He’d only have called for a referendum!
Friday 14th February 2020
Georgian: პარასკევი, 2020 წლის 14 თებერვალი
02:05hrs: I stirred, glad to be free of the nightmare I was having, it was all ackamarackus. For a few moments, the brains thoughts were fissiparous, and it took a while to gather them into a semi-coherent order. There was no thought-storm as such, just that I had difficulty in controlling the little wandering demurral blighters.
The need for a wee-wee emerged. I removed my morbidly-obese, flabby bellied body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, with ease. Other than Arthur Itis’s knees complaining. Wandered precariously without the walking stick for two paces, wobbled, back to pick up the walking stick, and off to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). For a sadly ineffective and hurtful WUPT (Weak-Unwilling-Painful-Trickling) style evacuation. That tended to, I took the bucket to be cleaned, and hands washed.
Got the kettle on, (I very nearly had an Accifauxpas when the neurotransmitters failed while I was filling the pot), took the medications and made a brew. The knees were most bothersome this morning, so I nipped to the wet room and gave them a good massaging with the Phorpain Gel.
A close inspection of the pins (legs), surprisingly revealed that they, (apart from the paleness and worryingly anaemic appearance) were looking far better than they have for ages. They had both gone thin again?
I was miffed with myself when I realised that I had done a stupid thing! Even after so many warnings from the clinic staff, I had fallen asleep with the Bamboo diabetic socks on! A definite No-No that! Humph! What an imbecile, nebekh, and dunderhead! No wonder I was in such pain. Grumph! I still can’t understand why leaving them on overnight bothers the knees so much? They did explain ut to me, but things that happened in the stroke ward, are getting blurred now.
Ah, well, am I ever going to get owt right again?
After a smidge of verbal self-flagellation, and adopting a Shame & Disgust mode, I got the computer on. But concentration was hard to find. Mind you, Saccades Sandra was in an excellent mood with me so far, no vision warping or loss whatsoever! (Huh, typing this, and she kicked-off again! Am I naturally lucky or what?
I got a graphic made for today.s diary. Then, I did some TFZer Facebooking, then onto the WordPress Reader. Finally, I got on with this blog.
Again, like yesterday, it dawned on me that I hadn’t updated the day before’s post yet! So, I got on with it. I took a shot of the morning sky first.
The updating finished, some stuff sent to Pinterest, then I started on this blog again. After an hour or so, I had to stop.
Ablutions to do, so off I trotted off to the wet room.
Multiple 
The story of this session really deserves a blog of its own! After the showering, even I found it hard to believe the things that had all gone awry!
Not necessarily in order, but as best I can recall:
- Got in the wet room, took off the dressing gown, and cleared the standing floor cabinet of every single item, no, I tell a lie, everything bar the crossword book and pen, onto the floor! Cleaning-Up-Session!
- Cleaning teeth, the brush snapped in two, gums bleeding and I have had toothache ever since! Medicating-Session!
- Shaving, I avoided any cuts whatsoever! But had about ten dropsies. Resulting in one of the new razors breaking as it slipped-out of my dodgy fingers, hit my little toe, bounced off and smashed against the porcelain sink pedestal! Moment of-Frustration- Session
- I then moved the chair and sock-glide out of the way, and stubbed my middle right toe in doing so, against the metal chair leg! Well-Chosen-Curse -Word-Session!
- I had a cracking visit from Dizzy Dennis. I was incapacitated for a minute or two, had I got my alarm wristlet on, I would have pressed it! Like turning on a light switch, Dennis had gone, and I was so glad the wristlet was on the tray to keep it dry. Phew! Close call that one!
- I let the carbolic soak go through my fingers again – Guess where it landed? Go on, have a guesstimate! No need, it landed on my right middle toe! With this current run of unfortunate events, should I risk going out to get the long-picker-upperer? I decided I will anyway, a long picker can come in so handy! Although the short one Jenny gave me is a life-saver!
- Getting the medicationalisationing done after the shower, I picked up the Care Haemorrhoid cream and the cap shot-off of the tube! I then had a cleaning-up session again, to get the cream off of the floor, and my stomach and legs!
- Arthur Itis did not like all this bending as I did my best to put some Savlon on the toe.
- The final Whoopsie of this session, was as I was putting the towel back on the stand-up airer, it slipped off of it straight away. But somehow or other I managed to turn back take a pace, and caught it before it fell on the floor… no smugness though, I cracked my left knee on the edge of the doorframe! At least it was easy enough to get to for putting some Phorpain gel on it! Frogglemoths!
Well, I was in a right foul mood now! But I soon cheered up after realising that the nerves on the right side of my body, (Those I have Christened, as, Neurotransmitter-Nicodemus), were not getting messages through to the brain, so I had virtually no pain! Hahaha! Of course, when they come back on-line, so’s to speak, I’ll know about it.
I merrily got the handwashing done, wrung and hung to dry. Then made up some bags for the waste bin, and put the cleaned empty jars in a bag, to take with me on the way out.
I took three photos of the reddish morning sky. You know they say about a red sky in the morning. Storm Dennis? Haha!
I faffled about, my OCD Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is not getting any better! Eventually, I set off. As I opened the flat door, a voice, that sounded like it really meant to say “Christ! another one wants to come out!” Muttered, “Are you coming out?” ‘Yes!’ I replied. It was the Fire Sprinkler fitters. Obviously, Josie and Malcolm must have already gone out. Grumpily, they had to get down off of their ladders to tackle out of the way for me to get through to the lift lobby. I didn’t improve things by telling them that the 0930hrs bus is the most popular with us tenants! No, response! Hahaha! But, they are a grand bunch of lads. One took the bags off of me and put them down the chute for me.
Down in the lift, Welsh (The Put-Downer) William got in the elevator on the way down. He also went to the bins. And had to point out that the glass now goes into the big skip with the other bags. Pointing out the new signs on the side of the refuse to me. I did feel a fool having not noticed them before!
To keep out of the wind, I went back inside and walked along the link passage.
I called into the ILC’s Holding Cell and Interrogation Office, dropped off the weekend treats. Through the Social area and in the link-route to Winchester Court. I spotted this through the window, and thought of a funny! I thought, ah, they are growing Tubers? Hahaha! Well, I thought it was hilarious! All around the site, a lot of the delicate flowers and plants have been destroyed by last weekend’s Storm, Ciara. Which reminded me, there is a new Storm Dennis yellow warning going about now.
I got into the lobby and sat down to read the Nottingham City Homes monthly magazine while I waited for the bus to arrive. I went out to the bus shelter. Arthur Itis was not pleased with having to get up again. Hehe!
I got the bus next to last, allowed to by 
Malcolm. Most folks got off in Sherwood, I stayed on until Daybrook, where Malcolm also got off. We both went to the Sainsbury’s store. He left for dead as he shot off. Well, he’s younger, fitter, more prosperous, more intelligent and better looking than wot I am. Gawd, I hate him! Not really, only joking.
The Sainsbury experience had its moment too! I struggled a bit with their high shelves. But got some of the beautiful tasting black tomatoes with some other stuff. Storm Dennis is not going to make me starve!
At the checkout, it was rather busy, as I was moving along with my purchases on the belt, a bloke behind shoulder-charged me to get to grab the next customer sign. At first, I turned, stared him in the face, and asked him if I was in his way! But got no reply, just a vague not interested stare! I soon calmed down when I realised he was about my age and I understood that perhaps he lost his own balance in overreaching? He might be as senile as I am? Or as deaf as me? Or, even was not even aware that he had banged into me? Phwert! I paid for my things, instant mash, chestnuts, BBQ sauce, Hoisin sauce, cheapo tinned potatoes, lemon curd yoghourts, bavarian sliced ham, lemon yoghourts, the Ledicia tomatoes, sliced fresh mushrooms and some vine tomatoes. £14.65 spent
I checked the time as I left. I’d just missed the L9 bus. So I hobbled into Arnold, intent on checking if Iceland had any tins of potatoes back in stock. (Although I had just bought some from Sansbury’s, I expected Iceland would not have any – I was wrong!), then call at the Mobility Store to see if they had got any of the extended foldable picker-uppers in stock yet. I thought I might call in a shop on Front Street, to see if he had any dark brown throws in, however. All planned out, it shook me as well. Har-har!
I got in the Arnold proper and called first at the haberdashery shop. But he had no brown throws available but said he will have next week. (As the disabled-shop told me two weeks ago about the picker-uppers, but they didn’t).
I plodded on towards Iceland. I spotted these ‘Yankee Candles’ in a shop window. I put the photo on here, to show my beloved Troll Free Zone cyber friends, and hope they can tell me about them.
I got to the Iceland store, and it was mayhem in there! I thought about not bothering to go in but carried on wearily. I selected wholemeal sliced rolls, yoghourt and chocolate-covered peanuts, and pork & pickle mini-pork-pies. Blow me down; they had some of the wonderful Batchelor’s canned potatoes in stock, not many left mind you. For they are popular 
while on special offer. I bought six cans, aware that getting home safely carrying them may prove fatal. Hahaha!
The lady ahead of me in the queue spent £264 on her shopping! Blimey! I was in no rush, but those around me and in the waiting line were, though! A fourth till was opened to the left of this one. But by the time I’d positioned myself and convinced Arthur Itis to let me move, no less than four people, all blokes incidentally, had pushed by me and got served! The lady in the photo expressed her disgust at this to the woman on our checkout! Bless her cotton socks! I did not have a very good shopping trip, was I? I got to be served, the lady on the till was charming with me. I paid up my £7.19 and got outside to toy with the two shopping bags and trolley holder, to make them as easily distributed as I could, for an 
optimum balancing act, so I could get them home.
I was almost excited at the thought of getting the fold-up picker-upperer from the mobility shop. I hastened carefully over the road and down to the store, to find they still didn’t have any in stock.
This has been the most hapless, grimmest, lamentable, infelicitous and disheartening shopping trip I’ve had for a long time! But there were few welcome highlights mixed in, and from kind tellurians as well! So many stores have run out of stock! Brexit to blame, already?
I made my way with some haste, such as was available with the over-burdened trolley full and bags hanging on the handles of the three-wheeler. Which wasn’t too keen on going up or downhill, without wanting to topple over!
The bus arrived, and I had a chinwag with some unknown folks, a laugh, and we considered what to expect from Storm Dennis. That’s a thing, I thought they named the storms with female names only?
The bus driver got a move on and my staying in the side-saddle seat, and keeping the trolley from rolling away, was a work of art, en route.
Back home at last! I got off of the bus after the others, only two of them this time. No one to chase after for a chinwag. I turned back and took a picture of the L9 at the stop. The cars parked all around half on the pavement. But this problem will not go away until the poor devils get more parking spaces, but there is no room to put any? One day someone will get their vehicle hit by a bus, fire-engine or another car. Maybe someone will get knocked 
over because of having to go in the roadway to get around the vehicles with the trolleys, disable scooter or shopping trolley. It’s a problem!
As I ambled along, it was sad to see the plants outside Winwood Court, already destroyed by Storm Ciara, and now having to face Storm 
Dennis tomorrow!
I entered Winwood Court and walked through the link passage back to my beloved Woodthorpe Court, with its illusions, delusions, hallucinations, Three years of upgradings, infestations, Fire Sprinkler works, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and manic machinations that thrive here freely, and are so bountiful. Haha!
The lads who had been working on the 12th-floor lobby were either on their lunch break or on strike! Hehehe!
I had a tussle to get the overfilled unbalance trolley-guide through both doors but got myself into the flat eventually. Tsk!
I was so glad to get back, it’s been a frustrating trip out. I found myself singing when I got inside?
I got the shopping put away, and got the kettle on, made a brew of Thompson Pujana tea, and got on with updating this blog. By the time I’d 
finished it, I was all-in! Weary, and ready for something to eat. So, I was going to get the meal sorted out.
Aha, a parcel arrived. This was a present from Tim Price in New Mexico, my cyber-buddy. It cost him a fortune to make and send. I will email him later in the morning, with thanks!
Absolutely over the moon with it! Tim is a Genius! For sure as apples are apples when I was taking out of the package, Neurotransmitters-Nicodemus failed on me, and it slid out of my hand. I was devastated at first, thinking I’d broken it, and could have died! But my cyber-mate had made sure it was unbreakable, and in a perfect frame for me! Phew! He spent a fortune on it, and took all that bother and further cost and time of getting it to me, all that way from America! Thanks, Tim, it’s perfect!
A reet-feast was made. Smoked Haddock, whiting in batter, cheap new canned potatoes, garden peas, tomatoes, a Marmite and Baby-Bell cheese disc. Wholemeal bread flaps. And fresh orange juice and Lemon Curd yoghourt to follow. I ate it all up, thought it worth a taste-rating of 7/10.
Off to wash the pots, thought about doing the handwashing, but chicken-out. Took a photo of the sky.
Then settled in the £300, second-hand, c1968, recliner. Put the TV on, and saw that a film was on Channel 81, a 1964 comedy. With Harry H. Corbett, Hugh Griffith & Ronnie Barker. But it was late, but I tried to stay awake to watch it. Failing miserably to do so, and missing the last half-hour or so.
But, I slept for around six-hours! That was good for me!
00:40hrs: I was dreaming about something or other, not the foggiest what it was: and in the world of fantasy, I realised I had to wake up for a wee-wee. A sort of twilight world for a few seconds, I was dreaming, but aware that it had to stop and I’d have to get up for a wee-wee? Which I did, much to the displeasure of Anne Gyna and in particular, Arthur Itis. 
d wobbled-limpingly to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). I really was caught out with the ferocity of the action! But it
Then, in an instant, I needed to go to the Porcelain Throne, and only made it to the wet room with seconds to spare! Phew! What a messy affair it was! Lots of cleaning up to do afterwards, Phwert! 
Normal-kneed persons: They miss the pleasure of diurnal searching for changes. The unpredictable Clopidogrel lumps, blisters, thrombophlebitis. The blood-papsules, weals, scars, bulges, spots, bruises, welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples, maculations, and assorted findings. Not to mention the artistic 
I got on the computer, and did a graphic, and started on this blog, getting up to here, and it dawned on me; “You #@‡⊗%, Klutz! You’ve not finished yesterdays post off yet!” 
my socks on by then. I put the socks and towel on the flat airer to try and dry them off over the day. I dried myself again, on the other sheet, put some other socks on, wiped the shower chair and almost cried! 
I assumed this on the left, is the new fire alarm on the ceiling, no wires attached yet, but perhaps they are above the new false roof they had been 
Where I fear I discovered I had made a cock-up with the timing! The receptionist frowned, and asked me what time my appointment was for? I replied full of confidence, “Ten o’clock!” As she perused her listing, it all came back to me! It should have been 08:30hrs! How the hell I got this wrong is beyond even me! The receptionist rang the podiatrist to see if she could fit me in. Then directed me to wait in a hidden corner passage chair until they found out if I could be accommodated, or not!
I thanked the receptionist on the way out, and I decided I had been lucky in the way they had treated my obliviating. 
My spirits rose a tad, as made my way to the bus stop, to hibernate away in the flat, and get some blogging and graphics done, or at least try to. 
new Woodthorpe Court tenants were there, no, one of them. She seemed a lively sort of gal. Quick-witted. As I took this snap from the bus stop, I realised that the Booze Shop on the corner of Hall Street had closed down. Another Sherwood shop kicks the bucket. Oh, dear!
Our bus arrived early, and we all climbed on board and were soon back at the flats. I got off last, to avoid catching anyone with my wheels, and Panny and the new gal were shooting off, I tried to catch them, but they were too fast for me. So I shouted out, “Oy! Zola Budds, hang on!” To my utter amazement, they did! But getting between two chatting women is a scary thing! Hahaha! They soon got ahead of me again. But Penny waited and opened the swipe door for me, bless her! ♥ After the other lady got off, Peny spoke to me for the 35 seconds it took to get to my floor. We said our farewells, and I got back to the apartment. 
Made a mug of tea, and took the afternoon medications. Then on the computer to sort the photos and update this blog. It took me a few hours, then I tried to get some graphics done. But the weariness befell on me. 
Washing up, I dropped the mixing bowl, Humph! Clearing the mess up I’d made took a while!
However, despite my hindrances and faffing about, my meatless meal went down a right treat 
I washed the pots, then took a snap of the evening sky. The sun seemed out a little late?
(Tue) 21:50hrs: Earlier in the day, I had a tumble, and got my head down early, hence the odd waking time. I felt much better after four hours uninterrupted kip. I was pleased to remember that I had the Doctors appointment coming up, and decided to go through the notes I had written to remind myself for the visit to see Dr Vindla, in the morning at 10:00hrs. 
Huh! Could I find them? No! I went to search in the three-wheeler guider trolley, in case I’d put the notes in it, so I wouldn’t forget to take them. I got distracted when I found a letter and leaflet from Nottingham City Homes, had been put through the door.
I couldn’t help but see the funny side of one bit of advice. Know your escape routes in case you need them in an emergency – and make sure everyone who lives in your home knows how to escape! (All sensible stuff!) 
In the envelope were a Newsletter and a Notice of ‘Variation of the terms of your tenancy’. I was not up to reading it all, though. Some jiggling and rewording had been done. Sadly, some additions, covering rent payment, Knives and weapons, electrical supply meddling, door closers, gas canisters, failure to allow access to contractors, safety checks. For sprinklers, alarms, carbon monoxide checks, and Do not block any ventilation or extraction fittings. The Nottinghamian tenants sound a dangerous bunch, Haha! 
Put the handwashing to soak in the bowl for after the shower and shave. 
I hobbled up the hill and down into Carrington. The famously snarled up traffic was going on later than usual? 
young ignorant son of moron came so close to hitting me from behind as he belted by me! Still, it didn’t bother me… much! 
Unfortunately, as is usual when I start to get confidence or contented, something puts me back. In this case, I wobbled a bit going out of the car park and clouted my already Rheumatoid Arthur Itis suffering right knee against the brick wall, as I stopped myself 
going over. But hey, I wasn’t too bothered, its only pain! Hahaha! My gay-abandonment was only dented temporarily! I turned left, and, more limpingly than normal, made my way to the 
Lidl store down the road. 
close call with a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist! 
I went up in the next free list with Betty. We enjoyed a natter, mind. 
overshopping, I thought.
Then sorted the nosh. Bit of a feast, but I made too much of it for the stomach to cope with. (Again!) The waste bin took care of the uneaten stuff. Regarding the potato and cheese croquettes from Iceland, don’t bother trying them, folks! 
I did the washing up and took a snap from the unwanted, light & view-blocking, photography hatingly designed with wide sticking out ledges so one cannot see below, thick-framed new kitchen windows. I 
00:05hrs: I woke, with a picture of phlebotomy Nurse Christina in my mind. She is due to call today, I think, I’ll have to check later. No demands for any bodily releases? I was moving freer this morning, I was out of the £300, second-hand, unpleasantly, grubby beige-coloured recliner, up on pegs, stick in hand, and moving to the kitchen, within three or four minutes. Smarmy-Swank-Mode engaged! 
Back to the kitchen, made the tea, and took the ever-dwindling supply of medications. I must ask the Nurse to ring the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, for me. To find out if the prescriptions (that are late again this month) are coming. Or, do I have to go to Carrington to collect them. This thought made me check on what time Christina is coming. I went to check the diary. Oh, Grumpworthiness! She is not coming this week, it’s next Tuesday! Grrr! 
The moo0nb was lingering on well this morning, I thought. So, I took some photographs from the heart-rendering hated kitchen window. Two of them have the low, late moon on view.
I came out of the wet room, all refreshed and feeling betterer in temperament than I did earlier. So, 
a brew. Why I even remembered to pick up the paper when the tiles had dried. Oh, Yes! Smug-Mode-Assumed!
Off to the wet room again. When I got in, the heat hit me, and the thought of ‘What the ‘eck are you doing, Inchcock? This flaming convector heater in the wet room is costing a fortune, and here you are drying your thin dressing gown with it! So, I moved it onto the flat airer, and put the t-shirt in the airing cupboard! A rare moment of logicalness there!
Back to the wet room, to check for any bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion. All was clear, I also inspected Harold’s Haemorrhoids. No leaking there either. The warm wet feeling baffled me? While there, I had a decker at the pins (legs). Amazing! They were still pale, a few more lumps courtesy of Clopidogrel, but the surprising thing was, the blood papules had all but gone, and they only appeared yesterday! I think? 
Had a Dizzy, tumbled, cracked head, not good. Must get rest, made Dagwood type sarnies, sat down and ate them. Must feel alright for visiting the Doctor in the morning. 
Put the things in the bowl to soak, and took a snap of the impressive clouds. 
Took the medications, getting desperately low on them now. Due to the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA failing to deliver any prescriptions. Again! 
I got the kettle on and took a photo of the outside view. 
I paid up and somehow got the two big bags, onto handlebars, of the basket and bag filled three-wheeler, and outside so I could do some rearranging to make it easier for me to hobble with the now very heavy and unruly three-wheeler guide. Still, I’ve avoided having a food delivery this week! Never again! Morrisons food delivering again next week!
The wind was terrible again when I alighted the L9. Brrr! Blowing up something, rain most likely, although snow has been forecast? 
Court? 
As I plodded through the Winwood Social Area, there were no tellurians in sight anywhere. So I took a snap of one if the Winwood Court Dulux Dogs. Hehehe! 
The nosh was sorted out, and a grand tasty treat it was! 
When I opened the kitchen window to take the shots from there, the blasted window was caught by the powerful winds… onto the back of my head! Inchyangulations! Now, my mood, so fluctuational during this Monday, changed once again. The good old Pissed-offedness returned! To make it worse, I could not get back to sleep!
01:10hrs: I can’t claim to have woken up this morning cause all I did was repeatedly have a couple of minutes nod-off, woke, mused, and did it again, and again, and aga…, well, you get the picture. Another almost sleepless night! Thus, I am not up to much this morning. Not that I am on many mornings. Haha! 
As I grabbed the stick and gingerly made my way to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), I knocked some stuff off of the Ottoman. The wee-wee was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) standard. But a warm feeling of appreciation for and off Jenny’s perfect saving gift of the picker-upperer blossomed, and after the leak, retrieving the fallen things was easy-peasy! 
Come think of it, I’ll just check to see how many blisters of tablets are left to use. Back in a bit. 
Then as I was coming back to reality, that’s not the word, but still, the howling winds of the start of storm Ciara reached us, there was an unbelievably loud gale, I thought I’d take a photo, not that you can picture wind, but still, I snapped a shot in Night Landscape mode. It was as if the funny turn had not happened, I felt placidly chirpy in myself! I did struggle when I opened the window, though, took all my limited strength to stop the thing rattling against the inner recess wall.
I made up and took the five black bags to the rubbish chute. 
back after I’ve delivered Josie’s nosh. I made battered cod, mushrooms, garden peas, tomatoes, Marmite and a Babybell mini cheese, the Coronation Mayonaisse Tuna, and some cheesy-buttery potato mash, I know she likes that the way I do it. Cause she told me so. Haha! 
I got the beef cooking in the proper pan this time. Fed-up? Me? I was so tired now, I thought I may have difficulty in keeping awake to eat the ‘feast on a tray!
But hey, how could I take umbrage at this, when I’m not exactly a good rememberer myself, and get just as confused as Josie does? No problem! I was a little irked at being woken up again, mind, but it can’t be helped with us old folk and our mutual forgetfulness, and obliviousness moments. 
This was one of the more painful varieties of evacuation. Auto-starting and the movement flowed, well crept so slowly and hurtfully, but there was no forcing or stopping it! One had to just sit there writhing in agony until it was over! And believe me, it felt like hours before it did so! Probably just a couple of minutes, though. I go into detail, as a warning to younger folk, get your Pancreas (the whole system really) checked at the first signs of struggling or blood! I didn’t, so more fool me, too late now! But not for you whippersnappers out there! Please! 
Very messy, I needed a lot of cleaning and medication afterwards, but this is all to be expected nowadays. Off to the kitchen, to get the kettle on, important things first. Haha! 
I stopped to have some brekkers. I considered delving into the giant pot of luxury Sicilian Lemon layered yoghourt. (Rich British Cream and a zesty Sicilian lemon compote!) but I resisted this time. Although
I opted for some Crunchy Nut flakes instead. I enjoyed them immensely, with no guilt showing up whatsoever! Washed the dish and cutlery, and was feeling tired now. But all my concentration would be needed now!
01:50hrs: I stumbled into a sort of imitation life, and waited a few seconds for the brain to catch me up. When it did, the short pleasant moments of vagueness and freedom from fears ended. As the cerebrum galvanised into life, the regular first instructions on waking arrived; “You need the Porcelain Throne, now!” 
The evacuations started then stopped part-way again. I waited for nature and my innards to move things along, cause last time I energetically encouraged activity, the bleeding was terrible. To avoid a repeat, I waited patiently, and in pain, nevertheless, I still fell asleep on the Throne! Harumph! It’s not the first time I’m done it, but I haven’t for a long time now. I even had a dream, that seemed to me so vivid, I got the impression when I woke up, that I’d been dreaming for ages. But the clock told me, I’d only been in the arms of Morpheus for two minutes or so? In the dream, I was in a Courtroom, built from parts of bodies and innards as if I was in a chest or something. I was discussing and arguing with ribs, lungs etc. about why they weren’t sorting out a pact with the Neurotransmitters to get them to work again? 
To find that Jenny stood there with a new picker-upper in hand for me to have! (She had read the blog and the picker-upper fiasco, and there she was helping me out again, Bless her cotton socks!) ♥. We chatted a little, and Jenny gave me good advice on certain things, and off she went. I can’t even remember if I thanked her properly, for the Godsent help, for at the end of the day, this tool became so priceless and pain-saving. (Explained later on). I thought I’d get one of the long reach ones today, from the Disability shop in Arnold, that collapse (they break in half when you fall on them, hehe!) and can be taken with me in the trolley guide when I go shopping. This one was perfect for picking up, as I found out when I tried it on a tablet! Smashing, thanks, Jenny, you truly are a comforting, faith-returning Angel! ♥
Back to the wet room, and finished off, got dressed, and ready with a deal of alacrity, to be in time to catch the bus. I took the bags to the waste chute on the way out. 
The sun was bright, but it was bitterly cold, I was glad when the bus arrived. As I got settled in the side-saddle seat, I noticed how white and pale the hands looked? Either the carbolic soap had increased in strength, or I’d died and nobody told me! Hahaha! 
I looked up and noticed how deep in thought, and Russian-Romanian looking, Mary was. I sneaked this surprisingly decent snap of her. 
Off to the Futltons Food shop. Found another type of Tuna for Josie, and got a bottle of sterilised milk. 
Out in the heatless sunshine onto Front Street and to the bus stop. No signs of Mary? As I stood there waiting, Mary arrived, telling me she was going to Asda 
So, I waited and caught the bus and as it went on its circuitous route, the brain seemed to go into one of its vacuous-moments. I may well have fallen asleep, though. Either way, I was shaken out of it, by the driver papping his horn. 
Back at the flats, I had a job getting up on my feet to get of the bus. (Arthur Itis’s knees) The driver was patient with me. 
but gelid sun seemed to be getting brighter now. I arrived at the Woodthorpe Court entrance and took this shot. I thought at this time, of the fire last night, and the good fortune that it was at nighttime. For sure, the emergency services 
would have difficulty in finding anywhere to park, not that it would have been easy in the day either really. 
I made up some wholemeal rolls, buttered, added cooked slices, and thickly cut black Ibera tomatoes, salted them. Then I added the truffle-chips to the tray. A pot of lemon yoghourt for afters, and got settled in the £300, second-hand recliner to digest the fodder. 
So, no nosh tonight then! I did have some biscuits to nibble, mindful that Duodenal Donald might kick-off as well if I didn’t eat something. I don’t think I could have coped if he’d joined in with the others at the same time. Then I realised I had not taken the medications, so I did! 
Which gave me time to have a mind-wander. But it wasn’t a pleasant experience, all my faults, worries and problems stormed into the brain, rattled about almost mocking me, and then as the evacuation got a bit more movement and agony replaced the pain, the thoughts left me, thank heavens. Hell of struggle, but I rid myself of the products, a little bleeding, but not messy. 
To the computer, and set to updating the Wednesday post. Nicodemus Neurotransmitters were not playing up much at all. That was a pleasant divergence from the norm, which I took advantage of, and had got the whole thing finished of (not many photos) in record time before they kicked off again. Also, I struggled to read my own writing. Fleeting Satisfied Mode! 
The Stand-up Ablutions were tackled:
floor-cupboard. Sigh!
They were all made-up. so that was nice! I put the new frying pan in the trolley-guide bag, I’d decided to give it to the volunteers at the Social Kitchen to use. Got wrapped up warmly, and ventured out. Down in the elevator, through the link-passage, into Winwood Court, I met Angie and Roy at the foyer door, they were buying some stuff early from the bread and veg man, then catching a taxi. 
Then into the big social lounge, where some residents were finishing off their Friday breakfasts. I was in a bit of a rush in case the bus came early, so I went straight to the kitchen opening window, cause they do not like my three-wheeler near the food, a lady came behind me and told me not to stand there, cause she’s trying to serve people! Fair enough, I shoved the brand new pan in her hand and told her “Here, you can have this!” The good feeling of my doing something to help, drained from me. I walked out through the Winwood foyer door and made my way to the bus shelter. 
I caught the bus back, and Bill (William on Sundays) got on further along the route. With us both being hard-of-hearing, the conversation was strained. Haha! 
re I knew it, the time was gone 17:00hrs! 
down next. I turned off the computer, and in a state of ultra-weariness, battled to keep my concentration as I prepared the stew.
I got the pots in the washing-up bowl to soak. Took another shot of the evening sky, and had a wee-wee. Settled in the £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.
Clumber Street, I rested, the knees were stinging and tight,
. 
Long Row, above the Yorkshire bank, 
Long Row businesses, failing so so much now,
Ah, another pavement cyclist, for short, PC, I’ll call them,
A gathering of Nottinghamians resting,
City Centre, Long Row, and, the Slab Square,
Queen Street, I nearly got hit by yet another PC,