Saturday 17th March 2018
0155hrs: I’d been having horrible dreams, all night long it felt. But could I find any scribbled notes on the pad, or recall any details? No! Most annoying making when this happens! I had an idea that I was watching the dream through a clithridiate window or screen? I laid a while trying to remember anything about them, but could only perceive there was nothing redolent about them.
When the sudden need for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised arrived. A bit of a slapstick-burlesque followed in my extracting myself from the £300 second-hand recliner. Lowered the chair, tripped on one of the slippers, kept my balance and avoided going over by putting my hand on top of the Ottoman – the lid slid, and I did: ending up on my side with the arm over the Ottoman. I got up rather quickly, due to the need for the Throne, and limped to the wet-room.
Oh, boy, I could write a few paragraphs on this session. But suffice to say in short; Massive, the shape of the Hindenburg, solid-heavy-mass, struggle and hassle, slow movement, kerplunk, water splashing, blood bleeding and blessed relief! It seems that Trotsky Terence has withdrawn from the scene. Hehehe!
Cleaned-up and off to the kitchen to make a brew.
Looking outside I thought it was wet, so opened the window to take this photographicalisation. You can see the giant raindrops falling from the bottom of the frame in the top of the picture. So I made one downwards of the car park on Chestnut Walk.
This when it became apparent that it was snowing such thin flakes, snow-showers I think they call this type of weather. It seemed to be melting as soon as it landed on the ground.
The only part of the picture where any snow can be seen in close to the street light.
When I got back in and closed the window, the camera and my dressing gown sleeves were slightly wet.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
The weight was still the highest ever for me. Despite my having less to eat for my meal last night. At least it hadn’t gone up again, so that was something I suppose. (Says him clutching-at-straws!)
I felt some brewing and churning from the innards. I envisaged another Porcelain Throne session preparing itself in readiness for evacuation procedures to be implemented again shortly.
Got the computer on and started this post off up to here. Then started to finalise yesterday’s diary. This task took me hours and hours to get done. Posted off.
Checked the Emails, and found some terribly lousy news from Sister Jane. She told me: “Heard from our Sis-in-law Frances, that our lovely nephew David Bratton got stabbed in the lungs today while confronting some yobs who were slashing his car tyres – luckily he seems to be improving, but still in Intensive Care.
It was on BBC local news to18 year-old student Mariam Moustafa, dying aft being assaulted by several teenage girls in Nottingham, outside the Victoria Centre on February 20th around 2000hrs.night on TV. Got three youths in custody thank goodness.”
This above, and a few others reported this week:
- A teenage boy told a jury that he was twice stabbed in the back when three youths came up behind him in a Basford park. He immediately recognised the boy with the knife and identified the other two after being released from the Queen’s Medical Centre, Nottingham Crown Court heard.
- Mum-of-six kicked a female police officer after a row over son’s drug use.
- 18-year-old student Mariam Moustafa died after being assaulted by several teenage girls in Nottingham, around 2000hrs, outside the Victoria Centre on February 20th,
- Police officer and dog injured with a knife following Top Valley aggravated burglary.
- Stabbing in Nottingham becomes a murder investigation after 17-year-old dies. Police have now launched a murder investigation and are issuing a renewed appeal for information. Detective Chief Inspector Hayley Williams, of East Midlands Special Operations Unit (EMSOU) Major Crime, who is leading the investigation said:“We believe he left home sometime around six pm and at some point, he was chased and attacked before being left very seriously injured in Stock Well. We are appealing for more people to come forward to help us piece together the exact circumstances of the incident”.
- A new top cop is to be appointed to look after policing the city, the Police and Crime Commissioner has confirmed. Paddy Tipping said the new superintendent would be in place from April 1 and their role will be to run the police force in the city on a day to day basis.
Inchcock’s Comment:
Bearing in mind that Nottingham has lost more than 380 police officers in the last five years, this appointment of a new top cop seems an empty and futile decision. If the Top Cop has not got the sufficient number of officers, which he or she will probably not have, thanks to the Conservative Governments enforced cut-backs, what’s the point? The only option I see, is by moving some of the preciously few Officers to the City, thus allowing the druggies, car criminals, muggers, knife, machete and gun-wielding gangs and burglars etc., free rein to use the estates for their illegal practices?
While I was reading about the appointment of the Top Cop
, I found it interesting that on the same page, were these links.
0720hrs, already. I got carried away.
A little snow shower had left the pretty picture opportunity for me.
So, took this picture, no snow at the moment falling.
Made another brew and then I visited the WordPress Reader. Again, some great stuff on there.
I took this zoomed-in photograph of the car park below. The snow was so subtle and delicate and blowing upwards again now. With very little of it was settling.
But with freezing and below temperatures forecast, I think it might get worse later on out there.
I decided to get the vegetable tray made up ready to go into the oven late. Much later. Why I did this so early in the day, is still a puzzle to my befuddled brain.
I covered it and went to get it put back into the fridge.
What a shame. In my concerted efforts to get the tray back in the refrigerator, I decided I’d have to move some of the other fodder around to make room for it. I managed to knock the milk over, squash a carton of lemon mousse and somehow or other, I spilt some grated cheese over the two lower shelves, the floor and me! What a Plonka!
I sorted the comments and decided to have a rinse and change the PPs again. No further Porcelain Throne demands yet. But the rumbling innards continue, getting noisier as time goes on?
Onto Facebooking, hoping it would not play me up again. Started to go slow, but I got a lot done first.
I went back on CorelDraw to do some prep work on graphics for later use.
Herbert banging about a bit again, you can tell it’s the weekend!
Health Checks and medications were seen to.
I was feeling all out-of-sorts for some reason, but I at most of it.
Fell asleep for ten minutes, and woke with Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald both giving me some grief.
Herbert from the flat above was so much noisier than he has ever been. No chance of nodding off again.
I put the DVD on, didn’t nod-off. Tried the TV, that should surely send me to sleep. But no. Not a chance. I spend hours watching the banal rubbish on the TV, and occasionally getting up to take a photograph of the weather. I collated the photos taken timewise:
A lousy Day!
Into the lift # two.
The automatic notice board sign was out of action when I got out.
expecting to find the item, but it it was in my pocket afte
strips, take-away food remnants with plastic cutlery and nub-ends.
washer to dryer.
I had to clean out the filter, cause whoever used it last forgot to do it.
position. Tsk!
To the lift.
Checked the emails next, and I’d had one from the surgery re the blood test. They had booked it for Wednesday 21st at 0905hrs, with Nurse Ann.
Had a wee-wee.
Seems that today rain that might be followed with some snowfalls.
Outside on Chestnut Walk, the place was busy with workers again.
Hobbling down Market Street, I noticed a Nottingham Cyclist going on the wrong side of the road going down the hill.
Down to the Slab Square.
I walked along passing the Jehovah’s Witnesses, a drunken beggar, the street-sleeper on Long Row, the newspaper vendor, the youths sat on the wall drinking cans of lager, the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists, two delivering Pizzas according to the box on their backs.
I took a final picture of the Little John clock and tower and made my way up past the man with his guitar singing the Praises of the Lord, at the junction of Queen and King Street.
Went to the kitchen and did the Health Checks. I notice Deana walking at rapid speed along Chestnut Walk.
I decided in the end, to have sliced potatoes with grated cheese sprinkled on then, and tomatoes sliced on top. But, I let me get carried away with the side-stuff again. Felt somewhat guilty after I’d eaten it. But, I did so enjoy it. Tsk!
Took the meds with water, a brew of tea and to the computer.
They took their things out, and I got into the lift.
Jenny’s Frank was in the foyer on his way out. We left together, but he then speeded up like Superman, leaving me in his wake, as he almost jogged to the cabin.
Ended up doing the crossword book, until it was time to depart. I checked with Jenny to make sure this Fire Session at the shed, started at 1230hrs. (I’d be lost without Jenny’s help!)
opposite direction. Hehe!
Itis were a tad bothersome.
I see that Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana did forget to advise them on the possibility that I a will not be available. See, I knew this would happen, the old EQ told me. A good man. I joked that this is the second time that Warden Deana had forgotten about me and let me down! Said with a stern look on my face. Then I broke into a smile and added; Fortunately, the 250 other times she has helped me was okay! That broke the ice with him straight away. Did the survey and he asked about my wooden Jamaica plaque on top of the heater. I told him it was from a mate years ago who I worked with, he bought it for me on his way back from a holiday back in Kingston. He pointed out where his Mam and Dad are now and used to live. But he didn’t have time for a proper chinwag. Bade him farewell and got ready to go to the meeting.
I walked up to the cabin in the drizzle.
The noise from the builders above me inside somewhere was driving me potty, but it is necessary. The drilling din from outside was not as bad now, they were working on the floor below.
Cause of the weight problem, I had less on the plate tonight. Cumberland pie, cheese and tomatoes added, two potato cakes and some sliced red onion, I did have two slices of bread with it.
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.
Up to the top of the hill and down into Carrington.
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 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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
When I got in, I felt all lost and confused for a moment or two.
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.
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.