
Thursday 7th April 2016
Woke up throughout the night many times, every occasion I tried to recall the dreams I’d been having, but just could not remember any details. I hate it when it’s like this.
When I woke up around 0400hrs, I nipped to the porcelain and once on the throne, tried again to remember the dreams, but only got the feeling I had been trying to do something and was frustrated in my efforts in every dream, felt I’d had many of them? Tsk! Still, the good news was that both Little Inchy and Haem Aroids were not bleeding at all.
Got the kettle on, made a cuppa, dropped it on the floor (That was Arthur Itis to blame for this!), made another cup and took the medications.
Checked I’d got the photo’s, nibbles and everything ready for the Windwood Tenants gathering hour at the Windwood Social Hut later. This time, I was certain it as the day for the Morrison’s delivery to arrive between 0730 > 0830hrs.
So I got the Tuesday diary finished and posted and started this one off.
Made sure I got myself bathed in plenty of time so as not to miss either the delivery or the social hour.
Mr. Morrison arrived and I put away the fodder for later and put the treats in the bag for the tenants meeting.
Set out for the Social Hour.
The daffodils in the lower part of the park looked rather beautiful as I passed by, I nipped in and took a photograph of them.
Such a disappointing turnout today at the hut, for the Winwood Tenant’s Social Hour.
Perhaps the weather forecast put them off probably, maybe or might have?
I’ll never know.
The few that did turn up seemed a bit lackadaisical.
Even old Eddy left early!
Left the place looking a bit threadbare of folk. Hehe!
I was a bit concerned about this and asked one or two of the clan there if they knew if anyone was poorly or why there is so few of us today?
A massive lack of interest was displayed, and I then wondered if I’d missed something?
Perhaps they will arrive a bit later I pondered?
No, the event dwindled to a farce, and those who had left early didn’t even say cheerio?
William, the treasurer, was the only one who wanted to have a gossip?Most off-putting this was.
I went back to the flat feeling a deflated person.
Pottered about in a depressed mood, then decided to go and get the few photographs I managed to take printed at Asda in Arnold. This proved a very expensive exercise! Humph!
I caught the bus into Arnold, having a very nice chat with Norman the 93-year-old from the same floor as me as we travelled off. revisit
Norman got off at Sainsburys and I carried on to the Asda store.
Went in and got the photographs done, paid for them and got the receipt and poddled around the shop.
I saw some lovely looking slow cookers on sale, but could not carry it home on the bus. I might see about buying a four wheeled trolley?
Then I got some sticks, bread, TV paper, paring knife so I can prepare my vegetables properly tonight, some Marmite, flavoured cashew nuts and potato cakes. Please to be noticing that I combated the urge to get any cream cakes! (Smug Mode Adopted!).
I collected the photographs after paying the lovely lady on the till.
Walked out and to the bus-stop, the timing was right as an L9 bus was due in eight minutes.
An interesting altercation was taking place in Asda’s car park. One of the many local shoplifters was being encouraged by the staff members to return to the store.
I also noticed that another slat had gone missing from the fungus covered
dilapidated bench near the bus stop.
As I did so, who should turn up at the shelter, but Norman!
Bless him, he’s miss-timed catching the earlier bus, so he caught one the other way to Asda, and caught the same one as I did, back to the flats.
I was very pleased, at this, ’cause I love listening to his stories from his past! When he stopped telling me, I’m afraid I drifted off. Damned good job Norman was with me to wake me up! Huh!
We got back to the flats, parted company on the 12th floor as we got out of the lift, and I got in the apartment feeling a bit more cheerful, thanks to good old Norman.
I put the things away after attending to duties in the bathroom like. I prepared the veg for the nosh, easy-peasy with the new knife. Sprayed oil of the sweet potatoes, parsnips, and carrots then, placed the beef slice in the oven dish with them, the got the laptop on to update this tosh.
I kept checking on the fodder in the oven mind.
Checked the TV paper, intend to watch it from 2000hrs to 2300hrs. (Best laid plans mind)
Got the nosh out and on the plate.
At this point for some reason, I realised I had not got my wristlet alarm on my wrist.
Nipped to the bathroom to collect it, and could not find it anywhere?
I ate the meal which while tasting nice, I didn’t appreciate it much with my worrying about the wristlet alarm.
After eating it, I took the medications, then spent and hour or three searching around for the alarm, without any success.
Panicking a bit now, I was.
Suppose this means more costs and hassle; I’ll have to report it to Deana, the coordinator. Oh dear.
I tried to watch some TV but kept repeatedly getting up searching again and again for the wristlet alarm.
Most disappointed with me. Tsk!

I returned to the messy living room, a part drank bottle of orange flavoured spring water, the TV remote control, the TV paper, a tissue (Well, bit of kitchen towel, but tissue sounds posher), the mobile phone, the walking stick, the picker-upper grabber and the headphones littered the floor near the 1959 broken imitation leather arm chair. I reckon I must have fallen on me picker-upper cause it was a bit bent. The best one too, Huh! I checked the ottoman out, I’d cracked the lid on it.
Sherwood, via the Woodthorpe Park.
As I was passing the co-op store, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist overtook me on my left, very close to hitting me, then did the same on the right to the lady in this photo, forcing her to stop wondering hat was happening. Over the road and to the Sue Ryder shop to see if they had any medium ottomans in stock so I could replace the one I had broken when I fell on it. They didn’t.
Further down the road and called at BJ’s house. He wasn’t in, and I posted his photographs through his letter box for him.
When I got in, used the porcelain and had a dizzy while doing so – then fatigue overcame me again (Tsk!) Got the fodder going, not what I had planned because I wanted only to get my head down.
dear, so sad and anger making! I took the morning tub of tablets along with just one night time Warfarin.
The bus arrived in the City Centre and I dropped off and walked to the bus stop for the number 17 to Bulwell.
I observed as got close to the bus stop, that the naughty little Nottingham pedestrians were not too keen on keeping to the Walk – Don’t Walk signs on Upper Parliament Street!
Over the Market Place to the river Leen, and fed some pigeons there with the seeds I had in my shopping bag.
In the flat and put the things I’d purchased away.
The weather then started to pour rain heavily; Over the next couple of hours, it changed from rain to bright sunshine, so frequently.
While preparing to get the fodder cooking and deciding to have fish lumps and fishcakes with beetroot, I thought I’d let you all know, that I no longer have any bags BBQ disc crisps, or beef flavoured potato chip sticks in the place! Not a single bag anywhere!
The fodder came out alright this time, and what a feast it was too!
I’m back! And considerably perked up I might add! Why you ask? (Or maybe not like) I’ll tell you; No bleeding from Hem Aroid and only the tiniest bit from Little Inchy, no dizzies now and, it is drizzling rain outside with a hint of mist. Maybe it is because of the improved conditions healthwise, but I saw such beauty in this photo I took from the kitchen window.
Getting into and out of the bath was easier than usual. Feeling a bit better, when I set off to catch the L9 bus into town. I got down and realised it was a Saturday and there is no 0930hrs L9 bus running, so I caught the L8 into Sherwood, then a bus to the city.
it was a struggle getting through all the folks standing in the centre aisle, but I bravely persisted and got off on Mansfield Road at the stop for the Nottingham Arboretum.
As I walked down through the park towards the Duck Pond, I espied a courting couple of mallards on the grass. I struggled to get the umbrella up and tried to take a decent photo from underneath of it.
about, and very few mallards too?
I took a hobble through Trinity Square feeling a bit better again then. Took some photographs to post on the TFZ site later.
Walked on to the bus stop, no L9’s available, so I caught the 40 bus. That was busy too today. I wondered if something had been taking place that I didn’t know about with so many passengers getting on.
The rain turned heavy again as we moved off from the bus stop.
Got the fodder going.
Gave Lily her Easter Egg and checked on the washing machine progress. Odd machine this one, the time left was at 20 min when I put it in, then it went up to 40 min, now it was showing 55 mins?
Told Gerri about the draughts still in the kitchen and she said she’d report it again.
Updated this and got some fodder on. Decided on petit-pois, boiled potatoes and crispy battered chicken lumps.
Arrived at the Winwood Community Hut and BJ came shortly afterwards.
problem was.
Some of the tenants seemed a little down as well as BJ, and I think there was less laughter than there normally is at the meeting.
well.
I went to the photographic developing machines and set about making myself look a fool trying to find out how to work the USB download and the camera card one.
The nosh was decent enough.

I must remember to tell the nurse about my new bruises today at the INR blood test session. I’ve got a new one since taking this photograph. A mystery to me these are.
I got an email from my mate Duncan from Birmingham.
Got a quick wash and shaved ready for the Morrisons delivery of fodder.
Set off for the Clinic and surgery. A third of the way there and the rain pelted down and the wind blew as I hobbled up Mansfield Road.
As I left and waited for the bus, the sky looked a bit nasty again.
Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist shot by me and weaved between the other pedestrians.
At the top of the hill, I took a photo of the old trees I fell in love with last month again.
It was close to 1430hrs and BJ’s ETA. Mind you he did say about 1430hrs, with BJ you can give an allowance a day or two either way. Haha! Some mail had been delivered.So I got the purchases put away
BJ arrived at 1510hrs.
Having bought the Frikadellens I could not resist having some.
Boy, what a sensational dream filled night that was! I seemed to have slept and dreamt the whole way through for seven hours. I cannot recall getting seven hours kip in one night for years. I felt it was all one dream too, not the usual mish-mash of bits.

I had a bit of luck then and found the plastic strainer I lost a few days ago.
I got the lamb shank in the saucepan and simmering away, and warmed the oven up ready for the chips to go in. Put the peas in the small saucepan to warm through later.
Actually got up at 2355hrs, totally convinced it was around 0500hrs?
To the WC, the clock now telling me it was coming up to 0500hrs now.
The forecasted wind and rain had not arrived yet.
I had a look on Google to see the weeks Rain and Wind forecast.
Up to the top of the hill opposite the flats and right down to Mansfield Road, out of Woodthorpe Grange Park, over the hill into Sherwood and down to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop.
Back up the hill and down to the park, up the path and right down the steep hilly gravel track to the flats.



The carpet men arrived at 0930hrs, three of them. But there were two of them with another calling in to see them now and then.
They demanded their money and were off in a flash – too quick for my liking as I hadn’t the time to check on what they had done.
Of course, the Untied Carpet people were not interested at all.