023:00hrs: I woke up, bestraddled over, around and hanging half-off-on of the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner. With conscience-wracking, incriminating, nocturnal nibbling evidence all around me! I’d been at some jelly-babies, the proof being is as I found one in the fold of my stomach as I first attempted to move. This sweet was partially covered in crumbs that looked suspiciously like being from salted biscuit thins to me.
I painfully recovered my wandered-off of its own accord left leg from where it was hanging over the recliner arm and dangling above the division of the easy-chair. This is not the most puzzling part though; How the hell did I physically get the limb into that position in the first place? That is the real mystery!
The next dilemma came, when, as I attempted to rise up out of the recliner, I found that I had one slipper on, which of course would not be on while I got my head down. Why?
My spotting the Scottish Shorties biscuit crumbs on the recliner and carpet did not surprise me, not after my earlier discoveries. What a Zhlub! I had a cleaning up session, but managed without any toe-stubbings, losing, dropping banging into anything. Luckily, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun were being kind to me and leaving me alone so far.
I got the medications taken and did the Health Checks.
Sys was higher, and the Dia went down? I’m not sure if this is bad or not, but it didn’t seem right to me? For some reason, despite my naughtiness in the nocturnalness, the weight had gone down the tiniest bit. I wondered if I had been noctambulations last night? I cannot remember eating or moving about, or any somnambulism.
Ah, it isn’t raining this morning either.
I took this picture from the unwanted new kitchen with the light, and view-blocking thick plastic frames and more glass to clean than before and rain dribbles in when you open them, window.
As I got the computer on to update the Tuesday post, guess what happened… a shock I know. (Sarcastic Mode Adopted!)
This wee’d me off.
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!)
The Virgin Media was still playing up, so I responded to my early-warnings and went off to utilize the Porcelain Throne. By gum, that was a good session, almost like a normal one, I almost enjoyed it!
Back to the computer and finished off the updating and got it sent off to WordPress. Liberty Global-Virgin Media Internet was no longer cutting out, but it was going a tad slow.
I went on the WP Reader and replied and made some comments on others blogs.
On to the TFZer Facebook.
Then to get some page top headers for the Inchcock Today’s sorted. I’ve only got two left to use.
Popped into the kitchen found I had left the hot tap (faucet) running. Without hot water now for around eight-hours! Grumph and Oy Vey!
I got a few graphics done, but need many more before I can make a start on the drafts.
Doing reasonably well now… Hello, the doorbell chimeth.
It’s the bloke to do the drilling setting and prep work for the new Intercom set-up. So much for asking for my choice of 08:00 to 10:00hrs for the job to be done (1245hrs now). He’s got to keep the door open while he does it. Blooming cold with the wind coming in. Hey-ho, its got to be done.
I did an Asda (Walmart) order for tomorrow. Last few pressies of the consumable kind, some mini wines for Si… I’d better not say, they might read this. Hehe! Vinegar, veg, fruit and some cream cakes as extra treats for the gals.
He’s started now with his drilling. Nice chap.
I checked the seasoned mushrooms and turnips, they are looking good. But with having to wait until the gentleman finished his tasks until I can eat and then get my head down, a little later than usual.
Back to getting the graphics done on CorelDraw and Paint.
Enough, I’m worn out now, poor old thing.
Got the nosh sorted.
Texas BBQ sausages, mushrooms turnips, and tomatoes.
I managed to eat nearly all of it tonight. So I hope this shows the return on my appetite! Poetry was sneaking in there, I see! Hehe!
The chap finished his work and shot off to do another flat. I took these photographicalisations of the work done in the corridor.
Old intercom, to be pulled out I assume, but am not sure yet. Jenny will know.
The chap told me this is where the new unit will be placed.
Hallway cable in place now.
I think the cabling will be covered mayhaps by the coving will eventually go along the ceiling -wall corners to hide the Fire Sprinklers later in the new year.
Got the pots washed.
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.
On the bright side, apart from a little bump on the head, I was feeling okay almost immediately I came round out of the confusion. I later found a bruise on the elbow, but it wasn’t a painful one. Best of all, with the blood being so thin at the moment, I did not cut myself anywhere. A silver-lining in everything if you search long enough.
Being the hard, battling, robust and resilient chap I am, this incident did not bother me in the slightest. Fib-telling Mode Adopted! Hehe!
The hot water was back on now, but it was too late for me to have an ablutions session, I felt so tired-out.
When I got settled into the £300 second-hand 1982 model rachitic, rattletrap recliner, Dizzy Dennis visited again. No chance of me falling over this time, Hehe! Mind you, I could have fallen out of or off of the £300 second-hand 1982 model rachitic, rattletrap recliner. Haha! But didn’t, and Dennis’s attack was only a mild one this time.
AS I sat there considering if I ought to watch a DVD, the TV or read a book… Zzz!
Willmott-Dixon, new Supervisor keeps an eye out. Hehe!
Tuesday 11th December 2018
Uzbec: 2018 yil 11 Dekabr Seshanba Kuni
00:50hrs: I was dreaming something about semi-transparent alien Traffic Wardens on Huntingdon Street in Nottingham, as I sprang into life. Boy, was the brain going at it again? The Brexit deal, the starving people of the planet. How did France get away with stealing the World Cup from Croatia? The end of the world. My hearing aids, playing up. The Weevils… so many irrelevancies and obiter dicta were bounding about in my head. I felt as though I spent hours considering and pondering over so many subjects, without any conclusions of course. A lot of things I could not even understand, describe, relate to or digest. Most of which I could do nothing about, anyway. I was mentally exhausted by the time things had calmed down in the bone-dome.
I really must tell the nurse about these early and getting more frequent morning spells of mind cogitabund departures from mind control. I can live the odd one, but they seem to be increasing weekly now.
Anyway, when I got back into semi-control of things, I realised only a few minutes had passed since I awoke?
Looking at my new-to-me £2 second-hand watch with its £10 new strap for the time. I noticed the papules on the left hand, were seemingly grown lighter and some of them may have disappeared altogether? Int life fun! Hehe!
I got my heavy, cumbrous midriff from the £300 pound rusty, rickety recliner, and made my way to the wet room for an SSWW. (Short-Sharp-Wee-Wee). I found only one dead Weevil in there this morning? Were they really on the decline at last? I checked the spare room and could see none at all! I still gave the places a spray of the Santex Bug Killer, part, out of habit, and partly to be on the safe side. These illegal alien-immigrants had fooled me before. I must find out where the other chap with a new infestation lives and see how he is going with his attackers.
Warfarin Blood Test this morning. Unfortunately at 10:20hrs. Which means I’ll be too shattered to do much by the time I get back to the flat. Not getting any cleaning up done lately. Mind you, the situation is eased with the thought that I have got electricians calling to do prep-work for the installation of Video Door entry Intercom this month. Another thing, I have to Email them to arrange a day for this job. I can opt for 8am to 12pm or afternoon 12pm to 4pm the letter says. They will do the fitting in January. Then the prep work for the sprinkler system has to be done, then the fitting of that. Then the new Fire alarm, same thing, two visits.
Can you imagine the mess they are going to make? No point in cleaning up I don’t think. I’ll have to pay someone to redecorate after they have all done, get new carpets as well after the plasterer destroyed my new carpeting. When I tried to Email him, Nick Jone, Project Liaison Officer, it told me he is not in his office? I’ll ask Warden Deana or Julie if they might ring them for me. IF, I remember to.
I got the Health Checks sorted.
Took the medications and got the creams ready to use later when I get the ablutions done.
Got the computer on and updated yesterdays post. Eventually getting it finished and sent off to WordPress.
I got the nibbles into the bag for the nurses and chemist staff. I must remember to fetch my prescriptions too. Went on the WP reader section. Then made a start on creating this days diary.
08:00hrs Ablutions tended to.
Spotted someone letting off steam? Hehe! So I took a photograph.
Down, out, and to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.
Obersturmführeress Warden Deana and Sturmbannführeress Warden Julie were both working in their mini-office.
I got a smile from them both when I cracked a joke.
I asked if they would call for me, about the electrical prep work being done for the new intercom being set-up, as when I tried the Email address given, Google told me there was no such address? Deana said someone else had had the same problem, and when they rang for her, the phone was not answered. She will try later.
Glad to see that the stun-gun cabinet was locked. Only joking! Hahaha!
Got on the crossword book. Slowly, other residents arrived, and a few chinwags and laughs were enjoyed. Nibbles handed out in the form of chocolate coins.
Out to the bus stop. Caught the L9 down to Mansfield Road, and hobbled along towards Carrington to the surgery.
It looked a tad bleak out there. But being late in the day (for me) the place seemed positively busy compared to my usual timing of around about 0615hrs for this journey.
Passing the library, this animal of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist belted by me from behind and made me jump a little. The Swine!
I plodded up and over the hill and down to the Sherrington Park Medical Practice.
As I walked through into the car park, a large looking black Porche utility type vehicle was reversing out, (which a sign tells drivers not to do!) He came within inches of hitting me and didn’t even see me as I sidestepped out of his path. But, I was in a good mood, so I didn’t get all uptight about it. I thought if I gave him a dirty look, that should suffice. But I’m sure he still didn’t even know I was there! Oy Vey!
I got in the surgery and logged on. Sat down with the crossword book. It was not long before the nurse came to call me in – Nurse Nichole!
We had a good chinwag, again thanks to the blood not being too keen on stopping it’s flow after she took the sample. I forgot all about the notes I had in my pocket with questions to ask her about my poorly-spell and the papsules. She does that to a man does Nurse Nichole with her distracting sweet smile. Bless her! Gave her Christmas pressies for her and Nurse Ann, thanked her and departed to the reception where I dropped off some nibbles for them on their desk.
Out and off to the Chemists to confirm the date of my next prescription pick-up. I know I asked them last week, but I’m blown if I can find where I wrote it down? Klutz!
Called in the Lidl shop and had a good wander around and nosey. I came out with Orange juice, sour worms, mature Stilton, Assam tea (I didn’t need this, but they only had one box left, so I took it), tomatoes and Scottish Morning Rolls.
I paid at the self-serve tills without any bother and out to catch a bus back to Sherwood.
The sun kept trying to come out now.
At the bus stop over the road, where a few other Winwood Heights residents.
Had a little chinwag with them, while we waited for the arrival of the L9 bus.
Up to the flats, I walked back with Doreen, another natter enjoyed.
Got in the flat, had an SSWW, did the Health Checks and got the nosh on the go.
I thought that this looked so appealing as well.
It did not go down very well at all. The fodder seemed okay, but it tasted all wrong to me, and I don’t know why? Only the smoked ham was eaten completely, every other part of the meal was chewed at and rejected even the Scottish rolls and seasoned potatoes. Was something amiss here with my palate or innards? Not eating my meals has happened twice in a row now? Nebbish!
I wrapped up the uneaten bulk of the food and bagged it in the waste bin. Washed the cutlery, plate, and tray. It will be interesting to see if I have lost any weight in the morning.
I sat down on the £300 second-hand recliner to watch a DVD I bought cheaply last week. It was terrible. Oceans 8 it was called. I could not hear what was being muttered at high speed, and as for following the plot, it would have been easier to learn how to become a brain surgeon on a one-hour internet course! I gave up.
Got the Health Checks done, an SSWW and washed.
Went to make a mug of tea.
Suddenly, as I glanced out of the unwanted new window with the extra thick plastic frames, more panes of glass to clean and drip over everywhere when its raining and you open them, and have a light and view-blocking quality to them… What was I typing… Hehehe!
Ah, yes, gorrit! I went into a semi-glazed phantasmagoria-like mind-mode. I have no recollection of what yonderly mind-meandering went on in my head – but I know I took this photograph so it must have meant something at the time. Or not?
Next thing I can recall is waking up, straggled over the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner, with nocturnal nibbling evidence all around me!
00:55hrs: Awoke with great reluctance to stay awake, let alone consider the possibility of dragging my body with its volumingargantuan stomach, out of the £300 second-hand rusty recliner! After a few minutes of argy-bargy with my will-power, and having the brain point out to me that I am almost out of clean clothes and need to get the laundry done; With recalcitrantness, I forced myself into sloth-like activity and got up.
As I was doing so, first I spotted a Weevil on the watch strap, got the camera to take a picture of the damned thing, then saw another one climbing up my leg!
I made these pictures on the left of the spotty Muldoon left hand, showing how I think, the red blobs are now getting lighter and fewer over the last three days?
I went straight to the spare room and gathered the bag of laundry and required appurtenances, had an SSWW. Got dressed and down to the laundry room.
Where I found that both spin dryers were in use. Neither washing machine was in use or even felt warm or wet inside the drums. This, of course, meant if I did my short wash, they might not be finished before I needed them. Frustrated, I swore under my breath and returned to the flat in a right niggly mood!
Took the outer clothes off, I may well have been tempted to kick the cat if I had one. Joking! Hehe!
Still, on the bright side, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis had both departed from yesterday’s attacks and was leaving me alone.
I set about carrying out the Health Checks.
When I got around to creating this post, I was tickle-pink with how accidentally I’d got the lens and camera in the reflection on the top part of the sphygmomanometer.
Which needed three tries, for it to work for me.
This morning’s reading s were far better than the weekend’s first tests. I made a brew, took the medications and got the computer going and updated lasts weeks and today’s Health Checklists on Excel.
No demands for the Porcelain Throne yet today? There were many cases of SSWW visits, though.
I set about updating the terrible tribulation troubles of the Sunday diary. Got it finished off and posted to WordPress. Went on the Reader Section, and read a comment, I’d have more, but only the one came in. Haha!
I considered going back down to see if the laundry machines were free, but felt too idle, lazy and irritated to bother.
An SSWW was taken, made another brew and got on with beginning this post.
The summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived (better late than never!), and off I trundled. Just one EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) spotted in there. I’d love to know what their attack plans are, cause they keep catching me out every day almost!). The evacuation was a mix of coal-nuggets and sloppy content. But, the after-aroma was mephitic and nauseating, to put it mildly, even to me! Cor Blimey!
I reckon I can blame last night’s seasoned home-made beans for the putrescent smell? I might leave out the garlic next time I try to make anything like this again.
Another SSWW, I must get a spare bucket!
I checked the weather to see if it looked like rain for my planned mini-hobble.
The rain dripped in along the bottom of the unwanted new light and view-blocking window frame as I opened it to take a picture of the Nottingham lights. I had to dry the electric night storage heater, the window ledge, the floor and myself. It looked a little cloudy, and they seemed to be moving quickly. I checked on Google for today’s forecast. 46º Fahrenheit, 10% chance of precipitation, humidity 89%, wind 6mph. So I reckon I can get out to take some photographs, feed the Mallards and have a decent little hobble later.
Got the ablutions tended to. Just one Weevil seen in the wet room, but he/she was dead. Things were looking up, Weevil-War-wise?
After a good shave, teggies were done, showering, ear-hole-freeing-of-wax, and medicationalisationalistic duties were all performed, I felt a lot better in myself.
Sorted three black bags of waste and one large white bag of recyclable materials and wrapped them up. Took the small bags to the rubbish chute and deposited them. Back to the flat, and started ferreting about making sure I had left nothing that should be off, and mutatis mutandis, thing off, that should be on. I think? Hehe! All looked good, taps, stove, lights doors etc. checked.
Got the shopping bag with the Mallard food, pigeon fodder, hearing aid batteries, umbrella, nibbles and Christmas pressies to hand out, crossword book, notepad, and spare glasses in it. The pockets held the bus-pass, bank card, pens, camera, mobile phone, and £32,150.00 in spending money… Only jesting!
Locked up and down to the lobby. No one was about.
As I departed, Some more of the Willmott Dixon fencing had been removed. They must be getting close to finishing the outside of Woodthorpe Court, now.
I took this shot of the frontage of the 45 flatted new Winwood Extra Care block and Stabsfeldwebeless Wardens Nuclear Fallout Shelter and Stun-Gun safe, and Holding Cells, block. Hahaha! They seem to be making decent progress on it now.
I greeted a few of the Willmott Dixon lads as I passed on my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.
Angel Gould, Olympic Arbitration Champion, financial advisor to Angelina Jolie and Nottingham City Homes Obergruppenführeress Patch Commander was passing in her Rolls Royce and stopped to talk to me. She would talk to me later in the hut.
I got inside the Portakabin. I made my way to see Generalleutnantess Warden Deana and
Generaloberstess Warden Julie. We spoke about…Ah, I remembered, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself.
Many tenants arrived, and I managed to get a few laughs and little chinwags.
Angel Gould, Catwalk Model, Trainer for the Olympic bob slay team, and Nottingham City Homes Obergruppenführeress Patch Commander came in, and we spoke. But I won’t mention that she has kindly requested an NCHs Pest Control chap to call and see me later about the EIBWBBBs.
I joined the gang at the bus stop as both buses arrived. Everyone got off in Sherwood, apart from Doreen and myself. I dropped in Daybrook and made my way to the Arnot Hill Municipal Park, and went to have a natter with and feed the Mallards and pigeons. Here are the photos I took of the birds.
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I’m out of food for them again now. Must get some more if time tomorrow after, or before, the blood test. Which has been set for 10:20hrs, most annoying.
Said cheerios to the Mallards, which tickle the people nearby me. Hehe! And have a hobble into Arnold.
I thought their version and idea of a Christmas tree was, well… Crap!
I looked in the Chambers’ butchers to see if they had any of their home-made roast belly pork slices. It was evident to me that the stuff on show was from yesterday, and fatty too. So I carried on and called into the Boyes store to see if they had any of foot spray on the shelves. Nope! So I pressed on and called in the Iceland store. I came out with a jar of red onion caramelised chutney and a pack of smoked ham offcuts.
I hobbled along to the Asda Walmart store.
Where I did get carried away a bit. Tsk! I came out much later with Cheapo strawberry jelly and custard desserts. Fire & Smoke Texan Hot Dogs with Chilli coriander and pimento. Expensive but tasty in the extreme, and they had a good use by date of 02.03.2019! Seasoned potato slices. Ready-sliced mushrooms. Finally, some cheesy topped rolls. Which I plan to have (the cheesy rolls) with the offcuts of smoked ham, tomatoes, gherkins and a boiled egg perhaps. But, of course, it is a long way off yet, so things can change.
A bit like Brexit! Humph!
The cheesy topped roll looked appealing and felt nice and soft into the bargain.
I paid at normal serviced check out, and hobbled with the two bags up to the bus stop.
By the time the bus arrived there was a decent crowd that had joined me.
When the L9 arrived, and we all got on, the weather kept changing from bright to gloomy on the route back to the flats.
I took this picture through the bus window, just before we arrived in Sherwood.
Angela and Roy, Shirley and Bob got on the bus there.
We were all soon back at the ever-changing Winwood Heights complex. Typically, many folks would make their way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Reprimanding Inchcock Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Where a patient queue would form to utilise the services of the WC. But not today. They were advised that the workmen will be digging up the ground outside all day, to find the cause of the leak. I had to smile at this, sorry.
I walked to the apartments with Angela and Roy, inside a lovely natter was had twixt us with Mo and Olive joining in. Handed out some nibbles, then I made my way up to the flat.
Nosh put away and got on updating this blog, until…
Fed-up, I gave up and got the meal ready.
Oh, dear and what a shame. The plate of fodder looked good and smelt good. But flavourwise, it was a bit of a calamity for my gustatory organs.
The tomatoes were bitter, the beetroots had the taste and texture of what I imagine ball bearings would have, and the cheesy cobs were unstimulatingly insipid. Only the smoked ham offcuts were really eatable with any modicum of enjoyment. Thus, a Flavour-Rating of 3.5/10 for this much left on the plate, effort. Grumph!
The skies still continued to go from dark to light. The photographicalisations above were taken about five minutes between each other.
The weariness dawned on me, concentration shot to pieces. However, I did remember to do an EIBWBBB patrol and spraying session.
Now this, I found amazing. I did not come across a single Weevil dead or alive anywhere! Had they been told of Opera singer, Oberführeress Angela’s plan to organise and despatch a Nottingham City Homes Pest Control Operative to the flat? Hehehe! Mayhap they are in the process of moving to a safer environment in another apartment? Or, is it another of their cunning schemes to fool me? Mmm?
I went to get a drink of the spring water and lemon cordial, and the sky was now looking beautiful.
Red Sky at Night – Shepherds Delight!
I settled down with a handfull of jelly babies and the drink, on the £300 second-hand recliner. I perused what was on the box, and found a couple of programmes I really fancied watching… Huh! Zzzz!
04:10hrs: After a horrendous night of trying to get to sleep over the past ten hours and complete failure; thanks to countless wee-wees and Porcelain Throne visits! The wee-wees were all short, sharp painful affairs, and the many Throne sittings were sloppy and messy! Grumph! Any spots of sleep I did get were of a few minutes here and their, and dream, well, nightmare-filled. I felt absolutely drained exhausted and bleary-eyed. The innards were now rumbling and grumbling as well, Oy Gevalt!
Feeling proper poorly and sorry for myself now. Poor old thing! Hehehe!
I checked the time on my new-to-me, second-hand watch that cost £2 from the charity shop, with its newer £10 strap attached. I have not got up so late in years. But the sudden utter weariness that came over me last night was the reason.
I wish I knew what caused these ailments to suddenly hit me with such ferociousness as they have?
As I tried to compare yesterdays with this mornings count of the angiomas on the back of the left hand, another abrupt summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, out of the £300 second-hand rickety-rusty recliner, knocked the bottle of spring water off of the Ottoman, and to the wet room with all haste.
Another liquified, messy evacuation. After which, I antisepticated the hands and contact points, and went to the kitchen and added a Dia-Limit capsule to the morning’s pots of medications, so as not to forget to later on.
No sooner done, than I was on my back to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. This is not good! Another full-blown messy affair! I antisepticated the hands and contact points again.
Back in the kitchen and as the rain was beating against the unwanted new light and view-blocking windows, I made a brew and got the Health Checks sorted out.
The readings seemed close to yesterday morning’s results.
I took a big dolloping of the ineffective, weak antacid medicine. Thinking it might help calm down the innards a bit.
Before I could take the medicines, another call to the Porcelain Throne arrived! Crickey!
Not such a voluminous evacuation this time, but still a messy one. I’m getting fed up with all this I antisepticating the hands and contact points, and am getting low of the disinfectant now. Ah, just remembered, I have a spray can of the Dettol in the cupboards, so no worries on that score.
Back to the kitchen and took the medications.
Even I could not believe this, but I needed yet another SSWW! (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee). In the wet room, I spotted three of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) around on the floor, worryingly all live ones!
Shaking Shaun paid me a visit as I got onto the computer. Just what I needed!
By the time I had finished off the Saturday blog and got it sent off; Three hours had gone by, five SSWW’s had been taken, and another Porcelain Throne visit attended!
To make things worse, every time I entered the wet room, I found EIBWBBBs that were not there on the previous visit!
The rain had stopped, and then I decided to take a photograph from the new unwanted letting-rain-in, more windows to clean than ever, light and view-blocking balcony.
Back to the computer… after a trip to the porcelain Throne again. And finding more of the EIBWBBBs. Oy Vey!
I spotted what might be a clue to the tactics being adopted by the EIBWBBBs. One Weevil was seen on the bookcase! I wonder if they had been reading one of my books, to learn about military tactics? They had the choice of the Stalingrad or Berlin books from Antony Beevor or Catastrophe a history of the first world war to choose from. Haha!
I took this photo from the kitchen window. The window that had four panes of glass to get to, and now the new one has six, two of them that are hard to get to clean, and the thick frames block the view and light as well.
Joking aside, this shot shows the progress being made on the bus turnaround and access to the New Build Extra Care and Obersturmführeress Warden’s new offices. A good idea to let the bus stop and access point be in front of their entrance. It will make access more manageable for the less-nimble tenants. I’m sure Woodthorpe and Winchester’s residents don’t mind walking that extra bit to catch the bus or try to visit someone from Nottingham City Homes for assistance or guidance.
The Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens used to be the wooden hut between the two original blocks of flats, then they were moved to make way for building the new Extra Care block (Which, Jenny advises me is to be called ‘Winwood Court,’ thanks Jenny) Then to the temporary plastic and wood hut they are in now. When they move into the newly built block, it will be nice for them.
Thinking of how the new block will turn out, I stopped everything and made a funny graphic of the projected view of how it will look. Here it is, I posted it as a blog on WordPress and put it on Facebook.
I thought it came out somewhat humorously. I hope no one takes offence, it is just meant to be a laugh, giggle and bit of fun.
I visited the TFZ Facebook page.
With the lack of sleep last night, by noon, I was feeling all done-for. Got the Health Checks done, had an SSWW, washed and got the meal cooking.
The laundry needed doing, but it was too much for me to consider.
I just sat at the computer, no cleaning up done, and went on Facebooking and CorelDrawing. I got a decent TFZer graphicalisation done, though. Pattie ♥, in Canada with one of her pets! Hehehe!
The simple fayre I had prepared, was seasoned baked beans. Haricot beans, with added tomato juice, garlic tomato puree, origami… no, oregano, balsamic vinegar and light soy sauce. The seasonings were added in small quantities.
The Fulton Foods Gammon slice is worth mentioning, and I can offer advice for anyone wishing to try some for themselves.
Be warned, it would be better if you had saved your money and cut up some old shoe soles, sprayed them with oregano and 20/30 motor oil, cook them in the oven for a few days, sprinkle with vinegar. They will taste just the same.
You will break a tooth taking the first bite and throw the meat away.
If you had done the beans the way I did, they will be tasty enough, and with a few slices of brown bread thins, can form your meal for the night!
As an extra tip: It is best if you do not forget about the expensive luxury lemon curd yoghourt, only to find it the folds of your stomach fat hours later, when you wake up from nodding off. You will try it, only to find it had gone-off, and the horribly-bitter barf-inducing taste will remain on your palette and tongue, possibly, for several days! Tsk!
A few SSWWs later, I took this picture having consumed all of the meal (Bar the meat of course!)
The rain had stopped for a bit at last. Not that it bothered me at all; snuggled, isolated inside flat 72 on the twelfth floor, shivering, shaking, head aching and confused, a Weevil crawling up my leg, but getting some concentration back at last.
Did the Health Checks and medication taking, then off again to the Porcelain Throne (its been like a second home today with all the SSWWs and Throne visits, Hehe!). This evacuation was once more of different qualities, in so much as the messy liquidy splurting sessions had returned.
I recall climbing into the £300 rusty second-hand recliner, but not much after that. I assume I drifted off, into much-needed sleep straight away?
00:25hrs: I awoke abruptly, to find the grey-cells were battling with emotions, fear, worries, etc., all at the same time. Some thoughts were critical, others of absolute nihility. I tried to gain some control over the mishmash of twisted, illogical input to the brain, without much success,
Not that this mattered much after I glanced at my second-hand bought from the charity shop £2 watch, now attached to its new £10 strap, to check the time. Klutz!
The back of my left hand, had nocturnally developed many tiny blood spots?
Many ideas and silly thoughts flowed into my mind, as I pondered on what might have caused this. Had the cunning Weevils increased the strength of their jaws, and we now capable of penetrating the skin? Later, I looked them up on the web, and found:
They might be called Red moles, or cherry angiomas.
Red moles, or cherry angiomas, are common skin growths that can develop on most areas of your body. They’re also known as senile angiomas or Campbell de Morgan spots. They’re often found on people aged 70 and older, sometimes younger. The collection of small blood vessels inside a cherry angioma give them a reddish appearance.
However, it may be a sign of abnormal growth of blood vessels into a skin cancer. Red is a colour of concern within a mole, as it is not usually found in normal moles. There are of course red spots such as “haemangioma”, which are not moles but benign cancerous growth of blood vessels.
Cherry hemangioma. Cherry angiomas, also known as Campbell De Morgan spots or senile angiomas, are cherry red papules on the skin.
Warfarin users should have no concerns, as long as the papules do no start to itch. If itching or irritation does begin, consult your Cardiac Medical Practitioner immediately.
I have no itching, so nothing to fret about after all. I think? Hehe!
Off to the Porcelain Throne. I’m reluctant to go into too much detail about this evacuation. But feel I must this time, to link things to some rationalisation of why it was like it was. Does that make sense? However, the funny side being that rock-hard mini-rugby ball shaped things painfully parted presence with the pancreas, to the Porcelain. Nice to be able to report there was no bleeding, though. I perused a full chapter of the Clarkson Unofficial Biography book for the proceedings were completed.
I considered that perhaps the Soya lumps I ate last night in my homemade stew or whatever it is called that I brewed up, may have an effect on my Porcelain Throne evacuation?
I cleaned up and found just one dead EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) in the wet room.
Having been often fooled often before by the perspicacious, fiendish Weevils, into thinking they were losing the battle, I still used up some more Bug Killer Spray.
Into the spare room for a Weevil reconnoitring patrol.
I found about six EIBWBBBs in the spare room! Gathered around the hole in the sealant that they left me when they put in the new windows.
This increased EIBWBBBs liveliness and movement in the spare room resulted in my using up a full can of the Sanmex bug killer in one go. The usual coughing session followed.
Rinsed up and got the Health Checks done. Took the medications, the made a brew of Yorkshire Tea.
A second summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Back to the wet room. One more EIBWBBB spotted as I settled on the Porcelain. Amazingly, the evacuation was back to the sloppy but full-bodied variety! The nugget shaped things had gone? I was a little doubtful as to why the sudden change?
At last, I got around to updating the Friday Diary, and…
It was hard work for hours, getting the blog finished off. I had to redo a lot of stuff thanks to Virgin Media not allowing me to save work I’d just done. Perseverance won the day finally, and the internet became a little faster… No, that’s not right, I meant a little less slow. Fehl!
I got the mushrooms in the pan with some balsamic vinegar, light soy sauce, and distilled vinegar.
Went on Facebooking, adding photos and on the TFZer site.
Then on WordPress Reader.
I did some CorelDraw prep work and the weariness dawned?
So I did the Health Checks and took this photo of the view from the kitchen window.
Took the medications and had a look to see if anything worth watching was on the gogglebox.
Got the fodder prepped and served up.
As I eating this meal, I felt the weariness getting worse. I didn’t even eat it all up, and there was not a lot to consume.
I managed to get the last Health Checks done and wash the pots. By which time, I was feeling shattered, zonked, and ready to drop.
Got down in the £300 second-hand recliner and things got worse for me.
For six hours, all I did was shake, shiver and kept waking up every ten-minutes… well it felt like that. Then the SSWWs started, and over the following four hours or so, I lost count of the trips to the Porcelain, for both activities. The rear end evacuations were back to the messy liquid stomach unsettling kind. After the last visit to the Throne, I got back down again to tried desperately to get some sleep. Humph! Not Good!
00:10hrs: I bestirred, the head full of memories of my hilarious nocturnal eidolons. Of course, these recollections soon faded into the ether, as is the necessary way with dreams. I fortunately had as I usually do, a notepad and pen on the Ottoman (formally known in this household as the Toe-Stubber, Hehe!) at the side of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner. The things I scribbled down, although mostly unreadable by the time I got around to creating this post, were invaluable as memory prompters.
My nighttime deleria seemed to have contained moments or incidents of hallucinations, all euphorically tempered, with such pleasure and contentment, like never before! I was able to think of things and people, and they appeared in front of me connected with my thoughts? I could float around, I think I was in a giant cave of some sort… people I’ve have known I had conversations that were all a joy to me… I did things I have not been able to do for donkey’s years in these visions. Suzanne, Dad and other people I worked with, were amongst the many visitors I summoned up. Without questions, this was one the most frolicsome, jovial, convivial and satisfying dreams I’d had, ever!
Coping with the realisation that it was all phantasmagoric and illusory, brought down my dispositional status a tad. Tsk!
My minds thoughts were soon moved on from the daydreaming of my night’s ‘La La Land’ dreaming, onto my sudden and urgent need to remove my body from the recliner and get to the Porcelain Throne post haste! The evacuation went well, no bleeding or messy leaking for once. Got a rinse and because I could see a couple of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles), I adopted my Seek & Destroy Mode, pocketed two cans of bug killer, and went on a reconnaissance and perlustration mission to assess the state and strength of the Weevil army this morning.
I sprayed and searched each of the rooms, with odd results.
Only six of the beasts were found. But, they were all much bigger than usual. I made this picture of the prisoners and where they were found. The fact that they were well spread around the apartment indicated to this seasoned EIBWBBB Battling of buggers that they might be in the process of increasing their numbers? After I had got things sorted out an ready to start doing my Health Checks, I spotted dozens of tiny baby Weevils on the kitchen floor, underneath my medical stock cabinets. They are planning something, the devious little devils! Cunning Chicanery is afoot! I can sense it!
Took the morning medications and got the Health Checks completed.
The results were okay. Perhaps the Sys was a little high, but it’s been a lot worse.
With the INR level coming back as so high, I expect things like this to happen until the level comes back down to near normal.
This reminded me, I have to take care not to have any bangs, bruises or cuts, well, extra attention while the risk of bleeding so quickly is still lurking. Also, to wrap up well when I go out, cause with the blood so thin, I always feel the cold a lot more than usual. However, ailment-wise I cannot complain, though, this good day. Mentally is another questions. Hehehe!
I could hear what sounded like running water or steam escaping? I had a looked around, but found nothing that could be causing it. Opened the window, but it didn’t seem very windy, the rain was falling, yes, but unless it is pouring down I can’t hear it usually, and it seemed light?
I got on with updating the Thursday blog and got it posted off, all within three hours, which was not bad.
I got some of the soya lumps soaking in water with balsamic vinegar, to get ready for adding them to the crock-pot.
0530hrs: Made a start on this post then, got up to here and decided to update the Facebook photo albums and next on to the TFZer site.
0750hrs: Got the Facebooking finished. Phew!
Wash the tea mug, and took a shot through the kitchen window, of the weather waiting for me outside. Oh, heck!
I checked the soya and added it to the mushrooms, turnip and black eye beans in the slow-cooker. Added some pork gravy granules and a drop more balsamic vinegar, oregano and onion salt. Set it on auto, put the lid on and hoped for the best, it would turn out okay later.
I poddled to get the ablutions done.
While I was shaving, a dirty great big EIBWBBB came out from behind the tap, and I felt he/she was mocking me, laughing at me! Probably an intelligence observer for the Weevil army? Foolishly I let to his get to me and took a quick swipe at the Weevil with the Bic throw away razor which was in my hand, and the plastic broke, sending the bladed end flying somewhere, I heard it bouncing, pinging off of things. But I still have yet to find it? I got another razor to replace it, but remain befuddled over two things, first the thing breaking in the first place, and secondly, where the hell did the ginormous Weevil get to? Oy Yey!
All clean and freshened up, I took a recycling bag and two black waste bags with me. Dropped the trash down the chute, and tool the white bag down and out to the caretaker’s door.
The drizzle drizzled, as drizzle does, and I made my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus and Rumourmongering Clinic, Portakabin. There were several young men from Nottingham City Homes, preparing for the Question and Answer session later on. I recall thinking how sickening it was, the fact that each one was younger, fitter, better looking, taller, had hair and were smarter than I was. But the feeling faded later when I remembered they all had to work for a living! Hahaha!
The rain steadied down, and after a natter, laugh and found they liked my blog, I went out to join some other residents at the bus stop. Shirly, Mary and Big John with others. Cyndy and Margaret joined us later, but not in time for a natter, as the buses arrived.
We were soon in town, and I dropped off to go to Batteryman stall on Clinton Street West.
I asked if he could change the battery and watch strap for me. Through gritted teeth, I got a muttered answer which I assumed was of a positive nature, as he put out his hand for me to give him my watch. He would not change the battery cause the watch was still going? I counted the time on the clock behind him, it took him 2m 10 seconds to put on the strap and ask me for £10. What a plonker I am! I just paid £10 for a watchstrap for my second-hand watch that cost me £2! Klutz!
I went into the Poundland shop next to the stall. Came out with Mallard food, a pork pie, gloves, and a bobble cap.
I paid and made my way along Upper Parliament Street, where this chap reminded my of Candid Camera stunt played so many years ago. Funny how some things can trigger thoughts.
Like these Nottiinghamian pedestrians wandering uncaringly across the pelican lights (cross-walk in America, I think?).
These lights have to my knowledge, had five accidents at this junction in the last month. Tsk!
Still, must be expected I think. What with mobile phones being used, some people inebriated and Christmas shopping, I forecast many more traffic accidents again this month.
I turned into Clumber Street and fought my way through to the Sports Direct shop, intent on going upstairs to see if they had any suitable long sleeve shirts for me to buy.
A bit of good luck here, I went the right way through the displays for once and came across a selection of what had on the labels: Lee-C Crew Swtr SnC98 80% Off – £34.99 Now £6.99. I got carried away and bought six of them! The bags were getting heavier now, again, and the bank balance, lighter. Oy Vey!
I had a walk down to High Street. Went into the Exchange Shopping Arcade for a shortcut to keep out of the rain that had started. Again, some units had closed down. So sad. But as I spotted in a shop on the right, they were offering a Special Offer on some Doc Martin boots, a 10% discount for Students. Which meant that the Jaden Glitter boots at £159 could be had for only £146.10… no wonder shops are closing down. Tsk! But as you see, it’s not been busy for years!
Got the brolly up, and hobbled by the slab square with its numerous new food stalls and amusement, to the other Poundland shop. As the other one did not have any of the Ritz Salt & Vinegar thins in stock.
I came out with some unneeded stuff for the nibble box, and two packets of the Ritz Thins.
Paid at the self-serve tills, but the machine would not take my card. A lady came, and she could not get it to either. Eventually, after three more tries, it worked. I just hope I don’t find out I’ve paid three times?
Back through the slab square, with its many Merry Nottinghamians, looking sour and glum as they realise the prices being asked by the stall holders, I think
The Ice Mountain, I found out, is only open at night when the lights and imitation snow show up well. Two runs down for £3 the poster said.
Later on, I found a photograph on the Nottingham Post of a girl on the ride.
They call it a toboggan run.
She certainly seems to be enjoying it, bless her cotton socks.
Time to catch the L9 bus now.
I managed to get my severely obese body through the crowds of gay abandoned cheerful, happy Nottinghamians, and up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop.
No one from the flats got on en route which is rare.
As the bus went up Porchester Road before turning down Moore Road, I attempted to get some photographs of the multitude of houses and estates in the distance.
The first one I took came out with a blank background, not showing what I was looking at, at all. Grumph!
The next effort was at the junction of Longbeck Avenue, but this was a little too far down, and I still missed the scenic view. Although if you look at some of the dwellings closely, they can be seen.
Still, not too bad cause the bus was moving and I was taking them through the windows.
If I can think of any more excuses, I’ll add them later. Haha!
Back at the flats, hellos, sarcasm’s, insults and laughs were shared with some of the residents getting on, as I got off of the bus.
I took three photographs of Winwood Heights in the gloomy weather. Winchester Court, the unnamed new Extra Care block being built and my beloved Woodthorpe Court.
I got in and put the purchases away. Had an SSWW. I did the Health Checks and medication taking.
A quick EIBWBBB check produced two in the wet room and one in the kitchen. What’re their tactics? Plans?
Checked the crock-pot with the soya, mushrooms and turnips coming along nicely. Going to have a few chips with this stew (or whatever it should be called?) methinks.
Updated this blog to here, and updated the Facebook photo albums.
Got the last Health Checks done, and the nosh prepared.
I tried the soya chunks, seasoned with balsamic vinegar and pork gravy, with mushrooms. Black eye beans and turnips. I added tomato puree and oregano.
No idea what it will be like, but here goes.
Got it served up. I shall not bother with having the soya again I think. It was bland tasting despite the flavourings I’d thrown at it. Although it was inspired by Jenny’s chilli, it lacked her skills in cooking. Tsk!
Everything else made up for the soya failure, the beans, mushrooms and turnips came out delicately flavoursome.
As I washed the pots, the darkness lifted outside for a while, and I could not resist trying to get a shot of the houses and dwellings in front of the flats.
They look almost like they are modelled miniatures houses, do you think?
I did the Health Checks, imbibed the medications and rubbed in the creams and lotions. And off for an SSWW to the wet room
Where I trod on the previously magically-disappeared broken-off bit of the Bic razor! A spot of luck though, all the same, no bleeding caused! Just a painful welt. Oy Vey!
Took me while sort myself out, then back to the kitchen.
Where I found the lighting had changed dramatically. Suddenly it had gone all dark and foreboding.
I got settled into my £300 second-hand rusty tattered recliner. With the intentions of watching some TV programmes that looked to be of interest.
00:25hrs: Extraordinarily, as I woke up, I found myself already disentangling my roly-poly, paunchy, pot-bellied body from the £300 second-hand recliner. With some speed and ease as well! The brain finally informed me thatthe need to utilise the Porcelain Throne was why I was up and about in no time! Without further ado and avoiding toe stubbings and knocking into or anything over, before I could say, Jack Robinson, I was in the wet room and seated on the Throne.
Perfect timing. Had a cleanup and antisepticalisationing session, and I spotted only one of the 0Stegobium paniceum (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) anywhere in the room. Not to be fooled by the cunningly guileful army of insects again, by their crafty pretending to be retreating and a day later they return to counterattack in number, I decided to use up what was left of the £6.59 can of Rentokill bug spray over the wet room floor and in the corners. Persisting with my expensive battleground defensive counter-measures, I put a replacement can of the killer in the wet room, and then used up another can, this time of the Sanmex bug killer in the kitchen. There were many baby Weevils in there this morning, some alive others dead. Not giving up on my mission, I went to check out the spare room… surprisingly that was all-clear of the Stegobium paniceum (Weevils).
In all, I had used up or finished off £15 worth of insecticide, and started the coughing off again. Oy vey is mir! I blame myself, if I hadn’t told people where I keep my hoard of jewellery and stash of cash for them to help themselves to when I croak-out, I might have got more help with the Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles problem. Only joking!Tsk! Hehehe!
Industrially… that’s not the right word, is it? Productively, I got on with updating the Wednesday post, and eventually, got it posted off.
Then I had a brainwave for an idea for a funny ode. Got it written and graphicalisationed, then I posted that off.
Went for the forth of the day up to now, SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee).
Checked the emails. Morrison sent this one on the left. Tsk!
I had planned that as a little Christmas present for someone as well. Grumph!
Also and as well as, I had an email from the surgery.
The Warfarin INR level came back as being very high for some reason?
So, I must take care not to cut myself. No wonder that the Fungal lesion is bleeding, I know why now.
The appointment for next week was a bit disappointing; they had made if for 1020hrs.
Which will mean with my sleeping pattern, by the time I get their and back, the day will be over for me, I’ll be too shattered to get anything else done. I sent an email in return thanking them and mentioning the lateness of the appointment for me. Hey-Ho!
Just about to make a start on this blog, and I realised I had not done the Health Checks or taken the medications yet! So, I put things right. Klutz!
The readings had come down nicely.
Please note the weight decrease!
Extra Smug Mode Pleasurably Adopted!
It’s not been easy this dieting and exercising.
Mind you, look at what I’ve had to do to get it down, shall we?
Long Walk Sunday
Mammoth getting soaked to the skin hobble Monday
Long hobble in the drizzle on Tuesday.
And the toe and ankle are giving me some real hassle now. As for cutting back on the food, that is the hardest bit of the plan for me. No, I lie… cutting back on the nocturnal nibbling is the worst and most difficult! My pot of jelly babies has had sweeties taken out and put back in so often, they have gone misshaped and soggy! Truth Mode Adopted!
I got the nibbles, prizes and the treats into the bag ready. I’ll have to carry that weight with me to the Dentists so I can call at the hut for the Winwood Social Hour on the way back if I get it done in time, that is.
I counted out the four Scottish Shorties ready to be dunked in my tea later for breakfast. Four! Pathetic! Damned dieting… Grrr! Sod-it, I’ll have six now instead! Naughty boy, hehe!
Got a start made on this diary at last.
Ablutions all done, changed, got the bag and set off out, taking empty jars of pickled egg and gherkin to the Alcoholic addict’s glass bin. Haha!
I got the second Health Checks done, in case I forget later in the event of my having any injections at the Dentists.
I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room shed. Glad to see Regal Jenny there and both of the Wardens. Quick natter and nibble giving, and off on the walk to the dentist.
Going down Winchester Street, I took a photographicalisation of the allotments on the corner.
Doris, my neighbour has one of these plots, I believe.
Down the hill, and took the opportunity of making another of the ‘Moody’ traffic shots again.
I went right up the hill, to the Wilko Store. I came out with some liquid soap flakes, nibbles for the box, Dia-limit capsules and stress relief tablets. And, £10.20 less well off.
Up to the Dentist, and logged in. The nurse came to fetch me, and up the apples & pears to the number three surgery. The dentist and nurse were both new to me and were most helpful. After the check-up, I was passed AOK.
Down and out into the gloomy weather again, and further up the hill to the chemists, where I got some Co-Codamol capsules. I struggle with the tablets sometimes, they being so large and in need of breaking can cause me bother, too. I’ve still got two halves somewhere in the kitchen that I’ve never found after they shot-off while splitting them. Haha!
Another piece of Nottinghamian Street Art between two shops was recorded.
Up the hill into the Woodthorpe Grange Park.
I stopped on the way to have a bit of fuss with some dogs who were taking their owners for a walk.
The top of the gravel footpath that had all the wet leaves that made walking difficult it was even worse today. But I got through it alright without any Accifauxpas.
Halfway down the pathway, I took this picture of all three components of the now named Winwood Heights complex.
Woodthorpe on the left, the new Extra Care Unit in the centre Don’t know what they are going to call that yet? And Winchester Court on the right as you look at the picture.
Down and into the foyer to the lifts, taking this shot of our Christmas Tree.
Up to 72, and took an SSWW I got this blog updated and rushed off to the Winwood Social Hour.
A most delightful session, although not many in attendance, we had much laughter and rib-taking to keep us amused. And much pleasure was taken in my having stick about the size of my meals and walking too far on my hobbles. Hahaha! Many little chinwags, as well. I do enjoy having these confabs, laughs and even the mick-taking. Haha!
I walked back to the flats with Catwalk model Gaynor, Cuddly Mo and Herbert-John.
While I waited for the Morrison Delivery (No alcohol-free wine, though, Humph!) I again updated this blog, then got some page top headers prepped for the Inchcock Diaries.
Got the nosh prepared and consumed, a little earlier than planned.
Baked beans seasoned with balsamic vinegar, mustard, BBQ flavouring and oregano. Beef pie and a few oven chips. Naturally, being a dedicated dietist, I had no bread, the gorgeous pastry of the pie was more than suffice.
The common or garden custard and strawberry (I think, it was a fruit of some sort) jelly dessert, followed. A worthy Taste Rating of 9.2/10 granted for this one.
The Morrison delivery arrived.
A smaller one than usual. I got most of the nibbles and pressies needed for the season of ‘Goodwill’ in now.
Got the fodder put away.
Washed the dish and pots.
Did the Health Checks. Had an LSWW (Long-Sharp-Wee-Wee)
I settled to watch one of my most favourite of all my films on DVD. ‘Pat & Margaret’. Starring the much missed, Victoria Wood and Julie Walters.
But the usual fatigue got the better of me. I tried rewinding a few times but kept nodding off, so I gave up, and fell asleep, to have what turned out to be a hilarious dream!
The pointlessness, confusion, mayhem, of morning thoughts, will no doubt affect the elderly. Even the alcoholic, chain-smoking, ones are at risk!
If perchance you can make any sense of these Inchcock Thursday morning ponderations wot he wrote this morning, then it is time for you to seek more help and support. Age Concern – PDSA or the snug in the Lions Arms?
Should you reach this stage, my personal advice would be to avoid thoughts of the National Health Service, Grenfell, the Government or Brexit!
These Willmott Dixon apprentices ain’t like the ones when I was younger. Hehe!
Wednesday 5th December 2018
Swahili: Jumatano Tarehe 5 Desemba 2018
23:45hrs: I woke, wide-awake and focused, concentrated on one sole purpose… Getting to the Porcelain Throne pretty damn quickly. No time for any mind-wandering this morning!
However, the journey to the wet room proved to be a little frustrating and frenzied. As I wrestled with my ever more-abdominous torso to free it from the £300 second-hand recliner, things got messy.
The TV remote, a jelly-baby, and the pen and notepad dropped from the convenient pocket the stomach fat-folds, and man breasts had formed as a container for them. I knocked over the bottle of water and the last evening’s medications I’d failed to take.
As I arose from the carpet, still intent on beating my bladder and containing rectum to the Throne, I dragged the Ottoman cover with my foot and ended up on the floor. Nursing my painful stubbed-toe and banged elbow! Klutz! I continued on my mission!
The evacuation was a solid affair, and things not being too keen on passing, allowed me the time to read a full chapter and a bit of the Clarkson biography book.
After cleaning and medicating things, I assessed the ailments situation. I was doing well, indeed. No Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Duodenal Donald, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, Hernia Harry, Back-Pain Brenda… in fact, it was only the poor stubbed right foot big toe that was giving me any real pain. Acutely too. Humph!
After my getting the cleaning up and the medicationalisationing done, I spotted… wait for it…
More of the damned EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) than I have seen for a couple of days now. Am I to be bedevilled by these alien invaders again?
Into the kitchen and spare room, where I found around nine fully grown EIBWBBB’s, two alive, and so many baby ones I could not count them. Grumblebugs and Grumph!
Another counterattack! Oy Vey!
If these beasts had an ounce of confelicity, they would abandon my home now and go into someone else’s flat, to give them what they have given me: Spending over £100 so far, for Rentokil, Raid and Sanmex bug sprays. Applying in every room three times a day, get back-ache Brenda, Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donal, Reflux Roger and various other pains bending down, and getting down and up to collect the little devils. And leaving me with a possibly fatal cough! Is anyone interested?
No, but Nottingham City Homes have opened a pub in an old people‘s home for the residents. Hehehe! Actually, I love this idea that they have done to help people with dementia.
This safe-link below tells us all about it, and how good they have been to the residents. So, thanks to Nottingham City Homes and their staff for all the time and effort they have put into it.
The Oaks Home gets its own Pub!Marvellous! But for heaven’s sake don’t tell the alcoholics at Winwood Heights about it! Hahaha!
I’d love to go visit. I thought of asking Nottingham City Homes’s Gymnast and Obergruppenführeress HousingPatch Manager (HPM), Angela Gould if I could take some photographs of the folk and staff in their new bar. But, thinking about it further, this may not be a good idea. A stranger calling to take pictures? Perhaps not a well thought out plan, after all.
I took the morning, and some critical selected missed night medications together. Then did the Health Checks.
I started updating yesterday’s much jollier diary. Finished it and posted it off (with many breaks for SSWW’s)
Went on the WordPress Reader, and answered comments. Thanks, Lynton and Tim.
Took a photo when I visited the kitchen window to see what the weather was like, wet! I can’t see owt through the balcony window for rain pouring in, and condensation.
Oh dear, off for another Porcelain Throne session. Much easier this one. Apart from finding Little inchies fungal lesion bleeding again, well, it was the cleansing and medicating that caused the ‘Ooh Arghs’.
05:00hrs: Made a mug of tea and had some of my favourite Scottish Shorties dunked in the brew. Naturally, followed by an SSWW. Added words to the personal thesaurus on Excel for a while.
06:45hrs: Ablutions tended to. I got readied for my hobble into Arnold for the Mallard chinwag and feeding and set off out into the rain about 07:50hrs.
Out of the lobby doors and dropped the beetroot and pickled gherkin jars in the Alcomafrolics glass recycling bin. Haha!
Crossed over the road and started to walk up the gravel footpath up into Woodthorpe Grange Park, but stopped when I heard what I thought was a bird calling, the squark sounded very deep. So I stood a while to try and locate where it was coming from.
Unfortunately, I could not find or see any bird at all.
But it sounded so close to me, and this annoyed me a little.
I perused the branches of the trees and the shrubbery at ground level for several minutes, all to no avail.
There was little movement in the bushes on the ground, but that surely would not be a bird?
I did my best to take a decent photographicalisation of the area the calling from coming from. In the hopes that when I got the picture onto CorelDraw later, this might reveal what creature it was.
But, as you can see in the picture above, it didn’t. Tsk!
But, I was still in good spirits as I tackled the hill. Not such good spirits when I got to the top. Ane Gyna was not happy. A bit confusing, because yesterday on the marathon hobble into town, she was pleased all the way?
At the top of the pathway, I had to tackle the mass of wet leaves or walk on the mud to reach the footpath. I chose the leaves.
However, I got through without the slightest sign of a slip or tumble. Smug Mode Engaged!
The rain came on heavier Neighbour as I plodded down to the Mansfield Road exit.
Seeing a new Christmas decoration near the railing, I went over for a closer look.
With having to take the picture from under the umbrella while holding the bag with one hand, and trying to operate the camera using the other, the photo came out a mite blurred.
Still, I think now, that it gave it some life? That did it, I was singing ‘Rudolph the red nosed reindeer’ for a few hundred yards after that. Haha!
This picture of the traffic and the lights, was meant to contain a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist… but where he got to, is a mystery to me?
It’s been a mysterious morning up to now for me. The return of the EIBWBBB Army in the flat. How I managed to tangle myself up with the Ottoman cover and have the Accifauxpa? The loud but hidden bird singing? How did I not slip over on the wet leaves? And now, the disappearing cyclist? Ah, well! I pressed on as the rain kept relenting and returning again, and the toe giving me some gip!
It got even weirder when I got into Daybrook and approaching the Vale traffic lights. (I believe this happened once before in this spot when I was on the same route) A very tall cyclist belted by me, and he also disappeared from view by the time I’d got the camera out?
I plodded on again, through Daybrook and into the Arnot Hill Park, and arrived at the lake with not a sole in site.
The ducks soon made a bee-line for me and seemed to patiently wait for me to get the food out. Being early in the day, no pigeons to challenge them for the food!
Others came over when I started to feed and have a chinwag with them.
I finished up the food stocks and said some words of farewell, I can’t remember exactly what, though.
And as I turned to depart, a lady and her little daughter were right behind me. She was giving me a look that said; “Hello, I’ve got a right one here!”
Embarrassed, I muttered Good Morning, and the woman grabbed her daughter and rushed away, nearly tipping her pushchair over. Oh, heck!
As I walked towards Arnold, the rain came on heavier.
I took yet another photo of the traffic. I’m not sure why I keep making these shots? I suppose the colour contrast? When they come out alright anyway.
I got into the shopping but it was still before 0900hrs, and some of the shops were not yet opened up.
Another little mystery. How the heck, did I get there so quickly?
I made my way to the Asda (Walmart) store, where I started a large shopping session. By the time I got to the self-serve area, I had in the overloaded basket: Pressies and nibble consisting of, Rum Truffles, croissants, cakes, DVDs, chocolates and cheese wiggles. Also, vine tomatoes, pickled eggs, beetroots, desserts (Custard and jelly, naughty), and potato cakes. After few cock-ups that needed assistance from the bloke on duty, I paid the £43.37 and departed out into the rain.
There was some time before the bus was due, so I waddled over the road to a charity shop and had a nosey around.
Ended up buying another DVD. As if I needed it. Oy Vey!
I arrived at the bus stop in plenty of time.
I got underneath the shelter to await the arrival of the L9. Only to find out that the roof was leaking, and I got rain dripping down through the cracks onto my neck and back! Ah-Well!
On the bus and was back at the flats in forty minutes.
The weather was getting dar kand murky again en route.
Amazingly, when we arrived at the flats, there were no tenants waiting to get on the bus. A first for me that is!
Not a soul in sight as I made my way back to the apartment. Got in, tended to an SSWW, washed my hands and into the kitchen. Got the fodder put away and the pressies and nibbles in the spare room.
Did the health Checks.
On the computer to update this blog, which cost me three hours to get up to here with it.
Updated the Facebook photo albums again.
Got a lot on tomorrow. Dentist, Social Hour, Clinic, Morrison delivery… Hey-ho!
Got the nosh sorted.
I scored this one only a 7.4/10 for Taste Rating.
Because the chips were insipid, and the beetroots reminiscent of the ball bearings I used to catapult when I was a nipper, but a little harder! Hehehe!
Did the last Health Checks and made a sign and hung it over the TV screen. To remind me of the jobs to do tomorrow, especially the greedy, vicious, superior-minded, nasty, money-mad, antisocial with me, dentist.
