Saturday 30th September 2017
Bad night for dreams. Did not wake up until around 0530hrs. Then, I glanced around the room and the same feeling that overcame me last night returned. Well, many feelings but all with the same pattern of guilt at the state of the place. Contrition, disgrace, pangs of conscience and self-reproach being the worst of them.
I recalled the promise to myself last night that I made: “I’ll get the cleaning up done first thing in the morning, use the hoover later so as not to bother the neighbours with the noise.” The idea of leaving it all and doing something else, anything at all – fleetingly came to mind, but the guilt was too strong.
The ailments seemed kind as I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and made my way to the Porcelain Throne. A rock-hard start, followed up with a messy slush of sorts?
Then into the kitchen to make a mug of tea. Did the Health Checks and took the medications, well, I was about to: I had to rush back to the Throne, and it was not a good session, it was a long hard battle for a few minutes again, and then Trotsky Terence had a bash at me! Splashing, spraying, More cleaning up to do before I could start on the housework – or should that be apartment-work or flat-work? Haha!
Back in the kitchen again, I found I had left the hot tap running and now, had no hot water! Briefly, I allowed naughty thoughts to come into the brain, like, “Should I bother doing the cleaning, no hot water will make it difficult to clean-up…” But, my conscience would not permit me the luxury of being slothful again! I decided to start on the front room.
The view outside was
beautiful as I went out onto the balcony.
The lights were about to go out, cause I think they do so around 0600hrs this time of year.
Took a look at the
windows to see if I might get away without cleaning them on the outside. The mess inside was more noticeable with the lights on inside and dark out! What an idiot I am! They were in a terrible state, and it was evident that they needed doing urgently.
Tsk!
I took two photographicalisations down from the balcony, to the left and the other, straight down. To say that I did them in a rush, they came out alright, I thought. And, it was not cold at all out there, and the few spots of rain earlier had stopped altogether.
I tried to energise myself and apply a gritty ‘Sticktoitiveness’ into my psychological state. To dedicate me to get the cleaning up done, whatever happens! So I did. Although as you will read, the stickability idea came unstuck, thanks to Trotsky Terence, old age, Anne Gyna and bleeding a lot rather when I had my shave. Humph! Hehe!
The photographs following, are of the area before of the left, and after on the right, of each zone tackled so heroically by Inchcock, I thank you. (Hehe!)
I decided to work anti-clockwise around the room and to end up doing the hoovering because it would be well past 0800hrs and some by then. Started with the corner display with the photos on it. I seemed to cope with the bending to dust and polish, even the screw on ends, without too much hassle. Did the frames and spent a few minutes when I saw Dad’s and Suzie’s pictures. Replaced the other stuff. Felt quite good at this stage, mind you, of course, I’d only just started the job.
Then onto the DVD shelves and the fire surrounds. This took me three hours to get done, and other Porcelain Throne visits in between.
I made up a bag of stuff to take to the Nottingham Hospice Shop later. Lots of DVD’s and the new fancy landline phone I didn’t get on with at all. I tried to sort out the DVD’s, thinking the 20 or so I was giving to the Hospice Shop would make more room, there seemed to be less by the time I’d done the polishing and started tp out the whole lot back on the shelves? I replaced Maries’ kindly donated to me from Australia, Koala Katie in pride of place on top of the DVDs and had a chat with her. Well, I love Koala Katie!
Dusted and polished the fire surrounds, truncheons, plaque, clock, dusted Margaret Thatcher, she still ‘Squeaks’ when squashed you know, even all these years later!
Tackled the bookshelves and moved the hearing aids and accoutrements into their own tray. Then started on the 1963 second-hand G-Plan that holds the landline and computer and printer stuff on top and all sorts of rubbish inside. A Major Calamity Grade Whoopsiedangleplop here! I’m afraid. The wooden door runners spilt open when I tried to close them after polishing them. The right-hand ones do not open anymore, Sob! I’ve left the left ones ajar so you can see how they should open. I had to use WD40, brute force and a prayer to get the broken door to close. My heart in the cleaning up task faded at this point!
Heck of a job getting the computer and TV screens cleaned without leaving any streaks. The alarm panel was involved too, I was scared of setting it off. After doing the best I could, I stopped for a break and mug of tea.The dreaded one next!
The dreaded one, the paperwork! But I took my time and got things sorted in the end. I remembered to keep the audio record book and card out on the writing desk and the INR card too, cause I’ll need them this week. (Smug Mode Adopted here, Hehe)
The office looked a lot better than it has done for some time, the two folder holders are beginning to burst at the seams, though. Might have to invest in another one soon.
The one area I thought I would not have any hassle with was the chairs. I was wrong! The cover on the recliner just did not want the hoover to remove all the little crumbs from my nocturnal nibbling session. Then I sprayed the wrong polish on the leather chair with the broken leg and cracked at the back. I used the window spray in mistake for the leather spray. What a Pallava it was getting it sorted!
Finally (photo taken at 1825hrs) actual time approx 1200hrs), the hoovering was done, a wee-wee and fatigued in the extreme now.
I wanted to get the Nottingham Hospice things delivered with the other stuff.
I pondered a while on if I would be okay walking around the block. Thought I would be, apart from Trotsky Terence and Anne Gyna giving hassle, all seemed well.
I boiled some saucepans of water and the kettle to get a stand-up wash and shave. .. then I thought, would the shower heater work now the boiler is cold? I was in luck, it was hot water coming from the shower head. Hippy! So, I carefully did the teggies, and shave, into the shower for a scrub-up and got the togs on, and bag ready to take to the Hospice Shop.
I got as far as over the road and onto the gravel hill path up to the park and realised I had not got the hearing aids in or the Lumix with me. So I legged it back to the foyer, and two girl tenants were just getting out of a taxi, so I waited for them holding the door open and helped one with her bag into the lift. To the flat, picked up the aids and camera and off again.
The feet were not too bad, but Anne Gyna was giving me bother.
Up the gravel hill again. Hehe!
Through the park to the gates and had a look at the Food Stalls on offer. Nothing of interest to me, there were seven food stalls, eleven personages available for serving clients, and two potential customers.
Very sad for th
e retailers.
Into Sherwood and dropped off the things at the Hospice Shop.
Sherwood seemed awfully quiet for a Saturday?
I walked down to the Co-op and got some soft bread and bananas.
By-passed the cake and hot food shops and made my now, very slow limp up Winchester Street Hill, back the complex.
On the way up, I spotted this slug. It seemed 
to be trying to drink water in a little crevice on the cracked pavement. Or not?
I was getting more wearier as I plodded on.
I got in and onto the Porcelain Throne, yet again. Splashes, splatters, WC and myself to clean up again. Getting fed-up again.
Did the checks and medications and took an anti-diarrhoea capsule. Then spotted the morning drugs that I was about to take much earlier when I got the Trots… still in their pot untaken! Tsk!
The recycling bags were posted through the door, they seem to come every two weeks nowadays. All five of them.
Then got on with finishing off yesterdays diary. Better late than never. Emails and WordPress reading. Then started this journal off. Many hours later. Even more, sacred hours passed my usual head-down time, I got it finished as the evening darkness grew darker.
Thought about the meal and what to have and got the urge to have some baked beans, seasoned with Balsamic vinegar, cheesy potatoes and BBQ smoked mackerel sounded nice. Realised I had only one tin of beans left, I added some to my Morrison order for Wednesday, or whenever it is for.
Then got the nosh cooking, well, no cooking at all really. I had instant mash with the last of the cheese mixed in, BBQ mackerel and baked beans with balsamic vinegar.
The light and free yoghourt had gone off badly – Pwher, nearly I passed out when I whipped off the lid! Eurgh! Haha!
Hope the others in the fridge are still okay.
I think I was too tired to get to sleep tonight. The nodding offs did not start until very late on. And, one dream, well, bits of one of them I could recall and made this graphic in the morning to show what it was about. I was at the British Railways house in Brookfield Place, as I was living there in my early years. I was on my own and searching for a ten-bob note in the outside loo, and the pigeons would not let me get out again? That’s all I recall.
Did the health checks and took the medications.
The following experience is not a joke and actually happened. There I was, at the only lift still operational. Pressed the call button while the cage was on the 15th floor. It came down by-passing me, to the 6th floor. Then down to the ground floor. Then back up to the 14th floor, and down again to the ground floor. Eventually, it came up to collect me. Hehe! It stopped at the 8th, 6th, 4th and 3rd floor going down, but there was no one at the 6th or 3rd floors?
The City bound bus arrived first and waiting there a surprising amount of us old fogies that got on, and it picked up much more en route.
he Nottinghamian pedestrians were still crossing over the pelican traffic lights on red, as usual.
reduced itself to barely a drizzle, as I wandered down Queen Street into the City Centre Slab Square.
I had a wander through the back streets. At the jewellery store window, one of them as dedicated to watches.
I hobbled around the back of the Council House and down to St Peter’s Church and Square.
I visited the Marks & Sparks food hall in their basement. Always a financial mistake me doing this. £11 spent this time. I really should resist the temptation to go in this shop! Ready-made colcannon mash, Cheddar mashed potatoes Rosti and a chicken risotto made up for the expenditure. And, I’ve got to chop up the chicken pieces before 
I dare try to eat it. I thought when I bought it, there would be only mushrooms in it. Idiot!
much to the displeasure of other people about. Oh, dear!
anyway.
I did get a photograph of this ‘Uber Eats’ Pavement Cyclist though, making his way up to King Street.N
Oh, yes! Hehe!
of what the place should look like when finished.
I looked up and took this photograph of Woodthorpe Court at the same time.
Got the nosh sorted. A bit risky, but did the Frits chips I got from M&S, but made sure they were not crispy.
The whole meal went down well, I must say. Perhaps a tad too much balsamic vinegar in with the pulled pork. But you don’t like to complain, do you? Hehe!
Got the bag and accoutrements needed and went with them to the lifts.
Got the machine going and up to the flat.
Carried on with the dairy. When the alarm/timer beeped, I collected the empty bottles and took them down with me, to put them in the Recycling bin.
Out through the lobby doors, the rain was falling, and a collection of fallen leaves had gathered rather artistically against the brickwork divider, I thought.
and gently laid my three sauce cleaned bottles on top of the nearly full receptacle (Not wanting to make a noise and disturb anyone), I realised that I may be the only non-alcoholic tenant in the place!
Back up again to the little dwelling box on the 12th floor. A wee-wee, kettle on and another wee-wee? Oh, dear!
Then set off on a hobble around the back of Woodthorpe Courts, by Winchester Court, up the hill onto Sherwood Vale. And right down to Chestnut Walk and down that to the Winwood Social & Obergruppenfureresses cabin come hut.
Between the two blocks of flats, I actually saw some workmen.
As I walked along the side of the dividers, I had to take care not to slip in the wet mud from the rains.
As I passed the top of Winchester Street on my way to the shed, I espied they had put up new signs on both sides of the road.
I noticed through the fencing on Chestnut Walk, a load of Nottingham Street Art had appeared, thrown through or over the railings into the park. Humph!
What a mess to clean-up and treat, when I did get in. No going out for me today, too hazardous now.
About to go onto Facebooking, and both fire alarms went off, Communal and the one for this flat! I can’t hear the Communal one, but my alarm was going off, made me investigate outside, and I heard it then. Oh dearie me!
Tired now, I got the meal on the go and served it up.
can’t eat without pain, can’t even go to the toilet without it either… Oh yes, I was in the depths at this moment.
d finished a graphic for a TFZer, who lives in Idaho.
Shattered now.
0324hrs: Back, up and did the Health Checks, Sys157, Dia 74, Pulse 80, Temperature 33.6, W 14.94.
s from the lift lobby.
informed us in Capital-Letters again, of the TRA (No idea what it stands for... oh yes I do, Tenant Resident Association. Only guessing)
If we fail to do this, anything on the balcony will be, as it is wrongly typed here: WILL BE REMOVE AND DESTROYED. Hehe!
Now, this was nice of her. Being concerned about someone who might need her help, and trying to put whoever it was, mind at rest.
update. I made this graphic adding this mornings photograph at the bottom, of the AMP (Alien Mutation Process) on the elevator number one floor.
some people are not interested in working without an additional bonus slipped to them. Who can blame him?
0444hrs: Down once again, to collect the laundry and titivate the place. It certainly needed some attention.
The filters looked like they had not been cleaned for days, so clogged up with gunk and fibres.
As to why they should even have been in the laundry room in the first place?
Then, as I went to go back to the flat, I spotted outside the foyer door, a traffic cone had appeared?
The Morrison man arrived. In and out like a flash he was.
I realised that I had now bought three products claiming to be from; USA, Australia and specifically one from Idaho.
Upper PArliament Street was also jammed up. It soon became apparent why.
the Slab Square, and the bus had pushed the white van into the back of the lorry.
The bag at my feet was not very full, but it caused a bit of attention when I accidentally dropped my bus pass into it. Hehe!
Went into the kitchen to make another brew of Thompson’s Strong Tea, and spotted the three empty bottles awaiting taking down to the recycling bin that I’d forgotten to take when I left this morning.
I got the fresh Morrison’s mackerel pieces I had delivered this morning out of the fridge and spread some of the Italian De Nigris Glaze Fusion Soy with Balsamic Vinegar over the fish. To marinate for use later, Mmm!
Morrison ‘Best’ Lemon Curd Ice-cream as well, but only got as far as looking at it in the freezer… And this phenomenally robust and breathtaking will-power overcame me! Talk about mazel tov myself!
I’m ashamed, and hesitant to say, I shouted out loud and used a naughty word!
ony to take this lovely photo of the greenery and my most appreciated and beloved copse on the left in this picture.
0230hrs: Woke and fell asleep again – 0315hrs: Woke and nodded off again – Craig Cramp’s attack!
0440hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, had a wee-wee and to the kitchen.
Depressed at the thought of the noise starting again from the flat above.D
days now, and it is getting to me, I’m afraid.
Compared to the previous weeks, there was little difference. Last week’s at the bottom, the week before at the bottom.
I got the last of the potatoes into the Crock-Pot and seasoned them. The intention is to overcook them, then bash them up with some cheese and milk, so they can be eaten with the minimum of hassle to the damaged teeth.
first bus to get the other bits in, hope the rain stops soon.
Nora and Roy were there, and we had a good chinwagging session. Others joined us, and the City bus arrived, only two of us got on this one.
peas x2, Caramelised gravy granules and Balsamic vinegar. Total £5.54. Paid the none-talking lady on the checkout and left the centre (Mall).
The bag was now getting very heavy to carry.
I took this photographicalisation of the top of King Street. It shows people how tight things are for the bus drivers, who are continually delayed and I do not know how they manage to keep to their timetables at all.
I got the crossword book out, and at the next stop, Lillie and Nora got on the bus and sat behind me. I asked if they could help with a clue about a type of ear-ring. ‘Loops’ she said straight away, bless her. This helped me get going with it nicely. But 4 down Virtuoso, still has me beat! Tsk! Last one, too! I feel I should know this one, but the brain refuses to cooperate. Haha!
We chattered away, and I mentioned the noisy neighbour. Lillie said she heard the racket as well. And she is one floor below me! When we alighted the bus at the flats, I had a job keeping up with them again. But credit where it’s due, they kindly held the list for me until I got there. Bless em!
I got the things out of the bag and put away.
Got the nosh served up, a bit of a battle with the preparations being messy and needing a lot of cleaning up afterwards.
Terence was coming back, this morning, no signs at all of him, now!
I did the tests twice again over the next few hours, these are the results. Why the little Sys?
Took me awhile to get nosh sorted, with having to cut up and mash everything – and I made a right mess of it too!
Did the Health Checks and took the medications, then I put the kettle on the boil.
The lovely lady from the at-risk home arrived and was as usual ignored by the others, and I made a point of having a chinwag with her and sat near her on the bus into Arnold..
Got off the bus at the same time as Welsh Bill and nattered a while.
I don’t recall much else, I think I must have drifted off quickly, cause I woke up in the same ‘TV watching position’ on the £300 second-hand recliner around 0200hrs, thinking it was much later and got up.
Made a mug of tea took the medications and did the Health Checks. The weight had gone down a bit. (He says smugly, Hehe!)
tooth and Hernia Harry, the day has started very well indeed. (Big mouth?)
The distant scene, looked to me, with the mist and all, that the sea and coastline, that could be seen through the fog.
A touch of guilt came over me as I went to make another cuppa, and I saw the state of the kitchen floor.
Never mind, I rubbed in some of the Phorpain Gel to ease the fingers. Dare not take an extra Codeine cause I’m using some to deaden the Incisor Suzie Teggies, already.
A bash on Facebooking, and WordPress reading for a couple of hours.
Petrol Station with three pumps, six individual service accesses.
e Lenigrad book while I waited for the evacuation to start. Some medicationalisationalistic activities required afterwards.
Noticed the odd hue in the sky while the kettle was boiling. Took this picture using the night-setting mode on the Lumix camera. Not a very decent one, and… I managed without any effort to bang the back of my head again on the window frame as I got back inside after taking the photo.
Made a nice string drink of tea, using the new dainty Porcelain mug with the beautiful pictures on it.
Went onto Facebooking. After a couple of hours, I went to make another mug of tea.
The Iceland Man cometh. Bringing the extra fodder I’d requested. And what a mess I’d made of this order, too!
came. A frozen cheesy beans and sausage ready meal. I thought this was going to be a fresh Cottage Pie one. And, a bag of chips I could not remember ordering.
the cabin with Obergruppenfurheress Julie to use or hand out. Had a natter with some tenants at the bus stop, and caught the bus into Arnold.
Luckily a arrived at the bus stop in plenty of time because it arrived 4 minutes early.
Back at the compound and up the lift with three gals and we had a laugh or two.
My years of doing Security Work came to the fore when I looked outside and noticed these two chaps at their vehicles below. Funny that, cause they were probably just getting ready to go home?
I abluted and changed in the nightwear. Put on the rather colourful leisure trews with the pockets in them. My mate and neighbour of many years ago, Jock Kirkpatrick had a pair very similar to these, and I had a sad moment or two thinking of and missing him but enjoyed a few happy memories as well. “Hang on Jock, I’ll be up with you soon mate. Please make some of your tatty-scones for me when I arrive, cocker!” Hehe!
Got the fodder served up, and mighty grand it looked and smelt, too!
Back to the £300 second-hand recliner and watched some of the film on the box.