Saturday 9th June 2018

Spanish: Sábado 9 de Junio de 2018

0410hrs: I shot awake after a terrible night of interrupted sleep, and a variety of short, fearful dreams. Each one different in topic, but all of them brought my most annoying, infernal aboulomania to the fore.

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, with no difficulties and off to the wet room for a wee-wee. During which the borborygmus from within started, and I converted the wee-wee session to a Porcelain Throne one, immediately. A good job I did too. Turned out to be a very rapid evacuation. Hehe!

Cleaned up and to the kitchen, where I found many of these whatever they are, beetles had got through the partly opened window.

This little chap or girl in the photo was the only one that did not scuttle or fly away. A closer look when I went to photograph the insect, showed that it was injured and could not run away. Poor thing, I had to euthanise it.

I made a brew and got the Health Checks done. Sys and pulse still a little low compared to what it has been.

I went to check the front door when I thought I heard a noise. Found the INR test results had arrived. I got the emails opened, and there was one from the surgery about the DVT Warfarin results. The INR had gone from 4.2 down to 2.0, and they had made me another late in the day appointment. They just don’t like me. Haha!

Did the Morrison order and applied the code for the £10 off voucher they had sent me after they cancelled last Thursday’s order. I hope that this week’s delivery arrives. It’s been a time-consuming painful and hassling experience trying to get out to the shops, and even harder getting back with the heavy bags weighing me down as well.

I heard that unrecognisable noise again. I’ve not the foggiest idea what made it or where it came from.

I had a look out of the spare junk-room window.

I find it hard to describe the noise, my having not heard anything like it before. I suppose as near a thing I’ve ever harkened to like it in any way, is Dr Who’s Tardis taking off or landing, but from a long way off?

I couldn’t see anything untoward or that might have caused the odd noises.

But the view in the downward photograph was excellent and came out detailed rather well, I thought.

Smug-Conceited-Mode Adopted Hehe!

The one took towards my beloved tree copse didn’t come out so well. Can’t win them all! Haha!

While I leaned there on the window ledge, the mind had one it’s wandering off of its own accord sessions. It found fears, worries, complications, and created its personal obstacles to contentment for me. Damned cerebellum, if it isn’t overly concerned with medulla oblongata activities; it seems to be so self-critical, it pisses me off! Blimey, did I say that?

I went to the spare-junk-room, and stood there, having forgotten entirely what it was I went into the room to do! Now, this is not unusual in the slightest for me, and for many of the tenants of Woodthorpe Court Old Peoples Flats, and this type and many variations of forgetfulness, amnesia, vagueness and abstraction, happen so often, they are not worth being recorded or mentioned as a rule. But on this singular occasion, I just knew it was something important, urgent that I had to do. I tried the usual thing and wandered off to concentrate on something else, in the hope that whatever I’d forgot would come back to me minutes later. Or something would take place to remind me. Feh! Fat chance!

The brain box toyed with me: How can you be sure it was something important? – Had you gone into the intended room, or did you mean to go in another one? – Oi Vay, You only have three rooms! – You are definitely suffering from dementia, and Go on then, put the kettle on!

Most aggravatingly, the reason for my mission to the junk-room has never returned. Yet, but it might – or not!

I then got the Friday Diary updated and posted off to WordPress.

Then I went to the WP Reader Section. Some great stuff on it today.

Hello, Herberts’s banging away again.

Made another brew, then went on to CorelDraw to do some more page top graphics.

I’d been on Facebook for ages, enjoying myself without any problems. Now it does not take me to the comments when I click on them? I was going to have a look at Margaret’s, but it just doesn’t take me there when clicked, nothing happens? I turned it off and on again to see if that would work.

Gone dead slow again, now. Turned off and got the nosh prepared.

I spotted that the flat’s balcony had had some wood attached to the corner edges of the base.

Herbert was having fun upstairs with his drilling, clunking and banging about for a while, again. I hate weekends, it’s always going to produce clattering and noise from the flat above. To think, I used to look forward to weekends, not any more. It’s bad enough during the week, but Saturdays and Sundays ruin my health and peace.

But, let’s not moan, because I was virtually told off about complaining about the racket, and told he is perfectly entitled to follow his hobby, by Nottingham City Homes Management.

Best to forget I typed this, or I might get into trouble for being pestered and bothered by his noise pollution by, ‘The Management!’; and told again that I will have to put up with it. But of course, I have been forbidden from communicating any conversations I have with any Nottingham City Homes staff, personnel or agent, on this blog. So, I’ll cross this out. Sorry.

I got the mushrooms and podded peas in the saucepan and was finishing off the CorelDraw graphicationalisation when brother-in-law Pete rang me. Cheered me up this did. 

I enjoyed the natter we had about nothing and everything, mostly about remembering old cars and vans. Hehe! Said our farewells, and I suddenly realised I could smell burning!

Into panic-mode and the kitchen. Oh, what a mess was found!

I removed the saucepan and somehow managed to salvage the mushrooms and garden peas. I strained them first thing (Not that there was much water left in the pan to strain, Tsk!). I got them on the plate and tackled the mess on the stove.

I tried all sorts of cleaners, and it took me ages to get it semi-cleaned.

Burning my finger-tips on the first application of the Dettol cleaner that did not work, then I tried the Hob Cleaner which left the plates with the hard ground on ring marks that will probably remain there forever. 

After the cooker biodegrades in a few hundred years, the thick dried on splodges of mushroom, pod peas, soy sauce and balsamic vinegar marks will probably last another thousand years. Humph!

Despite my best efforts, burnt fingers, cut finger, they still look a right mess, and depression had loomed, self-hatred hovered, for my stupidity in forgetting about the cooking when our Pete rang me and gossiped on. Still, the nattering was appreciated. Hehe!

I medicated the fingertips, did the health checks, took the medications and got the meal served up.

The peas and mushrooms actually tasted almost ambrosial! So, a tip here for lovers of freshly podded garden peas and chestnut mushrooms – simmer them in water with onion salt balsamic vinegar and light soy sauce seasonings for a couple of hours. Burn your fingers when you to to clean up the mess from the over spilt liquid that has gone all over the stove top, spent about £9’s worth of cleaners in your failed effort to sort out the mess, make the meal, and I can guarantee a succulent palatable result tastewise! Hehehe!

I dined to the accompanyment of Herbert above’s grinding scraping noises. I nearly dropped the mug of fresh orange juice when I caught the burns on the fingers, well, finger really, the other two fingers are no bother now, just the tip of the index digit on the right hand.

Did the health checks and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner. Got the TV on, and even with the headphones on, I could hear the clanging and banging from Herbert in the  flat above. I wonder what he’s making this time. A full-size model of the Russian T45 or a Panzerkampfwagen IX?

His clump, clunk and thudding went on for ages this time. But, as I say, it doesn’t matter, he is perfectly entitled to follow his hobby, and I must put up with it. As per instructions received from the Management.

After a couple of hours falling asleep and waking repeatedly again, I gave up trying to watch the telly. Turned it off, and I reckon I’d nodded off within seconds of doing so.

Then the dreams started. Tsk!

Friday 8th June 2018

Somali: Jimco 8th Juun 2018

0000hrs: Already wide awake and on this computer, with a gone cold mug of tea at my side and… no, hang on, off to the Porcelain Throne now… By gum, that was a better session, far less messy. Maybe Trotsky Terence is on his, at last. Haha!

Got the Health Checks and medications taken.

A dip in the Sys, but all the other readings seem fine.

Made another brew of Breakfast Tea and took the medications.

I have to say, I’m feeling much better than yesterday, with all of those memory loses, blank spots and sheer confusion racking away at my brain. Worried me that did.

Back to updating this blog.

I went to the WordPress reader page.

I found a note put through the door by the pulcritudenic Cyndy. It had the email addresses of her and Margaret for me to use. Bless her! I’ve sent the photo of Cyndy and Margaret to them, I hope it goes through this time.

Went on Facebook to find Cyndy’s page and send a friend request to her and Margie.

Went on Facebook, but it was a struggle, it kept going dead slow again on me. Humph!

  I did feel a right Nebekh! I glanced at the clock and thought it was ten-past-eight, and the heart thudded.

Blimey, that’s gone quickly I thought – but it was really only twenty-to-two. Tsk!

What a plonka!

Tried Facebooking again.

I made up a graphicalisation of three TFZer gals performing on stage.

Jillie, Pattie, and Lillie! An International Trio from Australia, Canada, and the UK.

Went for another, short, sharp wee-wee.

Coming out I thought I heard a sort of howling or shouting noise from outside.

I did my best to look out of the kitchen window, but of course, with the new window set-up, I can’t get out far enough to see directly below anymore. Which somewhat restricts ones view if I had to look to see if the building was on fire, or if any emergency vehicles had arrived.

But, I digress, sorry about that. I took this picture anyway.

Back to CorelDraw.

I went to check on the slow-cooker – Titter! Found I had not started it. What a great big Shmendrik I am!

The rain was pelting down outside.

I am expecting the worker chap at 0830hrs.

Got the things and myself ready for the showering and noticed the left leg had bloated again, and some new, different types (Sizes anyway) of bruises on the legs and arms.

So, I got the ablutions sorted. Then the usual excruciating medicationalisationing; Which went betterer this morning. Merely painful. Hahaha!

Made another brew.

Managed to do another TFZers in Business graphic finished.

Cleared the ledge in the kitchen to make way for the worker-man when he arrives to fill in the cracks and holes. It filled all the other areas. Tsk!

Chap arrived on time, it was the boss man who came. He soon had the job done. But if I were to catch the bus, I’d have to leave the window ledge things where they were for now.

Got ready to go to the shops.

Set off for the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

Got to the lift and returned to put the hearing aids in, then back out again.

A couple of greeted natters en route to the shed.

Took a piccy of the new build flats and Winchester Court. There were workmen all over the place when I took the camera out. Tsk!

Roy, Keith, Alan and three others in the cabin when I arrived. Another nattering session When the bus came, I went out to join the end of the long queue and caught the L9 bus to Bestwood.

The friendly cheerful driveress was leaving the bus duties to go into the offices, it is her last day tomorrow.

She always looks after us and had a companionable word or two for everyone.

She even made some cakes, decorated with L9 on top of every one, and handed them out! She will be sorely missed. Sob!

Caroline from the care home got on the bus with me, and I sat and got, even more, nattering with her. She dropped off with the others in Sherwood, and I carried onto the Sainsbury Store in Daybrook.

Where I spent a good bit of cash, getting in stock: Tomatoes, Oven Bottom Muffins, Tomato and Basil cooking sauce. Cream Cakes for the Wardens Weekend Treat, and two Fresh Cream French Horns (Angie next door was kind enough to let me give one of these, to avoid my eating both of them – Hehe!), fresh pod peas and a small tub of Anchor spreadable butter. I bought one of these yesterday, but somehow it had slipped my mind. Hard to believe, I know! What a Shmeggege!

Some decent photographs were taken on the bus home.

I had one of Roy and my usual discussions of farcicalness on the way back to the flats. (We’re both deaf. Hehe!)

Off the bus and Roy and I popped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. Roy for a wee-wee, and me to hand the weekend nibbles to the Wardens, who were not there. So we made out way back to the flats.

I got in and had a sharp short wee-wee.

Did the Health Checks and went back to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery being stolen from, and residents hut. Managed to catch the Wardens in. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel or agents, on this blog. So, I won’t.

Back up to the apartment. Moved the things back onto the window ledge. Then got on with updating this blog.

The telephone chirped up. It was Foot Lady Sue; she could not attend yesterday, asked if she could come in 20 minutes. I said yes, and she did come later.

Did my plates-of-meat, had a laugh and departed, after making an appointment for 7 weeks time.

I had a quick bash on Facebook, but it was going so slow. I gave up and got the nosh prepared.

Coreldraw prepping of graphics again for an hour of so more.

Did the health checks.

Then the pork ribs with curried baked beans in Texas BBQ sauce and oven-bottom muffins were served up.

I added the beans and ate this out of the foil oven tray. The pork was 95% bone, but still tasted fantastic, and a taste-score of 9/10 was given.

I fell asleep afterwards and woke with the tray somehow still balanced on my ample stomach. This was nae bother, because by then the foil-tray was completely empty and all the fluids had been soaked up with the muffins and eaten, not a crumb left on it. Hehe!

I’d had a dream about my old beloved black cat, Cyril. The fantasy was marvellous. I was living here in the flat, but Cyril was with me, doing all the habits he displayed so many years ago. The headbutting me awake, loud purring, jumping off of the floor and nearly knocking me over, and clinging on to my shoulders as he rubbed his face in mine. I was really enjoying the images. The sad part was waking up to find it was only a dream and not real.

As I struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner to go and wash the pots up, I realised that the TV was on, and set at the CCTV apartments foyer channel?

I could not recall turning on the TV at all, let alone watching this door entrance?

Took the medications and settled back down in the chair, but the TV on to watch the three back-to-back episodes of ‘Hustle’ that were showing on channel 60. I would estimate that of the three channels; I managed to stay awake to watch twenty-minutes of the first, ten minutes of the second, and two minutes of the third one. Before nodding off and waking again. Still, with all the lack of sleep last night, I should have known this would be the case.

I dropped off to sleep again quickly and had another dream. Of a very lepid nature. I was living in luxury in a mansion of some sort, waiters, butlers, friends, Sister Janet and Dad, Brother Pete, old childhood loves Christine, Margaret, Auntie Kath and Doris, and their pets were all around me. Possibly one of the best dreams I’ve ever had.

TTFN all.

Thursday 7th June 2018

Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 7mh Ògmhios 2018

0020hrs: I sprang into semi-life as if I’d had an electric shock. The mind was concentrated and determined that the laundry must get sorted straight away. Nothing was going to get in the way of my carrying out this task. It was as if my life depended upon it.

As I was getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner and looking for my slippers, a silly Churchillian Quote came into my mind “We shape our buildings; thereafter they shape us.” No wonder I’m crumbling! Hehehe!

This energetic resolution appeared to give me a new lease on life (Albeit, it didn’t last long). The ailments, despite Hernia Henry giving me a fair amount of pain, were of no concern to me.

Looking around for the footwear and stubbing my toe on the towel airer, just didn’t bother me! Such was my Sitzfleisch and unwavering (Temporarily, fair enough) assertiveness. There was a new, unconcerned, pertinacious man in the flat this morning!

Then gathered the requirements and was off down to the laundry room minutes after having risen from his recliner.

I got the washing in the machine with no hassle and popped outside to take this picture of the view.

Back up to the flat, observing that according to the Nottingham City Homes electronic display board in the lift lobby, it was 0041hrs, 11°c with light cloud outside at the moment.

Where I got the morning Health Checks done, and the medications were taken.

The readings all seemed to be fine to me. Although the Sys is continuing on a downward spiral; 155 – 151 – 149, and this time, 144.

No signs received of any Porcelain Throne requirement as yet.

The now throbbing stubbed toe was getting a bit annoying.

At this stage of the morning, the new found gift of mental control and will-power toe withered away and the usual worrying, prevaricating, pontificating, fretting, and self-traducing returned. Along with a few of the regular ailments. Hernia Henry, Reflux Roger, and the Fungal Lesion began bothering me pain-wise, all at about the same time.

And now my mindset, objectivity, and attitude to life returned to its usual often depressing, and singularly ever increasing confused state. Tsk!

Down to move the clobber from washer to the dryer. I noticed this sign on the Tenant’s Notice Board. Too late for me to consider it, with payment needed by the 7th May. Still, I’d only spend more money that I can’t afford to. Hehe!

On the way back to the flat, this notice caught my eye and prompted some thoughts on the situation to burst forth. Reporting Drug Use: (Which has often been done by fellow tenants,) I notice that they no longer advise the few honest Nottinghamians left, to speak with the local or passing Police Officer. This is because, of course, there are no local or passing Police Officer left.

On all of my last four trips to Nottingham, I have not seen a single police officer. Fair enough, I did see one police car with its blues and twos on, they would likely have been running away from a gang of youths or just rushing at speed to avoid anyone who wanted to report a crime. Sarcastic stuff here! Thanks to the Government cutbacks.

I made a start on this post, and it was soon time to go down again to collect the laundry and titivate around a bit.

I opened the washer and started to clean inside the drum. After three wipes inside the grey rubber seal, I had removed the following: Bits of eggshell, what looked like a piece of metal, and two unrecognisable items of food or waste?

Then got the laundry out of the spinner thingy, folded up and into the bag.

Wiped the drum and cleaned out the filter.

Reflux Roger was not helping with his making me take deep breaths in.

Still, at least I know the lungs are still working. Haha!

Up and got the togs stored away got the kettle on and had a wee-wee.

Got the computer started, and unfortunately, a Dizzy and out-of-it spell hit me. My EQ told me I was going to suffer today. I have to admit I hate it when these spells occur; I’m so out of self-control with how the mind gets its blanks, and confusion cause memory losses. Still, this one did not last long at all.

Then updated yesterday’s post and sent it off.

There I was, expecting the Morrison delivery to arrive soon, then I got this email.

They have cancelled the delivery, due to ‘operational issues’. Oh dearie me? I’ll have to try to get out for some stuff today then.

Went on Facebook to get caught up.

Got the ablutions tended to.

Got the bag and set off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation, telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed.

From here on things may get a little vague and or confused in places. Sorry about this, but blank spells in the memory took place here and there for the next five hours or so.

I did meet the Willmott-Dixon boss in the lift while going down and we spoke of things I’m not permitted to repeat on my blog by Nottingham City Homes Management. I think it was arranged for someone to call at the flat at 0830hrs in the morning to finish off the kitchen window holes and gaps.

The Social Hours, I think went very well. Much laughter, ribaldry, and even singing took place. (Vague memory)

I think I went on the bus to Arnold with Margaret. Get the feeling that I was talking with Margaret and not in control, confused.

Got some belly pork from Chambers Butchers. The last thing I needed? Went to Fulton Foods and got some BBQ cooking sauces (Neither wanted or needed), and something I did need, some bottles of mineral water.

Pretty sure I met Margret again in Asda. Again, I did not buy things I needed, but many I did not need. More spring water, potato slices, mushrooms, cheese curls, a turnip, and one thing I did mean to get, a packet of oven-bottom muffins. I know this, cause I found the food and receipts when I got home and the Blanks faded. (Vague memory)

I think Margaret and I caught the bus back together. Both loaded up with her trolley and my two heavy bags of fodder.

When we got back to the flats on the bus, Margaret had to wake me up. I do remember feeling a fool!

Can’t recall getting from the bus to the flats, but can remember saying cheerio to Margie in the lift?

I must have put the food away, cause I found it later.

There must be other stuff that I cannot recall that took place.

Health Checks were done, cause I found the results written down ready to go on the computer record.

Not sure about what happened next, but I woke up in the £300 second-hand recliner with a tray of half eaten dinner on my knee, and bits of crumbs etc. all around me, the TV was on. I panicked a bit. The first thing I did was to struggle out of the chair go and check taps, cooker etc. in case I’d left something on. All looked fine. I washed the meal pots.

I was feeling more in control now and remember most of what followed. No more blanks now.

Settled back down, turned off the TV. Then realised I had not checked in the wet room taps and sink, so got back up and did so. All clear in there. Phew!

After getting down in the recliner again, I fell asleep in almost seconds.

Woke with a heavy-head around 2230hrs. I laid there thinking through and making sketchy notes on the pad to use when I update this diary in the morning. A sudden decision was made. I will get up now and do the updating, for I feared if I left it, all the memories of the day would be lost. I found a sign over the Computer to remind me that the workman will be calling at 0830hrs about the window. I could not recall making this sign at all, but I was glad I had. Tsk!

So I got up, had a wee-wee and made a mug of tea, got the computer going and started to update this blog.

I was about to take a photo of the evening sky and the lights coming into the kitchen and was surprised to find a picture of last nights meal on the SD card when I downloaded the card onto the computer. I must say, considering I could not remember making this meal, let alone taking a picture of it, I was impressed with how good it looked but amazed that I should have made such a dirty-great big plateful! And, where did I get those fresh garden peas from? Hahaha!

This daytime photograph is yet another mystery. The date on the card told me I took it today at 1350hrs. No recollection of doing so at all.

Had the Aliens, ghosts or another mysterious entity done it for me? Also, like the meal picture, it was of a decent quality, had I actually taken them?

The night’s lights combined with Noisy Herbert’s made a decent shot.

It suddenly dawned on me (This type of dawning does happen occasionally), why I was so fascinated and thought the shot of the kitchen looked so different to other times.

It was the thicker and more numerous frames with having so much light blocked out.

Had another short, sharp wee-wee, and tool last nights medications that I had missed.

I pressed on with the updating, had another wee-wee and then made another mug of tea, as the morning arrived and hopefully, the memories of such a horrendously confusing day of ‘blanks’ was naively, destined never to happen again.

Wednesday 6th June 2018

Norwegian: Onsdag 6. Juni 2018

0350hrs: I woke up passing repetitive, most persistent elongated winds from the rear end, the stomach-churning, feeling dizzy and with Shaking Shaun in attendance.

My first thoughts were; “Hello, what’s going on here?”

Within minutes, things had calmed down (Thankfully!). The shakes and dizzies had departed, only the tummy grumbling persevered. Soon to be joined by Anne Gyna.

The early morning struggle to get free of the £300 second-hand recliner was achieved with relative ease today. Off to the kitchen to put the kettle on and get the Health Checks done.

Which had to wait a while, as I noticed the nose had been bleeding again. Off for a wee-wee and clean-up the facial features (Hehe!), and found that Little Inchies fungal lesion had suffered as well. But Harold’s haemorrhoids were not leaking, stinging, but not bleeding.

I got the computer started.

Back in the bedroom/front room to get the camera, and I spotted that Noisy Herbert was up and about.

I could see the light from his metal foundry and noise producing room above was lit up and offering a threatening of noise to come scenario. This caused me some concern.

Notice the reflection of the computer screen in the top picture? Unintended.

Back to the kitchen and I managed to manipulate my way through the tangles of security wires, through to the 4-inch gap as I opened the window as far as it would go.

Lumix out, and up to the right, I noticed that Herbert’s balcony floor had been broken. A bit scary to think that all there was keeping the old balcony from falling away while we stood on it, were a few metal rods and 2-inches of cement.

I took a final photograph of the misty morning view.

Then remembering that the staff at the surgery had booked me in for another late appointment at 1140hrs, my spirits drooped. I’m sure they do it on purpose, the swines. If they do it again, I’m going to stop giving them any nibbles. Not that this will make any difference to them.

Eventually, I got to do the Health Checks at last.

The pulse was down even further this time and an odd set of pulse readings up to now this week. Mon 82 – Tues 101 – Wed 73 and now 78. Up and down a bit lately?

I made up the log, so I could take it to the surgery for them to throw it away, ignore it, or use it in the WC.

Suddenly, crucially and with all haste available, I had to get to the Porcelain Throne. Bit of a panic, I don’t have the foggiest idea how I managed to get there in time. But I did, only just, mind! Messy, sloppy almost liquidified. Splashes and squirts of considerable force meant I lost a lot of time cleaning up afterwards! But, at least the piles had not been bleeding. While doing the cleaning and antisepticalisationing of the wet room contact surfaces, I remembered I must get to the Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic at the Queens Medical Centre soon, to get a replacement DVT First Responder Attention Card.

I got the Tuesday Diary finished off and posted. Went to the WordPress Reader, and replied to a comment.

Then began creating this post.

Got the nibble bags made up, paperwork in the jacket pocket, crossword book in the bag and had a wee-wee. I must remember to get to the Chemist as well, for the missing antacid medicine. Got the rubbish bags sorted and ready to take to the chute.

Got the ablutions and medicationalising tended to. Took the black bags with me on the way out. Pressed the call button on the elevators, and watched in amazement as the cages of both lifts, shot up and down missing me off for a good while. Eventually, I saw the doors glide (Well, more a scrape) open, it had arrived.

Unfortunately, at this time I realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Shmeggege! So back to the apartment and collected them. Got the lift quickly this time, and as I was going through the Foyer, there were Penny and Gladys (I think), two great, lovely ladies.

We had a laugh, joke, and natter for a few minutes. Then I had to set off. I met the plastic mending lad who I expected to arrive yesterday. He said he was poorly yesterday. One Day Man-Flu perhaps? Hahaha!

Along Chestnut Walk, and down Winchester Street hill. On to Mansfield Road in Sherwood, where this naughty Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came by a little too close for my comfort.

Give him credit though, after I called out my displeasure at his actions, avoiding using any bad language of course; the lad got off and pushed his bike along until there were no more pedestrians nearby him. Thank you, young man!

I carried on up the hill, and blow me, another Nottingham PAvement Cyclist came passed me even closer and more speedily!

I shouted out a Thank You, and he questioned my parentage and gave the one-finger salute, and just carried on.

Got to the surgery and logged in. Another new receptionist was on duty this morning. Shortly after I got the crossword book out, my delight was confirmed, it was Nurse Nichole who called me into her room. A few laughs as she sorted me out, gave her her nibbles bag, thanked her and the then dropped a bag off for the receptionists on the way out.

These flowers in a garden near the surgery had so many odd-looking small dark bees feasting on the pollen. I assumed. If anyone wouldn’t mind telling what flowers they are, I’d appreciate it. So pure white, beautiful!

Down into Carrington and called in the Chemists. I told the young lady about my not getting the bottles of antacid in with my prescriptions last week. She skulked off to talk to the dispensing chemist, who did not speak to me at all. She returned to tell me they have none in stock at the moment, but will order some? My EQ said to me that the naughty little Shaygets of a pharmacist knew the medicine was not on the bag of prescriptions before! She added that I could try Friday or Monday when they should have been delivered. This all sounded dodgy to me! I told them that, “I’d been without any medicine for two days now, so what’re another five days agony to worry about.” I need not have bothered. All I got back was vague, blank, empty, hollow, puzzled expression as she wandered back to the chemist. What a credulous, yet gullible person I am!

I left the shop feeling a little like I’d been conned again and went in the Lidl shop. I came out with Strawberry Ice Cream cones, Plain yoghourts some cheese twists, seasoned sliced potatoes and a tray of Hasselback Potatoes. No, I’d never seen or heard of them before. Contents listed as, potatoes, rapeseed, flaxseed, sea salt, black pepper, natural flavourings? Spice extracts and sunflower oil.

I used the self-serve tills and was struggling to find the cheese twists to input, and a young man came to me and calmly showed me where to see them in the system, and inputted them for me. With a smile, no sneering, snorting or dirty looks either! They won’t hang on to him for long, he’s too sociable and helpful for Lidl.
I thanked him, paid the bill and went out to get a bus back into Sherwood.

I got off of the bus and popped over the crossing and called in the Wilko store. I got some Dia-Limit capsules. Stress relief tablets, another bottle of the liquid soap flakes and something for the raffle prizes at the social hour meeting at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents Porta-Kabin, tomorrow.

I’ve never seen these before, flowers yes, I got one for Jenny a while ago, but never Tomato seeds are grown in a can?

Could be interesting. Hehe!

I called in the Co-op shop in the hopes of finding some fresh pod peas, and they had some in stock! Yehaa!

Caught the bus up to the flats, and met Cyndy as she got on the bus, a chinwag with a lady on the bench.

Then walked towards the flats and Cathy came out to hand me the DVDs she had been watching, bless her.

It looked like an Air-Conditioning unit was being fitted on the second floor.

Of course, it might have been anything really.

The Willmott-Dixon lads looked to be fully occupied and busy, scattered about between the two old courts and the new build.

I hobbled on and got into the building and up in the lift.

When I was getting out of the elevator, I noticed the lights were on inside the shaft. So I took a picture in the gap in the floor, so we know how far we have to go if the lifts fail. Hehe!

To the flat and by then I had to scuttle about a bit to get to have a tinkle in time. All was well, though.

Did the Health Checks. 

I got the food purchased out of the bags and took a photograph or two of them.

As I was doing this, the doorbell rang out. It was the plastic’s lad, come to make a mess for me and leave the curtains where I can’t get them back up or down. Bless the little scallywag!

He was only here for about fifteen minutes or so. Here are the results:

But he is a likeable lad and is being driven mad with all the changes and alterations to his schedule, thus moans from tenants, he keeps getting. No complaints from me, though. Oh, maybe the curtains? Hehe!

At last, we can see the progress being made at last. But having the electrician in to do the fitting of the Fire Sprinklers is very unnerving. As I’ve mentioned before, the chap who fitted the wet room for me, was brilliant! Cleaned up as he went along all the time. And he had to take out the bath, drill into the remove the old floor and lay a new one, do the tiles, etc. It took him seven days on his own. The electricians who came to link up the power, and they made more mess in 12 minutes than the other chap made in a week of working.

So it should be understood that I actually fear the electricians being let free in every room and the hallway to fit the sprinkler system. Oy vey!

Then, of course, we have the new fire alarm and the… Never mind!

It looks like a battleground in selected areas. Haha! Only joking folks.

I got on with updating this post, did the last Health Checks and got the meal prepared for digging into with my ever-decreasing number of teeth. Hehehe!

I hope the new Hasselback potatoes are okay. Wasn’t Steven Seagal called Hassleback in the brilliant Under Seige film? I might watch this on DVD tonight instead of the Gogglebox.

Served up the nosh. By gum, those Hasselback spuds were delicious! The garden peas were not as sweet as I expected them to be. The cheese twist was delicious, though.

Overall an 8.9/10 taste rating.

I removed the cotton wool and plaster from the blood vein area. I noticed that the tiny black specs on the mole or spot (whatever they are called) above, had returned. Crossing my fingers that this one does not disintegrate and cause problems like the one did last year.

I shan’t bother telling any medical staff at the surgery, I know that I’ll get one of the two regular comments. Either “Keep an eye on it!” or, “What can you expect, with all your problems and being on Warfarin” Hey-ho!

I got settled again and watched the Under Seige film on DVD. Kept falling asleep and having to rewind, but I got through it in the end.

I hoped I don’t become wamblecropt, with eating all those gorgeous potatoes. (Belch!).