Thursday 3rd November 2016
In Swahili: Alhamisi Novemba 3, 2016
Up at 0300hrs, fumbled my way out of the unsteady £300 second-hand recliner and completed a WRHD session. No blood this morning, a good start.
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rked on some Graphics for the TFZer folks, and managed to do a Spot the Difference Competition, but oh dear. What an idiot. I’d written the differences down on a bit of paper when I made each one so I could count them up afterwards… Went to make a cuppa and take me medications, and threw the paper in the bin, realised the container needed emptying, so swapped the black bag for a new one and took the used one to the chute and threw it down. Along with the list of differences! Plonker! Still, I posted it off.
After all the effort to get it right, I had to.J
I found nine difference up to now, but no worry about letting folk know this, cause I’m sure there were more than that? I think. Perhaps. Maybe?
Several mugs of tea, WRWWs as I got on with updating the diaries.
Looked on Amazon and found they were selling cordless landline phones, with call blocker on them. So I ordered one, should be delivered tomorrow!
Got the ablutions done and set off for the Tenants Social hour, calling on Olive to ask her if it was alright for me to use her address in case I’m not in, although I’m staying in until the telephone comes. She was very busy getting ready for a family visit and agreed it would be alright.
There were not many residents at the social hour today.
So many regulars were missing.
Mainly I heard, due to their being poorly.
Sore throats, coughs, colds, influenza, the trots and so many on holiday or 
visiting relatives.
But that was fun to greet and talk to those who had just got back after illnesses.
Only three of the usual gang at our table. Bill, BJ and me.
But we all seemed to enjoy the meeting.
BJ arrived a little late and got his raffle tickets. Then proceeded to win four prizes, Bill won 2, and Eddie won 3, even I won a tin of peaches which I gave to Bill cause I don’t like them and know he does. Beats the lottery! Hehe!
Warden Dean shot through with a smile and a laugh.
We parted, and I went up to the flat and got the bits ready for my trip to town to see PC World and find out how they are going with rescuing the data from the old laptop. Been a fortnight now, I’ve paid my £90 quid and heard nothing from them.
WRWW, checked the taps, cooker, etc. and down to the bus stop.
Nice chinwag with some residents as they also waited for the bus.
Got the L9 into town, and nipped into the Pound Shop to see if they had any Lip Salve this time. I was in luck, I think
They had some minuscule tubes of Virasorb Sore Cream, one left on the shelf. The tube contained 2g of the stuff. Two gramme, I ask yer! That ain’t gonna last long, is it? Also got some Wagon Wheels, cause when I took the nibbles round art the Social, one of the gals asked if I had any. Marmite cheese bites, washing-up liquid, wholemeal rolls, and Wasabi nuts made their way into my bag.
Next, I made my way to the PC World store and explained my queries to a 6’4″ totally uninterested ankle-snapper almost ready to start shaving, and he ‘Uged’ grunted and pointed to the back of the store towards the KnowHow Computer counter.
I made a point of overdoing the “Thank you for your time and effort”, and the lad didn’t seem to understand or recognise my sarcasm at all. To the KnowHow counter, and bravely approached the assistant, who eventually came back down to this planet and saw me there after a few minutes. He nonchalantly strolled over to me, and obviously being economical with words as well as the ankle-snapper, shook his head upwards and forced out of his lips: ‘Cun I ‘elp yers Sir?’ I gave him my details, he looked them up and informed me that they had not done anything with the laptop yet, as they do not have the access code. And, I have to buy a 32mb memory stick for them to put any files they can rescue on. You’d have thought the bloke that collected it when he came to set-up the new computer and printer a fortnight ago [and failed to get it right] might have thought of this at the time?
He added they had tried to phone me on both contact numbers. I explained that since I had been hacked, I now pay Virgin to block all landline calls with their number withheld. (Which PC Worlds are) Checked the mobile and there were no missed calls on it!
I supplied the genius with a password to get into the laptop and an email address. Bought a memory stick and gave it to him.B
I left feeling confused, bitter, and wishing I could now blow-up PC World, Virgin Media, British Gas and Pavement Cyclists. The Pavement Cyclist were a late addition to my Bucket List, as one only just missed hitting me on the pavement as I left the beautiful, caring, accommodating, considerate staff of the PC World store.
Shook such terrible thoughts from my mind and pressed on over the road and into the Victoria Centre Shopping Centre (Mall).
Good job Arthur Itis was kind to me, as I battled my way through the throng of folks and shoplifters and on into Tesco. Where the reserve bag I carry the regular one in, came into action.
Having a real slow perusal of the shelves, I came across some PEas-Rice Stick snacks in big packs, on offer £1 off if you buy two packs. I could not obstrigillate the desire to try them, and bought four! Along with two of their small Sourdough sliced bread loaves, Marmite cheese cubes, a TV paper, two different Pasta Sauce jars; one of them at half-price, and I even found some Vaseline Lip Salve!
Made my way to the bus stop outside the Boots store, and had a chinwag with a lady waiting. She lives in Bestwood, and her daughter is visiting her for two days, she had a lovely smile and had a crossword book in her bag. Just thought I’d mention it, like.
Back at the flats I soon had a WRWW, medications taken and found a letter from a resident, Jenny who is a former Warden of the apartments, who can’t let it go, you know; The urge to be in charge. She certainly is with her partner, poor old Frank, H
ehe!
She explains in the letter that Kath and Ian, who run the Tenants Social Hour are leaving (Poorly health and long travelling), and wants to know if we want to donate to a leaving gift.
She or Frank must have the money by Thursday 1st December.
Here is Jenny from a few months ago in the Reception Foyer of Woodthorpe Court.
She was collecting money, from 93-year-old Polish Eddie for something or other; I forget now.
I think she is a bit intimidating to some of the residents and has gained the ability to remove any and all humour from her psyche. But I like her. Honestly, I’m not being pseudonymous at all. Alright, she scares the hell out me!
To tired to do any diary writing until tomorrow now. Got on with the 
meal. Oven chips, beetroot, tomatoes, pork pie centre, Polish ham, Yorkshire puddings & Cheesy cobs.
Calamitously, when adding the Yorkshire puddings in with the chips as they were nearly cooked, I caught me knuckles of the oven as I did so.
I think I said something like “Oh, fancy that” at the time. Haha!
A dab or two of the Germolene antiseptic cream eased the burning 
twinges.
Although, I could easily have had another Whoopsiedangleplop when I nearly applied the Daktacort cream by mistake for the Germolene. Phew!
I enjoyed and savoured this meal, the Yorkshires were the highlight, and there were no failures tonight. Which made a nice change.
When in the medication drawers, I remembered to let Brother in Law Pete have some pain-gel, I’d put two tubes away to give him and forgot to take them last time I visited. Fancy that, me forgetting something, I’m amazed!
No sooner had I got down in the £300 second-hand recliner, I’d nodded away into the land of kip!
0312hrs: Down to move washing to the dryer. Checked filter, all clean. Photo took from outside the foyer door. When I got back up and downloaded the photograph, looking close up, to the left of the car on the far right, I thought there was a cat dog or something sat looking at me?
0420hrs: Got the clean and dried clobber out of the dryer.
favourite woolly cap in with the main wash.
Went over to the Argos store to look at the landline phones that show incoming numbers, but couldn’t fathom what did and what didn’t. Walked into Victoria Mall and went in the old Jessop Store and looked at theirs on display on the third floor. It was horrendously busy and I could not get anyone to assist me, so up to the necks in it, they were, poor souls. There were two models that had stickers on them saying they could bar calls. I’ll have to go back when they are not so busy.
As I passed the Council House on the way to the bus terminus, a plane going up into the sky looked like it was a searchlight or something shooting out from the dome. and caught the L9 back to the flats.
Put the things away, placing some Pea & Rice snack packets in the small Ottoman at the side of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner for later.
Got the food cooking. Managed to let the Gnoochi boil over and had to clean the stove and floor again.
0240hrs, Down and moved the things into the dryer, wiped the machines. Up and did some work on the computer. Started work on the diaries and graphicationalisationing.
Made a mug of tea and took the morning medications. At this stage, 045hrs, the first Whoppsiedangleplop of the day occurred. I dropped the pot of tablets, bent down to retrieve it and knocked the bottle of antacid off the kitchen counter and what a horrible mess it made as the bottle broke and the medicine looked like gunge and stuck like gunge to the kitchen floor! Picking out the brown glass bits was easy compared to cleaning up the liquid that had clung to the floor like a moveable glue!
Tried using paper towels but that wasn’t very successful, so I got the mop and bucket out – eventually the floor was presentable it – but it took as long again to get the mop and bucket cleaned, and it took two rolls of Blitz kitchen towels, flash liquid, bleach, washing up liquid and a lot of swearing to clean the sink that I cleaned the mop and bucket in!
Good job I’d just collected this month’s two bottles yesterday. So I started the last one off.
Made my way straight to the bank and they couldn’t find Duncan’s number on my mobile. I needed to call him cause he knew where I’d concealed the number, Humpf!
Nipped down to Broad Marsh, to take a photograph of a particular area to put on a Nottingham site, along with one from the 1950’s.
Back up to the Slab Square, where they SSE electric company workmen were busy setting up the Christmas decorations, on and around the Council House.
Where I was in luck today.
Walked back through the Victoria Mall (Centre) and noticed this Pizza place, The Stonebaked Pizza Company. Four staff and no customers.
I took a picture from the bus stop, facing where the bus would arrive from. Can you see some of Fothergill Watson designed building on the left-hand side?
At the flats stop, I found Mary, having a rest on the bench there, before she carried on into the flats. I stayed with her, and we had a gossip.
Got the meal prepared. Put the sauce, and mini sausages in a saucepan were slowly warming.
Stooped, er, no, stopped for a break and made another strong mug of tea.(Flipping tiny keyboard, I’m forever having to correct mistakes).
Set off on what turned out to be a very little one-way hobble to the surgery and around Carrington. Caught two buses back.
The signs of the season were all over the streets and roads en route.
Out and into the chemist to collect the month’s prescriptions – which weighed more than the other bag!
To the flat and a much needed WRWW.
Went to make another cuppa, the last one got cold. 
it might be the hacker again. Then remembered I was paying for withheld numbers to be barred from getting through? So I tried 1471 and was told that 02034574172 was the number ringing. Then, I put this into Google and found many complaints about this number. Hundreds of comments about the caller wanting to ask just three questions. People discovered that they were charged for the call. So be aware my friend, please.
Then I tried to find out if I could buy a caller display landline phone, but many pages gave differing answers.
Fodder. I got the meal ready.
she’s out all day with the family. Gave her a peck said my farewells and limped back to the flat, just a touch depressed.
brew. While doing so, I thought I’d take a shot from the kitchen window. I put the selector on a different option for scenery and took this photograph.
Eventually, I got it done, though.
creating a message for her.
Duncan was wearing his Robertson Tartan kilt, and I was so happy to see him approaching the foyer door, I nearly burst out with loud ‘Yahoo!’ 
advice I found on the Helpline page of CorelDraw, and this did not solve the problem (Obviously). We tried it again, lengthy procedure, we had to find the CorelDraw suite in Control Panel, click to Remove or Adjust, then after a few selections to choose from, including options for ‘Repair or Modify’ I chose Repair, we ran it. But it made no changes.
drained to bother with anything fancy that needed proper cooking.
All done by 0730hrs. I enjoyed the little amble, nobody else about at all. Plenty of lights on at many flat windows mind.
Seven and a half hours later, I’d managed to do eleven graphics for the TFZers site.
Opened Facebook and posted each one to the TFZers gallery. Then did some regular Facebooking.
Sorted the medication pots out for the week. Took tonight’s dose.
Finally, it was ready.
Got the Crock-Pot going with the vegetables. Onions, parsnips, carrots, garden peas and tomatoes. I hope to get some mushrooms later to add to this mix.
Took a photograph of one of the many construction surveyors on the site, this chap was between the bus stop and the Community Shed.
I had intended to go to Arnold and Asda-Walmart to get the photographs printed from yesterday’s Social Hour – But, being as I got on the wrong bus again, I carried on into town. Nitwit!
No one to talk to on the bus.
A couple of hours later I called to see Olive. Now let’s be luculent about this, Olive may tell me off occasionally, but only when I deserve it.She told me off!
Got the fishcakes in the oven, beetroot, fish sticks and beetroot on the plate ready.
Popped to see Olive, but no answer.
The raffle turned out like it usually does. I donated three prizes, a box of chocolates, a large Oreo pack and an Antiperspirant spray.
I made my way to the bus stop.
Where the continental market was again open, so many stalls and busy for once.
As I got to the Tram Stop, ambulances fire engines and police cars arrived and seemed to be driving all over the place?
On the walk to the tram station, I noticed this sign on the left, outside a pet superstore.
I got the crossword book out and spent the journey going through the puzzles I’d not finished and managed rather surprisingly, to get two of them completed.
As I walked towards the L9 bus stop, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was a gnat’s breath away from hitting me! Swine!
As I walked around a bit to kill some time before the bus was due, I observed the buses manoeuvring around Queen and King Street.
Back in the flat, medications were taken then slippers on, WRWW, and got the dinner cooking. A lamb chop, last of the seasoned hot-pot vegetables, potato farls, small potatoes, Yorkshire puddings with extra gravy, a banana and a cream cake. (Ther one that jumped into my basket at the shop and was reduced from 99p to 59p) Oh, and some sourdough bread slices.
The regular Hygiene ladies arrived and set about pretending to clean up. (Only joking here of course)
Got to the Asda-Walmart in Arnold, Photographic counter, and got on the machine to sort the piccies out.
To the bus stop and caught the L9. Had a chinwag with a lady on the way.
A man went into a bar and approached a woman saying to her:
The dinner had overcooked a bit with my forgetting all about it when I got excited with Andy messengering me. I remain a clot of the highest order!
As I took the things to be washed up, the sky looked beautiful. More colourful than of late.
Down again to move the clothes into the dryer.
In town, I made my way to Tesco.
Paid the ankle-snapper on the till, and made my way put and through some more crowds of Homo-Sapiens.
As the sun shone towards me, I took a photograph that I thought might be a moody one.
AS I turned at the top into the Square proper like, this chappie was puffing on one of the new electronic cigarettes, they don’t half give out some vapour, don’t they?
Blooming fantastic for them I reckon. They even have electronic cigars and pipes too! I assume that the black box one is one that is charging up? They seem to have been taken too in Nottingham, and why not if they taste alright. The flavours are amazing in choice. Here’s just some of them on sale:
As I approached the bus stop on Queen Street, I got another shot in that might be considered a moody one?
Got the oven going then did a bit more Facebooking while it warmed up,