Sunday 18th February 2018
Moari: Rātapu 18 Huitanguru 2018
0130hrs: Another personality woke up this morning. He had no fears, worries or lack of control over his brain’s thoughts. I recognised this condition immediately, but Inchcock’s own mode returned within seconds of this. I suffered dysania as well. I lay, pondering and musing on anything and everything that seemed to have no connection to reality; but soon came out of it, and forced myself out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Off to collate the laundry room needs, then down with the clothing.
Down in the elevator and got the washing into the machine.
Then nipped outside and took a picture of the front of the building looking up.
It didn’t come out very well, I’m afraid. Just a bit nippy out there today.
Back up to the flat and got the Health Checks done.
Took the medications with a mug of water.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dear! Not good in any department this morning. The lesion had been bleeding, and the evacuation was, so Trotsky affected, I took a Dia capsule afterwards.
Time to go down and move the gear from washer to dryer.
Back again to the flat and took this picture from the kitchen window. I could see aeroplane lights high in the sky as they flew past. But they did not appear in the photograph for some reason.
Too small I expect.
Got on with the diaries. Started this one off up to here, then updated the Saturday post and got it sent off.
Got carried away again, and forgot about retrieving the washing from the dryer! Tsk!
I hurried down to get the washing, taking this photograph of the display board near the elevator doors on the ground floor.
I was a tad confused when I saw the current weather given as Sunny? It was pitch black outside, as the earlier photograph indicates.
At this point, I decided I’d try to get out later today into Woodthorpe Grange Park, to visit the Tropical Gardens and get some photos and a little exercise.
Into the laundry room, I went and emptied the drum of the clothing, folded them and then got them into the bag.
Another Mystery-Odd-Sock scenario! Looked in the drums of both machines and underneath all of them, but no sock.
Back up to the flat and my hopes were vanquished. I carried out an inefficacious search for the absconded grey sock. Humph!
0500hrs: Went on Facebooking, adding to albums and then the TFZers site. Started on the TFZer graphic.
1020hrs: Got it finished at last! Gosh and golly, that took some time to get something like right.
On Facebook again and posted it. I pray they like it.
Sister Jane rang me and, we had a little natter.
Off to get the ablutions done, and then get out to the Tropical Garden. (If it is open today, of course.) The ailment treatments took a bit longer than I thought they would. The lesion had to be negotiated carefully. Took the midday medications and did the Health Checks, then set off out.
This is the route out and back that I took. Not far at all.
As I got around the back of the building into the park. (See the squiggly lines? That’s where it was very muddy, I tried a slightly different route on the way back to void the slipperiest bits.) I had to do a bit of mud-skating to get through the wet sludge so I could take this picture of the back of the new build erection progress. I could see on the camera screen what a mess I’d made of shooting it. No idea what went wrong, but I tried again, and it looked much better – but the photo did not store? Turned off the camera, took the SD card and reinserted it.
Crossed my fingers the other ones will come out alright.
I went up the hill, and within a few yards, Hippy Hilda started kicking-off, nastily too. Of course, with the route there being all uphill, I could not complain, could I? Hehe!
I turned part-way up and tried another effort at the new build block.
Ah, that was a lot better! I hobbled on through the trees, taking in the wonder of nature and the smell of dog poo! Masses of broken-off branches everywhere – but some of the dogs liked them to take home.
There were many people about in the park today, at first I was surprised at how the kids were being so quiet and the dogs not barking much. Then I realised I’d not got the hearing aid in. But the weather was just grand. Not too old at all, no winds to speak of, or rain either.
The crocuses, or croci, using the Latin form, never cease to amaze me every year.
Here we are in February (I’m quick yer know, note I didn’t need to consult the calendar then. Hehe!) and these purple beauties are forcing their way through the soil, broken branches and dog droppings already.
I think they are purple anyway. Being colour shade blind and all that.
Painfully with Anne Gyna now joining Hippy Hilda in giving me some jip, I pressed on, occasionally stopping to give Hilda and Anne a rest.
I wandered slowly through the unkept part of the gardens, arriving at the compound where the Plant shop is located.
Not that I am au fait with gardening in any conceivable way, but I thought their composed and things were a decent price, and they had apparently just had a delivery of the manure and stuff.
Cause it always gets all dirty after it’s been there a while.
When I got through the doors to the Tropical Gardens, I was greeted by the now mended metal Gorilla.
The spectacles misted up in seconds. I’d forgotten how hot it was in here. There was nothing new from last year as far I could tell, but some stuff had been moved around.
Whatever these plants were I don’t know, because they did not have a sign on them as many others had. But, beautiful they were.
They had a smell that reminded me of Camp Coffee when I used to the unscrew the lid? Are they related to coffee in some way?
I watched the Koi Carp for a long time, but could not get a decent photograph of them, no matter how many times I tried.
It dawned on me then that Hippy Hilda and Anne Gyna had both relented and departed from my ailment list activations. Hehe, Hurrah!
And they stayed off, all the way back to the flats. Downhill you see!
Had a few minutes more meandering around and then left.
I really did enjoy the almost pain-free walk back down the hill. And the lack of noise from the ankle-snappers, dogs and radios, thanks to my forgetting to take the hearing aids with me. Tsk!
I took another snap of the flat building.
Taking a different way through the woods to get back on to Chestnut Grove.
The feet were beginning to sting a bit as I entered the lobby doors.
Sat there, waiting for a taxi to arrive, were Jenny, Doris and Frank. We had a little natter that I really did enjoy for a minute or two.
Health Checks and medications were done.
Updated this diary. By now it was late for me, so I got the meal sorted.
Pork Knuckle, tomatoes, snap peas, baked beans and the potato Fritters, rated this one at 8.9/10.
All good. Put the tray on the next chair while I cleaned my spectacles. fell asleep.
Woke a couple of hours later, got the pots washed and settled again to watch some TV. Nodded off.
Stirred again around an hour later, thought it was time to get up. Struggled out of the recliner and off for a wee-wee. Bit of bleeding, so I cleansed the lesion and applied the cream. Then I realised the time was 2130hrs!
Back to the £300 second-hand recliner but could not sleep again. So I put on the TV. Drifted off at the first set of commercials.
Took a photo from the spare room come bedroom, come junk room, of the new windows in the flat outside on the North corner.
Then went on CorelDraw graphicalisationing.
Got the chips on the cook and out the TV on to see what was available for me to fall asleep to later.
I struggled out of the recliner and into the kitchen. Where I realised that I had not turned the power on to the cooker! So, I did, belatedly. Did a bit of cleaning in the room and took the evening medications and did the Health Checks.
The Lidl chips were rather good. But I forgot about the yoghourt and left it on the Ottoman to find there in the morning, with the empty of food tray on the other chair.
In the kitchen, made a brew, and got the sphygmomanometer, thermometer, hypodermic, creams, lotions, medications, drops etc. out and did the Health Checks.
Foolishly, I opened the window to take this photographicalisation facing towards the City Centre, hiding over the hills to my left.
While tacking the filing of the paperwork, I realised that the Foot Lady Sue would be calling at 0930hrs to cut the now painfully long toenails. These are the feet, with the scars of endless old and new toe-stubbing escapades! Hehe!
Got down onto Chestnut Walk and realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Too late to go 
Dropped off at the bottom of Winchester Hill (Only two stops). Hobbled up Mansfield Road on the opposite side today; A change is as good as rest? Haha!
Over the hill and down into Carrington. And this Herbert of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as his rode towards me, and I had to move, there was no way he was going to! The git! I wondered as I turned to take this photo. I pondered on if he even noticed me! 
I was totally amazed at the skills of the two carers, teachers or whoever they were, with this group of young ankle-snappers, as they plodded along so organised.
But not for long. Reaching the downward part of the road, the Pavement Cyclists mounted up again. Humph!
I observed that the hoist on the block of flats was on my floor, outside the bedroom window. I noticed that some apartments were in the process of having the balconies done, to differing degrees.
Anticepticated things, and got the purchases sorted and put away.
Opened the sack of medications next and got them stored rotationally in the appropriate drawers.
Cleaning up the preparation mess from the meal cooking, I observed some smoke on the far horizon outside.
I put some Oriental Fish sauce on the cobs. Very tasty!
Back to collect it from the bench. And saw another load smoke in a back garden of one of the houses on Cavendish Vale.
At least this photographicalisation taken to the left came out okay and without any smoke in it.
The brain still hadn’t joined with the body in full consciousness yet, but it soon joined in when I stubbed my toe on the Ottoman.
Took a photograph of the car parking down below. All looking neat, and, a free space too and as well! Hehe! I couldn’t help but think if this was due to the death of another tenant last week. We seem to be toppling-over at a fair rate of knots recently. I’m not in a hurry, mind. Hehe!
Made a mug of tea, on to the computer and updated and finished the Wednesday blog.
Email in from the surgery with INR result, still a little high, but not critical methinks.
However, I did on this occasion see the crushed fresh cream cake box in the bin, from last night. This got the grey-cells working, and reminded me that after washing the pots from the meal, I took this box with the cakes on the tray to nibble in the chair and catch the crumbs! Back into the computer room but could not see the salva anywhere to start with. When I moved the recliner away from the comfortable chair… There was the tray! Quite how it got down there, I don’t know. But it offered me some exercise, as I had to move the chairs further apart to get to clean up the fallen crumbs from the carpet and chair cover, that I used the tray for in the first place to avoid! Tsk!
0644hrs: Made a brew and watched some YouTube fun while waiting for the fodder delivery from Morrisons.
The information panel in the lobby near the elevators showed 08:45hrs and a warm for February, 5°c.
Taking this photograph of the progress of the centre build new flats.
No idea what I did wrong with the cheesy baked potatoes; but bland and tasteless they were.
0155hrs: Woke in need of attention to the Porcelain Throne duties.
But things went from bad to worse. Blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and dried-blood Little Inchies Lesion between them ensured that after the Trotskies affected session, that I had a right mess to clean up! The floor, the cabinet, the bowl, the lid, the splashes and splatterings, and me! Not a good start to the day. I felt uncomfortable and embarrassed. Not to mention that all the bending to wash and scrub things ended with my clouting my elbow against the sink, and starting Hippy Hilda off as well!
Into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
Made apathetic and somewhat limp and half-hearted attempt at dividing the paperwork that will need sorting out, eventually.
I took a last picture from the kitchen window.
On the bus, and I dropped off at the bottom of Winchester street. The Newcastle lady, sorry I’m so sad with names, got off at the same time and we chinwagged as we went up Mansfield Road until she went into a shop. Lovely lady.
Got in and a receptionist told me to take a seat. (As if I’d nick anything? Hahaha!).
Hobbled back the way I arrived up Mansfield Road and down into Sherwood.
I poddled slowly along up the Sherwood end on Mansfield Road and popped into the Co-op to get some cheesy curls. But they didn’t have any. But I met a tenant from the Winchester Flats in there, and we had a good laugh or two between us.
Now, the next part of this tale might be hard for you to believe (Which is understandable cause it is a complete lie an told only for a bit of fun, Hehe!) I came out of the Co-op without buying anything. (This bit is, right) And as I was passing the cream cake shop… well this lady ran out and begged me to buy some of her cakes. She feared there might be some left over and was worried in case her boss found out! Well, I felt so sorry for her, I bought two so she wouldn’t have to worry. Ahem!
Where another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist annoying pedestrians was spotted and photographed.
I got in and put the purchases away. The cream cakes in the fridge, potato in the veg tray and the cans of stew in the cupboard.
Nosh served up. Despite this looking and tasting rather good, I could not eat anywhere near all of it. That horrible not feeling poorly but not being in control of things came over me. I didn’t eat the fresh cream cakes, just had a bite of each one?
Woken again by the Strobe-Pillow Fire Alarm activation. This time I didn’t even bother with doing any checks, as I saw that the notification had not gone through to the alarm centre, cause they would have called if it had. (I think?)
Into the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks.
Back to the Kitchen to take the medications. I got the Beta-B
Dropped off in a Wet but warm Nottingham and hobbled to the Poundland Shop on Upper Parliament Street. Where they had no pies in stock.
Then down the moving staircase and out facing Clumber Street.
Again it caught me, the fact that so few people were out and about.
IT must have been pelting down with rain while I was in the shop. Cause all the pavements were wet. I worked that out on my own yer know, oh yes!
It came over all dark, and the rain hammered it down for only about two minutes, then it brightened up again.
As the bus passed the end of Clumber Street, I tried to take this photo as the rain began again and we passed by.
A letter arrived via Nottingham City Homes.
The meal was enjoyed muchly. The balsamic vinegar in the sausages made them taste tangy.
Back up to the apartment.
Time to go down and move the washing from one machine to the dryer.
I spotted a poster from Jenny on the notice board. No Social Hour this week, then. I hope this is not through Jenny being poorly.
Had to on to Chrome again for it to allow me to go to the WordPress reader. Tsk!
Sorted the black bags and took them to the rubbish chute.
Lorries were coming and going, unloading, men going back and forth as they took heaters and equipment to the other block, Winchester Court.
More gossiping at the bus stop.
They looked very keen as they stood around with hands in their pockets, in a little huddle, having a chinwag. Most likely unaware of anything going on around them. Like the street beggar on the corner, or the pavement cyclist who passed them by.
At the Bulwell station, I allowed the mob to alight first and clear the platform before I moved. I thought this advisable so as not to get knocked over, hit or trodden-on in the stampede of the Bulwellhamian passengers exiting and competing with each other to be the first one to do so.
The tram departed, and I made my way alone, across the line into the car park and up into Main Street.
Farmfoods lastly, where much money was parted with in return for:
Got the meal served up. It was so lovely to have found some potato fritters on sale again. Tomatoes, sugar-snap peas, the last potato and the last of the sliced apples. I’ll have to nip out in the morning and get some replacements in.
Fell asleep and it was dark when I woke up.
Oh dearie me; Rather a lot of bleeding had soaked the PPs front and back. And to make the discomfort worse, Trotsky Terence was back, and Dizzy Dennis paid a visit after the movement was achieved. After so many days virtually free of so many of these ailments, I think I knew they had to return. I just wasn’t prepared for so many simultaneously. Humph! I had a stand-up wash and changed into a new pair of PPs. During which I managed to avoid any toe-stubbing or to topple over. So, all hope for the day was not lost. Hehehe!
Got the medication pots done up for next week.
Looked at the scribble-pad before starting to do any of the diaries. The third item on this list was unreadable I’m afraid.
Made another brew, and took this picture zoomed-in from the main room.
I got the nosh done early. Lovely sausages, horrible potatoes, great tomatoes, apple slices and raw onions, terrible, bland bread and wonderful lemon curd yoghourt. The Australian BBQ sauce was excellent.
Put the TV on, and I was off, into the land of nod again!
I flung back the throw on the £300 second-hand recliner and observed two things immediately. The first being that after telling the nurse on Wednesday that the bruises, spots and blemishes had stopped appearing on the legs and arms, they were back again. Tsk and Humph!
The temperature on the window ledge thermometer indicated 1°c inside. It looked a great deal less outside. But I resisted opening the window to take the morning photographicalisation. Too cold! Hehe!
Adorned new PPs, washed and back to the kitchen to make a brew of tea. Took the medications.
I put the kettle on and sorted the waste bin bags out. Took three of them to the refuse chute, and returned to make a mug of Assam tea.
The skies threatened heavy rain, but it didn’t arrive. Just a few spots here and there.
Turning the rashes over, I found out how hot the water was. Huh!
Everything tasted great, I thought I might have overdone the seasoning in the tomatoes, but it was alright
Washing the pots and I thought I heard screaming from outside, which confused me cause twelve-floors up, there is no way I should have been able to hear it?
Nothing to fret about with these readings methinks. 
The mystery of why I should have placed a new Bic disposable razor next to the vegetable tray in the kitchen?
In my haste to get to the Porcelain Throne in time, I stubbed my toe on the door frame. Oh, blow it! I said. The evacuation was one of the best for months, far less messy. But, more bloody. You can’t win them all. Cleaned up, changed the PPs again.
Readied things and set off to the Obergruppenfurhress Wardens Temporary Shed.
I took this picture through the centre building compound gates. 
Paid the lady who was polite-to-me at the checkout and out, over the road and caught the L9 bus back to where I came from, Woodthorpe Court. 
I made some buttered ham and sliced tomato sandwiches with the Sourdough bread. (Beautiful!) Added a few sugar-snap peas (Nice), sliced apple (Okay). A Marmite flavoured cheese chunk (Fair), potato chips (Tangy) and a pot of lemon curd yoghourt (Very morish). Settled down with it on the tray on my knee and feasted away merrily. Pestered by the dizzies even then though.