Friday 13th April 2018

Maori: Rāmere 13 Paengawhāwhā 2018

1230hrs: I woke with an unnatural for me, firm determination and purpose, to rise and get the laundry done! I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner with no bother from Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna or Duodenal Donald. (I know, it surprised me as well!).

The seemingly aeviternal damp wetness from the bleeding lesion was still with me, though.

By 1237hrs, I was on my way down in the lift to the laundry room.

Number two elevator was working, but the one that was noisy yesterday was not. I think when I was chatting to Cyndy at the social hour yesterday, I joked about the noise being like Heavy Metal Music; She said she had reported this. She got some action, bless her.

New notices, one in the lift, the other on the notice board.

The electronic information sign indicated 0045hrs: 5°c outside and drizzle. Drizzle, well fancy that. Hehe!

Into the laundry room, and noticed that someone had apparently left their washing in the machine. It had been dumped by someone on the draining board. I think a lot of us old uns have done this, forgetting about the laundry. But thought whoever moved it out to get theirs in, might have folded the clothes instead of just bundling them on the drainer.

Got the washer going, and back up in the elevator.

I got the photographs prepped for using in yesterdays diary updating.

Got the Health checks done.

Had a wee-wee.

Went for a wee-wee. Had to cleanse around the lower regions and cream applied after cleaning off the dried and fresh blood.

Back down again, to move the clobber from washer to the dryer.

The filter had not been appropriately cleaned, bits of grit and fluff had spilt into the drum. So I cleaned that up and around the door area.

Before going back up, I popped outside to take a photo to the left then right of the foyer doors.

In the flat, I got the computer on and began to update the Thursday diary.

What a performance! It took me ages to get the stuff done on the graphics. But it did improve later.

Got the diary finished and posted off, then made a start on this one, but within a couple of minutes it was time to go down to retrieve the laundry.

I hadn’t noticed this sign on the foyer outer-doors before. A bit late to put up now after eight months? Maybe something had taken place that is being kept from us again?

I emptied the dryer and got the clothing folded, cleaned the filter and casing. Got the things in the bag.

Then, cleaned the drum and door.

No odd socks! Haha!

Made my way up to the twelfth floor, and noticed that the new windows in the recess areas where they had replaced the wooden slats, had now been covered by a board?

Into the apartment and got the washing stored away.

Made a brew. It was terrible, bitter, sour. I checked the milk after throwing the drink away. That seemed okay. Another of the many mysteries of the chiropterophilous, cold-uncladded Woodthorpe Court!

I pressed on with this diary up to here. Then visited the WordPress Reader.

Made a TFZer Graphic and posted it off.

Got ablutions tended to.

Doing the medicationalisationing after the shave, teggies and shower, I tried out the new ‘Care’ haemorrhoid cream. It had a slightly more gellish texture than the other creams. But not so effective at all. Still, I’ve bought the two tubes now, so I’m not going to let them go to waste. The piles were less bothersome than they have been this morning. So I think this ‘Care’ brand will be okay but will have to use the Germoloid one when things are more painful. Not that much relief, mind, but better than nothing.

Sorted the three black bags and tied them up, and took them to the waste chute.

I opened the blinds, to reveal a bird covered window glass on the new balcony entrance windows! Grumph! If it keeps getting poo’d on like this, with the new balcony not being fitted for three weeks yet! And then I might be one of the last ones to be done and able to open the doors to clean it up, it might take a pneumatic drill to get all the droppings off of it! Hehe!

I’ll mention it to Cathy when I talk to her.

The view will soon be obliterated!

I set off for the lift to go down. It took a long while because as I mentioned earlier, there is only the one lift in action today.

The weather was a little bleak, but no cold with it.

Every workman or official of Willmot-Dixon I saw on the way to the hut, had a look of gloom and unhappiness on their faces. I’m not surprised really. What with the bats delaying things and pushing their timetable all-to-cock.

Set off to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens HQ and social shed. I remembered to take the Hyacinth Bucket DVDs to loan Cathy, who was not in the hut. Warden Deana and Julie were the only occupants. Had a chinwag with them.

I sat in the room and was soon joined my two gals I often have a natter with but don’t know their names, Margaret, Welsh William, Mary and Roy. The bus arrived, and I had a ride three bus stops down Winchester Street.

I was feeling somewhat okay physically, apart from pains from the soles of my feet?

I wandered to the Continental Shop and got a loaf of bread and some tinned cooked pork. (The last thing I needed – Bonkers I am!)

Hobbled up to the greengrocers. Got a leek, large potato and leek. Called in the Co-op and bought a TV magazine for next week.

I was walking up the hill to catch a bus into town and was thinking how silly I was to buy the food, just to carry it with me! The most horrible Dennis Dizzy Spell came over me. I took three paces towards the wall and used this as a support. Although it only lasted a couple of minutes and then it abated, it shook me up badly. I was sure I was going to go over.

A lady asked me if I was alright, so I must have looked poorly? I thanked her and said I was fine now. Which I was, just weary of it happening again.

I decided to make my way back to the flats. Walked up Winchester Street Hill. Anne Gyna as I expected, gave me some bother on the road.

I thought about catching the bus up a few stops, but as you can see, I just missed it. Tsk!

I considered taking the shortcut through the backs of the houses, but the state of the pathway put me off.

About a third of the way up the hill, where the wooden fences line the pavement, I stopped to admire the growth of the plants and weeds.

They had forced their way through the fencing and somehow sprouted sticky limbs to cling to the wood!

I took three photos and tried to line them up to show how they had shown such determination to cling to life.

Nature at its finest!

It was if the funny turn had not happened, I was back to my self again.

Got up onto Chestnut Walk. The instant I got on the level ground, Anne Gyna eased off.

Called into the shed, and Cathy was there. So I could hand her the DVDs. We had a chinwag I mentioned the dirty windows. She took my flat number, she’ll see if they can be cleaned from outside. Apparently, many other residents have the same problem.

I thanked the gal, Cathy, and made my way back to the apartment, put the fodder away.

Got the kettle on and did the Health Checks. Sys had shot up, but the pulse had dropped? Took the midday medications along with an extra Methyclothiazide tablet and a Beta-blocker 30g.

Started to update this diary.

The landline burst forth with its ringing tone. It was my old mate Michael. He was on his way to see me. I went down to meet him, and he had brought me some medical stuff, PPs loads of them. This was a fantastic gesture, and I appreciated it so much. He could not stay long but had a mini-natter, and off he had to go. Saying he will try to get to visit next week and stay longer. I thanked the lad and off he went. A true pal. Each time I see him, he raised my spirits, Bless Him.

Got the meal prepared. I’m no gastrosopher, but I demolished this little lot off, and so enjoyed it. The battered onion rings and Morrison Pork Pie with some gelatine inside were both worthy of a mention in despatches tastewise. The peas were terrible, as was the egg. The beetroot was okay and the apples tasty for once. The highlight was the fresh continental sliced loaf and Anchor butter. I’ve not had any bread for a while, and this went down so well. Rated at a 9.2/10 overall.

I did the washing up and checked on the TV magazine to see what was on. This was when I realised that I had bought two TV magazines for the same week. My having forgotten that  I purchased the first one. (What a Shlub!) Still, I can leave it on the table in the reception, and someone might take it.

As for watching any TV, yet again, once more I fell to sleep at the first set of advertisements came on. Tsk!

Could I please make a request for each of my favourite TV Freeview channels to show the following to finish before 1700hrs each day. Hustle, New Tricks, Open All Hous. Last of the Summer Wine, Hetty Wainthroppe Investigates, Red Dwarf, Dads Army, Auf Wiedersehen Pet, The Blue Planet, All animal documentaries, Pie in the sky, The Good Life, The A-Team, Star Trek original, Keeping up appearances, Jonathan Creek, Frost, Heartbeat, and any Steven Seagal, Clint Eastwood, Denzil Washington, Bruce Willis, and Norman Wisdom films, please.

Also, can you put sub-titles on them as well if you don’t mind? Thank You.

 

Tuesday 10th April 2018

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 10 Ebrill 2018

0400hrs: Great Balls of Fire! Five-hours sleep, no wee-weeing, no nocturnal nibbling, no somnambulating as far I could recall and no uhtcearin. A phenomenal unbroken five-hour kip!

I pandiculated gently, and Duodenal Donald let me know he was in a bad mood. Then, As soon as I moved my short-overweight flobby-body, to commence removing it from the ‘plastered with plaster by the plasterer’ £300 second-hand recliner; the innards began to rumble, with a difference. No indications for the use of the Porcelain Throne came with the grumbling insides? The movement made it far worse, and I would not be surprised if the intestines didn’t explode later. Tsk!

So, from waking in almost high-spirits, within seconds, these pleasant sensations dissipated into the ether. Tsk!

The flat was not very warm, apart from the kitchen, which was showing 69°c on the thermometer? I checked to see if I’d left the oven on, but I hadn’t.

I tended to the Health Checks next.

All were looking good I thought. The pulse had gone up a bit at last. The weight had also gone up a little. Humph!

I’ll have a good hobble later on. I might go to Arnold on foot, to get some nosh from Asda, or not maybe, perhaps, possibly. With my luck, someone will call from Nottingham City Homes or the Willmott-Dixon Demolition… I mean builders. (Or do I? Hehe!)

Made a brew of tea and took the morning medications. No indications of any imminent arrival of any need for the Porcelain Throne, and the bubbling within remains churning away. But it feels so different to the usual warning-sign gurgle. No messages about this from the EQ, but I sensed a new problem or ailment might soon visit me. Hello, I just typed this, and one phenomenal escapage of wind blasted out from the rear-end – it almost lifted me up off of the chair. Hehe!

I got the computer on and updated the Monday post, then posted it off to WordPress. Checked the emails.

A go on the WordPress reader next.

Getting ready for the ablutionisationing, and had a change of heart about walking to Arnold for the shopping.

The rain was heavy and looked set-in!

Going through to the wet room, I espied another leaflet from Willmot-Dixon demolition team, no, Building Team.

Oh, dearie me! More hassles! Still, no blame attached to anyone here.

These new marks on the lower right arm had appeared overnight it seems.

Finished the cleaning up and went to update this post to here.

Things in the bag, including the umbrella, and set off to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens HQ and Social Shed, to keep dry, while I awaited the arrival of the L9 bus.

I got to the door, and had to rush back to the Porcelain Throne! A decent evacuation, not too messy. Bits of blood from both ends, mind, but hardly enough to be worth mentioning. However, lots of wind of hurricane proportions accompanied the torpedo-like escapage.

Washed-up and set out of the door and opened the hall entrance door to be met by a Willmot-Dixon worker’s implements. All tidily stored along with some windows the lad was about to install somewhere.

Saw the chap and greeted him with a Good Morning and got one back in return

Down in the elevator and out into the dim drizzle and puddles on Chestnut Walk. It was not cold with the weather at all.

Half-way along, a break in the rain allowed me to take this rather interesting shot of the new building works in between the two old blocks.

They will have earned their money by the time this gets finished.

Heck of a job they have on here. Now that more Pipistrelle bats have been discovered; their schedule will have gone all to pot. But, no one believed me when I said I saw a bat months ago, did they? They just scoffed at me! Oh, yes, I remember! Thought I was being awkward or teasing them they did! Hehe!

I Hobbled down to the Social Shed, Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana and Oberstleutnantess Warden Julie were busy in their office. Poor things always are.

I stood near Welsh William and Roy to collect my daily put-downs. Haha, only joking… am I? Some other residents joined us, including Cyndy and we had a chinwag and laugh.

Out to the bus stop and I got on the Bestwood bus with many others, who all got off in Sherwood. Cyndy was off to Mansfield for a days shopping. Naturally, I stayed on the bus. I got out the crossword book, but the grey-cells were reluctant to function. Tsk!

I only got as far as the Ring Road traffic Island, when I put the book away and gazed out of the bus windows until I arrived in Arnold.

The shopping parade was drenched in rainwater.

I went into the Chambers butchers to have a look what their home-made roast belly-pork slices looked like – if they had any of course. They did, small slices and very lean for a change. So I purchased 6 slices for £3.29; not cheap, but they are a luxury and treated myself.

I walked to the Boyes Store, to see if they had some haemorrhoid cream on sale. They hadn’t any, but I still came out £9.99 lighter and with a full carrier bag. Foot spray, shoe spray, three tablets of Yardley lemon scented soap at £1.29 each. Again costly, but this is my most favourite of all soaps. Another self-treat, Huh, spoiling myself here and Vitamin B tablets. Also, I spotted some Plants-in a Tin. You just add water, and they grow. An excellent original idea I thought for Jenny and raffle prizes if she wanted to.

Then to the Saver shop next door to Boyes shop, to look for haemorrhoid cream in there. They had some of the Care branded I had ordered from Morrisons. But, the same size at only 99p a tube. Much cheaper than the Morrison one. I also got a pack of tuck-in PPs and a roll of black refuse bags. I had to another bag now to carry the stuff.

Off then to the Asda-Walmart store. Where I spent an even more significant fortune! Gullible Sillytonian me! Lemon desserts, grated cheese, a red onion, a small turnip, a large tomato, TV magazine, three ready-made meals, potato scones and cakes and some cheese curl snacks.

When I was paying the lady at the checkout the £17.48 I owed her, I had a funny-wobbly turn. Thank heavens, it didn’t last long, but I cannot remember paying the lady or leaving the shop? Or getting to the bus stop for that matter. I was in the shelter, and the rain was pelting down when I came around as if to put it.

But I felt fine, just a bit of lost memory?

The bus arrived after ten minutes or so.

As we approached the ring-road next to the Nottingham City Hospital car park, I took a picture, of what should have been a pigeon flying alongside the front of the bus. But it had gone by the time I pressed the button on the camera. Tsk!

Then blow me the flipping pigeon returned to his bus-escorted duties.

I fumbled to get the camera out again, determined to photographicalise it this time. But no, a bus overtook us and hid the bird from view! Ah-well!

Up and on to Mansfield Road and the Sherwood stop. Where several tenants boarded the bus.

Got to the flats and I legged it along with a Roy and another bloke and a lady tenant back to the apartments and up the lift.

As I got out of the lift, I noticed the Willmott-Dixon lads had all but finished installing the windows in the lift foyer area. They had replaced the old full open grills in the outer wall, with the windows.

Far less blowy and cold there now. I assumed this job had been done now, while the team are prevented from doing the cladding.

Another flyer was found stuck in the letterbox.

Had a wee-wee and did the Health Checks.

I got myself in the flat and sorted out the day’s purchases. Trying not to think of how much they had cost me, Hehehe!

Not that I was bothered really, me being a millionaire and liar. Haha!

As the rain stopped, an unexpected mist began to descend.

I got on with updating this diary. Four hours later, I remembered about the flower-in-a-can and wanted to take it to Jenny. But could I remember her flat number? No! So I got the cans in a bag and went off to the Obersturmführeress Wardens shed, to see if Jenny was there or get her apartment number. Oberfefrieterss Warden Julie was in the office, up to her neck in work. She gave me the door-number and asked what was in the bag. I showed the flower-in-a-tin. I had a nice chat with Resident Hauptmanness Contact Leader, Cath. Hehehe! She had been Grandchildren sitting for a week. Told me to call in the hut in the morning, and she would contact the Doctors for me about the missing haemorrhoid cream in the prescriptions, for me. Bless her.

I went to see Jenny. She liked the flowers.

When I got back to flat and went to make another brew, I noticed that the kitchen door handle had all scuff and scratch mark on it?

I don’t recall them being there before.

I got the oven warming up and then continued updating this post.

Getting tired now.

Did the last of the Health Checks. Hello, noise from BBJ up above.

I had a perusal of the WordPress Reader.

Got the nosh prepared and set about eating it.

The roast sliced belly pork was good as I have ever tasted! Gorgeous!

I had to grant this nosh a meritoriously deserved 9.35/10.

Went to do the washing up.

The mist seemed settled in for the night.

Down in the £300 second-hand recliner and got the TV on to watch a Hustle episode.

Fell asleep almost immediately and had a dream that was so different to any of the others that I could remember.

I was at St Peter’s Gate, and classifying the destinations for each person as they queued up in a neverending line. I was dressed as a sort of short, plump bald Elf. I had this dream not as if I was in the dream, but instead, as if I was viewing it on a giant screen? I sense there were some famous and notorious folks in the queue, but I’m damned if I remember who they were. Most disappointing.

Saturday 7th April 2018

Filipino: Sabado 7 Abril 2018

0305hrs: For hours, I kept waking after scratching at both of my wrists (Lower arms). Nodding off and repeating the process. Somewhere in there, I even had a dream that I was tearing off my own hands while undertaking a transmogrification of some sort. When I woke, I found the wrists sore, red, curiously painful to touch and irritatingly itchy. I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner like a five-year-old. No twinges or hassle whatsoever Apart from the wrist/arms of course), even Hippy Hilda. This in itself was a baffling-to-me achievement.

To the medical drawer in the kitchen, and got the kettle on, and applied some Germolene to the lower arms. This stung a bit at first, but they calmed down in seconds as I rubbed the ointment in well. The flared-red patches on the wrists soon became lighter. Some disappeared, all became less itchy. Confounded me!

I made a brew of the English Breakfast tea in the small China mug and took the medications.

The sphygmomanometer took three attempts to get it to work. New batteries in it too.

The pulse was still low, compared to what it usually is. The sys was up again.

I suddenly felt shiveringly cold. I expect this was due to either the ghost who steals my odd socks and memory or the Alien who hides things from me. Hehe!

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy evacuation. Tsk!

I started this post of as far as here, then updated the HORRENDOUS Friday Diary. Got it finished by 0535hrs.

Back to updating this one and went on to the WordPress Reader section. Then the comments.

Went on CorelDraw to do some work on the page-top header graphics.

I tied taking a photographicalisation of the skyline, zoomed in. But it did not come out well.

So I then made one of the fronts of the flats below. With Mr Clipboard taking the mistakenly left-in keys, I could not open the window more than a few inches. I could only get my hands outside for a little distance and had to take this photo blind as if to speak.

It came out reasonably good considering, well, I thought it did. If you are one the thousands of Inchcock Today readers, I’m sure that either of you (Hehe!) would spot the difference in this one, compared to all my other pictures of this parking area?

Yes, you’ve got it. The car at the right end had reversed into his space! That’s a first for this place.

Then, Guess What:

Still, why should they not join in with Willmott-Brown, Nottingham City Homes, the Chemist, The Doctor, The plasterer, Noisy BBJ up in the flat above, Duodenal Donald, Whoopsiedangleplops, the Bank and the others in making my life a misery? Grumph!

It came back on, but the signal was feeble and would not let me work on CorelDraw.

I had close down the new version of WordPress and went on the old editor to get the photos on the blog. Then go back to the new one, to use the full alignment option.

Selected some words to use later, this took over an hour. Got the computer back on and:

Thankfully, it returned after a short while this time. At around the speed of a two-hundred-year-old three-toed Venezuelan Sloth with a broken leg.

Went for a wee-wee. As I was washing afterwards, it dawned on me that the wrists and phalanges, as well as the arms, were free of the red marks and the terrible itching. A bit of a problem and poser as to what caused them in the first place? Not fleas I hope!

This insect got me thinking, and I looked up on the web to see if any insects live in concrete or cement. There was one possibility that showed up; The Jumping Springtailed Entomobrya unostrigata. Very tiny and they like the wet. In 1952 a study was done, with this statement given by Dr M Martin. Cited from Bryk, F. (1955:1824) Springtailed Entomobrya-unostrigata. Bites: “Very discomforting mosquito-like skin irritations attributable to collembolans of the genus Entomobrya attempting to bite.” Whatever did we do before the arrival of the internet? Well, if you have Virgin Media supply it… Oh, Stop moaning Inchcock!
With all the opened-up walls around the windows and balconies, holes are revealing the concrete and cement innards at the moment. And with all the rain we have had, you never know. I must remember to ask the other residents if they have suffered anything similar to my itching blotches.

I made a mug of tea again and took a look out of the balcony windows. Even more crap on the outside of them now. If what Doris says is right, that the balconies will not be fitted for another eight months yet. We’ll need to hire an industrial cleaning service to blast them with high-powered steamers with bleach to get them clean! I bet we will not be able to see out them at all, soon. Just a thought.

I revisited the WordPress Reader.

  I went into the drawer in the desk under the computer, to search for a pencil sharpener.

It was most pleasing to find the small steak knife that I misplaced a week or two ago. How or why I put it in that drawer will go in the file with the other mysteries. The Aliens, the Ghosts again perhaps? Anyway, I made another cuppa and wiped off the blood and put a little plaster on the cut hand. What a Shmendrik!

  As I was putting away the medical plasters, I turned as saw what must have been dozens of little insects coming down out of the broken plaster awaited being made right on the sides of the window. By the time I’d got the camera, all bar just one of these created had or were making their way back up and disappearing into the cracks and holes. This one must have been like me, suicidal. Hehehe! Because he or she ran towards me. Looked like tiny beetles of some sort to me.

Moments later a dirty great meat fly was buzzing around the glass in the window. This fly was a bit of a Houdini, and despite my best efforts, he avoided being caught and squashed.

Getting late now, and I still had not got any page-top graphics done, and I was getting tired. However, I had another shot at this task on CorelDraw/Photopaint.

Only two done. Not feeling so good.

Health checks were done.

Got the nosh cooked and prepared.

I’m afraid I overdid the sliced potatoes with cheese on top of them.

But I still ate them all, ultra crispy is the kindest word to use to describe them. Hehe! I even rated this effort as an 8.9/10. About time I made a decent nosh.

Washed up and settled down in the £300 second-hand recliner. The TV had nothing on I fancied watching to send me to sleep. So I put a DVD on, Law & Order UK. Not as effective in sleep-tempting as the TV with its advertisements, but they usually do the trick.

It did!

TTFN each.