Wednesday 22nd June 2016
0435hrs: Woke up half out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair in the half-up-half-down position, TV still on, remote control on my chest, long distance glasses on food tray at the side with the empty plastic dinner plate and half-eaten apple core, and an untaken pot of evening medications.
For a few moments I had memories of the dreams, but they evaporated into the ether seconds later. No memories remained whatsoever! After a few days of recollecting the thoughts, this was annoying, but, Hey-ho!
I climbed out of the chair, and once again, with very little hassle from Arthur Itis or Anne Gyna hobbled to the Wetroom to make use of the throne. Painful, but no bleeding again! I went to the kitchen, leaving a distinct but chronic odour behind, glad I was not due my shower for a few hours I can tell you! Hehe!
Made a big mug of strong tea, took the medications and nibbled some of the small sweet potatoes left in the saucepan as I drained them ready for later. The kitchen was looking in need of a good clean-up. I plan to get it sorted when I get back from the clinic this afternoon… we’ll see eh?
The sky over the copse looked a little threatening, yet so beautiful this dank morning.
The medication pots will need making up soon I thought, and just thought about it like. Huh!
Suddenly a headache over the eyes started, the eyes began to run, and a dizzy spell invaded me at the laptop? Old age I suppose? I mustn’t complain, though, I’ve done well this last week or so with so many of the other ailments being kind to me.
Laptop on and started this post off, then finished the Tuesday diary off.
Checked emails. Then started this post off. My headache continued for an hour or two but receded after I got the shower. I used the carbolic soap today, no cuts when shaving or bleeding from anywhere… up to now like, Hehe!
Sorted the rubbish sacks and took them to the chute. Then I got down into the lobby, where a jolly good natter ensued with some of the tenants.
We had a vote between ourselves about tomorrow’s Brexit Vote – The result was 3 Remain, 2 Leave and three Don’t know’s. N
We moved out to the bus-top where they all got on a City bound bus and abandoned me to wait for the Arnold bus. Tsk, hehe!
I dropped off at the Sainsbury Store and got some Dutch Crispbreads, Marmite Rice Cakes, select Price After Eight desserts, fresh garden peas and do you know… hard to believe I understand, but two packets of Fresh Cream Horns smuggled themselves into me shopping basket! Tsk!
They had some costume jewellery on sale, and I took a photo or two of them rings to show the TFZ gals. They averaged about £15 each, superb value?
I waddled along and went onto the Boyes store to get some foot spray while they had it in stock at only £1 a can. I got two of them.
Then onwards slowly and had a poodle round Asda (Walmart again), in search of the Lemon Drizzle Desserts and picked up a TV magazine for next week. I shouldn’t bother with this you know, I always fall asleep when I try to watch TV anyway! Still, it’s nice to know what I’ve missed.
As I exited and made my way to the bus-stop for the L9 route – I noticed some repairmen and a police forensic van and car at the new Salvation Army building.
As I took the photo, I heard someone saying they suffered a smashed window, a break-in and an attempted arson?
Sad that is, not only for the fact that the Sally Army is run by real people for others, but the Arnold Police Station is next door to it!
When I got on the bus, Lenny was there with his care worker. I don’t know if that is his name, but h is often on the bus when I use it. The poor chap can only grunt, which he does all the time, and he points to things with his finger most of the time. I do talk to him, say hello as I pass him by, give him a smile… but he isn’t aware of anyone around him. Some days he seems angry, some depressed but today, he was almost smiling.
His carer, the chap on the right, is always on his mobile phone texting or playing games, and I have never seen him talk to Lenny ( I gave him this name). He looked like he was on Vegas gambling at cards today, I got a look as he had sat in front of me, next to Lenny in his wheelchair. He scares some of the ladies when they get on the bus with his loud grunts, but no intentionally, he gives out these all the time, anyone near him or not. I wish I could help him.
I stayed awake for the whole trip. Frank (Tenant from the floor above me) got on the bus in Sherwood. We had a talk.
Up to the flat and I found a large sack that had been torn open outside the door, the Stortford delivery had arrived – minus one item that was not there! Huh!
The two flat boxes at the rear of this photograph contained the poles, I expected a long box for these? Checked the invoice charging to see if the binoculars had been cancelled, but no, there it was, the first item on the list?
I wondered why the big heavy duty wrapping had been damaged.
I somehow managed to get them all indoors, and nipped to take Olive a packet of Fresh Cream French Horns.
She said her son, Roger was calling to see her tonight, and she would ask him to come and take a look at the pole for the wetroom for me.
I thanked her and returned after a chinwag to the apartment and put away the fodder, that filled the fridge up!
Sad at having an item short on my first delivery from Coopers, but glad I had a stock of lemon drizzle desserts in stock anyway.
Made a cuppa, took the midday medications, wee-wee’d and got the laptop on to update this.
Did the graphic for the top of the page, then later found the one I’d already done in readiness for it and lost… Tsk! Here it is above.
Did a bit of Facebooking and then got some cleaning done, after preparing the vegetables and beef for the Crock-Pot. (Hehehe!) Carrots, Parsnips, Swede, Parsnips, mushrooms and Fresh garden peas. Made some stock with vegetable seasoning and tomato puree… oh, and beef chunks too.
Started to clean the kitchen, but could not do anything with the oven marks on the glass, Tsk!
Took another look at the Cooper’s order and went to see Olive again to tell her not to bother her son as the pole was missing. She kindly returned to the flat with me to phone Coopers for me to inform them about the missing binoculars and no pole sent. She set about sorting everything out for me, but the Coopers line was closed. She said she would return in the morning and call them again for me. Then she investigated the stuff in the hall, and the pole was there!!! Whoopsiedangleplop from Inchcock, again! Oh dearie me…
The name printed on the box was ‘Bath/Shower Caddy’ which confused me I think, this was the pole with trays! I was overjoyed it had arrived and went to give her a peck on the cheek in thanks and appreciation, and we had a full on lip-to-lip kiss! Wonderfull kisser is Olive! I’d better take a tablet now!
Walked her back to her flat and thanked her again.
Stirred the Crock-pot, smelling good now! Updated this, then took the medications.
Titivated the kitchen some more.
Did a bit more Facebooking, sent an email to Jane and Pete in reply to Pete’s about Hancock’s Half-Hour being on the radio.
Did a bit of work on a graphic idea I’ve got in mind.
So tired now, indeed I kept nodding off for a minute or so, so often when I was watching the TV, so often that I forgot about the Crock-Pot Casserole altogether!
Tsk!
The sex-pot Grizelda gave me a couple of smiles and made us both a cup of tea. BJ managed to get himself in the background of one of the photo’s I took. Hehe!
I took a photograph of an Arnold destined city Transport bus, catching this lady in the shot.
the wind low, and BJ even posed for this photographicalisation next to his car outside the launderette for me.
Had a rather delectable meal. Did the last of the foul tasting Polish tomatoes with some sliced mini peppers in the oven, mushrooms and small potatoes boiled in the saucepan, pork pie, pickled beetroots, one buttered sourdough bread and a little apple. It was so tasty, I’ll have to give this one a deserved 9.55/10!
City Centre and to the bank. 
Perfect timing too, just second before I took the shot through the glass, the rain torrented down even harder, but only for a few seconds.
Walked into the shopping centre (Mall for our American ether-friends), and as I glanced down to the lower level, the most adorable young boy, who was laughing and smiling taking an interest in everything going on around him, espied me, with my camera. As I was about to take a photographicalisation of an electric powered Nissan car on display a few yards away from the lad and his father. The boy smiled even wider, and I offered him a wave, and he gave me one back and pointed at me. This made it all worth the while of me getting soaked in the rain just to see him. What a happy lad he looked.
These ornaments, are they called? They were all labelled as New.
The rain had lessened as I made my way to the bus stop on King Street.
Taking my usual view of the incredible scenery, I took a photo of the flowers on the bushes twelve floors down from the window. I was well pleased with how decent the image from the camera was, from such a great distance and zoomed so close up.
Read the book for a while, but still felt drained for no reason?
Into the kitchen and got the kettle on – the view out through the window of the copse below brought a smile to my face.
Got in the flat, wee-wee’d and made a cuppa. Took the midday medications. Then I got the laptop on and updated this to here and tried the camera out by taking a photo from the kitchen window.
Checked the baking potatoes, turned them over,
the mixture on an oven tray and forked the top of it to allow for quick browning and returned it to the oven, along with beef slices.
Said thanks and bid Julie and Deans farewell and back to the home… I like that word. On the way, I spotted three wood pigeons on the grass.
Went back up to get the mobile phone.
Called in the fruiterer’s, but they had no Cox’s apples. Up the hill and called in Wilko to get a bottle of Dettol lavender disinfectant, but they had none in stock!
Walked up and through Woodthorpe Park back to the flats and walked the last stint down through the copse.
The weather had gone a bit dark, and the sunshine weakened earlier when I was on Mansfield Road after I came out of the Co-op store.
Updated this and then dined well on, potato rostis, mushrooms. sweet peppers, onions in oil, diced salad beetroot with carrots and onions, tomatoes, mini pork pie and chicken thighs.
When I woke, I saw the kitchen towels with their blobs of blood at the side of the £300 second-hand creaking recliner and checked if the ear had stopped bleeding.
Took the medications with a cup of char.
I’d forgotten to take the camera and mobile with me so I couldn’t ring him up to see if he was alright. However, it was a good session today. Mainly gossiping with and listening to Toni, William and Eddie. I enjoyed it so much.
got some shopping while I was there. Wholemeal Irish Batch Bread, Honey yoghourts, two desserts, tomato puree and a TV paper for next week.
Observed that the bench near the stop had suffered even more damage that on Tuesday, again.
When I got off the bus, I meandered down towards the copse.
Got in, noticed the washing machines were free. Up to the flat and wee-wee’d lengthily, got the laundry down and in the washer.
But I managed to get the fodder prepared without any hiatus.
I had to smile again when I saw Lynton’s postcard on the desk.
Sister Jane rang, told me to look at page eight of the Nottingham Post, about a resident who had a Whoopsiedangeplop and had to go to the hospital, and the help he had received.
and after shave generously applied, I thought I’d stopped in and got in the shower.
Medications took and the simple nosh served and enjoyed.
I dived down into the £300 second-hand noisy but working recliner with many paper towels to hand nearby on the arm of the chair.
I was soon out at the bus stop with a few other tenants, waiting in the rain.
When the first, Nottingham destined L9 bus arrived, I was left all on my own.
I arrived in Arnold and went to the Wilko store first. 
Went to catch the L9 back to the flats.
Back to the CorelDraw graphic creating, and go got a little carried away with it I’m afraid… Whoopsiedangleplop!