0150hrs: Woke-up with no sense of incongruity, and in complete acceptance of my weakness for anecdotes. Well pleased that Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis allowed me a relatively pain-free pandiculating session. I think the fluid retention, although still more in the right leg than the left one, had both gone down a smidge, we’ll see later.
I sensed I had dreamt of being chased all over a factory. I do not think I’ve had one of these dreams for a while, they used to be a regular occurrence.
The porcelain throne usage was needed, and even Hippy Hilda permitted me to escape the clutches of the oh so comfortable and snuggly warm £300 second-hand recliner without too much pain.
I began to think things were improving, then stubbed my toe on the large Ottoman as I made my way to the wet room, which started Hippy Hilda off, naturally. Humph! Things went well with the evacuation with no bleeding at all.
Tended to the Health Checks. Then took the medications.
Got the computer on and had a lot of emails, due to my not attending to them yesterday. WordPress bill is due. I had to alter the bank details.
Got on with updating yesterday’s blog and posted it off.
Then started this one going up to here. Onto WordPress Comments next.
I added some photographs to the widget on the WordPress site, the carousel one.
0505hrs: Then went on WordPress Reader. Not much on it, Christmas demands I expect caused this. Hehe!
Had a go on Facebook next.
Did CorelDraw creating until around 0840hrs, Sister Jane rang for a chinwag while Pete had gone to fetch the papers.
Back Facebook to post the TFZer graphics off. A few of them here. I’ll make a post with all 21, on later.
Took this photograph while waiting for the kettle to boil. By golly, it was cold leaning out of that kitchen window. Hehe!
Made a start on the Graphics post, I think I’ll title it “TFZer Entertainers”.
0855hrs: Back in a bit…
0915hrs: I’m back folks.
I went on Facebook and added each one to the appropriate picture gallery and also posted them to the TFZer site.
1100hrs: Got it done.
Back on WordPress Reader, and comments.
CorelDraw again and got some work done on a Lynton and Martin graphic… Boing!
1400hrs: The programme crashed, and I lost everything after hours of working on it too! I nearly cried!
I gave up and turned everything off, sulked for a while, swore and did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Got the meal prepares, singing my fingers on the oven dish as they protruded through the hole in the oven gloves getting the bacon out. Humph!
The Scottish plain bread had thawed out okay. Seasoned the canned tomatoes with some Pasta tomato and garlic sauce added and liberally sprinkled basil in the saucepan.
‘Herbert’ from the flat above started his whining and banging as I settled to watch some TV. The aperiodicity of his clanging about keeps me on my toes and offers me something to get bothered about.
Once down in the recliner with the headphones on and the TV volume high, it didn’t matter. I could hear nothing other than the TV.
I fell asleep as the film came on and woke up as the closing credits were being rolled on the screen. I’m getting good at doing this lately.
Hopefully, tomorrow I can get out a bit. The buses should be running again.
Ah, the A-Team is on channel 31 now. I got as far as the first set of commercials before nodding off.
0245hrs: For a change this morning the brain engaged almost immediately I regained consciousness. It was the body that lingered a while before allowing me full access and partial control of it. Hehe!
I noticed the large notebook on the arm of the chair had been utilised during the night. Closer inspection revealed my most lucid writing ever, and a lot of it too. As I perused this monologue, the memory of the parts of the dream actually returned to my mind, when seconds earlier there was nothing in there at all. (That came out wrong?)Tsk! An idea for a graphic of the dream formed, and I added thoughts to the notes to use later. I did wonder how I wrote these overnight reminders in the dark, mind?
Luckily, my having a degree of ambidexterity, getting the fluid-filled right leg to move without too much pain was achievable. On the plus side, Hippy Hilda was far less troublesome than last night, Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger were both giving an excellent Christmas present by not bothering me at all! Yeehaa!
It took a little coercivity and encouragement, but eventually, I escaped the £300 second-hand recliner, without any stubbing of toes and Dennis Dizzies too!
Off to visit the Porcelain Throne. The session produced, shall I say, a large hard torpedo, very large. A harrowing evacuation indeed today, but this did allow me to read a chapter of the Leningrad book. Not much bleeding and what little there was I could tell came only via the Haemorrhoid Harold department. I cleaned and medicated things and me, and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
Oh, dearie me and Globdangerations!
I’d left the hot water faucet running all night! It had run cold. (Of course, Huh!) I seem to recall saying something along the lines of; “Well, fancy that!”.
I also spotted the rubbish bags I sorted yesterday, still awaiting my attention to take them to the waste chute. Guilt mode adopted! I even picked each one up and felt them for any signs of the missing belly pork slices. None found, naturally.
I thought I’d take a photo while hanging out of the window. I found a ‘Miniature’ option on the camera and tried it out. The miniature option one is on the left, auto mode on the right. Same zoom from the same position on both.
The scene got me thinking of all the families down there, kids wanting to open their presents, the excitement. But down there would be street dwellers, single folk who will not see anyone over the holidays. Sight-impaired and blind folk. Hard of hearing and deaf souls. Desperately lonely. Confused… I had to stop myself thinking, and got on with the medicationalisationing and Health Checks.
Got the computer on and did the last weeks averages. The Sys is still a bit higher, but it is coming down again now.
Then, I got on with the Dream post graphic and ode, while things were still amazingly staying in my head, and of course, those notes that I had apparently written in the dark during the night? This and the disappearing belly-pork slices both nagged-on in my mind.
The graphic was beyond my capabilities to get how I wanted it to look, but the general feeling came out in it.
I was hobbling around the Nottingham Beach that arrives in Summer each year and was searching each person and their belongings. To ascertain whether they had a pen or biro with them. I had listed to add their names to if the had both pencil and pen. Only a pen. Just a pencil, or if they had neither of them. Those with pen and pencil were cautioned and put on an offenders list. Those with only a pen were fined and removed from the site – Those with just a pencil were allowed to stay, and I bought them an ice-cream – Those with neither, I handed over to the Victorian uniformed policemen to take to the gallows! I had a miniature stun-gun adapted to the end of my walking stick, but no notes of my using it anywhere. If only memories and records like this were found after every dream. Funny how I cannot recall anything about so many of them most of the time, and then this happens every few weeks? The incomprehensibility of it all confuses me.
There came a whining noise from outside. Like wind blowing through metal fixtures or frames. Then, of course, my astute, quick, calculating, intelligent brain remembered the building is covered with metal fixtures, structures, hoists and scaffolding. How I let myself forget these are there befuddles me this is what I can see sat here through the window now.
Blimey, it’s howling out there now.
Went to the WordPress reader. Replied to the comments, and then onto Facebooking. Spent a good few hours catching up.
Shame that the moron up above me has not gone away for Christmas, his banging has joined in with the howling winds to make my already depressing holiday worse than ever. But, yer doesn’t like to complain does yer. Grrr!
CorelDraw next, to try and get some more of the TFZers ‘Entertainment’ series done. Got two more done and filed for when I get them finished.
Had a go on Facebook.
The ‘Herbert’ above me is knocking and banging away again.
Had my usual Pork Pie with the dinner. I got a Morrison Melton Mowbray one this year… I shall not be investing in one of these again. (Note the confidence of expecting to still be here in twelve months time. Hehe!). The top crust was soft and fatty. Bland tasting meat. The potato balls and tomatoes were passable. The cheese was okay. The part-baked cobs that I buttered and put balsamic sauce on were reet grand! Overall, a rating of 4/10 given.
I had what I hope was a final search for the missing belly pork slices, then another for the mobile phone, finding neither.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications, and settled to watch the much-viewed over the years ‘Dunkirk’ film, on the TV. I nodded off at the first commercial break and woke with the end-credits rolling down the screen. Humph!
I think I dreamt of being chased again, now this is a regular theme to my dreams that I have not, or can’t remember having had for a long time.
0150hrs: I think I must have been having an unwelcome dream or dreams. Because I woke to feel in a right sorry-for-myself state. Couldn’t get specific incidents from my ankle-snapper day from my head, guilt and shame took over. I felt lonely and spiritless and felt awful for feeling like this.
I have to admit, when I made a move to escape the clutches of the £300 second-hand recliner and found that Hippy Hilda was giving me gip, this didn’t seem to affect me. After I got the Porcelain Throne and had to have a good wash and change of clothes, and really struggled with the water filled legs and Hilda, it took me ages to get into the other pair of jammy-bottoms. It was too painful to lift the right leg at all. I had to use the grabber and must have looked a right pillock getting them on. But my spirits rose because I thought the pain was what I deserved anyway. I wish I could remember the nightmare. I think Dad was in there, somewhere?
I got the Health Checks done, and medications were taken.
Then made a start on finalising the Saturday diary.
The concentration was not there. I was retyping so often it got me annoyed with myself. It’s not hard to that, you know. Tsk!
I went to make a brew. Tried to get a wide panoramic shot from the window. Not as width as I took it, but an improvement in my last efforts.
It took me hours to get the blog done, but I did in the end and posted it off.
I did a check on the L9 buses over the holidays.
I forget how many days it is now since I’ve spoken to anyone – ah, the Morrison man, what day did he come. Wednesday I think.
Not going to be going out much over the next three days either. I dare not go out walking with the hip and legs how they are at the moment.
Well, shiver me timbers! I’ve just spoken to someone! The Amazon delivery driver who just delivered the Seagal tape. Well, that’s better, two people spoke to now in only five days. Both delivery men. Humph!
I got the (looking at it now, seemingly sad poem done) and posted off. But it does not depress me at all. It’s just how I felt at the time.
0830hrs: I had what I thought was a good idea come to mind, I’ll get on with the Rhyme dictionary I started a few days ago.
1530hrs: Mentally drained, I got it finished at last! Sweaty, unshaven and unshowered with no guilt at all.
I got the oven warming up to cook the mini-sausages in streaky bacon later. I was going to have the belly pork slices, but they seem to have done a bunk? Just knew it was going to be a sad day when I woke up! Hehe!
Then I got around to starting this post up to here.
Got the nosh sorted.
When I poured the balsamic sauce on the mushroom pate, it resembled something I recall finding funny, and I intended to mention this when I updated this diary. But of course I forgot about it and looking at the picture now, I see nothing humorous in it at all? Sad innit?
I ate and enjoyed the meal with relish. Then a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived as I was seated on that Throne for ages and ages. Half in- half out and agony! Hehe! In the end, I gave up, and uncomfortably got a wash and clean up, and back into the kitchen. Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Put the plate and cutlery in the bowl to soak and back to the front room to settle and watch a DVD. I felt tired but could not drop-off as I usually do. The brain was active and pondering over all sorts of inconsequential, unimportant matters.
Hippy Hilda seemed to be less bothersome than earlier. The water retention in the legs was getting farcical, though. Making movement difficult, notably lifting the right leg, that for some reason had far more fluid in it than the left one? I had gone hard too.
Got an appointment with the nurse for a blood test next Tuesday. I must remember to email them for a Doctors appointment about Hippy Hilda and the legs. Of course, as with the Terence Trotsky’s last month, by the time I get to see Dr Vindla, things will have settled, perhaps? Must mention the itching around the chest to her too.
I had another look around for the belly pork slices that had absonded of their own accord. No luck of course. There isn’t anywhere left that I have not looked. There might be a funny post in this situation yet? Hehehe!
I was cruel and ungiving, as I chose who should go, and who should stay,
I was the Party Pooper,
How low I had stooped,
Ruining the little ones fun,
I even had with me, a stun gun,
Hidden on the end of my walking stick,
Now the brain plays on me this terrible trick!
I used to cope with the many ailments I had,
I’m going bonkers now, that I find sad,
Will the NHS help with this going Mad?
I’m getting accustomed to it, in later years,
It no longer holds over me such worries and fears,
For I forget things so often, and of that, I’m glad!
Composed and published in Support of others going senile, who used to be able to control their bodies and minds, and like me, accept things as they are, despite the noisy git living in the flat above them!
0005hrs: I stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner. All night, every time I moved, Hippy Hilda gave me pain and woke me up. On this occasion, I decided to get up and do the laundry duties. I recalled dreaming about my giving away cars to people?
Lifting the right Hippy Hilda leg had never been more laborious or more painful. Why do these things always kick-off when the GP surgery is closed, and the A & E are short staffed? This reminded me of last Christmas when I had the ‘Blank Spell’ and Olive called the ambulance. A right rollicking five-hour wait to be seen, a two-hour delay to see the Cardiac Specialist, told I will have to be admitted because there is no way they can release me with the Warfarin INR level being so low. An hour wait on a trolley in a corridor for a bed, then told I was being released at midnight! No buses, I had no money for a taxi, not that any were available at that time on Christmas Eve morning, followed by a three-hour walk home!
A wee-wee and rinse, then got the clothing ready for the laundry room, took the mobile phone, empty glass jars and bottle for the recycling bin and camera down with me as well.
The lift was a bit wet, a sweet smell lingered and permeated the air in there.
Got the washing in the machine.
Went out as to the recycling bin with the jars.
No rain and not too cold out there at the moment.
Up and to the wet room for another wee-wee. On the way up, the irritational-itching started around the rib cage, just under the armpits, back and front. I think I had this during the night as well, but Hippy Hilda held all my attention as she was more painful.
Took the medications and did the Health Checks. The Sys had come down at last at least.
Down to the laundry room to move the things to the dryer.
The filter had been cleaned by the previous user, that was nice. I did drop some items in the transferring process, and boy did Hippy Hilda let me know her displeasure at my having to bend down to retrieve them. Hehe!
I limped back to the flat, had a wee-wee, scratched my back on the corner of the door, it hurt, but I had no other choice but to do this. The front of the torso was far more comfortable to scratch at.
I made a start on this diary, completely forgetting to finish off yesterday’s first. Tsk!
I was trying to do some more satisfying clawing and scraping of the rib cage and knocked the notepad off of the desk. Actually, the 1964E-Plan cabinet. Noticed the scrawl I’d done about the bat that had been found and had stopped the work on the building. At this, I looked up the Soprano Pipistrelle Bat and got a photo of one from the web.
Native Rare: The Soprano Pipistrelle is a priority species in the UK Biodiversity Action Plan. I assume they are like toads, a protected species.
I wish they would declare me a protected species. Haha!
Getting up out of the chair to go down to collect the laundry was horrendous. I was going to take the walking stick down with me but realised I’d most likely get myself all tangled up with it getting the stuff out and sorted. And there would be a strong chance of my forgetting to bring it back with me.
Hobbled down and retrieved the clothes from the dryer. Cleaned the filter and casings. Then folded the togs and got them in the bag. I managed to drop a pair of socks, and what a farce trying to get down to pick them up. Humph!
Back to the apartment and got the things in the airing cupboard.
To the Porcelain Throne. A longish session, that resulted in a proper clean-up after struggling to get up off of the WC! At least Haemorrhoid Harold was not bleeding.
Back to doing this post up to here. Realised I’d not completed the Friday post yet, so I did so.
Facebooked and then went to the WordPress Reader.
Mug of tea and started the ablutions. Lifting the right leg to get into the jammies without too much pain from the Hippy Hilda area was a significant problem. I now find that swelling of the already bloated tummy on my right side had grown and firmed up. Haemorrhoid Harold started bleeding again. Then Dizzy Dennis began with short visits. I tried to get a look at my back where the irresistible itching around the torso is located, to take a photo of it. But could not get into a decent enough position to get a clear photo for me to analyse the problem.
I hoped that a repeat of last year with the problems with the ‘Blank-Spots’ and hospitalisation that ruined the holiday, doesn’t start again.
I realised that I had not seen or spoken to anyone for over36 hours – thank heavens for the internet. Depression appeared from nowhere, and for an hour or so, I was living with a different person. Dark thoughts that slowly dissipated into the ether from which they came. To be replaced with guilt and shame, embarrassment and even more pain from Hilda’s location as I attempted to clean my lower regions and extremities. I had to use the extended scrubbing brush for them.
A conundrum as to why, but I perked-up as I got the nosh prepared, and I liked this alto-ego. (Is that the right word? I’ll have to look it up later).
I reheated three of the ‘Rustic Cobs’ in the oven for ten minutes. Buttered them well with just a touch of garlic salt and parsley. Sliced some tomatoes and dribbled them with Balsamic sauce, Stilton Cheese sliced an apple, potato chips, the tasty Mushroom pate and the Aldi BBQ chicken wings.
A mistake in getting them. I expected nothing like the tongue-burning blast of burning-hot flavour that threatened what few teeth I have left, and tonsils, with my first, and only bite of them! Straight in the bin!
The rest of the meal contents were much enjoyed. Even with the noises starting from ‘Herbert’ in the flat above. My sense of humour returned as I thought; “I hope he’s constructing a spaceship so he can get home to his planet ‘Noisygit’? Hehe!
Stubbed my toe on the way into the kitchen to put the meal things in the sink to soak.
Took the medications and did the Health Checks. Then Made up next weeks dosage pots.
The evening sky was multi-coloured.
Settled to watch a DVD, but failed to get through it due to falling asleep so often, waking up and rewinding, then nodding off again… Gave up and tried to sleep and couldn’t nod-off!
0145hrs: Stirred from the dreams, and found no signs of any nocturnal nibbling. For a few moments the brain was in an apanthropinisational mood, but it kicked into gear and informed me that I required the use of the Porcelain Throne, and to check out the damp sensation coming from the lower regions and Little Inchy. So I made moves to do just that; Unfortunately for me, Hippy Hilda was not too keen on my getting up and shuffling about. So I diverted to the kitchen and took a pain-killer, that I’m pleased to announce seemed to work later, and she became more tractable with me. I got further diverted from the Porcelain when I took the usual dosages of the morning medications and then did the Health Checks. Unwise really, my holding things in.
Eventually, I got to the wet room and had a mini-marathon session that proved messy and uncomfortable. Also needed a lot of cleansing and medicating afterwards. I resisted taking a Senna tablets yet, though.
Little Inchy then had to be treated. I’m hoping the bleeding stops soon, as I am very low on the Daktacort Miconazole nitrate/hydrocortisone cream now. Still, it has stopped for now.
Got a decent headache coming on, but I’ll put up with it gladly now that Hippy Hilda has eased off for me. My EQ gave me the impression that Duodenal Donald is brewing up to have a go at me later, though. Tsk! Worra flipping life! Hehe!
I got the computer on and started to finalise yesterday’s diary. Then made a start on creating some daily headers of a humorous and political nature, and made up the templates for the next few days with them. This took a phenomenal amount of time because I got carried away and made few of them complicated and needed a lot of patience to get them something like right. I reckon I lost four hours just doing these. But as I had planned to not go out anywhere anyway today, I enjoyed doing them.
It was gone 0730hrs by the time I got back to inaugurating today’s diary going.
I poddled into the kitchen to make a brew, another brew! And, as I have often wanted to take a decent photograph of the local birds, and I noticed a wood pigeon (I think it was anyway), land on some bushes down below. Although it was well-misty out there, I adopted perseverance and endurance to try and get one. I could not get close up without losing clarity. So, as I hung out of the window, camera-strap around the wrist, I waited and waited for the bird to fly off so I might get a shot of it in flight.
As I waited, I heard the ‘Herbert from upstairs doing his clanging and banging about again. Most annoying to think he might be bothering some other tenants who might actually want to sleep in. The Swine!
Of course, the moment I instinctively moved my head away and up towards the animals flat above – off went the bird, and all I got was bare empty bushes in the picture. Tsk!
Christ, he’s started drilling along with the banging now! I know they told me the building workers had finished yesterday, so it must be the ‘Herbert’ making the noise, right above where I am sat at the desk – and getting more and more annoyed and doing myself no good at all, cause Duodenal Donald has kicked in now! Season ofGoodwill you know… Grrr!
I had a perusal of the comments and answered them, there were masses of them, and I replied to both of them. Haha! Then on to WordPress Reader.
Did some Facebooking.
Now on CorelDraw creating a new series of TFZer graphicalisations.
Nosh sorted out. Seasoned baked beans (Light Soy sauce, Balsamic Vinegar and Distilled vinegar), the German franks, last of the tasteless, bland, dull Tesco bread (Threw the rest away). Lemon curd yoghourt, Lemon Mousse and an apple to complete the meal. Nice one apart from the Tesco bread, still gave it a rating of 8.2/10.
Hippy Hilda started to play me up again, so I took a limp up and down the hallway to see if that would ease her temper.
Took the medications, with an extra Codeine Phosphate 30g and did the Health Checks, then hobbled up and down the hall again.
Something was shoved through the letterbox, one of the famous ‘Notes’ we get here, you know. Hehehe! I opened the door seconds later to find nobody there? He or she was quick!
I saw that the illegal and not allowed unless you are someone unique, doormat was still there.
So, we have Bats in the Belfrey? Some rare ones apparently too. I wondered if, by the ‘Removing Render’, they mean the cladding outside or the air vent slots to the kitchen?
I settled in the £300 second-hand recliner. Got a Boon DVD on and the landline tone chirped up. There was no way Hilda would let me get out of the chair in time to answer it, but I tried – and then Dizzy Dennis attacked.
I actually considered whether or not to press my Wrist Alarm Button for a while. Glad I didn’t, because the dizzies eased off after half an hour. But I don’t think I had much kipping. It seemed every time I lifted more than moved the right leg, Hippy Hilda didn’t give me some jip! Fingers crossed on this. I would have risked another painkiller, but the agony of getting out of the chair to the kitchen dissuaded me. Hehe!
Oddly, even with the pains, I stayed awake and watched three episodes of the Boon DVD, and really enjoyed them. So as not to get up again and bother Hilda, when the disc ended, I put on the TV as I still could not get to sleep. I managed the odd minute or two but would wake up again, watch TV, nod-off, wake up… Humph! Gave up at 0005hrs and boy, the pain getting out of the recliners, yet half an hour later it had eased?
Taketh care all, and try to have a fantastic holiday period if you can manage it!
0215hrs: Woke feeling so tired after little sleep. Yet I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner without much bother, Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis had both calmed down after last night’s farce with the Whoopsiedangleplops, and I was off hobbling to the Porcelain Throne.
Another longish session and I had to clean up Little Inchy again, a contumelious affair.
I got the computer going, and then did the Health Checks and took the medications. All seemed okay.
Had to go back to the Porcelain Throne again. The book came in handy, half a chapter read.
Made a brew of tea and took a photographicalisation from the kitchen window. As I hung out of the frame into the morning mist, it did not seem too cold.
I had a period of annoying ingeminating. No idea why, but I kept getting up from the computer to see if I’d left the tap on in the wet room, then later I checked to make sure of the faucets in the kitchen. And, to see if I had left on the stove. Unnerving few minutes that, I just felt I had to make sure?
Back to sorting the Wednesday diary and got it finished, then began this one.
Went on WordPress Reader.
Did some Facebooking and then closed down the computer and got on with the ablutions. Good shower shave and sugar! Is that the time? I must rush. Hehe! Haemorrhoid Harold and Little Inchy, not bleeding. Hippy Hilda and Arthur still giving me unpleasant grief.
Got the nibbles and raffle prizes in the bag and set off. I had a limp around the back of the block. Passing the end garages and up the side path to Woodthorpe Grange Park. Well, I say up it, I got so far in the mud and realised I could not get back safely after a few yards.
I turned and involuntarily slid most of the way back down again.
So I took a photographicalisation of the building from the bottom of the incline being as I could not get back up again.
Arthur and Hilda were most displeased with my actions, me too!
The workmen were up on their amazingly constructed hoist grafting away again.
I think they break for the holidays tomorrow, Mary told me last week, and surprisingly I remembered. Of course, I might be wrong. Haha!
I took another picture from the front end corner. My window is the one underneath the platform.
I poddled along painfully in the mud covered road of Chestnut Walk towards the hut known as the Obergruppenfureresses Offices and Winwood Tenants Social Shed.
Passing the picturesque, warped, bird-phoo covered stained Old Peoples bench. I took a shot of it, and as I did I thought I saw something moving on the seat planks, so I zoomed in and took a close-up. What is that between the planks sticking up? I added it, to show-off and for a bit of fun. Naughty Inchcock! Hehehe!
The tenants seemed to me in a good mood today, most of them. May (Who had lost her husband.) was bearing up well, bless her. Bill (William on Sundays) reminded me of myself, confused. Haha! Jenny was hard at work, as usual, keeping the tenants updated on things, making tea and supplying nibbles supplied by May, and a sausage roll and mince pie for each of us. She looked particularly attractive this morning. BJ arrived later, and was in a talkative mood, and seemed fitter today. I enjoyed seeing that.
I handed out the nibbles and put the raffle prizes on the trolley. One or two residents even helped me with the crossword. BJ and Jenny both helped me finish the one I was doing. Good people!
I decided to go to town and Tesco, to get another Pork Hock, Part-baked cobs, fresh bread and milk.
Said my farewells and out to the bus stop. Where a few others were already there. Nora, the amiable and sociable lady, got on the bus with me, and we chatted about the old times en route. I felt so happy at that moment.
I got off and crossed the road then walked up to the Tesco Store. I spent a good while plodding around and just perusing what was on offer. Then I pulled myself together and sought the products I had gone there to buy. Ended up getting; Flatbread, four part-baked packets of various types of cobs, another Pork Knuckle, two lemon curd yoghourts and a baking potato. I forgot the milk, Tsk!
Paid the young lady who served me with the minimum of verbal contact and an expression that said two things. One, “I don’t want to be here!” and two, “Why did you come to my checkout, you old fart!” – Not the quality of insults, objectionable sneers and twisted lips like the Lidl staff, though. But maybe she is new and will learn later. She indeed was not a complete nescient, like those that Lidl obviously train-up, encourage and employ.
She gave me my change, loosely in the vicinity of my hand. I thanked her and wished her all the best for the holidays, getting a look up and down from her, but no words in reply.
With the weight of the bags, the pains from the ailments got pretty bad as I left and made my way towards the home bus stop for home.
I walked down King Street and took these pictures of the happy, contented, kind, caring, contented Nottinghamians.
I struggled up Queen Street to the L9 terminus and waited. The accompaniment of two youths having a raging argument outside the post office doors hardly stopped the ankle-snappers screaming demanding something or other, using false tears for Christmas from their Mother. As she dropped fag ash on them while on her mobile phone and ignoring both kids.
Each party soon moved on and away. Thankfully. All this to the feint dulcet tones of; ♫ O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant, Come and behold Him, Born the King of Angels, O come, let us adore Him… ♫, lingeringin the background.
I was imbroglio minded, after seeing and hearing this performance. There seemed to be a lot of prostaks about today?
The bus arrived and departed early, me being the only passenger.
Near the Milton Street junction lights, a private hire taxi nearly hit the bus!
At the next stop a lady tenant, another nice-natured one, I think her name is Brenda, from the 11th floor got on the bus.
We had a good long natter en route home.
I struggled with the bags on the way to the apartment. Brenda got off on the eleventh floor and bade me farewell and an enjoyable holiday. I returned my best wishes to her.
Got in the flat and had a wee-wee. Checked on Little Inchy, some blood had leaked, but not a lot, as that magician used to say.
Put the fodder away and got on the computer to update this twollop.
Three hours later, with Hippy Hilda having calmed down now, I went to the Morrisons site to do an order. Got it in for next Thursday. Remembered milk, Scottish Plain bread and mini-rolls.
Feeling so tired now.
Health Checks and medications were taken.
Sorted the Nosh; Pork Knuckle, tiny tomatoes potato chips, tomato sandwiches and BBQ sauce, fresh orange juice and lemon mousse to follow. If it were not for the incredibly-tasteless Tesco in-store baked bread, it would have been 100%. Shame!
Dizzy Dennis visited me severely, but Arthur Itis and Hippy Hilda both eased off.
I put the TV on to watch some Law & Order, but I dropped off into a dream filled sleep at the first set of commercials.
I wish I could recall the content of these nightmares, but only an imprecise, vague impression of my being powerless lingered in the grey-cells.
