Woke around 0130hrs, struggled out of the now refusing to work £300 second-hand recliner chair again and off for a WRWW. Back to the seat and the thing worked perfectly?
Settled down, soon got off again and dreamt of when I was once again an ankle-snapper living in the Meadows area of Nottingham. Not many details clear, though, I think I was on a railway line with some other nippers?
Up again at 0400hrs for another WRWW and WRHD session. The haemorrhoids were bleeding a good bit, perhaps the marathon walk yesterday had something to do with it? The feet, were still stinging from the marathon hobble? Arthur Itis was lingering, but Anne Gyna was giving me far less hassle.
Into the kitchen to take the medications, and made up another weeks pots. Made a brew and got the laptop on. Much computerisationing ensued. CorelDraw graphic creating, Facebooking and WordPressing, then checked the emails.
Hours later, Anne Gyna joined in with my other flipping ailments and started getting worse. Tsk!
I found a photograph on the camera that I’d missed off from the Goose Fair Album. Hehe!
It’s the ladies loos!
These are the ones for the fair! There is an automatic one with three cubicles at the far end that is there permanently for the tram passengers – but they need a degree in science to work out how to get yer 50p in and operate them they tell me. Haha!
Going to get my ablutionisationing done now, then pop to see if Olive was in.
The ablutionising was done, and Olive was in when I called. A nice chinwag and a peck or two followed, and she sent me back to the flat, feeling rather more contented. Although I was a bit worried, because she only told me off once. Hehe!
The reflux valve, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna both pursued me as I got in the apartment and had a WRHD. Was I feeling old suddenly?
My eyes bigger than my stomach tonight.
Two small Krakowsa filled cobs, oven chips, mushrooms, beetroot, fish sticks, tomatoes, gherkin, mini pork pie with pickle, an egg followed by a lemon yoghourt apple and pot of mandarins in jelly.
Much of it was left uneaten and dished in the waste bin, I’m afraid, Tsk!
As for watching the TV, which I wanted to do to see some of the programmes I’d selected to, it was impossible. Dropping off, then jumping awake, sometimes the programme had finished, at times it seemed only a few seconds had passed. The nodding and waking-up went on, for hours it seemed.
With me stubbornly resisting getting me head down properly for some reason. Eventually, after a good nod-off of an hour or more, I gave up, turned off the TV, got settled and was in a seemingly deep asleep, no idea what time this was. But around 0230hrs I was back in the wetroom on the porcelain, struggling.
Laid there for a while, trying to recollect the details of the dreams, but only rough outlines were there. Nothing concrete. 0400hrs: Rose out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and out or a WRHD.
To the kitchen to make a cuppa and take the medications.
Updated the dairies, popped on the scales, realised I needed to get some exercise in, so decided to go to have the walk around the Nottingham Goose Fair later today. Take some piccies for my TFZer cyber pals.
Opened the curtains to find it was raining and very windy outside. This raised the question, should I go out hobbling in this weather?
At 0545hrs, some bad person from the twelfth floor dropped something down the rubbish chute – Tsk! It didn’t bother me, partly due to me partial deafness and me being up anyway, but I thought it was not nice for anyone still sleeping to be woken up at this time in the morning!
Finished the diaries and started this one off. Did a bit more work on the new Graphics for TFZers.
Did the ablutions and carbolicalisationing of my nether regions.
Popped in to see Olive. She was in excellent, good nick again today. After several telling offs, (Well two), she gave me her rubbish bags to drop into the chute and kissed me goodbye. This brought an old song to my mind…
♫ “Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye
Cheerio, here I go, on my way
Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye
Not a tear, but a cheer, make it gay
Give me a smile I can keep all the while
In my heart, while I’m away
‘Till we meet once again, you and I
Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye” ♫
This is, the rather tiring and painful route I then took, to get to the Nottingham Goose Fair, calling into the GP surgery en route.
Set out along Chestnut Walk to the end and right down onto Winchester Hill.
It was threatening to rain again, but the wind was not high as had been forecast. As yet.
As I walked down the hill, a young lady passed me, and I noticed her hair colouring.
I spied the roof on the National Laundry buildings on the hill. Now V
A bit dodgy looking I thoughts, and this took me back to thinking about the problems with the roof on the old house, and difficulties I had with Cowboy Builders trying to get it sorted out.
I felt so happy suddenly, knowing all that is behind me now at last.
As I sang aloud Frank Ifield’s “She Taught Me How to Yodel”.
A young lady overtook me on the pavement and smile at me, then burst out laughing as she carried on!
I have to say; I liked her hair colouring a lot.
I pressed on to Sherwood, then Carrington and called in the surgery to confirm the date and time for my next INR blood test. She verified Tuesday 11th October for my Pneumonia Jab, Tuesday 18th for a for the Reflux Tests, Wednesday 19th for the Trental blood checks and Monday 24th for the next INR test. Glad I went in and asked now! Hehe!
Carried on through Carrington and right into Gregory Boulevard passed the island with the Giant Goose on it as is usual and over the zebra crossing.
Along the Boulevard towards the actual Goose Fair Site
Still early yet, not many folks about at all.
Spotted this part full bottle of full-fat milk on a tree stump at the side of the road.
As I took a look at it, a Pavement Cyclist nearly had me over; the git brushed against my left arm making me jump a bit. Humph! He was too quick to me photographed, and I’d just put the camera away from taking the milk shot.
As I neared the fair, I took this zoomed photographicalisation of it.
Almost barren of visitors?
I turned left at the junction and walked up into the grounds.
Took some photographs of food stalls to put on the TFZ site later.
On the way out of the grounds, another Pavement Cyclist almost had me over – got him this time cause I had my camera in my hand taking the food retailers shots.
The git!
The feet and knees were pretty bad as I climbed the hill and down, the up again into the City Centre.
Noticed this Murder of Crows nearby, and as I could see as I got close to them, it became apparent why they had gathered. One of them had stolen some pitta bread, and they all now wanted a piece.
I got into town and called at the Poundland Shop and had a look for bargains, as I had a while before the L9 bus was due.
Found some Thermal Socks at two pairs for a quid.
Had a stroll, well, a rather painful limp really, around.
I noticed that Clinton Street was in its usual cram-packed with shoplifter…, no, I am shoppers condition.
Made my way back to the L9 bus terminus and awaited its arrival.
Thought it might rain for a moment, but it passed.
Caught the bus and when we had gone about 3 miles, the roads were all soaked, so somewhere had the rain then.
Met some tenants at the bus stop when I arrived home, only time the littlest gossip as I was in need of a desperate WRWW and to get into me slippers! Hehe!
Which I did ASAP after getting in. Got the vegetables warming and potatoes simmering. The lamb hotpot ready to go in the oven later.
Sorted the photographs I’d taken and got them on the laptop. Updated this for an hour or so, then got the lamb into the oven.
Anne Gyna was easing off a bit now. Had some tomato juice with the medications then onto Facebook for a while.
Started doing Facebooking and the fire alarm went off. So I’m off to investigate.
Nothing found anywhere, no Emergency services arrived. Am I going potty and hearing things? (More than usual that is, hehe!)
The aches and pains were making me suffer for me marathon hobble. Tsk!
Took the medications.
Got the fodder served up.
A tasty effort tonight. The last lamb hotpot, Crock-pot vegetables, mushrooms, carrots, swede, garden peas and leeks, two boiled potatoes.
Followed by a lemon drizzle, a banana and an apple. Perfect!
Almost fell asleep eating it, I was so worn out and aching all over. But I’d had a good days exercise and enjoyed doing the photographs.
Tried to watch some TV, but it was a ridiculous attempt, nodded off so many times I got confused as to what time and day it was when kept waking up. Hehehe!
0300hrs: Stirred suffering, as Anne Gyna was giving me grief. To the WRHD session, all right.
Made a brew, then on the laptop to update WordPress.
Remembered the Morrison delivery coming twixt 0830 > 0930hrs. I’ll call see how Olive is before I go to the Tenants Social Hour at the Community Hut.
0435hrs: Took the medications, with one extra pain-killer to counter Anne Gyna who is still bothering me.
Had a dish of corn flakes.
Became heavily involved in WordPressing, Facebooking and graphicalising.
Went in to wash the breakfast dish and cup, found I’d left the hot water tap running again. So, no hot water for shaving, Humph and Tsk! Washed by using the Shower spray into the sink – but that was not too hot either.
Sorted and took the bags to the chute, and wobbled along to the Community Shed and the Tenants Social Hour.
Toni came this week, not looking too good, but chatted away bless her. BJ kindly made a fuss of her.
May attended too. The first time since she got out of the City Hospital. Everyone gave her a round of applause and cheered for her. Nice! Smiler Brian has now moved to the tables that Toni, BJ, Eddy, Bill and I usually use. We call him Smiler, cause the only time he does smile is when he’s getting some free nibbles or winning a raffle prize. Grumps Bill might be a more suitable name for him. Hehehe! But I like him.
Seems to have gone down well all round today.
I’d wanted to go to the Goose Fair and get some photographs for the TFZers, but with the Reflux Valve and Anne Gyna both giving me so much stick, I decided against risking it. Hope I feel better tomorrow, so I can go then.
Called on the way back to the apartment to see Olive, but she was not available. Sob!
Felt a bit poorly when I got back to the flat and the ulcer joined in with Rea Flux and Anne Gyna in giving me a bad day. Ah well, it could be worse!
I got the vegetables in the Crock-Pot cooking on low setting and the potatoes in the saucepan.
The hot water is still not warming up at all?
Made a phone call to Sister Jane, no answer.
Made a nice strong mug of tea and got the laptop back on to update this tosh.
Did some more graphicationalisationing to use late for the TFZer site.
Sister Jane phoned back. She is not too good either, now diagnosed with Anne Gyna – what a pair we are. I wanted to get to the Goose Fair for some photographs of the food stalls, amongst others. Explained that I do not want to go (To the Fair) on Saturday, too busy. So if I go tomorrow, I could get to visit them on Saturday, although, it’s hard with the lack of buses on a Saturday. She told me they were out on Saturday, charity helping, then going for a show and a meal, so that was the end of that idea.
Checked on the vegetables and took the potatoes out to eat cold later. Put the oven on low, so when I put the lamb and Kartoffeln in later tonight, they will cook quicker.
Back on Facebook, feeling a bit better now.
Much more graphicalisationing was done.
Then got the fodder readied.
At last a decent tasting dinner!
Lamb casserole with Crock-Pot vegetables, onions carrots garden peas, three wholemeal cobs and a delicious Cox’s apple.
Went down nicely too!
I’ll not show a photo of the scales tonight… too scary! The highest weight I’ve ever been! Must get out to the fair tomorrow and get a good hobble it? Might walk to the fair? A bit far mind.
Watched some DVD, nodding off began and sleep soon came, then Anne Gyna woke me, letting me know she was there.
Approx: 0520hrs: Woke up in need of a WRHD session again. No bleeding, good that!
In hopes that the scales from last night were wrong when they indicated I was at my heaviest weight ever, and not working correctly, I mounted them… but let’s not talk about that, to avoid depression.
Took the medications, made a strong cuppa and laptop on to do WordPressing and graphicalisationing. The onto Facebook. Checked emails.
Spent many hours on the laptop.
Did the ablutionising using lemon soap and citrus spray.
The Lovely Olive, this morning
Got the things ready and called to see Olive.
She was looking radiant this morning and in fine fettle.
She told me off for taking her photo from the wrong angle. So I took it from a different perspective. (No objections from me, I’m not brave enough! Hehe!)
She told me off for carrying too much stuff in my bag.
I collected some empty jars from her, to take to the glass recycling bin with mine, on my way out.
Chinwag and a cuddle, then I was off on my walk to the clinic, dropping off the glass jars en route.
As I climbed the gravel footpath hill passing the tree copse, I noticed on the right, the grass had what looked like straw spread over it.
Not being a countryside lad, I wondered why?
To the top of the hill and left down to Mansfield Road. As I got on the pavement, the leaves blowing about indicated the change of season to me.
I plodded on steadily and got to the surgery in Carrington (The third walk there in three days – Tsk!).
The unknown nurse a (Stand-in? perhaps), gave me the Enoxaparin injections and told me I’d get notification of what happens next through the mail. I thanked her, gave her the nibbles and limped back into Sherwood.
The feet were stinging now, and the need for a WRWW was becoming urgent, so I stopped at the bus stop for an L9 or L8 bus, whichever came first, back to the flats.
Waiting at the bus stop also, were three lady tenants.
I gave them each some chocolate coins and told them it was towards their bus fare. Hehe!
Two other tenants joined us, Mad Frank, and 93-year-old Eddy. By gum, the Eddy is so nimble and quick.
Back up to the flat and another close call time-wise getting to the WRWW, Phew!
Got the new potatoes back in the saucepan. Peas in their own pan, and the chicken steaks out of the fridge ready to eat cold, with it all later.
Went into the kitchen to have the midday medications. In the distance down below were three men, apparently in difficulty with some kind of agricultural or gardening machine.
Anyone know what machine this please?
Decided to do an order with Morrisons. Got it done.
Feeling well drained now for some reason?
Getting the meal early today.
Expensive BBQ chicken breast, boiled potatoes, beetroot, garden peas, chestnuts and a Cox’s apple. Followed by a banana and a Strawberry dessert.
It was an absolute disaster, tastewise!
The apple and Marmite dabbed boiled potatoes were alright, mind. Tsk! Still, I ate most of it. The chicken was awful!
The body and mind felt drained again, and I nodded off watching a Primaeval DVD. Dreamt of my being forcefully thrown out of each office I tried to get into along a corridor of hundreds of doors, unkempt place, dust, mice, rats, cracked walls… somehow I knew that I had to get it one of these offices and safety from the zombie like pursuers after me, but there were more of them in each office I attempted to enter, and they kicked me about and ejected me back into the long corridor?
Woke from the nightmare in need of a WRWW, went into the kitchen afterwards to get a drink of orange juice and… Whoopsiedangleplop! Found I’d left the hot tap running again!
0310hrs: Rose out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and off for a WRHD session. Not a bad one, microscopic bleeding from Haem Aroids and Little Inchy’s lesion was okay too.
No recollections of the dreams.
Made a brew, laptop on and finalised Monday’s post. Took the medications.
Did not want to get too involved with the laptop this morning, for fear of forgetting to get ready in time for BJ arriving.
Facebooked a bit. Did get carried away doing a bit more work on the new TFZer graphic, so had to rush about a bit to get the ablutions done in time – Humph! Took the mobile and camera in the shower with me… not under the water you understand. Now, why did I take the camera in with me I suspect you’ll want to know? So would I! Tsk!
All cleaned and carbolicalised, I added the towels to the laundry bags, two big sacks today.
Updated this while I waited for the call from BJ. No call yet: so I nipped in the wetroom and had me shower and shave – BJ rang me – out of the shower answered the phone, he’ll pick me up at 0815hrs at the end of the road. Back in the shower.
Got ready, three bags to carry down and limped down and to the end of Chestnut Walk. Or Chestnut Way whichever it is.
As I waited for BJ, I took this photo. I stuck the lens of the camera through the net wire fencing to take it.
Thought I might get some of the tenant’s allotments in it, but missed them.
Still, the dwelling below and the greenery looked beautiful, I thought.
BJ arrived at 0839hrs. His being late was no surprise or hiatus. If ever he does arrive on time, that will be the time to worry! Hehehe!
As we went down Winchester Hill into Sherwood, I saw the house that is currently for sale for only £185,00. A bargain BJ thought.
Then he told me it cost £9,500 when it was built.
Makes you think dunnit? Well not me, but anyone wiv a brain like Haha!
We were soon at the launderette.
Conveniently sited next to my Chemists. With the doctor’s surgery, grandly renamed The Sherringham Surgery only a few hundred yards away. They merged Sherwood and Carrington together to make the new name.
BJ explained to me that the opened half an hour later and the attending staff hour had been cut too. Still, I got two machines despite the rush of folks there this morning. Got the washing machines going, and I nipped off to the surgery.
One nurse gave me the flu jab, then another did the Enoxaparin injections. Soon all done, gave then the nibbles and returned to the launderette and BJ. An hour or so and we were on the way to Asda (Walmart) on Hyson Green. Where to my dismay, I found out that they did not have any of the Nordic Style Bacon in stock again! Humph!
I did use their WC and got some orange and lemon flavoured spring water, wash-up liquid, pretend king prawns, a lamb hotpot, a knife sharpener, and two ciabatta cobs.
BJ ran me back to the flats and dropped me right outside the foyer door, bless his cotton socks.
Called to see Olive on my way up, but as expected, she was not in, it must be her Scrabble Session day.
To the flat and another WRWW tended to.
Put the washing away and sorted the accoutrements out for the next laundry.
Tidied the kitchen up and onto the laptop to update this and have a while on Facebook.
Got the chips in the oven, the triple-fried ones, not nice I know, but I don’t want to waste them. Beetroot, chestnuts, cheese, tomatoes, an apple, a banana and BBQ chicken legs for fodder tonight.
Had another look around for the missing odd socks… well, you never know your luck?
Got the nosh served up.
The Asda Walmart BBQ chicken legs were the most horrible, putrid, offensive, dreadful, rank, rancid, loathsome, nasty, foul and offensive, malodorous, noisome, undercooked, plastic tasting poultry that I have ever had the bad, nay, grossly unfortunate fortune to taste in my entire long, unhappy, bullied, pain ridden, tedious, Whoopsiedanglelop filled life!
Just thought I’d mention this.
Of course, the first bite into one of these life-threatening so-called edible chicken legs was enough for me to deposit them in bags and seal them to try and mask the smell, into the waste bin immediately.
Along with the tasteless chips, this proved to be one of my worst meals ever.
To make things worse, when I had a wash afterwards and popped onto the scales…
They indicated that I was at my heaviest weight ever! And, considering I had not eaten much of the fodder and had just had a WRHD session before weighing myself; Surely I should have lost weight, not gained 2lb?
Now depressed and weary, I settled to watch some TV. And found I was mentally repudiating hope.
0400hrs: Up, out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and off for a WRHD session. No bleeding from anywhere this morning, I’m glad to say.
Feeling a bit low still. Recognised I have the Sherringham surgery for the INR Warfarin Blood Test at 0900hrs and have to go collect the photographs from Asda in Arnold afterwards.
To the kitchen to take the medications and check if I’d left anything on, tap running, any leaks, I closed the fridge door, did I leave the window open, etc. (Sad, I know)
Kettle on, and took some pictures through the window. The first one below is a mystery to me. I’d got the selector button in the wrong position, and when I clicked the take button, a countdown from 15 sec to 0 came on the view screen, then it repeated itself in different fonts while it processed it? I wish I knew just what it was that I’d done!
I reset the selector to the iA position and took the second photographicalisation, which came out as expected?
Made a brew and to the laptop, booted it and waited while it started, then opened CorelDraw X8. Had to take another WRWW. When I got back, Coreldraw had still not fully loaded.
Finished off the Sunday post. Did some graphics for today’s, and started this one off.
WRWW.
No emails came in, so I started doing some Facebooking.
Lots of interesting stuff on the TFZ site.
Marie from Australia and me both like Vegemite and Marmite. As they say, you either like it or loathe it.
Got the ablutions done and got the things ready for the blood test and bus to Arnold afterwards to collect the photographs from the last Tenants Social Hour.
Checked, double checked and checked again to make sure no taps left on, lights on or I’d forgot to take owt with me.
Into the lift with my bags and medical thingamajigs. As I exited it, there was Olive, who’d just done her washing, she nipped off quickly into the lift and back up to her flat after I greeted her.
I ambled along Chestnut Walk and turned right down into Winchester Hill. It was a bit nippy this morning.
But luckily I anticipated this and had on mywoolly hat, thicker socks, gloves and an extra zip up jumper. The cars parked were all covered in dew.
The cars parked were all covered in dew. As I plodded down to Mansfield Road, I noticed that seven of the vehicles parked had no tax discs showing? Thought that even the disabled drivers, and little-engined cars not needing to pay for one, still had to apply for a free one and display it in the window? If I remember, I’ll ask someone about this later.
Walked into Carrington at a nice steady pace as I had plenty of time. I was at one time making a better average speed than the traffic.
Hehehe!
Got to the surgery and logged in with ten minutes to spare.
The nurse came and fetched me in. A pleasant and woman she is. Managed to find time for a little chinwag. Told me if I continue to have the bladder, I must get in touch with the doctor, bearing in mind the Bladder Cancer I had and got lasered some years ago. Blood all done and I gave her the nurses nibbles and went to the bus stop to get a bus into Sherwood, to catch another one, into Arnold, the L9.
Saw that the bench at the Sherwood bus stop was suffering from the same vandalism like the one in Arnold near Asda.
Although when I arrived in Arnold, I realised it was to a far less a degree!
Alighted the L9 bus, and was soon in Asda (Walmart) and went to the photographic counter… but it was not open yet?
I asked a lady what time they opened; she asked if I was just collecting photographs and answered in the affirmative. She went in and got them for me and returned to me with them. Gave her my receipt, thanked her and put them in my bag.
To the bus stop and waited for the L9 to arrive, the same one with the lady driver who took me there came in ten minutes or so.
The trip back had a hiatus for her; builders vans had parked on the road in the estate and we the bus could not get through them.
Onward we went and I was back at the flat in twenty minutes or so. Thanked the driver and gave her some chocolate coin nibbles.
In the foyer were three lady tenants, a quick chat and gave them some coins too. Up to number 72 and to the porcelain for a WRWW.
Cuppa and updated this post.
Went to visit Olive.
We had a nice chinwag about nothing and everything it seemed.
Olive started doing her baked potato and ham for her lunch.
A kiss and sad farewell, and I departed back to my own lonely flat.
Got the oven warming and the Quiche Lorraine and bacon ready for when the correct heat was reached in the oven.
Did some quick Facebook graphics.
Got the fodder served up.
BJ rang to say he’s collect me and take me to the launderette around 0800hrs in the morning.
I’d been dreaming of Sister Jane and my being chased by a gaggle of green coloured geese along a plush maroon carpeted corridors? Can’t recall anything else.
0300hrs:Woke in almost a panic, had to clamber out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair without waiting for it to operate as I had the most compelling and urgent need of a WRHD and WRWW session. Knocked over the stuff on the ottoman and hit me knee in the process of getting to the porcelain.
Talk about close shave – I almost, but somehow managed to avoid a rather messy Whoopsiedanagleplop with seconds to spare! Phoo, I mean Phew? Hehe!
When I got back to the chair, I found I’d tipped over the remainder of the fresh orange juice, the pen and pad, the mobile phone and the Twiglet box. oh dear! Cleaned up the mess, a stain on the carpet will need some attention later – Huh!
Picked up the bits then struggled to get back up from being on my knees and vacuumed with the little machine so as not to disturb my neighbours with the noise from using the big one. Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna showed their disapproval of me morning exercises. And the bending caused the Little Inchy lesion to start bleeding, badly this time. I suppose with this problem, I should be glad to have a miniature appendage, if I’d got a normal one, it would have got squashed and bled even more?.
Cleaned up the lesion, and applied the Hydrocortisone cream. Rubbed some 10% Phorpain Gel on the knees and elbows. Found that Haem Aroids were bleeding now too, Humph! Applied some of the Hemorrhoidal cream generously.
WRWW.
What a start to the day! I could get depressed you know… Hehe!
I was aching all over, not like Johnny and the Pirates, Shaking all over. ♫ When you move in right up close to me – That’s when I get the shakes all over me – Quivers down my backbone – I’ve got the shakes down the kneebone
Yeah havin’ the tremors in the thighbone – Shakin’ all over ♫
Did the BP test while I was doing the medicationalisationing with an extra pain-killer. Then took the morning medications, and had another WRWW.
Made another strong brew, and got the laptop on and did the Inchcock Today thingies.
WRWW.
Did some CorelDraw 8 graphicalising.
WRWW.
Checked the emails and went on Facebook.
Got the cheesy potatoes prepared and into the oven.
Carried out the ablutions and went to see Olive. She was not in a good mood, and I felt I was intruding. Olive told me how to clean the windows using vinegar. Left after ten minutes chinwag and returned dispirited to flat 72.
Got in, WRWW and got on with cleaning the kitchen window. Managed to get it opened and turned 360° a little easier than usual. They came up a lot better than when I’d use the bottled window cleaner, with the benefit of with having the cheesy potatoes in the oven and smelling nice, the place felt like a fish and chip shop. Hehe!
Cleaned the window surrounds and ledge. Too painful to do the floor, as Anne Gyna was visiting me again.
WRWW.
Took the potatoes out and bashed them up with cheese, a knob of butter, oregano, vinegar, salt and cheese granules. Flesh back in the skins forked the top and back in the oven
Watched a bit of another Man from Uncle film from the DVD, kept nipping in to see if they had browned enough.
0300hrs: Up for another WRWW and stayed up, the sleep was not good. For some reason, the brain was rambling and confused this morning. But I remembered to say the White Rabbits like.
Thinking back about the dreams I’d had, one involving some activity with Grizelda from 1960, and the knowledge dawned that these wonderful experiences will never take place again, didn’t do me a lot of good. Hehehe!
Went into the kitchen and turned on the light… Whoopsiedangleplop time again! – I’d left the tap running in the sink when I put the pots in the bowl to soak last night! No hot water again! Worra plonker with bar. Tsk!
Sorted the week’s medication pots out. Another WRWW.
Laptop on and checked the emails, Google Calendar (Nowt on for today) and finalised and posted the Friday Diary.
Took a photo from the kitchen window with the reflection from the doorway on it, so made this graphicalisation for a bit of fun.
I might try later on, to do a TFZer Caption Competition with it?
What do you think?
Carried out the daily ablutions and took the rubbish bags to the waste chute.
Wrapped up warm and set off down to the bus stop. Lots of tenants there waiting for buses, but none for the one I wanted. So no gossiping on the way to Arnold, today.
Got a decent ‘Moody Photograph’ at the bus stop, facing North behind the apartment blocks.
For some reason, it came out darker than it actually was? Perhaps cause the sun was shining through a gap in the clouds?
This young Mother had her daughter lose on the handlebars of her bike as cycled along on the pavement.
Dropped off at Sainsburys had a bit of luck there. I found the Surimi seafood I wanted and forgot where I got it from. Along with some Marmite cheese bites and a packet of cooked chestnut.
Sauntered gently and slowly along the road to the Arnold Market Place, only a few stalls, a terrible fruit and veg one, a bric-a-brac one, and one selling old DVDs.
I might nip back to have a decker there when I get my shopping done: if there is time before the bus arrives to get me back to the porcelain at the flat. Hehe!
Hobbled to Boyes Store in search of some foot and shoe spray they often have in stock at £1 a can. They had some, so I got one of each.
Limped to the Saver Shop next door and searched for the Neutradol Fabric Freshener Spray, in luck again, so I got a couple of them too. Along with a toilet block cleaner and some razors.
Then along to the Fulton Food Store and got just a Special Priced short-dated pack of Oxo Beef Onion & Rosemary gravy cubes. 67p marked down from £1-69 it said.
The bags were getting heavier now, I struggled over the road and into the Asda (Walmart) store to get some fresh stuff. Got some vine tomatoes, the last pack of four Cox’s apples, a bag of King Prawn imitation seafood things (Nice) and a pack of two lemon frizzles.
The bus was not due for a while yet, so I went to the photography printing machine and ordered some photographs that I took last Thursday of some tenants at the Social Hour. I ordered them to be ready in two days, so I must remember to collect them on Monday or Tuesday. Crossing my fingers on this one! Paid for them, very cheap when you order and give them time, only cost 25p a print this way.
Grappling with the now heavy bags I made my way to the bus stop. The bus, as they all seemed to be late arriving.
Caught the L9 bus, as we waited in the queue of traffic I noticed the Arnold Fish Bar.
This is the one that got such good reviews on the web.
A shame, it is so far from home, or I could try it out.
Then again, there are no shops or takeaways near the flats at all. The nearest being in Sherwood: and a sad selection to pick from too. So by the time I got to fetch any eat-out food, it would be well cold by the time I get it back to the apartment.
At the mini-Island near the Sainsbury store, we had a long wait in the traffic jam.
I did get some entertainment there, though. The right hearing aid picked up some static and the odd word from someone communicating with a control room? That’s the second time this has happened to me, despite the Audio Team telling me this cannot occur!
Back to the flats and hastily lugged the bags up and got a much needed WRWW, just in time too.
Made a cuppa and got the Triple-Fried oven chips cooking, and made up the plate for my home-made Fish Supper of sorts.
Laptop on to update this a bit.
Got the fodder served up, battered fish cake, Surimi, two false prawns, strong cheese cubes, tomatoes, beetroot, shrimps, mushrooms and the terrible tasting never to be tried triple fried chips again!
Apart from the chips, everything else went down well enough. The Surimi is especially tasty.
Cleaned the dishes and settled to watch the first of the Man from Uncle films from the DVD I’d purchased from the Arnold Market.
I’d forgotten how badly they were made and produced!
By gum, it took me back, though. Robert Vaughn as Napoleon Solo, David McCallum as Illya Kuryacin, and Leo G Caroll as Mr Waverley.
Despite the pathetic script they all played it dead seriously too.
Loved it. I even stayed awake all through it!
Took me back to the days when I had my own heart, hair, hope and I didn’t look like a hylaeosaurus. Hehe!
Put the TV on and soon started to nod off. Sprung awake, an hour or two later, desperate for a WRWW.
A thirst had developed, would that have been through eating the fish meal?
Took this close up from the window of some ‘Moody’ looking dwellings.
Dreamt of Sister Janet earlier, we were in Welbeck School Yard, and she chased off some lads having a go at me. Bless her!
After a night of ups and downs for WRWWs and dreams not recallable, I fought my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and once more to the porcelain. Little Inchy was a bit red and sore, and the lesion area looked like it is about to crack again. Oh heck!
Back into the front room where I spotted the written reminder about the Iceland delivery coming today twixt 1200 > 1400hrs under Koala Katie.
I greeted her with “Good morning and thanks, petal” and brushed her nose…
Insanity comes so easily as you age!
Remembered also the District Nurses will be calling sometime today to give me the Enoxaparin injections.
I can recall the last ones I had.
All those horrible looking blood blotches on my rather flabby well-endowed stomach. Hehe! But there was no pain with em.Must memorise I’ve to go Monday for the INR tests, and Tuesday for the Flu Jab. BJ said he’d take me to the laundry Tuesday, so hopefully, I can get the washing in the machine and nip over and up the road to have the jab done.
Must memorise I’ve to go Monday for the INR Warfaring Blood tests, and Tuesday for the Flu Jab. BJ said he’d take me to the laundry Tuesday, so hopefully, I can get the washing in the machine and nip over and up the road to the surgery and have the jab job done. Flu jab, the job was done. Try saying that when you’ve had a few jars, Hehehe!
Washed the pots I’d left in the sink last night. Another WRWW and got the laptop on.
Checked the weather for Nottingham, not that I was going anywhere with Iceland and the nurses due to call. Today and tomorrow forecasted rain and plenty of it, and the temperature was to fall, today 48°f -9°c and down to 6°c tonight? Did I read that right? Brrr!
I had hoped to get to see Sister Jane and Brother-in-Law Pete today. Thought I might get to call in the arboretum to see the Mallards too.
Thought I might get to call in the arboretum to see the Mallards on the way there or back, too. But there you go the best-laid plans…
Did the WordPressing, then spent a few hours graphicalisationing again.
I did one for Jane and Pete.
Took a while to get it right, but I enjoyed it… well you do, when it comes out okay don’t you?
Another WRWW, getting worrying this is now.
I emailed a copy to them. Hope that they like it.
Checked the emails and Google Diary, both the nurses and the Iceland delivery had been done… although I can’t remember doing the nurses one? Huh!
Must get to visit Olive as soon as the two visitors have been today. I need another telling off! She is excellent at it. Hahaha!
Set about starting a graphic of the TFZer lasses and lads.
Hours later now, just got it finished.
Into the wetroom and ablutionisationing completed, carbolic soap and citrus body spray today.
Off to visit Olive. She was in better form today, but only told me off once. Chinwag and a cuddle and kiss, and I had to get back to the flat in case the nurses or the Iceland man visited.
Mashed up the boiled potatoes and added cheese and mashed and smashed em up together with white vinegar, butter and a little origami. No, oregano, Tsk!
The Iceland man cometh. put the fodder away, but had to dish some frozen stuff from the fridge to make room for the frozen stuff that came. What a clot!
Seconds later nurses arrived, in a bit of a rush they were, soon got the Enoxaparin injected, said they would email me with the results of the test they took and told me they would return Monday morning, I explained that I had an appointment to have an INR blood test Monday at the surgery. They seemed concerned about this and one of them made a phone call. The nurse finished her call and told me my appointment was for 0900hrs, the surgery will inform them of the results and they would email me about whether they will or will not be returning. A pair of affable, pleasant ladies. I thanked them and off they shot to tend to their next victim… I mean patient. Hehe!
Got the meal prepared. The meal consisted of theTasty cheesy mash with a beef slice, tinned garden peas, tomatoes, chestnuts, tomatoes and a Cox’s apple, skinned and cubed
Did some work on an idea I’ve got for a humorous poem. (Not very good, it needs more work or scrapping altogether methinks) Tsk!
Got the meal ready, I liked this one a lot. I tried doing different mashed cheesy potatoes today, used small boiled ones, mashed them all up in their husks, then baked them.
TV on to watch a Law & Order DVD, but gave up the battle after several nodding-off sessions and having to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner for WRWW’s.
Put the pots to soak in the bowl in the sink. Head down and the dreams seemed to start immediately. Wish I could recall more of them, but when I got up for one of the many more WRWW sessions I endured: bits about Sister Jane unhappy in Italy and romantic activities with Grizelda from the distant past came to mind?
A lousy night really, tired as I was when I spurted into life for yet another WRWW around 0200hrs (Must mention this to the nurse on Monday), I could not get back to sleep. Humph!
