Thursday 20th December 2018
Zulu: NgoLwesine 20 Disemba 2018
23:54hrs. Despite my many recent forfeitures of fair-fortune, I woke up feeling as if I had discovered overnight, the panpharmacon to all my worries and concerns! I hadn’t, of course. Most likely that I had been dreaming. Possibly a simulacrum of hope? At least the mind was not in a dwall again, in fact, it was concentrational this morning from the start. Smug Mode Adopted!
I knew I had a lot of catching up to do on yesterday’s Inchcock, the Morrison delivery was due twixt 08:30 > 09:30hrs and I wanted to get out to fetch another of the Aldi Sourdough part-baked baguettes that I have fallen in love with, and the Winwood Social Hour at 10:00hrs… Now, my remembering all this was a surprise to me, but a feeling and expectancy of a sudden return to my standard, gutless and passive ‘it’s-bound-to-wrong’ mode lingered, implanted in the grey-cells.
The extraction of my body, with its over-proportionately abdominous region from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and off to the wet room for an SSWW (Short Sharp Wee-wee), was done without any toe-stubbing, knocking into or over anything, treading onto, or walking into owt! No signs of any EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) either! Double-Smug-Mode Adopted!
I tended to the Health Checks.
I collected the tray with the meal residue, not food-wise, I gobbled all of that up, from the easy-chair where I’d placed it and fell asleep so quickly last night.
Got the cutlery used and bowl washed up and made a mug of Assam tea for myself. Which I suppose didn’t need saying did it? Only me in here, and I would hardly be inclined to make one for the Weevils! I think I might be on the verge of losing it again here? Hehehe!
I think a little advice is called for at this stage, folks. When you go to dry off your cleaned cutlery, in particular, the steak knife, be careful. Although this may well be a tip from a Nebbish, I think its still valid. Hehehe! Tsk!
I got the computer on and checked the Emails. One from the doctor’s surgery. Giving new level (3.8), the Warfarin doses and giving me an appointment for the next blood test, for Monday 24th December, at 0815hrs. I added this to the Google Calendar.
Then got on with updating the Wednesday blog. Got it finished and posted off after what seemed an aeon.
I made another brew of strong Assam tea. Noticing how the rain was coming down still, no harder than earlier, but with smaller but more frequent droplets. I hope it isn’t settling in. Because I am determined to get out to buy some more of the Aldi Sourdough Baguettes to keep in over the holiday period. Best tasting bread I think I have ever had.
Made a start on this blog.
Went on Facebooking on the TFZ site. Spent more time than I had planned on it, I got carried away answering comments and adding the photos.
The ablutions were completed in plenty of time before the Morrison delivery arrived. Got the things put away.
No Porcelain Throne summoning yet?
I got the nibbles, raffle prizes and pressies sorted into the bag for the Social Hour.
I took three photos from the unwanted, misty, light and view-blocking new kitchen window. I tried a similar shot with three different settings, but I’m still not sure which is the better one. Negativity and nilhilities seem to have moved into my life lately. Just saying, like!
Down again and outside, dropped the empty beetroot jar in the recycling bin, greeted a couple of fellow prisoners… no, I mean tenants as I stopped to take this photo of the New Extra care block being built and Winchester Court.
Gave a good morning to one or two Willmott Dixon lads as I passed them.
Arrived a little late at the Winwood Social, and was taken aback by the number of inmates… residents, sorry, in there. Realised as soon as saw the amazing Christmas get-ups that many were wearing, and the biggest stack of raffle prizes I ever have seen anywhere, it was the Christmas Social Hour! Jenny must have worked so hard to get it all prepared for us. Thanks to Jenny! ♥
Here are shots of the lovelies I managed to take.
I noticed a blood pool forming on one of my fingers, and remembered I was supposed to go to the clinic today! Klutz!
Made my excuse, and went out to wait for the bus. Handed the nibble box after distributing them; to Oberschützeress Warden Deana, and asked her to keep it safe for me, please.
Had a chinwag with neighbour Malcolm, at the bus stop. I decided, the lighting being like it was, might be a good time to take some decent shots of the Courts.
Just before the bus arrived, I fumbled in my pocket for the bus pass. Getting on the bus, I found the mini-diary.
Opened it up to find that the clinic appointment is for tomorrow, not today! I felt self-chastened, regretful, self-condemning, shamefaced, reprehensible and such a Nebekh!
I decided to stay on the bus and call at the Aldi store to see if they had any of the sourdough bread for me. Got some wine for Sister Jane and Pete (Both alcoholics, but friendly with it… Hehehe! The sourdough baguettes. Spring water for me. Belly pork bites and some lemon and lime yoghourts.
The chilly walk back down the hill to the flats was enjoyable. So, out came the camera!
I called in to see the tenants in the shed, and tell them of my Accifauxpa. Best, to be honest, innit. Even if you get the rise taken out of you! Hahaha!
The plates-of-meat were stinging by the time I got home. Did the Health Checks.
The potatoes were cooking okay in the slow cooker, I put the oven on to warm ready for decided nosh later. Pork Belly Bites, curried beans and some wholemeal bread thins, and a dessert from the massive choice now residing crammed in my full fridge!
Got this blog updated as far as here.
Getting weary now.
Al ingredients finished cooking now, I served up the nosh.
This meal took a lot of (to me, anyway) time, planning and effort.
I admit it looked nice, smelt nice and had an appealing look to it. But a Flavour Rating of only 6/10 was the best I could grant it.
The flavoured baked beans (from a can this time), were excellent, I’d used Hoi-Sin marinade and mustard. The same sauce mix on the belly pork, when added to the dish. The potatoes had some dark Soy sauce added. I shall not try this again! Actually, the beans were first class tastewise, and the potatoes were passable – just the Aldi belly pork destroyed the enjoyment. Talk about fatty! Tsk!
The naughty and shameful lemon dessert was exquisite. Hehehe!
I took the pots to wash them up, and get the Health Checks done.
I snapped this nephogram, through the unwanted, thick-framed light and view-blocking new window.
Off for an SSWW, and found that Inchies Fungal lesion had been bleeding. Humph! After a few minutes pure agony trying to medicate things, I gave up. My mind turned to the prospective investigation coming up tomorrow, by the Doctor, nurses, student nurses, Trainee Doctors and possibly this visit, they may bring in another class of about eight students again, to let them toy with things under the microscope discussing their take on the problem and trying not to laugh, like last time? It wouldn’t surprise me, if they let the caretaker in, too! Still, I mustn’t complain, unless they bring any morticians in! Hahaha!
I’d got some great gossips in today. Call them what you will; Schmoozes, kibitz’s, confabs, chit-chatting, verbal-ventilations or chewing of the fat, I love em!.
Got down in the £300 second-hand recliner and put a Torchwood DVD on, to watch for the twentieth time. Amazingly, as tired and weary as I felt, I stayed awake and got through three episodes with only two nod-offs and rewinding.
This resistance to nodding-off is annoying. Very later for me before I drifted off properly. Huh!
23:45hrs: I opened my eyes and wondered why the brain was in ‘Ignavia Mode’? While I could tell the cerebricity seemed active, there was a definite apanthropinisation in there somewhere, ensuring that any thoughts, questions, ideas or queries that came to the fore were dealt with using a reluctant flânerie style of response? I shouldn’t be surprised come think of it. For the tired for some reason, fat body was also showing similar negativity in its clinomania, and desire to stay where it is, sprawled on top of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner. 
The readings for the Sys and Dia had gone back up again. 
Ablutions sorted out. Rubbish bags to the chute. 
Out into the light drizzle and nippy wind, on my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. Emergency WC, the Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. I had c
Back up and had to c
A Pizza in the laundry room cupboard??? 
I nipped outside to view the gloomy weather, then returned inside, just as the dryer stopped.
I turned out to be a gastronomic delight! Especially, when eaten with this small Aldi part-baked sourdough baguette! 
00:16hrs. I stirred into simulated life, and I seemed to delve into a discussion between the brain and mind for a while. It went something like:
was back to being of the messy liquified type. So glad I got there when I did and not ten seconds later. Phew! Antisepticating things and I spotted the advance raiding party of EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil
Most had perished in the residue of the Santex bug spray, but a couple got away scot-free! 
Well well, all the readings were down compared to yesterday morning. I don’t think I’ve had the Sys and Dia so low before?
A sudden desire for food suddenly overcame over me! I just had to make something to eat? 
Went to wash the tray. 
stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. 
can’t be helped. I begin to fade every day around 0100>0200hrs with my odd sleeping habits. 
Then down towards Carrington on the same side of the road. 
As I left through the car park on to Mansfield Road, the view was so indicative of something, but I could not find of what! So I took this photo of it. 
The very-fine drizzle was still coming down, as I departed the shop onto the gloomy weather. 
I got to the L9 bus stop in Sherwood, and Frank was there having a natter with a chap in the shelter.
Where I surprised myself with making another meal. Habit perhaps? A large plateful, as well. Sopocka sarnie, cheesy cobs, cheddar, tomatoes, chestnuts, pickled eggs, roast onions and potato sticks. Although I didn’t eat anywhere near all of it, I did consume the two pieces of the De Luxe Lemon Dessert. Sumptuous! But naughty?
Back to the kitchen to top up the bottle of spring water with some orange barley. 
23:50hrs: I woke with the mind being harangued by confusing impenetrable, incomprehensibilities. The more I tried to marshal the medley of macaronic, mixed up, mind-teasing, a maze of ideas, thoughts, fears, and admonishments mentally, the more 
I heard the noise I did yesterday, so I went out into the balcony to investigate.
neighbour’s flashing Christmas Tree in their balcony. For some reason, the colours did not show, they all came out as blues? Must ask Tim Price about this. 
A little further along Chestnut Walk were some nippier than I tenants, who had passed me by as I took this photograph. I could recognise Malcolm, Angela, and Roy.
I left by the Milton Street doors, into the rain that had fallen since I had entered the mall. Which stopped as soon as I got outside. Nice! 
I walked over the road and up Burton Street onto Trinity Row. (On the left) Where even more gigantic eateries are located. Although one of them had closed down now. 
on the Row.
I took this photo from the top of Queen Street near the bus stop and Post Office, that is to be moved into the WH Smith store in the Intu Victoria Centre.
I did the Health Checks and took the midday medications. 
Many hours later, I got the nosh sorted. 
Noctuary Report: The most unconventional and unique last seven hours, were spend nodding-off, dreaming, ‘waking, nodding-off, dreaming, waking, nodding-off, dreaming, waking’… solidly. It felt like I’d woken up dozens of times and fell back to sleep after thinking on the totally different dream I’d had each time. No SSWWs or Porcelain Throne interruptions whatsoever! No rest either! I woke up feeling tired and drained, with the brain reluctant to address any problems for a while. 
The sphygmomanometer operated the first try this morning. 
Spotted this view through the unwanted more glass to clean, light and view-blocking new windows in t
I remembered to put the minced lamb in the crock-pot. Although a little later than planned, due to my not hearing the timer alarm, or I had not set it right. Mmm? 
Foolishly, as I checked the lamb mince, I quickly gave it a stir with the wooden spatula and caught it against my hand as I go the lid back on. It was scorching hot and made me jump a bit. 
Next task, was to get the weeks medical dosage pots refilled. 
I’m not sure when it was, but the landline-light flashed and woke me. I fought to get to answer it before it stopped. I wish I hadn’t bothered now. It was some git saying he was from Chucky-Chicken or something like that and had my food outside for me. After the electricians waking me last night after I’d got my head down and now this – I was not very pleasant to the chap, I didn’t swear or bang the phone down though! I told him I have not ordered any food, this often happened to me in the past, and could he remove this number from his phone, please. No answer, then he just repeated that he had my meal outside for me. I rang off, tired, weary, pissed-off and annoyed! The git rang back a couple of minutes later, I ignored the call. But I can’t turn off the phone, as it is linked to the wristlet panic alarm. Last time this happened, I did try turning off the phone. Got my head down again and got a call from the Monitoring Station on my mobile, telling me the line was dead and I must put and keep it on at all times. This was the continuation of bad luck and frustrations since the electricians woke me. My EQ told me there is more to come!
The results, apart from the weight, of course, are all down a bit. Well, a lot really. 
Got the nosh prepared, I wasn’t feeling hungry at the time, but thought it best to eat something, before I fell asleep.
the wet room for an SSWW (Short-sharp-Wee-wee). 
As I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin, the sun tried to get through. I thought the view was beautiful enough to try and capture it with my camera. The sun soon faded again seconds later. By gum, it as cold out there this morning.
I had a few good chinwags, laughs and innuendo ridden natters. 
More talking and laughter on the bus en route to town. 
No drive in me at all now? 
The penny whistler comically called a musician street artist was in his usual spot near the Holland & Barrett shop. 
Some electrical work taking place underground left its mark as a new piece of Nottinghamian Street Art. 
I paid and made my way back to Clinton Street west.
Back into the slab-square area. 
I made my way to Queen Street to catch the bus back, feeling positively drained now. Why? I don’t know. 
As I got to the bend in King Street and Queen Street, this naughtily parked car was blocking the buses access around the sharp bend in the road. 
Emptying the saucepan that I was boiling water in yesterday when I left the hot tap running to go cold, I dropped the dang pan. How it slipped from my grasp, I don’t know. But I do know it landed right on the corn on the left foot! I also know I silently used some naughty words and offered myself insults and personal abuses for being such a Klutz! Humph! They say things go in threes: I’ve got the bruise on my head, now the pained corn and foot, and an aching back and knees from getting down then up again, after cleaning the mess I’d made… wonder what will come next?
I got the mushrooms, carrots, and peas in the crock-pot. With the aim of making a Chill-con-carne of sorts later in the day by adding red beans and seasoning.
I dropped the white bag of recyclables near the caretaker’s door that was being replaced by a workforce of six men.
I hobbled back to Woodthorpe Court with Nora and Lynne.
Washed the pots up, did the health Checks and back on the computer, cause as I photographed that amazingly flavoursome meal, I realised I had missed off a picture I took in the lift. 
Ah, it isn’t raining this morning either.
So I went and made a brew and got the mushrooms with some sliced turnips in the crock-pot on a low setting. I added just a drop of balsamic vinegar, light soy sauce and a dash of lemon juice. I hope to be able to eat whatever it is I end up cooking with the meal. The last two meals, I threw more away than I ate. Could this be a cause of my nocturnal nibbling? (Note the search for an excuse or justification there? Hehe!)
While doing them, Dizzy Dennis attacked – and oh boy, it was a nasty one that left me on the floor. This rarely happens, in fact, it’s many months since this happened. I cannot recall falling over at all, just being there and trying to get back up.