Wednesday 5th October 2016
Approx: 0520hrs: Woke up in need of a WRHD session again. No bleeding, good that!
In hopes that the scales from last night were wrong when they indicated I was at my heaviest weight ever, and not working correctly, I mounted them… but let’s not talk about that, to avoid depression.
Took the medications, made a strong cuppa and laptop on to do WordPressing and graphicalisationing. The onto Facebook. Checked emails.
Spent many hours on the laptop.
Did the ablutionising using lemon soap and citrus spray.
The Lovely Olive, this morning
Got the things ready and called to see Olive.
She was looking radiant this morning and in fine fettle.
She told me off for taking her photo from the wrong angle. So I took it from a different perspective. (No objections from me, I’m not brave enough! Hehe!)
She told me off for carrying too much stuff in my bag.
I collected some empty jars from her, to take to the glass recycling bin with mine, on my way out.
Chinwag and a cuddle, then I was off on my walk to the clinic, dropping off the glass jars en route.
As I climbed the gravel footpath hill passing the tree copse, I noticed on the right, the grass had what looked like straw spread over it.
Not being a countryside lad, I wondered why?
To the top of the hill and left down to Mansfield Road. As I got on the pavement, the leaves blowing about 
indicated the change of season to me.
I plodded on steadily and got to the surgery in Carrington (The third walk there in three days – Tsk!).
The unknown nurse a (Stand-in? perhaps), gave me the Enoxaparin injections and told me I’d get notification of what happens next through the mail. I thanked her, gave her the nibbles and limped back into Sherwood.
The feet were stinging now, and the need for a WRWW was becoming urgent, so I stopped at the bus stop for an L9 or L8 bus, whichever came first, back to the flats.
Waiting at the bus stop also, were three lady tenants.
I gave them each some chocolate coins and told them it was towards their bus fare. Hehe!
Two other tenants joined us, Mad Frank, and 93-year-old Eddy. By gum, the Eddy is so nimble and quick.
Back up to the flat and another close call time-wise getting to the WRWW, Phew!
Got the new potatoes back in the saucepan. Peas in their own pan, and the chicken steaks out of the fridge ready to eat cold, with it all later.
Went into the kitchen to have the midday medications. In the distance down below were three men, apparently in difficulty with some kind of agricultural or gardening machine.
Anyone know what machine this please?
Decided to do an order with Morrisons. Got it done.
Feeling well drained now for some reason?
Getting the meal early today.
Expensive BBQ chicken breast, boiled potatoes, beetroot, garden peas, chestnuts and a Cox’s apple. Followed by a banana and a Strawberry dessert.
It was an absolute disaster, tastewise!
The apple and Marmite dabbed boiled potatoes were alright, mind. Tsk! Still, I ate most of it. The chicken was awful!
The body and mind felt drained again, and I nodded off watching a Primaeval DVD. Dreamt of my being forcefully thrown out of each office I tried to get into along a corridor of hundreds of doors, unkempt place, dust, mice, rats, cracked walls… somehow I knew that I had to get it one of these offices and safety from the zombie like pursuers after me, but there were more of them in each office I attempted to enter, and they kicked me about and ejected me back into the long corridor?
Woke from the nightmare in need of a WRWW, went into the kitchen afterwards to get a drink of orange juice and… Whoopsiedangleplop! Found I’d left the hot tap running again!
Tired and peed off with me now.
As I waited for BJ, I took this photo. I stuck the lens of the camera through the net wire fencing to take it. 
As we went down Winchester Hill into Sherwood, I saw the house that is currently for sale for only £185,00. A bargain BJ thought.
We were soon at the launderette.
Got the nosh served up. 
I reset the selector to the iA position and took the second photographicalisation, which came out as expected?
No emails came in, so I started doing some Facebooking.
I ambled along Chestnut Walk and turned right down into Winchester Hill. It was a bit nippy this morning. 
Walked into Carrington at a nice steady pace as I had plenty of time. I was at one time making a better average speed than the traffic.
done and I gave her the nurses nibbles and went to the bus stop to get a bus into Sherwood, to catch another one, into Arnold, the L9.
realised it was to a far less a degree!
Went to visit Olive.
Did some quick Facebook graphics.
I was aching all over, not like Johnny and the Pirates, Shaking all over. ♫ When you move in right up close to me – That’s when I get the shakes all over me – Quivers down my backbone – I’ve got the shakes down the kneebone
Potatoes ready, I served up my Sunday dinner.
WRWW.
finalised and posted the Friday Diary.
Wrapped up warm and set off down to the bus stop. Lots of tenants there waiting for buses, but none for the one I wanted. So no gossiping on the way to Arnold, today.
This young Mother had her daughter lose on the handlebars of her bike as cycled along on the pavement.
Sauntered gently and slowly along the road to the Arnold Market Place, only a few stalls, a terrible fruit and veg one, a bric-a-brac one, and one selling old DVDs.
Grappling with the now heavy bags I made my way to the bus stop. The bus, as they all seemed to be late arriving.
partment.
Got the fodder served up, battered fish cake, Surimi, two false prawns, strong cheese cubes, tomatoes, beetroot, shrimps, mushrooms and the terrible tasting never to be tried triple fried chips again!
Cleaned the dishes and settled to watch the first of the Man from Uncle films from the DVD I’d purchased from the Arnold Market.
Put the TV on and soon started to nod off. Sprung awake, an hour or two later, desperate for a WRWW.
Caught the L9 into town (It was nice not to get on the wrong bus).
The Slab Square as now cleared of the stall, amusement and eating stalls.
I went around the block and back into the Square, where I saw a chap who had taken his dog into the fountains to let him drink from the spray.
Caught the L9 and as it travelled along Upper Parliament Street, I managed to get a shot of one of the new electric battery powered street cleaning machines through the buses window.
Got the meal prepared. A big un!
Went into the kitchen to make a brew and then: 
Made the brew and took the morning medications.
Did some graphics and posted them to Facebook.
Got a cuppa and fell asleep. When I woke to throw away the cold mug of tea and replace it, the skyline outside looked amazing to me.
Got the washing, which I’d got ready last night, all sorted and waiting to go down to the laundry room. When I arrived at the machines, around 0325hrs, someone had used both dryers and they had not used a washer. Naughty! Still, it didn’t work out too bad, the spinner with the timer showing indicated it had 34 minutes left. So I did my wash on the short cycle which takes 30 minutes. Returned to the flat, made a cuppa, started the laptop up and started to sort the Inchcock Today posts.
Back down to the laundry room and the lady who’d used both dryers arrived to retrieve her washing. She did not clean out the filter on either machine –Double naughty! She took her things away and I cleaned out both filters for her. Transferred my stuff to the dryer and back up to the flat.
Made sure the expensive mini M&S Quiche Lorraine was safely in the refrigerator for later.
Did some Facebooking.
The drizzle started to fall. 
I had a wander around and a slow walk to the Victoria Market (Mall).
however, have some of the Fresh Cream French Horns on sale… Ahem! Along with cheapo cheese slices and some new season English Worcester apples.
Set about doing Jane’s sad last photographs of Queenie. A real lady in the cat world that will be missed terribly.
Jane told me she is the only female in the house now.
Got the fodder meal ready and digested it.
Took the morning medications with another Senna tablet, made a cuppa and started the hunt for the missing slipper.
Did some graphic creating in CorelDraw X8 and Facebooking.
Getting into the lift, found the floor was in a right state.
Walked straight down through the slab square to the bank.
There was a converted VW Camper Coffee Shop as well. Clever and original idea I thought, that was.
There was a stall, the one on the left here: Mrs Bishops Doggy Deli that brought a smile to me face, I have to say.
I wandered around the side streets and wondered what the Morris type dancing was in celebration of?
The wind was blowing the trees about in the Slab Square as I took this shot of the Council House and Little John’s clock dome.
I’ve never heard of most of them? National Punctuation Day was there, not my strongest point.