Friday 20th July 2018
Samoan: Aso Faraile 20 Iulai 2018
0435hrs: Woke up in yet again a different mode and mood. Anxious stressed and not sure why. Recalled I have the Opticians visit, the Chemist for the prescriptions, and a feeling there was something else, but uncertain what it is. Nothing new there!
The ailments seemed in a good mood though, and that helped me partially attain such an outlook.
I was soon out of the £300 second-hand recliner and doing the Health Checks.
I made a small mug of the PG Assam tea. A decent brew when made in a tiny cup, the bags are not strong enough to produce any strong malty flavour in an adequately sized mug. But this one was tasty enough.
The sphygmomanometer worked the first time.
The readings looked okay.
The innards summoned me to attend the Porcelain Throne. Surprising that, as I’d already had that ‘extra’ session of mammoth proportions last night? No bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids whatsoever, they were just a touch sore, though.
Cleaning up afterwards, I spied a few of the iron-clad uncrushable biting mini-beetles running about on the floor and sink.
: One of them was not the usual jet-black like the others. It was a tiny bit bigger, more aggressive, with a redder colouration (probably through my blood the beetle has been dining on? Hehe!) I got the camera and returned, by then all the other black ones had disappeared from sight. But this more significant, slightly unconventional looking one was still there. I got a piece of toilet roll and tried to squash the little thing. The result was, it bit me, I nipped him between my fingers, and dropped him into the sink, and seemingly unharmed, he ran away so fast, trying to get to catch him I knocked my knuckles on the tap (faucet). A tough, nasty one this varmint! I hope he hasn’t got any illegal immigrant family members with him.
I had a quick rinse and spotted that Belinda’s Blotches were now diminishing faster than my memory. Haha!
I got the computer on and started this diary going.
I shall not mention the Wee-wees again, they are so frequent; take it that one every half-hour or so took place. Tsk! Hehe!
Sister Jane emailed me a picture of one of her Hedgehogs in her garden last night, which she caught on her CCTV cameras.
She also pointed out error (She’s very good at this, Hehe!) in telling me she has not yet had the operation for her wandering misaligned toe, with an up to date picture of her tootsies.
Went to finish the Thursday diary.
Started doing the Facebooking, when the Willmott-Dixon lads are getting nearer to my floor with the drilling and banging. Glad I’ve got to go out now.
: Must rush and get the ablutions done, just noticed the time, Oh dearie me!
The ablutions were done in a rush.
: Plenty of the dang iron-clad biting beetles in the wet room, in the sink, bowl and floor. Got a few of them and after putting them in a cup of bleach, then crushing them, some of them actually died, a couple ran off! Wholy moly!
Got the glasses out with the phone and camera to take with me, got the hearing aid in the ear-holes and set off out.
Very busy on Chestnut Walk, machinery and plant all over the place. Having to take care, no pavement to walk on one side, and not much room on the left.
I got to the bus stop as the bus arrived. Plenty of us old uns got on. Had a bit of a chinwag with Roy on the short trip into Sherwood. Alighted the bus and walked over the crossing and to the Optician’s place.
As I approached the pelican lights, a party from the Child Care place looked well organised. The children were behaving themselves, waking in twos hand in hand. Just to think, in a few years they will be shoplifting, drug-taking, swearing, smoking and most likely broke when Brexit takes a grip!
Got to the optometrist’s shop and went in and introduced myself. Signed a form or two, and sat down, getting the crossword book out.
A lady technician appeared and took my spectacles to measure them, and returned them. Then the ophthalmologist called me in and set about giving the eyes a proper examination. There is nothing he can do to help the left eye, as it has cataracts developing, but he can adjust the lenses in the right eye that might help. I said: “Oh, I see! Well, not very well, though. Hahaha!” He had to smile although I could see he didn’t want to.
Thorough test, then I went to see the technician lady. Who sorted out an explained the options for me, spectacle-wise. I opted for two different pairs so I could not get confused between the varifocals and the reading glasses.
Total cost to be, well, the quotation was for £272.00 to pay. Not overly shocking. Lovely staff in the business, who would not stand a chance-in-hell of working for Lidl. No sneers, insults, innuendos, dirty-looks or superior tut-tutting and putting the customer down at all. And; they did not ask for payment straight away!
As I thanked them and left the store, I walked a few hundred yards up the hill to the bus stop. I couldn’t have timed it better. The second I got to the shelter an L9 bus arrived. Luck! Did you notice that? I had some Luck! Yee-Haa!
A few bus-stops further on, and I was back on Chestnut Walk.
Mayem all over the place. The Willmot-Dixon 
lads were hectically managing delivery and workings of plant and materials, guiding lorries and tractors in and out of the various small gates on the site.
Holes and trenches covered with massive steel sheets had appeared since I had left the place earlier.
Traffic got worse than I’ve ever known it.
But credit to the Willmott-Dixon company, they had arranged for men at each gate to monitor the incoming vehicles.
With there being no footpath on one side, and parked traffic on the other walkway, it made hobbling safely, cautiously and imperative for the old residents.
How some of the drivers manoeuvred without 
hitting someone or something, is deserving of a little praise, I think.
They had fenced off two car parking spaced so they could have somewhere to park their trench-digger plant.
I bet this cheers the residents with cars up no end!
I got up to the flat after this little photographic session, and I had a wee-wee. Let’s just take it that this activity took place from here on, about every half-hour.
I wrote the date of the glasses to be collected in the Google Calendar. Noting as I did, that Foot-Lady Sue is due on Monday 1000hrs.
Made an extra-strong mug of English Breakfast tea and got on with updating this blog.
Then on Facebooking.
Got the lamb and chips in the oven cooking. Peas and potatoes already in the crock-pot.
: I made a right cock-up of this meal. Had to leave the chips and lamb in the oven longer, cause the potatoes in the crock-pot were cooked through! I had to transfer them to a saucepan to boil them more quickly and turned the oven down while they boiled. Oddly resulting with chips undercooked, and the lamb overdone. The potatoes, tomatoes and garden peas came out fine and dandy, though.
Despite all this, I gave it a Taste-Rating of 6.5/10 for this sad effort.
I looked at the TV schedule. There was a Steven Seagal film, Belly of the Beast on TV, but not until 2100hrs.
Somehow, I managed to stay awake until it started. I even got through a set of commercials, before I fell asleep. Tsk! Being on Freeview. I expect it will come on again, so I can fall asleep watching it once more. Hehe!
: As I looked down and saw the state of the legs and ankles, things came a little more concentrated, thought-wise.
Belinda’s Blotches seemed to be settling down after yesterday’s mini-return to hurting and itching madly again. I think the flat’s aliens or ghosts had got to this photo. Where the all-through staples were at the bottom of the heart op scar, looked luminescent to me?
Again, I forgot about the rubbish bag chute drawer being made so small it is almost useless. Fancy giving us the large orange bags for the recycling waste and not being able to get it in the chute? Humph!
I noted how sad the bottom field outside looked, through the only mostly dirt and the bird-poo free bit of the large sliding doors windows.
A letter had been posted through the door.
I put it in the bag to take with me to ask someone to call them for me. I couldn’t understand how I’d gone in arrears when I pay my rent via Direct Debit.
I left and made my way to the flats.
Got the Glowhite powder I bought the other day and collected the few bits of washing there was left over after yesterday morning’s washing session. 
Back up yet once more to the apartment. 
I sorted out filling the pot with Bold lavender pods, and some of the Wilko Fragrance Boost Exotic Ylang & Freesia scented granules. Stored away the Glowhite Ultra to use later. Providing I can find it then! Haha!
Then I had to make my way to the Porcelain Throne. Blimey, twice in a day, can’t remember when this last happened. The evacuation was very different.
2205hrs: Still awake after what seemed like hours… well it was hours actually; of trying to get to nod-off.
The lift arrived and the door, at least I think it was the door, made a heck of a grinding noise when it opened. The din it made was so loud. I wouldn’t be surprised if it had woke someone up. WD50 needed there, I thought. It sounded like a screech come scream from an old horror movie.
: Stubbing my wonky toe against the kerb as I retreated to relative safety. Tsk!
Cleaned the filter, got the togs out and folded.
Belinda’s Blotches were looking like
being occupied by many of those rock-hard-mini-beetles again!
I took the black bags and the recycling bag out with me when I departed, dropped the black ones down the chute. Although it was a bit of a struggle to get the waste into the opening, despite my purposely putting far less in each sack.
A little further along the Walk and I zoomed in for this one of Winchester Court; Catching the Willmott-Dixon sub-contractors who were working on the mini-hoists, putting the insulation up on the walls. I think.
coming in for the builders and faces looking strained and under pressure. I didn’t get a single acknowledgement to the many “Good Mornings” I threw out. Oh, dear! Not like the lads as a rule?
I think the street cleaner mobile that left the road and gave the poor chap a bit of a scare as it passed by him with about 6″ to spare is a Scarab Minor.
I made my way back to the bus terminus, feeling a little pessimistic, now.
that manages the chain’s presence in the UK, Turkey and the Gulf states. The company, which has 613 stores in the UK and Ireland, paid no corporation tax in the UK last year, despite ringing up profits of £25.5m. Sorry, but I’m in that sort of ‘Need to Moan’ mood at the moment.
That USA style bacon with a hint of Canadian Maple was delicious.
Off to get the ablutions done early, a stand-up job, of course, this early in the day.
The Morrison chap arrived with the groceries.
: I went to put the frozen stuff away, and found that I’d left the freezer door ajar! Argh!
I shelled some fresh garden peas.
Back out once more, and made my way around to the back of the complex onto the Woodthorpe Grange Park.
I think my outburst caught him at a loss for words.
I took a closer shot of the windows.
to how some of the tenants feel.
The clouds again covered the sunshine as I took this last photographicalisation.
Got the nosh prepared.
I spotted that Belinda’s Blotches around my midriff front and back, had returned; reddened, itching, new spots and stinging the moment I moved my bulbous body.
How I made the scratch marks, I don’t know. Surely I would have remembered making them?
Then I was summoned to the wet room and the loose-lidded mini-sized, beetle ridden Porcelain Throne.
Three or four residents in there to have a chinwag with, I liked that. 
Got into town and made my way down Queen Street, over the Slab Square and along to Friar Lane and waited for a Y7 bus to Derby.
An ambulance I passed had something that we Nottinghamians have come to accept as a rarity and worth mentioning, next to it; Yes, a policeman!
from the South this time, and blow-me-down, another Ambulance.
I ambled over to the river Derwent, via the Derby Council Offices gardens.
The barrier close to the bridge had been occupied by Canada Geese, white geese and a few brave mallards that were continually being bitten into moving on. Hehe!
We wer
I would have taken more, but despite being thrown about by the stiff and bone-shaking bus suspension, I nodded-off again. Woke, and had to concentrate on not going off to kip still and miss the bus stop in Nottingham. Poor Old Putz!
So I had an amble around the City Centre outskirts.
more.
At the bus stop, I realised I still had a long wait for the L9 bus to arrive. So, I walked down to catch a number 40 bus instead.
In the seat in front of me, sat the lady (Ethel I think, but I could be wrong) from the fourth floor of Woodthorpe Court. The bus was soon jam-packed with people having to stand.
Late as it as, and me feeling so weary and drained; hence the no cooking meal, I dug-in and savoured all of the fodder on the plate.
I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner with a bit of a struggle, due to Hippy Hilda being a bit bothersome, and checked the temperatures in the two room.
temperature of 31°c – 87.8°f indicated.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. A little more natural evacuation this morning.
I noticed when cleaning up, that he chest had somehow acquired new decorations. In the form of spots, pimples and scratches, of a variety of different colours? Even the body hair is now in different shades! However, Belinda’s Blotches had improved well, far less itching and no pain.
I’m glad I did discover its hidden location, though.
I decided to sort out the medication pods and pots before I forget again.
Got the nosh ready and served up.
I woke with stinging, stabbing pains around the right external auditory meatus (Ear Hole). A touch of the Collywobbles (I blame the horrible meal I made, and half-ate last night for this). But Belinda’s Blotches were itching less and not so inflamed.
As the body slowly joined the brain in imitation semi-activity, I noticed signs of noctambulous noshing activity having taken place. 
The temperature in the room was currently at 31°c – 87.8°c, which was a little lower and welcome.
I got on the Porcelain Throne, and I anticipated immediate movement. But oh, no. Nothing but pain as the exciting material came half-way and got stuck. Boy, the agony! I thought things would start to split, so long did it take, all the painful forcing, I could feel the piles bleeding… A Frightful Session. Still, I read a few pages of the book, quite a few pages… Haha!
Writing the above paragraph, I realised I had not put the Wrist Health Panic Alarm back on, after cleaning myself up. Without hesitation, I fetched it from the wet room and adorned my wrist with it. Schlemiel!
I got side-tracked when I was about to take the Senna tablet, and started to get the meal prepped.
Got dressed and some nibbles and a small bottle of spring water in the bag, and set out in plenty of time to wait downstairs for BJ and Dave to arrive.
when built, will be known as Winwood. Confusing innit? Hehe!
Big Young David accidentally caught my back as I was manoeuvring out of the door. This made me move quicker, and I stretched my legs more than I had planned, landing a little awkwardly, Hippy Hilda didn’t like this, and Little Inchies Lesion started bleeding at the same time, then as I caught my balance, Arthur Itis started the right knee off. I was not in a very good condition for a moment or two. But I was determined to enjoy the trip out and pressed on. 
As I waited, I spotted a Honda GullWing three-wheeler motorbike. As luck would have it, the owner, an entertainer at the Steaming Day, returned to the bike to collect s
Got the nosh done at last!
Getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner was more difficult and painful than usual. Detaching the sweaty body from the wet cover and chair, Arthur Itis and Crampy Craig both in a bad mood, but I did get fumblingly to the wet room. Where again, like yesterday morning, I was glad that I kept a book in there. This reading allowed a partial distraction from the agony of the arduous, testing, and reluctant evacuation process. At least Belinda Blotches was not so itchy, the inflammation had died down, and stinging far less than yesterday.
The sphygmomanometer readings looked fair enough. And the weight had gone down a bit too. Sweated out, I expect. Tsk!
When I was getting out the medication pod trays, I realised that I had missed last nights dosages. Lummox!
rest in the Return to Chemist box. Well, I did, but after a grubble around and search to find it, that cost me about fifteen minutes. Schlump!
The illuminated Community Information board suggested there were light rain showers. But we didn’t get any rain.
The plates-of-meat were stinging something rotten now with the weight of the bags.
Unfortunately, the shirts were located about ten foot up on the wall, with other clothing on di
again.
Not very sunny at times today, but it feels cooler, that’s nice.
up again. While doing this the occupants in the two chairs in a metal ball, can enjoy it spinning around at the same time! I must let Sister Jane and Pete know about this, bet they’d love a go on it!
caught up with Pete on Chestnut Way, but he got a second wind and somehow shot off again.
Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and ‘Residents WC”! Hahaha!
Which turned out to be a malicious false alarm. When I arrived, scratching at Belinda’s Blotches and Rashes en route, and sat down; the evacuation started as if it was going to be another loose, messy one… then something abruptly and effectively plugged the movement solid. I found myself painfully forcing the proceedings over the next five minutes or so. Much blood needed clearing and cleaning up after the motion had eventually been completed. Oh, Gadzooks, yes! Embarrassingly, the bowl, lid, my legs and rear-end, and splashes on the floor, all required attention with the antisepticalisational clean-up!
While in the wet room, I tended to the ablutions earlier than usual, to be ready for the Morrison delivery when it arrives.
I felt much more comfortable after the treatment.
Went to the kitchen to make a brew of the Assam tea and get the Health Checks completed.
I dished it and made another one a little while later.
In the front room, the Nottingham City Homes provided machine indicated I had a humidity of 51 (Whatever that means, but it was in the green area).
0638hrs, I began the updating of yesterdays post, and the Morrison Man arrived.
I made up the recycling bag and black bags. I took them all to the chute so I could photograph how small the new slide-in top actually is for you.
much smaller one?
Out of the flat and to the elevator, taking the orange bag of recyclable trash.
A fair bit of weight in the bags, that I had packed hurriedly so as not to keep others waiting at the check-out; I stopped to redistribute the burden to carry.
Up to the apartment, greeted by the intense blast of pure heat when I opened the door.
I tried to ring back, and the mobile informed me the battery was Critically Low. I’d only charged it up on Friday, and hadn’t used it until today?
Getting tired now, time to get the nosh sorted.
the Management, told me; “He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making.” “You’ll have to put up with it!” (I don’t want to lose my home, primarily by doing nothing wrong.)
Saw the scrawled note I’d left for myself on the computer screen. Disentangled my torso and limbs from the £300 second-hand recliner, got up knocking the TV remote, mobile phone and an empty cheese curl packet onto the carpet, stood up and crushed a cheese curl, scratched at the itching blotches on the arm – drawing blood, stubbed my toe on the Ottoman, and retrieved the note from the computer.
Got the blotches ointmentated, and what a mess it was again.
One or two of the really dark red spots had returned on the chest.
.
beetles lurking about. I couldn’t see any there, but a few dead ones were on the ledge.
I took out what would have been before they reduced the size of the waste-intake tray, two black bags of rubbish, but now needed five smaller sack bags, and three recycle bags, that would have taken one before.
Across the road and looked back to take this sunless photo of all three of the buildings from the bottom of the gravel hill path.
I poddled to Tesco and consulted my shopping list. I got the milk and some oven-bottom-rolls and a TV paper for next week. But they didn’t have any fresh peas, spring water or ice-cream cones.
The Newly opened Curious Manor eatery, in the brand new part of the food court, did not exactly seem to be making a roaring trade. Sad innit?
unbothered or uninterested feel to the place.
again.
As I got to the L9 bus stop at the top of Queen Street, I took this photographicalisation of the Little John clock tower on top of the Nottingham Council House.
Got in the apartment, and the heat again hit me as I entered through the door.
An interesting side-effects list:
First things first, I’ll get the nosh sorted in time for me to watch the match later.