Saturday 15th April 2017
Esperanto: Sabato 15a Aprilo 2017
Woke around 0400hrs: So annoyed no notes or memories of the dreams I was sure I’d been having. Why one morning I can recall, or find notes I’d made about the dreams, and others, like today, nothing? Humph!
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, stomach churning and into the kitchen with the intention of getting some tummy medicine down me… of dear, another Whoopsiedangleplop – I’d left the damned hot water tap running all night again! A flipping good job I’d not left the plug in the sink at least! Humph!
Did the Health Checks, all looking good, apart from the weight back up again.
To the porcelain throne for a painful, heavy duty session. Haemorrhoid Harold had not been bleeding though, Little Inchy only a tad, but still sore.
Made a cuppa and took the medications, computer on and finished yesterday’s Chronicle off, then started this one.
Got the fodder started for later, potatoes on the boil.
Did some WordPress reading, and commenting?
Made another mug of tea and went on Facebook. After a while, the site went down again, no connection. Humph!
I just sneezed and me teeth nearly came out, and there are not false ones – blimey, my tummy felt like it was trying escape up through me throat!
The view was beautiful again this morning.
Made another mug of tea and set about doing some TFZer graphics, and got a few finished too. Heads swanks with pride!
Facebook still down.
Went to check the potatoes I’d put in salted water in the saucepan on the cooker three hours ago, but not turned it on! Clonk-humph!
Got the vegetables chopped, un-podded, cut and on the boil in the slow-cooker.
Turned on the potatoes (Belatedly, Tsk!)
Crock-pot contents, garden peas, turnip, leeks, carrots with a bit of demerara sugar added. Put some distilled vinegar in the potatoes.
Opened a tin of beef slices and added some homemade caramelised gravy and left them in the small saucepan to marinate while the slow-cooker did the other stuff.
At this stage, and this happened to me few times over the last few years, but this time it more aggressive: I passed the wind and sneezed at the same time. I had the chopping board in my hand at the time, it fell, bounced up and hit me in the shin, and I may have used some naughty words out loud. This started off Arthur Itis of course, and his Co-attacker Anne Gyna soon joined in, and they stayed with me. Huh!
Made another mug of tea (I’m hoping to get one drank sometime today!)
Tried Facebook again, no go!
Back onto Coreldraw and started another graphic. Got so far and realised I’d not done my ablutions, so I did.
All fresh now, I called Olive to see if or when I cold visit her. 1400hrs granted.
Back onto the computer, Facebook was jumpy but back on.
Posted the graphics to the TFZer site.
Getting readied to call on Olive, and the hand and fingers warped as I was putting the camera away, managed to take this photo of disfigured agony-ridden left hand using the right one.
Handy old thing ain’t I? Hehe!
Poddled to Olive’s flat and had an absolutely fantastic visitation.
She told me off repeatedly, but in her own Special caring way, bless her. Good long chinwag, a cuddle and I was off back to the mini-home.
Got the dinner ready, all looked okay.
The best one for a long time this was. Had to give it a 9.65/10 rating. Hehe!
Had a dizzy while washing the pots and a headache developed and stayed with me all night and into the morning??
Not a wink of sleep, no nod-offs; the brain just would not allow me to rest until gone 0200hrs when dreams kept waking me then! Recalled in one of them I was a famulus to dressed-like-wizard Rudolph Hess in a cave underground with him teaching me a trick, that I could not grasp involving a selection of different magic wands, I think? (From notes consulted in the early hours)
TTFN all.
had a plenty of time before the tutoring session.
Up the escalator and took this photo of the hanging in the air mannequins.
in myself. I wandered into a Sports Direct Shop, didn’t realise until I got in that it was for the younger generation, however, I did see they had some what they called, Everlast Crew Sweat thingamabobs on sale at 2 for £10.
Fifteen minutes to go until the bus was due, I went into The Works bookshop and had a look around for some bigger print crossword books.
Up Queen Street and to the bus stop. A bit of a kerfuffle here today. The bus stop is shared between three routes, and it is finely tuned to handle them all, so if anyone is late, they are all late because those behind cannot pull up to pick passengers and have to go around the block again. Although some drivers go passed them, not picking them up. Hehe! The L9 did today though he was well late by the time he pulled off. I am amazed at how they cope with it all.
rearranged lesson on it… eventually. I thought it was in the bag, but no.
Carried on Chronicalisationing, then got the meal prepared.
Realised also, that I’d left the kitchen window open – that explained why it felt a bit nippy earlier. Huh!
Might be due to the hassle I’ve been having so far?Still, the weight had gone down a bit.
Put the kettle on. And had a feeling-sorry-for-myself moment as I viewed the scenery outside.
And see how he is, and get this WordPressing finished and did some graphics and Facebooking. No buses anyway on a Sunday.
wd it was awful.
Hobbled off down Chestnut Walk to deposit the jars in the bottle bank bin.
Tsk!
Had a chinwag to a lady and gentleman who were sat on the rest bench at the end.
Said my farewells and turned at the end and back down the other side, where I managed to get another photograph of the pond, this time with the feeder one in the shot.
Anne Gyna was getting more irritable with me the longer I plodded on, so decided to have a nip (Or hobble, might be a better word here, Haha!) around the edge planting and then cut through back towards the apartments.
I went down to get a closer look at this bit of growth because I thought I’d spotted a little squirrel in it.
when the squirrel did appear once again and was too slow to catch it as it ran off. Still, I got a good one of the greenery?
r mug of tea, I notice a young couple far down below, shoes off and having a mini picnic and getting the sun. Don’t blame them.
Enjoyed the fodder. Rated it at 9.2/10
un was shining, and the wind a blowing as I departed on my hobble to and down Winchester Street Hill and to the bank to see Lisa, the new manager.
Back at the flats, I was nearly blown off my feet by the wind.
Updated the diary for Monday next on my Google page.
Took the evening medications, finished on Facebooking and got the fodder prepared.
I think the retention increased during the night too, ’cause the new jammie bottoms felt awfully tight around the top of the legs this morning, in comparison to last night?
Then some I made into sepia after graphicalising them, of the TFZer gals celebrating Easter of old.
A mixture of overcast and sunny up to now today since it’s got light.
I was soon stopped in my hobbling tracks as I found three baby squirrels playing on the grass near the trees about ten foot or so in front of me.
One of Sherwood’s Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he rode off the pavement over the pedestrian crossing, the opposite way up a junction road (Photographe left) and onto the pavement opposite.
Through the entrance and approached the short Muggers Passage as it is known locally.
Out the bottom entrance and walked up into the City Centre.
At this window, I looked back (The right one) where I’d just walked, and there are eighteen eateries in this view some of them enormous. Not many customers about I thought? The left second picture taken to the right is of the three new dineries, each with two floors of customer settings! And only four or five people nearby, and they are all outside of the mega-restaurants?
At the end of this Foreman Street on the right corner, is an entertainment thingy, Cinemas, games rooms, shops, restaurants, Casino, etc. (Not my photo, took this one off of the web)
Walked down into the slab square.
The computer utilised and updated this diary to here.
0550hrs: Back down to collect the washing, taking the camera with me.
Out and over the road to the glass recycling bins and deposited the jars, then left along Chestnut Walk and right down Winchester Street Hill.
mber for her. She agreed with me that things with the ID were in a mess. Then informed me that my Doctor Vindla was not in today but should be tomorrow, and she will let her have the request if she agrees she’ll let me know via email, and I should be able to call on Thursday or Friday to collect it.
Caught the bus back into Sherwood and called at the Continental Food Shop and got some bread and Krakowski meat.
On leaving the store on Mansfield Road, I observed two pigeons totally ignoring what looked like the remains of a Kebab in the roadside gutter.
healing cream to use for the red swelling. I was in and out in fifteen minutes, five more and I was on the 40 bus, another ten minutes and I was dropping off on Winchester Street Hill. Never been known to be so quick and sorted so soon.
Got the meal on the go.
Titivated myself and creamed the areas requiring it. Into the kitchen and made a cuppa and took the medications with a nice strong cup of tea.
Linda Novak mentioned her local area statistics on a Facebook comment and her post and this got me searching for mine.
I hope she likes it.
Made a brew and took the afternoon medications.
The clouds were getting much lighter now.
Did some more graphicalisationing.
Took a final photographicalisation of the sky.
the oven.
In my panic to do this, as I stood up I trod on the headphones. The torch and TV remote thingy fell onto the floor, and I stubbed my big toe against the Ottoman footstool, and then again, against the wet-room door as I scrambled in, then hit my already bruised elbow from yesterday’s Accifauxpa on the cabinet as I sat down!
I’d planned to do the laundry this morning, but it was too late to get a machine by now. So I got the computer on and found an email from Sister Jane. She informed me that Arthur had been put to sleep.
Never felt like this before!
Got into town and walked straight to the Jessop Camera store on Clumber Street.
I tried to remember the tips kindly given me by Timothy Price, an expert on these things. Being reduced on special offer might have tainted my choice, but the main thing was, the bloke said this one had the highest zoom at X60. I think he said it was a ‘Bridge Camera’, not aware of what this means; I’ll try to remember to look it up later.
To Upper Parliament Street and over the walkway into the place. Got some nuts and a pair of trousers cause they were 27″ leg, and I don’t often see them this size, just my barrow too!
Had a hobble around with the now cumbersome and full bags hindering my progress. I know, it’s my fault! Huh!
Got the food away, new apparel and put the new camera away ready for later, when I hope to have the time and concentration to work out how to set it up, and it works.
Put it back onto charge, took the photo.
Cooked meat, cheeses, beetroot, mushrooms and chips. Not cooked enough, but there you go… further proof I’m not a cook or chef. Hehe!
I got the fodder going and ended up with a super successful meal, but could not enjoy it.
When I went to the porcelain room, I was sure I could hear a rumbling noise. No bleeding again, that was nice.When I came out the reason for the noise became apparent, it was thunder.
dream.
To the apartment and got the medication pots for the week done and sorted.
I popped out of the front doors to take a photo of the view across the road, hoping it might come out as a ‘Moody’ type one.
Timed it well for once, the Finish sign flashed up as I got in the room. Took a photo for no particular reason, and noticed how oddly shaded it came out? Very nice, but unplanned?
I could hear the wind getting up outside (Mind you, the wind was starting inside. Hehe!).
I then went into the kitchen to take a picture while hanging out of the window, of the view below. Catching my head against the frame and knocking the hearing aid at the same time. The tubing came out and I tried to catch it – fumbling and trying not to drop the camera, I dropped the tubing…
Down Winchester Street hill first and to the continental shop for a loaf of their delicious bread – but they had some of the belly pork with herbs and peppers on display, and I weakened. Shame number One!
I would never have been tempted or interested in buying such unhealthy foodstuffs normally. It’s just that I thought Olive would like one.
Up to the top of the path to turn tight down the gravel path passing the 
Up into the flat, and I got the giant potato into the oven and took a piccy of the other stuff for you slaver over. Hehe! The belly pork looked and smelt so irresistibly tempting. I’ll have it for nosh tonight with some cheesy mashed then baked potatoes.
caps. I must remember to keep turning them over.
Oh, nearly forgot I took this one in Sherwood near the top of the hill.
Back to the flat and got the giant potato out of the oven and halved it ready to scrape out the flesh into the bowl and mix it with cheese…
The weather turned a bit nasty, high winds and rain.
Served up the meal. Pleased with how the potatoes had browned off, the thin chipolatas were tasty, as was the beetroot, pickled mushrooms, siverskin onions, and best of all the garden peas – I put some demerara sugar in the saucepan with them when I warmed them up.