Saturday, 5th May 2018
Turkish: 5 Mayıs 2018, Cumartesi
0120hrs: A terrible night for not being able to get to sleep. Gave-up and got-up. Had a wee-wee. Then collated the second bag of washing and accoutrements, and down to the laundry room.
Set the washer going and back up to the apartment.
Made a small mug of tea and started to do the Health Checks. For some unknown to me reason, the sphygmomanometer took me four attempts at starting it before it gave the readings. Kept coming up EE for error. I knew the batteries were not old?
Blimus! The readings had changed this morning! But, thinking about it, I had been up and down a bit with doing the laundry. So this may have affected them.
Another wee-wee.
0158hrs: Down to swap the clothing from the washer to the dryer. The filter had not been cleaned.
Up again to the flat, set the timer to remind me about the laundry drying being done and got on with sorting the photographs for the diaries.
Made a start, up to here in this diary, then I went on to finalise yesterday’s blog.
But ran out of time, as the alarm reminder chirped into life to tell me the drying clothes should be ready for collection.
So, another wee-wee and down in the lift again, and collected the laundry from the dryer.
I pooped… Hahaha! I left this typo-error in, what a comical one!: I popped outside to see how the weather was and found it war with no wind, rain or mist. We are are going to have a spell of hot weather methinks, for the holiday weekend. I checked on the web later. It said the hottest Bank Holiday Monday for donkey’s years is on its way.
Not that I will be going far with no bus service for the flats for two days.
Got back in the apartment, and stored the cleaned togs away. Had a wee-wee and made another small mug of tea, as the last one, I let go cold. Tsk!
Then I finally got around to updating the Friday post.
Onto CorelDraw/Paint to get some urgently needed diary top graphics done.
Six hours later now, and only three done, but they are decent ones, I think.
Made a brew, had a wee-wee and went on the WordPress Reader.
Got the potatoes in the oven.
Did the Health Checks.
Feeling tired now, and a bit low, I don’t like holiday weekends and having no buses servicing the flats for two days.
I sat listening to Herbert’s clattering about, while I waited for the potatoes to be baked.
Removed the spuds from the oven, cut them in halves and took out the flesh from the husks, into a bowl and mashed them up with some extra-strong cheddar cheese and onion salt with vinegar. Flesh replaced into the skins, and forked the top of them, to help get a crispy burnt top. Mmm! Back in the oven and set the timer.
Back to the recliner and boy, did the mind ramble and fret, then. I allowed myself to get feeling pitiably sorry for myself, angry at injustices, hatred for the way the world was losing any sense of morality and my being stuck indoors for three days.
A message came through, asking for help. No idea what with, but I knew the names and rang the number given. Luckily it was okay and not a con. The person is coming to see me on Tuesday, with hopes from him and me, that I can give some aid with his problem.
This delay meant the moment I rang off off the phone, I could smell the burning potatoes.
As it turned out, they were burnt spot-on how I like them. Phew! A great flavoured, 9.45/10 rated meal! With the cheesy roast spuds being relished as I gobbled them up. Ate the lot, everything. Not a crumb left on the plate.
I felt very content inside as I went off to utilise the Porcelain Throne. As I was leaving the wet room after washing up, Dizzy Dennis paid me a violent visit. This proved to be one of worst he has ever affected me. I didn’t go over, but this was I think, due to the fact, that I sat down and stayed down and did the breathing thing.
This was the end of my active day. I remained in that chair, the mind in a muddle all night long, getting some sleep in hours later, but only about three hours worth.
Sunday, 6th May 2018
Better day of the two, by far!
Spiritualistic Dream? Hehe!
Around 0330hrs, I woke with a start, with bits of a dream apparently in my head. I immediately scribbled some notes on the pad to use later, while the recollections were obtainable before they evaporated into the ether.
The brain eventually interfaced grudgingly with the body (in a fashion), with a certain inertia.
As I positioned myself for escaping from the £300 second-hand recliner, I prayed that the adiaphorous Dizzy Dennis would not return again, this morning. Getting to my feet, I was temporarily gladdened to find no indications of dizziness as I carefully (Obviously not careful enough) walked into the kitchen to do the Health Checks. Unfortunately, I stubbed a toe on the shelving units on the way there. Huh!
I must try to get out today for a hobble: I might go to the Woodthorpe Grange Tropical House. This may help the blood flow and make the chances of another attack from Dizzy Dennis less likely?
Got the kettle on, and sorted the Health Check paraphernalia out. The hemadynamometer took three tries to get it to work.
The resultant readings seemed well within range again today.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. No drama, hassle, bleeding or pain was involved in this evacuation.
Washed the pots from last nights nosh.
Got the computer on to update this diary.
I consulted the notes I’d made for last nights dream as I made the top graphic.
I started off in the old control room where I last worked, with the foyer for the flats on the monitor. The fact that it was many years after I was in the Control Room before being made superfluous before I knew of these flats, everything seemed to me to be normal. Seeing the ghost or spirit on the screen, I put my hand through the monitor to try and grab it? – Next thing, I was in my apartment looking at the TV and the old control office? – Then, this ghost appeared in the room, an old lady who spoke! She told me that embroidery (Or needlework, something like this) is very relaxing? – Next, I was back in the old control room, and it was full of ghosts milling about, but no one else could see them… Very odd!
Went to make another small mug of tea, and off went the grey-cell holding box, fretting, fearing, worrying, anticipating and predicting.
The need for a wee-wee helped me to reign in its meanderings.
Especially when things needing cleaning up and the anti-bleed Daktacort cream applying.
0415hrs: Back to the computer and made a start on this Sunday bit of the post.
Off for another wee-wee. Huh!
0630hrs: I took this photo with the old small Nokia from the kitchen window. It shows the Nottingham City Hospital in the background.
I loaded it into CorelDraw and saved it as 32bit instead of 24bit format, and it came out a lot clearer than usual.
The stomach, has started grumbling and rumbling a bit?
Went on to the WordPress Reader page. No comments had come in, so none to reply too (See how quick I worked that one out? Hehe!).
Off to the ablutionisationing session. All went well, no cuts shaving, Harold’s Haemorrhoids not bleeding, and Inchies lesion easier to clean and medicate this time. The shower head needs looking at, blocking up a little.
Got the waste bags sorted and took them with me and dropped them off at the chute, as I left.
The usual grubbing about to make sure I’d got everything needed before I left the flat, and checked things were not left on or off that shouldn’t be; like lights, power sockets, cooker and taps. And off I trundled.
I hobbled around the back of the apartment buildings and took two photographs of the current condition they are in. I shot the second one so you could see the new buildings progress, for the 44 Extra Care flats and the Wehrmacht Wardens offices and HQ. Oh, and the rooftop seating.
Coming along slowly, but it all looks like they know what they are doing. These workers are very skilled (Particularly in ruining the carpets in flat 72 with wet plaster), And they are to return to finish off the job on the gaps and holes in the window frames, and broken pelmets soon. But they generously told me they would come and take a look at the state of the carpets for me. That was three weeks ago, but I am still hopeful they will get around to me. Should I have mentioned this? Or is it ‘Not Done or acceptable?’
The weather was sunshine with little wind. But of course I could not take advantage of the sun, and wisely I kept the skin covered up. Still enjoyed the walk, though. My neighbour was playing football with one of his grandkids at the dead end of Chestnut Walk, near the cut-through onto Woodthorpe Grange Park. We exchanged greetings, and I made my way up the beaten path and into the field.
I found myself treading with care to avoid standing on the most glorious to me, new Spring flowers in the sunshine.
As I made the way up the hill, I decided to walk there and back under the trees and through to the topiary growth area, via the paths available. To afford me some little protection from the full blare of the sunshine.
It really was a most pleasant limp-along. I could just hear some shouting, and it took me a while to locate where it was coming from.
I was surprised that I could hear it, for it was emanating from way-away at the top over the footpath on the football pitch. A ladies football team train and play on this ground, and whoever the bloke with the voluminous voice, he was giving some vocals. Hehe!
I pressed on savouring the peace, enjoying seeing the others enjoying themselves and I felt a little elated for some reason?
As I walked through the last bit of tended garden area before the entrance to the Garden Shop and Tropical Garden, I thought I could smell Bdellium in the air? Now there is something! I could remember the smell, but not the name, I had to look that up. Many years ago when I was at night school, training for my Grocers Institute Award, some Bdellium was brought into the meeting hall as part of the course, and I have never it seems, forgotten the beautiful aroma from it. I think it used to be used in making soap products and fresheners? Again, as I recall, the tutor said it came from Myyrh trees. I didn’t know these grew in this country, do they? Whatever it was, it reminded me strongly of smell, then, 
anyway. I don’t know why I bothered saying all that – it’s not earth-shattering, essential or imperative news, is it? Hahaha!
I went around the flower oval, up the hill and into the Garden Centre. There were many thousands of seedlings if that is the word?) all over, in any free space they had, including the front of the Tropical House, as well as the many large glasshouses all being in use for this job.
I notice some delicate white flowered little plants and fell in love with them straight away. They were Commelinaceae, of course. The proper name of Tradescantia Fluminensis, from South America, everyone knows this. Even I did as soon as I read the card stuck in the soil. Hehehe! No idea why I took a shine to these in particular?
Two ladies and a young boy were the only 
other visitors with me in there.
The lad nearly fell into the goldfish pond! Bless him! He was not in the least fazed by this, but his Mother was!
I tried to take a photo of the fish that included a brown carp, but it didn’t come out too well I’m afraid.
Then I saw these red-flowered plants that were growing alongside the edge of the pond. Unfortunately, there was no interpretive sign near them to identify them with. Rare but beautiful!
The heat in there forced me to leave before I’d had a proper look around. Not that I minded, for it leaves me with the option of a return visit when there are no buses available again later 
in the month.
After I left the centre and started to walk back the way I came, I got myself underneath a blossom tree of some sort (I think) and took this picturesque shot of leaves and old warped branches. At times, I can understand people talking to trees. In fact, I had a one-sided gossip with this one. (Haha!)
As I hobbled through the unkempt park of the layout, which incidentally is my favourite bit of the park, I could hear the barking voice again.
It came from the football pitch in the distance. Off course, I couldn’t make out what the chap was shouting, but was amazed I could hear the man’s voice from so far away.
A few yards further down the hill, and, got that 
smell of the Bdellium in my nostrils again.
I got underneath an ancient warped, deformed tree, thinking this was where the scent came from, but no, it wasn’t. I never smelt it again anywhere on the walk home. I took out the hearing aids, and the stroll seemed more peaceful than ever.
I took a belated zoomed-in shot of the old 
Manor House, now Nottingham City Council’s offices.
About 2/3rds of the way back when and Sister Jane rang on the mobile. Amazingly it was clear to listen to, and I only had to asked her what she said about four times.
We had an excellent nattering session all the way back, down the hill into the building and into the lift…
I got in the lift and was listening to Jane telling me off about something or other, oh, no, I tell a fib, she was saying how she and Pete went out the other night into town, wining and dining I think. Anyway, I stood there in the elevator harkening to her, and it dawned on me, this lift is taking a long time… then the door opened, and a lady got in. I realised then, it was still on the ground floor and I had not pressed the button for the 12th floor! What a shlemiel. Hehe!
Said our cheerios, and got in the flat, straight to the wet room for a wee-wee.
Got the oven warming to use later for the chips. I’d decided on oven chips, canned pork knuckle and tomatoes for the nosh.
Computer turned on and spent three hours updating this diary up to here.
Went to make another small mug of tea, and noticed a young couple taking advantage of the excellent weather, just below the bottom of the tree copse. Right on the mowed footway. Ah, memories!
I used the Lumix and tried a really zoomed-in shot after taking the normal one. I think there is a way of setting it up to use the macro, (Not sure what this means, but I believe it is for close-up shots) which may or not, have produced a better zoomed shot? But, this fact is irrelevant, cause I can’t work out how to find the option to use it anyway. What a sad Schlump I be!
Had a go on the WordPress Reader section.
I was feeling well stonkered and exhausted suddenly. So sorted the nosh and tucked into it, an excellent one it was, too.
Bit of clanging about from Herbert up above, but it was only for a short time.
Again sleep was reluctant to come, so I put on the Heartbeat DVD. Got a few minutes into the episode, and had to get off to the wet room to tend to the fungal lesion that had started to leak blood. I got it stopped with surprising ease this time.
Back to get the head down again. Eventually achieving the blissful state of sleep mode!
Made a brew and took the medications
The woolly hat situation was bothering me again. So I had a sauntering session around the other rooms, just in case I might have had a noctambulation and not remembered and left the hat somewhere; although waking in the very similar position to that which I was in at my hypnagogic state, would indicate this is not the case, surely?
I had to nip sharpishly back to the Porcelain Throne room. Only Just in time too, blimey talk about a close call! Phew! 
I gave up trying to work on the diaries and went to check on the CorelDraw to see if it might be the computer that was slowing everything down for some reason. CorelDraw was working normally. I turned off the Liberty-Virgin box and did a few minutes prep-work on some graphics.
I intended to try the find the route to the local surgery. Just in case they will accept me as a patient, to see if it is easily accessible.
Sherrington Park Medical Practice.
stolen the Fire Extinguishers last week from the front lobby and lift area, that still No residents were walking been replaced?
earlier?
same way. Humph!)
I pressed on, thinking that if I took a right at the bottom of the road, I would be well positioned to come out somewhere near the doctor’s establishment.
the road.
Salvation presented itself to me, as a man, woman and dog appeared across the road.
They kindly stopped well ahead of me at the end of the road, and I could see the lady saying something to me, but not hear what it was. Then the lady pointed, and I knew she meant it (The doctors), was here. I put up my thumb in thanks.
I thought I’d nibble a couple of the sugar-snap peas I’d taken with me. As I stood up from grubbling in the bag for the peas and looked up, I was surrounded by people; patients and nurses! The gentleman with his face blanked-out asked me not to show his face. So I respected his request.
I walked down the hill and up it to the Continental Store in Sherwood.
around for a while.
Half-way up, before the really steep part of the road is to be tackled, I stopped a couple of minutes, to rest the plates-of-meat.
Getting close to the last really steep part of Winchester Street and the petrichor from the overgrown bushes that had forced their way through the fencing to arrive at the sun was lovely to smell.
I stopped at the top when I reached Chestnut Walk and took a photo of the welcoming sight that greeted me.
As I walked, well, limped, well, hobbled back to the flat, I noticed how well the Willmott Dixon lads had done with the under-cladding fitting to Woodthorpe Court. I reckon they had done another three floors, judging by the colouring of the outer walls.
Making a mug of tea and I took this picture out of the kitchen window, and it inaugurated me speculating when I looked at it while resizing it.
I got the spuds in the oven and returned to the computer, to close it down.
The readings all looked good to me.
0300hrs: Time to return down to move the washing into the dryer.
Got the gear out and folded ready to go into the bag, cleaned the filter and washed the inner drum.
Got the washing stored away. Then onto the computer to make a start on this post. While sorting the photographs out to use, I found the picture of last nights nosh!?!?! A delightful effort that I really did enjoy and gave a 9.3/10 rating to. The crock-pot cooked pork shoulder slices with red onions tasted just grand!
I stopped to make a small mug of tea, after taking a wee-wee.
One of the ready meals had split open in transit. Luckily it was in a bag with the other meal and nothing else. Huh!
to the slow-cooker. Adding some BBQ cooking sauce to the water. Put it on the low setting and turned it on.
The weather was free of precipitation and not cold at all, as I meandered along Chestnut Walk. (Cursing the yesterday’s rain and my getting soaked through, the shoes filled up with water, and now the feet are giving me some gip!)
I could see the Willmott Dixon lads working away up on the hoist outside Woodthorpe Court flats as I made my way back home.
Checked the crock-pot, a quick stir, it had to be quick so as not to allow too much heats to escape and ruin it and increased the setting to Auto. Made a really strong bigger mug of tea, using the Graham’s Gold Smooth Milk I’d ordered for a change. Really good drink! I used the new to me Lumix (But old fashioned) camera to take the photo.
Got the meal prepared.
Made a small mug of tea and utilised the sphygmomanometer.
The Spotty Maldooners were still on my chubby, dimpled face cheeks. But again like yesterday, they did not seem so raw or bright.
old fool!” look from the nurse.
I made up next weeks dosage pot trays. Stored them away in the drawer, then realised I’d missed off the Naproxen! What a Nebech!
getting back up with great difficulty, after bending to retrieve the contents of the bin from the floor.
Made a beautiful medium mug of Breakfast tea.
Readied myself, and off I poddled to see if Cathy was in the Obergruppefhuresesses hut yet, to ask about the plastering process.
Then, I waded through the puddles and down to the Temporary Brigadeführeresses Wardens Nerve-Centre and Social Shed.
.
As I was cutting though Mansfield Street then up Marshall Street onto Mansfield Road, a slight detour was needed before crossing the road.
bought!
Brolly up and out into the surgery car park, to be greeted once again by the persistent rain.
Out and to the bus stop, to catch in back into Sherwood.
Bad timing, though, I just missed the connection with the L9 bus. But, the rain was definitely getting less and less, turning back into the regular of late, on-off showers.
right onto the footpath that leads down the gravel footpath straight opposite the flat’s foyer doors.
I carefully made my way down the path onto Chestnut Walk.
I put the food away and got the crock-pot on to cook the pork shoulder slices on a low setting. Got oven warming for the potato to be baked later.
airer in the hall.
I nearly got caught by the workmen on the outside hoist, showing me wearing me PP’s when I went into the spare room to get my jammy bottoms. Despite all the hassle of these upgrading works, it does give us a laugh now and then!
Feeling a bit like I was about to come down with a cold, I took extra paracetamol with the evening medications.
I went to check on the food again and observed that the rain had stopped altogether now.
1700hrs: Feeling a bit rough and weary now.
Where I made the third small mug of tea this morning, both the first two went cold! Tsk!
I heard one heck of a noise, that seemed to have come from the hallway area. It sounded like an elongated crunching noise, similar to stones being crushed
Sorted the three bags of recyclables and waste rubbish bags and took them to the waste chute.
The place filled up with residents after a few minutes. Much laughter and gossiping ensued between them all.
I caught the bus into the City Centre.
I got this picture while the bus shot passed the Victoria Centre.
I got off the bus on Queen Street and walked down and through the Slab Square.
and I was getting dirty looks from some as I took this picture.
Paid-up on the self-serve tills.
As I did so, a bloke on his mobile walked into the back of me! He apologised and helped y pick up the bag he’s knocked over and put the items back into the carrier with me.
I made my way up the Flying Horse Walk shopping alleyway.
A little further along, I called in ‘The Cheese Shop’, because I espied some appetising looking Melton Pork Pies inside.
I walked up South Parade and got to the end of Clumber Street. I stood under a tree and prevaricated deeply!
merit, and took my money and wished me a good day.
effort.
Halfway up the street, I took this effort of the Council House dome and Little John’s clock. Not too bad, considering I used the tiny Nikon camera I suppose.
I had some to wait for the bus to arrive.
Putting the purchases and the chaps putting on the insulation to the outside wall kept appearing and disappearing.
Meal prepared.
I got the TV on, in the hopes of falling asleep.
Made a brew in the small mug. 
I got the computer on and consulted the scribbled notes about the dream. Surprisingly, I could remember other bits of the morningmare while reading what I’d written on the notepad earlier: I was working on an old British Railways Central passenger train, kept losing passengers and throwing others out of the carriages. Annoyed by their unruly behaviour. Next second, I was in an open market buying a fruit and veg stall to find all the stock was mouldy and trying to sort out with suppliers to get replacements, but they would not sell to me? Then, back on the train; trouble with the gas lamps in the first-class? Searching for matches – then back to the market stall and found a train line
0825hrs: A quick Hoover over the carpets. Herbert upstairs started clattering a bit at the same time. I hope he doesn’t think I was retaliating. Took the bags to the waste chute.
little carrier bag, with the flakes, Air Wick citrus fresh-air spray on off at £1.50. Yoghourt covered peanuts, a bag of walnuts and some jelly babies and nibbles for the social and raffle on Thursday.
get any.
I walked on to Front Street and made my way to the Asda (Walmart) shop. And did get carried away again, and ended up with the big carrier full of some heavy gear that I purchased. Huh!
As I was leaving the store, an alarm sounded somewhere, and a security guard appeared. No idea what it was about or had happened. But he nearly walked into me in his haste.
For a couple of minutes, Reflux Roger had a go at me, I had to put the bags down until the hard to breathe attack finished. Which only lasted two minutes at most, and Roger Reflux didn’t bother me again?.
Luckily for me, I was concentrating reasonably well at this time. Else, I might have missed the bus. For it arrived at a high rate of knots, five minutes early!
When we arrived at Chestnut Walk at the apartments. Welsh Bill shot off into the cabin, I assumed he was in the same mode as I was; in desperate need of a wee-wee. Haha!
Prepared the meat and vegetables.
I got on with updating this diary.
I got the dressing gown on to counter the flipping cold.
Got the meal prepared.
I found a Nottingham City Homes – Willmott Dixon leaflet had been put through the door, with the message:
The dirty plate and cutlery lay on the side chair, amidst further indications of nocturnal nibbling! I had no recollections of eating anything? But, the cheese curl crumbs told me I must have. Tsk!
No hot water, of course.
The Sys, Dia and pulse were all up a bit at last. Maybe this is due to my getting into a lather about the tap farce and the disappearing into the ether photo of the nosh, before doing these checks?
Back to the computer and had a search around on all the SD cards for the food photo from yesterday. I couldn’t find it but did discover this photo of when I used the lid-opener successfully last night to open the gherkin jar. Then I recalled what I had for the nosh. The label said it was Krakus Pickled Dill Cucumber, but to me they were gherkins. I’d made two sourdough bread sandwiches of Pork Knuckle, and had tomatoes, the gherkin, and seasoned sliced potatoes as well. Memory man, I’m not!
Off for another trickle-with-pain wee-wee. Tsk!
I’ve never had the Sys so low, or the Dia so high! And the pulse has gone down a fair bit too?
The shakes returned, so I was not going to medicate the lower regions yet, too risky!
Had a go on Facebooking. But could not stick at it too long, it was holding and freezing a bit. Drove me mad.
So I risked making another small mug of tea.
I took a photo out and upwards through the kitchen window, took it blind, and it wasn’t too bad. I caught the reflection of the clouds in the glass and the actual nebulousness in the background. Good job I do not have Illyngophobia!
Nosh ready, got it laid out on the metal blue tin plate. The chips were terrible, good colour but savourless. The Shepherds pie even blander. Tomatoes were okay. Sliced apple okay. As for the lemon mousse, I woke up later with it in my dressing gown pocket unopened?
I then tried for the first time, to get the big camera out through the limited space in the window opening, to get a view towards the City Centre and include the flats and car park.
I noticed when I opened the curtains, that the base of the balcony bottom had many lumps missing from it.
Which reminded me of the letter received with the DVT result and monitoring record. It explained how they are starting to install the render to my beloved Woodthorpe Court block. The process involves fixing the insulation to the walls. (Whatever that means) The duration of the work will be short, but they are aware of the drilling noises will sound be ‘quite loud’. I wonder what quite loud will be? And how long is the ‘short period’ going to last? Humph! But, the Community Centre (Obergruppenfurheress Wardens HQ) will be open during working on this task. This can’t be helped, but I bet the poor sods get some moans thrown in their direction. Haha!
Off for another (but shorter this time) wee-wee. (Fancy that, Hehe!)
Took the black bags to the waste chute, and set off.
As I poddled limpingly (Hernia Harry was giving me some hassle at this stage) along the road, I espied the odd-looking item near the car in that I spotted earlier and photographed from the kitchen window. It was clingfilm, from the industrial rolls. I used this when I worked at Carters in Kegworth, many years ago.
Up along Chestnut Walk to the end.
I pressed on down the Winchester hill, as the rain, well, showering started again.
I limped down onto Mansfield Road. Looked in the fruit shop, but everything looked tired, and withern (A bit like me? Hehe!), so I did not bother going inside.
the bottom of the receipt barred the following from this Voucher Offer: Fuel, postage stamps, baby milk, lottery purchases, gift cards, vouchers, first-stage baby milk, phone cards, in-store concessions, cigarettes, tobacco, PayPoint, mobile phone top-ups, saving stamps, medicines, prescriptions, and carrier bags. No change given!
Up over the hill and down to park entrance.
Pressed on up to the footpath on the right that leads down to the flats, passing the tree copse.
By the time I’d got down to opposite the work decorated hoists and scaffolded Woodthorpe Court foyer, the rain had returned.
I got sorted and settled, down in the £300 second-hand recliner and noticed the food tray had been left on the other chair – thought soddit, and got my head down.
0325hrs: I woke up with, action stations, panic mode and fear-of-embarrassment modes all operational! I had to release my bladder contents with urgency. Detaching my bulbous frame from the £300 second-hand recliner proved to be a painful effort, with my doing it so quickly. Off to the wet room for my wee-wee. This proved to be an inconcinnity ridden activity, that took a never-ending period of significant duration in getting it to stop. Huh! A tinge of red to the evacuated liquid. I must remember to mention this to the nurse.
During which, I got an email from the doctors. It read as in the snipped picture.
Time shot-by. I made a quick start on this blog as far as here. Then got the midday Health Checks done. The 
Woke up two and a half hours later and got the last Health Checks done.
0445hrs: Woke in the now usual state of mind-confusion of self-questions. Why have I woken up so late? What day is it? Naughty Duodenal Donald Ulcer was giving me a lot of bother again. Morrisons, Social Hour…
Sys and pulsation up a bit, at last.
Did some comments and the Morrison delivery arrived.
Also, some of the things did not have much shelf-life left on them! Grumph! The chestnut mushrooms only had until tomorrow. The Scottish Bread just two days, and Polish Sourdough bread the same.
I got off on Upper Parliament Street as yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist used the pedestrian crossing.
I had an unpremeditated hobble
I did notice they were selling ready-slashed jeans? This confused me.
I left the shop and hobbled across the Slab Square and down Exchange Walk, calling in the stationery retailer to purchase some ringed notepads to replace the ones I spilt my tea over the other day. Tsk!
semi-sneer and grunt at me. I paid up and made my way back to the Slab Square.
As I got to King Street, to go up to Queen Street and the priceless-to-me L9 bus stop, it became apparent why the three imitation police officers were there. In case whatever emergency the two fire tenders in this picture were attending needed people moving out of the way?
Up to the top of Queen Street and to the bus shelter.
Again I missed getting wet in the heavy precipitation.
Apart from Duodenal Donald, it seemed that all the ailments were
Got in the foyer and to the flats at 12.44hrs, as indicated on the electronic information board.
I got up and in the flat and got the Health Checks done. Took the meds.
Got the nosh prepared, not that this one took much effort.