Tuesday 3rd April 2018
Dutch: Dinsdag 3 April 2018
0255hrs: I woke and lay there a while to gather my thoughts when the brain joins in with the body and comes to life. The mind united with my blubbery body and cascaded into my head, philosophies, axioms, theories, fears, trepidations and a twitchiness that I have never suffered before. Some form of paramnesia? It took me a while to clear most of these perceptions and unfathomable nervous concerns from my grey-cells.
0305hrs: The extraction of the body-mass from the £300 second-hand recliner was almost effortless and mostly pain-free. (Confusing as to how this can change every day, I seem to wake-up a different person physically each morning?)
Off to the kitchen to have a look what the weather was like. But I could not get out of the new windows to take a decent photo, so I nipped into the spare room to make this one.
Getting the tablets, sphygmomanometer and medications out of the drawer, I dropped the olive-oil dispenser, and the rubber end-squeezer broke, distributing the Olea Europaea as mentioned earlier over the floor. Fancy that, I said! After Sunday’s farce in not being able to get back up after getting on my knees to clean this same floor, I got the mop and bucket, using these to clean-up.
Feeling rather proud of my achievements, I emptied the water from the bucket into the Porcelain Throne and spilt some dirty water over the bowl onto the wet room floor! So refilled the bucket with clean water and disinfectant and mopped up. I might have muttered something along the lines of; Botherations!
Back to the kitchen once more. Made a brew an did the Health Checks
The Sys has come down at last, and the pulsation rate increased a tad too.
Took the medications with a small mug of the Assam tea.
To the computer and made a start doing the updating of yesterday’s blog. Got it finished and posted off to WordPress.
I had a look at the Nottingham Weather forecast for this week.
Seems like showers, thunderstorms, rain and cloudy for this week, then. Fiddlesticks!
Then I started this diary off. I broke off to have a look on YouTube, watched a video on the Grenfell Fire. London Fire Brigade had stopped using the high-rise ladders some months earlier. A spokesman said, they would not have made any difference. Then they said they were going to use them (Long Ladders) again! People were getting phone calls from relatives trapped on the higher floors, with no hope of rescue. One family, who all died, had rung the fire brigade eleven times, each time they were told to stay in their flat and await rescue! Brigade officers all thought people should have been ordered to make their way out. Perhaps some would have been injured or wounded in the ensuing panic, but he felt that fewer people would have become statistics than there was by telling them to stay in their apartments.
This upset me somewhat, naturally. I had tears coming down my cheeks. I closed down the computer and got the ablutions started.
Had a good session. Took the black bags to the rubbish chute.
Noticed the rain was beginning to fall a little as I got ready to leave.
As I was just about to open the door, a knock came from the other side of it.
It was a plasterer-bloke, who asked if he could do the plastering on the balcony window now, cause he’d had been let down with 
arranged appointments.
The plasterer looked so sad. So I agreed and then left the door unlocked and shot off and down in the lift.
Some naughty person had left the fire doors wedged open in the foyer. Tsk!
I went through and outside, the drizzle was trying to come through, and the sky kept going dark as I walked along Chestnut Walk.
I stopped to take a picture of the works around the flats, en route to the Obergruppefurheress Wardens HQ and Social Hut. I remembered there was a meeting later today, one of the instructional ones about new things being fitted.
I pressed on the shack. Where a good few residents had gathered. Jenny was organising things for the meeting later on. Cindy and Eric, Big Bad John, Welsh William and about five others were there. I had a chinwag with the ever heartening Jenny then pulrcritudinic Cindy, I’d remembered to take Cindy’s nibble bar.
The bus came, and as it started to rain, the L9 arrived, so none of us got wet. (But I did not get excited, for my EQ told me things were going to get complicated and harassment would follow. It’s rarely wrong, unfortunately.
Had a go at the crossword on the bus. But gave up, my concentration was not right.
Dropped off on Upper Parliament Street, and hobbled up Broad Street up to Hockley and turned right up to and down Victoria Street.
Some retail buildings at the end of Broad Street had closed down and been vandalised. But the ever-optimistic plutomania-ridden Estate Agents had still placed the For Rent signs up.
The Poultry, where the trams run up and down, (When are haven’t broken down, knocked someone over, had a crash, or had a technical failure, that is of course) and where the ‘Posh Shops’ are. I’ve no idea why, there is insufficient parking for tenants and owners, let alone the shoppers being barred from parking on the street. The shop on the right, well, bar actually, is where the stabbings were last month.
I limped down the road and took this photo of the back of the Little John bell tower.
The drizzle started to come down again, but not enough for me to get the umbrella out yet.
Carried on down to the end of South Parade, and over the road then left down onto Wheeler Gate, to the Poundland store, and had a look around, hoping they may have some Magnesium tablets on sale. Nope! I still ended up spending £9, though. Chocolate Brazil Nut misshapes, chocolate almonds, some nibbles for the Social our handouts, including some half-price easter eggs. Biscuits as raffle prizes, and two packets for myself, of Raspberry jam Viennese at 2 for a pound. And some yoghourt covered peanuts. I also got two large easter eggs for only £2, an Aero and chocolate button one. Oh, and a packet of Earthworm Pellets to feed the Mallard with on the canal.
I exited the shop, and hobbled along to the end of Lister Gate and through the dying Broad Marsh Centre (Mall) and out and over Collin Street and down Carrington Street, over Canal Street and up to the canal.
As I was leaving the centre, a young girl was sat against the wall and asked if I had any money to spare. The unfortunate thing had blotches and spots on her cheeks. I told her no, no money, but I do have an easter egg for you. I handed it to her, her face lit-up and she thanked me. I think the novelty of being given something to eat, cheered her a little.
Apart from the drugged up alcoholic youth who is apparently
a well-trained member of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist Squad, as he rode off of the pavement onto the road without even looking, while drinking from a bottle, not using the handlebars, and undoubtedly unconcerned about the Highway Code. He probably thinks the Highway Code is a new form of Asian Flu. Hehehe!
You can see the last bit of the Broad Marsh Bus Station and car park as it is being demolished.
When I arrived at the Nottingham Canal, I stood a while letting memories flow to and frow. This is the canal that I got thrown into when I was about five or six years old. Although not from this bridge, one further along.
This got me thinking deeper, nearby was the spot I used to wait for Dad to arrive in his British Railway Horse and Dray, then later the British Railways Karrier Bantam articulate lorry and trailer.
I looked over the side of the bridge, to see a bloke sharing a bag of glue with another, and smoking a slightly thick roll-up between them. I thought they were risking things a bit, I felt that adhesive was susceptible to burning?
I moved to the other side of the bank, in case the gentlemen saw me took offence.
There were no mallards about again today. However, the Canada Goose (My sweetheart from Canada, Pattie, told me off for calling them Canadian, it’s Canada), and the pigeons enjoyed the pellets I threw down for them.
I made my way back a different way, through the shopping mall going in from another entrance, into where the Wilko store is. I called in to get some Magnesium tablets. I couldn’t find any, and no one was about to ask. So I went to the pay desk and inquired of the lady there. She went to have a look for some but returned with the news that they do not have any in stock. Shame that, if the hand or leg cramps cone on tonight, I will suffer. She said you can try the shop next to Brighthouse. So, I thanked her and visited the store. Again, I could see none on the shelves. I asked a young lady, and she shouted out for to a youth, in nappies (Well, he was very young, Haha!) to look for me. Negative again. They only had some Magnesium tablet that had Vitamin E in them.
I started to make my way to the other end of the building, to call in the Boots to get some of my tablets, and noticed the Heron Food Store was still open, so I wandered in. Another mistake! I came out with biscuits, biscuit, biscuits (Well they were very cheap!), some nibbles to go in the hand-out box, a box of belly pork and sauce to cook for nosh tonight, some gammon end-bits and some biscuits. Hahaha!
When I got near the Boots store, several officers of the law, (I didn’t realise Nottingham had so many left nowadays) were sectioning an area off from the public. Thus, I never did get any Magnesium tablets, Phuh!
Back into town and caught the Lp bus back to the flats. Met tenant Mary (I think that’s her name, I get confused you know), and we had a natter on the bus back.
Dropped off and called into the Obergruppenfurhresses Hut.
I was still in time Jenny told me, to get to the flat and drop-off my bags the get back in time for the meeting.
So I shot off and to the apartment.
Took this photograph as I hobbled along, feeling in rather a decent mood for once I was indeed.
Getting into the outer hallway to the three flat’s doors, was so disappointing and instantly down-heartening. Worse than that really!
The state of the carpeting was terribly dirty and covered in bits of plaster and its dust, from the plasterer’s workings I assumed.
With trepidation, I entered the flat.
I have made a post about this incident and the effect it had on me, I’ve already posted it, mostly just all the photographs of the mess!
He’d left plaster in the kitchen sink, every carpet had residue, lumps of half-dried plaster and dust all over them!
Curtains left on top of the heater! He even got plaster spilt on my little corner shelf unit. Plaster on the windows. Plaster on the armchair.
Every time I walked anywhere, I was spreading it around and making things worse! I was in a panic!
I spent an hour or so trying to hoover and brush up the dust, deep-set, lumps and granules from the carpet. All I achieved was the hoover battery ran-out, and I slipped when using the scrubbing brush to try an loosen the crap on the floor, bruising my knuckles. Then, trying to get back up again, hit my head on the door frame!
I decided that I must go to Sherwood and try to get some carpet cleaner, and magnesium tablets if I remember too. Even with Duodenal Donald and Dizzy Dennis nagging away at me. (Thanks again to the health-threatening so-called improvement works). Looked like I was getting Nervous-Hives coming back again on the head and face? Humph!
Off to the shed, where I asked for advice on what type of cleaner to get. Jenny and Cyndy suggested Vanish. I told them of the mess. Then set out to hobble to the shop.
I met with Obergruppenfurheress and Obergefreiteress Wardens Dean and Julie further down the road. I began to tell them of my problems. But, the rain started belting down at that time, Deana told me to talk to them later in the day and in the dry of indoors. I went on a few paces and thought I would return to the flat, as the rain really got nasty then.
Got in and I was in a right mood with myself.
I made up the extra post with the 
photos of the mess left by the plasterer and posted it.
Now I was really getting ratty. This was due to it already being past my head-down time, and I was nervous about not getting up in time for the blood test in the morning.
Stupidly, I decided to update this diary. Which tool hours further.
Got the meal (Belly Pork) in the oven cooking. Now, my head-down time was really, well gone.
Got the fodder served up. It looked and smelled terrific.
It was terrible tasting! I don’t think I ate a quarter of it. Perhaps my being depressed and morose about the way I’d been left in the quagmire and let down by the plastering chappie and lack of response to my plea for help?
I wrapped and binned most of the meal, had a wee-wee and washed the pots.
Did the Health Checks.
Even the beautiful sun-going-down sky photographicalisation was taken without any genuine appreciation of it, just automatically.
I felt right down in the dumps, bitter and twisted silly thoughts invaded my thoughts as I waited for sleep to arrive. Pondering over the execrable way I thought I had been treated, with contempt, by leaving me with all this hassle and worry, and as I wrote earlier, Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyne and feeling so isolated and nervous. Maybe I am suffering from GAD?
Worried about getting up in time, with it being hours beyond my usual Head-Down time. I don’t want to be late at the surgery for the blood test.
Goodnight all!
Sorry for being so down-in-the-mouth and despondent.
I hope for good news, help (Changes for the better) and cheering myself up soon.
But I won’t hold my breath! Hehe!
Life is not so good with all this undeserved nasty extra-hassle.
TTFNski, each.
I collected the ready to go laundry bag with togs and accoutrements and was off and down the lift by 0112hrs.
and it was soon time to go back down and move the laundry into the dryer.
As I was taking the medications, I wondered whether I should still be swallowing so many of the pink Trental 
Down to collect the laundry from the dryer.
Extracted the clothing and got it folded and into the bag. Cleaned the filter and drum and found yet another odd sock!
I then updated this blog to here. Then, finished off the Sunday diary.
The flat has turned cold suddenly. My legs felt so cold too. I went around to check the windows and door were all shut and closed-to. The door was closed and locked. Spare room window, the wind was coming in through the two areas awaiting filling-in. The Kitchen window frames not letting anything in, but where the vast regions are also pending filling-in were, not only wind but rain was coming in! The front room, where the deeper holes around the outer frame, where I can see the pebble-like stones that fill the outer wall, it was moving the curtains with the incoming wind!
Got the meal served up.
Made a brew and took the medications.
At one point, I injudiciously got a bowl of water, cloth and put some Flash in it, then bent down on my knees so I could get to clean where it really was dirty behind the door.
It took me longer to get back up on my feet than it did to clear-out the corner! And now I have the attention of Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna to put up with. Confoundations!
Went to make a cup of tea.
Taking another photograph of the garages at the end of the road, and an urgent need arose for me to return to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy, but not bloody at all evacuation.
Got the Cumberland Pie covered with extra grated Leicester cheese on top, and into the oven. Added two, one-day out-of-date potato cakes for the last ten minutes. The last of the beef slices, sliced apple and sliced tomatoes were added to the plate.
0330hrs: Fiddlesticks! I woke up feeling a bit lively (even if only in mind as opposed to the body), decided I’d get the laundry done first thing. The moment I stirred my wobbly-barrel-like body to remove it from the £300 second-hand recliner – the ailments convinced me not to do down to do the laundry. Hippy Hilda and Duodenal Donald combined with Dizzy Dennis to make the start of the day a somewhat uncomfortable one.
I hobbled (The tootsies have been sore for a while now) into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
I spotted the rain on the kitchen window. I know I said I would not risk taking any more shots from outside of this window, because of the dangers and limited view offered now they have made the openings so much higher and farther to reach to. (What a mouthful there? Haha!)
Kettle on, and took this photo of the morning view. The blue moon sneaking through the thick clouds. The lift from the new build site seemingly pointing this out to me.
Made a mug of tea, nipped back to the wet room for another wee-wee.
There I was, sat sitting waiting and hoping that the Virgin Internet might come back on, and I noticed an incredible looking bird out through the window, that was perched on the scaffolding. 
Took this photo of the compound, cause I thought it might come out as a ‘Moody’ one. But it didn’t. Hey-ho!
Hehehe!
Feeling discouraged and disappointed in myself, I pressed on limping back to the flat, without seeing a soul around.
I turned it all off and went into the kitchen, to sort out what would be for dinner later. I opted for bacon and sausage in tomatoes. Had a wee-wee. Checked the door for any mail. An envelope with £2 in it had been posted through the box. It was from Jenny. I assume it was payment as she insisted yesterday, for the Fresh Cream Scones I handed her. Bless her Cotton Socks!
Woke, and got the pots washed-up.
Ten minutes later the chap arrived with the groceries.
And besides this lot in the pictures, there was stuff I’d already put away in the fridge, including three more Cumberland Pies. Oh, and for some unfathomable reason, I’d ordered more potato pancakes, and 3 packs of three kitchen towels!
I had to take some things out of the freezer and dish them, to make room for the Brobdingnagian bag of chips.
I ambled out and along Chestnut Walk to the shed. Entered and went in to talk to Obergruppenfhureress Warden Deana in her little HQ room. Had a laugh and while I was doing this, the mobile phone burst into life. T’was the Sherrington Park Surgery receptionist.
course.
Waddled over the pelican-crossing and down to the Carrington Pharmacy.
I took this photograph out of the window in the flat.
Got the meal on the tin plate, added two buttered slices of the Lancashire Thorough Bread and a pot of the Lemon Mousse.
realised I’d left the plate and tray on the Ottoman in the other room.
As I lay there waiting for sleep to arrive and take over my thoughts, I felt my legs were so cold.
I caught the view outside, and thought, ‘What a nice scene, I’ll photograph this! (Below left).
Applied some Germolene cream and got the photographicalisation done.
Set off, with plenty of time to spare.
Took a photo of the new build and Winchester Court as I limped along to the end of Chestnut Walk, and right down Winchester Hill.
As I passed by some house entrances half-way down the hill, I felt glad I didn’t live in some of them.
towards Carrington.
Over the brow of the hill and into Carrington and the Mapperley Hall Drive – Mansfield Road junction nearly produce an RTA for me to photograph. It often does this, for it is a nasty crossroad intersection for the drivers. It is used as part of a ‘Rat-Run’.
There were about twenty-five minutes to spare before the appointment. Blimey, I made it there in good time.
Like, “Huh, you again!” “What is he doing stood behind the reception desk?” and “Jumping Jehoshaphat, he’s still alive!” I can read her like-a-book, but she is straightforward and tells things how they are.
Up the hill and down into Sherwood. Turned right up Winchester Street Hill and Anne Gyna gave me some bother, a lot of problems. But, this is normal when I hobble up the hills, especially one as steep as this one.
Up to the flat, got in and had a wee-wee. Did the Health Checks and made a small mug of the Olde English Breakfast tea. I think they are on a par as my favourite ones along with Yorkshire tea bags.
It felt a little odd, eating so early in the day, for me.
Went to do the washing up, and the cloud formations and layout was astounding. I don’t relay ever seeing the clouds so layered if that’s the word. In fact, this reminded of when I had the mechanical ticker installed and came round in the Side CC ward, everything I looked at for a day or three, seemed layered similarly.
Crikey did I find a right mess on top of the Medication Ottoman or what?
It looked to me like I had painted the imitation leather lid with something sticky during the night. I remember putting some BBQ sauce on the meal and not having or using any of it. Perhaps when I put the tray down it slipped off, and the thin sauce ran over the edge… What am I waffling on about? I have no idea where the gunk came from.
I made a delightfully strong-flavoured mug of Olde English Breakfast Tea and imbibed the medications.
I got the meal prepared and eaten earlier than usual.
I opened the window as far as I was permitted with the locks 
still being on, to take a photo of down below to my left. Had to get the camera-strap on the right wrist and thread both hands, one in each break, through the narrow gaps and stick my hands out as far as they would go, then look through the glass at the screen on the back of the Panasonic Lumix. I clouted the left wrist and the right knuckles threading the limbs back in between the plastic covered security-wires!
And, also, as-well-as and besides; Can you see the dirty-great window shelves sticking out? The one on my windows is filthy with red dust, bird poo and large deep, dirt filled scratches on it already! But, the worst thing is it blocks the views. Very disappointing, another annoyance, aggravation, bedevilment, bug, vexation, exasperation, frustration, irritation and nuisance. Kindly implemented from the well-intentioned caring Nottingham City Homes and the well paid Willmott-Brown conglomerates, tour de force.
Out onto Chestnut Walk on my way to the OBergrippenfhureress Wardens Temporary HQ and Social Shed; I stopped to take this picture of Woodthorpe Court.
When the young lady told me how much it was to pay, I realised I had gone over-the-top on spending today.
Before I even go outside, I had to stop and put the bags down, for a breather.
items, Ahem!)
The automatic Asda petrol station that was over the road didn’t have a single customer all the ten minutes, or so, I waited for the arrival of the L9 bus. And, there was only one bloke apart from me, at the shelter?
I limped along to the apartments, having to stop a couple of times to put the bags down en route. A poor old thing, me. Hehehe!
Did the last Health Checks, tool the medications, had a wee-wee and had a dizzy-spell while I was sat down. Cleare up quickly, though.
This meal was followed with the digesting of the Fresh Cream French Horns. For once, I have to say I did not enjoy them much? But, I still gobbled them all up.