Wednesday 27th January 2016
Woke up around 0300hrs with the headphones still on and I was hanging halfway out of the chair.
Struggled to get myself repositioned to get up on my feet, and a sudden urge to use the porcelain throne overcame me.
The bodily action performance was a lot easier. Perhaps the Senna medication was working now.
But the blood from the haemorrhoids was scary to say the least. Oh, dearie me yes!
I attempted to get back to kip, without much luck, managed about a two-minute spell.
Although I did have a dream in the few seconds, I did manage. Amazing how in such a short time, such a long dream could be had? The details did not stay with me, something where I was a teenager, and then in battle, then buried. Then I was swimming in blood; that wasn’t a good idea as I can’t swim in real life, but found this exhilarating for some reason.
I laughed out loud, then struggled to get to my feet again, cleared up the mess, then make another cuppa.
Then Anne Gina started to give me some grief.
The laptop on, I finished off Tuesday’s dairy and started this one off.
Checked the emails. Reminder from Morrisons that the order will be here twixt 8-9 o’clock today – Doctors Surgery confirming tomorrow’s appointment, Nine circular type can-I-sell-you something emails, a funny from Cyber-mate Andy but no reply from Steve Age UK about his coming to sort the problem out with the Solicitor and plumber for me.
I’m getting uptight about the non-action in this House selling department again.
Oh, I got my weekly Grammarly Summary too.
Ah-well!
It would help if I understood some of the terms used?
Squinting Modifier?
Gerund? To name just two. Oh, and passive ending to a sentence and unclear antecedent?
I look them up, and I can’t understand the descriptions. Thick pillock with bar, that’s me!
English was the only subject I got on with at school too. But it was given to my class by the Arts teacher Mr Simons. (Blimey, I can remember the names of some of the teachers now, but not the number of the bus I need to catch to get to the City Hospital?)
The main thing to learn at my school was physical survival. The interest of the teachers matched the interest of the pupils I’m afraid – Uninterested!
I nipped in the bathroom to have a wash, but no shave. I don’t want to use the razors while the INR level is so high and I’m already leaking blood from Little Inch and the haemorrhoids so much, I won’t risk cutting myself. This, of course, entailed me purchasing the electric shaver yesterday – the electric shaver that did not come with an adaptor so I could plug in it to use or charge it! Humph!
After the Morrisons shop gets delivered, I’ll have a hobble down into Sherwood and see if I can get one from Wilkinsons.
I was having a wash when the Morrisons chappie-fellow arrived dead on the dot at 0800hrs.
He was in a rush but found time to cram the stuff on my mobile trolley for me, before shooting off.
I finished my ablutions (No shave obviously). Put away the fodder that had been delivered.
Then I split the Village loaf of bread into three equal bags and put two in my shopping bag to take with me and drop off at the Winwood Community Shed for the coordinators.
Took the rubbish bags to the chute, and set off to the centre. Left the bread treats and set off up the footpath and up the hill into Woodthorpe Grange Park. Half way up, the howling winds were belting away, so I took a photograph trying to catch the trees in a bent position in the wind. But, the wind was swirling the trees too quickly.
Half way up, the howling winds were belting away, so I took a photograph trying to catch the trees in a bent position in the wind. But, the wind was swirling the trees too quickly.
The wind was not a cold one this morning, but the sun refused to come out at all.
Into the park and down to Mansfield Road, left up the hill into Sherwood, where the traffic was heavy, and I just missed being able to photograph some Sherwood Pavement Cyclist, they were too quick for me too!
I got into Wilkinsons shop and searched for the shaver adapters.
Again proving my worth as a shopaholic by purchasing more than I had planned to get.
Still, at least, I did get the adaptor.
I must stop doing this!
Walked down the hill because I could smell the aroma from the takeaway food outlet. They had some ready cooked shepherds pie I couldn’t resist, so I got one to warm up later back at the flat.
On the way back up the hill, I called in the Dentist, as I was not sure of the date of my next appointment and had not received any letter informing me.
I hobbled up the handily placed mountainous steps into the surgery, and as I approached the reception desk there was a large sign saying: “We no longer send out appointment reminders” Take Note! Failure to attend appointments will mean a £60 Fine.
The next sign to the right of it read; “We no longer supply NHS Cosmetic needs, they are now Private. Minimum Charge £6o.”
I was looking for the Arbeit Macht Free sign, but couldn’t see it? Hehe!
The lady receptionist told me to wait, as she finished something on her monitor, so I waited. (Well, I assume she was one) Told me to wait, as she finished something on her monitor, so I waited. I decided I needed to nice to this one, the cold eyes or was it the twisted sneer on her lips? I wasn’t sure, but he scared the hell out of me just looking at me!
As she finished whatever it was she was doing, her strong, steady voice barked out simply “Yes?”
I mumbled that I would like to check my next appointment date please – I forced a smile onto my trembling lips.
She spoke again; “Yes, wait!”
I waited.
The voice rang out again; “I print out for you… Yes!”
“Yes please, thank you…” I nervously replied.
She handed me an A4 print-out with a crisp stabbing arm.
I thanked her again and beat a hasty retreat. Not knowing if she’d issued any late demands or orders to me. But hoping she hadn’t.
I nearly fell the steps as I left the building, such was my desire to put as great a distance between me and the Obergruppenfurher receptionist as I could.
And just to think, I’ve got to go back for treatment on Tuesday 8th March at 1015hrs. Doesn’t bother me, though. 
Back up to the bus-stop in the hope that an L9 or 40 bus just might be due shortly to take me back up the hill to the flats – but no of course not. I’d missed the L9 by a few minutes, and the next one was due in over an hour.
I’d missed the L9 by a few minutes, and the next one was due in over an hour.
At the time, this irked me a bit, but when I carried on up and over the hill and into the Woodthorpe Park, I was glad a bus was not due. I met an old greyhound with his pet owner going up the footpath, another dog I fell in love with.
He was not a puss-pot but responded and wagged his tail when I made a fuss of him. His pet kindly allowed me to take a photo of them both. His name was either Yogi or Yoki. Amazing how my memory can fail in such a short time innit? Huh!
I pressed on and got back through the winds and into the flat again. The howling winds seem ever present today.
The first thing I noticed was the state of the bedroom, or rather things that need doing storage room. Haha!
As soon as the INR blood level gets back to normal, I might find time to get the four sets of four drawer storage cabinets out of their boxes and made use of? Maybe not, I expect the solicitor, the clinic or something else will me demanding my time again.
I put the bits away I’d purchased and got the new shaver charging as last.
It says on the micro printed 2 x 3.5-inch leaflet that came with the shaver, it’ll tale eight hours to charge.
I anticipate I’ll be asleep by then? But maybe not, knowing the trouble I’ve been having getting to nod off lately at night?
Twas then I spotted an intruder in the kitchen!
This ‘appearance of the flies’ often happens in the kitchen for some reason.
Occasionally it is one odd meat-fly, often a few of them.
BJ reckons it is when one of the other tenants snuffs it and know one notices until all the nearby flats get the meat flies? He’s always trying to cheer me up is my mate BJ.
The weather turned threatening – and the rain started a few minute after I took this photograph.
Got the laptop going and updated this diary.
Got the nosh going – Shepherds pie in the oven with some chips and a beef pastry adding some potato cakes later if I remember to. Tsk!
Did some cleaning in the bathroom.
Got the marvellous fodder ready, and demolished it in short time.
Then had a mini pot of ice cream. Rated this meal as 9.64/10
Steve Age UK rang the intercom button and came up with two bills for me to pay. That was kind of him. Hehe!
£60 for the plumber who had turned off the water in the central heating at the old house, and one from the Plumber who came to mend the boiler but couldn’t? Call out fee I suppose that one was.
We had a natter and a cuppa, and he was off.
Two letters had been delivered, one a questionnaire from Nottingham City Homes the other the last INR Warfarin blood level results. Gone up to 5.9 now? Going in tomorrow for another test at 1115hrs at the surgery.
Checked the battery on charge in the new shaver, not ready yet.
Laptop on to update this diary.
Did some Facebooking.
Had a horrible time trying to get to sleep, Tsk!
I thought I’d have a look at the original paperwork in the folder.
there proved I had not left it in my bag.
down in the damp shaggy overgrowth of the thousands of old graves there.
They are allowing families to add to those already there to past relatives though BJ says.
Set the oven on a low light, so I could warm up me ready cooked bacon hock I’d purchased at Asda, with some potato scones later, with the sour bread.
Got the bacon done and added the potato cakes and had them with soda bread, Cumberland sausage, baked beans and a sprinkle of vinegar, followed by the cream cakes. Oh, I am a pig!
I walked into the kitchen to put the kettle on and get my medications. And straight into t-towel hanging on my home made indoor washing line!
For the next few hours, in between sneezing coughing and trips to the porcelain, I worked on a creation and finally got it finished.
graphicalisationing session. Titled this one ‘WordPressers in the play park – Clarification required, please.
Cuppa and took the medications.
Onto CorelDraw7 and doctored a graphic of Sandra Lentz to post.
As I fell off the bus on Hockley, I walked up close to where the gallery was situated around the corner.
The building of the gallery looked like it might make a ‘Moody’ photograph, so gave it a go.
(None left now), the Gallows in the old Courts and police station.
As I made my way to the bus stop, I passed the end of Clinton Street. them.
board up for a Tattoo studio. The family dining as they have a break between their shoplifting. The florist bloke, who cannot speak English. (Fair enough, I can’t speak Latvian). 
Didn’t have to wait long and one came along.
Then onto starting some more graphicationalisationing.
It was a case of a fish supper more than a dinner by the time got around to it.V
When I was doctoring this photo I took, of the mail, I came across a picture of yesterday’s satisfying meal, that I couldn’t find when I first looked for it yesterday? Damned poltergeist!
Dropped off at the Sainsbury store and had a wander round for ages.
I waited as all the other buses passing by picked up other passengers, and soon it was 20 minutes past the hour, no L9 bus.
As I entered the broken iron gates into the park, the sky was so beautiful.
Then I put the kettle on to make another cuppa and noticed some emergency vehicle lights flashing in the distance through the kitchen window.
They’re coming on their first view of the flat tomorro
I woke around 0400hrs, the tummy giving me grief. I blame the cream cakes and am giving them up, again.
I started the laptop and took me morning medications.
Deana undid the hat/cap for me and showed me how it works. I did feel a fool!
No one in, so I put the loaf near the cooker and the chicken in the fridge for them.
I did some graphicationalising using CorelDraw and CorelPaint.
Hopefully, folk will find them funny and get a laugh, that’s all I want, to make a laugh for someone.
It was a crazy mixed chimera, full of varying emotions and incidents. All of which had a touch of reality to them. More unpleasant than pleasant for me. Hey-ho!
I got the potatoes on the boil to have later when I get back from my outing to Sainsburys to get some Irish Potato Farls and anything else I might fancy.
Made another cuppa and started this diary off.
Put the potatoes I’d done earlier on low heat.
Tiredness and fatigue dawned on me. So I got the meal done sharpish and ate it up before I nodded off.
Did I mention that the fresh cream French Horns jumped into my shopping trolley in Sainsburys?
