TFZers – Bit of a picnic?
Monday 8th June 2020
Catalan: Dilluns 8 de Juny de 2020
22:40hrs: Sunday evening: Woke up with such a jump, bit of a panic, cause I didn’t know what or why I had sprung awake so suddenly!
No other choice than to have a look around to investigate, see if I can find the cause of my unexpected vivification.
I carefully removed my avoirdupois, fat, fleshy, gross, outsize, paunchy, plump, porcine, portly, stout, over-bellied torso from the £300, second-hand, none-working, c1968 recliner, and limped to the balcony for me first gander, no signs of anything out of the ordinary.
The same result in the kitchen. Had got a bit of a wobble on here, from Dizzy Dennis. Stood still for a while, clinging to the wall and walking stick for a while, my balance returned. But only a fleeting visit this time.
In the miniature-hallway, I could see one of the black bags I’d put there earlier sticking out a bit. I went to have a closer look to see if the p[lastic bags of rubbish had fallen and made the mystery noise?
Nope, they all seemed to be where I’d left them in the first place earlier in the night. Dizzy Dennis was trying to revisit me. It’s not right, this!
As if to test my sanity, as I was taking this picture, the spare walking stick I keep at the front door slowly slid away from the wall and fell on the bags?
A peer into the wet room, all seemed to be okay in there, no signs of mishaps.
I turned off the wall-heater I’d left on. Sad, innit? What a Schemiel, I am!
A had a quick look in the junk room. I try not to look in this room as much as possible. It only brings on feelings of blame, guilt, humiliation, embarrassment, self-hatred, and destroys what iota of confidence I have left! Tsk!
I nipped back again into the wet room for a wee-wee and took a snap of the tootsies. The overgrown toes and heels were particularly painful. Also, the limbs looked rather etiolated, anaemic and cadaverous-like. But I knew I’d not snuffed it yet, cause I took this picture and put it in this blog. It might have been an imitation of Big-Foot, but more likely Pale-Foot. Hahaha!
So, whatever it was that disturbed my beloved slumber, will have to remain unknown. Just a part of the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear, and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission? (Me? Feeling downtrodden? Never! Hahaha!)
I got a bottle of spring water and got the computer on to start this blog off, and there was some knocking coming from somewhere above me. No idea where, but seemed to be coming from a distance? Not that it bothered me much, if at all now that I’d decided to stay awake and get on with the computing tasks.
I got this going and went to get another bottle of spring water. I don’t know what’s a matter with me, but I just do not fancy a mug of tea, that’s a first! But I keep sipping the spring water that I’ve added a drop of orange cordial to. I took these three photographs over about five minutes, and the changing sky was impressive, I thought.
Then I went on Pinterest and added a few photographs. On the WordPress Reader. Next, onto TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. By gum, I enjoyed that!
I got up to make another orange drink. Argh! Glubbledonkeeeeshski! Stubbed my toe on the vacuum! How I managed not to shout out loud, was a miracle! I made a right-good job of it too. Hitting three toes, not one, oh, no, Three of ’em! But it didn’t bother me!
I pondered over whether I could now get back to sleep for a while? But thought not, the mind is too active now. So, I went on CorelDraw to get some graphics made up in advance. I only got one finished!
Botherations, now I suddenly feel tired enough to get some kip, but also hungry? I’ll have a pot noodle, and put the TV on. That should ensure sleep cometh. If I remember rightly, the last time I had a Pot Noodle, it helped things to move in the Porcelain Throne usage department?
I ate the pot of Spare-Rib flavoured noodles and settled to watch a documentary.
I can’t even remember falling to sleep, but I must have almost immediately; waking up four hours later at 07:45hrs and feeling much refreshed. It a few seconds for the grey-cells to activate, but I was soon reinvigorated into activity, full of plans of what to get done! (Unnatural and worrying, I know!)
As I dismounted the £300, decrepit, second-hand c1968 recliner, I noticed that nearly all of the veins, spider, saphenous, popliteal, tibial and femoral, had gone into hiding? Hahaha! What was going on here then? Amazing!
I had a wee-wee in the wet room, and the planning and envisioning started as I got into the kitchen to do the medicationalising. The Sys as down nicely (at last!), the pulse up a tad, but I don’t think its too high. At 36.6°, the temperature was up, also.
Then a determined effort was made to sort out the waste bags. I made up another small white bag of recyclables and put the sizeable 80-litre back with the others. Planning to put all of the smaller bags down the waste chute, and take the big one down in the lift to the caretaker’s area.
I got all, bar the big bag on the three-wheeler guide walker (not an easy job, as you can see, Haha!) Of out and to the waste room chute. Got them all down without any bother, and limped back, glad that I’d used the walker. It is so much safer and more comfortable on the feet than using the walking stick.
Back to the flat, and had a go at doing an earlier Iceland order, so I could put some of the Skimmed Viva milk on, for Jenny. Here goes. Got it done, coming tomorrow. I let Jenny know.
Got some new potatoes in the crock-pot, the yare smaller ones this time, so should get cooked in time, I hope. Added just some sea-salt this time. No more fancy seasonings this time!
Then got another of the zip-up jumpers hand-washed. Bit of a messy job. But got it done, wrung and hung. These are hard to ring-out, but the material drips down quickly, and I kept twisting at the bottom every ten-minutes or so. The one I did yesterday is hanging in the hall, above the airer.
Then went of Facebooking again, to see comments and a few piccies. I was on the TFZer site for so long, up to now, I’ve wrung out the jumper eleven times! Still, it’s getting dryerer all the time. Haha! Just finished on Facebooking The zip-up jumper has been wrung out… well, I don’t know, it must be near 50 times by now. Hehe!
The landline chirped int life. And a certain amount of satisfaction was obtained, when I found that it was the delightful and beautiful Hristina, my favourite Phlebotomy Nurse, calling! She said she would be in to take my blood, tomorrow, between 09:00 > 11:00hrs. This cheered me a tad! I have not had a blood test for about 3-4 weeks now, Coronavirus being the reason. And I’ve not seen Hristina (Pronounced in English as Christina) for eight or more weeks.
Getting late now, and Weariness Willy is kicking in. I’ll get the nosh done while I’m still awake.
Guess who burnt his arm on the oven tray? Ahem!
I went on the balcony, to take a photo of Chestnut Walk, and wondered, where have all the red cars gone? Not one red-one was in view on the site!
I got the nosh prepared next.
A quick nosh tonight. The spuds, mushy peas with vinegar, battered fish and tomatoes. A fair dollop of fodder, but I ate it all up, like the good boy I am. Haha!
The weariness was getting a bit serious now. I got the pots washed and settled myself down in the c1968, second-hand, broken-down recliner. (Thanks for this, to my Zyrophobia suffering, supercilious Brother-in-law Pete, who broke the recliner, when flat-searching, finding and taking my valuables, while I was the hospital after the stroke.)
I got settled proper and was soon off into a wonderfully satisfying deep sleep.
A couple of hours or so later, a scarily ongoing for a few seconds-worth of noise woke me up. Clattering, pinging, breaking glass, and other types of sounds were heard for a few seconds… then the brain engaged and panic ensued from mt grey-cells! “What was that!”
I freed my wobbly-stomached torso from the chair, grabbed the wooden walking stick, gained by balance, and fretfully made my way to where I thought the noise came from, the kitchen. The prop I use for hanging up the handwashing to drip dry, which balanced between the two wall cupboards, had tumbled down!
What a sad mess! The prop had brought down basins, cleaning products, plates, trays etc. as it fell.
I took a photograph halfway through the cleaning and clearing up. By the time I’d got it all sorted out the having to use the step ladders, and all of the bending etc. had done me in. I did not tackle the broken pottery, swept it to a corner and left it to be sorted in the morning. I had to stop before it was all done, and just get down to let the breathing settle, and soon nodded off, thankfully.
I seem afflicted with misfortune.
Went to make another mug of tea and I could hear a dog barking so clearly, even without my hearing aids in.
Just got an Email telling me my Morrison Delivery is due in a while.Did I remember?
Got another completed, but not the one I wanted to do for TFZer Shirley.
I’ll try it again mind you, although I anticipate I may have to give up on it and do another sort for her.
Back onto graphicalisationing on CorelDraw.
sneaking into it with my camera
Fitted an old graphicalisation up and reposted it.
which is today.
The oddly sized legs tickled me. Well, that’s not the right word, but it’ll have to do.
Made another mug of tea.
The Morrison man called.
Made a brew and took this photographicalisation from the kitchen window.
Went to make a mug of tea, and just had to take this photo of the view.
The view from the kitchen reminded me of the horrible fire in London for some reason or other?
that’s his name, not Frank (Grump, what a clot I am), if he would tell the others about my not getting to the Social Hour again and why! With a cheeky smile, he said he’d think about it. Hehe!
Turned right at the end of the Walk and down onto Winchester Street Hill.
her name. (Not that it matters cause she is sweet, kind, cuddly and beautiful) for the INR blood test.
She soon took the blood, again it took ages for the vein to stop bleeding, but that was good, it gave me time to have an ogle and gossip with the nurse!
By the time I got to the Methodist Church about half way to Sherwood, I was in great pain, and yet high spirits?
I called into the Children’s Charity Shop for a peruse around, but nothing purchased.
The day suddenly went a bit dark?
Made another cuppa in the new mug. Had a wee-wee.
Got the meal prepared and took the medications, did the Health Checks.
2020hrs: The District Nurse, who had been before (The extra cuddly one with the twinkle in her eyes and 
Down Winchester Street Hill in the sunshine and got the camera out of the bag and into my pocket so I could take photographs of the abandoned retail units from Winchester Street to the library.
On my way out, I noticed they had ladies bras on sale for two whole aisles!
As we went through Sherwood on Mansfield Road, I took a picture of possibly the best smelling of all the shops.
Put the purchases on the counter and then stored them away.
The din-din time now.
ain, and watched some TV proggies, without any nodding off for ages?
Nipped into the kitchen to pod the peas and get them cooking in the Crock-Pot. I also put some Jersey potatoes in the saucepan to boil.
Cooking now, though.
Head down in the £300 second-hand recliner. (It’s lasting well for a cheapo bargain is this chair) But, I could not get to sleep thinking alternatively about the great match, the fighting hooligans and the newly attacking Duodenal Donald. I don’t know if it is the fodder or the vandals that started him off, but by gum, he’s back with a vengeance. Took an extra 40mg Omeprazole.
0415hrs: Got the readied dirty-laundry bag and down to the laundry room and got it washing away.
Pulse 79, Temp’ 33.8, Weight 14.81: All good, methinks.
Found it in front of where I was when I started to look for it in with the bottles of sauce and seasonings on top of the counter? Tsk!
Going through the Emails afterwards I came across:
Updated and finished Thursday’s diary and got it posted off.
Called in Primark Again, but nothing suitable. Hobbled in the rain to M&S, even less suitable attire. Walked to the tobacconist’s and got some snuff for Bill (William on Sundays) at the flats, then went to Clinton Street and the Sports shop. Where surprisingly I found some tops suitable and cheap too. Bought two of them. After getting a very annoyed yer disinterested good looking young man assistant to get them down for me with the extended prongs from the fifth row up on the wall.
Where I observed that many of the Nottingham shoplifter… no, sorry, I meant shoppers, had been caught out in the rain.
The meal was tomatoes, crispy potato balls, even crispier extra strong cheddar cheese done in the oven, fresh pod peas, an egg and two battered fish cakes with bread thins and followed by a lemon mousse.
Onto the computer to update the diaries.
They were painting double yellow lines on Chestnut Walk where the cabin is now in place.
Dropped off near Wilko’s and went over the road to the Victoria Centre Shopping Centre (Mall) and the fruit & veg stall. They had some fresh pod peas in, I recalled being conned last time I got some peas from there – but thought if Tesco does not have any I’ll have to walk all the way back here again to get some. There was a different lady serving. So I risked it and bought some. Turned out okay, she did not slip the older ones in the bag.
Out of the centre and hobbled along towards the town centre to call at Primark to look for some long sleeve T-shirts.
shop window.
Walked down into the Slab Square.
After a long hobble around I found nothing of any interest to me.
To Queen Street and up to where the outdoor seating was for one of the many 
Took the medications and did the Health Checks, then got on with making the meal.
After consuming it, I took the things to the kitchen to clean them up and…
Julie checked and all was fine. Phew!
Took the morning medications with an ‘Anti-Trots’ capsule.
Took a photograph of outside, through the in need of cleaning kitchen window.
This took a while to sort out. Then I arranged the bags for the rubbish shoot, four of them, three general waste one recyclable and took them and deposited them down the refuse chute.
I inquired of what was being built across the road on the grass verge, and she told me it was the new temporary Social Hut.
Got the meal on the cook and did some more WordPressing, got carried away and nearly burnt the food! Ha-well!
While in the kitchen, I had my usual perusal of the view and thought it so funny watching a dog taking its owner for a walk down the gravel hill path near the Copse.
inema on Wilford Road in Nottingham, around 1950 and looking down at myself as an ankle-snapper in the line of bodies and remember thinking as stared at my younger self: “I don’t know who it is either!” Hehehe! There were many more things that took place, but I cannot recall them.
Set off down Chestnut Walk towards the turn off for Winchester Street Hill.
photographicalisation of them from below.
To the shop and spent over £12 on food? Mature Stilton, Jersey potatoes, tomatoes, tins of stuffed peppers, Lemon yoghourts, bread rolls with cheese, Smoked Haddock filled fishcakes and risotto mushroom rice.
meant I had to break the stuff into two bags.
Put away shopping and medications and took the midday doses.
sh served up with a small pot of lemon yoghourt.