Thursday 30th March 2017
Russian: Четверг, 30 марта 2017 г.
0355hrs: Woke and for a moment thought was still within the dream I’d been having; Hit myself on the chest thinking for a moment I was still on fire! Can’t recall any real detail other than I was in Edwardian type clothing in a dungeon and the ruff I was wearing was burning along with my moustache?
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner to the porcelain throne, no bother with the heavy duty demands today. Although Haemorrhoid Harold had been bleeding thick red blood, none had leaked out or escaped to ruin or create more jammies to be washed. Good that, Hehehe!
The ailments were, all apart from Anne Gyna, being kind to me this morning. Little Inchy not blood at all, barely even feeling sore as well.
Got the bag ready for the Winwood Centre Tenant Social Hours, raffle prizes and topped up the box of nibbles, I’ve got a couple of Easter Eggs for extra prizes this week.
Made a brew and got the computer on and finished off yesterday’s journal.
Another call to the porcelain throne arrived, two within an hour?
All went well, same bleeding but not too excessive.
Made another brew and took the drugs and did the health checks.
I perused the record the statistics on my Excel page and thought things were looking good?
I thought of the upcoming ambrosia of the 
lamb hot-pot I was planning for tonight. I’ll make some caramelised lamb gravy to add to it. Hopefully, I’ll get the extra boiled spuds right today
I almost salivated at the thought. Just hoping that I don’t get the preparation wrong and spoil it.
Then the sweet thoughts deteriorated as I remembered I’ve got to go and see the bank manager today about the account farce, and genuine depression reared its ugly head again!
One thing that cheered me a bit was my getting the safety socket extension thingamajig with the on/off switches for the individual plugs. I’ve set it up to hand at the side of the dangerously rickety £300 second-hand recliner chair.
I feel a lot more confident knowing I can turn off whatever I’m not using. Seem to be using more than I ever have done in the passed. The recliner, mobile phone, the three different camera chargers, the torch charger, the large and the small vacuum chargers, the TV, the computer, printer, telephone, Virgin internet… on and on goes the list of electrical connections.
Something I’ve noticed and wondered if others in a similar position might have noticed: When I remember to place one of the picker-upper grabbers near the recliner, or the walking stick, or the torch… I don’t seem to need them that night. If I forget to place them handy, then I’ll need them? Just thought I’d mention it. Hehe! Am I fainéant or what?
Another call (The third!) to the porcelain throne!
Read the book a while during the evacuation procedure. The bleeding was no worse, though.
Decided to clean my teggies afterwards, used the manual brush – the broke and I stabbed my gums!
Another blood loss outlet was created. Tsk!
Rinsed the mouth out and gargled with TCP. By gum that tingled a bit! Hehehe!
I also noticed a new set of blotches appearing on my chin.
Better see how it goes, I can always call in at the dentist on the way to visit the bank manager later… I suppose.
Yet another brew made (determined to drink this one). Polished the 1963 sideboard thingy. Then got starting on this post.
Did some blogging.
Stopped to take a photographicalisation from the kitchen window with the new Panasonic camera. Not bad eh? But is it better than my beloved Lumix?
Then did some Facebooking for an hour or so.
Tended to the ablutions, titivating myself with citrus based soap and underarm spray.
Then got ready the things for the Tenants Social Hour meeting, but forgot to take the ornamental baby chickens for the Easter party. Tsk!
Took Olive’s empty jars down with me and dropped them in the recycling skip.
The session went very well I thought. Gave my raffle tickets this week, to May from Woodthorpe Court and she managed a win with them. That tickled me.
Ex-Obergruppenfurheress Penny informed us that next Thursday’s meeting would be on Friday, and Saturday Mornings Coffee meeting was cancelled.
Not so many there as last week, but as I said earlier, everyone seemed to enjoy it today.
Plodded back to the flat (Having a laugh and chinwag with some tenants in the lift). I got the paperwork for the bank and picked up the Easter Bunnies. Called at the Winwood Hut on the way and dropped off the bunnies.
Walked to the end of Chestnut Walk and right down Winchester Street Hill and into Sherwood.
It was very warm, despite the slightly dark sky and clouds.
Crossed over Mansfield Road and called in to see the bank to see the manager.
There was a queue, but he came out to talk to someone else, saw me and took me into his office.
He told me he was being moved to another branch next week, so would maybe not see me again. (He smiled at this point, a nerve-rackingly obnoxious smile! – Hehe). He assured me he would leave all my details for the new manager.
He then contacted the State Pensions People again and told them the requested details with the required information and the proper Post Code that they promised to send me 2½ weeks ago, had not arrived. I went through the question and answer I.D. procedure again with them and told them the manager could speak on my behalf. Again they said they would send one. Why do I feel uncertain about this?
Bid my farewells, with trepidation, incredulity, scepticism, suspicion and a certain amount of doubt lingering in my heart, and departed from the bank onto Mansfield Road.
Over the road and a hobble back up Winchester Street Hill.
Mother nature showing herself as she forced the new growth of the plants right through the wooden fencing along the pavement.
Around the bend in the road, I did try to take a photo of one single, and three different coloured daffodils in a garden that appealed, but the wind was too strong, and I could not get a decent shot.
This is the best of my efforts, but I was well disappointed with it.
The feet were beginning to ache and sting as I proceeded up the hill limping at an ever-decreasing rate of shuffling. Huh!
However, the good thing was Anne Gyna was most delicate with me.
I pondered over what I would end up eating today and decided the Lamb meal had a good date on it and opted to have some potatoes with the cooked meat I got from the Continental Shop yesterday… or was it Tuesday? I’m getting old yer know, Hehe! With some peas, beetroots and cheese perhaps. Oh, and some slow roasted and mini tomatoes?
Eventually, got back to the flats and into the wetroom and onto the porcelain throne. Yet another heavy duty session? Three now I think this day.
Got the potatoes on the boil and updated this blog.
Caught up with the Facebooking session I had to cut short earlier.
Got the fodder ready.
The roast tomatoes tasted alright, but I had a devil of a job chewing them, so tough, they annoyed the broken toothbrush made gash in my gum.
This I assumed was because tomatoes are out of season. The fresh ones available at the moment are horrible and bitter?
I shan’t be trying these again until the new season starts. The boiled potatoes were over cooked a bit, but the rest of it was fine, the beetroots, cheeses, silverskin onions, roast pork and vegetable slices.
Suddenly I felt proper fatigued and bone-tired out.
Tried to watch some TV, but it was a farcical effort.
A final nip down the lift and retrieved the washing from the dryer.
The Morrison man arrived and left the groceries, and I began to put them away.
Somehow I managed to get everything away, some cramped some squashed, mind.Ablutions
The subject was cunningly and cleverly changed… with genuine poise and ability.
Getting some stuff from the fridge later, I noticed that I’d bought these here tomatoes in error on the Morrisons order.
Got the meal served up.
0335hrs: Down to the laundry room with the first bag of clothing.
0410hrs: Down with next laundry load. The first load moved into the dryer, 2nd load into the washing machine.
and up to the apartment to put the washed clothes away. Noticed a car pulling away from the space opposite the foyer doors – early riser there?
Back up a final time to the flat, and took a photographicalisation from the kitchen window of the rather beautifully blue misty scene.
Then some Facebooking.
and outside the flats.
garages that we know are due for the chop next week I think it starts.
I wondered as I took it if the younger of the residents would remember it in twenty years time and mourn its demise?
this turd on the right, nearly had me over as he coasted down the hill path threateningly close to the few pedestrians on it.
Further along, there was one tree in a far more advanced stage of ‘fruiting’ compared to the others.
Down the hill and called into Wilko and got another of the power extensions with the individual on/off switches.
Even further down the hill and into the Continental Foods Store. Where I got a small loaf, belly pork slices and a packet of the Hochland Cheese portions. Similar to the one I tried the other day.
Served up the meal in the oven tray I cooked it in.
In my panic to do this, as I stood up I trod on the headphones. The torch and TV remote thingy fell onto the floor, and I stubbed my big toe against the Ottoman footstool, and then again, against the wet-room door as I scrambled in, then hit my already bruised elbow from yesterday’s Accifauxpa on the cabinet as I sat down!
I’d planned to do the laundry this morning, but it was too late to get a machine by now. So I got the computer on and found an email from Sister Jane. She informed me that Arthur had been put to sleep.
Never felt like this before!
Got into town and walked straight to the Jessop Camera store on Clumber Street.
I tried to remember the tips kindly given me by Timothy Price, an expert on these things. Being reduced on special offer might have tainted my choice, but the main thing was, the bloke said this one had the highest zoom at X60. I think he said it was a ‘Bridge Camera’, not aware of what this means; I’ll try to remember to look it up later.
To Upper Parliament Street and over the walkway into the place. Got some nuts and a pair of trousers cause they were 27″ leg, and I don’t often see them this size, just my barrow too!
Had a hobble around with the now cumbersome and full bags hindering my progress. I know, it’s my fault! Huh!
Got the food away, new apparel and put the new camera away ready for later, when I hope to have the time and concentration to work out how to set it up, and it works.
Put it back onto charge, took the photo.
Cooked meat, cheeses, beetroot, mushrooms and chips. Not cooked enough, but there you go… further proof I’m not a cook or chef. Hehe!
Made a strong brew of Thompson’s full flavour tea and took the medications.
facing East towards the City.
Sneezing a bit then. I opened the curtains to reveal that I’d left the flipping window open all night!
ehe!
So, I think it was the third mug of tea now that had gone cold and undrunken. Back to the kitchen to make another mug. In the distance, I could see a tree with its blossom blooming and had to take a photograph of it.
Got the dirty pots washed up, made a brew and took the medications, then trimmed the carrots and got them into the slow cooker with Mushroom Soy Sauce.
room to do the weighing of my fat frame, and I found the missing camera! Perfectly naturally and to be expected, it was in the laundry bag! Huh?
Even the pulse had gone down nicely. Add the fact that Haemorrhoid Harold and Little Inchy had not been bleeding and Arthur Itis was so kind this morning, even after yesterday’s struggle in town. And Duodenal Donald had eased too, things were looking good I thought – That was before I tested the carrots again and managed without any bother to stab myself between the fingernail and finger with the sharp end knife!
Got the nosh ready. The red carrots cooked in the crock-pot with mushroom soy sauce were appetising, the belly pork divine with the beetroot cheeses and pickled eggs.
tea brew.
I repeatedly drifted off for a few minutes, woke, realised the programme had finished, drifted off again, realised the prog… you get the picture. The mind was seemingly over-active, and I have no idea when I eventually nodded off proper-like, but it was well after midnight.
notes
Checked the email, and one from Sister Jane brought me some more sad news. She is taking Arthur the cat, to the veterinary today, in anticipation that he will recommend him being put down. All thin, but Jane says he is eating well?
The Pulse seems a bit high still, but I was well pleased with the weight!
Got the ablutions tended to, wrapped up and set off to catch the L9 bus into town to look into buying a camera to replace the lost Lumix one. Missed the bus.
Sherwood was busy but with vehicles not many shoppers or pedestrians about today again.
Dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street and walked down Queen Street.
protesting about something or other. And noticed that the closed-down clothes shop was now a 24-hour
Hobbled around and came out with three pairs of trousers and a thick shirt for winter. Carrying the carrier bags with me as well, I wondered over to look at the things on the proper price shelving and racks. A few minutes later I was struggling as the clobber being carried over my arm stopped the blood flow, and the left arm froze and ached a bit.
side if she would mind me taking a photo or two of the ladies dressing gowns, as I was hoping to treat Olive when she comes out of the hospital after her operation to one.I thought it best if I show her photographs first to see if she
The total spent on this days visit, first load £131.00, second £48.00. Oh, dear me! Tsk! Both receipts informed me that I have only until 24/04/2017 to return any of the On Sale goods for exchange.
fooderies on that street.
coffee places within yards of each other. Closer inspection revealed that the distant one was closed down. I think in a desperate move by the Council, they are offering rate reductions to anyone moving into retail property there – so Costa may have moved to get the tax free perks?
I wandered in the Shopping Centre (Mall), and it was so depressing with the closed down shops (Although the eateries seemed plentiful).
appalling gathering of foul-mouthed yobboes I’ve come across in ages on Lister Gate.
claim to know no English, and if the police took any details, they would have difficulty in spelling Celestyn Wiśniewski, have to get an interpreter on their mobiles and actually do something other than fine people for dropping a nub end or parking on a double yellow line for 20 seconds. Can’t have that, can we?
I met some new tenants on my way out. Two of them spoke and talked, the other was a bit aloof. Maybe through his being new?
Just up the road a bit, I saw such beauty again in one of the tree’s roots and gave myself a moment or two admiring nature as I had not done before I moved into this flat and the amazing scenery and greenery that surrounds it.
I turned the corner and down Winchester Street toward Sherwood, and took yet another photographicalisation that I found remarkable.
Out and up the hill, over the top and down to the entrance to Woodthorpe Grange Park and through the gates, up the path.
A few hundred yards up the footpath and lady overtook me., then a Footpath Cyclist appeared
king.
With mixed emotions, but gladness that she is home and sounding a bit better, I got the meal prepared.
I got the fodder going and ended up with a super successful meal, but could not enjoy it.
When I went to the porcelain room, I was sure I could hear a rumbling noise. No bleeding again, that was nice.When I came out the reason for the noise became apparent, it was thunder.
dream.