Friday 27th October 2017
Javanese: Ana 27 Oktober 2017
0205hrs: Woke and started to pandiculate in a slow, calm manner. But Anne Gyna started off despite the care I thought I’d taken. Only Hernia Harry joined her in giving me grief, though. So things were looking good enough for me. I actually felt quite salubrious, but this was before I tackled the evacuation of the £300 second-hand recliner chair. Somehow or other I managed to let my supporting limb slip off of the arm of the chair and onto the phone charger on the Ottoman, thus cutting my hand on the edge of the plug thingy, in the purlicue, Tsk! And I thought seconds earlier how good things were looking. It didn’t bleed much though. Into the kitchen and wiped it up. 
Carried out the health checks, afraid the 
weight has gone up again.
Also, I felt a right Schmuck for ringing the NHS Helpline on Wednesday about the increased Sys and Dia readings, there are now back to normal. Just as well they did not ring me back anyway. Huh!
Makes me feel Floccinaucinihilipilification (Looked that one up, Hehe!) for myself. Considering my insecurity and diffidence more lately. The futility of my efforts to get some help or guidance lowers my esteem as well.
Still, along came a demand for the Porcelain Throne and I forgot all about it. Had an excellent session once again. So then I perked up a bit – mad innit?
Back to the kitchen and took this photograph out of the window. IT came out horrible, and I can’t understand why in the viewer it looked so much more clear and distinct.
Felt a bit down again then.
I thought I would pan and start prepping the meal for later. Cut up and seasoned the belly pork I got from Aldi yesterday, into the crock-pot. Used some Light Soy sauce in the water and added some onions to it. Put the baked beans in a saucepan and small potatoes in one too. A splash of balsamic vinegar in both pans. LAter I chopped up some tomatoes and added them to the beans.
The chap from above started his knocking about again.
I got on the computer and finished off yesterdays Inchcock Today. I had a lot of Emails, so I went through them.
Then onto WordPress Reading.
Out of time to do any Facebooking or graphics. Had to rush and get the ablutions done in time (I hope) to catch the bus.
All went well, and I was on my way to the bus stop in plenty of time.
As I poddled down Chestnut Walk, this lorry was backing out of the building compound. This was one of the smaller trucks and shows the difficulties they have in getting into and out of the delivery area. They have to drive to the far end, behind where I was, to get to the only space big enough to turn around in and back up the Way to escape the place. How those dirty-great Ready-Mix Cement lorries get in and out bellies believe.
Resident May, was at the stop when I got there. Gave her a nibble-bar and we were soon joined by a few more folks. A chinwag was interrupted when the bus arrived. I caught the L9 outbound along with eleven other tenants, all of the others dropped off in Sherwood, and I carried on to Daybrook to alight and go into the Sainsbury Store.
Where an embarrassing incident took place. I was trying to get done quickly and only needed Smoked Fish, Surimi, Dessert and potatoes. I thought I might catch the next bus back to the flats if I was quick enough.
Luckily the store was not very busy.
Straight to the fish counter and they only had two pieces of smoked Cod Loin, and I asked for the larger of the two. I distracted myself by asking the lady how long I should cook the slightly thick tasty looking lump of fish. Then to the prepared fish counter and got two packets of Royal Surimi, then the veg section and got some small potatoes, one of them being expensive only available at Sainsbury’s, Anya variety. On to the fridges and got some Lemon Meringue Mousse desserts. All done in no time it seemed and off to the checkout.
When the bloke asked me for £17.54, it shook me a bit, but I had not the time to investigate then, as I had to rush off to the bus stop.
Got the bus in time and settled to have a look at the receipt. That piece of fish had cost me £10.14! Tsk!
When the bus got into Sherwood, many other tenants got on, and we had a bit of a laugh going up the hill to the apartments. George, May and I started to walk to the block after a few words were exchanged with some tenants getting on the bus.
I lagged behind again, and they were off ahead. But waiting for the lift had delayed them, and I caught up as they both were getting into one.
Got in and put the food away. Did the Health Checks and took the medications, had a wee-wee and got the kettle on as I got the fodder cooking.
The belly pork looked right, well all of it did as I got it served up in the bowl. But it didn’t taste like I had hoped it would, although I#ve had many worse efforts. The pork was the worst tasting thing on the plate. Cooked soft as I had expected, but tasteless.
I got the pots washed up and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner with a ‘Rumpole of the Bailey’ DVD on to watch.
Around 2000hrs, I fell asleep and had a dream, a long time since I recall having a nightmare. I was back on the water, the steaming water in the fog, dirty water. Not a wooden one this time, but a coracle; that leaked continuously but did not sink. Mist all around. Faces, people would appear through the haze now and then, glide over to the boat and stick a hypodermic needle into it, no aggression was shown, they smiled as they stabbed… Oddly, I felt I knew each one of visiting spirits despite my not recognising the faces. I think I dived out of the boat for some logical-at-the-time reason? Despite my fear of deep water and inability to swim. Hey-ho!
I’m so glad I had scribbled the notes of the dream in much better than regular hand-writing because I can remember nothing of it now. Well, apart from the water and fog.
Woke 0000hrs and must have made the notes, because they are here on the pad?
Drifted off again without any hassle.
TTFN each.
0110hrs: Made a fresh brew of tea and had a peek out of the window.
TFZer graphic on CorelDraw.
The reading seemed to have come down and steadied a bit now. I wondered if I might get a call today from the NHS Helpline?
Bid my fond farewells to one and all, but they were nattering away, and no one responded. Which was not a bad thing, cause they were communicating, laughing and I was glad to see them having such a good time.
Walked along to the Aldi Store. Where I spent a fair bit of my ever-dwindling cash. Tsk!
Ciabatta rolls, belly-pork slices and a bargain bottle of Maple Syrup for £2.99, that is £2 less than Morrison charge for theirs.
Paid the young man and got to the door to leave, and I had to stop and distribute the weight between the two bags.
The meal itself looked grand and tasty, as indeed it should have been. But, my option of the chicken thighs was a bad one. For the teeth would not let me masticate at all, as the flesh was so tough. Usually, when the teeth are okay, I like it like this.
This took the edge off of the meal. The potatoes, tomatoes, onions, peas and apple were grand.
I carried out the required, ‘but no one is bothered really’ Health Checks then.
Went to make another mug of tea and took this photographicalisation from the kitchen window.
1410hrs, got the meal cooking, that it needed much preparation.
I woke and thought it was morning. I found out this was at 2200hrs! Foolishly did the Health Checks, but did stop myself in time from taking the morning medications.
To make myself feel worse about my calling the NHS Helpline, the Sys and Dia had gone down a bit now. The pulse had gone up some though.
0220hrs: Back to the flat. Lift One had gone down again.
Took the medications.
0540hrs: Whoopsiedangleplop there! Shot down, lift number one now working? Extracted the clothes and folded them into the bag. Cleaned the filter and casings. While I was doing this, I had a mini-Accifauxpa as the cloth slipped and I caught the knuckles on a sharp edge of the machine. Hey-ho! 
Back in the flat, the lighting seemed to have gone all greenish? Earlier when I photographed the HC machine, it was kind of yellowish?
another cuppa, I spilt the milk on the floor.
Stored the stuff away. I had ordered 2 x 8 (240g) Birds Eye Fish Fingers on offer from £1.39 down to £1.
Then onto Facebooking.
Still not up to speed.
I’m putting some of the TFZers in scenes come photos I have taken of Nottingham.
He set up the Slarm strobe and Pillow Alert (Shaker) in short time.
Got the nosh ready.
Health Checks: Sys 188, Dia 75, Pulse 80, Temp 35.1 and Weight 14.96, not happy with how the Sys seems so high lately.
On the way down in the lift, the latest Alien Blob had already escaped her mucus shell.
Up gravel path hill, passing the Copse on my left. Anne Gyna did not like this incline at all.
Where I was met with a sombre sight – many of the trees near the Pitch & Putt golf course were in the process of being murdered.
onvinced myself. I went left down towards the Mansfield Road exit gate, and as I stood underneath the beautiful trees that lined the footpath and took in natures wonderment, this Nottingham Footpath Cyclist came by me, making me jump a little as he wissed by somewhat close to me, I thought. At least he 
had a light on his bike.
Haemorrhoid Harold and Reflux Roger also in a good mood with me. Why even Hippy Hilda was alright to me. (Although she did have a good go at me later, bless her!)
Turned right at the lights and down along and Edwards Lane.
As I crossed the pelican light, I saw this in the middle of the path. I had to smile and say to it: “Not at the moment thanks.” Hehehe!
His little legs were going like pistons.
At the kid’s play area in the fields, I spotted some Nottingham Street Art Graffiti on one of the children’s, well I’m not sure what it is. Perhaps a skateboard area?
As I plodded on further, more unintentional Nottingham Street Art? Haha!
Caught a number 40 bus and dropped off in Sherwood. Seemed that someone or other had been having a feast at the bus stop.
I managed to avoid the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on my way back up the hill.
I got an early meal. A simple, quick one today.
topped to do the Health Checks: Sys 188 Dia 75 Pulse 80 Temp 33.1 Weight 14.94 The Sys seems a bit high? Made a small drink of tea and took the medications.
time, I’m recording the seasoning that went in. ¼ little bottle of light Soy sauce, a good sprinkling of balsamic vinegar, some distilled vinegar and a rinsed out the few remaining dregs of the Maple Syrup bottle. I have no idea what I used yesterday cause of the blanking out, so will just have to hope that this comes out anywhere as near good as Saturdays; Because it was super-good! Incidentally, I did not have any dizzies or cut fingers today, either. (Bragging a bit here? Hehe!)
Internet signal gone once more, the weekend isn’t it! Grumph! Turned everything off, pressed the reset button. Into the kitchen to make a mug of tea. The rain was more substantial, sky darker and wind higher.
Finished the first TFZer graphic eventually.
Tried again.
Hehehehe!
The seasoning on the belly pork that I’d hoped would come out similar to yesterdays, was a disaster.
I thought of my escapades Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas I’d suffered from the buses this past week and some ideas came into the grey-cell box for an ode I might try to do about them.
Back to Facebooking. Then had a search for the slow-cooker recipes for belly pork. Got the meat sliced and into the Crock-Pot, but unfortunately had a Dizzy Dennis attack while seasoning the brew in the pot. I can’t remember what I put into it. When the head cleared, this is what it looked like.
It was nice to see the volunteers and have a chinwag with a few of them again.
We all made our way to the water storage pond where they were displaying 1939 style firefighting techniques.
the pond for the mock battle and wandered off.
but no signs of BJ or David.
I continued my stroll around met BJ and David and went in the cafe with them so they could have a cuppa and a chinwag.
Felt a bit of a Dizzy Dennis coming on, so I went under the trees and sat on a bench, got the crossword book out and spent an hour or so trying to advance with the crosswords I’d got stuck on earlier. There were plenty of them.
I went back into the boiler house and pumphouse for a final wobble around.
After a wee-wee and wash, I felt things coming together again. Then, when I got the medications out to take with a freshly brewed mug of tea; I realised I only had seven tablets in the day’s box. I was sure there were usually eleven in the morning dosage.
I checked the other pots in the weekly trays. Sure enough, I’d made a right great Whoopsiedangleplop of making this weeks up!
Took the bin bags to the rubbish chute. Ablutions tended to without any shaving cuts and bleeding from the lower rear quarters.
flats. They are still piling in the concrete underground.
The Bestwood bound bus arrived first. Only, I can’t remember her name, kind lady, err.. erm Mo I think, and I got on and had a natter on the way to Arnold. I got off and went into the Sainsbury store. There were no baskets to use, the fish counter had none of the river fish I wanted, and an Arnold Pavement Cyclist nearly ran into a bloke as I left to 
walk into Arnold Centre to visit the open market, and try Asda for the fish and Stilton Cheese Biscuits.
nothing I fancied or needed.
and arrived at the Asda (Walmart) Store.
looked like a regular brown paper bag. She assures me I could just put it in the oven as it is. I was dubious about this and wondered if I’d heard her right. So, on the way around the shop, I got some battered fish fingers and fishcakes to have and froze the fish I’d bought when I got back home. I’ll ask around and find out if it is safe to use the bag in the oven. They did not have any of the Stilton Cheese biscuits in stock either, and no Dettol.
Three others and I got on the bus.
was a problem with the batteries.
there. I explained the situation to them and started to walk up the hill and down through the Woodthorpe Grange Park, then down to the flats. Mary caught up with me and walked together nattering away, back to the apartments.
Got in, and onto the Throne. A lot of bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.
As I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner the reminder note on the mini-pad, I’d written last night, fell to the floor.
I opened the curtains and waved at myself in the reflection. This too was good – now I know I am alive. Hehehe! 
Opened the window and had a look down at the residents parking spaces. I hope the red car on the left doesn’t need to get out first today?
Nottingham.
So, I did the weeks total for the Health Checks.
Arrived in town. The sunshine that had come up was not fooling the Nottinghamian Shoplifters… sorry! Citizens, at all. Most had their winter woollies and coats on. Good idea, sage move too!
I hobbled slowly so as not to get Anne Gyna upset any more than she was.
She took me through the set-up on the machine in front of me. She nipped out during the testing and setting up to get something, and I sneaked out the camera to take this shot of the whatever it is a machine I had to sit in front of and not move.
Off out of the building, still no rain arrived and the promised high winds again absent. (I’m not complaining, though).
I took this photographicalisation of the top of Angel Row.
Along Upper Parliament Street, more closed-down businesses to be seen.
minutes before the bus was due. It came twenty minutes later.
By the short time, it took to get to the flats and off of the bus, it had gone ominously dark.
Into the kitchen, put the kettle on.
The darkness so early in the day, convinced me that rain must have been on the way.
I sat down and got the paperwork looked at that I’d brought home with me.
Got the meal cooking, not that it needed much in the way of preparation today.
Scrawled a sign to remind me of the INR Warfarin Blood Test in the morning and put it on the computer screen, then I got the TV turned on.
Into the kitchen and took the medications, did the Health Checks and looked out of the window, the early morning sky to the right, had some fantastic colours in the darkness. I made my way to get the camera and into the front room to go out on the balcony to get a photo of the colours… Boing! I’d forgot about the lock being removed from the balcony 
door yesterday.
I’ve had an odd feeling all morning, and suddenly realised what it might be: Apart from the lack of so many ailments hassling me, I thought I might be dead. Hehehe! See picture. Mind you; the light is very bright in the wet room.
All done, I dressed and got the nibble-box and raffle prizes ready for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour into the bag ready.
Making another small mug of tea, I noticed as the light came out in the sky, that there were many c
The Morrison lady arrived with the groceries. Nice gal. 
Obergruppenfurheress Deana arrived about 0915hrs, to do the updating of the details of my records. Before we started, I asked her if would take the flowers to Jenny for me, and she readily agreed, bless her.
I got lift one 
After much shuffling and indecision, I settled for some franks, lemon flavoured cooked beetroot, two potatoes halved and dabbed with Vegemite, garden peas with light soy sauce, halved mini tomatoes with White Wine Vinegar and soft-cooked thin fries. Although I had some trouble with catching the teeth, this meal went down very tastily.
While masticating away carefully, I remembered about the dentist tomorrow, 0945hrs. I scribbled a reminder and stuck it on the mini waste bin near the recliner.
So tired and weary now. Got goggle-box on and perused the screening schedule on the TV magazine… now here’s a thing; Why do I bother? It is an inevitable fact that I’m only going to fall asleep with the TV on, headphones my head so I can’t hear any telephones, alarms, doorbell tunes or whatever! I even had a look at tomorrow’s page. Hehe!