Did you see that? I even got the year wrong! Dementia Doreen at work?
I woke up this morning (Sunday) not feeling giddy…
Because I’d had a better sleep? Definitely!
I’d woke up over the night, just six times, you see,
Many of my ailments were not bothering me!
Hard to believe it’s my unlucky Sunday!
But, things felt wrong, different, most notably…
The dreaded Hum, so much louder than ever, unfamiliar…
My nerve-ends continued with their uncontrollability,
But with other pains not here, that’s almost a triviality,
Although the eyes were terrible, cataractically!
If I get a Carer call, with they show uncongeniality?
I shall try today to be calm and avoid perversity…
Contain my nit-picking, self-loathing, and animosity…
I’m too nervous about claiming I can have unflappability,
Dementia Doreen gives the brain ungovernability,
She changes my mood so quickly… The audacity!
Saturday
Saturday was a daymare! The eyes delayed all I tried to do. Not that I tried to do much, other than blogging, for over eleven hours in total. I was up from 02:40hrs in the morning until 21:00hrs at night! Computerisationing the majority of the time. Cataracts Kathleen, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, occasionally bothered further by Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Dizzy Dennis.
I created a Local News Snippets blog (now finally finished off and posted this morning, Sunday). You would not believe the mistakes, errors and messes I got myself into! Nothing else much was done at all. I did find some photographs on the SD card that prompted memories of Saturday if I can recall. Here they are with notes I’m part guessing at about them. Not many. And they may be our order chronologically, on Saturdays, sorry.
These sunset shots were, I believe, from Friday night. The first two in sequence, I have caught some Crows that had just broken up from a murder in the treetops to the right of the picture.
They were fully grown adults, judging by their sizes of them. In the second picture, I caught two of them. They were flying away from the flats at the time. I remember being surprised that I could recognise them.
The following two nights, the sunsets were hardly noticeable. But these ones, I thought, were so beautiful, even with muted colours (Is that the right word? I mean, not as vivid as it is sometimes).
I took just the higher part of the sky in the last photo, and I zoomed in an iota. The seemingly pink cloud amidst the blue-grey ones was so pretty to me. Mother Nature at her finest! ♥
I first utilised the A&D Medical Supplies, made in China Blood Pressure Monitor. Cor Blimey! Yet another near-perfect result. I believe I assumed a Smug-Mode!
Pulse at 73 looked good. The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd©, a contactless thermometer, was used to take the body temperature. 34.2°c. A bit low?
The rest of the day was a bit of horror. Really frustrating and depressing for this non-compos-mentis, mentally & physically deranged, ailing old Inchcock. I fear the time is rapidly approaching when I’ll no longer be capable of blogging. Although Vascular Dementia Doreen sees to be affecting me more nowadays. If cataracts, glaucoma and saccades are ever repaired, that could be a life-saver…
Many hours later, I got the nosh prepared. Which also seemed to take an inordinately long time to do. I think it was through my depression and frustration, but I couldn’t eat much of the meal, despite it being tasty enough. A decent 7.5/10 for flavour content.
Washed the pots, had a wash and put the TV on to watch my favourite ‘Heartbeat’ two back-to-back episodes. Naturally, I fell asleep at the first set of advertisements that came on. Humph!
The ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ tune of the door chime rang out and woke me up. Carer Valerie arrived.
It was only about ten minutes into the second episode of ‘Heartbeat’, so I thought I’d watch that one. I was wrong! Nodded-off again. Woke to want a wee-wee, and ‘Hetty Wainthrop’ was starting on the box – Oh, good! I thought, had my painful slow trickling wee-wee, washed my hands and settled to watch Hetty… Zzz!
Amazingly, I slept through for about four hours, lovely! Then the waking up with a jolt started again! Can’t win them all!
SUNDAY
With six sudden awakenings since around midnight, on this seventh one, I stayed up. I had to get up for Porcelain Throne duties anyway. Off to the wet room…
Rushing to get to the Throne, I misjudged the gap again. I walloped my right shoulder against the doorframe. There were some bits of bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Nothing too serious, though.
Expecting a messy evacuation again, I had a go at the crossword after getting seated. But didn’t have time to do many clues. The evacuation was a slow job, that needed a fair bit of pushing input from me. Not awfully painful, just uncomfortable. This I put down to Harold’s Haemorrhoids. This is a strange day!
It seemed I’d got out of the right side of the bed this morning? Despite the painful Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas, I was singing away to myself as I washed and oiled the earholes? In fact, I was rather upbeat in my thoughts, too! Well, well! This is a strange day!
Josie last week
Cleaned up and got changed into the day clothes. I remembered that I’d not put the laundry away from yesterday yet. So, I did.
I went to sort the prepping for Josies’ Sunday lunch. All foods to hand, and I got the chilli with some extra beans in the pan. Added the mushrooms, crispy bacon pieces, chestnuts, and diced in some tomatoes. Mild chill and BBQ seasoning, a splash of anchovies sauce, and tomatoes puree. All ready to tackle later on for the gal.
I took a wee-wee, washed the dandies, and got the Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, made by the ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd©) in Guangdong, China. The results had crept up a smidge from 
yesterday. But it is only just in the lower stages of hypertension and has been a lot higher on many occasions. Certainly not enough to destroy my strangely volatile good spirits. That has come from I know not where but is welcome.
The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd™, contactless thermometer, had a better reading than yesterday too! A good bit higher.
The ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ tune burst forth, I thought at first, with no one coming in, it was the Iceland Delivery, and someone had let him in, but no! It was the new Carer, Kiya. She has a bouncy, outgoing nature; it seems like she’s done the job before to me. Quick-witted, sharp, communicative, and very pretty! Kiya got the job done, we had a laugh or two, she’s sleeping very well at the moment, she said. Treated her to the nibble-treats, and off she went with a cheery farewell. I didn’t realise until later that she had not taken the three bags of waste with her. Humph!
The intercom flashed and rang… and I heard in the other room. This is a strange day!
The deliver chappie arrived at the door; he looked a smidge down in the 
mouth.
So after he’s put the bags into the hallway for me, I treated him to a can of his choice (Cider), thanked him, and got them into the kitchenette for sorting out.
There were two substitutes and four missing items. At least the substitutes sent were alright for me for once. The big bag of potatoes looked fresh, I thought…
I utilised the picker-upperer. And this one is one of the better, stronger ones. But it only just managed to lift the weight of the extremely heavy cheese-topped cobs! As I knocked the cheesy cobs off the trolley, they made a thudding sound as they hit the floor! Blimey, they were weighty!
Got the fresh strawberries delivered as well. One each for Josie, Flora and Richard. Not sure if the ladies name is Flora, it might be Flo Francis? Anyway, she lives in flat 8. I’ll take it down for her later on. (What the heck is her name?)
The Walls microwave sausages are for me; I’ve three packets in x6. Four sausages and baked beans flavoured with chilli, BBQ and Worcester sauce is the plan for tonight. Of course, then there is the challenge of breaking the cheesy rolls to dunk in the juice. I could well injure myself judging by how hard they are. Thanks, Iceland! I might use the drill on them?
Took a break and replied to emails and comments. Lovely one from HRH Lisa and comments from Billum.
Then I got Josie’s meal ready. I gave her some extras for Easter. A little egg, a chocolate bar, and her favourite can of plonk. I also handed over half of my strawberries in a separate bag.
Then I took the waste bags out to the chute room. And, I’d like to add (Smug Mode Assumed!); totally without any Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops! No trapped fingers, no walking into anything, no visits from either Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun!
I’ve just come to the following line in the blog reminder pad. I’m curious to know what the heck this is on the left here; it is supposed to indicate for me to remember? Looks like 3 40ging? It’s beyond me! Mind you, I’m not surprised. I can’t even see what I’m writing, let alone read or see the subtitles on the TV.
Then I found this picture I’d missed from the SD card. It is sad, innit?
Vascular Dementia Doreen is active again, I see! I think I took this one earlier today when I got out of the wet room. On the other hand, it could be from yesterday… any day, any month…
Spent more hours doing the blog, then took the strawberries down to… ah, I think her name might be Doris? Anyway, she seemed to like them, bless her.
My next plan… get the bangers and beans done for my nosh. I found out what I thought I’d bought, Cheese topped rolls, turned out to be Tiger rolls. That’s why they were so heavy. Humph!
The beans and sausages were a bit of a disappointment, I fear. The baked beans tasted so different to what I anticipated? The little pots I made pots of mandarins in orange juice and some black grapes for dessert were excellent! Overall, a Taste Rating of 6.5/10.
Did the washing up and sat to watch an old film on the goggle-box. Fell asleep at the first commercial break. Woken well over an hour later, by the new Carer gal, Kiya looming over me asking if it’s alright if she puts the light on. Hehehe! She’d not pressed the door chime. I wish she would have, I mean… I could have been in physical rapture with a young lady on the carpet… Well, okay, not that then! Hahaha!
Kiya was in a good mood tonight. We had a little natter and laughed after doing the medications given. She stayed close by while I took them to check that none had come out through a big gap that used to be filled by teeth.
Off she trotted with a treat in thanks, and I had a wee-wee, washed, got into the night attire and back to the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly-recliner.
I spotted a blue tablet on the floor. Only Warfarin tablets are blue. So, it seems I had dropped or regurgitated a tablet after all? That was with two of us watching? Bit of a mystery here?
Zzz!
Sob, Blubber!
023:30hrs: I woke with a dang urgent need of a wee-wee! Argh! Panic ensued as I forced my grossly overweight bellied-body from the recliner, with visions and a sensation of the surging PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling), building-up, getting stronger. Caught my balance and hobbled swiftly over to unused overnight NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket).
I took the medications for the evening that I’d missed taken. Humph! Then I got the Health Checks done. 
The BP readings from the Sphygmomanometer showed much better results today.
Microsoft Office allowed me access to Excel (that’s three days now that it’s worked, they are getting better – or are they planning for a more extensive freeze or calamity later?), and updated the log for the Cardiac Unit and DVT Warfarin Clinic. I’ve not been there for two years now, but they did say they will reschedule the cancelled appointment sometime in the future.
Maybe today I can learn enough to use this Kodak camera properly? Or not!
I stopped, having remembered (Having remembered? – I don’t say that very often! Haha!), to take the morning medications. 
utilised, and this took me ages! The bowl was then cleaned and sanitised, and I start to get the nasal clearing done. Put the ear drops in. Then started cleaning the teeth… 
Gmail to see what subs or not available were coming today on the Sainsbury order. Well, that is fortunate, no sourdough bread, but they had none last week either. And, no french cream horns, well, that’s assuaged my guilt at ordering them in the first place. Thank Lord Sainsbury! 
I admitted him and was soon up at the door handing me the bags, which I put in the hallway. 
I took the bags through to the kitchenette. I knew that I hadn’t ordered any kitchen towels, bleach etc., but there seemed many bags there? 
How, or why had I ordered two packs of the misshaped cooked ham? How or why had I got a dirty-great container of orange juice? 
The lean diced beef I knew was for making the chilli later on. The cucumber for making pickled cucumber arrived. I put the overordering down to Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters letting down so often.
As I was putting the things into the kitchen to sort them out. Struggling to find room moire than ever in the fridge and freezer, the intercom rang out.
I’d bought a lot of fresh foods. Tomatoes x2, leeks, Limoncello (for Josie), lemon desserts, Coz’s apples (they were dry, bruised and not very good tasting). Bread thins, garden peas shelled, beef chunks, crispy smoked bacon, more cooked meats (Tsk!), milk roll loaf etc.
Somehow or other, I got the stuff put away, and then thoughts of food, eating, my leaning towards eating, nouvelle cuisine, and epicureanism abounded in my mind… What to have for my nosh! I was certainly spoilt for choice! After only a few seconds (fast for me!), I’d opted to get the beef chunks in the crockpot, add oodles of chopped leeks, and the garden peas to be added later.
I got the beef and leeks in and added some seasonings: Sea salt, black pepper, Oxo and Best Bisto gravy granules, burnt chilli powder, basil, and a drop of balsamic vinegar that had been delivered. I forgot all about the tomato passata, though, Humph!
I spent a good while making up some waste bags and sorting them into the box on the walker-trolley in the hall.
As I titivated the crockpot contents and had a little nibble to test things, the landline burst forth. It was Jenny, updating me on the situation with the lack of ILC’s. Holiday (vacationing) time. Well, they deserve them, having to put up with us old antediluvian fogies! Hahaha! Jenny and I had a little natter, which is always welcome. ♥
23:40hrs: I removed my over-flabbily-bellied body from the c1968 recliner and utilised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). A short sharp affair, with a lot of CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribble) to follow.
No messing about, I got on the computer to create a template for today’s blog. Starting with doing a few graphics on CorelDraw. But, I didn’t get too far, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room. Incidentally, Cartilage Cathy was a lot kinder to me this morning.
It seemed to me that the daily PTDDSB (Porcelain Throne, Daily-Domination-Stakes- Battle) for supremacy in the evacuation was a close thing. Still, a comeback from Constipation Konrad had curbed the rampant messy tendencies of Trotsky Terence for once! So, I had a go at the crossword puzzle as I waited for things to kick-off. Just as yesterday, I didn’t solve a single clue! (Well, I’m consistent, if not capable. Hehehe! The movement started slowly and stayed that way, but no pain or bleeding, and as I said, it was a lot less mess to clean up. I still had to refill the tank by hand though, I think the problem is the fluffy too-thick toilet roll paper.
I decided to get the hand-washing done first. But and however – guess who had left the hot water tap (faucet) to run cold? Yes, pickle-brain Inchcock had struck-again! Gawd-blimey, I this far too often! Hence decision had to be made (another Inchcock problem area!) My EQ told me there nothing to do but press on handwashing boiling the water in the kettle and saucepan, for more Whoopsiedangleplops were on their way! He also called me a name, a naughty one!
So, the half-hour or so handwashing exercise took me nearly two hours! Not to mention the scolding of two fingers fetching the kettle to the sink… Oh, I’ve said it! It’s a good job that I was in a slightly better mood today! I washed the long-sleeve jumper, the jammie-bottoms and the pair of long bamboo diabetic socks. The washed ones from yesterday were not fully-dry enough to put on today, so I got a couple of 100% short-ones to adorn after the ablutions to wear. 
I made a start on moving the stuff back into the cupboard, but soon lost interest!
Since the side-effect-ridden AstraZeneca Covid-19 vaccination was given to me a week last Saturday, SYS has also been higher, its the lowest reading today than for ages. I think I might be getting confused here, between the SYS and the temperature? Well, fancy that!
I found 
an NHS site on Google, where you can put in your reading for SYS and DIA, and you get an instant show of where you stand on the chart, with a black cross! Proof that I was right to worry when the SYS went up to 180 five days ago, well, that was well in the red area! 
Gotten Himmel! Look at the time! What happened, where did it go?
terribly bland, tasteless, watery. Savourless and unappetising. These Don Holio chopped tomatoes needed a warning giving-out about them for anyone unlucky enough to buy any. The Sainsbury crispy smoked ready-cooked bacon slices were very fatty tasting as well! 
However, and leaving the pots in the sink in cold water to be cleaned when I have some hot water again, in the morning, at first, I was well-pleased that I was in time to watch the channel 11, Tales of the Unexpected episodes.
00:40hrs: Well, at least I woke up, but it was a tremendously disappointing event, it took me away from romancing, cuddling, and even betterer activities, in my memory prompting dream! I’ll say no more, then, other than perhaps, Cor! 
As I got to the kitchen, to do the health checks, I felt a sudden surge of determination to get things done today. But I dropped the kettle in the sink, and the urge went away. Blungletads! 
I took, probably one of my worst ever photos of the morning view, and when I looked at it on the viewer, I was annoyed at myself, tutted, swore silently, proffered a word that questioned my parentage, and shut the window… 
Trapping my wrist in the frame! My first thought was, ‘Well that serves you right!’. Which it did! And my EQ offered me some advice: Basically to be prepared for more Accifauxpas on the horizon! Oh, dear! 
I got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks, starting with the Boot’s BP sphygmomanometer. The SYS was way too high, but lower than yesterday, which is of little comfort, but then again, I was built for comfort. Humph! 
I used the new thermometer to take the temperature, after all, that’s what they were made for. Hehehe! A healthy reading came up, of 36.7° c. A lot better than it has been over the last few weeks. The batteries seem to be going down rather swiftly, though, Duracell in as well! 
I got some waste bags made up, and put them with the ones I did yesterday and forgot to take to the chute. Well, fancy that! 
when SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) kicked off. 
I decided it was breakfast time, so went to see what I had available in the kitchen. I ended up with Brown Bread thins with Marmite, two marmite cheese discs, a pickled egg, and some Frazzles. With a mug of Thompsons Punjana, I tucked into it, while perusing some YouTube car crash videos.
The dropsies were only a handful, but the nicks and cut, five of them, one on the side of the head, one under the chin and two back of the neck, were Nicodemus’s delight! Humph!
I’d already got the Chilli-Con-Carne in the saucepan, added some gravy, and was waiting for the beans to arrive to add to them. 
I got a Government letter that needs reading; six pages about not going out. High-Risk Status, and using a delivery service etc, for food.
15:30hrs, Morrisons arrived. The young upbeat lady delivery-driveress, was well-stressed, but polite and friendly with it. 
thing had had a nightmare day. 
Apart from being a much bigger order than the last Sainsbury one, the familiar crushed cakes and biscuits, stupid substitutions; the 
When I first started prepping the Chilli, I anticipated the chips arriving, so I added extra gravy, but, of course, the chips did not arrive, so I had a thinner Chilli with tons of gravy to get through. But nae bother, with the added tomatoes and mild chilli powder, it went down a treat, a chipless treat, but still. Hahaha! I rated this one at 7.5/10. 
I stayed awake for the entire episode. (That’s a first, I think?) Sam’s Mediterranean Kabob Room. While I was searching for this photo of the restaurant, on Mr Google, I learnt that the place still failed and closed down. 
00:05hrs: I stirred in need of a wee-wee. (And gratefulness at not being woken up for any wees, was present, and sincere). 
I took the bucket to the wet room for cleaning and sanitising, and needed another wee whilst doing this; I used the WC. I washed the hands and antisepticated the touch areas, and off to the kitchenette to get the kettle on. 
I turned on the kettle and tackled the Health Checks first. The old still working Boot’s BP hemadynamometer gave me a pleasant surprise, the SYS was down again, to 151. I was getting a feeling that things might not go so bad today – why? I’ve no idea! 
I made the brew, took the medications, and got the computer going to download any photos first. I found two pictures that I could not recall taking last night. This one of the evening meal, shame I can’t recall much making it or even less of eating it. 
And the second one is even more of a mystery to me. When I took it, I’ve no idea, but it was on the SD card following the dish of fodder. It looks like it’s belting down with rain outside, and the light was not on in the kitchen. Note that this information and Sherlock Holmesianess helped me to work out why or when I took the picture. 
Then I spent many hours making up a template, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) was in good form, making progress very difficult, and she was with me for ages! Humph! 
Still, these deadly-designed windows don’t bother me at all. Oh, no!
I came across this picture on Facebook; I thought it was worth a smile, so put it in.
Made one graphic on Corel
I washed the things and had washed a zip-up jacket. With my not having a shower and wearing this most of the day, it had to be done, and I added some disinfectant to the sink while I got the Ablutions tended to, to give it a real freshening-up!
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The plates and pins were looking far too pale and bloodless for my liking! 
The Arthur Itis and Crtilidge Kathy Knees had transformed themselves once again, shape and lump-wise. 
I got dressed, and hand washed the zip-up jumper, I used the fabric softener and some Lavender-orange Dettol disinfectant in the final hand rinse.
Minutes later the rain stopped altogether and the sun. I got the paperwork out to start sorting through, and, ‘
inside for me. I thanked him and slipped him a can of G &T. 
alarm activations. I carried the carriers carefully into the kitchenette and set about sorting them out. No list of items was left again to check them off against. 
nosh. 
Here’s hoping they get here in time.
Not an easy task getting an order in for Morrisons today. 
So, I did get on the Morrison site, add a delivery slot for the 10th November, 13:00 > 14:00hrs was obtained. They had no Frazzles, no Surami sticks and no Marmite cheese! Still, I got Salt & Vinegar crisps, Marmite Crisps, and Squid Vinegar along with much more stuff, like Milk Roll and Bread thins. Of course, that is if they arrive? 
Got the meal out of the oven, the cheese on top was burnt, just enough, to suit me, lovely!
The swift envelopment of Sweet Morpheous was unexpected and so very welcome. The landline burst forth flashing away, as I struggled out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rickey, none-working recliner, I thought it might be the Warfarin Clinic with the results and new dosages for me. I was happily wrong! Happy because it was Jenny ringing me, I always enjoy that, even when she tells me off about something. Hahaha! We had a natter and laugh, not that everything lodged into my grey-cell-box, and we said our farewells. 
00:00hrs. I woke up spot-on the Witching Hour: With the TV on, nocturnal nibbling signs all around, and a nearly full OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), a fissiparousness of mind thoughts, and the need to utilise the aforementioned grey plastic pail!
Took the medications, made a brew, and got the urgent call to the Porcelain Throne. So, to the wet room with haste. Got settled on the Throne, crossword book at the ready, but no time to do any. The motion started and kept on going this time. It was so painful but thankfully of short duration. Not messy, 
and was a smidge blood speckled. 
Back to collect the tea and then to the computer. Getting the updating of yesterday’s blog done, was one of the easiest for months! 
Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and even Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, were all absent and left me alone! Duodenal Donald was a bit bothersome, but he alone! Astounding Good Fortune! This scenario will not last, obviously, so I enjoyed adopting a temporary ‘Smug-Mode’! Yee-ha! 
I pondered the days delights ahead. The Iceland delivery, twixt 09:00>11:00hrs. No Vampire nurse today, for some reason they have made it for Wednesday this week. Ah, of course, it’s a Bank Holiday! I’m surprised Iceland are delivering. Sainsbury’s order tomorrow… no, it’s not! That’ll be Morrison’s on Tuesday. No Sainsbury orders are due. I used Morrison’s so I could get some more of the Fish Sauce. Which I’m hoping they will have in stock! The cheapest I could find on Amazon was a pack of 6 bottles @ £2.55 each. Morrisons are £1.50 a 700g bottle, and at the moment, are on offer at £1.35! Hopefully, I’ll get my three bottles tomorrow? I do hope so! 
I made some graphics and used them, along with some old family photographs, ti use in a fun ode wot I dun up. Link: 
I got dried off safely and Accifauxpa free! And even had a bit more good luck, going back into the front room to take a picture of the brightening morin view from the balcony, I espied some of the last night’s medications in the tray, that I’d not taken! So I took them, better late than never! 
A sense of smugness enveloped me, and somehow or other, no senses of guilt? 
the bags down on the floor, until things calmed down. 
The short journey to the waste-room was handled without any bother. In fact, I was hobbling well this morning, up to now anyway. Got the bags down the metal chute, again without any Accifauxpas, Whoopies or injuries! Smug Mode Adopted! 
I noticed that a new Polite Notice had appeared on the wall inside the room. I checked the time on a Charity Shop bought, £2 rusty but working wristwatch. The one that needed a strap that cost me £10, then a battery that cost me £15, Tsk! It was 0810hrs, so I was in order to use the waste chute, just! Phew! 
I got the kettle on, then filled up the hearing-Olive oil dropper bottles. 
The intercom rang and flashed forth. The Iceland deliveryman was up with me in minutes. I thanked him and slipped him a can of G&T. 
Then I saw that the supposedly missing facemask was on the floor near the sink! 
The day was brightening up nicely. Still bare of personages out there. Lots of vehicles parked up for the Bank Holiday. It felt so quiet, even the dreaded ‘Hum’ was not as loud as it usually is. It adds to the loneliness sometimes. Ah, good old Herbert! There are no workers doing the decorating and flooring is there, today. (I’m quick sometimes, Hehe!) That’ll be a reason for it being so still and quiet? But it sounds like Herbert’s on the model making, although it could have been someone sending waste down the chute, cause the clattering didn’t sound for long, that’s not like Herbert.
The skies and clouds looked even more beautiful now. I think that these types are known as cirrostratus. But I’m probably wrong. Being wrong come so easily, you know. Tsk! I’ve had years of practice. 
An acceptable feast was plated. The buttered potatoes, grapes and tomatoes were all enjoyed, but the Royale Surami was the highlight of the meal. The lemon mousse was great, too! 
00:10hrs: I woke with a cruel mind-start and body-jerk, that immediately got Harold’s Haemorrhoids stinging something rotten! 
I returned to get the overnight bucket for emptying and had to use it one more time. Got it cleaned and sanitised, put the kettle on, and carried out the Health Checks. Got the sphygmomanometerisationing all done. The flipping Sys had shot up to 162 now! The ear-hole thermometer gave a reading of 
84.3°c. 
Did some work on this blog while waiting for 09:15hrs when I must go to visit Deana. 
I thanked her kindly, and I returned to get these dates in the calendar.
Perused the contractor’s notice board in the elevator lobby, and waited a good while to get the resident’s lift to arrive, to get back up to the flat. 
This photograph below, right, is of the note left for whoever had torn up the window cleaners rota from the board the other day.
I got inside the flat and gave myself a wherret on the right ear-hole as I struggled to get the three-wheeler walker guide inside. Fool! 
Not that there is any chance that I would have forgotten, of course. Ahem! 
I actually fell asleep within seconds of settling! Fantastic! 
02:45hrs: My slumber was rudely disturbed, and I lay there for a few moments in a state of hypnagogia, trying to understand what had shaken me so violently into this state of semi-consciousness? Perhaps I was dreaming, although I have no memories of my doing so? 
Back to the kitchenette, made the mug of Glengettie tea and left it to cool (toothache!).
I made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and took a photo of the morning view, which was blue! When I opened the window, things got blown off of the ledge, such was the force of the wind. Despite this, the Horrible-Hum could still be heard, louder than it’s been for a few days. 
This must mean something weather-wise. Or not! 
Aha, time to get the ablutions tended to. Stripped off for the session, and thought how well the legs and feet were looking. The ulcer looked as if it had moved again, but it can’t have, surely?
The shaving was a little bothersome, dropsies galore, and a few minor cuts. 
The showering turned out a painful event this time. I caught my right-hand knuckle against the grab bar as I went over from a Dizzy Dennis bout. It’s not the wound that bothers me, that’s nothing, just a few scratches, but not being able to correct the fall, that’s bothered me a smidge. 
I made up the waste and recycling bags, loaded them on the three-wheeled-walker, and made my way to the chute room in the lift lobby. 
I deposited the four small bags, and unfortunately clouted the same cartilage damaged finger knuckles again, on the iron lift-lid as I did so! 
in there since the upgrading work’s been done. Out with the large white bag and trolley to the elevator. Got the resident’s lift almost immediately, and down to the ground floor lift lobby, where I espied a new window cleaners list. I’m down on it, as the man promised, for an 09:00hrs cleaning on for the 3rd September. Then I spotted a hand-written note left. It appears that someone had earlier, torn up the lad’s latest at the time, list, into little pieces? A lady tenant gave whoever did the deed, some written verbals, and a good telling off. Good for her! 
Outside the caretakers were sorting out some bins, and pleasantries were exchanged, and they took the bag off of me.
I saw a slice of lemon on the new bricked sidewalk. Now, where did that come from, I thought. I hope that not like the cigarette butts, from a flat window?
Then realised I had not taken the letters with me from the dentist and opticians. I said I would return with them in the morning. Tsk! What a Ferdrayt I am! 
longer used, of course, thanks to the Coronavirus cocking everything up. 
I got back up to the flat, trolley in the corner, kettle on, and got some potatoes on the slow boil, and added the mushroom I didn’t eat last night. 
few Warfarins and be at risk of bleeding to death or a blood clot? Still, I’m used to being ignored. Hahaha! 
I noticed that the kid’s playground was open again, so zoomed in and took my best effort at picturing the little blighters. It looked at first like there were a lot of the kiddywinks from a distance. But in fact, there weren’t many at all. Probably their day in court. Haha!
The clouds suddenly thickened as I took this shot to my left, showing a part-frontage of the beloved Woodthorpe Court building. 
whistled, sang to myself, and picked my nose. But nothing happened, not the vaguest sign on any movement. Bhlugh!
managed in a long time. Sainsbury’s sweet small new potatoes, potato farls, tomatoes, mushrooms, Royale and plain surimi sticks, both of them were lip-smackingly flavoursome. (Gorgeous!), beetroot and carrot salad vinegarette salad. I sorted out the good from the mouldy seedless grapes, washed them and made a little pot of them, and a pot of lemon yoghourt. I started digested the nosh slowly, savouring each mouthful. A super-duper score of 8.8/10 for the Flavour-Rating! 
two letters on the floor as I went out with them. 
eatening again as I set out, leaving the meal, to take the box to Winchester Court. 
search of Sweet Morpheus. But I wasn’t successful. So, I put the TV on, and for once there was a programme on a murder documentary, that I thought would be worth watching on channel 66. 
02:30hrs: I woke up, struggled up out of the £300, second-hand, uncomfortable, grotty, sickeningly-beige-coloured, c1968, rickety recliner, with the innards in a state of turmoil, grinding away. 
I did see that the, what I thought was a dying-off leg ulcer, seems more likely to in a transportation-mode! It definitely is moving up the leg and towards the centre of the shin, now? Spreading out, but not inflamed at all?
Got things cleaned up, and off to the kitchenette. The BP readings, Sys was down on yesterday, but still too high! The body temperature read as 84.4°f.
Somehow, during the photographing of the sphygmomanometer, I knocked some morning tablets and a capsule off of the counter. What a farce it was trying to find them! I managed to get two of the escapees, but the Pentoxifylline capsule was unfindable, but I may discover it later in the day; when I’m bound to drop something else and search for that? Hahaha! I took the medications, bar one, of course.
I thought I’d take shots of the same area, facing the kitchenette window. Both in Auto-mode. One with the flash off, the one with it switched on. 
dance that seemed to have elements of a soft-shoe-shuffle, the twist, and a waltz in it. Hahaha! 
I took a photograph of the clouds and sky from the kitchenette window, with some of the City Centre high rise buildings highlighted in the morning sunshine as it came out from behind, to greet us good morning.
Decided? Did I have any choice? I told them of my problem getting onto the Zoom sight they use for lessons. No advice was given, not that I could hear everything they were saying properly anyway. 
The door chime rang out, it was the Iceland delivery cometh. Not a lot today, some slightly naughty options had been ordered! Hehe! 
I’d just about got everything away, and the intercom rang out. But it stopped in a few seconds. Obviously, the Vampire Nurse had been let in by a resident. Hristina arrived and let herself in, and soon took my blood, and we had a mini-natter into the bargain. Lovely! ♥
I added these details to the blog. Then got the black bags made up, and onto the three-wheeler. 
ng of the bags done easily enough, but I caught my already injured left little toe between th
Walk. I took hobble along, taking photos en route.
I saw my first person to talk to as I was snapping the new building. Ray, or Roy… er maybe it was Frank, on his disability scooter said good morning, (I think that’s what he said, anyway, Hehehe!) as I moved into the bushes to allow him to pass by.
I went further up Chestnut Walk, enough to get to take this photograph, of the impressive looking Winchester Court. I’m somewhat taken to the colouring that Nottingham City Homes have given the building now. 
The highlight of the day, being able to have a chinwag! I really hope I can get outside proper soon, it’s driving me crazy having to stay inside and suffering Herbert’s noises! 
I got my strong, burly, ripped-stomached, muscular, magnificently-honed body into the main foyer of the building. Alright, I got my wobbly, short, gigantically-bellied body inside the building! Nick-picking! Hahaha! 
Got to the elevators, and sent the contractor’s lift, that was on the ground floor up, and pressed the call button again, to get the resident’s cage to come down. As I took this photograph of the electronic notice board in the lift lobby, the picture on it was changing. 
Getting tired and the fatigue is returning now, along with Shaking Shaun and Shirley. Better get the pork in the oven, in case I nod-off or something. Got the pork, poured a drop of Hoisin on each of the little pieces, and got it in the oven.
Clunk thud! Ah, Herbert’s alright. He’s not been so bad today, no teeth-shaking drilling or bashing of the hammer. Much betterer!
Got the meal served up, and the cooking things in the sink to soak for cleaning later with the dish and other items. 