Wednesday 9th October 2019
Sudanese:Â Rebo 9 Oktober 2019
06:25hrs: As I woke, I had the feeling that I had been in deep thought, or dreaming perhaps, of my sad, pitiable life. Of my funest, catastrophic, deplorable and lamentable existence. I get like this nowadays, when thing go ape-shit or wrongly, due not to my own failings, and I have many. Like with my having no hot water for three days now, no, four! No one can help, for the Nottingham City Homes maintenance team are pushed to the limit. Nobody truly understands the problems with having no hot water has and is causing me. With my medical issues, having to use the kettle and saucepans for hot water, is causing so much hassle and danger, with the peripheral neuralgia and shakes, I am making things worse with the spillages and scolding, and have no hot water on tap to clean things up. No communications about when and if I will be paid a visit from the plumbers. This, in turn, means my already short sleeping times have been ridiculous! Trying to stay awake all day and part of the night, just in case anyone arrives, is causing, even more, sleep-deprivation and doing my health no-good at all… I waffle-well, don’t I? Haha!Â
As it dawned on me that the humming, droning, grating humming noise from outside was as loud as ever this morning, put me on an even lower band of contentment. It made it worse as I realised what time it was. The Ocado order is due to be delivered twixt 06:00>07:00hrs! Had it been already and I had not heard the door-chime or pathetically low-volumed intercom tune – not that it works all the time of course. It doesn’t. A genuine depression was taking hold of me here! I can’t do the handwashing, using the laundry room is not an option – imagine if the Nottingham City Homes plumbers arrived while I was out. I dare not go out of the flat! Humph! Demoralising!
Thankfully, the usual demand for a wee-wee stopped my inner-moaning. I freed my bulbous wobbly-body from 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 four-months later), £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, and utilised the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) for a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode slash.
Got the hearing aids fitted, and kettle on, and off to the Porcelain Throne. At least that went well for once, no mess and no bleeding.
I had a look outside, from the crumbling-ceilinged new roof balcony. No signs of any Ocado van out there. The hands were shaking again, yet the finger-ends were sensing contact with hard objects.
I also took this terrible effort of a picture on the left. Sad innit?
I got the computer booted up, but before I could use it, the intercom buzzer went off.
I got to the panel, but obviously, someone had let in the Ocado driver before I got to the board. I got the return carriers from junk-room 2.
The driver informed me of substitutes. The Glengettie Gold tea bags were off! The normal Glengettie ones sent. Tsk! But not to worry, although the Gold ones are the best tea available, the others are the second best. No problem, I have enough things to worry about with the will-they, won’t they, maybe, perhaps Nottingham City Homes maintenance plumbers non-arrival. The man put the bags through the door for me, and off he shot.
But, as he went, fortunately, he noticed that I had tied up my braces up on the door handle and was struggling to free myself! The aches and pains from yesterday’s After-Stroke session made it a problem getting my arms behind me to release the suspenders! ‘Arf, ‘arf! It made him smile, anyway, as he threw a look that said ‘I’m glad to get out of here!’ Hahaha! He won’t forget this visit for a long time. I imagine my kerfuffle will be related to other drivers later. The Three Stooges and Will Hay came to mind afterwards.
I got on with the updating at last. But the extra photos again, and the nerveless fingertips made it a long, frustrating and ever-correcting session. It was gone midday by the time I’d got it finished and posted off! Noise from above, which can’t be helped, I know, but the tapping and knocking unsettled me while I was struggling to get the blog done.
I went on the WordPress reader next. Then sent some piccies to Pinterest and the Facebook site.
As I started to do this blog, which needed starting from scratch…
Mostest aggravationalistical!
So, I decided to get the handwashing done – carefully! I got some saucepans filled and the kettle for hot water. It was a bit silly, I know, but I washed a long-sleeved shirt, socks, and the jammie-bottoms. How I hope to get them dried is going to be a tough assignment for me to sort out!
I did manage to spill some hot water when I got the shakes. I now have another pretty pink wound on the stomach. Grumph!
I got the heavier clothes rung-out as best I could and hung to dry and drip above the sink. The socks and cleaning cloth, I put on the stand-up airer.
I checked, and Mr Fries internet had come back on, a little slower, but at least it was working again. So 
I got on with this blog at last.
I did make another mug of tea, though. And took a photograph of the Nottingham City Hospital, from the unwanted, thick-framed, impossible to get to clean, light & view-blocking, new windows.
I did some more work on this blog preparation.
I then got the fragile wobbly frame-airer out, and put the jammy bottoms on it, in hopes that they might dry enough for me to wear them tonight. They will need constant moving on the machine to be successful. But, I expect not. Still, you’ve got to try ain’t yer?
I decided to ring Night Club pole-dancer and Warden, Generalfeldmarschalless Deana. To try and find out some details of the failed-to-turn up Nottingham City Homes plumber. There was no answer first try, I’ll have a go a bit later. Five minutes later, Deana returned my call. She thought it had all been done. She’d ring them and then call me back.
I got on with the diary work. Half-an-hour or so later, I got a ring back from Deana. It seems there has been a cock-up of some sort. They prioritise the calls. They will come sometime today, up to 22:00hrs. I mentioned the lady who had the same problem and found out that hers had been sorted out yesterday! (I can get depressed, and sulk, you know!) Hehe! Wanna bet they come tonight, not this afternoon. Otherwise, how could Nottingham City Homes make my sleep-deprivation worse, or piss-me off effectively?
Ah, well, the wee-weeing has seen a sharp reduction today.
The pulled jackfruit, smoky BBQ, Chilli with corn and beans (What a mouthful!), meal is still on the cards, with all the planned extras to go in it. Black bean sauce, baked beans, sliced tomatoes, balsamic vinegar and basil! I think that is what I put in the last one I had, and found it delicious! But it will probably be late in the evening before the Nottingham City plumber arrives to sort the hot water supply out fro me. At least I now know they will be coming sometime today, anyway. (He says with a modicum of circumspection and mistrust) Hahaha! Of course, when I can get to wash and shave safely and actually eat anything, is in the lap of the Gods… well, the Nottingham City Home plumber, anyway!
I kept stopping to move the jammies into another position on the airer, but the pants don’t seem to be getting any drier at all!
It is already oast my head-down time. And with a day of being active for 20 hours, followed by one of 21 hours, then today’s lesser one of only 13 hours up till now, sleep will be very welcome when and if it comes. I’m not feeling too good now, and yet I cannot take any rest until the chap has been and gone, to do the hot water jobbie… I’m tired and irritable again. But, I dare not nod-off!
So, I went on CorelDraw to make some graphics up. Not that it is easy to concentrate. Tireder and wearying. I gave up on the computerisationalisticalisationing. Hahaha!
I put the TV on, and watched whatever crap had subtitles on, including a Hells Kitchen, and a Police show.
So, once again the promise from Nottingham City Homes of a plumber calling to mend the hot water problem, has failed to mature. Now I am five hours beyond my usual kip-down time! Yet they came out to a flat with the same problem, eho reported it a day later than I did, and they have hot water now? It’s not what you do, it’s who you are? Sadly, I am not one of the in-crowd, obviously!
I got some handwash-drying moved around. During which the silly-flimsy bar airer, colla[sed on me. A burn on the arm, much pain, frustration and anguish in getting it made-up again, and low self-esteem towered over me. And then did some black-bagging. The increase in fatigue made things very awkward. No washing myself tonight, I’m just too incapacitated mentally and physically to cope with the kettle and saucepans of hot water needed. Disconsolateness, dispiritedness, doldrums, dolefulness, and downright-downheartedness, at the delay, doom me to depression! (Damnably clever that, do you like it?)
They (Nottingham City Homes maintenance Team) will not call after 22:00hrs as I understand it, so I can get the meal made and gobbled up now. They must be up-to-the-neck in it, and that is why things are not going as planned? Which doesn’t help in preventing me from injury, pain and depression, when others get the job done for them. Gnash! Gobblediegumps and Sob!
The Soul-Food chilli with extras added as I had planned, was another great experience. Smug-Mode-Engaged! As you can see on the right here, the big bowl was needed, and nearly filled with the feast of vegetarian chilli, black bean sauce, tomatoes etc., and thoroughly enjoyed. Flavour-Rating: 9/10. We’ll see later what it causes the innards to do. Hehe!
I got the kettle and saucepan on the stove and took some photographs of the ever-changing skyline. It took the problems of my being dismissed as unimportant off of my mind for a while.
Then it all came back when I was doing the dishes and saucepan washing. The hand and shoulder did an impression of St Vitus dancing, and I got a tiny burn on the back of the hand, minuscule it was, but it hurt like hell! Another scar, to remind me of the unfortunate incident with the hot water, and how I coped with being put-down and ignored and put at the back of the queue.
I got down in the rickety recliner, blurry-eyed, pissed-off, drained, frustrated and temporarily beyond consolation. Because, how can I be sure that Nottingham City Homes, who have failed on every commitment they have made, was unable to keep me informed, and effectively kept me imprisoned indoors for three days; while they failed to arrive… will come tomorrow? Indeed, if on the half-chance they do ever call, will they be able to solve the issue? Will I top myself with anguish, disgruntlement, infuriation and exasperation, and frustration?
Good evening.
01:00hrs: I woke up with an instant mind-storming session rattling away in the fount of missing knowledge/wisdom/advice/ideas etc. brain-box; fears, worries, frustrations, bad memories, trials, and tribulations. The lack of hot water, and how I will manage to cope with bringing hot water from the kitchen to the wet room to do the ablutions was the main worry. Closely followed by, ‘Will the plumber arrive this afternoon, tonight, or the Wednesday morning, afternoon, or night… or later?’ ‘Will he call at all?’ The third in line in the fretting stakes were; ‘Should I not go to the After-Stroke session after all, and stay in, just in case they do arrive this morning’… which started the whole circle of predicaments, quandaries, catch-22s, hassles, and hindrances all over again! It was a good while before things settled, and the almost panicking situation resolved itself when a wee-wee was needed, quickly followed by the Porcelain Throne requirement needing attention. 
I fetched a pan of hot water from the stove ring, and as I reentered the wet room, the right leg launched into one of its imitation Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines. Resulting in a stubbed toe, dropping the saucepan, burning my foot and clouting my head on the sink when I tried to retrieve the pan from the floor! Then I had to go to get some more hot water again!
I went through the link-passage, into Winwood Court, and out through the foyer entrance doors. The morning was dark, dank and a little wet, with a fair wind blowing, and not a warm one. Glad I put the jumper on now. 
remembered a lot of the lyrics, too? I can’t understand how she didn’t answer my letter her all those years ago. I fancied her something rotten!
I stayed on the bus to the terminus on Queen Street, to avoid too much walking in the drizzle. I 
towards Wheeler Gate. 
I took a shot over the Slab Square, towards Wheeler Gate, where my destination of the Poundland shop was based. 
I snapped the picture below, to show the different styles of building in the City Centre. The decaying, the new, the old, the being repaired, and some of the many thousands of student apartments. Not one of my best photos, but I did zoom in a lot to take it, and the fingers were a bit wobbly at the time.
As I left the shop, I came across this piece of Nottinghamian Street Art near the taxi rank. Whatever the contents were, they didn’t go down very well with the purchaser, did they? Perhaps, over-alcoholic intake might have played a part? Haha! 
I had another walk around the Slab Square. 
One more recordable almost exciting sky v land contrasting view was taken. 
The place was abuzz with student and schoolchildren.
More Nottingham Street at was spotted. 
am I thinking of things I can no longer do? Hehehe!
I arrived a little early and remembered the look of derision I got when I was early at last weeks After-Stroke Physio session. 
towards the church. As I crossed again over Goldsmith Street, yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was spotted! A student, I assume.
With aching limbs, I said my farewells and departed. 
A Deliveroo pavement Cyclist lurked about, but he was far enough away from me! 
Then I was off on the way home via the link-passage to Woodthorpe Court. 
I had a job to get the intercom camera to work. It was showing fault when I tried to view it several times. I tried setting without any luck. So I thought I’d take a picture of the ‘Fault’ sign on the panel. Got the camera, and it was working! Ah, well! Tsk! 
I took another snap of the view from the kitchen window. Which was a pleasant one!
Put the kettle on, and readied the stuff for the meal later. Unsure of when I can make it, though. Still no word about whether the plumbers will be calling or not today or tonight. Christ! It is night already! Hours passed my head-down time 
already! But I must not fall asleep, just in case something really fantasmagorical happens – like a plumber arriving! Sarcasm-Mode-Adopted there, did you notice? Haha!
Back to updating again. Getting dark a bit now. I’m tired-out and so annoyed at not being kept in the picture about the repairs. Whenever they come, it would have nice to have been informed. And of course, I still have no hot water, so face the same farce and struggle to do the ablutions in the morning! I’m really fed-up now! 
I pressed on with the blogging, ever-struggling more to keep awake. It must be 46 hours since I reported the problem, and I’ve only had 6 hours of sleep in that time. Gone through the Stroke Physio session, done a fair bit of walking, too.
BBQ rice, with dashes of light soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, sliced tomatoes and half a little jar of black bean sauce. And, of course, they told not to eat after I’d bought the mini-sausages. These are going to be hard to resist in the future. Tired out and depressed as I was feeling, this nosh went down a treat! Taste-rating of 9.25/10 granted. An umami delicious, lip-smacking, cornucopial feast!
I took the bucket into the kitchen to clean and sanitise it, only to find that there was no hot water coming from the tap (faucet). The water heater had gone down again! Grumph! So did it using boiled water from the kettle. Not comfortable with the Peripheral Neuralgia making the finger-tips loose sense of touch, and of course, I burnt myself without knowing it once more, until I saw it, then the brain got the message from the nerves, and the pain began! I must get someone to ring for me and inform Nottingham City Homes. 
The water in the shower was not warm enough to use in the sink, but the hot water from the handbasin sink, was a little more lukewarm, so I had a stand-up wash. Only two dropsies, the toothbrush and a razor. I had to fetch hot water to shave with from the kettle, but luckily I didn’t have any Dizzy Dennis moments, shakes or involuntary Hitler salutes or unwanted Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing. 
I had a change of mind and returned to the flat, so I could tell Josie about the heaters and catch the next bus instead. On the way back to the apartment, the rain was a little more substantial and then stopped altogether.
The original plan was to call at Tesco to get some more seaweed nibbles. Across the road and halfway to the store, and realised I had come on the late bus! So I turned around and out onto Upper Parliament Street. I watched as the Nottinghamian’s crossed over the pelican lights with the Red-man sign lit! On the green man, I nipped over and down Clumber Street.
I got to the end of the road and onto High Street, and walked through the Exchange Arcade. It is a sad walk nowadays. So many closed retailers, so few customers about. On the right, is the new Exchange Barbers. One of the highest-
rent? Not to mention rates, taxes, staff wages, insurance etc. Even if they picked the pockets of each customer! Hehe! I wished them all the best! 
Towards Queen Street corner, another dangerous, bonkers, antisocial, speeding and weaving through people, Pavement Cyclist tearing about! 
One more ignorant Nottinghammian Pavement Cyclist passed me by as I neared the Council House again, on my way around. I could have taken so may more cyclist shots, but there were too many to keep up with! 
I spotted a rare, few and far between, seldom located in real life, infrequently sighted, unfamiliar, thin on the ground, unexpected, eye-opening and momentously-surprising site! A Police Officer on foot, in Nottingham! It didn’t bother him that the do-do of a Pavement Cyclist nearly ran into him. For he was walking with 
gusto, to someone who had collapsed on Long Row. 
ambulance. I hope he or she will be okay. 
Moss, soon caught up with the time-table. 
I thanked Deana and got myself back to Woodthorpe Court. A mess in the lift foyer area.
The rain was stopping outside again. 
Made the nosh, and ate it, fighting off the desire and need for a kip! 
I went on the WordPress Reader, then off to the Throne, 
been, overnight? I did note the almost light blue whatever it is above the right knee. No pain from it, even when I pressed it. I’d like to learn how and or why, and what these short-lived blotches are a sign of. I think that Consultant Stroke Physician Dr Senthhil K Raghunathan may have found the cause in his latest examination report. He mentioned Clopidogrel, causing a rash all over the legs! I must look that up later. All I need to do is remember to do it! Tsk!
Then I moved on to updating the Saturday post. A bit of 
To the kitchen and prepped Josie’s meal. Mashed the spud with cheese, butter, vinegar, salt and a drop of soy sauce. Sugar-snap peas, beetroot, mushrooms, tomatoes, an apple and gherkins. Limoncello dessert on the tray. Mixed the tuna with some mayonnaise, and added the potatoes. 
I sat down to watch something on TV and nodded off! Woke with a jolt, hastily got the scarily ever-growing again body from the recliner, and made use of the bucket, for a wee-wee, of the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) style.
I decided to have rice again for today’s nosh and checked the cupboard for available flavourings. In went: mushrooms, soy sauce, BBQ sauce, basil, BBQ oil, tomatoes and oregano in the saucepan, and warmed it up to boiling. Then added the rice, and franks, continuing to stir the mixture non-stop as it cooked. I felt sure as the wonderful aroma of all the spices and herbs drifted up my nostrils, 
My allotriophagy with the seasonings, proved for once to be spot on, and to my odd tastebud’s delight, and got a Flavour-rating of 9.4/10 from me! 
I nodded off within minutes of resettling in the £300 second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner. 
I took the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) to the wet room for emptying and cleaning. Half-way through, the sudden urgent need to use the Porcelain Throne got me in a bit of a poorly-timed and messy pickle. I grabbed the stick to turn and deposit my more than adequately proportioned body on the Throne… Dropped the walkingstick, then the bucket onto the floor… Then I stubbed my toe on the sock-glide, and somehow I got to the WC seat on time! It was all over in seconds, and needed a good cleaning up after! The Porcelain and I were cleaned-up. Next, the walking stick, sock-glide, and GPEB had to be retrieved. And, just as I bent down to pick up the cane, the peripheral neuralgia ridden right leg, launched into one of its imitations of a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine! I dropped the walking stick, which the curved handle bit landed straight dead on the stubbed toe, and I wanted to cry! Hahaha! 
Within about half-an-hour of being sat down, the annoying howling buzzing noise all over became louder. Then, as I stood up for a break fro making the cock-ups, and to go and make another cuppa, the RAI Rheumatoid Arthur Itis knees enjoyed giving me a lot of agonies, pain, and annoyance! They kept in this mode all day! Grumph, Oy Yey, and Grobbleackersticks! I had to use the bucket yet again, this time for an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee.
The weariness dawned suddenly. So, I got the nosh sorted out. An easy to prepare one tonight. BBQ seasoned rice and ready-to-eat-frankfurters added to the pan, a few tomatoes, with two little wholemeal cobs and a fresh orange drink. I did burn the rice a tad, but this was good, I like it this way. Tastier, palatable, and more scrumptious! Taste: 9/10!
I was so tired, I did not wash the pots, but I did put them in the bowl to soak overnight.
I went on Google to check out the weather forecast for Sunday. Ah, rain! A pity that, cause I was hoping to get out a bit and take some photos in Woodthorpe Grange Park. But with the threat of precipitationalisationing, I’d better not go out.
01:10hrs: I needed a wee-wee on waking up, after a night of not-a-lot of kipping. Mainly down to the Colin Cramps agony, and the repeated needs of the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) throughout the flaming night! The Cramps were the worsed I have ever experienced. Fingers, feet, knees and legs, hands, etc. were all affected, and nastily! I missed taking the Magnesium tablet last night, that might have been the reason for Colin Cramps visitations? As for the wee-weeing, that continued for hours, repeatedly. Everyone was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. I’ve probably got an infection again. Back to the diary proper after that little moan. Sorry. 
So, on the bright side, it was empty when I lost it, and somehow it didn’t get broken or even chipped as it bounced off the plastic tray and landed, almost gently, in the bin! 
Got things ready, and out and down the lift and walked through the link passages to Winthorpe Court.
Heights tenants were there too! I enjoyed listening to their insults, put-downs, moans, laughs and general gossiping. Hehe! 
bus stops or so later, at the Sherwood Rise – Woodborough Road junction. 
I later found this 1929 photo of the Grand Opening event for the original building, The Majestic Cinema!
As I got onto level ground, I began to sing to myself, the mind went into Inductive-Reasoning mode for a while, as I pondered, but not for long, on the Brexit situation. Then, the mind reverted to its usual sort of blankness and state of voidness. 
Buy no bother to me, I was in no rush. 
Then got the black bags sorted out, and along with the box of recyclables, I departed the flat. Took three bags and deposited them down the waste chute, then down in the lift with the box. 
Then prepared the Dagwood sandwich based, nosh. Which got a flavour-rating of 6.5/10. I could not eat it all, a lot went into the bin, but I enjoyed what I did eat. I wasn’t too struck on the mini BBQ flavoured pork pies, but they are okayish.
Like an automaton, I limped into the kitchen and moved the handwashing on the airer. 
The shaving went well enough, as did the teggie cleaning. The shower was trouble-free, and only one dropsie, the soap.
Oh, by the way, the shaving produced nil, nolla, zéro, null, nulo, no cuts! Head Swaggers from side-to-side, and a nonchalant semi-smile spreads over the face! Haha!
All presentable-ish looking, I got the nibbles and called at Josie’s door. All of three paces from mine. 
I managed to burn a finger as I banally wiped up the water with a kitchen towel. And then cut it in the same place as I cleaned the edge of the saucepan! (What a putz! Oy gevalt!). I cleaned up the mess and waited until the ring had cooled and left it on a low setting. 
Great service! 
13:20 hrs. Jenny booked it for me. I went down to Jenny and Franks flat, to ask if she could schedule it earlier for me, please. I do feel a pest to keep bothering Jenny.
I got the handwashing done and changed into my nightwear. 
At some time or other, I remember not when I must have taken this shakey photograph. After seeing it on the SD card, memories flooded back. I was having the worst of the spells, and the toes and foot were in agony! But why I took it I don’t know. 
Followed by the call to the Porcelain Throne! Resulting in my confirmation of Trotsky Terence’s return! So, from agonistic blockage mode, to almost liquid, overnight! Uncomfortable and lots of cleaning up needed! Tsk! 
The Morrison order arrived. Pleasant delivery man. I got the bags into the kitchen, ready for sorting out. I’d ordered some bits prepared for Christmas pressies. Yes, I’m hoping to last long enough for the festive season. Next year I might not be so confident. Hehe!
I got the fridge stuff away first. 
up and about when I go out at 09:00hrs, or thereabouts. 
The Bestwood bound bus arrived and all the clan, bar Mary and me, got off in Sherwood. I handed Mary her cream cake and nibbles. We were soon in Arnold and dropped off at the Asda store on Front Street. 
Back at the flats, I got off last as is usual for me, and had a quick few words of greetings with some of the clan getting onto the bus. 
thought I’d take another on as I chased after the gal. I think it came out alright. I like her trolley! 
I got in the flat and put the nosh away.
I got the potato out of the slow cooker and mashed it all up with some Leicester cheese, butter and a little salt. 
aid in the drying process. I got settled to eat the nosh, and it was grand, most of it tasted lovely. Sugar snap peas, sliced boiled eggs, tomatoes, Cox’s apple, beetroot, and the beef offcuts. The beef was the only thing that was not very good at all. It tasted like plastic. So, only a 6.5/10 for taste. 
02:05hrs: I stirred into ersatz existence, with fears, worries, and concerns filling the brain. I really didn’t feel up to taking part in the After Stroke physio session, nor did I look forward to the early morning trip to get there. This despite a decent five-hours kip! My E.Q. knew something as going to go wrong! 
Almost in a morbid mood, I extracted the blubbering body from the £300 recliner, got my balance and the stick, and set off for the emergency grey plastic wee-wee bucket I’d left in the kitchen. Giving myself a very pretty looking middle-toe-stubbing that came up all red/brown in an instant! I may have silently released a few naughty words. This is not going to help me enjoy the exercise class at all! Grumph!
and the session was messy, I think that Trotsky Terence is back again! Little Inchies Lesion was bleeding badly. Stubbed the same middle-toe again, against the damned fear-installing sock-glide! I didn’t get to upset, for the warning from the E.Q. meant my acceptance was more comfortable to show. At least the legs looked a little better… with the bamboo socks on. Hahaha!
I’ll try for the 07:06 bus, then I can call at Tesco to get some Puff Pastry Fingers and find out what time the Bargain shop opens to get some of the gloriously-tasty Ventagliette biscuits, all planning you know. Hehehe!
and feeling perky, in spite of the dull weather and Mr Fries best efforts to depress me! 
My jars were the only non-alcoholic ones in the bin. Gawd, I’m jealous! Humph! I walked gingerly along Chestnut Way, avoiding the lake of rain and leaves. The drizzling rain was not heavy, there was little wind, and it was not cold with it at all, 
just wet. He-he! 
I pressed on down the hill to the bus stop. I turned and took this photograph. It turned out a decent one, I think, caught the atmosphere if that’s the right word.
I made my way to the Tesco in Victoria Centre (Mall) and bought a few bits. I later found that the Seaweed Snack was so different from the ones I usually get. They were sweet and sickly tasting! Eurgh! On the plus side, the only Hi-Temp crispies they had on sale, were the ‘Hot’ ones, but I bought one to try it out. And that was superb! 
I paid and departed through the Milton Street entrance. The rain was slightly more torrential than earlier on, I found some partial cover, and took this shot of the new McDonald’s, with a few customers in, at around 08:10hrs. 
The rain eased off a bit as I made my way to the Poundstretcher Store, in search of some nibbles for the After-Stroke Team and patients, and some more Ventagliette biscuits, to replace the one I was about to donate at the physio session. 
As I approached the Poundstretcher door, there was the chap who I saw in Tesco, begging. And he was enjoying a roaring trade, I’ve never anyone being given so many donations in the few minutes I stood to watch, in my life. It made me think for a second… It’s better than working, no job hunting, and if this is anything to go by, a good income, tax-free, too! But, of course, I shouldn’t say things without knowing about the circumstances of the chap. Sound business mind, all three folks in this picture, gave him cash. Jealousy! Haha! 
Then made my way to the St. Andrews with Castlegate Church hall, for the Physio session, 
Then, passing the Trent University main building en route. There seemed to be hundreds of more students about this morning, all seemingly late as they were rushing about almost bumping into each other as they were on their mobile phones. Hehe! 
All through the session, I noticed the extraordinarily large and frequent movements from the students, so did the patient physio nurse, Charlene. She’d worked out that they kept moving from one building to another, about every 40-minutes! And some of them were not on their mobiles! Mind you, it was raining. I took this photo on the left, through the window of them. We never did find out what was going on, someone mentioned a change of semester. I’ll have to look that one up, it probably means term? I’ll see if I remember to find out later.
The end-timing was unfortunate in a way. It left me with 55 minutes to wait for the next L9 bus home. So I meandered down into town, foolishly to call at the Poundland shop, again! 
I walked to Upper Parliament Street, crossed over and down Market Street. Where I took the chance to take this shot that I thought was interesting and different. It shows the street cleaners working away on the pavement, and an even more dangerous Motorbility (Not Disabled!) scooter, scooting down the hill. I’ve seen this gentleman before a few times, and his driving is a threat to humankind! Straight ahead and ‘Sod-anyone-in-the-way, style. I was glad to be on the other side of Market Street! The couple in front of him had to move a bit swiftly!
I was in no rush, though, plenty of time to catch the bus. I had a dodder around and through the slab square. Perhaps it was the rain, but everyone I passed had a look on their faces that revealed, sullenness, grief, rejection, and disconsolateness. Even the youngsters. Ah, worrying over Brexit perhaps? 
I hobbled, shaking off the rain, and in through the Winwood Court lobby, and down to the Woodthorpe lift lobby. Up in the elevator, and into my apartment, and emptied the bags out. The oven gloves looked a bargain. 
Noticing, the state of the room as I waddled off. Empty spring water bottles and nocturnal nibbling indicators (crumbs, empty foody containers with lids off… 
Into the kitchen, and realised I had not done the handwashing last night. Naughty! Schlimazel! Double-bubble-trouble to sort out tonight then! Humph! Took the medications, and made a brew, of Extra-Strong English Breakfast tea. I was amazed at how strong this came out, it is not usually this strength, but I liked it. Then, when adding the milk, I found that I had put two teabags in the little mug! Haha!
I re-entered the flats and walked along the link-passage to Winwood Court.
And hobbled along into Victoria Centre (Mall), and to the Tesco Store. I came out with some Piccalo tomatoes, baby chestnut mushrooms and the last two packets on their shelves, of my beloved crispy seaweed snacks.
Then out into the even sunnier than it was earlier, Milton Street. Not a hot sun, mind.
I still wasn’t feeling fully in control, a smidge of vagueness remained, and the fatigue was coming over me earlier the never today?
I put the unneeded foods away and got the handwashing done, before I fell asleep, for I felt I would do, as soon as I sat down.