Tuesday 13th November 2018
Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 13 Tachwedd 2018
2245hrs: I woke with the mind full of a confused, farraginous mixture of unrelated things, thoughts, and fears. As these annoying worries permeated the brain, somehow or other the jumble cleared.
So, to be sure of this, I disentangled my worryingly ischemia looking torso with its humungous belly attached, from the £300 second-hand recliner. I made a toe-stubbing and Dizzy Spell free hobble to the kitchen and inspected the dosage pots.
The wet room revealed so many of the little, minuscule baby-weevils, it was impossible to count them all. Grumph! They were spread thinly over most of the floor, with a few that had somehow got up to the sink and had fallen in, or gone for a swim… Hehehe!, in the caustic soda water where the medical cloths were soaking. I finished off one of the Sanmex Bug Killer Sprays.
I had about ten or so near the right holes in the newly installed ledge, this time I found just the one live one. I’ve Christened this Weevil, Usain Bolt, because of the speed with which he shot away! I’ll get him one day. Haha! The kitchen Weevil-
By the time I’d finished countering the resurgent Weevil attack, and coughing a lot, I’d used up two what were full cans of spray. On Sanmex and one Rentokil!
I guess anyone could tell which was my recycling bag? Hehe!
Wiped the overspray areas that I knew of, then I washed the hands and got on with the belated Health Checks.
A bit concerning to me, the Sys and Dia on the way back up again. I’ll mention this to the nurse later at the INR Warfarin blood test.
I got on with completing yesterdays diary. This took me ages, as my falling asleep so soon on Monday prevented me doing any work on it then. All done, I posted it off to WordPress and then went on their Reader section. Some good stuff on there this visit.
I went on Facebooking to add to my picture albums. Visited the TFZer site. Hours later I finished on TFZing.
Off for a short-sharp-wee-wee.
Ablutions were tended to, and the medicationalisationings were also done.
I took the black bags to the waste chute.
To the end of the road and a right down Winchester Street hill.
Passing the Mystery Boots, still in the bin?
A few hundred yards up Mansfield Road, yet another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist did the same thing, only this one from the front. I turned to snap a photograph, but he’d disappeared?
The traffic was starting building for the rush hour jams, as usual. The sun was breaking through more often as well, but there was no heat in it much.
Anyway, I got in and to the reception desk, and booked in with the lovely lady, in plenty of time 0835hrs. Got the crossword book out, and very glad I had it with me. It was about 0920hrs by the time I was summoned for my blood test.
AS I got on Mansfield Road, I decided to call as Lidl, to see if they had any of the cooked chestnuts in stock again. They hadn’t of course. I still came out with fodder though. Crispy fried onions, Airwick air freshener, Almond Macaroons for the nibble box and some Cox’s apples, minus £6.25, Hehe! Humph! This annoyed me, and I decided to cheer myself up, by catching the bus to Bulwell to search for some chestnuts, and feed and gossip with the Mallards.
I left disappointed and walked into Bulwell from the opposite end to what I would normally.
I called in the Fulton Food stores and got some pork with stuffing slices.
I called into the Poundland shop and foolishly decided to stock up and get some food for the ducks. Coming out with more Sanmex Bug Killer sprays and suet pellets. £9 worse off now. Tsk!
The pleasurable bit of the day next, I went over the road to the river Leen, and had a great time talking to the Mallards Much to the amusement of people watching, and fed them and the pigeons. Both lots of birds being harassed by the seagulls occasionally.
Took this interesting picture, at least I thought it might be for anyone not familiar with Bulwell. IT is the new station bridge, with Saint Mary the Virgin & All Souls Church in the background.
The tram arrived in minutes. I did not enjoy the scramble to get a seat, amidst the rush. But I got one.
This pear is the only one I could take clandestinely enough so as not to upset the seat standing on and swearing threateningly other passengers.
I got off in town and thought I’d try one more time to get some cooked chestnuts and pork knuckle, from the Tesco Metro this time in Victoria Centre. I got there with hopes high again. Only for them to be shattered again. They had none of either! I must try to get to Asda and try them soon. I came out with potato cakes, bread thins for the freezer and pork slices.
Took this snap of Clumber Street East, with a few early Christmas shoppers, pickpockets, muggers, alcoholics and druggies, no doubt. Plainly, there were no police officers seen again.
Then I decided to try the City Poundland store,
I made my way to the Queen Street bus stop, where I spotted this jogger using the middle of the road?
Etiquette, good manners, empathy, acceptable behaviour, decency, courtesy, politeness, civility, conformity, politesse, morality, ethics, and couthness, have all but died a death now, sadly!
I blame Brexit you know. Hehehe!
Caught the bus and the second spell of contentment and joy began at the next bus stop; Penny and Margaret with her hubby got on the bus. I fear the conversations were a little one-sided. Most of the time I kept asking Penny, sat behind me, what it was that Margaret had said! The hearing aid batteries were dying. Humph! But from what Penny told me, and bits I picked-up, I think it was a humorous and fun chinwagging session.
Back at the flats, we parted, and Jenny and I limped back to Woodthorpe Court, having a little natter which I enjoyed with Jenny.
Into the flat and I took a long-sharp-wee-wee this time. Hehehe!
Then got some mushrooms in the saucepan with balsamic vinegar and herbs in the water and on the simmer.
The updating of this post was draining, but I enjoyed doing it. I stopped and made a blog up of the Mallard visit, a pictorial one.
Late now, but I wanted to update this blog before settling for a meal. Although it will mean my waking so much later. By the time I got the update done, it was two hours beyond my usual falling asleep time.
The meal, I served in one of the divided plastic plates. Or I should say, to be correct; The terrible meal, I served in one of the divided plastic plates.
A flavour rating of 4.3/10 awarded. I suspect this might have been due to my overtiredness, feeling fatigued and unaccountable irritability with myself.
I threw away most of the nosh. Got the pots washed. Had a short-sharp-wee-wee and got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some TV.
I was soon asleep.