Friday 25th May 2018
French: Vendredi 25 Mai 2018
0400hrs: I stirred into imitation life and awaited the body and mind to loosely link-up together. Things felt a little odd, apart from the little bit of rumbling from the innards, all the other ailments were in an excellent calm mood with me. This can’t last!
I rose out of the £300 second-hand recliner and went to get the Health Checks done.
The results looked fine to me. With these reasonable readings and the lack of ailments hassling me, I was more worried than ever now. Tsk!
Had a wee-wee.
Made a brew and took this photograph that came out rather poorly, considering I was using the new Lumix camera?
Then the view screen disappeared! I’ll have to try to get to town and the Jessop camera store to find out if I’d pressed something wrong or if the camera has gone kaputt.
Popped into the wet room to use the Porcelain Throne. A loose little evacuation, mostly wind.
Onto the Computer. For some unknown reason, using WordPress on Firefox was impossible. So, I tried it on Google and had to sign-in and change username to get the job done? After a while, I attempted to use Firefox again, mostly blank screens? Back to Google Chrome. It was a struggle to get yesterday’s diary updated, as the pictures would not load into WordPress, so I had to keep going back on Firefox to download them, then again to Google to do the written work. Well, pee’d off now!
I remembered the MS Windows update that came in yesterday – could it be this that is cocking me up? Had to keep swapping for ages each time I needed to do a different sort of editing?
I went to the kitchen for a mental-break and too calm down, I was well uptight.
The weather looked bleak, misty and a little showery.
I took this photograph with the Lumix, and it seemed to be working okay for this poor effort of mine, at a decent picture.
The drilling outside started again around 0840hrs, but it was short-lived and sounded farther away than yesterday.
There was I, just pouring the milk into the mug of tea and; What a vexation-ridden embarrassment, frustration and irking distressing thing to happen to me. Feh! The rear-end works decided to operate the evacuation functions of their own accord, and at rapid speed! I did my best to get to the Porcelain Throne on time, but couldn’t make it. I was in a proper shameful, humiliating, and uncomfortable state of agitation over this pickle I found myself in.
I recognised that avoiding this disaster was not my own fault and gornisht helfn. But shame and self-loathing came to the fore.
I had to have a proper clean up afterwards, of me and the wet room. I could, despite there being no one else about, feel my embarrassment coming out and a red face glowing.
After freshening up, I returned to the kitchen to make another small mug of tea. I took a diarrhorea capsule and left the others on the counter to get to later. In case the next 
Porcelain Throne visit was an urgent one too.
The temperature in the kitchen was a high 69°f. Still looking a little gloomy out there.
My spirits were lower than ever now. Especially when I realised that going out today, to the camera shop or getting some bread and milk in stock, was out of the question. Far too risky, I do not want to risk getting ‘Caught Short’ again by another Diarrhoea David attack.
I thought about just leaving doing this post altogether, such was my melancholia. But my being a graphomaniac, I didn’t.
After a while, with no signs of any Diarrhoea David returning, I went into the kitchen to make another brew.
I decided to refill the vinegar bottle. I rinsed it out and went to the window ledge and thought I’d tore off a piece of paper towel to fry the bottle with.
But I’d got it wrong and 
traipst the roll all over the floor. I might have a reasonable bruise coming up on my head where I hit it on my way down to pick up the paper towel!
Back onto the computer, all confused and struggling to gain full control of my faculties, I thought.
Another One! Could I find the 32mb SDH card? No! I spent ages searching and exploring every cupboards, carpet, drawer repeatedly! I knew I had it when I used the new Nikon Camera? Eventually, I gave up the hunt, hoping I will ‘come across’ it at a later time or date. What a Nudzh!
I reflected on the Whoopsiedangleplops affecting me so far today:
- The new Lumix camera viewer-screen, dying on me.
- WordPress, Grammarly, Google Chrome, Firefox and computer problems, apparently having been caused by the MS Windows update?
- Diarrhorea David’s Blitzkrieg Attack and the resultant shame and uncertainties.
- Liberty-Virgin internet repeatedly losing connections failures.
- The paper-towel incident and injuries.
- Losing the SDH card? – Then my finding it in the first place that I’d looked for it?
The way this morning has gone, I sort of expected this Whoopsiedangleplop list to have been longer.
No bread, no milk, no hope! Hehehe!
Conceivably, the diarrhorea might ease-off, and the weather is alright in the morning so I can have a walk into Sherwood to get the bread and milk, in.
I’m still puzzled as to why another follow-up attack from the rear-end has not come… Yet awhile anyway! But, I can feel that the churning is still fermenting in the guts.
Then, much further chagrin and the lowering of my esteem and worth, I found the missing 32mg card! Worst of all, it was in the first place I had looked for it after thinking it had disappeared! I was keeping the curtains closed in case the Willmott Dixon team might appear at the windows, while I might be suffering the runs etc. And this lack of lighting and my colour blindness on reds, made me think it was another card in the reader. I’m running out of original names to call myself now! Yutz!
Great balls of fire, no sooner had I written the paragraph above, Diarrhorea David’s second Blitzkrieg arrived! Far less hassle this time. I made it to the Porcelain Throne in time. Albeit only just! Still runny and messy though. Humph!
The workmen didn’t do their drilling for long this morning. Noisy Herbert above compensated for this, with regular banging about. Then just before noon, what sounded like a door being closed-shut with venom and strength from above. No more sonances then. I’m not complaining. Oh No! Not after being told he is doing nothing wrong in following his hobby and being noisy as long as it is between 0800hrs and 2000hrs, by the Cat-Walk model and Nottingham City Homes Gruppenfurheress Manager. It might yet prove fatal though. One can only take so much while being ignored. I wonder if he is rich, well endowed or has he any influential friends? Hehehe!
I considered going to the shops again, but would I be lucky enough? No, best leave it until tomorrow and see how things are then.
Health Checks were done.
I was unsure of what to have for the nosh, bearing in mind the Diarrhorea Davids attentions, and not wanting to encourage or inspire them.
Got sidetracked, off for another visit to the Porcelain Throne. Again it was close getting there in time, but I managed it.
Today, I had got very little done that I had planned. A mishegoss and frustration filled day.
Turned on the TV to watch some episodes of Rumpole of the Baily.
I settled my body down in the £300 second-hand recliner and tucked into the plate of fodder.
I thought that fish might be the safest food, so made a meal of fish fingers in batter, the cod portion I had to throw away, it tasted dodgy to me, so I did not risk eating it. The Scottish Smoked Mackerel tasted good.
I couldn’t eat all of it.
I feared the Trotskies would return in the night.
But they didn’t. Well, not until the early morning.
I haven’t felt so dismal or such a no-hoper in my life.
I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner, got the slippers on and I made my to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.
Caught the bus, Caroline from the Care Home got off, and we had a few words before I had to get on the departing bus to the Sainsbury store. 
Also, what I thought were edible candles to go on top of the cakes I intend to bake next week. It turns out they are real candles. Humph! Still, I think that Jenny might like these for one of the socials she arranges for other folks?
Got in and had a wee-wee. (This practice seemed to continue in repeat-mini spurts for hours?).
I took this photographicalisation of, I presumed a lady or chap was going off to work early morning.
me
I didn’t pull put the connecting tube correctly, and as I walked to fetch the milk from the refrigerator, I yanked the flipping sphygmomanometer off of the counter! What a nebech! Chipped a bit of the casing and scratched parts of it.
Then, another 
I alighted from the vehicle and limped to the surgery.
Called into the Lidl store. Bought two cobs, some iced cones, tomatoes mini-capsicums and Mini Weiners. Paid on the self-serve checkouts without any hassle.
I got off and walked over the road using the pelican crossing and to the Wilko store.
A couple of hours later, I removed the dressing Nurse Nichole had kindly put on my arm. To reveal a right mess and mishmash of odd marks and bruises.
So tired now and feeling unwell for some reason again.
I’m not keen on these light nights of Spring and Autumn.
og, just as the alarm went off to remind about collecting the washing.
Oh, ‘ecky-thump. What a messy evacuation and long drawn out cleaning up session had to be done! Humph!
Got the washing out and folded, then into the bag.
I popped out of the foyer door, I was going to take a photograph of the complex’s buildings, but it was far colder than it looked out there. So I pictured the scaffolding instead. Oh, I am getting nesh nowadays! What I also noticed it is now getting lighter sooner in the mornings. Which happens every year at this time, but for some reason, I seem to be surprised by it? Klutz!
As I was changing back from shoes to slippers again, I took this picture and observed there were droplets of blood between my feet.
I took this photographicalisation of the complex on the way to the shed. Deliberately trying to get all three units in the frame.
I got the nosh sorted early, while I still felt up to it.
Did the Health Checks, had a wee-wee and got the pots washed.
Climbing out of the rubbish-strewn recliner to go for a wee-wee, I stood on a bag of cheese-curls that I was unaware of. ‘Bang’ the bag popped open and sprayed crumbs all over the carpet! Being so early in the morning (0300hrs) and not wanting to be like that Noisy Herbert who lives above me and disturb others, I did not use the hoover to clean the mess up. The old brush and dustpan were put into action
Updated this blog to here, and then went to make another brew.
I ambled along Chestnut Walk alongside the hedges behind the car parking slots.
Half-way to town, I took this shot from the bus window, but it was not of the area I intended to shoot. What a schmuck!
Had a walk around the few stalls that were not closed down. 
Made my way to the Slab Square.
Took this snapshot of the Council House Little John clock and dome.
Nora (I hope I haven’t got her name wrong) was sat reading her newspaper, and I sat behind her. The driver stalled the electric powered bus as he moved off. I think he might need to master the brake applying too. Talk about getting knocked about each time he had to stop. Nice chap though, friendly nature.
After doing and failing with the new crossword book, I noticed my hands had gone multi-shades of reds?
Got the sandwiches made up and chips, tomatoes added.
Oh, I nearly forgot about the ban on my mentioning anything communication-wise between NCH personnel and me on my blog! Sorry, Tsk!
I went to make another mug of tea, still feeling a bit pensive and anxious without knowing why.
Sorted the refuse bags and took them out with me as I left.
I crossed over Chestnut Walk and turned to take this photographicalisation of the flat blocks.
wedding and Cup Final?
In the thickets I got myself disorientated; All right, lost! Had to double back to get to find the train. It had been built and placed on the British Railway’s actual train line that used to run through the park years ago.
I wanted to make some witty comment about it, but they both looked like they were smoking weed. So, I thought that they may not see the funny side, and said nothing to them.
way, and there they were.
I pondered over the memories of years gone by and recalled some of the things I had got up to in each area as I came to it.
my recollections.
A man and wife helped me get back up on my feet, and their dog gave me a good licking. Which I did find amusing, cherished and appreciated.
Sheepishly, flustered and embarrassed, I thanked the man and made my way to the footpath at the top of the park and turned left down past the Tree Copse and back to Woodthorpe Court.
The beans I tried flavouring a little differently this time.
As I was washing up the pots, I noticed the cumulonimbus like clouds had returned to the skies.
Had a bit of luck while making the mug of tea. I spilt some boiling water on my wrist. This made me jump and took me out of my depressive-mode 
I even caught the reflection of my face and camera in this snap of the sphygmomanometer. (Fair enough, I didn’t mean to, Hehe!)
By the time I’d finished the cleansing and got back to the kitchen, the brew had gone cold. So I carefully and warily made another mug of tea.
I took a photo of down below outside. A blind spot, cause I could not see the screen when I took this photograph.
crock-pot.
Had a wee-wee, then went to make another brew. And grand-tasting it was too!
Another nip into the kitchen to inspect the progress of the cooking.
Taking an ‘ordinary Auto photograph of my beloved Copse was easy enough, though. 
I noticed the caked on bird poo on the balcony door windows when I returned to the computer.
A respected carer milked the bank
Did the Health Checks and some more prep work on CorelDraw for WordPress.
hand on the Ottoman, and settled down on the £300 second-hand Recliner, to watch the Cup Final.
The Sys and Dia were a little perkier this morning.
0555hrs: The morning had brightened and lightened a lot earlier than of late. A sign of summer approaching?
After much ingeminating, I got ready and went out into the once again, not-as-warm as it looked sunshine.
Willmott Dixon’s, Del-Boy impersonator, Jay was settled in an armchair, with his mug of coffee or tea.
advantageous masterplan 
Above left is the shot I took through the bus window this morning.
I was feeling well-tired by the time I got into Nottingham Slab Square. Why? I don’t know!
foot, and another gave me shoulder charge! Grumblebug!
I hobbled, the feet are hurting and stinging again, to the Fulton Foods Store and had an amble around. I got bargains here! Don’t suppose that Harry and Meghan will ever know the pleasure or need of bargain hunting?
Then went to the short-dated bargain shop. Got some tiny cans of marrowfat peas, at 10p each and other bits.
Then suddenly so many commuters got off at the Forest site bus stop, the tram was left with only a handful of passengers?
Of course, this was of no concern to his mother sat next to him!
I walked back to the Slab Square and along to the fountains at the far end.
These two young toddlers were enjoying themselves. Even the one in blue who got herself all soaked. Mother was on her mobile phone, so showed little interest.
Got the purchases out of the bag and stored away.
Fodder served up. And it was above average this one. Canned pork knuckle, tasty flavour! Triple fried naughty chips, superb! The bargain cheapo baked beans, highly acceptable!
Had a wee-wee. Got the day clothes and shoes on. Collated and collected the bag of soiled clothing, camera in my pocket and down to the laundry room.
Back down to move the laundry from washer to the dryer. I forgot to take the hoover down with me. Dumkopf!
Got the clobber sorted, folded and into the bag.
Done my best! Huh!
Home Delivery.
I got the veg stew cooking on the crock-pot. I used a bay leave today, fingers crossed it tastes okay.
There was a sudden dull thud-like noise emanated from the kitchen that made me jump, so I went to investigate.
I put the small camera out of the window and took a blind shot off above the frame.
Ablutions tackled. Unfortunately, I managed to cut the mole on my right cheek while shaving, and it took me yonks to get it to stop bleeding.
On the way back to the flat, there was a bit of a nip in the air out there. Although the sky looked beautiful.
leaf, clear vinegar, BBQ powder and tomato puree.
The pulse continues to fall each time this week, I wondered why?
Oh, going out yesterday, I forgot to check the emails to see if they have belatedly informed me, I’ll take a look at Gmail to find out. No, nothing arrived, as if I expected any! Grumph!
I think the day out and the odd lunch yesterday, might have affected the innards. Because the Porcelain Throne evacuation was terribly messy, multi-coloured and loose.
Umbrella (just in case), paperwork-appointment cards, nibbles for the hospital staff, crossword book (if any waiting to be done), bus-pass to get home afterwards and I set off. A cheery chap was in the lift I caught, he is a disabled man who’s not long moved into Woodthorpe Court.
We crossed the road together and started off up the gravel footpath hill, with me in a failed pursuit. By gum he could move, when he’d almost reached the top, I was about half-way up the incline.
Got onto Mansfield Road, and down to the Ring Road.
These simple flowers, struggling to break through to the sun, and the new fencing, seeming to do so much better than their brethren up against the rusty bars?
waiting room. I was pleasantly surprised at how few people were seated there. Got my ticket, 139. The sign showed up a call for ticket 131, so I was not long at all waiting. Time to have a go at the crossword and get no answers to them though. Thicko, at his best!
he did so.
Only had ten minutes to wait for it to arrive. When it did, the young girls forced their way on first.
sight of Chestnut Walk and the apartments.
compound onto the roadway.
Where I spotted some more, more localised Nottingham Street Art, on display outside of the scaffolding. Tsk!
Then it dawned on, that no tenants can get their heads out of the windows anyway, while all the locks are still on. So no one could have been calling my name? What a schlepper!
I got in and did the Health Checks, took the midday medications and made a brew.
. 31-3-18! Gobsmacking innit? The Morrison milk is terrible and off a day before its use-by-date, and the Asda is one, is still alright 2 months after its use-by-date!
I pressed on with sorting things to do the updating. To the clang, bang sounds from Herbert up above. After which just the odd bangs, rattles or clangings persisted for many hours, but not regularly or often.
Got it done and had an email from the surgery. No mention of there not making an appointment for me this week, but, they have done this time, for next week.
Accompanied by Noisy Herbert’s occasional clanging and banging noises, I ate the meal.