0300hrs: I stirred in a uhtceare fashion, fretting over almost everything that came into my mind as well as whatever it was I was dreaming about, but these details faded fast from my intellectually challenged brain. A headache too, now that is very uncommon for me.
After reacquiring some semi-control of the grey-cells, I stirred myself and climbed out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair. (It was not working) A dangerous task, but I managed it without a Whoopsiedangleplop or Accifauxpa, and taking care not to stub my toes, I made my way to the Porcelain Throne.
The rumbling and grumbling in the intestines yesterday was a warning of what was to come, for it came! Hehe! Trotsky Terence was back with a vengeance. Had a good cleaning up of the WC and my lower regions. Utilised the Citrus Body and Lemon fresh-air sprays. Realised that Harold Haemorrhoids was bleeding in the process. Also, I was sneezing again. So, I applied some Corticosteroid Cream took some kitchen towels with me when leaving and deposited them near the computer for later use. (And well-used they were!)
Did the Health Checks: Weight 14.93 again.
Created the Goose Fair post with the photos and got it posted.
Then finalised yesterday’s diary.
I found some more photographs I had missed off of the Goose Fair blog, and trimmed and then and put them together in CorelDraw and added them to the post.
Back to the WC for a wee-wee, but found I needed a heavy-duty session. Just as well I’d got there for the wee-wee, or else there might have been an Accifauxpa. Humph, lucky that! Another clean-up activity session.
Back to the kitchen, back to the WC for a wee-wee, back to the kitchen and made another mug of tea. I opened the window to have a good nosey around outside and realised I could see the Nottingham City Homes at Sneinton near the City Centre in clear view. According to Google Maps, it is about 3 miles away as the crow flies.
This Bentinck Court was modernised at the end of last year.
Feeling a little pleased with my efforts, I did the above on CorelDraw and then tried to do a Panoramic of the skyline. Huh, failed yet again!
I just can’t seem to master this skill at all. Grumph!
I glanced at the new vinegarsI’d bought to have with the fish noshes, and spotted what might be an error. The two bottles, Asda and Morrisons, were exactly the same sizes, but they claimed difference volumes. One 250ml the other 350ml?
Beats me.
As I was shutting the window, I noticed the excellent parking of our Senior Citizens. And this, when we have been informed that the workers will be operational this weekend to get the concreting finished in time. Thus, the ready-made lorries will need access to deliver their ready-made cement, aggregate and water.
0650hrs: Made the brew and returned to the computer… via a trip for a wee-wee en route.
The sneezing is just as severe at the moment. Not earth-shattering I know.
But it doesn’t-half give the poorly-teggies some stick when it comes. Mind you, with a bit of luck the noisy DIYer upstairs might hear it? I don’t think Anne Gyner is too keen on the more forceful sternutations either.
Finally, I got around to starting today’s diary.
Rechecked the Emails. Nothing new in? Hope things are alright.
On Facebook and the Virgin Media service became very slow.
Checked the potatoes in the crock-pot, nowhere near ready yet.
I must try to remember to see Jenny and find out if she is in next Wednesday so I can give her the Thank You present I’ve ordered online for her.
Hello, Oddknob upstairs is doing some DIY again, Tap, knock, thud… Tut!
Checked spuds again, getting close to being ready for mashing now. Got the water boiling for the smoked haddock and got the cos sticksi n the oven.
Got the meal served up and the washing up done.
Mashed Crock-Pot potatoes boiled with White Wine Vinegar and mixed with strong cheddar cheese, garden peas, battered cod fingers and a most delightfully tasty bit of smoked haddock in butter.
I masticated this meal with relative ease for the teggies. But, the batter on th fish fingers proved minacious to the incisors, I should have known really. Didn’t half make me jump! Hehe!
Cleaned the accoutrements and to the Porcelain Throne, where things had changed again and turned to a foul-smelling wind with threats of something coming, but nothing did.
‘Herbert’ above me began to knock drill and tap-tap again.
I put the TV on with the headphones on high to escape the man’s noise, fell asleep and spent the next five hours waking to wonder what this programme is on the box, thinking of turning it off and nodding off again, repeatedly.
02.22hrs: Woke with Craig Cramps and Dizzy Dennis both giving me bother. But, lots of last nights dream was still lucid in my head, so I got up and turned the computer on and used CorelDraw to do the graphic about it and put it on yesterday’s diary while it was fresh in my mind. Here it is again, in case you missed it. I think I dreamt it in mono? I added a vignette effect to it.
Then off to the Porcelain Throne. A far less messy session this one was. Medicated the rear end, washed and into the kitchen to take the medications, do the Health Checks and make a cuppa.The weight had gone up a fair bit. 14.94 Tsk!
The sneezing started again, but it didn’t start the teeth aching or the nose bleeding this time.
It was cold, wet and windy outside. And I have to go to the clinic later. Humph!
I forgot to turn off the flash on this photo, though. Tsk!
During another short visit from Dizzy Dennis, I felt the concinnity of my brain hard to understand or control. But, it was all over within a few moments. Very odd!
I could hear the wind outside gale blowing away. I opened the window and took this photograph.
Made a start on the Emails, there were many of them to get through this morning.
One, from Brother-in-law Pete, was a photograph of a newspaper article come headline.
He pointed out that it could have been me! He was referring to the Nottingham City Homes people, after the Grenfell fire who had posted notes to everyone in the flats telling them to remove their doormats. Thank heavens we don’t live in the Brighton & Hove City Council area! Hehe! They (The B&H City Council) removed the mat and charged the tenants £20 a week for storage until they collected them Huh! I emailed this photo to Warden Deana, a bit of friendly fun.
Onto Facebooking next.
I found an old graphic wot I done, and reposted it on Facebook for a laugh.
The ailments, bat Dizzy all seem to be in a charitable mood with me up to now? Bless em!
I made a pot of porridge and watched a car programme on YouTube.
Feeling a bit more clear headed now as well and besides, also.
Hehehe!
Got the ablutions all done.
Shaved with only one little cut, Did the teggies without any hassle, cunningly brushed around the two incisor teeth safely and did not catch the loose tooth.
Good long, in-depth shower, scouring pad utilised, went carefully around the nose.
Then did the medicating of the required areas and splashed on the after-shave and deodorant. Got myself dressed.
Took the black bags to the rubbish chute, and set off to the bus stop.
Nobody about when I arrived, but soon there about twelve of us tenants there. None of them being in a talkative mood this morning, in fact, they all appeared to be a little glum and sullen? The niche crew were their usual selves, talking and whispering within their own little Métiers of Merit.
Caught the bus and gave the driveress a nibble bar. Even she looked sorrowful as well. Oh dearie me.
Got into Arnold, all I wanted was some Stilton Cheddars, soft biscuits and tinned garden peas.
The weather was bright enough, and the wind had dropped a little.
Went into the Asda (Walmart) store, straight to the Mini-Cheddar shelves, but they had no Stilton variety on display again. Got some Lemon Cream biscuits on offer, though. And three tins of Asda Smart-Price generic label garden peas (Which when I opened a tin later, dozens of the peas had black spots on them?)
Had to move a bit sharpish if I was to catch the next L9 bus.
The people in Asda also seemed a bit grumpy.
Those at the bus stop were stood around in silence.
When the bus arrived, and I got on it, the many many passengers all seemed to be downhearted as well. So many on the bus, the lack of conversation and nattering was worrying me. Even the ankle-snappers were quiet!
I was the only person to alight at the flats bus stop and walked miserably to the Woodthorpe Courts block. No one was about en route. Very odd this, has something happened that I don’t know about?
Getting to the elevators, Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deans appeared. Even she did not have her usual set-to-mode smile on! She informed that she needed to talk to me to update my details. I told her I would be in all day today. Better next week she said. We arranged in for early next Thursday morning. Some passed by and she went off to talk to them, I got in the lift (Number Two) and up to the dwelling box.
Gawd, I’d joined all the others now in feeling dejected.
Put the bits away and got the potatoes in the crock-pot seasoned with some balsamic vinegar.
Made a brew and took a picture from the kitchen window as I did.
I wondered how many people live down there in those few streets – were they any happier than the depressingly wretchedly despondent shower of old folk today living here?
The phone rang, it was Foot Lady Sue. She could come earlier so she will be here in twenty minutes. I’d got the appointment down for Friday?
Started to update this diary and Foot Lady Sue the Chiropodist arrived and done my feet. Gave her the £20 she said I gave her short last time and the £30 for this session.
As she left, the ‘Herbert’ upstairs started his drilling knocking and scraping again.
I’m feeling even more down in the dumps now. Hehe!
Rechecked the Emails.
I was a little weary by now, poor old thing. Hehe!
I used adequately boiled spuds today, and indeed bashed them up adding cheese and a drop of milk in the hope of making them nice and extra soft so as not to bother the ailing incisor teeth, but I made a mess of this, and the lumps caught my teggies a few times when eating. Tsk!
Thought I’d get the things cleaned up before eating the nosh, in case I fell asleep following the masticationalisationing of the fodder. Then I’d have to face the washing up in the morning. Not a good idea, cause I got myself into to right state doing the pots. I dropped the mixing bowl taking it from counter top to the sink. Oh dear! Not comfortable getting down and up to retrieve lumps of mashed potatoes. Then I even dropped the carton of orange juice as I poured it out. A sticky mess there to clean-up as well. Oh, my knees and Hippy Hilda went through it. Tsk!
By the time I was settled into the £300 second-hand recliner with the meal on my knee, the fodder was well cold! Yet, I still enjoyed it? I think the adding just a drop or two of Light Soy Sauce to the potatoes when they were being mixed with the cheese, made them sweet and tasty. Even if they had gone cold. Humph!
I’ll see how I feel in the morrow and try to get to go to the Goose Fair (If the knees, Anne and Hilda allow me to) and get some photographs to ue on WordPress. We’ll see how things are then. The getting up and down to clean the messes I made, has displeased Arthur Itis, Hippy Hilda and Anne Gyna. Not the ailments to upset if you can help it.
TV was turned on, and the nod-offs and waking up sessions began.
0500hrs: The need for the Porcelain Throne utilisation forced my unwilling brain and body to raise themselves from the £300 second-hand recliner to make my way to the wet-room. Sounds easy to do, doesn’t it? Remember who we are talking about here! Hehe!
A good blooming start to the day! Hehe!
As I alighted the chair, Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis in the knee both gave way at the same time. The pain was unexpectedly vicious, and as I went forwards, putting out my hands to attenuate the landing of my overweight flobby-body-mass, and this did soften the fall considerably – unfortunately, I caught just my nose on the corner of the Ottoman on the way down.
Not much of the kitchen towels left by the time I sorted things out, nosebleed, Haemorrhoid Harold and cleaned myself up! Hehe!
I may have muttered something like, “Oh dearie me!” afterwards. No time to muse over this too long, as the Porcelain Throne session was urgent. And another messy effort again. Trotsky Terence ensured that it was a splattering, spitting, spraying operation that needed the cleaning up of the porcelain and medicating of me. I know keep a stock of the Imodium capsules in the drawer next to the WC, and took one immediately, in the hope that things will calm down. Stopped the nosebleed, well, it stopped on its own actually within ten minutes or so. It started again later of course. Humph!
All tarted up and clean again, back to the kitchen.
It was raining and dark outside, and I took some photographicalisations of the morning scene.
Foolishly I opened the window to take one shot, and got soaked as the frame turned and all the rainwater poured in and over me and the floor I stood on!
I cleaned up the kitchen and myself once again!
Reopening the window with just enough room for me to get the camera out of it, I recorded the car parking situation below.
One tenant with the red or orange car on the left had conveniently blocked in the silver car who had parked of the concrete and on the grass verge. Hehehe!
Moments later, the rain stopped falling. Mmm?
Did the Health Checks, took the other morning medications and rubbed some Phorpain on the knees and Hippy Hilda. Did a good job of this, used a lot of the gel and rubbed and rubbed it into the hip and all around. Doing this, I realised that Haemorrhoid Harold had started bleeding again, so I cleaned up the rear department and applied the Corticosteroid cream. This reminded me that I am on the list awaiting a Haemorrhoidectomy, and have been for a long time now. I must mention this to the nurse on Tuesday. Also, might mention Hippy Hilda, but no chance of any help there yet. There are much more suffering others also waiting who cannot walk at all, so no complaints from me on that score. I read on the label of the cream; “Making simple dietary changes and not straining on the toilet are often recommended…” Huh, with Trotsky Terence and Diahorea Duncan always battling among themselves for supremacy all this year, fat chance of that!
I’d been up and about for around an hour and a half now, and had spent most of that time in the flipping wet-room cleaning up or medicationalising something or other!
Searched failingly to find my reading glasses? Had to use the old pair. The mystery to me is where I put them?
I got on with updating yesterdays diary and posted it off. Three wee-wees during this time?
To the kitchen again to make another mug of tea.
I spotted that the bananas I bought yesterday from the Cooperative store in Sherwood, were going black at the stalk ends. Oh, dear?
I’d left the window ajar and could hear a dog barking, and opened the window to see if it was the white dog that takes its owneress for a walk every Sunday morning, and it was.
The rain had started again.
Started off this chronicle and updated the photo album.
The nose started bleeding again. Took a while for it to stop this time, but it did. Also, I now have a new pain in the neck. Caused, I assume by the tumble earlier. It might have at least have hit the incisors and knocked the loose tooth out for me! Haha!
Went onto Email checking and responding to WordPress reading.
Then onto Facebooking.
The kind gentleman upstairs has started knocking and banging again! I could swear!
Sister Jane rang me and had a natter.
I found this photo on the Nottingham Post site. Queen Street, where I catch the L9 bus from town. Man climbs up scaffolding – Antisocial incident?
Did some graphics.
This one is for Lynton and his better-half. A good, wise bloke is he. Don’t let him know I said this, though. Hehe!
Health Checks done, medications taken and my mind turned to the fodder.
Nosh sorted out, and a mess made doing it, that you would not believe it possible to make just doing seasoned baked beans, potatoes and bacon bits cut up into tiny pieces!
I’d been stirring the bean in the saucepan all the time the bacon was cooking in the oven. Got the potatoes out of the crock-pot and mashed them up and added some herbs, got it in the serving dish. Went to add the bacon to the beans… and realised I’d been stirring the beans with balsamic vinegar but had not turned on the heat to the hob! Set it on high and continued to spoon… By the time it was warm enough, the potatoes had gone cold! Popped the dish in the still warm oven, and washed the things while it rewarmed… Managed to cut me down a fingernail on the steak knife, dropped the washing-up liquid bottle that burst open as it hit the floor… Cleaned that up, by which time the oven had cooled, and the meal was not looking too bright, fresh or appealing. Then had to go to the Porcelain Throne, use it, clean it and myself, medicate things and eventually got around to the meal again. Tsk!
Still, I ate it all the same, added some BBQ sauce to it – which was the hottest part of the whole meal. The word Failure comes to mind!
Washed the pots up, passed some more wind then got the gogglebox on and soon the nodding-off then waking routine set in.
Bad night for dreams. Did not wake up until around 0530hrs. Then, I glanced around the room and the same feeling that overcame me last night returned. Well, many feelings but all with the same pattern of guilt at the state of the place. Contrition, disgrace, pangs of conscience and self-reproach being the worst of them.
I recalled the promise to myself last night that I made: “I’ll get the cleaning up done first thing in the morning, use the hoover later so as not to bother the neighbours with the noise.” The idea of leaving it all and doing something else, anything at all – fleetingly came to mind, but the guilt was too strong.
The ailments seemed kind as I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and made my way to the Porcelain Throne. A rock-hard start, followed up with a messy slush of sorts?
Then into the kitchen to make a mug of tea. Did the Health Checks and took the medications, well, I was about to: I had to rush back to the Throne, and it was not a good session, it was a long hard battle for a few minutes again, and then Trotsky Terence had a bash at me! Splashing, spraying, More cleaning up to do before I could start on the housework – or should that be apartment-work or flat-work? Haha!
Back in the kitchen again, I found I had left the hot tap running and now, had no hot water! Briefly, I allowed naughty thoughts to come into the brain, like, “Should I bother doing the cleaning, no hot water will make it difficult to clean-up…” But, my conscience would not permit me the luxury of being slothful again! I decided to start on the front room.
The view outside was beautiful as I went out onto the balcony.
The lights were about to go out, cause I think they do so around 0600hrs this time of year.
Took a look at the windows to see if I might get away without cleaning them on the outside. The mess inside was more noticeable with the lights on inside and dark out! What an idiot I am! They were in a terrible state, and it was evident that they needed doing urgently.
Tsk!
I took two photographicalisations down from the balcony, to the left and the other, straight down. To say that I did them in a rush, they came out alright, I thought. And, it was not cold at all out there, and the few spots of rain earlier had stopped altogether.
I tried to energise myself and apply a gritty ‘Sticktoitiveness’ into my psychological state. To dedicate me to get the cleaning up done, whatever happens! So I did. Although as you will read, the stickability idea came unstuck, thanks to Trotsky Terence, old age, Anne Gyna and bleeding a lot rather when I had my shave. Humph! Hehe!
The photographs following, are of the area before of the left, and after on the right, of each zone tackled so heroically by Inchcock, I thank you. (Hehe!)
I decided to work anti-clockwise around the room and to end up doing the hoovering because it would be well past 0800hrs and some by then. Started with the corner display with the photos on it. I seemed to cope with the bending to dust and polish, even the screw on ends, without too much hassle. Did the frames and spent a few minutes when I saw Dad’s and Suzie’s pictures. Replaced the other stuff. Felt quite good at this stage, mind you, of course, I’d only just started the job.
Then onto the DVD shelves and the fire surrounds. This took me three hours to get done, and other Porcelain Throne visits in between.
I made up a bag of stuff to take to the Nottingham Hospice Shop later. Lots of DVD’s and the new fancy landline phone I didn’t get on with at all. I tried to sort out the DVD’s, thinking the 20 or so I was giving to the Hospice Shop would make more room, there seemed to be less by the time I’d done the polishing and started tp out the whole lot back on the shelves? I replaced Maries’ kindly donated to me from Australia, Koala Katie in pride of place on top of the DVDs and had a chat with her. Well, I love Koala Katie! Dusted and polished the fire surrounds, truncheons, plaque, clock, dusted Margaret Thatcher, she still ‘Squeaks’ when squashed you know, even all these years later!
Tackled the bookshelves and moved the hearing aids and accoutrements into their own tray. Then started on the 1963 second-hand G-Plan that holds the landline and computer and printer stuff on top and all sorts of rubbish inside. A Major Calamity Grade Whoopsiedangleplop here! I’m afraid. The wooden door runners spilt open when I tried to close them after polishing them. The right-hand ones do not open anymore, Sob! I’ve left the left ones ajar so you can see how they should open. I had to use WD40, brute force and a prayer to get the broken door to close. My heart in the cleaning up task faded at this point!
Heck of a job getting the computer and TV screens cleaned without leaving any streaks. The alarm panel was involved too, I was scared of setting it off. After doing the best I could, I stopped for a break and mug of tea.The dreaded one next!
The dreaded one, the paperwork! But I took my time and got things sorted in the end. I remembered to keep the audio record book and card out on the writing desk and the INR card too, cause I’ll need them this week. (Smug Mode Adopted here, Hehe)
The office looked a lot better than it has done for some time, the two folder holders are beginning to burst at the seams, though. Might have to invest in another one soon.
The one area I thought I would not have any hassle with was the chairs. I was wrong! The cover on the recliner just did not want the hoover to remove all the little crumbs from my nocturnal nibbling session. Then I sprayed the wrong polish on the leather chair with the broken leg and cracked at the back. I used the window spray in mistake for the leather spray. What a Pallava it was getting it sorted!
Finally (photo takenat 1825hrs) actual time approx 1200hrs), the hoovering was done, a wee-wee and fatigued in the extreme now.
I wanted to get the Nottingham Hospice things delivered with the other stuff.
I pondered a while on if I would be okay walking around the block. Thought I would be, apart from Trotsky Terence and Anne Gyna giving hassle, all seemed well.
I boiled some saucepans of water and the kettle to get a stand-up wash and shave. .. then I thought, would the shower heater work now the boiler is cold? I was in luck, it was hot water coming from the shower head. Hippy! So, I carefully did the teggies, and shave, into the shower for a scrub-up and got the togs on, and bag ready to take to the Hospice Shop.
I got as far as over the road and onto the gravel hill path up to the park and realised I had not got the hearing aids in or the Lumix with me. So I legged it back to the foyer, and two girl tenants were just getting out of a taxi, so I waited for them holding the door open and helped one with her bag into the lift. To the flat, picked up the aids and camera and off again.
The feet were not too bad, but Anne Gyna was giving me bother.
Up the gravel hill again. Hehe!
Through the park to the gates and had a look at the Food Stalls on offer. Nothing of interest to me, there were seven food stalls, eleven personages available for serving clients, and two potential customers.
Very sad for the retailers.
Into Sherwood and dropped off the things at the Hospice Shop.
Sherwood seemed awfully quiet for a Saturday?
I walked down to the Co-op and got some soft bread and bananas.
By-passed the cake and hot food shops and made my now, very slow limp up Winchester Street Hill, back the complex.
On the way up, I spotted this slug. It seemed to be trying to drink water in a little crevice on the cracked pavement. Or not?
I was getting more wearier as I plodded on.
I got in and onto the Porcelain Throne, yet again. Splashes, splatters, WC and myself to clean up again. Getting fed-up again.
Did the checks and medications and took an anti-diarrhoea capsule. Then spotted the morning drugs that I was about to take much earlier when I got the Trots… still in their pot untaken! Tsk!
The recycling bags were posted through the door, they seem to come every two weeks nowadays. All five of them.
Then got on with finishing off yesterdays diary. Better late than never. Emails and WordPress reading. Then started this journal off. Many hours later. Even more, sacred hours passed my usual head-down time, I got it finished as the evening darkness grew darker.
Thought about the meal and what to have and got the urge to have some baked beans, seasoned with Balsamic vinegar, cheesy potatoes and BBQ smoked mackerel sounded nice. Realised I had only one tin of beans left, I added some to my Morrison order for Wednesday, or whenever it is for.
Then got the nosh cooking, well, no cooking at all really. I had instant mash with the last of the cheese mixed in, BBQ mackerel and baked beans with balsamic vinegar.
The light and free yoghourt had gone off badly – Pwher, nearly I passed out when I whipped off the lid! Eurgh! Haha! Hope the others in the fridge are still okay.
I think I was too tired to get to sleep tonight. The nodding offs did not start until very late on. And, one dream, well, bits of one of them I could recall and made this graphic in the morning to show what it was about. I was at the British Railways house in Brookfield Place, as I was living there in my early years. I was on my own and searching for a ten-bob note in the outside loo, and the pigeons would not let me get out again? That’s all I recall.
0330hrs: Woke, tried to recall the dreams I knew I’d had, without any luck… a call to the Porcelain Throne was responded to in haste. A lot easier this morning compared to yesterdays agonistic session, but the blood flowed worryingly too much again from within.
Did the health checks and took the medications.
Then started to update things on the computer and the diaries. What a bloomin’ mess I got myself into, Tsk! Made the date graphics alright, then posted them to the wrong days’ posts, then realised that I’d got the wrong top graphics on the wrong pages… What a pickle I got into trying to sort it all out. 0600hrs by the time I got it right, at least, I think I have! Even had to have three or four wee-wees in between my efforts at getting things in order again. By the end of all this editing and rearranging, I felt almost crapulous.
I wonder if there is coterie or club for people like me to join for help and support? Perhaps it might be called “TLIF (The Losing It Fast) Association”? No doubt about it, senility dawns.
Made a brew of tea that did not taste good at all. Was it the milk, tea bags or me? Does it matter? Passed some wind, sneezed setting the two front Suzie Incisors off again, and back for another wee-wee.
Set about doing a graphic for my mates Lynton and Martin; also I’ll use it on one of the diaries as a top graphics and post it to Facebook, cause I was well pleased with this one as a funny thought prompting effort, although I say it myself. I won’t show it yet until I have used it elsewhere, might make it the top for tomorrows diary?
Oh, go on then, I can’t wait to show it off. (I say smugly. Hehe!)
Onto the Email sorting. I got carried away with some of the News Alerts for Nottingham. Sherwood, in particular. A street full of cars had their tyres slashed. The Alia Polish Restaurant on Mansfield Road had been attacked and vandalised and a knifing.
On to WordPress reading.
Emails got a request for a graphic. I like it when I get these, cause it makes me feel like I’m needed. Australian Marie, asked for this one of Australian Mary. Hehe!
I hope they like it.
Tried to catch up on Facebooking. Limited time though.
The Odd Ball Noisy Git above has started banging away again!
Off to get the ablutions done. Then gerroff to town.
Teggies, shave and nasal clean-out, then a quicky but good shower. Got the medications done below and at the rear end and changed into the clothes. Got the bag ready, checked for the brolly, bus-pass and cash-card, and off to the lift to go down.
The following experience is not a joke and actually happened. There I was, at the only lift still operational. Pressed the call button while the cage was on the 15th floor. It came down by-passing me, to the 6th floor. Then down to the ground floor. Then back up to the 14th floor, and down again to the ground floor. Eventually, it came up to collect me. Hehe! It stopped at the 8th, 6th, 4th and 3rd floor going down, but there was no one at the 6th or 3rd floors?
Sat in the lobby were Edna and Nora. We had a quick confab, and I gave them some nibbles. Then out and along to the bus stop, in the rain.
The City bound bus arrived first and waiting there a surprising amount of us old fogies that got on, and it picked up much more en route.
I went to the terminus stop.
As we passed Victoria Centre (Mall), the rain was easing, and the Nottinghamian pedestrians were still crossing over the pelican traffic lights on red, as usual.
Bless em! The fact that two people were knocked down at this junction while crossing over against the lights didn’t seem to have phased them at all.
The rain had reduced itself to barely a drizzle, as I wandered down Queen Street into the City Centre Slab Square.
The mobile cinema was still there. Since my last visit they had built a wooden surround around the vehicle trailer the films are being shown in.
A food trailer was being got ready on site.
Claiming in print on the side of it; “Genuine American Barbeque Take-Away Food”. Just what Nottingham City needs, more food! Hehehe!
I had a wander through the back streets. At the jewellery store window, one of them as dedicated to watches.
Expensive watches.
I assumed this one was a Cartier ladies one.
I thought I might do (What I have done now) a little competition to see if the TFZers can guess the price of this article?
Just for a bit of fun, like
I hobbled around the back of the Council House and down to St Peter’s Church and Square.
I attempted to take a photo of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist as he pelted down the hill.
But, he got hidden behind a car. Tsk!
I visited the Marks & Sparks food hall in their basement. Always a financial mistake me doing this. £11 spent this time. I really should resist the temptation to go in this shop! Ready-made colcannon mash, Cheddar mashed potatoes Rosti and a chicken risotto made up for the expenditure. And, I’ve got to chop up the chicken pieces before I dare try to eat it. I thought when I bought it, there would be only mushrooms in it. Idiot!
When I came out and limped up to the Square, there were so many Nottingham Pavement Cyclists about, I could not catch them all, but I managed to bag two of them, much to the displeasure of other people about. Oh, dear!
I called into a shop to get the TV magazine’ for next week.
I still don’t know I bother, cause I only fall asleep trying to watch the goggle-box, anyway.
As the light dimmed, I got this ‘Moody’ photograph of the Council House and the Little John’s clock bell housing.
Made my way to the bus stop on Queen Street to catch one home, and I heard several emergency vehicle klaxons. It was three police cars going up South Parade behind the Council House. But I was not in a position to get any picture. Tsk!
I did get a photograph of this ‘Uber Eats’ Pavement Cyclist though, making his way up to King Street.N
Caught the bus, it arrived on time, in fact, it left four minutes early. This I have learnt, is because the driver gets his meal break when he comes to the other end.
No ill bother from the ailment, despite my decent hobble around.
Two other tenants got on en route, one from Winchester, one from Woodthorpe Courts.
I had a chinwag with the gal on the way back.
Got in, had a wee-wee. The chump upstairs was banging about again, sounded like it was clanging noises?
But the food away and got on with updating this diary and sorting photo’s out.
This took a few hours, and I was getting a little fatigued but pressed on and then went out and took some photographs of the new boarding signs.
Oh, yes! Hehe!
Many new small signs informing us that they are sorry for the inconvenience?
And many large posters, made up from four sections had been put up the length of the road, about four or five of them with graphics of what the place should look like when finished.
It took the expert doing the erection job, from 1045hrs to 1400hrs to get them all up. I know this because when I went down to take the pictures of them, resident Annie told me so.
I looked up and took this photograph of Woodthorpe Court at the same time.
Came back in and noise coming from the flat above mine, sounded like something being dropped on the kitchen floor repeatedly, and then the hammering sounds started off again!
I made a cup of tea and got to here on updating this page, then went on Facebooking again.
More banging from upstairs.
Got the thin chips in the oven, and pulled pork with some Balsamic vinegar in the saucepan. Stayed close so I could monitor it.
Had a Wee-wee. Fancy that!
More noise from the ‘Herbert’ upstairs.
Got the nosh sorted. A bit risky, but did the Frits chips I got from M&S, but made sure they were not crispy.
The pulled pork in the balsamic sauce had to be well chopped up into tiny pieces.
No problems suffered, with the desserts of course. Tasty all the same, rated this a 8.5/10
The whole meal went down well, I must say. Perhaps a tad too much balsamic vinegar in with the pulled pork. But you don’t like to complain, do you? Hehe!
Had a wee-wee.
Health Checks and medications were taken.
Got resided in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some TV. Nodded of, dreamt, woke-up… Nodded of, dreamt, woke-up… Nodded of, dreamt, woke-up… Nodded of, dreamt, woke-up… On and on this happened for hours again! I did find some scribbled notes in the morning, but they were beyond deciphering. Humph!
0225hrs: Bad night for waking up and fighting to try and stop the brain wandering off on its own course. Going AWOL but taking me with it, sort of thing. I fretted and worried about Sister Janes operation, the noisy git upstairs, my own regular ailments and failures, the toothache, trying to accept my oncoming caducity… You name it, I think it rambled through the grey-cells at some point over the next ten minutes or so.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and straight to the Porcelain Throne. Far less a messy session this time, but boy, was it a painful one! Oddly enough, Harold’s Haemorrhoids did not bleed at all? Just stung like buggery! Hehe!
Did the health checks and took the medications, then I think I decided to do the remaining washing left over from yesterday, partly to give the still partly-fuddled brain-box something else to ponder on?
Got the bag and accoutrements needed and went with them to the lifts.
Number One Elevator (The one with the breeding alien blob on its floor), was out of action. The sense of humour was still working in the brain though… I imagined that the caretaker had after 3 weeks got around to cleaning up the blob and had probably been bitten by the Alien and mutated into something else? Hehehe!
Got the machine going and up to the flat.
Arthur itis in the left knee particularly bothersome now?
Making a mug of tea, I looked down outside and thought there was a free parking space opposite the building! Never been known I thought, and took a photograph to show others the proof. Haha!
When I got in, on the computer later, I found it was not a parking space, but a black car that was hidden in the drizzle and darkness.
Made a start on this diary, then back down to the laundry room to move the clothes into the dryer.
Getting out of the elevator, and Duodenal Donald started giving me a lot of jip suddenly.
Carried on with the dairy. When the alarm/timer beeped, I collected the empty bottles and took them down with me, to put them in the Recycling bin.
On the short journey down, Craig Cramps affected the fingers, and I had a job to get one of them out of the bottle. I had to smile to myself.
Out through the lobby doors, the rain was falling, and a collection of fallen leaves had gathered rather artistically against the brickwork divider, I thought.
It was warm but wet out there.
I sneezed as I approached, and the teeth began aching like mad again! Slowly the ailments were taking over my day again! Humph!
When I lifted the lid of the bin as mentioned earlier and gently laid my three sauce cleaned bottles on top of the nearly full receptacle (Not wanting to make a noise and disturb anyone), I realised that I may be the only non-alcoholic tenant in the place!
And likely, the only one who could not afford to drink Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey Whisky (93-year-old Polish Eddie?). Famous Grouse Whisky (86-year-old Bill – William on Sundays?). Hayman’s 1859 Reserve Gin, I could not guess who had drunk this, but there were two empty bottles mixed in with a good selection of wine, spirits and beer ones. For a fleeting moment, just seconds, I was tempted to start drinking again. Luckily, as I closed the lid, I belted my elbow on the corner of the brickwork, that did the trick, cleared away any alcoholicismistic thoughts. (Jealous? Me?)
Back into the laundry room to collect the things and titivate it up a bit.
Disaster! The lovely brown throw came out with the edges tattered and loose. Lost its colouring and all wrinkled up beyond saving I think. My Kippah had shrunken to barely wider than my hand when stretched. I’d done something wrong, but could not tell what, because, the settings clear after use on this machine? Tsk!
Cleaned out the filter and wiped the inside of the drum and the shell.
Back up again to the little dwelling box on the 12th floor. A wee-wee, kettle on and another wee-wee? Oh, dear!
Getting a bit lighter now.
Another mug of brew.
Had a wee-wee.
Checked on the weather forecast for the rain situations. Oh, we’ve got a lot to come and worse on Friday, Saturday, Sunday!
On with updating this again.
Ablutions tended to. Assembled the nibbles and raffle prizes for the Tenants Social hour meeting.
Had a wee-wee (Tsk) Took the black bin bags and put them down the chute.Then set off on a walk
Then set off on a hobble around the back of Woodthorpe Courts, by Winchester Court, up the hill onto Sherwood Vale. And right down to Chestnut Walk and down that to the Winwood Social & Obergruppenfureresses cabin come hut.
Then right down to Chestnut Walk and down that to the Winwood Social & Obergruppenfureresses cabin come hut.
Between the two blocks of flats, I actually saw some workmen.
Not many, but still, an improvement on lately.
A machine was moving very slowly towards my block. It had the name of a Mast-Erector Company on it. Appear more like a pile-driver to me?
I noticed through the fencing that ready-made concrete was being delivered this morning. So I assume the team will soon be getting on with the foundations for the new block of apartments to go in-between the two old ones.
As I walked along the side of the dividers, I had to take care not to slip in the wet mud from the rains.
Up the hill and onto Sherwood Vale without any mishaps, though.
As I turned right down Chestnut Walk, more caution was called for as sadly, the falling Autumn leaves combined with the rain, made walking decidedly dodgy! Hehe!
As I passed the top of Winchester Street on my way to the shed, I espied they had put up new signs on both sides of the road.
Resident Parking Only. Which apparently made no difference to the two people who got out of their car at the end of the Walk, and nipped off with their dog, up into Woodthorpe Grange Park.
I noticed through the fencing on Chestnut Walk, a load of Nottingham Street Art had appeared, thrown through or over the railings into the park. Humph!
Into the meeting, and got myself ensconced on a table. One that I usually get turned away from and sent to the one near the door to use. But not today, for the one near the doors was filled with four visitors of Frank Two, and no room was available. Which tickled me pink, cause I could have a proper chinwag with the gals at this larger table.
Put the raffle prizes on the table with the others, bought some raffle tickets and gave them away to two gals.
I dare not have a drink, cause it might start the rear end leaking. Jenny took the nibbles around for me. Not many came back to be used next week. BJ was in good form, no time to talk though he was helping to do the raffle.
Then, just as I was laughing about the crossword and not one of us could remember how to spell Deutschmark. (I can now when it’s too late to show off, Tsk!) And a Whoopsiedangleplop of an embarrassing nature took place! I felt the warm-and-wet sensation from the rear quarters, that is so commonplace for me, but not for ages now. Something had caused the bleeding to start again.
I knew I had to get back to the wet room and check things out quickly and was very uncomfortable with having to leave so urgently.
I think I red-facedly waved my farewells as I left. Rushing as fast as I could, and limping with Arthur Itis’s left knee and the right-angled right ankle bothering me, I must have looked a right wally hobbling at speed back to the flats. Especially with trying to walk in a fashion that prevented any more leakage!
What a mess to clean-up and treat, when I did get in. No going out for me today, too hazardous now.
It was Duodenal Donald that was the cause, which I was content with, for I feared it might be Little Inchy and his lesion causing the problem, luckily it was not so.
More flipping washing to do, now!
Made a brew. I half expected someone from the thirty or so folk at the meeting to call see if I was alright, but no, not yet anyway.
Updated this with the photos and verbiage. Then went on to sort the Emails and WordPress replies out.
The ‘Herbert’ upstairs is knocking and banging again!
About to go onto Facebooking, and both fire alarms went off, Communal and the one for this flat! I can’t hear the Communal one, but my alarm was going off, made me investigate outside, and I heard it then. Oh dearie me!
I looked out of the kitchen window and saw one fire tender – they usually sent a tender, ladder and back-up van to our alarms, but only the one today.
Mind you, just as well really, cause there was nowhere for the one to park, let alone three!
Two workers vans in the Emergency Vehicles Only double lined parking space!
By the time I got the camera out the crew were in the foyer I assume. The cab doors were left open
A minute later (eight minutes in total) they were out again in the tender and were off to the end to turn around, then they appeared again, as they left the site.
I bet there will be some bother over the parking in their dedicated bay, and I hope they kick-up a stink too!
Had a wee-wee.
Did the health-checks and took the medications.
Back on the computer and forgot I was doing Facebook and I did a Morrison order for next week. 0630>0730hrs Wednesday 4th October.
Back on Facebook. What a mess. It kept freezing and would not let me edit the photo galleries. Most disappointing. It took me three hours to get through and almost finish what I wanted to do. Tsk!
Did the Health Checks and took the evening medications.
Had a wee-wee.
Finally got around to WordPress comment reading.
Tired now, I got the meal on the go and served it up.
The loose one of the two bad Incisors had become a lot looser. But I coped without too much trouble to masticate with unbearable pain. I’m becoming a bit of a Mastication Maestro. Hehehe!
While sorting the meal, I stopped to photograph a most beautiful scene from the kitchen window. It produced an amazing crepuscular ray, and the dust reflected the sun, it was marvellous. However, by the time I got the camera, the sun had gone.
What I still think is a good un, though. The wind showing in the trees?
Tired as I felt, the nodding off routine of late, did not mature: as I watched the TV for over two hours without any.
Then when they did begin later, I reckon I had a dream everytime I nodded. But annoyingly I could recall nothing about them at all. I think they were all sort of set in my younger days, but don’t understand how I think I know this?
0255hrs: Woke-up, the dreams I’d had annoyingly drifted off into the ether in seconds.
Then, a much-awaited call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I made my way to the wetroom in almost celeripedean style… well, with less hobbling and limping than of late anyway. Hehehe! The session went well, but Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled a bit. I was happy that at last something had been passed.
0315hrs: Took the laundry down and got it into the washing machine.
0324hrs: Back, up and did the Health Checks, Sys157, Dia 74, Pulse 80, Temperature 33.6, W 14.94.
Started this diary off, did the graphics ready.
0345hrs: Down to move the things from the washer to the dryer.
I noticed they had removed the bookcases from the lift lobby.
Looks rather stark now, to say the least.
But at least all the lights were working this morning.
Some new Commandment Posters had appeared on the board near the elevators.
The first informed us in Capital-Letters again, of the TRA (No idea what it stands for... oh yes I do, Tenant Resident Association. Only guessing)
In capitals again, and red lettering in places, this one was Commanding us to remove everything from our balcony.
If we fail to do this, anything on the balcony will be, as it is wrongly typed here: WILL BE REMOVE AND DESTROYED. Hehe!
I wonder who Lynne Rowe is? How do we contact her… or should I say HOW DO WE CONTACT HER?
I am naughty here. Sorry.
The third poster from Obergefreiteress Jenny was a handwritten one (Not in capitals, though).
Now, this was nice of her. Being concerned about someone who might need her help, and trying to put whoever it was, mind at rest.
Well done with this sign, Jenny.
0359: Up and continued with the diary update. I made this graphic adding this mornings photograph at the bottom, of the AMP (Alien Mutation Process) on the elevator number one floor.
It looked to me like the life-form worm or whatever it is, has survived and is still waiting to give birth perhaps?
Whatever it is, it has withstood the caretaker’s efforts to clean it up and or remove it?
I assume some attempt must have been made over the fourteen days since it landed on earth? But, then again, without the incentive of extra financial gain, backhander, bribe, inducement, schmear, sweetener, some people are not interested in working without an additional bonus slipped to them. Who can blame him?
Looking closer at it, it really does look like there is still a life form of some sort in it?
I’m surprised the caretaker hasn’t tried to sell it to a museum by now. Haha!
0444hrs: Down once again, to collect the laundry and titivate the place. It certainly needed some attention.
The other washing machine that I do not use for this very reason had the doors all tacky with soap powder dried hard, stuck on them. W2, the one I use was not so bad.
The filters looked like they had not been cleaned for days, so clogged up with gunk and fibres.
The waste bin was rather full, and with some out-of-place items laying on top of it, that surprised me somewhat.
As to why they should even have been in the laundry room in the first place?
I got the clothing out of the dryer and sorted and folded into the bag.
Then, I got on with cleaning the filters and machine casings.
They were in a sorry state I can tell you.
The other washer drawer where you should put the soap powder, freshener etc. in, was so grotty, I could not get the soap powder off of the areas it had spilt over into.
0525hrs: Got it all sorted and cleaned, apart from the drawers of course.
Then, as I went to go back to the flat, I spotted outside the foyer door, a traffic cone had appeared?
Had the yobboes been calling again, I wondered. Or, maybe someone has been parking their vehicle up against the automatic outer doors? Hehehe!
Put away the cleaned clothes and onto updating this diary again.
0730hrs: Got it done up to here. Expecting the Morrison delivery soon.
Started to update yesterday’s diary, then.
I pondered on whether or not to take a Senna with the medications, being as there have been no movements from the rear end for a few days now? I didn’t though.
It bugged me about the dirty input drawers. So I went back down again to have another go at cleaning them. But no luck.
The solid soap powder would not come off, whatever I tried on them. I considered fetching a knife down and trying that, the scouring pads I tried, were not moving anything. When I knocked the knuckles trying, I gave up and returned to my nice but noisy (Thanks to the moron on the next floor up) apartment.
The Morrison man arrived. In and out like a flash he was.
I carried the bags into the kitchen and got the stuff stored away.
Once again I’d overdone it a bit.
I realised that I had now bought three products claiming to be from; USA, Australia and specifically one from Idaho.
This is the instant mash that I foolishly pain £1.50 for!
When I could have got an English generic brand of instant potatoes, for around 50p for the same weight packet!
Tsk, Plonka!
Had a good ablutionalisationing session. Feeling alright at this moment. This worried me, Hehe!
The git upstairs has started drilling again, now!
Got ready and took the last of the food in the fridge that the teeth will not let me eat, to get rid of it before it goes out of date. Apples, tomatoes, bacon and peppers.
Had a chinwag with one of the gals as we walked to the bus stop.I saw Deana coming towards us, and told her about the food, she asked me to drop it in the toilet for her. As tenants tend to see food and think it is freebies and knick it. Haha! So I dropped the bag in there for her and carried on to the bus stop. At least there was no rain today.
Arriving in the City Centre, I got off near the old dancehall and made my way to the Aldi store. Where I managed to get some Balsamic Vinegar, the same size as the one I got from Tesco yesterday at £1.50, or 99p. So I got three bottles at that price. And a pint of milk.
Hobbled over (The feet were stinging) the road and through the Victoria Centre onto Mansfield Road, then along Milton Street and took these photographs of Clumber Street.
Limped up to Trinity Square, passing two bit of Nottingham Street Art en route. The simple artwork of crushed alcohol can be of no interest, far too quotidian. But the liquid graffiti on the wall of the Coral Bookmakers was curious… well, I was inquisitive about what had caused it. It was well set in whatever did it. Haha!
King Street and Queen Street were both bottlenecked as I passed them. I saw on Queen Street, a traffic warden booking some vans that had parked on the bend at the end of the road. I’ve never seen a traffic warden on either of these roads before.
Upper PArliament Street was also jammed up. It soon became apparent why.
On Long Row, there had been a collision between a bus a lorry and a van
This had been caused by the trailer parking on the edge of a bend that the coaches use from the Slab Square, and the bus had pushed the white van into the back of the lorry.
I assume this is why I saw my first traffic warden on Queen Street, which only a hundred yards or so from the incident?
I got to the bus terminus stop, and although late as I expected, I was soon on my way back to Sherwood and the flats.
The bus was busy en route, picking and dropping folk off. You can see in these pictures how the traffic in town did not let up at all.
The bag at my feet was not very full, but it caused a bit of attention when I accidentally dropped my bus pass into it. Hehe!
We were soon back home at the flats, dropped off and making my way up to the apartment to get a wee-wee ASAP.
As I entered through the door, the tapping and knocking from the bloke upstairs was apparent. I am getting a bit fed-up with this.
I got the fodder away and took the medications, then did the Health Checks.
Went into the kitchen to make another brew of Thompson’s Strong Tea, and spotted the three empty bottles awaiting taking down to the recycling bin that I’d forgotten to take when I left this morning.
Tsk!
I got the fresh Morrison’s mackerel pieces I had delivered this morning out of the fridge and spread some of the Italian De Nigris Glaze Fusion Soy with Balsamic Vinegar over the fish. To marinate for use later, Mmm!
I toyed with the idea of having a bit of the Morrison ‘Best’ Lemon Curd Ice-cream as well, but only got as far as looking at it in the freezer… And this phenomenally robust and breathtaking will-power overcame me! Talk about mazel tov myself!
This encouraged the depression to go away. Until the slob upstairs started drilling again. I’m ashamed, and hesitant to say, I shouted out loud and used a naughty word!
I added some soy sauce to the peas in the saucepan.
The weather was so beautiful.
I went out onto the balcony to take this lovely photo of the greenery and my most appreciated and beloved copse on the left in this picture.
Fatigued now, I got the evening medications sorted and got the meal prepared and served up.
The noise from above continued on and off until around 1900hrs.
Had the meal, nice it was, but still hard to eat without pains form the teggies.
Sudden and utter fatigue overcame me, and I got down in the £300 second-hand recliner and nodded of. Occasionally waking and wondering hwat it was that was on th TV, then off again. It was like this for hours. Tsk, Hehe!
0335hrs: Woke up feeling depressed and a right nullifidian, lonely and self-loathing as I laid there in the rickety £300 second-hand recliner for a few minutes of self-cogitation.
I decided that these feelings must have been precipitated by a dream or nightmare. But could not remember having either? Although I had, I am sure, dreamt of Sister Jane in hospital after surgery on her hammer toe, and finding she now had six toes on her foot, all perfect. Brother-in-Law Pete was trying to get compensation and arguing with, and I don’t know why it was with a Traffic Warden, about being compensated?
Wobbled to the Porcelain Throne for a messy session, I think Trotsky Terence might be trying to return. Did the Health Checks and took the medications, then I put the kettle on the boil.
Hung out of the window and face right, to the North and took this photographicalisation. The lower lights came from outside the tenant’s garages. The ones at the distant top would be from Arnold and Bestwood, I think.
Computer turned on, and I took a look at an old list of words I’d compiled some time ago. I sorted through which I thought I might use later. Put them in my MS Word dictionary on my hard drive. But the programme would not allow me to add them to the editing diary. Took me ages to sort out how to get this word dictionary started. After much help-seeking on the web, I got it started. A couple of hours lost there!
Went for a wee-wee, sneezed and the Incisor Suzies started aching like mad! Took another extra pain-killer. It feels to me like the pain is coming from three or four teeth now?
Did some graphics for the diaries and got yesterday’s completed. Made a start on this one, in between having many mugs of tea. A sudden thirst?
Carried out the ablutions and readied me to go out to Arnold to get some more instant potato mixes.
Took the waste bags with me and dropped them down the chute as I departed. Every time I used the lifts, it was the one without the Alien Blob in it that arrived? Hehe!
I started walking down the road with some other tenants, but they left me in their wake.
But when I caught up with them at the bus stop and other joined us, an exceptionally enjoyable bout of mickey-taking, sarcasm and complaining were in the air! Haha!
The lovely lady from the at-risk home arrived and was as usual ignored by the others, and I made a point of having a chinwag with her and sat near her on the bus into Arnold..
The bench was unoccupied. Hehehe!
Got off the bus at the same time as Welsh Bill and nattered a while.
I went into the Wilko store and got one of my favourite air sprays, Air Wick Citrus, that was on offer at half-price.
Then walked along the Front Street to the Saver Shop and got some Neutrodol Cloth Spray, cleaner pads, citrus mouthwash and cleaner pads.
To the Asda (Walmart) store and had a wander around. Got some lemon dessert, surimi fish sticks and bits. Had a bit of a farce at the Serve-Yourself counter. No one to help, but I struggled through it.
Out and up to the bus stop, where, as the bus arrived, Welsh Bill came and joined me. I also realised then that the thing I had gone to purchase, the instant potato mix, I had forgotten to buy! Humph! We had a gossip on the way to Sherwood, but Bill is not easy to lip read and the old hearing aids were playing up again. I’ll be so glad when the new ones are ready, another three weeks or so yet, though.
We alighted the bus and were lucky enough that the number 40 bus arrived in minutes and took us up the hill.
Roy’s wife was on the bus when it arrived, and she was so kind and walked a little slower with me to the flats from the bus stop so I could keep up with her. She really is one of the best natured and lovely ladies in all the complex. And, she is easy to lip read too.
Up in the lift with her and chinwagged all the way.
Into the flat, took an extra painkiller with the medications, had a wee-wee and got on with the fodder preparation. Of which there was little to do. I’d decided to have the Lamb and Rosti ready meal. Not advisable I know, with all the hard bits in it, but the thought of it going to waste prompted me to have it anyway foolishly. The first photo is of it out of the oven and ready to eat – the second is what I had to leave. Tsk! This was just too painful a meal, to try and eat with the teeth so bad! Humph!
Still, the desserts and soft banana were easy, almost painless to eat.
Washed up the things and had a wee-wee, then settled to watch some DVD of the ‘Heartbeat’ series.
I don’t recall much else, I think I must have drifted off quickly, cause I woke up in the same ‘TV watching position’ on the £300 second-hand recliner around 0200hrs, thinking it was much later and got up.
0345hrs: Woke, a dream memory remained, just the one bit of it: Someone who is a partner to someone on Facebook, who I had never seen, of course, was telling me off for something or other about red peppers and how I cook and eat them wrongly? She was not loud, but her words got through to me, and I kept apologising and kissing her hand. Very odd.
Slowly it dawned on me, no Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Hernia Harold or Duodenal Donald hassle at all this morning! Incisor Tooth Suzie and Anne Gyna were the only two of the ailments interested in giving me grief. Haha!
My thoughts were interrupted by a call to the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence had eased, and I read a bit of the Lenigrad book while I waited for the evacuation to start. Some medicationalisationalistic activities required afterwards.
Little Inchy was sore, but not bleeding, unlike Haemorrhoid Harold, who was bleeding. Tended to these problems and cleaned up, then went into the kitchen to make a brew of tea.
Noticed the odd hue in the sky while the kettle was boiling. Took this picture using the night-setting mode on the Lumix camera. Not a very decent one, and… I managed without any effort to bang the back of my head again on the window frame as I got back inside after taking the photo.
Made a nice string drink of tea, using the new dainty Porcelain mug with the beautiful pictures on it.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Gave an almighty sneeze, and Incisor Suzie and Reflux Roger let me know their displeasure at this. Hehe!
Cleaning the sink area, I dropped a plastic bowl, when I went down to retrieve it, Hernia Harold gave me a rather nasty twinge. I think I might have spoken (Written) too soon about the ailments being kind to me. Haha!
Got the computer going, and checked the Emails. Not many today. Then finished off the Wednesday post and sent it off. Then started this one and the graphics for it.
Went onto Facebooking. After a couple of hours, I went to make another mug of tea.
I took this photograph of the same area as the earlier dark one. It was a tad misty and drizzling now. However, I did not bang my head getting back in this time. Haha!.
The Iceland Man cometh. Bringing the extra fodder I’d requested. And what a mess I’d made of this order, too!
I thought I had ordered two 2 ltr bottles of Fanta Orange Juice, but 2 x 500 ltr bottles arrived. Kitchen towels that I figured I had not ordered and certainly did not need came. A frozen cheesy beans and sausage ready meal. I thought this was going to be a fresh Cottage Pie one. And, a bag of chips I could not remember ordering.
Why I bought BBQ mini-ribs after breaking my tooth on the last ones I had, is beyond me!
These memory blips I mentioned last time I saw the doctor, but she was unconcerned and told me “We all do this, and you’re getting on a bit, you know!”
I had to take out some stuff from the freezer to make room for these items, and the fridge is now fully loaded.
Did the ablutions and took the rubbish bags to the chute on the way out. Also with the stuff I’d taken out of the fridge to make room in a separate bag. I dropped the bag off at the cabin with Obergruppenfurheress Julie to use or hand out. Had a natter with some tenants at the bus stop, and caught the bus into Arnold.
At the traffic lights at the bottom of Winchester Hill, I noticed the closed down Kebab shop had lost some more letters from its signing. ‘The Golde L’, sounded to me like it could have been the name of a cattle ranch in Texas or Nebraska. Hehe!
Dropped off the bus on High Street, close to the Asda (Walmart) store. All I was going to Arnold to get was a packet of the fish surimi sticks. But I came out having spent £12. Tsk!
Luckily a arrived at the bus stop in plenty of time because it arrived 4 minutes early.
This would, I assumed, have been due to the driver getting his lunch break at the end of this journey.
The old Police Station across the road, well, it wasn’t old actually, only been there for a few years, last week I noticed the builders or demolition men working on it. Was now all gone and a new building being erected. No signs of what it was going to be, offices or retail most likely. Although any more retail would surprise me. I wondered if Lidl or Aldi might be moving in? But thinking about it, there was not much room for a store of their size.
Back at the compound and up the lift with three gals and we had a laugh or two.
The rain was coming when I got into the flat.
I got the bean meal and added some cheese, tomatoes and yellow peppers on top and got it into the oven cooking.
My years of doing Security Work came to the fore when I looked outside and noticed these two chaps at their vehicles below. Funny that, cause they were probably just getting ready to go home?
“Suspicious Minds”? Hahaha!
I abluted and changed in the nightwear. Put on the rather colourful leisure trews with the pockets in them. My mate and neighbour of many years ago, Jock Kirkpatrick had a pair very similar to these, and I had a sad moment or two thinking of and missing him but enjoyed a few happy memories as well. “Hang on Jock, I’ll be up with you soon mate. Please make some of your tatty-scones for me when I arrive, cocker!” Hehe! The reason for taking this photo was to show how the right foot was not sticking out. Amazing really, how some days it is like this, and others it sticks out at an almost 90° angle?
Got the fodder served up, and mighty grand it looked and smelt, too!
But, it was a disaster! I threw 90% of it away. The tooth was just too painful, couldn’t manage the tomatoes, potatoes or peppers at all. Scooped up the beans and ate the soft banana and lemon desserts, a bit disappointed in this, but all my own fault for even trying to eat such food while the teggies are playing up. I did nibble, no, rather suck some Mini Stilton cheese biscuits. Got them to the back of the mouth and let them melt. I’ll have a job cleaning the gnashers without catching the two incisors in the morning. Hehe!
Did the Health Checks, the weight had gone down! 14.85, Hurrah!
So tired now, I got down to watch a film on the box, fell asleep, and Sister Jane rang me. She is going to have her club-toe, that’s not the word used I think but can’t remember it now. Hope it goes alright for her. I was well weary and drained.
Back to the £300 second-hand recliner and watched some of the film on the box.
Nodded off very quickly, waking a couple of hours later and turned off the set.
Kept waking and fretting over everything and nothing, but nooded off soon, each time.
Didn’t get up until 0425hrs, broken, but decent sleep all the same.
0400hrs: Woke up. I tried to adumbrate some things from the dream I’d been having, but all the memories dissolved into the ether as I tried. Tsk!
Went to make a brew of tea and surprise! Demand for my attendance at the Porcelain Throne arrived (At last!) Off to the wet room. Found there was blood over my chin and jammies from Incisor Suzie-Tooth. Cleaned things up. So busy at the moment, don’t know when I’ll get around to doing the mounting pile of washing.
Did the Health Checks: Sys 144 Dia 74, Pulse88, Temp 35.1 and weight 14.92, not too bad, apart from the weight.
Saw the note come reminder I’d left for myself.
Started the computer, and did a Morrison delivery order for tomorrow. Then began finalising the Monday Chronicle.
It was a little cold this morning, so I went around and closed the windows.
A bit of drizzle coming down outside, and the street and house lights seemed a little dim. But then, I had my reading glasses on. Took the picture and they still looked dark?
Back to the diaries, but I had a feeling, an EQ awareness of impending bother, hassle or whatever. I could not shake it off. Most uncomfortable mentally when this happens. Sure as eggs are eggs, something is going to upset the apple-cart soon.
Finished the Monday post and went to make a mug of tea. I thought I could hear that little howling sound again, and took a look out of the window. No wind about, the rain had stopped and nothing in sight?
This feeling of discomfiture was bothering me. I wish whatever it is that is coming, would do so quickly to get it over with. A horrible sensation that something will not work out right? I hope I am wrong about it all the same.
Emails checked and I went on Facebook.
0935hrs: Ablutions tended to. Readied things and off out to the surgery hobble. Passed May at the bus stop on the way. Little chinwag and gave her a nibble bar. Down Winchester Hill and left up Mansfield road to the top of the hill.
When this naughty Nottingham Cyclist nearly bumped into me as he sped by.
Down the incline and into the Sherrington Park Surgery car park and entered. The receptionist was in a good mood today. Reported to her and filled in a request form for some extra Codeine 60g painkillers.
Took a seat, getting the crossword book out.
The EQ spurred thought of an imminent failure or let-down, still lingering.
Nurse Nichole came to me to summon into her treatment room. It made my day her being on duty. We had a nice chat while she took the blood. Gave her her nibbles as I left, and some to the receptionist team when I left the premises.
Walked down to the bus stop in Carrington and caught a bus back to Sherwood. Dropping off near the Charity Shop, then over the road and called into the Co-op Store. Where I bought some bananas to ripen to eat, just in case after the dentist removes the tooth, things might still be painful to consume and masticate. One large potato, and a TV magazine for next week.
As I limped up to the dentist place, two fire engine tenders belted passed toward the City Centre.
I mounted the too steep steps into the Dentist’s surgery and went to the receptionist and explained everything again as I did yesterday. Signed a form and took a seat, crossword book out again. Ten minutes later a nurse came down for me and led me up the steep stairs to the treatment room.
This female dentist seems a bit more pleasant, and we went through what had happened with the tooth. Things appeared to be going well. I suggested that maybe we could take out the two front teeth together, and have a plate put in. The Pound Signs flashed over her facial features for a moment or two, and said: “No, no! We’ll take the one out and let it settle first, then take the other out and let that settle, then think about having a plate put in. In other words “No, that will mean just one charge if you take two out same as for one. It is imperative that we charge you twice, and then again, for the plate, there is a maximum charge you know… better to get around that by charging less but much more often!” Fair enough!
When she got around to looking at my notes, she asked what my INR level was. I told her 5.0 – this stopped her in her tracks. “I cannot do an extraction if your INR level is not between 2 & 4!
This despite my having had three extractions, four fillings and two crowns done at this Dentist’s when my INR level has been over or under this level over the last two years?
I told her I’d just had a test done half an hour or so ago at the surgery. After a kerfuffle and talk with someone on the phone, she affirmed that she could not do it while the level was too high or low, especially too-high, because she may not be able to stop the bleeding. I asked her if it was alright then, for me to go home with the loose teeth, have something to eat and the tooth come out there, and I bleed to death?
A surprising reply was given: “I’m not bothered, all I am interested in is my not getting into any trouble from the authorities if I do any surgery while your INR level is not right!”
Fair enough gal, I thought.
This must be the EQ feeling of the next Whoopsiedangleplop[ or Accifaupa I had earlier? Humph!
She spoke again on the phone to someone, then told me to go downstairs, and the receptionist will look into the problem.
So I did.
The receptionist was most displeased that I did not know the number for the surgery. But she looked it up and rang them. I couldn’t hear the conversation.
Afterwards, she told me to ring the surgery tomorrow afternoon, to obtain the INR result. Then to contact them (The Dentists) with the figure and they will decide what can or cannot be done about the issue, or better still, call in and see them with the results if they are within 3 to 4.
I departed, downhearted and still in pain with the teggies.
At the bus stop outside the door, where some flat tenants were waiting. I had a little moan about things to them, and they thought it hilarious. Glad to give someone a laugh at least. Hehehe!
Hobbled off the bus and to the apartments, said my farewells to the other gang members, and into the flat.
Wee-wee, a mug of tea, medications, Health Checks, got the potato in the Crock-Pot and got on with updating this diary.
Tired and fed-up.
Nosh readied.
I’d boiled the large potato and mashed it nice and soft with butter and milk, and opened a tin of the hot dog sausage that was soft-to-eat, followed by the fluffy lemon meringue mousse.
Caught the tooth many times and received almost electric shock-like pains for my bother, Hehe!
I changed the time for the Morrisons delivery so there was less chance of it clashing with the time I might be going back to the dentist or phoning the surgery for the INR blood, results.
Got down to enjoy the fodder with Incisor dodging eating (Haha!) and the phone rang. Jenny called me to ask if I was still going to the free meal tomorrow. I tried to explain about the INR blood level and Dentist confusion best I could. But it was late, and I was feeling so confused and tired of all the hassle going on. Hope she understood what I said.
Did the checks and medication taking.
Watched a bit of TV, and then Duodenal Donald started playing up badly. Dare not take any extra painkillers. I did take an Omeprazole capsule, but stocks are low on them and the Codeines.
I pondered on the fact that the place needs cleaning up badly, very untidy. Fell asleep!
