Wednesday 3rd January 2018
0129hrs: I think yesterdays turmoil and computer hassle must have affected me more than I thought, cause I woke up in a right state. Surrounded with signs of nocturnal nibbling, an empty pop bottle in the middle of the room, the notepad wholly filled with unreadable scribble, the room light on, a waste bin on the chair next to the £300 second-hand recliner that I laid askew on, and feeling terribly confused.
However, by the time I had detached myself from the recliner, I realised that many of the ailments were to keep me company this day. Hippy Hilda, Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Dizzy Dennis, and Haemorrhoid Harold, all seemed to be having a go at the same time. Then, as I was absorbing this, Trotsky Terrence started, and a rush to the Porcelain Throne was required.
A messy session. Little Inchy was bleeding too. Cleaned things up and in the kitchen to take the medications and do the Health Checks.
I wasn’t surprised at the change in readings. My whole person and body is struggling to cope and seems disoriented, with chaotic thoughts rumble in the head, while the stomach rumbled inside.
So disappointed that I will not be able to visit Sister Jane for her Birthday, but I dare not risk going anywhere today in this state. Still, it’s something to look forward to later, even if belated. I can make the photo collage and sent it to her with a message. Oh dear, back to the Porcelain Throne…
Tsk, bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold and Little inchy now. Noticed as I returned to the computer, the howling winds outside had now been joined by the rain. I opened the window to take a photo and closed it post haste as the wind blew in.
I feel as if it should be the end of the day, weary and a feeling of self-loathing grew. None of the ailments is particularly bad, they seem to be sharing the responsibility of depressing me between them now – good teamwork! Hehehe!
I got yesterdays post finished off. Made another brew, and got on with making Jane’s graphic. Got them done and emailed it off to her.
Not feeling up to much yet. Went on Facebook. Not much in the comments, hangover attacks to blame methinks? Haha!
Went on WordPress Reader. Whoops, back to the Porcelain Throne. Not so messy this time.
Got a message telling me that my Norton supply needed paying and with new details. Got me in a right pickle trying to work through the downloading and setting up. Lost more hours of the day. I was on Google Chrome. Opened Firefox and the option to install Norton came up, but Firefox prevented this? Peed off again now! Computer playing up, nothing working right on the screen. Toolbars going up and down that should stay at the top. Must get some help from someone in the know, fear everything is going to go to pot!
Moved into Depression Mode! Restarted the computer again. Almost scared to touch anything now!
Got back to updating this post. Hoping the toolbars don’t start moving again.
WordPress not saving on Chrome now! Moved back to Firefox, then tried out CorelDraw to see whatever it is has affected it.
Had to open an auto-saved file and save it in the name of the old one and kept the earlier work?
Tried out some functions on it. Seems okay.
The hassle of yesterday and today, I blame for my feeling too tired and irritable. I’m going to sit down and hope to get some sleep.
Back in a bit.
0825hrs: Herbert is drilling and knocking away again upstairs. I heard him this time without the hearing aids in.
Had a look out through the window, then opened it and took a shot of below.
Off to do the ablutions, then it should be late enough for me to phone Sister Jane.
Got the ablution tended to. Noises very similar to the ones made by the workmen installing the heaters, drilling and banging etc. was coming from somewhere nearby? Then, the radio gave out Amber Warnings for winds 60 > 100 mph. Oh, dear! Far less bleeding this time from Little Inchy.
Tried ringing Sister Jane four times, each time I got ‘unavailable’. Tsk!
Got things ready and off, down in the lift and out into the wind.
I called at the Obergruppenfureress Warden’s Hut. Not many about, Deana who had to go out on her duties, Tenant John fast asleep and me. Tenant Glenda (I think) came in as I was going out to the bus stop. Where I found five residents and was soon joined by five others.
Little chinwags started, and Welsh Bill’s tales were about the problems he’s had with his installed heaters. First, they were too cold for the programmed heat. His electricity bill doubled. He complained to Nottingham City Homes, the Building company and the Manufacturers of the heaters. Eventually, they replaced his heaters last week with new ones. This was programmed at 21°. Yesterday he used it for the first time and woke up with it at 31°. Not bad, considering the instructions tell him the highest it can get up to is 29°s? He is off to complain again to the head office.
I told Mary I’d take the DVD sets for on tomorrow and checked she’d be in.
One the bus, I rang Jane’s hubby Pete, and he answered. Seems that Jane’s mobile is playing up. I can’t get to see them tomorrow for Jane’s birthday, so I asked if they would be in on Friday and if so, could I have permission to visit them in the gales and rain. They kindly granted me a verbal-visa to do so. Hehehe!
Dropped off in the drizzly windy City and made my way into Victoria Centre and went into Boots and up to opticians. I planned to ask them if they had any spectacles with large lenses and to make an appointment to get some. I perused those on display, but could not find any substantial enough. So, I joined the queue at the service desk.
My mind mused over while I patiently stood there with no movement in the line of hopeful spectacle wearers. By the time I’d worked out how to solve Brexit, sang the National Anthem all the way through and finished a crossword puzzle, I realised I was not going to get seen at the Boots Opticians today. So I left and went to the Next shop, where my luck was a little better.
Apart from the look of amazement at seeing an old man in the store wanting to buy Gift Voucher, she did serve me with one, and off I poddled to the Tesco Store.
I only got two pork knuckles and went to the young lady on the checkout, who didn’t speak much, as she undercharged me by 10p.
As I exited the mall, the rain had ceased, and I think the wind had dropped a bit too. But most of the populace looked rather glum as they went about their duties.
Even some Taximen were having an argument with each other.
I crossed the road and up into Trinity Square, where I took a photographicalisation of some expensive Bibelots in a jewellery shop window.
I intend to use on the TFZer site at a much later date.
Down Kings Walk over the road and down King Street into the City Centre. Where the money grabbing holiday season stall were packing up.
Some fascinating Nottingham Street Art was spotted near the Market Place.
I popped into the bookshop as there was some time before the L9 bus was due.
Nothing of interest was found.
So I had a hobble around the slab Square.
No smiling face, laughter or enjoyment burst forth from any of the well-wrapped-up Nottinghamian’s I passed by.
I made my back up Queen Street, where a couple of regular Christian’s were singing forth with “The Lord, is in my soul”. The bloke had got a guitar today, and the woman a tambourine.
One lady and myself waiting for the bus, which arrived on time, with the driver who always looks depressed yet talks nicely to us.
As the vehicle passed Sneinton, I took a picture of the Nottingham City Homes flats that had been modernised last year.
I mentioned them some time ago, you might remember. These flats are the ones that were taken off of Night Storage heating and had some magical new ones that you just turn off and on when you want to! Not like ours being done now, which are still using night storage!
Their ones that turned out 30% cheaper to run as opposed my ones that are costing twice as much to run for many of our tenants who have already been converted! Humph! Hehe!
I got sidetracked there, sorry.
Got back to the flat, entered and was greeted with the noise of whoever it is flat having their radiators installed. I’ve no problem with this activity. Well, not the sound, it has to be done. Just the stories I’ve heard about some of the radiators costing twice as much to run, some not working, some working wrongly… Oh, shut up Gerry!
I put the meat in the fridge, the card for Jane on the bookcase.
I’m giving one of the pork knuckles to Jane and Pete (If I can get to see them that is on Friday) and one for the Obergrupperfureresses.
Took the midday medications and did the Health Checks.
Went for a wee-wee.
Then added the reminders to the Google and written calendars. Bit of an embarrassment found. I’d just told Jane and Pete I’d be up to see them Friday, and now doing the calendar transfer I find that the Willmott-Brown people are calling to shut off the heaters on that day!
Globdangerations! I’ll try to find out tomorrow if I need to be here or can go out. Tsk!
Updated this twaddle then. Still having problems with the computer.
Did the night Health Checks and took the medications.
Got the curried beans in the pan to have with a pork knuckle.
The noise, as is to be expected, horrendous from the fitting of the radiators. When they get around to doing mine, I’ll hibernate in the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens hut I think.
Had a look if owt worth watching is on the box, and there is.
Then got the fooder served up. A reet treat. A whole mini-pork-knuckle and curried baked beans, Scottish Plain Bread Not so good cause I took it out of the freezer, plain yoghourt with Golden Syrup and a large mug of Clementine Juice.
Very fair. 7.9/10 rating.
Settled in time to fall asleep watching Law & Order.
Bent forward manipulating the leg by the knee, the pencil pressed against the right buttock, I got in a pickle as to
how to and what was the best way, to avoid setting off Hilda, and avoiding the splinters of wood from the half-pencil penetrating the skin of my rear end at the same time? I failed entirely in this. The leg fell, and Hilda let me know, and the pencil drew blood as it punctured the fleshy skin.
Got the kettle on.
scepticism drifted from my brain. Mind you, a lot of stuff escapes my mind nowadays, Hehe!
Stuck my head out of the window to see what the weather was like.
Got the computer going and checked the weather forecast.
Although I didn’t realise it at the time, I waddled off down the road wondering what it might have been that he thought I had said, and forgot to drop the glass off at the bin.
I did notice that the external work to the balconies and windows was still on hold.
turned right down Winchester Street Hill.
There was a small squirrel on a low wall, who didn’t seem bothered when I got out the camera and zoomed in on him or her.
Up the slow gradient on Mansfield Road and over the crest, down towards Carrington.
As I approached the vehicle, a man came out of the garden, gave me a good stare, and got it and started the engine.
understand the sign language he used, though. Naughty!
cyclist.
I got to the surgery and went to register with the receptionist, who was busy on the phone.
A sad sight a few yards up the hill on my way to the Pelican lights.
Out and up the road, and called in the Card Shop, no, Card Warehouse it’s called. 
Although it doesn’t show well in the photograph I took of it, but there came all at the same time, seven buses!
A lot of workers but not many tenants about as I walked to the foyer.
Got the computer going to update this post.
I hobbled into the kitchen and opened the window wide, then stood looking for a few minutes at the amazingly beautiful Nativity-like view that presented itself to me outside. 
Somehow I accomplished the task of getting there in time, but it was close! Oh, dearie me! Trotsky Terence has returned with a vengeance. A right mess to clean-up again.
them in the first draw I looked in.
Put the mixture back in the potato husks.
Back to the kitchen and got the plate all readied for the cheesy-potatoes to end baking
It seemed that I had overdone the volume of the nosh, again.
Made a mug of tea and got the Health Checks done and medications taken.
Went in to make a brew, and found the weather a little unappealing. Just as well perhaps that there are no buses and nowhere to out to?
Marie, Pattie, Julie and Gladys were all equal winners.
Oh, heck. I’m bleeding badly now. Off to the wet room for medicationalisationing and try to stop it. Little Inchy’s fungal infection has cracked, and the last thing I need is to go to the hospital again during the holidays.
And no bleeding either! Washed up and to the kitchen accompanied by Dizzy Dennis worryingly, to make a brew of tea.
Went to make a cuppa.
Looked up the weather for Nottingham on the web.
No time with me sleeping for so long and getting up late, for me to do any Facebooking. But I did manage to titivate a TFZer graphic.
Where the ice was near the contractor’s top gate yesterday, had been replaced with a mega-puddle and one of the resident’s vehicles.
Half-way down Winchester Street Hill. Barely any traffic or pedestrians about at all.
Over the crest and down. Had it not been a misty day I might have seen my destination point of the pharmacy.
I nearly didn’t make it.
As I crossed the Pelican Lights, I underestimated the depth of the rainwater in the gutter running down the hill. Hehe!
To avoid getting any wetter, I did not take a photograph then but did when I got up into the apartment.
sorted out in a sort of fashion.
I got the medicine, and stuff put away in their allotted storage drawers.
Got the meal prepared.
After nibbling at it a bit, I fell asleep, tray on the stomach and nodded off. Woke a few minutes later and the plate slipped off onto the floor decorating me, the recliner, the Ottoman and the carpet with tomato slices, bacon bits and cobs and crumbs!
0140hrs: Cleaned-up and got the laundry things collated, and off down the lift.
can’t be blamed?
Bit of a whippersnapper, he only looked about 55 years old. 
I nipped outside to take a picture from outside the foyer doors. Flipping cold out there!
0218hrs: Down to move the stuff from the washer to drying machine. Up again and got the Health checks done.
0318hrs: Down to collect the clothing and towels.
The cars below seem to have a good frost if or even ice, on their windscreens.
Walking down Chestnut Walk and took care not to hobble over the standing rain and snow water near the work compound gate, as it had frozen solid.
I dropped off and made my over the road into the Victoria Centre (Mall), up the escalator and in the Market.
As I departed the mall, I noticed some blue stuff on the floor near several giant flower pots and wondered what they were.
I walked along Milton Street on to Upper Parliament Street and down Queen Street into the City Centre.
Into the flat, and put the foodstuff away.
I went to put it in the spare room, and guess what? I found the other pressie I’d misplaced.
I could see the rain on the window.
Made a brew and moved to the computer and got it started. It dawned on me that I had not opened the Christmas Cards yet, so went to collect them from the top of the DVD collection where I knew I had stored them – but they were not there!?!? 
0550hrs: Made another mug of tea and had a wee-wee. Later on to Facebooking.
surprise and pleasure, they had some of the bags of the Stilton biscuits in, on offer 3 for £3, so I got six of them. Some Wholemeal Thins bread, small potatoes and a packet of 4 mini-pork pies with caramelised onion chutney on top. I forgot to get the milk, Tsk! I realised this when going through the checkout I noticed the lady in front had remembered her milk. Hehe! Had I gone back get some, I would have missed the bus to the flats, so I didn’t.
Limped rapidly out and up to the bus stop, with two minutes to spare. The bus got very busy en route. But most of the folks had a word and laugh with the driver.
offered him a cheerio ‘Good Morning Bill’, but got no reply.
The lady who walks her elderly greyhounds was braving the weather with the black one, both rescue dogs and with a sweet personality. She can’t manage the two of them, I can’t remember why now. No, that’s not right, I’m sure she could cope with them, I meant she prefers not to for some reason.
So I got the nosh sorted out.
The skyline looked like it had been painted on and had the sense of not belonging to the rest of the view. If that makes sense.
The benefit is I think when the brain is running away on its own course and all efforts to regain control of it fail; thus, sleep is impossible; at least I can put the goggle-box on, and the brain usually surrenders and goes back to its regular lackadaisically detached, uninterested mode. Then sleep comes. Fair enough, it might only be five minutes here or ten or thirty minutes there, but the system works. I should write a book about this? Haha!