of the nosh.
Got up to go to the bathroom porcelain and saw I’d spilt/dropped some stuff on the floor – continued to the thrown and things went well there for a change, even the haemorrhoids were not leaking! Then returned to find that some tablets from the evening medication pot were lying on the carpet? Oh dear?
Made a cuppa and cleared the mess up, and then started the laptop and finished the last diary off and started this one. Opening my Google Calendar I realised it was Angie Winks Birthday today, so set about creating the graphic at the top of this diary, and posted it to Angie’s Facebook site. I hope she has a super time today and manages to take it easy as well. Love, kisses and cuddles Angie. XXX
I must thank Patti Beckert for her support and sense of humour over the year too! And wish Teresa all the best. All brave gals who take the bother to look after me over the ether. And the TFZers on Facebook, who I’d be lost without. Love to them all. X
Back to the diary.
Facebooked.
No buses today or tomorrow, so if the rain stops, I’ll have a walk into the Woodthorpe Grange Park later.
Of cleared up from last night and found me Warfarin tablets left in the evening medication pot Huh!.
I spent hours doing what I thought would be a good graphic for the TFZers. Then to my chagrin, Coreldraw froze and I lost it all! Tsk, Huh, Dammit and a double Humph! Lost all heart in it now. Klaberwockers!
I had a good bath and soaked. When I tended to ‘Little Inchy’ he bled, but I don’t think as much as he has been doing lately, so good news there. When I Phorpain gelled my knees, Arthur Itis indicated to me that this was not going to do any good today as I struggled to get painfully out of the tub. Tsk!
I put some Brut all over me in case any elderly ladies wished to ravage me while I was on me walk around the park later.
Then set about cutting my toenails. One of the most difficult of all the ageing tasks for me this one is. This time, I lost my balance but stopped myself falling over with the shrewd move of using me chin on the sink. I cut my lip on the inside, swore a bit and dabbed some Antiseptic disinfectant on it… and swore some more! Hehe!
I put me bath towel in the airing cupboard, old clothes in the laundry bag and got the laptop out of sleep mode and updated this diary.
The rain had stopped so I got myself ready to go on me walk around Woodthorpe Grange Park, taking my camera with me in case owt interesting comes into view. Only mud came into view, Tsk!
TTFN, back in a bit.
The wind was howling and I struggled up the path to the top to find it was even muddier up there, mixed in with all the fallen decaying leaves.
I thought about it and decided just to take a photograph of some of the brave folks and their dogs that had ventured out and then get back to 
Walking down the hill, I nearly got myself blown over a couple of times.
I felt for the folk up North who were having it so much worse that us in Nottingham.
Got in the flat and no call for the use of the porcelain either. I’m doing well today!
Got me nosh prepared and cooking and updated this while it cooked.
Delectable. Rated it 9.4/10, and please note there was no cream cakes, biscuits or lemon curd swiss rolls! However, I did weaken and have some Raspberry & Vanilla mini rolls later.
Then I noticed that I had gotten mud all over me trousers legs on me little romp in the woods. I tried to clean it off, but it has not dried sufficiently and I made a bit of a mess – Huh… more washing for the next laundry session.
Watched an old film on the box ‘The Last Stand’ with Arnie, in twenty episodes, this time, I fell asleep for a longer period in the middle and woke up for the ending.
No dizzies all day, and apart from Arthur Itis and Little Inchy bleeding again later, had no complaints from Anne Gina, the ulcer, cramps, hernia or the split lip. Did I mention the split lip? Hence the instant potatoes on me nosh.
Zzzz.
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Wednesday 23nd December 2015
Up at 0525 hrs, What a state I woke up in too! Unbelievable! (As Victor Meldrew would say!)
This morning My Medical Synopsis (Fancy word for me eh?)
The legs had swollen like never before; the stomach had bloated even more. Might not be abe to get me trousers on later?
The skin cancer wound on me back was itching like crazy. The duodenal ulcer was giving me a bit of jip. Arthur Itis was not liking it at all when I moved me knees or wrists. Anne Gina was causing breathing difficulties. The haemorrhoids were bleeding away merrily. The boils 
I’ll have to put the new disposable underpants thing on today, as I am not going out anywhere due to two reasons like: Had a super dizzy spell when I first got up, and the gurgling runs had returned, I took a capsule in the hope it 
On my second trip to the porcelain, Little Inchy had been flowing again. A brighter red this time?.
Good job I’d got some swabs and cotton wool in stock.
If it hasn’t eased when I get me bath later, I suppose I’d better ring 111 for advice?
Now Anne Gina is getting worse as I write, well type.
So, as I said, no going out for me today. I’m too nervous of the dizzies and getting caught wearing those flaming lady-like disposable undies! Hehehe!
Made a cuppa, didn’t eat owt cause of the state of me stomach.
Not feeling too bad under the circumstances. Might get some sorting done today and graphicalisationing perhaps?.
Got the laptop on and finished Tuesdays diary. Shame I forgot to take me camera out with me, though.
Hello, a touch of the shivers then. I’ve just checked the thermometer in the kitchen, down to 55° now. Looks a bit windy out, but it’s in the right direction for me, not blowing at the front and coming in the holes in the kitchen wall at least.
Going to get in my bath now and see if I can do owt with Little Inchy and the haemorrhoids.
Back in a bit folks.
Lovely good soak that was, sorting Litte Inchy was less hassle than I thought it might be. Crossed fingers now.
Updated this diary then got me rubbish bags to the chute and called at the Community Hut to see if Deana was there.
She wasn’t, but Obergruppenfurheress Julie was. Gave her some nibbles and the letters for Margaret.
Met the lady from 84 on the way back and gave her a box of Terry’s Chocolates for Christmas and got a peck on me cheek (Nice!).
A hand-out letter had been delivered while I was out. It was from the Nottingham City Homes. They hope to do the improvements/modernisations to Winchester and Woodthorpe Court in 2016 – 17.
Had a cuppa and took me medications.
A sudden and abrupt attack of fatigue came over me after eating me nosh. I felt incapable of physically doing much at all?
All I could do was to sit down; I did watch some TV, but it was piecemeal viewing in between nodding off and visits to the porcelain to ease me rumbling innards.
The rest of the day was a lot better for the Angina and ulcer. Even the hernia eased a bit later. However, arthritis and stomach played up all the way through. Tsk!
I found a sort of inner peace, a feeling of my being composed and an acceptance of the situation? Not unhappy at all?.
I think that I turned off the TV about 2200hrs and felt like I’d been asleep for a few minutes, and it was 0530hrs as I sprang awake and made my way to the porcelain again.
