Monday 27th March 2017
Italiano: Lunedi 27 Marzo 2017
Up late 0445hrs. Feeling fatigued, enfeebled, wearily tired and with so many ailments and pains, I could hardly believe it myself. Shattered and feeling so depressed.
The memories from the dreams I’d had in my marathon sleep session were not pleasant either. I think I must have had at least 7½ hours kip, a lot for me.
As soon as I moved to get out of the £300 second-hand on-its-last-legs recliner, the innards started rumbling away, and nothing else mattered other than to get to the porcelain throne ASAP!
In my panic to do this, as I stood up I trod on the headphones. The torch and TV remote thingy fell onto the floor, and I stubbed my big toe against the Ottoman footstool, and then again, against the wet-room door as I scrambled in, then hit my already bruised elbow from yesterday’s Accifauxpa on the cabinet as I sat down!
The evacuation was over in seconds, with much blood loss from Haemorrhoid Harold as well. I cleaned everything and myself up, and plonked myself back down on the throne; Feeling right sorry for me! I think all my common ailments were acting up, apart from Arthur Itis wh0 was little bother this morning – the elbow I clouted when I fell backwards over the Ottoman yesterday was stinging a bit too. I took a few second to try and compose myself.
Into the kitchen to make a brew and take the medications. This was when I realised I had not taken last nights doses or had a meal yesterday? No wonder I feel so rotten.
I’d planned to do the laundry this morning, but it was too late to get a machine by now. So I got the computer on and found an email from Sister Jane. She informed me that Arthur had been put to sleep.
Email: “Poor old Arthur is no more, but lovely Vet was so kind. Pete gave him a kiss before he went (not the Vet).
Arf had a lump on his side and had lost a lot of weight and being almost 20, we all decided the inevitable had to be done. They wrapped him in a lovely blanket and Pete dug a grave next to his Mum and Sister in the back garden.
Strange now only 21yr old Fooey Posh Cat and Alberto (about 8yrs).
Sending v.last pic of Arthur on his cushion on the floor as he couldn’t jump up on his fav chair anymore.”
Poor Jane and Pete. I feel so for them. Had a little sob.
By now, I felt horribly down, discouraged and pessimistic about life. The bank problems and the Bully problems joined the health ones in going around and around in my head. I don’t know how long I sat there in a dream world of disturbingly confusing thoughts.
Never felt like this before!
Got a good stab of pain from Duodenal Daniel, into the kitchen to get a healthy swig of the rather ineffective medicine, and saw the street lights going out below.
Somehow, I associated this with my life as it is today? I’m sure at this time I was going to sink even lower in spirits… down to the next level of incapability, a resignation, the need for Nepenthe… Luckily, as I was dropping to this level, things suddenly felt not so bad. I thought of the family members of the victims of the terror atrocities, the children, old and young dying in the bombs… and I felt so ashamed of myself.
I’m not saying there was sudden bright light and I felt elevated or anything like that, just that I stopped feeling sorry for myself, and felt a little guilty for doing so in the first place.
By gum that was an intense few moments of writing from me? Sorry about that.
Got yesterday’s diary completed and started this one off up to here.
Did some blogging followed by Facebooking.
Carried out the ablutionisationing, put some antiseptic cream on my battered elbow and dressed ready to catch the L9 bus into town to look at the cameras on offer at Jessops Camera Store.
Took the rubbish bags, four of them today, cause yesterday I wasn’t up to bothering. (Shame indeed!). To the refuse chute on the way down to the foyer.
Hat a gossip with some residents also waiting to go out for the bus of their choice.
The Newcastle Lady from the 14th floor told us that the L8 bus is stopping the service next or this week !?!?! We don’t know it this is for the period of the updating the flats (Mind you, that is going to take a minimum of two years and six months!) Or if it is being deleted permanently? Not good news that!
Got into town and walked straight to the Jessop Camera store on Clumber Street.
Where I succumbed to the selling skills of an annoyingly young fit looking assistant with hair. Haha!
Ended up by buying a Nikon Coolpix B700 – ANIKOCMO 85282559 camera.
Well, that’s what the receipt says anyway.
I tried to remember the tips kindly given me by Timothy Price, an expert on these things. Being reduced on special offer might have tainted my choice, but the main thing was, the bloke said this one had the highest zoom at X60. I think he said it was a ‘Bridge Camera’, not aware of what this means; I’ll try to remember to look it up later.
I tried to remember the tips kindly given me by Timothy Price, an expert on these things. And, I think I understood some of the things he said, thanks to the advice and tips given me by Tim. Thanks, to Timothy Price.
Being reduced on special offer might have tainted my choice, but the main thing was, the bloke said this one had the highest zoom at X60.
I plodded down to and through the Slab Square to the M & S store and up to the Gentlemen’s outfitting department.
Where I bought some braces and a pair of comfortable looking cotton jammies.
Down the escalator’s, I went into the food section in the basement. Coming out with some Lamb Stew meals and a small loaf of batch bread.
Leaving the store, I gave a Big Issue Seller a bit of cash. Oh, the look on her poor face as she was totally being ignored, got to me.
I decided to go to the Primark store to see if they had any cheaper braces in stock so as to treat myself to another pair. They did not have any in. So I checked the timing for the bus and decided I had time to go to Victoria Centre and get some nuts and have a look around the market.
Leaving Primark, I came across another Big Issue Seller; he was so obviously trying to look cheerful I gave him a bit of cash too. If I saw any more of these poor soles, I’d have to avoid them, or I’d go broke. Haha!
To Upper Parliament Street and over the walkway into the place. Got some nuts and a pair of trousers cause they were 27″ leg, and I don’t often see them this size, just my barrow too!
Left by the same route. The canned tinny music as normal, the leaking roof with buckets and a warning sign near them at the end of the passageway, the flakes of cheap paint dropping down looking like small leaves.
Had a hobble around with the now cumbersome and full bags hindering my progress. I know, it’s my fault! Huh!
I timed it well as it happened, arriving at the bus stop and taking this photograph at midday.
The L9 was due at five past the hour.
I enjoyed a little chinwag with a lady at the bus stop.
Getting on the bus, the heavier of the two bags slipped but being the fit quick wizard that I am; I caught it before it fell onto the floor… clouting my damaged elbow on the door edge as I did. Humph!
Toyed with a crossword en route, off the bus, and up to the flat and into the porcelain room. Checked things out, and found the blood had been flowing again. Change of clothes, a wash-up and into the kitchen to put the kettle on. I thought how annoying it was that I overslept for the first time ever, and had no time to do the laundry, now I was getting short of clean clothes due to the extra dirty clothes thanks to the bleeding starting once more. I really must get my head down quick tonight, so I can rise early in the morning and get the laundry done!
Not having a lot of good luck the last few days. But still, no complaints from me (I lie! Hehe!)
Got the food away, new apparel and put the new camera away ready for later, when I hope to have the time and concentration to work out how to set it up, and it works.
But, while storing the box with the new camera, I thought it best if I was to put it on charge.
That did it, I got all confused. The charging plug was in three pieces. I had bits and pieces I cold not identify and didn’t know how to fit the strap. Got the booklet, tiny print.
Got it on charge an hour or so later, but no lights or whatever showing. Tried to use the camera, nothing happened.
Eventually, I realised after opening it, there was no battery in it. Back to the box and found it. Fitted it and put one of the old SD cards in.
Ah, it was charging now. Unplugged and took a photograph of the radio in the kitchen to try out.
The real test will come when I try to get a distance shot later.
Well, it works!
Put it back onto charge, took the photo.
The green ring light was flashing on and off. I assumed that means it is nearly charged?
Must keep my eye on this. Don’t want to spoil the new battery now, do I?
I got the mushrooms in the saucepan of water, added some Soy Mushroom Sauce them simmering.Put some chips in the oven.
Put some chips in the oven.
Updated this blog up to here.
Checked the TV magazine to what to watch, lots of interest tonight. But the eyelids were growing heavy, and I knew the chances of any viewing would be rather slight.
Got the fodder ready.
Cooked meat, cheeses, beetroot, mushrooms and chips. Not cooked enough, but there you go… further proof I’m not a cook or chef. Hehe!
Best I could grant this effort score-wise was a 5/10.Took the medications and tended to Haemorrhoid Harold’s discharge.
Took the drugs and tended to Haemorrhoid Harold’s discharge.
Got the goggle-box on and managed to stay awake for a full programme.
Yet another weird dream. I was flying (literally) all over the world (in seconds) trying to bring peace and harmony. Of course, I failed, then I decided I had no option other than to blow-up the Earth and hung in space watching the explosion. Felt pleased that I’d eradicated the violence, hatred, greed and animosity… then I faded out of the dream – and believe it, cause it’s true – I found myself in a TV commercial for Fairy Snow soap powder as a women doing the washing, but singing the 1962 Pepsodent toothpaste jingle ♫ “You’ll wonder where the yellow went – When you brush your teeth with Pepsodent!” ♫
I woke again and realised I’d only been sleeping for few minutes? How can one do so much in a dream in seconds? Anyway, I know I wrote down all about this dream cause I found it on the pad in the morning.
I couldn’t get this tune out of my head!
TTFN.
Insanity has arrived in my brain!
Made a strong brew of Thompson’s full flavour tea and took the medications.
facing East towards the City.
Sneezing a bit then. I opened the curtains to reveal that I’d left the flipping window open all night!
ehe!
So, I think it was the third mug of tea now that had gone cold and undrunken. Back to the kitchen to make another mug. In the distance, I could see a tree with its blossom blooming and had to take a photograph of it.
Got the dirty pots washed up, made a brew and took the medications, then trimmed the carrots and got them into the slow cooker with Mushroom Soy Sauce.
room to do the weighing of my fat frame, and I found the missing camera! Perfectly naturally and to be expected, it was in the laundry bag! Huh?
Even the pulse had gone down nicely. Add the fact that Haemorrhoid Harold and Little Inchy had not been bleeding and Arthur Itis was so kind this morning, even after yesterday’s struggle in town. And Duodenal Donald had eased too, things were looking good I thought – That was before I tested the carrots again and managed without any bother to stab myself between the fingernail and finger with the sharp end knife!
Got the nosh ready. The red carrots cooked in the crock-pot with mushroom soy sauce were appetising, the belly pork divine with the beetroot cheeses and pickled eggs.
tea brew.
I repeatedly drifted off for a few minutes, woke, realised the programme had finished, drifted off again, realised the prog… you get the picture. The mind was seemingly over-active, and I have no idea when I eventually nodded off proper-like, but it was well after midnight.
notes
Checked the email, and one from Sister Jane brought me some more sad news. She is taking Arthur the cat, to the veterinary today, in anticipation that he will recommend him being put down. All thin, but Jane says he is eating well?
The Pulse seems a bit high still, but I was well pleased with the weight!
Got the ablutions tended to, wrapped up and set off to catch the L9 bus into town to look into buying a camera to replace the lost Lumix one. Missed the bus.
Sherwood was busy but with vehicles not many shoppers or pedestrians about today again.
Dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street and walked down Queen Street.
protesting about something or other. And noticed that the closed-down clothes shop was now a 24-hour
Hobbled around and came out with three pairs of trousers and a thick shirt for winter. Carrying the carrier bags with me as well, I wondered over to look at the things on the proper price shelving and racks. A few minutes later I was struggling as the clobber being carried over my arm stopped the blood flow, and the left arm froze and ached a bit.
side if she would mind me taking a photo or two of the ladies dressing gowns, as I was hoping to treat Olive when she comes out of the hospital after her operation to one.I thought it best if I show her photographs first to see if she
The total spent on this days visit, first load £131.00, second £48.00. Oh, dear me! Tsk! Both receipts informed me that I have only until 24/04/2017 to return any of the On Sale goods for exchange.
fooderies on that street.
coffee places within yards of each other. Closer inspection revealed that the distant one was closed down. I think in a desperate move by the Council, they are offering rate reductions to anyone moving into retail property there – so Costa may have moved to get the tax free perks?
I wandered in the Shopping Centre (Mall), and it was so depressing with the closed down shops (Although the eateries seemed plentiful).
appalling gathering of foul-mouthed yobboes I’ve come across in ages on Lister Gate.
claim to know no English, and if the police took any details, they would have difficulty in spelling Celestyn Wiśniewski, have to get an interpreter on their mobiles and actually do something other than fine people for dropping a nub end or parking on a double yellow line for 20 seconds. Can’t have that, can we?
I met some new tenants on my way out. Two of them spoke and talked, the other was a bit aloof. Maybe through his being new?
Just up the road a bit, I saw such beauty again in one of the tree’s roots and gave myself a moment or two admiring nature as I had not done before I moved into this flat and the amazing scenery and greenery that surrounds it.
I turned the corner and down Winchester Street toward Sherwood, and took yet another photographicalisation that I found remarkable.
Out and up the hill, over the top and down to the entrance to Woodthorpe Grange Park and through the gates, up the path.
A few hundred yards up the footpath and lady overtook me., then a Footpath Cyclist appeared
king.
With mixed emotions, but gladness that she is home and sounding a bit better, I got the meal prepared.
don’t think it has long left, Hehe) took off the wonderfully warm cover and the cushions and searched all over for it, in the certainty that I actually did write it. Guess what I found? Think food…
I was summoned to the porcelain for a heavy duty session. Splendid, no bleeding from either front or rear! Arthur Itis was hardly noticeable, Duodenal Daniel was not bad at all, Reflux Roger was active, but this was not due to the valve sticking and not painful in the slightest; This wind was due to last nights nosh I’m sure. Hehe! Hernia Harry was all calm too. Only Anne Gyne with her new pain on the left chest and up under the left arm was giving me any real grief, and that was far less than last night.
The only concern was my so regular visitations to the WC, where’s it all coming from, I’ve only had half a small mug of tea?
Not too many folks around today. Plenty of street artists, beggars, Big Issue Sellers and pavement cyclists, though.
Then had a nosey in Marks & Spencers food hall – and came out buying nothing!
photographs to use on the TFZer site graphic series. That was when I saw a family of Mum, Dad and four kids, Mam was shoving things into the pram of the youngest child and covering them up. This was in the fashion clothing section. For some stupid reason, I followed them.
Back at the flats, the wind was howling, the sun disappeared, and the rain just starting, missed it nicely, by the time I’d got in and up the lift and into the flat, it was belting down!
I rescued the bacon and sausages and dished them up with some mushrooms in the new deep dish.
Then, I spotted the bag with the underpants still inside.
dicated it was 0142hrs?
Blogged and did some more Facebooking without problems, and the meal was ready.
I made a mug of tea and searched for the camera to take this photographicalisation of the Sherwood sunset.
It was Sister Jane, so nice to hear from her. I’m afraid I waffled a bit and didn’t get the full message, as I was a bit droopy from the kip.
0245hrs: Woke still tasting the excellent meal from last night. Perhaps I’d overdone the flavourings just a bit? Hehe!
A nice strong mug of Thompson’s wonderful tea and took the medications.
Did the ablutions.
Dressed and made a mug of tea, but the milk had gone off. Tsk!
He handed the bags to me through the door, took the return bags and he was off.
Hehehe!
Sorted them and it was such a nice looking morning, I meandered out onto the balcony and took this photographicalisation to the left of the flats.
The cleaner gals arrived, I ask them to clean behind the WC today, and not to clean anywhere near the stacks of bank paperwork I have that are lurking on the computer desk, or to touch the second-hand 1969 E-Plan sideboard, cause they always catch the computer screen and it being a touch thingy I usually lose something I’ve been working on, anyway.
Feeling well tired now, I got the meal cooking, sorted some medications and served up the fodder to myself.
Made a brew and took the medications.
I did almost cheer up a bit when I saw someone with two giant horse-sized poodles! Hehe!
Turning right on my way down the hill, some crows landed in the trees on the outside of the Copse.
I opened the jar of Falsoka, by gum, they don’t half close them lids tight!
Down and had a slow hobble out along Chestnut Walk to post the letter in the mailbox, then dropped off the jars in the Recycling bin.
Back to the laundry room and retrieved the dried clothing.
The woolly bobble hat had shrunken and barely covers the head top now, but still, Pound Shop goods, so no complaints.
I took this one.
Walked into Arnold and called in Wilko, got some Citrus Air spray on offer and Wash Fragrance.
Tsk, Huh, Humph and pickled walnuts!!! Next time I’ll take the card with me!
As I updated this diary, my acuity faded, so I got the fodder served up and consumed it with great disappointment.