Wednesday 14th March 2018
Greek: Τετάρτη 14 Μαρτίου 2018
0005hrs: I stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner and waited for the grey-cells to 
join me
Saw the blood test reminder note on the computer screen. Forced my ever increasing body-mass from the chair, and off for a Porcelain Throne session. A Trotsky affected evacuation again. Messy and needed a lot of cleaning up afterwards
Took the medications and did the Health Checks. The Sys and Weight are both too high methinks?
Got the computer on, there was a lot of work needed on the Tuesday post to do to finish it off. Mainly due to the fact of my missing the L9 bus back from Arnold yesterday, and being so tired, I did no work on it when I got home. Huh!
0400hrs by the time I got it completed and posted off. Then I started on this one up to here.
Two comments to reply to on WordPress, which I did. Then visited the WordPress Reader to catch-up on any I’ve missed.
I moved sharpishly onto Facebooking. The computer and internet were both going okay today. I hope this lasts.
Watched a forty-minute video of the Titanic and the fire down burning below when it set sail.
Another Nottingham City Homes letter from Angela Gould, our Housing Patch Manager this time. About the importance of a Fire Inspection/Procedure visit for Thursday twixt 11am and 1300hrs.
Not good this!
As I already have four appointments for Thursday on the calendar! Morrisons, Community Hour assemblage, Fire Instruction Meeting and GUM clinic Assessment.
Sorted and took the black bins to the waste chute.
Ablutions sorted out, new PPs on, the extra Germoloid cream applied. Got dressed up nice and warm. Collected the nibbles for the Sherrington Park Surgery staff. And set out on my hobble to Carrington and the Doctors surgery.
As I poddled along Chestnut Walk, I met with Obergruppenfurhress Warden Deans as she was arriving for work. Exchanged good mornings and I explained to her about the Fire Procedure meeting with Angela. Deana said not to worry, she would sort it out for me. I don’t know how these Obergruppenfurheresses manage.
She is very bust today, she has to go another complex to look after the residents somewhere, as cover for their absent staff. I thanked her muchly, and continued on my somewhat painful (due to Arthur Itis), walk to Carrington. Plodded down Winchester Street to the bottom and turned left onto Mansfield Road.
Up to the top of the hill and down into Carrington.
The junction of Devon Drive and Mansfield Road at this time of day, with the traffic being heavy, often offers an accident or near collision for me to see. No crashes as it happens this morning.
But I reckon, judging by the squeal of brakes and papping of horns, that the white van man came close as he pulled out through standing traffic.
I took another photo of the bush in the posh house’s garden. To show someone who might be able to identify for me later.
I got to the surgery with plenty of time to spare. Registered with the receptionists and got seated and doing the crossword book for about ten minutes or so, before the nurse called me in; and guess what… It was Nurse Nichole on duty!
She managed to make time for gossip and a few laughs while she did the blood taking. She even told me that the bush flowers I was trying to identify, were Peonys. It was grand having someone who seemed to care to look after me this morning. I gave her some nibbles with my farewells and handed the receptionist some as I left the building, whistling and content!
I was feeling so chirpy, I decided to walk back to Sherwood as well.
The traffic had cleared after the rush hour, and I took my time ambling along Mansfield Road. I called into the Boots Chemist to get some more Germoloid cream, as the one I got from Arnold was getting low. This one cost much more than the other one but was twice the size. I met the Geordie-lass from the flats in the shop.
Lovely woman. We had 
a natter and laugh. I was going to walk back up Winchester Street, because my timing was well out, and the next L9 was not due for 50 minutes yet.
She suggested I walk up the catch the 90 bus. Which for some reason I had not thought of doing, bless her Cotton Socks.
So I did that. Only had ten minutes to wait for it once I’d got to the bus shelter. No signs of any other tenants in the vicinity, surprisingly enough.
Dropped off three stops later high up of Winchester Street, and walked up onto Chestnut Walk.
When I approached my Woodthorpe Court block of flats, I could see that the hoist was on my floor, the twelfth, with some busy looking workers grafting away.
Af I entered the flats, my neighbour Doris (I think) was there doing her laundry. She warned me to expect a lot of noise when I get in, the workers were putting in her windows. And, do you know, she was spot-on right! Hehe!
We had a chinwag session, and I made my way up in the lift.
When I got in, I felt all lost and confused for a moment or two.
I put this down to my going out and not coming back, having bought no comestibles that were unneeded or wanted. A rarity. Haha!
The drilling and knocking were terribly loud, grating and persistent. But expected. The longer it went on, the less I noticed it.
I took these shot from the kitchen window. On the hoist was some windows were taken out and others waiting to go in, at Joyce’s flat. Ah, that’s it. Joyce, not Doris!
I Surprised myself there.
At least there was no raining today for the workers.
I got the oven on to warm it ready for later. I planned to have the lamb Mousaka with extra cheese, and some tomatoes added on top of it. Potato cakes, and a handful of chips. Sliced apple too, methinks.
I did the Health Checks and took the medications. Got the fodder in the oven.
Got the computer on to update this diary. It took a few hours, as I’d made a few photos that needed prepping first.
Did the last Health checks early, as I was feeling mentally exhausted a lot earlier than I usually do.
The moussaka had a lot of aubergines in it, and I do love them, but they are on the restricted foods list because they are so high in Vitamin K. (I think that is the reason the cardiac team put this on the list). Bt with the Warfarin INR level going down sharply, I guess I should get away with my indulging myself this once. (I hope). The ready-made meal was warming plentiful and tasty. The potato cakes were excellent. The rest, average.
I watched a Jonathan Creek episode on DVD, then turned to the television. Then fell asleep. The phone rang and amazingly woke me up, how I heard it without my hearing aids in surprised me. IT was Jenny from the 14th floor. She had lost her internet connections. I was half-asleep, but I think I made the banal question of “Have you done the turning-off, unplugging, wait five minutes and reconnecting the router box?” OG course she had done so without any luck. I wished her the best of luck. She is unfortunately on Liberty Global-Virgin Media as I am. I wished I was more awake, I should have asked her if she had rung 150 on her Virgin landline.
I got back in the £300 second-hand recliner. The TV still on from when I fell asleep, and ‘Hustle’ just about to start. But I drifted off again before it started.
I woke later, turned off the TV and was in the process of removing my cumbersome, ungainly, wobbly body-mass from the recliner, to go for a wee-wee, when the phone rang again. It was the DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Anticoagulation clinic with the INR test results. It was hard to hear what she was saying, but I think she gave me the dosages for the next seven days, like this: Wed, Thur and Friday 2 tablets, the rest of the days 1.5 tablets. The INR level has come down to 2.5 from last weeks 4.4, so that’s good. Well, this is what I found scribbled on my phone notepad in the morning.
I had the wee-wee, washed my hands and placed the pots to soak in the sink.
Just as I was returning to the £300 second-hand recliner, the phone light flashed again. By gum, I was popular tonight. It was from someone wanting to deliver a pizza, He told me he’s outside the house now but could not get an answer to his knocking on the door! I inquired as to where he was. He said in Calverton (6.1 miles away) outside my house. I bluntly told him he’d got the wrong number and asked him to remove it from his phone.
Got my head down again, but the night was filled with waking so often. Tsk!
Got the kettle on the boil, took a photograph out of the window; It had been raining again in the night! Fancy that. Hehe!
Made a brew, then took the morning medications. No creams potions or lotions used yet, they will be tended to during my ablution session later. 
The fungal lesion bled, Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled, I even managed to cut myself shaving, and it bled! Hehe! Still, no raining at the moment.
Got the black bags to the waste-chute, and off out to the Social and Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Temporary Hut. Taking this picture of the centre build en route along Chestnut Walk.
Got to the checkout and was delayed as a lady in front of the queue was buying for more than one person, bless her cotton socks. 
Sadly noticing even more retailers had gone out of business leaving the sad sight of abandoned shops. 
Then I had the job of catching up to get to the request stop in time. 
As the bus went through to Mansfield Road, in Daybrook, the weather suddenly went all dark and threatening. But this lasted only a minute or so. I took a photo through the bus window of this, and moments later the sunshine was out, and all the dark clouds seemed to disappear, and the bright blue skies returned?
I got the fodder served up. 
taking place was so loud now.
down in view.
Telling us when the fitting/installation will start and what this will involve. Testing a
Then, of course, I remembered the signs up in the lift.
Took the medications, made a mug of tea and got the camera, opened the kitchen window, leant out, and got wet in the light-soak-you-through rain.
Took the black bags and dropped them down the waste chute on the way down.
Walking by the parked cars and I could smell something acrid, but it did not smell like petrol to me. It appeared that one of the vehicles had or was leaking something and it was draining into the sewers.
They were coloured deep red and felt very delicate, and I just knew they would not last long. 
shoes letting precipitation in now as well!
Up Exchange Walk and I crossed South Parade into the front of the Council House.
Fungal Lesion area. This was turning into a struggle of a trip out for me now
Back at Chestnut Walk, the roadway was partially flooded. I think it was just due to the excessive rainfall and the drains struggling to clear in.
Sooner them than me up there. Hehe!
Got the mini sausages, sliced apple, halved min tomatoes with onion salt and lemon mousse on the tray ready.
Back to do the Health Checks in the kitchen.
I had to pop into the wet room to check on the sudden sodding wet warm feeling in the Protection Pants. What I found and had to tend to, was too infandous and sensitive to describe here. Suffice to say, I had a lot of medicating and cleaning up to do.
The view from the window was looking a lot foggier than it was earlier.
Faced down to see and photograph the cars parked up outside on Chestnut Way, and felt a few drops of rain in the mist.
Lamb Moussaka a try.
The weather had changed again, and the mist lingered.
Then I got next weeks medication pots, all filled to use later.
The fog and misty had eased off, but, as I found out when I opened the kitchen window to take this picture; Very light thin rain was falling.
Wrapped me up well, and down and out to the green bin to deposit the bottle.
I walked over Chestnut Walk and up the gravel footpath up the hill and crossed over to the bottom field towards my beloved Tree Copse.
My heart warmed as I approached the thicket.
I swear I could smell some sort of Bdellium emitting from the mini-wood, along with the dog-poo.
I turned and picked my way back down, trying to avoid the dodgier parts of mud.
The drizzling started once again, just as I was taking this snap of the front of the apartments.
As I got in the foyer, there was good and bad news waiting. I noticed someone had left some books to give away. I selected the Ronnie Barker book and put it in my bag, this will go in the Porcelain Throne room soon.
The ulcer had calmed down very quickly. A good thing, but this did confuse me a bit, as this had never happened before.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Extremely messy evacuation, Harolds Haemorrhoids had been bleeding a lot, left me with a sanguineous situation to sort out. And poor old Little Inchy’s Fungal Lesion needed a lot of attention and cleaning up as well.
Made the tastiest brew of the Olde English Breakfast Tea.
off.
Took this photograph (above left), from the kitchen window, of the rainy scene below on Chestnut Walk.
Had a wee-wee, then made another small mug of tea. The Assam blend this time.
Back to the kitchen to replace the tea that had gone cold.
Potato cakes with sliced tomatoes with onion salt.
I got through three-quarters of the film I think, before I dropped off to sleep, missing the ending of the film entirely. Most aggravating and annoying!
Down the lift to the laundry room. Nipped out of the foyer doors to take this photographicalisation of the morning view. It was not cold at all out their. And in the laundry room, it was positively warm, and no machines were running either. Got the washer filled and back to the flat.
The electronic information board informed me that it was 02:58hrs, 5°c with Heavy Rain.
But had to nip back for another wee-wee. (Hello, the third leak of the morning. What’s going on here?)
I’m not sure how or why I did this, but I took two readings on the Sphygmomanometer. One after the other? Seem to be losing-it early today.
Inside 72 and had a wee-wee. (Oh dearie me!) Went to make a fresh brew. It was incredibly warm in there. Temperature reading at 60°f. IT has not been this warm in there for ages. Well, I fib there, don’t I? When I left the oven on for the whole of the other night, it was slightly warm. Tsk! Getting older with dignity is impossible! Haha!
I opened the drawer to choose one of the six or so toothbrushes we keep there for cleaning the filter out, and there was only the one? Enough to do the job I know. But what happened to the others?
Then back up and had a wee-wee.
view. For once, the colouring came out exactly like it looked.
It didn’t come out anything like the eye view. But it did remind me of the claims from the UFO 50s and 60s claimants.
I rechecked the Emails and found one from the Sherrington Park Medical Centre.
I went to book it on the calendar and found it clashed with the Dentist appointment! Humph!
When I got outside, I took this photo from below Woodthorpe Court.
But then, I did have the new extra warm coat on and my hat and gloves. 
Farewells offered, and I left to return to the flats.
Got the oven on, warming up ready for the ready-made Cumberland pie with its extra cheese, and the potato-cakes with their sliced tomatoes to be put in later.
Got the potato cakes and Cumberland pie from the oven, onto the tray and added a lemon mousse and a sliced apple.
The instant I opened the door, the heat hit me – no wonder it was 
so warm in the flat. I’d left the damned oven on all night! A right recumbentibus to my spirits!
I noticed that the Alert Box had a yellow light flashing on it.
So slow and jumpy on Facebook for some reason. I did manage to get a Birthday Graphic done and sent off. Have a great time, Shirley! ♥ Heck, I’m a day late! I was twenty days too early on one last week. I am definitely getting weed off with myself for making so many errors lately.
Out into the unwelcoming drizzly morning, and along to the road to the Obergruppenfurheresses Wardens Office, a shelter for bus catchers and temporary Social Hut.
built ones seems to be having another floor/storey built on to it yet?
I dropped off at the bottom of Winchester Street Hill along with Welsh William, a final insult thrown my way as we parted. 
passing the library and passing the closed down Police Station, and avoiding the deep puddles of rain that had started appearing in the area.
walkers or ankle-snappers were spotted either even and besides!
this week.
As I walked up the hill to the pelican lights to cross over to the L9 bus stop, it was sad seeing so many shops closed down.
The drizzle got worse after I’d dropped off of the bus back at the flats.
The tray looked so appealing after I’d laid it out.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh dearie me, I failed to make it there in time. The instant 
Did
The tea had gone cold, so I nipped into the kitchen to made another brew. Taking a Diarrhorea capsule and an additional pain-killer Codeine 30g. I nearly took an olive oil capsule but stopped myself.
The view outside looked nice this morning. No snow, no fog and no rain!
Cumberland Pies to the Morrison order, I did yesterday. 
As the bus turned left onto Mansfield Road, I took a snap of the rather fantastic-looking clouds to the right.
Out and over the road to the bus stop, again. Just like yesterday, well timed. The bus arrived a couple of minutes later. I was the only passenger on it, this felt very odd.
The sky was still looking clear and bright.
Got off the bus on Chestnut Walk. There were many other residents to get on as I did so. Proof that the pleasant weather is appreciated by us all, methinks.
There seemed a lot of workers about. Maybe they are making an effort to get catch-up with the work they have lost due to the fog, snow and ice?
Went to make a brew and put the bits purchased away.
The second was going to be a shot of the car park, but I zoomed in on an SUV parked below. Why? Because I could not make out what the luminous yellow item was near the back of the vehicle!
Got the victuals put away and pondered on what to have for nosh later.
I eventually got the health checks done, the medications were taken.
Also, it noted that temperatures may get down to bel
Fodder tended to. The meal was sepulchral tonight. 
Medicating and cleansing tended to, and off to make a brew.
The computer on and started to finish off the Monday diary.
Passed the new build along Chestnut walk and into the Winwood Centre Temporary Shed, waiting for the bus out of the cold or wet or wind, Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Office. Apart from Welsh William, who was looking fit and perky, and the beautiful Cindy, everyone else seemed to be suffering from geliophobia, they could not even raise much of a smile. Newcastle Annie arrived and cheered things up a bit, bless her.
I fair flew around, upsetting Hippy Hilda in the process. The dizzies had gone, but the shakes were still lingering by the time I got to the checkout.
I felt a lot better after a few minutes in the apartment and set about getting the nosh ready.
Got off at the terminus on Queen Street and made my way down to the Slab Square. Not many folks around and an aura that gave off a sense of demoralisation lingered, mixed with an overpowering depressive melancholiness. No smiling faces and an increase in Big issue Sellers and street beggars.
I went into the Broad Marsh Shopping Centre to have a look at its demise as they run it down ready for demolition in readiness for the new, not needed, unwanted suicidal multi-billion new development.
The place is 2/3rds of empty shops at the moment. Being used a cut through for pedestrians from the South.
The top floor is already devoid of shops.
through the Slab Square.
A few people on Clumber Street now, as I returned to the bus stop.
Served up the meal.