Monday 24th April 2017
Malay: Isnin April 24, 2017
Woke, shaking a bit, and no memories of any dreams again. Duodenal Donald on form still. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a wee-wee – Little Inchy
Feelings of low-esteem still with me.
I got dressed and took the laundry down and got it going in the only washing machine of the two that was available this morning.
I think the other one conked out on Thursday or Friday?
Then, back up to the apartment and started the diaries on the computer.
Down and moved the things into the dryer, once more up to the flat.
Finished yesterday’s post. Did some WordPress reading. Duodenal Donald was getting worse, took the medications with many swigs of the medicine and an extra 30g Codeine Phosphate with the morning medications.
Down to collect the washing.
Taking a bag of rubbish made up from bits from all the three bins, that it is far too early to throw down the chute, to leave near the caretaker’s door outside.
Took this quick photographicalisation.
Wiped the dryer and around, cleaned the filter and made my way up to the flat.
Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis.
Put the clobber away, things to use next time in the bag and got the kettle on.
Did the Health Checks while waiting.
Updated this post to here.
0435hrs: Gives me plenty of time to do some Facebooking before I have to prepare for the visit to the surgery for the INR Blood Level Test. Got carried away there – Three hours!
Put some nibbles in the bag for the nurse and staff, and got the medicationalising and ablutions done. By the time I’d freshened various parts up and dressed, I had to get a move on so as not to be late for the INR test.
Two resident ladies near the laundry room door in the foyer as I went out, managed a “Good Morning” and a smile to each of them. Olive and Betty I think.
Hobbled down Winchester Street, not a bad morning, nice and fresh, a bit of 
drizzle occasionally. Left up the hill to the crest, and down into Carrington.
Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna were joined by Roger Reflux in giving me some hassle as I walked down the slope to the surgery… the I had to stop because Dennis Dizzy added his halfpennyworth.
This could be a nocive ridden day, I thought?
Dizzy Dennis disappeared (A bit of a mouthful there, sorry) as I entered the surgery waiting room. Booked in and sat down and got the crossword book out. The receptionist called me over, which Arthur Itis was pleased with I hobbled to the desk. She handed me a thick filled envelope. Hello hello, I whispered silently to myself.
It was regarding the request I made six weeks or so ago for the I.D. needs for the bank transfer from the Doctor.
Several notes to and from people hand written in specialist Doctors style.
The last one, Action Pending I could read:
Mr Chambers: Unfortunately Dr Vindla said she cannot do this letter for you.
Fair enough that, at least they let me know. With my luck being as it is I didn’t get any hopes up anyway. Sad innit? Also sorry that Dr Vindla is still off poorly, I wanted to ask what she was off with but didn’t have the nerve to.
The phlebotomist Nurse, Yvonne fetched me in. Did the blood and it was at this point, as I took off the coat, I realised that earlier, I must have put the new trousers in the wash and put the old ones back on again, cause they were there hanging for grim life around my midriff. Tsk!
She patiently but quickly had a look at the Health Checklist I’m printed out and decided that the Sys was far too high and made a note on the computer for the Doctor (The Locum?). And when I have my appointment with him/her on Thursday, I’ve to mention it.
She then pointed out when I asked her if I was doing the temperature correctly, that I wasn’t. Fancy that! I should set a timer for one minute then make contact with the skin under the arm and wait for this timer to run out. Evidently, the thermometer thingymabob pips or beeps three times, when it is done. But of course being hard of hearing I cannot hear it, this is why she suggested using the timer. Good isn’t she! Oh, and I have to wait after turning it on, until the LO shows up before applying it to the skin, easy when someone tells yer! Hehe! From here on, I should get the correct readings I hope. Tsk!
Told her about the depressions and anxiety attacks and she gave me a leaflet/card with some contact numbers on to use if I liked.
Telephone numbers not very much use of course, but she said there are email addresses I can use too. In an effort to start a self-introductory session.
They are being run by the Nottingham City Clinical Commissioning Group it seems. I will be permitted to contact any one of the three numbers on the card. I’ll have a look at each website later. (Got around to this the following day, Tsk!)
Thanked her and gave her the nibbles.
Outside, the rain had stopped completely now, and down through Carrington to the Lidl store. Meandered around finally selecting some English Piccolo Tomatoes, Iced Lollies to replace the ones I left out of the freezer (Huh), plain greek yoghourt, two cheese-topped rolls and some of that they now call Hippopotaspuds!
Here they are in the saucepan later, awaiting water and cooking. Years ago I got some of these from Morrison’s, but they are not available much nowadays. They used to call them Apache Potatoes then. I think I enjoyed them a lot.
Caught a b
us back into Sherwood, the feet were aching now.
Called in the Wilko store to get some more of the Oust kettle descaler packs that I found splendid and efficient, (And cheap there too at £1 for a pack of two, £1.60 at Morrison’s) ready for next time I need them – assuming I don’t croak-out first like, of course.
Also got some cheap kitchen towels, spectacle lens cleaners, a bottle of bleach and some freshness booster.
Out and up the hill to the bus stop. Several other tenants waiting also. Had a chinwag and laughed with them.
Caught the bus and we were all soon squashed in the lift going up. Mabel to floor eight, and the other three of us all to level twelve.
Got in and got the small Hippopotaspuds on a low light, and put the other things away.
Into the wetroom and made use of the Porcelain Throne… well I thought I was going to make use of the Porcelain Throne.
Much wind and rumbling, but no activity. I read the book for a while in hopes that things would start moving… and fell asleep!
There followed a dream that seemed so real, I nearly cried when I woke up to find it wasn’t. Taken from the notes I’d written after the dream, on the toilet paper. Haha!
I was nipper again, walking through the street in the Nottingham Meadows.
Suppose it must have been around 1950. It seemed so real and natural to me that I floated, almost flew a few inches from the roadway and didn’t actually walk…
This photograph in sepia I have found in my files is of one of the roads I was floating through. It was Allport Street off Waterway Street… As I recall?
I don’t think any of the other lads and lasses knew I was there, or they could not see me?
There was a boy I used to pal up with who lived on Blackstone Street back then, who caught polio and passed away; And there he was playing in his back yard with whip and top with his pet dog, Rex. I landed nearby, and to my amazement, he saw me and came over, and we sat on a wall we used to do so often back then, chatted for what seemed ages. No idea what about, but am sure we laughed a lot. Until his Mam called him in for his tea. He left in the fashion we used to; “Tara, see yer later!”
As I was floating down the alleyway back onto the street, I woke up, nearly falling off of the porcelain throne. Felt horribly depressed that the dream was not reality. Hey-ho!
No rear end movement had taken place, I bent down to pick up the fallen crossword book and clouted myself spot on where I hit the head yesterday! Or was it the day before? Anyway, it brought me out of my daydreaming session. Hehe!
Did the last of the health checks, this time using the thermometer correctly.
Got the Hippopotaspuds nosh ready. The small vine tomatoes were tasty.
Last of the chestnuts used up, and Morrison’s no longer stock them online. Not that I could get any anyway, being hopefully in the middle of the card transfer, I can’t use either the old one or new one yet. Messy!
I should find out on Thursday… ah, another prospective messy day there. Got to go off To the Doctors, (must remember all I have to tell him/her) for 0850hrs, Social Hour at 1000hrs, then the Bank to see what’s happening with the account… No wonder the blood pressure is so high. Tsk!
Got the goggle-box on and swiftly as you like this time, despite Duodenal Donald’s attentions, I nodded off in minutes.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair without any hiatus and off for a WRWW.
The Iceland delivery arrived.
So, it was to be baked Cumberland sausages with BBQ sauce and the last of the hastily defrosted frozen bread from the freezer.
It had been a lot warmer today, and again the falling sun was beautiful.
Opening and closing the damned window involved going into the narrow gap to pull out the plug to release it.
Went to do the washing up and the sky was lovely.
much bleeding this time. Returned and cleaned up a bit.
Brrr! Got the new thick socks on, that helped a bit. Can’t complain at £1 a pair, can I?
Popped onto the scales.
Started the Crock-Pot vegetables off. Carrots, leeks, onions, tomatoes and parsnips.
Did some more Facebooking and graphics, etc.
Stirred the Crock-pot. Then I returned and took the empty jars to the bottle bank.
Stirred the vegetables and gravy in the Stock-Pot, tried a piece of parsnip and it was still rock hard. This was after nearly four hours in the slow-cooker? I imagined that dong the fodder in gravy as opposed to the usually salted water might be having an effect here?
Moved the seasoned Crock-Pot vegetables into the saucepan and added some tinned stewed steak in gravy to it. Did the washing of the slow cooker bowl in between stirring the mixture up.
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.
Down again to move the clothes into the dryer.
Wiped the surfaces, sprayed the freshener around and took the gear out of the dryer and folded them into the bag. As I was doing this, Roy from the 11th floor arrived to do his washing.
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?
Took a photograph of the Community Hut/Shed from the bus as we passed it by. It won’t be there much longer, they tell me that is the first thing to get rebuilt in the modernisation procedure over the next three years.
Got the oven going then did a bit more Facebooking while it warmed up, 
Out and through Trinity Square, on the way this lady got a bit annoyed as the ignorant Nottingham Pavement Cyclist skirted around her a bit close like.
Spotted this American Jewellery Set on sale in a shop window, and thought of the TFZ Glitz loving gals. When I took the photo I missed off the price; it had it showing in American dollars? So I might ask the gals if they would like to have a guess how much it was.
Nearly there, the sky darkened suddenly. The wind got up, and it felt a bit cold.
As I got over the hill and started down towards the Woodthorpe Grange Park gates, another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was making his way up the hill towards me.
noticed how thinned out the copse had become.
While checking around to see if any other unwanted items had been left behind, I came across this… er… whatever it is, photographed on the left here?
I reset the selector to the iA position and took the second photographicalisation, which came out as expected?
No emails came in, so I started doing some Facebooking.
I ambled along Chestnut Walk and turned right down into Winchester Hill. It was a bit nippy this morning. 
Walked into Carrington at a nice steady pace as I had plenty of time. I was at one time making a better average speed than the traffic.
done and I gave her the nurses nibbles and went to the bus stop to get a bus into Sherwood, to catch another one, into Arnold, the L9.
realised it was to a far less a degree!
Went to visit Olive.
Did some quick Facebook graphics.
I was soon setting out and up the gravel hill and into Woodthorpe Grange Park and left down the path onto Mansfield Road.
The contents crammed in so much that stuff had been left on top and at the side of it.
Left over the hill and started off down Edwards Lane to the traffic island.
then left along Valley Road, the ring road.
As I departed, the rain came down a bit heavier.
next traffic island. From under the umbrella. I have to say, I’m well pleased with this brolly, nay bother from the wind with it at all. Mind you, it wasn’t very windy, come think of it.
I got the bags and bus-pass and made my way to the bus stop and off to Arnold to get some fresh veg. Had a nice chinwag with one or two on the bus.
Called in to see Olive. She was in fine form again, still telling me off for things. She did not want one of the cream horns. Very kindly Olive rang the Chiropodist that was advertising home visits to see if she could fit me in. Olive said she charges the same as the Foot First who I was not very pleased with on my last visit on Saturday. But of course, a home call to tend to me is a distinct advantage. The woman is to call Olive back later, and I am to call at Olive’s tomorrow at either 0900hrs or after 1600hrs to find out if she can take me on. The nails will need clipping again in four to five weeks. She’s so good to me, bless her cotton socks X
Balsamic Onion and Cheese Quiche, red and yellow tomatoes, beetroot, gherkins, pickled egg, extra blue cheese slices on the top & cheddar cheese cubes… I believe there might have been two fresh cream horns and a pot of mandarins in jelly lurking in the vicinity too?
Observed the hand written note that I’d left next under Koala Katie to remind me of the INR blood test and call at the chemists for my prescriptions.
As I walked down Winchester Hill, a sorrowful sight was beheld:
WRWW, and got the meal cooking. I tried one of the tomatoes I’d bought at Asda, Lancashire grown Tomkin Tomatoes they were called, an odd nobbly rugose shaped.
WRHD session (Again).
Got the fodder prepared.
The weather was glorious.
Into the pound shop Pound Shop and got some cooked bacon. Then over the walkway into Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).
covered cashew nuts.
I was feeling good as I entered the foyer, but when I got around to where the lifts are, though… Flipping ‘eck!
On the 7th floor, I had to stop for a few minutes for a rest.
The cheesy potatoes came out looking good, but the taste buds had not returned to their usual appreciative mode yet, but it went down rather better than the last two meals did.
Ate the meal watching a DVD called ‘Golden Years – Grand Theft OAP’, it was one of the best British comedy films I’ve ever seen.
I checked the Google diary afterwards, to see what I’d have on next week.