0205hrs: Woke and started to pandiculate in a slow, calm manner. But Anne Gyna started off despite the care I thought I’d taken. Only Hernia Harry joined her in giving me grief, though. So things were looking good enough for me. I actually felt quite salubrious, but this was before I tackled the evacuation of the £300 second-hand recliner chair. Somehow or other I managed to let my supporting limb slip off of the arm of the chair and onto the phone charger on the Ottoman, thus cutting my hand on the edge of the plug thingy, in the purlicue, Tsk! And I thought seconds earlier how good things were looking. It didn’t bleed much though. Into the kitchen and wiped it up.
Carried out the health checks, afraid the weight has gone up again.
Also, I felt a right Schmuck for ringing the NHS Helpline on Wednesday about the increased Sys and Dia readings, there are now back to normal. Just as well they did not ring me back anyway. Huh!
Makes me feel Floccinaucinihilipilification (Looked that one up, Hehe!) for myself. Considering my insecurity and diffidence more lately. The futility of my efforts to get some help or guidance lowers my esteem as well.
Still, along came a demand for the Porcelain Throne and I forgot all about it. Had an excellent session once again. So then I perked up a bit – mad innit?
Back to the kitchen and took this photograph out of the window. IT came out horrible, and I can’t understand why in the viewer it looked so much more clear and distinct.
Felt a bit down again then.
I thought I would pan and start prepping the meal for later. Cut up and seasoned the belly pork I got from Aldi yesterday, into the crock-pot. Used some Light Soy sauce in the water and added some onions to it. Put the baked beans in a saucepan and small potatoes in one too. A splash of balsamic vinegar in both pans. LAter I chopped up some tomatoes and added them to the beans.
The chap from above started his knocking about again.
I got on the computer and finished off yesterdays Inchcock Today. I had a lot of Emails, so I went through them.
Then onto WordPress Reading.
Out of time to do any Facebooking or graphics. Had to rush and get the ablutions done in time (I hope) to catch the bus.
All went well, and I was on my way to the bus stop in plenty of time.
As I poddled down Chestnut Walk, this lorry was backing out of the building compound. This was one of the smaller trucks and shows the difficulties they have in getting into and out of the delivery area. They have to drive to the far end, behind where I was, to get to the only space big enough to turn around in and back up the Way to escape the place. How those dirty-great Ready-Mix Cement lorries get in and out bellies believe.
Resident May, was at the stop when I got there. Gave her a nibble-bar and we were soon joined by a few more folks. A chinwag was interrupted when the bus arrived. I caught the L9 outbound along with eleven other tenants, all of the others dropped off in Sherwood, and I carried on to Daybrook to alight and go into the Sainsbury Store.
Where an embarrassing incident took place. I was trying to get done quickly and only needed Smoked Fish, Surimi, Dessert and potatoes. I thought I might catch the next bus back to the flats if I was quick enough.
Luckily the store was not very busy.
Straight to the fish counter and they only had two pieces of smoked Cod Loin, and I asked for the larger of the two. I distracted myself by asking the lady how long I should cook the slightly thick tasty looking lump of fish. Then to the prepared fish counter and got two packets of Royal Surimi, then the veg section and got some small potatoes, one of them being expensive only available at Sainsbury’s, Anya variety. On to the fridges and got some Lemon Meringue Mousse desserts. All done in no time it seemed and off to the checkout.
When the bloke asked me for £17.54, it shook me a bit, but I had not the time to investigate then, as I had to rush off to the bus stop.
Got the bus in time and settled to have a look at the receipt. That piece of fish had cost me £10.14! Tsk!
When the bus got into Sherwood, many other tenants got on, and we had a bit of a laugh going up the hill to the apartments. George, May and I started to walk to the block after a few words were exchanged with some tenants getting on the bus.
I lagged behind again, and they were off ahead. But waiting for the lift had delayed them, and I caught up as they both were getting into one.
Got in and put the food away. Did the Health Checks and took the medications, had a wee-wee and got the kettle on as I got the fodder cooking.
The belly pork looked right, well all of it did as I got it served up in the bowl. But it didn’t taste like I had hoped it would, although I#ve had many worse efforts. The pork was the worst tasting thing on the plate. Cooked soft as I had expected, but tasteless.
I got the pots washed up and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner with a ‘Rumpole of the Bailey’ DVD on to watch.
Around 2000hrs, I fell asleep and had a dream, a long time since I recall having a nightmare. I was back on the water, the steaming water in the fog, dirty water. Not a wooden one this time, but a coracle; that leaked continuously but did not sink. Mist all around. Faces, people would appear through the haze now and then, glide over to the boat and stick a hypodermic needle into it, no aggression was shown, they smiled as they stabbed… Oddly, I felt I knew each one of visiting spirits despite my not recognising the faces. I think I dived out of the boat for some logical-at-the-time reason? Despite my fear of deep water and inability to swim. Hey-ho!
I’m so glad I had scribbled the notes of the dream in much better than regular hand-writing because I can remember nothing of it now. Well, apart from the water and fog.
Woke 0000hrs and must have made the notes, because they are here on the pad?
A Sign of Mankind’s abject failure, squander-mania, greed, ingordigious, intolerance, esurient cravings, avarice, jealousness and self-destructiveness!
Thursday 26th October 2017
Esperanto: Ĵaŭdo 26 Oktobro 2017
2230hrs (Yesterday): I’d woken up thinking it was morning and discovered what time it actually was.
I’d taken the Health Checks but did notice the time before swallowing the medications and applying the various creams and lotions Tsk!
I got the Wednesday Post finished and started on this one. A little confused to say the least!
Did some graphic tops for future use.
Turned everything off and Nipped into the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. All was good in this department this morning.
0110hrs: Made a fresh brew of tea and had a peek out of the window.
No rain or wind, and it was warm really.
Got CorelDraw back on, and the Virgin Media Internet returned.
Although depressed with things, the toothache and NHS Helpline had not rung back etc. The brain did not have its Boeotian spell like it has for the last three mornings. I wish it had, then I might not feel so low if the grey-cells had played up and gave me something else to worry about. Hehehe!
I updated an old TFZer graphic on CorelDraw.
Emails, Facebooking and WordPress Reading followed.
I got a good long hard ablutionalisational session done. Scouring pad, back brush and elbow grease used in the shower. Hehehe!
Applied the medications and lotions and sat on the Porcelain Throne… where I stayed for hours! I’d got to a fascinating chapter in the Lenigrad book, and seemed unable to put it down. Several pages later, as the body mass and extremities started to feel the cold, I put the book down and adorned my well-upholstered flobby body in some clothes. A challenge this is you know!
Assembled the raffle prizes and nibbles box in the bag, and did the second of the day’s Health Checks. The reading seemed to have come down and steadied a bit now. I wondered if I might get a call today from the NHS Helpline?
Soon it was time for me to set off to the Winwood Tenants Social Hour. Where I was so pleased to see that Jenny and Frank had returned from their short holiday. Jenny looked in fine fettle and spirits. She actually sang to the three gals and me as we entered. Welcome to my World, I think it was, of course, I might well be wrong on that. I probably am. Bless her.
Jenny supplied me with a small cup of tea. I put the raffle prizes on the trolly. Bill (William on Sundays) was at the same table, along with the big superior chap who helps me with the crosswords sometimes, and the lady who is assigned to the flats for the duration of the building works. A few more in attendance this week, and seemed cheerier. I took the nibbles around in the hopes of getting a chinwag or two in with the other residents, but it didn’t work out like that again.
I was thinking of leaving to catch the L9 bus up to Mapperley Tops to get some fodder when BJ arrived. Managed a quick natter with him, he was looking in good health today.
Bid my fond farewells to one and all, but they were nattering away, and no one responded. Which was not a bad thing, cause they were communicating, laughing and I was glad to see them having such a good time.
To the bus stop and a few others joined me.
I took this photo from the stop, of my Woodthorpe Court Flats. The builders were putting something up at the back of the block, to the right. Looked like a climbing frame of some sort to me.
Caught the bus up to Woodborough Road.
Walked along to the Aldi Store. Where I spent a fair bit of my ever-dwindling cash. Tsk!
They did not look busy as I approached through the car park. But when I got inside, it was pandemonium.
On my hobble around, getting many things I did not need or were painful for the poorly teeth to eat (Humph!). Some tiny potatoes, long-life skimmed milk, fresh whole milk, cooked Free-range Chicken Thighs, tomatoes, tinned garden peas, a packet of two Ciabatta rolls, belly-pork slices and a bargain bottle of Maple Syrup for £2.99, that is £2 less than Morrison charge for theirs.
Of course, I withhold judgement until I actually get around to tasting it.
Paid the young man and got to the door to leave, and I had to stop and distribute the weight between the two bags.
As I got out onto the road to walk along to turn right and down Winchester Street Hill, I was struggling with the bags and did not see tenants Margaret and her hubby. (I think her name is Margret). She laughed as she nudged me. They were on their way to the Aldi store I reckon. Lovely couple, I always like to have a talk with them.
A short distance down the road, I noticed this Speed-Warning sign. Most likely that is had been there for years, but for some reason, I had not seen it before. This brought on a moment of self-pity and feeling sorry for myself. Huh! No longer having a licence or car and there I was with Anne Gyna giving me grief and carrying a bag that was making it worse.
But I soon came out of it, when I came across this piece of Nottingham Street Art.
I wondered what it was?
Walked on with a little visit from Dizzy Dennis that only lasted a few moments, thankfully. Anne Gyna not happy, but I was because Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were both giving me a rest.
I got back and into the flat, not feeling bad at all, just so tired.
I got the fodder away and prepped the meal.
So exhausted now, I got a Rumpole of the Bailey DVD on and watched a couple of episodes while the meal cooked. Glad to say, I did not nod-off and let anything burn.
The meal itself looked grand and tasty, as indeed it should have been. But, my option of the chicken thighs was a bad one. For the teeth would not let me masticate at all, as the flesh was so tough. Usually, when the teeth are okay, I like it like this.
As I did my best with it, I noticed blood had dripped down from the loose tooth onto me and the plate. Ah-well, that’s life nowadays!
This took the edge off of the meal. The potatoes, tomatoes, onions, peas and apple were grand.
The bullet-like beetroot from the Sainsbury’s British Baby (Note that these were quartered and are still as big as the potatoes) Beetroot in Sweet Vinegar jar will have to be given or thrown away now. Never in the field of Gastronomic Disasters have I come across such rock-hard undercooked tasteless beetroot in my life! Argh!
Did the washing-up and turned the TV on.
Soon off into the land of nod, at the time the first set of commercials started.
0135hrs: Once again I woke as if I was another person, not actually here, but watching myself from above or through a camera lens? And, like the last few mornings, things fell into place slowly as the grey-cells reformed themselves into a semi-coherent workforce again. Memories of a dream filtered through. I was committing urbicide, stood at a model town layout with buttons that when pressed, blew-up that area of it? No idea which town it was. Someone was with me, damned if I know who, a bloke, tall, spoke proper coherent eloquent English and had a tweed jacket on with brown leather elbow pads. He would not let me detonate the explosives at the latrine building? I was amazed that I could recall so much, and in minute detail, and yet felt far more took place that remains a mystery to me?
I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner without any Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas and made my way, without stubbing the hallux, or any other toe actually. The Porcelain Throne Session was a good one, but signs of things slackening were present, I think Trotsky Terence might be lurking charging his loosening batteries ready to attack later. Tsk! I’ll take an Anti-Diahorrea capsule with the medications I think. Or should I? I seem to procrastinate, hesitate and waver without any effort, you know. Sad innit?
I carried out the required, ‘but no one is bothered really’ Health Checks then.
Blimus! Sys and Dia are still a bit high. Not sure if I should see someone about this. I could ring the 111 number and ask them? There you go, see? I’m vacillating again!
I updated the Excel record page.
0515hrs: Then bravely rang the 111 NHS Helpline. After confirming my Telephone Number, Date of Birth, Address, ailments, NHS number and that it was not an emergency, the lady asked me what I was calling about. Took me a second or two to remember. Hehe! I explained that I did not want to go to the effort of going to see the Doctor and bothering her if the readings from the BP machine were okay for me and in range of acceptability.
0525hrs: After few more questions she told me to reconfirm my telephone number and not to use the phone until I get a call back from a qualified advisor.
I guess I partly don’t want to bother the doctor, but just want assurance?
I made sure the readings and dates were all correct.
Went to make another mug of tea and took this photographicalisation from the kitchen window.
I’m still uncertain why the pictures are coming out as if the light is different to reality. I think.
Checked the Emails and did some WordPress Reading.
Tried Facebook, knowing that it is going to go down to a crawl speed-wise or freeze on me.
Did some TFZer Graphics. Using photographs as a background for each one, from those I took at the Papplewick Pumping Station 1040’s do last Saturday.
In the last one, I think I got in 14 TFZers and a few pets.
0715hrs: No call from the helpline yet. I was hoping to get out today, but dare not until they do call with the advice for me. I can’t do the ablutions either, too early with making the noise from the shower, and I can’t hear the phone in there either. Tsk!
Back on Facebooking, got the graphics posted on the TFZ site.
Had a stand-up wash and shave with the door open. (Yes, it was a bit nippy in there, Hehe!) So I could hear if the NHS Helpline rang back.
Getting on now, 1105hrs, so too late to get out shopping now. Well, if they ring soon I might get out, but there will be no buses back then.
Got another TFZer graphic done. Sandie in her hippy gear and Nash. An Austin made a compact car, the Austin Metropolitan.
1355hrs now, still awaiting the call-back from the NHS Helpline from 0515hrs call I made to them.
Another day stuck indoors lost. And the weariness is coming on strong.
Got the oven on to heat it up.
1410hrs, got the meal cooking, that it needed much preparation.
The chestnuts were too much for the teeth to bear masticating, but the rest chewed and went down pretty easily.
I felt so weary now. I washed the pots and got the TV on without sound or headphones on, just in case the NHS Helpline rang back. Which, of course, either they did not, or somehow I missed the call?
I woke and thought it was morning. I found out this was at 2200hrs! Foolishly did the Health Checks, but did stop myself in time from taking the morning medications.
Made a brew and updated this diary.
O. I did feel a right fool!
To make myself feel worse about my calling the NHS Helpline, the Sys and Dia had gone down a bit now. The pulse had gone up some though.
Did a graphic to use later as a diary top and tried to get to sleep again.
0201hrs: I woke feeling so much betterer than last night. A different person. Proof sure, that the getting a decent few hours uninterrupted sleep in can do help.
I got the washing sorted and was soon going down in the lift to do the cleaning session.
0220hrs: Back to the flat. Lift One had gone down again.
0248hrs: Down to move the things from washer to dryer.
0258hrs: Up and made a brew, did the morning Health Checks.
Took the medications.
Started the computer and got carried away with updating yesterday’s Inchcock Today. Graphics and photographs sorted and I was doing well. Then I realised the time, as I started to scan over the Emails.
0540hrs: Whoopsiedangleplop there! Shot down, lift number one now working? Extracted the clothes and folded them into the bag. Cleaned the filter and casings. While I was doing this, I had a mini-Accifauxpa as the cloth slipped and I caught the knuckles on a sharp edge of the machine. Hey-ho!
Back in the flat, the lighting seemed to have gone all greenish? Earlier when I photographed the HC machine, it was kind of yellowish?
Beats me.
Got the clobber put away. As I went to make another cuppa, I spilt the milk on the floor.
So I had a good sweep and mopped up session. Took this photograph and the hue in the room came out a different one this time?
I wonder if it is the camera or something I’m doing wrong with it? The colouring on the few pictures I’ve taken this morning are all different? I can’t work out what’s happening.
Got back on the computer, and a reminder of the Morrison Delivery being due shortly came up. I thought I’d ordered it for delivery on Wednesday as usual, but no.
Got the diary posted off at last.
0725hrs: Then onto WordPress Reader.
The Morrison order arrived.
Stored the stuff away. I had ordered 2 x 8 (240g) Birds Eye Fish Fingers on offer from £1.39 down to £1.
They substituted them with Two Birds Eye Fish Bites (350g) @ £4-04. And I had to take them out of the boxes to get them to fit into the freezer and stuff them into an open packet of chips (fries) and jiggle them about to get the drawer to go back in. Grumph!
Comestibles and nutrients were plentiful to keep me going, anyway.
Began on this dairy again.
Then onto Facebooking.
Made a fresh mug of tea.
The outlook from the window was bleak?
Back to Facebook. Had to save then restart everything because the computer had gone very slow.
Still not up to speed.
The doctor’s surgery sent me the INR reading, at last, it’s on 4 – which, had it arrived with the first Email, would have given me time to get to the dentist and try to get the teeth done.
But too late now. Grumph!
Got on with the TFZer graphicalisationing.
I’m putting some of the TFZers in scenes come photos I have taken of Nottingham.
These ones are from the Papplewick Pumping Station I went to, thanks to BJ, last Saturday.
Took me a few hours to get them done mind, but I did enjoy doing them. No Dizzy Dennis visits either.
The boiler room picture I added two of the TFZer lads.
The original picture ! was quite pleased with, this on with the added personalities I took to and thought one of my better efforts of recent times.
The old Austin Ambulance shot I took near the coal supply depot, and blacksmiths forge place.
Three TFZer gals were added. One in the driver’s seat, and two others in front of the vehicle in nurses uniforms.
I really hope they like them.
Started to try and sort out why the MS account would not let me access the Word or Excel upgrade without having to go through a selection process that always ends up with them offering me to pay again to get into the extra things, that I still have no idea, are?
As I stumbled around, trying to avoid clicking and paying again. Eventually, I got Access, at least I think I have. I’ll find out I suppose next time I open Word?e
The doorbell burst into chime, and the young man, Ryan from the Nottingham City Homes arrived.
He set up the Slarm strobe and Pillow Alert (Shaker) in short time.
More electrical cables to worry about now, and less free sockets, but no complaints, he did a good quick job.
Tested they were all working.
He cleverly got the Pillow Alert under part of the £300 second-hand recliner backdrop cushion. Tested it so he knew I could feel it when it shook. I hope it doesn’t affect the metal ticker, though, should it go off?
Got the nosh ready.
Luckily toothache-wise, the Cox’s apples were soft fleshed.
I struggled to chew the cheesy potatoes a bit.
Overall a rating of 9/10.
Drained once more, I got the pots washed and down into the recliner and watched an episode of Rumpole of the Bailey on DVD, then I feasted watching TV favourites, London is Burning, Pie in the Sky and part of Hetty Wainthrope investigates, before drifting off into some much-needed sleep.
0145hrs: I woke, still felt so tired and wished I could get back to sleep – and blow me, I did!
0300hrs: Stirred again, this time I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner, cumbersomely and in need of the Porcelain Throne. A good session too, where the mind became emergent and into life proper.
Health Checks: Sys 188, Dia 75, Pulse 80, Temp 35.1 and Weight 14.96, not happy with how the Sys seems so high lately.
I think I’ll go for the INR Test today instead of tomorrow and at the City Hospital DVT Clinic, and mention this to them, for the staff at my GP surgery, don’t seem interested at all. I don’t overly worry about these things as a rule, but this is concerning me a little.
I’ll take a nice steady walk up to Sherwood and down to the ring road then up to the City Hospital later this morning, get the blood test done and hopefully some advice on whether or not I should bother the doctor about the high level of the Sys. Don’t like to bother her just in case there is no need and I get that famous “What the hell are you bothering me for” look back from her. She hides it well, but not well enough that my EQ is fooled. I still like her a lot though, she is usually straight with telling me what’s what… well, she has been in the past.
I made a start on this diary up to here, then got on with finishing yesterday’s off. Then did some WordPress Reading.
Checked on Facebook.
Did the Emails next.
Got the stand-up ablutions done next. Strip-wash like, so the shower noise did not bother the neighbours.
Got the nibbles and checked I had everything for hirple to the hospital. Bus-pass to get back, Mobile phone with the flat battery, Lumix camera, DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) appointment card, umbrella, folding walking stick, nibbles for the nurses, crossword book, Emergency Medical Card, pen, bird seed… Yes, I think everything is there. Hehe!
On the way down in the lift, the latest Alien Blob had already escaped her mucus shell.
Her light brown skin now exposed, the gel lingering around her.
Set out on the hobble. Only a light sprinkling of rain, low winds and not cold with it at all.
Up gravel path hill, passing the Copse on my left. Anne Gyna did not like this incline at all.
But amazingly she eased off with the pains, and my gasping for breath ceased once I got to the top of the hill into the Woodthorpe Grange Park.
Where I was met with a sombre sight – many of the trees near the Pitch & Putt golf course were in the process of being murdered.
I just hoped that the reason for this herbicide was not to make it easier for the golfers?
Most likely some disease I convinced myself. I went left down towards the Mansfield Road exit gate, and as I stood underneath the beautiful trees that lined the footpath and took in natures wonderment, this Nottingham Footpath Cyclist came by me, making me jump a little as he wissed by somewhat close to me, I thought. At least he had a light on his bike.
Out and crossed over the road and made my way over the hill and down to the traffic lights.
At this stage, I felt somewhat okay physically. No Dizzy Dennis, Duodenal Donald, Haemorrhoid Harold and Reflux Roger also in a good mood with me. Why even Hippy Hilda was alright to me. (Although she did have a good go at me later, bless her!)
The wind got up, but it was not a cold.
Even found myself merrily singing away to myself? I say singing, I was Yodelling actually. (Not out loud, Hehe)
Turned right at the lights and down along and Edwards Lane.
Crossed over the road at the pedestrian crossing and onwards to the Traffic island on the Ring Road.
Not a lot of traffic this morning.
As I crossed the pelican light, I saw this in the middle of the path. I had to smile and say to it: “Not at the moment thanks.” Hehehe!
And then, another Nottingham PAvement Cyclist came at me.
This one was in a hurry
His little legs were going like pistons.
I carried on along the side of the fields, looking through the old rusty iron fencing and wondered how these avoided the wartime collections of metal to build s Spitfire in the olden days? Just a thought.
At the kid’s play area in the fields, I spotted some Nottingham Street Art Graffiti on one of the children’s, well I’m not sure what it is. Perhaps a skateboard area?
I’d not noticed this monstrous artwork before, but it looked well worn?
As I plodded on further, more unintentional Nottingham Street Art? Haha!
The rain started as I passed this by, and I hoped that the junction box was not still connected.
Onward and to the hospital around the corner. Into the haematology waiting area, took a ticket from the machine an sat down to await the number 129 being called out. Got the crossword book out and within a minute, my turn was called out. Blimey, talk about quick!
Into cubicle three and was met by a lovely lady. She reminded me of Nurse Nichole. We managed a chat as she took the blood. Heck of a job stopping it bleeding afterwards, so I assume the reading when I get it will prove low and unsuitable for the Dentist. Spit!
Gave her the bag of nibbles, thanked her and set off to catch the bus back to the flats, well, Sherwood to get some milk to replace the bottle that has gone sour on me.
Caught a number 40 bus and dropped off in Sherwood. Seemed that someone or other had been having a feast at the bus stop.
I wandered down to the Co-op store and got a pint of milk.
Out and back up to the bus stop.
I managed to avoid the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on my way back up the hill.
Three gals from the lats were waiting, and I joined them. The noise from the builders seemed like their topic for the morning.
Dropped off on Chestnut Walk and they soon left me hobbling behind them. I got there eventually and up the lift and into the apartment.
I was suddenly hit with weariness again. Not ill or sick, just so tired.
I got an early meal. A simple, quick one today.
Instant mash with lots of cheese, nice and soft to be kind to the teeth. Smoked mackerel which was a little painful to gnaw on, I had to suck on it. Hahaha! The tomatoes were not too bad.
Basically, all I did after that, was to sit and nod-off and wake repeatedly.
Most annoying not being able to get anything done.
0200hrs: Woke with a throbbing headache. Apparently, I overdid it yesterday with the excitement and hobbling around the Papplewick Pumping Station 1940’s do. Late finish as well, that does not help.
The mind again running away toying with me as it tried to assess what the heck was going on. No fecundity, as I slowly got to grips with it and stirred myself into tackling the extrication of the body mass from the £300 second-hand recliner. Not an easy task this morning.
Made a brew of tea and got on with finalising the Saturday Diary. Got it posted and made one solely for the Papplewick Pumping Stations 19040s show visit yesterday. Nearly all just photographs.
Then started on this one, up to here. The rumbling innards began, so it should be an interesting Porcelain Throne session when it finally arrives. Haha!
Checked the Emails, still nothing from the surgery about the INR level or appointment. I feel sad about this, a little uncared for… no, that’s not the word, erm… neglected by the medical people.
0500hrs: I stopped to do the Health Checks: Sys 188 Dia 75 Pulse 80 Temp 33.1 Weight 14.94 The Sys seems a bit high? Made a small drink of tea and took the medications.
Chopped the remainder of the belly pork up and seasoned it in the Crock-Pot to marinate a few hours before I turn it on. This time, I’m recording the seasoning that went in. ¼ little bottle of light Soy sauce, a good sprinkling of balsamic vinegar, some distilled vinegar and a rinsed out the few remaining dregs of the Maple Syrup bottle. I have no idea what I used yesterday cause of the blanking out, so will just have to hope that this comes out anywhere as near good as Saturdays; Because it was super-good! Incidentally, I did not have any dizzies or cut fingers today, either. (Bragging a bit here? Hehe!)
Back to the updating.
My headache has eased a lot now since I took the medications with an extra painkiller. But I do not feel happy taking any additional drugs.
Went onto Facebooking. (Hoping that it will not start sticking and freezing again, Grr!)
Internet signal gone once more, the weekend isn’t it! Grumph! Turned everything off, pressed the reset button. Into the kitchen to make a mug of tea. The rain was more substantial, sky darker and wind higher.
Had a wee-wee, the tried again with the web. Working, but very slow.
Finished the first TFZer graphic eventually.
With all the stop starting while doing it, thanks to Mr Branson and his so-called Virgin Media; I’d made errors in it. Grr! Got the names the wrong way around and missed off two TFZer gals from the graphic. That was because I could not save the thing when the grunglesloptitty internet died on me.
Tried again.
It was slow going, but doable.
Got this one of three TFZer lassies and one chap, Andy, in a bakery shop having a tea break I think?Hope that they like it.
Getting a bit tired now, poor old thing. Hehehehe!
Hope that they like them.
Got them posted of with the bestest captions I could think of.
Then added them to the respective Facebook albums.
The day had gone by the time I completed these graphics, so I got on with sorting the meal out.
The seasoning on the belly pork that I’d hoped would come out similar to yesterdays, was a disaster.
The onions and tomatoes were excellent.
Masticating was easy, what with the belly pork being done in the crock-pot and coming out nice and soft, easy on the teggies.
Settled and got the TV on, there was plenty of films to watch on different channels. I didn’t have the energy to concentrate on the book. Hehe! I didn’t even have sufficient to stay awake either.
Ludicrous really. Started watching an old movie, Railway Children and nodded off at the commercial break, woke up with another film on, nodded off and missed an entire Steven Seagal film waking up to a War Documentary, then nodded off again.
0145hrs: I stirred and lay there pondering on the dream I’d been having, what few bits I could recall faded into the ether in seconds. All I could sense was they were not happy dreams.
My body wanted to pandiculate, but the ailments (Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis) prevented my being brave enough to attempt to.
I thought of my escapades Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas I’d suffered from the buses this past week and some ideas came into the grey-cell box for an ode I might try to do about them.
I struggled to get my scarily pantagruelian body-mass out of the £300 second-hand recliner. So much so, I went to weigh this whale-like two-legged temple of overweight Falstaffian look-a-like old chap. Oh dear!
Made a brew and did the Health Checks and took last nights medications that I forgot to take them then. Must remember to take the morning ones later. Tsk!
Made a start on this diary up to here then finalised yesterdays. This work took a while with all the photographicalisations needing sorting. I did not enjoy doing this one, too many Whoopsiedangleplops needed explaining and trying to get the complicated scenarios clear was not easy.
Made a Diary top-graphic and checked the Emails. Then did some WordPress reading. Got some good comments today, and returned my thoughts to them.
Made another mug of tea and took the morning medications.
Took this photo out of the kitchen window, the rain coming down and the wind blew into the flat. There will be a reason for the odd positions of the parked cars. Some residents will need more room to disentangle themselves from the vehicle than others.
Moved onto Facebooking next, fingers crossed that it will let me get something done on it without freezing this time.
Went to brew another mug of tea, and took this attempted Panoramic view of outside.
Not too pleased with it. It was much mistier and grey than how it came out?
Back to Facebooking. Then had a search for the slow-cooker recipes for belly pork. Got the meat sliced and into the Crock-Pot, but unfortunately had a Dizzy Dennis attack while seasoning the brew in the pot. I can’t remember what I put into it. When the head cleared, this is what it looked like.
I found, scattered around the kitchen tops: Light Soy Sauce, garlic paste and tomato and herb tubes, wine vinegar, distilled vinegar and an empty jar of tomato sauce for Italian dishes and a bottle of American BBQ sauce? Surely I couldn’t have put all that in with the pork slices?
Found the timer running down at 3hrs 54minutes, which seemed right, 4 hours slow cooking for pork I think. The controls were on low. Just cannot recall doing it all.
As I put away the flavourings, the thought that I’d made a Whoopsiedangleplop of Gargantuan proportions could not be removed from my mind. This is going to be a meal that is going to be uneatable, I’m sure. Rechecked the pot and found I’d added some fresh tomatoes to it as well, a lot of them. Then I saw the empty bottle of Buckwood Maple Syrup in the bin. Oh heck! I could poison myself, Tsk!
It all smelt rather like a, erm, I don’t know. Nothing I’ve ever eaten had had a pong like this one.
Made an order for grocery delivery while the brain was working alright(ish). Hehe!
Doing the Email replying and the phone went. It was BJ asking if I wanted to go to Papplewick Pumping Station, which was nice of him. I thanked him and accepted his offer. But now I have got to rush about to get ready in time. He’ll ring me when he’s on the way so I can get down to meet him in the car.
Turned everything off and got the ablutions done. Midway through and the doorbell chimed out. What an imbroglio as I opened the door with the towel wrapped around my morbidly obese body to find a lady delivery driver stood there. Must have been a terrible shock for her. The parcel was for 72, but at the other block of flats. Back into the wet room and finished off the ablutions.
BJ rang to let me know he and David were on their way.
Got the nibbles in the bag and got down to walk to the end of the road. BJ papped his horn to let me know I’d just walked right past his car. He fooled me by coming in a new car. Hehe! I climbed in, and the three of us conversed en route to the Papplewick Pumping Station.
It was nice to see the volunteers and have a chinwag with a few of them again.
Getting through the gatehouse, the first thing I saw was the BBC Austin Camera Van and a group of people in period costume behind it.
We all made our way to the water storage pond where they were displaying 1939 style firefighting techniques.
BJ asked them if David could have a go at the hoses and they let him.
BJ and David said they would be back at the pond for the mock battle and wandered off.
I hobbled around, taking in the musicians of those years, the old vehicles, the mini train and folk enjoying their ride around the track.
I got back to the pond for the mock battle, but no signs of BJ or David.
It was a very realistic battle this year, what I saw of it.
So many people were watching it, I got pushed further away as they arrived and had to use the strong zoom to get any photographs.
I continued my stroll around met BJ and David and went in the cafe with them so they could have a cuppa and a chinwag.
Off on my own again, I went inside the boiler room, always a favourite of mine this one, without a doubt.
Felt a bit of a Dizzy Dennis coming on, so I went under the trees and sat on a bench, got the crossword book out and spent an hour or so trying to advance with the crosswords I’d got stuck on earlier. There were plenty of them.
Haha!
I went back into the boiler house and pumphouse for a final wobble around.
The artwork that went into building this place is phenomenal.
I’m going to do a post with all the photographs in later.
BJ rang me to meet them ready to depart, but again I could not find them. BJ is such a charismatic chap that everyone wants to chatter to him, and he had got sidetracked.
Eventually, an hour later than planned, we departed, all content and smiling.
BJ called into the Daybrook Aldi store so David could buy himself some lager. I went in with him to get a pint of milk. Now we know that young Davis is a big a lad, but he amazed me when he bought 2 x 10 bottles of lager, paid for them and put them in a strong carrier bag and went out with him carrying them in one had!
As BJ continued lifting us both, I wondered if the belly pork in the Crock-Pot would be alright.
I thanked him and said my cheerios to the pair of them and made my way up to the apartment. The smell from the cooking pot that greeted me was nice.
Had a wee-wee, got the chips in the oven, returned to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne Session, no problems at all.
So tired and weary now, but the good news was that the belly pork tasted smashing! IT was very soft to masticate too.
Just a shame I can’t remember which seasonings I put in the pot with them! Haha! Whatever they were, they coloured the crock-pot a bright orange that tool a lot of soaking and cleaning afterwards.
Sat with the TV on later, the phone rang, but I was incapable of getting up, I was just done-in. Being around the time that I keep getting a call from some prat telling me he’s from Chucky-Chicken with a delivery for me, I did not answer the thing.
0200hrs: Begrudgingly my brain allowed life to return to my body – and with great reluctance, I opened the eyes to reveal the copious stomach to be covered in bits and bobs. The Lenigrad book, still on the page I started to read it on last night, nocturnal nibbling indicators (Empty Min-Cheddar biscuit packet, a pen inside of it?) The stomach rumbling.
As I tackled the job of moving my mass out of the £300 second-hand recliner, the apotheosis of this action was finding an iced-sucker stick in a place no one should ever see an iced sucker stick. It didn’t half make me jump as I straightened up to stand. I’ll say no more!
Waking the last two mornings has been a pleasure, not so today. The unwillingness of my senses to communicate and link up with each other to even pretend to form an adequate regulatory bond was scary for a while. The brain told me to go and take the medications, and the body wanted nothing to do with the brain’s commands? Fair enough, this lasted only for a few moments, but suffice to say it made me nervous.
After a wee-wee and wash, I felt things coming together again. Then, when I got the medications out to take with a freshly brewed mug of tea; I realised I only had seven tablets in the day’s box. I was sure there were usually eleven in the morning dosage.
I checked the other pots in the weekly trays. Sure enough, I’d made a right great Whoopsiedangleplop of making this weeks up!
I emptied and started to redo next weeks pots to be on the safe-side, like.
It’s a jolly good job I don’t suffer from any form of Kakorrhaphiophobia, and am by now used to and accept that things will not improve any at my age, and Whoopsiedangleplops, Confusionableitis and Accifauxpas will be part of what life remains. Well, no point in moaning is there?
To the Porcelain Throne, where I waited in vain for the evacuation procedure to begin. All I got was rumbling and grumbling accompanied by the occasional escapage of squeaky sounding but loud, wind.
My EQ suggested to me that today was not going to be good medically or mentally. Oh dear!
I got yesterday’s diary updated, finished and posted off.
Did the WordPress Reading.
Graphics made for the TFZer site.
Took the bin bags to the rubbish chute. Ablutions tended to without any shaving cuts and bleeding from the lower rear quarters.
Out in the drizzle and tool this photograph through the gates of the centre compound where they are building the now block of flats. They are still piling in the concrete underground.
As I plodded along Chestnut Walk, I could see there was a group of tenants already at the bus stop. Marie, Angela, Doreen, Flo, Roy, Snot-bag (I don’t know his name, and have probably got most of the others wrong knowing me, Tsk!) and Bill Three, and we were joined by others later. A few chinwags and the lady from the top home arrived, and she always seems to like having a chat and me listening when we meet. Some of the other tenants do not understand that the woman has mind-problems and tend to ignore her. She is struggling to get her weight up, I gave her a nibble bar. The general mood was a little lighter this morning and cheered me up a bit, but then I didn’t know what was to come later. Hehehe!
The Bestwood bound bus arrived first. Only, I can’t remember her name, kind lady, err.. erm Mo I think, and I got on and had a natter on the way to Arnold. I got off and went into the Sainsbury store. There were no baskets to use, the fish counter had none of the river fish I wanted, and an Arnold Pavement Cyclist nearly ran into a bloke as I left to walk into Arnold Centre to visit the open market, and try Asda for the fish and Stilton Cheese Biscuits.
Another Pavement Cyclist came close to clobbering me en route.
The market only had a few stalls open and nothing I fancied or needed.
I went into the Saver shop to see if they had any Dettol Lavender Disinfectant or Citrus Air-Spray.
They had neither. Not doing very well today with the shopping trip, was I? I pressed on and arrived at the Asda (Walmart) Store.
They didn’t have any river fish either, but I got a fillet of Smoked Basa fish. The lady asked me if I wanted a cooking bag to do it in the oven?
I thanked her, and she put the fish in what looked like a regular brown paper bag. She assures me I could just put it in the oven as it is. I was dubious about this and wondered if I’d heard her right. So, on the way around the shop, I got some battered fish fingers and fishcakes to have and froze the fish I’d bought when I got back home. I’ll ask around and find out if it is safe to use the bag in the oven. They did not have any of the Stilton Cheese biscuits in stock either, and no Dettol.
I checked the time and got to the bus stop with plenty of time, 20 minutes before the electric powered L9 bus was due.
It arrived on time, and I was so glad, cause I knew a visit to the Porcelain Throne was brewing.
Three others and I got on the bus.
The vehicle moved a few yards and came to an abrupt stop – The power on the bus had ran-out!
We were going nowhere and got told to evacuate the bus quickly, just in case there was a problem with the batteries.
This on the left is what happened to one that had battery problems last year. So the driveress today, did right in getting us out sharpish. But nothing happened, other that we all had to find another way of getting to where we were going.
I caught a number 58 bus to town and dropped off in Sherwood. I kept my eye out at each bus stop to see if any of the other tenants were there waiting for the L9. I scribbled a note on an envelope I had in the bag, writing as boldly as I could; “L9 broke down” to show them through the window. But there were no residents at any bus stop.
I got off the bus near the Dentists in Sherwood. Five tenants were waiting for the L9. Roy, Doreen, Mary, Angela and Dot (I’ve no doubt got some of the names wrong) were there. I explained the situation to them and started to walk up the hill and down through the Woodthorpe Grange Park, then down to the flats. Mary caught up with me and walked together nattering away, back to the apartments.
I took the opportunity to shoot her photograph as we passed my beloved Tree Copse. I needed a rest anyway, the hip and knees were terrible, Anne Gyna started off, and I still needed the Porcelain Throne. Hehe!
Mary met another tenant as we entered the foyer and stopped for a chinwag, but I had to continue on to satisfy the WC needs.
Got in, and onto the Throne. A lot of bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.
Put the new fish in the freezer and got the meal sorted. Battered cod and fishcake, tinned garden peas, tomatoes sprinkled with balsamic vinegarette, sharp onions and a pickled egg.
Despite being in a bad mood over the bus fiasco, in pain mainly with the teeth, after eating, Hilda Hip and Anne Gyna, I did enjoy it so much. Best one for ages.
Just too tired to do anything at all after putting the dishes in the sink to soak.
The phone rang, but I ignored it.
I soon fell asleep. Missing the evening Health Checks and medications. Huh!
