Sunday 19th June 2016
Most disappointed when I woke up around 0600hrs this morning, somehow I knew I’d been dreaming but could recall nothing about them. Humph!
The £300 second-hand recliner was in the down position, and I has half in – half out of it? I got out and tried it to see if it had stopped working, but (Although noisily) it operated okay?
It dawned on me, how easily I’d just got up – Arthur Itis was in a good mood I must say. The knees were as good as they been for years, only the right wrist and arm any bother. Even, the right foot had turned back inward a bit!
In fact, the knees were so good, for a moment with the confusion over the state of the recliner and feeling half asleep, I thought I might still be dreaming?
I almost felt sanguine… for a while anyway. The call to the porcelain the overrode other concerns, and I attended the throne. A lengthy experience, due to the reluctance of my bladder to cease passing like. No bleeding from Haem Aroids or Little Inchy either. An odd sensation, for me this!
I found myself awaiting a Whoopsiedangleplop or to wake up?
When the ‘flow’ eventually ceased, I had a quick wash and went to the kitchen
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.
Made a cuppa then got the laptop on. Needed another Wee-wee. I was now getting a bit worried about these extra calls to the porcelain!
Finalised the Saturday post and started this one, in between several calls of nature.Medications
Made another cuppa and took the medicines. Then got yesterday’s checked again and published.
Spent a few more hours on the laptop, when I rose to go for yet another wee-wee, it all started. A dizzy spell, the stomach rumbling and a sudden weariness overcame me.
Sat down in the second-hand £300 recliner with a glass of milk, feeling a bit sorry for myself. Huh!
Started the nosh off.
Read the book for a while, but still felt drained for no reason?
The fodder was prepared, lamb chops, tomatoes and potato cakes with two slices of bread.
I felt I was eating this out of necessity and not hunger.
Just as well, cause it was the worst meal I’ve ever prepared since I came to this flat – horrible! The chops were tasteless, the potato cakes uneatable, the bread dried and even the tinned tomatoes were bland despite the seasoning I’d used!
Or maybe it was me?
Watched a lot of TV, kept nodding off…
Frequent waking up throughout the night, not a good rest at all this dream-filled night. Dreamt repeatedly of being in long corridors searching for a way out I think, being chased by, it seemed, everything. Animals; wild dogs, budgerigars, dinosaurs and alligators amongst them, along with hundreds of people, so many, they kept getting themselves clogged up in the narrow corridors and lifts and got very angry when I laughed at them?
It felt a bit nippy, though. So I put on my felt lined Flobbadob and Blobbadob hat on. Lovely and warm, but the stitching is coming loose already.
Had a breakfast meal for my evening meal.
Slept better last night and woke up feeling the knees were so much better stiffness wise.
I nimbly (For me like) got up and to the bathroom.
I prepared the vegetables and seasoned them in the Crock-pot slow cooker. Just turnip, onions and carrots this time.
Made a start on this one, doing the photographic touch-ups needed.
The rain is persisting still, not heavy mind, sometimes just spotting.
I hobbled to a different bus stop to catch L9 bus back to the flats. What I noticed across the road was a bedding shop advertising it sold high chairs etc. Took a photograph of it while I waited for the bus, but two people walked in front of it as I took it.
WC’d then put away the fodder I’d bought.
Posted the Sunday diary off. Spent a few hours preparing some graphics for later use, posting the Out of Euro post, then made some early fodder.
The meal, mashed potatoes, petit pois and lamb steaks looked exquisite.
I woke around 2345 hrs, shaking and trembling for a few minutes (Dream?). And realised I’d not done any WC activity for hours now?
Doing some Facebooking, I came across this photo on the SDHC card.
Set off and caught the bus to Arnold, friendly chinwag on the way to the bus-stop.
Once in the apartment and having visited the WC, fatigue dawned again, thoroughly drained. So I got a simple meal prepared, Curried baked beans and sausages from the freezer.
A few more attended this week, all seemed to have a really jolly time. I reminded some of them there was no meeting next week.
Walked around for a while waiting for the bus to arrive in twenty minutes or so.up the busy Queen Street
Then I hobbled up to the top of the busy Queen Street and waited for the L9 bus to arrive.
I felt a little anile as I limped wearily around my flat getting the fodder ready. Lackadaisicalness, seemed to be attacking me? Anne Gyna persisted and the right foot/ankle was bent out like never before. I’m going to pot I expect – Haha!
The fodder went down well.
At the top of the gravel footpath into the park, I was impressed with the greenery starting to return.
On the way down the path, it came over a bit darker and the sky was looking so picturesque.
The view from the kitchen window was excellent.
The nosh had finished cooking and came out recent like and appetizing too!
When I woke up, it was getting dark and the rain was belting down outside.
Worra night of dreams!
Got the laptop on and did the diary for 
Wed, and started this one.
Toni was in a good mood and chatted to me a bit. Eddy, our much-loved 93-year-old was deep in thought about something.
On my way back to the flat to prepare for catching the half-past bus to Arnold, I spied a tenant using several of the orange recycling bags for her shopping – Naughty thing!
Got potato sticks, Irish batch bread, fruit dessert pots, parsnips, carrots, swede, leg of lamb chunks, TV paper and a Wiejska sausage ring. Paid the lady on the checkout and remembered to return to the photo section to collect the photographs.
I tested the fodder a few more times and it is coming on just fine. I reckon a stew like what I’m doing will take five hours on the low setting in future.
Down to catch the L9 bus to town. No one else waiting for the bus, and I noticed that someone had planted a row of Spring flowers in alignment with the end of the garages wall.
The usual Friday crowds of shoplifters… whoops! I mean shoppers were milling about on Clinton Street.
Even Arthur let me fuss him a bit. Fooey was his usual self with me, I reckon we have a bond. He’s such a mild-mannered old soul, nothing like how he appears to anyone not knowing him. I love him so, I can’t help but.
While waiting for the L9 bus, I took a photo of the Council House, which turned out a good one.
This is the photograph I took of William, at the weekly Winwood Social Hour last week.
As I went into the kitchen to get the fodder ready, the rain came again. Slowly at first
Big fodder dish tonight.