I hope this guide and advice to Sanity is anecdotic,
Making it humorous, truthful and not dogmatic…
I reckon that the secret and trick,
Throw in some limited, sporadic slapstick,
Trying to make it read what it is, authentic,
Allowing bits to stray off subject, get frenetic,
Getting it to rhyme can ruin the grammatics,
All a part of my unfortunate written gymnastics!
Getting hopeful of success is something you must never do! Accepting failure, that is really the way forward for you, You must never think that victory is possible, or due, You’ll be disappointed and start feeling blue… When Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas accrue, Expect the worst at all times; hopes must discontinue! Or depression will ensure your dreams are slue!
When disablements arrive, and the mind wanders off, too,
You’ll never again be capable of using a corkscrew!
Toileting involves bleeding, and will it or not pass?
Even multiple distress will affect you having a slash…
Accept it; good luck is not bound for you!
Accommodate failure from pain and hassle; there’s no rescue!
You’ll feel much better when you do!
I know doing as I suggest may seem uncanny, silly, I tell you because I think it is my duty… To pass on my failures and inform you see… From old age and ailments, there’s no bouncebackability, So I use the written word and my verbosity, To help the ankle snappers later in life, from getting panicky…
It’s normal for aged proletariats to wear a toupee atop, You girls may turn out to look like Hetty Wainthroppe?
Which suits me; she gets my remaining desires on the hop! You’ll be less likely to manage a mutton chop, But may get someone to nip down to the wineshop Of course, your needs for fun don’t just stop… However, reviving certain areas will be a dead flop! Which may well bring forth the odd teardrop, Sadly, you have to give up the old Bebop! As did your Dad and Grandpop! And, the Lads will have to give up being a fop!
One thing you’ll get better at is the bellyflop…as such, Falling into bed, and with any luck… No injuries, so you don’t look a schnook! No loose bladder movements to blot your copybook? To hope you sleep better, by hook or by crook… Best to have Guinness or gin midduck!
To me, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger are small fry! Peripheral Neuropathy, on my right side, to undignify! And Saccades in my right eye… Often they may cause a tear and outcry… Not often, though, only when they intensify… While I’m trying to get some shuteye! Press on we must, do or die… That sounded dour? Writing that… but did I? Slipped in by my Alto Ego? I’ll give him a black eye!
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A Bit Of Fun
I came across the name of a mountain.
Does anyone care to guess or tell me where it is in the world?
Of course, I knew straight away. No, I didn’t look it up on the web either… Okay, I did!
0420hrs: Woke, after nodding off and sleeping through seven (Yes, Seven!) blissfully uninterrupted hours! And, waking in the exact same position, as I fell asleep in! But the woolly bob-hat was no longer on my head. Not a problem in reality, but another mystery for the old codger (me) all the same.
I spent a while trying to recall a dream I’d had, something about me climbing on the outside of the block of flats, and being chased? Then, I dismounted from the £300 second-hand recliner, with relative ease this morning, and carried out a search for the missing black woolly hat. But, it was nowhere to be found at this stage. I put the puzzlement away in the storage section, in the file marked “Something else to worry about later” of my grey-cells. Haha!
Went for a wee-wee, washed and got the sphygmomanometer out and did the Health Checks. The readings looked better this morning.
Made a brew and took the medications
Putting away medical equipment and tablets, I could hear a humming noise. I put in the hearing aids and had a wander around trying to locate and or work out what was making the sound, without any luck.
It stopped a few minutes later anyway.
The woolly hat situation was bothering me again. So I had a sauntering session around the other rooms, just in case I might have had a noctambulation and not remembered and left the hat somewhere; although waking in the very similar position to that which I was in at my hypnagogic state, would indicate this is not the case, surely?
Noticed the beautiful view from the junk-room window, and took this photographicalisation.
I had to nip sharpishly back to the Porcelain Throne room. Only Just in time too, blimey talk about a close call! Phew! Another clean-up made a brew for the mug that had gone cold while I was in the evacuation room (Hehe!), then I had a search around for elusive black woolly cap again. No luck!
Got the computer on to update yesterday’s diary. And guess what?
I gave up trying to work on the diaries and went to check on the CorelDraw to see if it might be the computer that was slowing everything down for some reason. CorelDraw was working normally. I turned off the Liberty-Virgin box and did a few minutes prep-work on some graphics.
Ths sun rising from behind Woodthorpe Court kept appearing and disappearing. I got the Lumix and took these pictures from the kitchen window, within a minute of each of them. Bootiful!
Then I tried the WordPress again, the computer was still slow, but it did improve gradually. So I got on with updating the Thursday post and got it posted off!
Time for the ablutions now. Back in a bit folks, TTFN.
I’m back to update things again.
Had a jolly-good ablutioning session. The lesion not too bad, all in all, I’m in a fair condition. (Naturally, I am speaking physically, not mentally, Hehe!)
All readied and off for a walk through my beloved tree Copse. I made this slideshow of photographs later, of the hobble up the and through this delightful coppice.
I intended to try the find the route to the local surgery. Just in case they will accept me as a patient, to see if it is easily accessible.
The other tenants had told me it was down this path I had to go to get to it, and it wasn’t far.
So off into the passageway I hobbled. (the feet were still painful from last Wednesday’s soaking in the rain I got going to Carrington to get to the Sherrington Park Medical Practice.
Ah, I thought, the standard Nottingham Graffiti made me feel at home already.
The naughty young schmucks!
I wondered if it was the same gang of youths and youthessess who had conned someone into letting them into the Woodthorpe Court and stolen the Fire Extinguishers last week from the front lobby and lift area, that still No residents were walking been replaced?
I understand that the Grenfell flats didn’t have any either. Well, that’s what William told me.
I pressed on down the alleyway, and blow me down with a feather duster, I heard the humming noises again, just like those I’d heard earlier?
I exited with a nice view straight in front of me, but a dilemma all the same. Which way do I go now?
Decision making and taking have not been my strong point for a few years now. (I know, but becoming a klutz was inevitable, all my male family members over the years have gone the same way. Humph!)
I decided the road to the right, would bring me out too early.
So went straight on and down the hill.
No residents were walking about for me to inquire of for the location of the medical centre.
I pressed on, thinking that if I took a right at the bottom of the road, I would be well positioned to come out somewhere near the doctor’s establishment.
I limped on down to the bottom.
It was a dead end! Which proved to be wrong later, but had I taken it, when I looked at the map to make the route photo, I’d have missed the centre).
So I about turned and started to walk back up the road.
I did feel a right schlemiel.
I stopped and looked down each of the four side-roads on the hill. But my ambivalence and shilly-shallying proved too much for me to make up my mind whether to try one of these routes or not.
Salvation presented itself to me, as a man, woman and dog appeared across the road.
I approached them and made inquiries as to where the Medical Centre was. It was along the next road down the hill, and they were going that way.
“Follow us”, the pair said pleasantly. I tried, but they were too fast for me to keep up. Tsk!
They kindly stopped well ahead of me at the end of the road, and I could see the lady saying something to me, but not hear what it was. Then the lady pointed, and I knew she meant it (The doctors), was here. I put up my thumb in thanks.
I pressed on and found the clinic building on the corner of the bend in Elmsmere Gardens.
The entrance was further on when I arrived there, I stood building-up the confidence to go in to ask them if they are taking on patients
I thought I’d nibble a couple of the sugar-snap peas I’d taken with me. As I stood up from grubbling in the bag for the peas and looked up, I was surrounded by people; patients and nurses! The gentleman with his face blanked-out asked me not to show his face. So I respected his request.
The Fire Alarm had activated. Giving me the perfect excuse not to go in. Chicken-livered old twit! I think it may have been their Guardian Angels that set the alarm off? Cause if they take me on, they will soon find out what a nuisance me and my ailments will be to them. Haha!
I walked down Ellesmere Gardens onto and down left onto Mansfield Road. Passing as neat a piece of Nottingham Street Art I’ve seen for some time.
I walked down the hill and up it to the Continental Store in Sherwood.
On the walk down, I got the feeling everyone was looking, staring at me for some reason. Most disconcerting. I looked down to make sure I’d got my trousers on, not jammies, shoes, not slippers and my zip was done up. Mmm?
Into the Continental Food Store, where I bought a few bits after having a look around for a while.
I got a small sliced continental loaf of bread, a can of Turkish patlican kizartma (Fried Sliced Eggplant) and one tin of bean stew with pork. Not a cheap spend, but I know I do enjoy the bean stew and bread. The eggplant was a brain-storm decision I think. Tsk! I’ve no idea what it tastes like?
I paid the lady and departed. As I hobbled down to Winchester Street, I decided to walk back up to the Birds shop, and get some cream cakes, three, one each for Obergruppenfurheress Deana and Sturmscharführer Julie as a treat for their weekend break, and one for me.
Paid up, and back out to Winchester Street Hill, in the hopes that an L9 bus may be due, and save me the struggle up back to the flats.
Regrettably, the next L9 was due in 55 minutes. Ah, well!
Half-way up, before the really steep part of the road is to be tackled, I stopped a couple of minutes, to rest the plates-of-meat.
I’d was stood with a view of both blocks of flats in the distance. So took a photograph of them.
The blocks looked so peaceful from far away. If only, folk knew the truth. Hahaha!
Getting close to the last really steep part of Winchester Street and the petrichor from the overgrown bushes that had forced their way through the fencing to arrive at the sun was lovely to smell.
That last short bit of the hill was crippling for my feet. Anne Gyna was not too happy about climbing it either. But Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald were all okay with it, and no pains form them at all on the journey? I’m not whining over this at all, but I was a little confused by this good fortune – I’m not familiar with or used to it, you know. Hehe!
I stopped at the top when I reached Chestnut Walk and took a photo of the welcoming sight that greeted me.
I called in the Wardens Den and handed over the cream cakes to Oberstleutnant Warden Julie.
At least I brought a smile to her face, bless her cotton socks. I like giving little treats occasionally.
As I walked, well, limped, well, hobbled back to the flat, I noticed how well the Willmott Dixon lads had done with the under-cladding fitting to Woodthorpe Court. I reckon they had done another three floors, judging by the colouring of the outer walls.
The khaki bits are where they have done so far. Still, a lot more to be done yet, mind. Then the actual cladding to go on as well. Furthermore, the other block of flats, Winchester Court, will then need doing.
I’d enjoyed that little ramble out and about this morning.
The worker-lads doing the outside of the block were giving it some hammer when I got in the apartment. And they are not working on my side of the building yet! Still, it’s all part of the Governments ‘let’s-kill-off-the-old-uns-and-save-money’ policy, I expect. I can be a bit humorously quixotic at times. Hehehe!
Knowing the noise is from the workers, makes it acceptable, but Herbert up above me was joining in, although not for long, with his clattering, tap-tapping and… Sorry, I forgot about my being told to just put up with it.Naughty me!
I divested myself of the coat, changed into my slippers, took the hearing aids out, put the kettle on and the oven on low then went for a wee-wee. It will be interesting when the drilling gets right outside the flat. However, no avoiding it and it is for our own good, you know. Well, any of us tenants who live long enough to get the benefit of increased electricity bills thanks to the new heaters. We can play with the bits of… Tsk! I’ve done it again, almost mentioning something that I have been banned from putting on my blog. Silly boy!
I put away the fodder I’d bought. Then got the computer on and began to update (In between wee-wees) this hogwash. It took me ages, due to the many pointless photographs I took while out and about. But I can’t help it, please forgiveth me.
So tired now, but not feeling weary at all, yet.
Some mail was delivered. A rubbish Can-I-sell-You Catalogue, The GUM clinic and the DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin results. I’m glad this arrived, cause the caring Sherrington Medical Centre decided not to inform me of anything about the blood test… well, not as yet anyway. But, it was good news. The INR level was very close to the target figure at 3.2 (3.5-target). The doses until 16th May are easy to remember, 2 a night all the way through.
The clinic letter was not such good news. Just my luck, I get the IRN within range so they can do the op at the clinic next week, and they cancelled it again but gave me a date for it three weeks late. Not their fault, the specialist is poorly. I can almost guarantee that the INR level will be too low or high by then, and prevent it going ahead once more.
Still, things are okay today. Apart from the cramps that have just started in the elbows and hands again. Maybe the joints are something else though, I’ve never had this problem before? You’ve got to laugh!
Making a mug of tea and I took this picture out of the kitchen window, and it inaugurated me speculating when I looked at it while resizing it.
It opened a lot of thoughts as the brain went off on one it’s wandering incoherent trails of utter confusion, a melange of inconceivability…
I hate the wide window sills that prevent me from taking good photographs.
I love seeing the dogs taking their owners for a walk in the park.
I admire the car owner who can manage to reverse into the parking space.
I’m worried about the tree Copse not thickening out.
♫Where have all the people gone, long time passing, where have all the…♫ Sorry about that, I’m losing it? Especially now: I can’t get the tune out of my head. Hehe!
What day is it?
Better take the medications and get the Health Checks done now
Got the Health Checks sorted out.
I got the spuds in the oven and returned to the computer, to close it down.
Had a wee-wee, wash and got into the jammies, just in time for the nosh to be prepared when the potatoes had cooked nice and brown and crispy!
It took a good while to get the fodder presented on the plate. Why did you ask? I hope, hehe!
Well, I got the shakes while sorting it all out, had to retrieve the dropped rashers of bacon, which took an inordinately long time for me to get back up afterwards. Then to wash the bacon. By which time the almost perfectly cooked for once sliced seasoned potatoes had started to go cold! Ei! Ei! The tomatoes were delicious.
But, I ate it all, and although with a certain amount of guilt, I enjoyed the cream cake muchly!
After several hours of complete failure to get to sleep. I felt tired enough, but the tormenting mind was waffling and rambling away about everything, analysing each thought, worry or fear; and along came a new one and the previous concern was forgotten about all together?
In the early hours, I gave up on getting any sleep at all and got up, deciding to do the laundry. Humph!
0340hrs: No mental-brooding when I awoke, the urgency of needing a wee-wee overtook all the mind-tricks this morning.
In my haste to get free of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room, once again I knocked over the stuff on the small Ottoman; the empty bottle of lemon and lime spring water, the camera, the pen, pad, pain-gel and empty tablet pot. There were no stubbing of any toes this Monday. (Just as well, cause the left foot big toe is still hurting from yesterdays butting! Hehe!)
Again, the wee-wee was of long duration. Going to wash the hands, and there was no hot water coming from the tap. Heck! Into the kitchen and immediately knew what the problem was; Muggins here had left the hot water tap running in the sink! So much for the idea of my having an early wash and shave. It may take a few hours for the water to heat up. Argh, fool!
Got the kettle on and went to sort out the front room and Ottoman. Retrieving the notepad with the other things from the carpet, I noticed I had done some scribbling on it, a page and a half, actually. Seems I’d had a dream and made some reminder-notes about it. The totally ineligible scrawl revealed very little about the nightmare. Canal, wooden boat, shame, soap suds and buxom girls were the only words I could decipher for 100%. Extreme uglyography.
Back to the kitchen, and got the Health Checks done for this morning. Then made up last weeks record. The sphygmomanometer operated first try.
Then I got the computer on and finalised the tedious and mundane Sunday post. Next, I started this one off up to here, then posted yesterday’s off.
0735hrs: Went to make another brew, and the hot water was coming through now. So I got the stand-up wash, teggies, shaving and medicationalisationing were done; during which the utilisation of the Porcelain Throne was tended to; Oh dearie me! Messy!
I got the bags sorted to the waste chute, and myself togged up and set off. With the hindrance of an odd EQ sensation, of problems to follow.
Called in the warden’s shack. Where I spoketh with the Nottingham City Home’s Oberleutnantess Housing Patch Manager (HPM), Angela Gould.
I cannot repeat on this blog anything I talk about or what is said between Nottingham Home representatives and myself. Fair enuf, I’ll keep schtum then.
Had a natter and a few laughs with some tenants. Mary, Cyndy, Penny, Welsh Bill and few others. Caught the bus into town to take some photographs of the St George’s Day celebrations in the Slab Square.
I tried to take a photograph of Clumber Street when I arrived in town. But the camera would not allow me to, it was now fully kaputt!
So, I called into the Jessops camera shop and perused those on offer. I found one, the exact same model Lumix as the one that had packed-up on me. I decided to buy this model, as I should be able to operate it without too much hassle, surely? By the time I’d just started growing hair on my head again, an assistant approached me. I could tell I’d disappointed him with my opting for one of the cheaper older cameras. His look of dejection almost made me feel guilty!
Then, again. I could not find my card to pay him with. He said he’d keep the camera to one side, because it was the last of the older models in stock, for me to return to purchase from him later. Then, a smidge of panic set-in. Had I lost it? I felt sure I’d moved everything from the big coat to the sleeveless one?
Back to the bus stop to return home and search for the plastic. I caught a number 40 bus that I can drop off of on Winchester Street, and hopefully get to the flat and find the card, and still catch the next L9 back to town.
The bus was cram-packed and very busy en route.
I sat down on one of the side-saddle seats. Then a lady with a pram got on, and I moved to another place, to allow her in. She stood on my right foot, a big gal she was too. Tsk!
Then, a lady with one of those dangerous potentially deadly four-wheeled shopping trolleys got on at the next stop. She hit my chin a fair-wallop with the cart!
I alighted the vehicle, more limpingly than I got onto it. Hehe! Fretting on and off about the loss or mislaying of the card, I made my way as fast as I could manage, across the road and down back to the flats.
I got in, straight to the new heavy coat, and breathed a quick sigh of relief at finding the missing object and transferring it into the sleeveless jackets zip-pocket. Then out again sharpishly to get the next L9 bus, due out in ten minutes from Chestnut Walk.
I realised that I might now be too late and miss the Parade. Caught the bus with minutes to spare and help from it arriving a few minutes late.
In town, I was hobbling and hastening into the Slab Square when Sister Jane rang. Told me to meet her at Brian Clough’s statue on King-Queen street junction. So I did.
I met up with them, but we had missed the big parade. I fiddled with the camera and got it going, it kept sticking with the zoom thingy half open and having to be forcibly encouraged to complete the motions in and out. This spoilt the occasion and made for some pretty bad photos, some not worth printing. But, a few decent ones were produced, more from luck than any skills on my part. We had an excellent nattering and stroll around as the crowds were breaking up. We made the best of it.
Brother-in-law Pete was using a new fandangled tool on his new camera, that allowed him to take photographs of behind where he stood. Natty looking machine.
Here are the results of my efforts.
And, here is Pete’s from his latest fancy new Galaxy (I think?) camera and elegant extension.
We parted, farewells given, and I went off to the Jessops camera store to collect the new-old Lumix. There was only one person serving, lunchtime you see. I gave up waiting in the end.
Limped to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street and caught it back home to the flats.
Penny and a friend got on, and I listened to their chinwagging and laughter between them. This cheered me up a bit after all the Whoopsiedangleplops of the day so far.
The chin where the lady on the bus hit me with the trolley was stinging a bit. I took a look and found a decent bruise. Huh!
Exchanged farewells with Penny on the 11th floor and got in the flat, with mixed feelings. Annoyed and irritated by the Whoopsiedangleplops, cheered at seeing Sister Jane and frustrated that I’d lost so much of the day by losing the card. Oh, and I felt so tired and weary now.
I dug out the old tiny Nikon Coolpix camera an put two-AA batteries in it, and it worked. I might not go back for the new Lumix camera I was looking at in the shop, but I might. Hehehe!
Then I got the Robirch oven sausages that had to be consumed by tomorrow and got them cooking. The label said on 240° for 35 minutes. Put a jar of the tomato & basil garlic flavoured sauce in the pan on low.
Then did the Health Checks and took the medications. Had a wee-wee that I thought may never end. Haha!
Turned the sausages in the oven. I noticed there was no smell coming from them when I took them out and added them to the saucepan.
Got the nosh served up and ingested.
Well pleased with the flavour of the sausage.
Fell asleep and had a dream, in which I was being chased in underground tunnels for what seemed days… somehow escaping the clutches of the blood-covered almost zombie-like mob who were in pursuit. Getting fed-up with this, I bravely stopped, turned to face them and shouted something like; “Go on them, take yer blood, tear me into pieced and cook my head in garlic and seaweed – Do yer best you &*()%’s!” And they did. I seemed to be still alive while my head, boiling away in the saucepan, I asked them to add some onion-salt?
I woke with a start, off for a wee-wee. Washed and did the last Health Checks and back with my head down to watch some TV. I was off in the land of Nod in minutes.
1435hrs: I’d been waking and nodding off all night. Feeling unwell and uptight with the noise from that ‘Swine’ in the flat above. I hope he drops dead today! No, sorry about that, I meant I hope he drops dead painfully and slowly today. This would be some recompense for the anguish and physical pain the ‘Git’ has put me through with his clattering and banging about up there! Huh, feeling guilty again for saying that, already now. That bit of venom and resilience didn’t last long.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
The Sys dipped again, but the Pulse went up from 79 to 95! I blame that noisy palooka Herbert upstairs, and the care staff for not stopping his noises every weekend, and sometimes in the week, for this situation.
I went to check on my Enoxaparin and noticed three bits of mail had been posted through the letterbox. Not opened them yet.
I got the photographs ready to go in the updating of the Saturday post and tweaked them on CorelDraw.
0340hrs: Off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dearie me! I had a right job removing the PPs. Blood on both front and back, some dried bits were reluctant to come free without lubrication. I’ll have an exciting time sorting things out when I get the ablutions and medicating done later. Ah-well!
Washed and went to the kitchen to make another brew of tea, to replace the one that went cold.
The slightly misty sky had a blue hue to it this morning. So I got the camera to take a picture of it. A little eerie I thought.
Then I went to the spare room to see if the giant-crane lads had packed up, or would they be returning once more today. The fears of the man upstairs starting his banging about again, ever-present in mymind.
It looked like they had all gone, no signs of any vehicles or tackle were spotted.
I wonder how much the taking down of the Orange communication mast had cost them?
I got the Saturday (And a horrendously noisy and illness invoking Saturday it was!) post finalised and posted off.
Then I made a start on this post.
Then went on CorelDraw to try again to get some head-top graphics made up. I got this one done for the TFZers.
The TFZer gal I couldn’t get to fit in it, the incredible Patricia. She is dancing away again I see, with Thomas this time.
Me? I’m sweeping up at the back. Hehe!
I got back to concentrating on the Diary Page Headers again, on CorelDraw. Got two done before the fatigue set in yet, my attention waned. The interest attenuated.
I heard noises on and off, but they were acceptable, and I was not entirely sure where they were coming from either, this time.
I commenced making a very early-for-me meal.
Set the timer for the oven chips and returned to the £300 second-hand recliner.
Had a quick bash on Facebooking. Jenny had asked me if I wanted to report the noise from BBJ up above officially. I thanked her and said yes. Mainly, not to cause any bother, instead avoid going through another nightmare Saturday like the last one. I can usually cope with his banging and clanging about, but when I feel under the weather like this weekend, it was too much to contend with. Thanks, Jenny.
Turned off the computer.
The bird-poo on the balcony window didn’t seem any worse than yesterday.
I did the Health Checks, then got the nosh served up.
The taste was alright. Gave it a 7.5/10 rating.
Washed the pots and settled down. Surprisingly I drifted off quickly for an hour or so. Then shot awake with the mind fretting away over my having to report BBJ, and Duodenal Donald giving me stick.
Sitting there I started to drift off again, and shadows broke the sunshine coming through the dirty inside balcony windows. I had the camera nearby on the Ottoman and took these romantic pictures. Hehe!
Nodded on and off for another hour or so, but the worrying was too much, and I got up again and did the ablutions. Good shower etc. There was minimal bleeding from the lesion or Hemorrhoid Harold.
At least the noise problem was nowhere near as evil today.
Made a brew and got the computer back on to update this diary.
Went on to the WordPress Reader.
Then got to the comment reading and replying.
Eyes drooping. But I did some Facebooking, as I had the feeling that sleep was not going to come quickly.
00305hrs: Gor-blimey, I’m feeling rough this morning. Not the usual ailments to blame. I’m just feeling tired and depressed for some reason. Tired, after having an excellent long six-hour dream-filled sleep, and as for why I’m so pessimistic, I have no idea. And, Sister Jane and Pete should be calling to visit later.
Like a robot, I fell out of the £300 second-hand recliner and got the Health Checks done. The brewing in readiness for a Porcelain Throne session already bubbling and fermenting away in the innards. It’s going to one heck of an evacuation when it comes, methinks.
Made a brew and took the medications.
I took this photo through the balcony door window. It dawned on me, that when the actual balcony is in place outside, I’m not going to able to take shots like this, because of all the small panes of glass and frames that will be installed.
See? I’m already finding faults, to fuel the depression. Tsk!
Computer turned on, and I started this blog. Then went to finish yesterdays. All done and posted off.
WordPress reading next.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Messy, very much so. Heck of a job cleaning up afterwards. Thinking of cleaning, I decided I’d better get some done in the flat before Sister Jane comes to judge, scrutinise, criticise, probe, and appraise what I’m doing wrong or failing to do. Hehe! Only joking! (I think, we’ll see what occurs during her investigation first?)
0500hrs: Back in a bit.
0748hrs: I’m back. I swept (Don’t want to use the hoover too early in the day, mustn’t upset the neighbours) and mopped the kitchen floor.
At one point, I injudiciously got a bowl of water, cloth and put some Flash in it, then bent down on my knees so I could get to clean where it really was dirty behind the door.
It took me longer to get back up on my feet than it did to clear-out the corner! And now I have the attention of Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna to put up with. Confoundations!
Apparently, some things were, with the best will in the world, beyond my capabilities to mend, repair or put-right. substantial
The two holes in the kitchen floor and many more on the wall beneath the unwanted new windows. Kindly left for me when the Willmott-Brown engineers installed it, too close to to the cupboard that I could not open the door or drawer.
The new wider-window ledge that blocks my view when looking down to see if any Emergency vehicles are on site when an Alarm goes off. It is already scratched and stained – but is inaccessible to me for cleaning. I cannot get to it cause the window is too broad and far back for me to reach.
The foam filling that the Nottingham City Homes Maintenance & Repair bloke put in to fill the massive hole behind the ventilation cover: Which came out seconds after he had left (in a hurry) and ran down the wall over the tiles and electricity sockets.
– 5.The cracks to the left of the new windows that need plastering. The even bigger and broader holes left to the right of the windows that need plastering. But, they do offer some entertainment as flying insects, with meat flies often appear from deep within the wall.
I just thought I’d mention it.
Made a brew and did the Health Checks early, in case I forget during the Royal Visit. He-He!
Back to updating this post. I heard a loud thudding noise, but could not identify where it came from.
Went to get the ablutions done. I had a wee-wee, then a good shave. Did the teggies. Then got under the shower. Another high-level noise the sounded like something substantial has been dropped on a hard floor. Had a look around, but found not from where it emanated. Bit worrying this? Then the shower unit started making a loudish bleeping noise, and the water stopped flowing. Lights flashed with Water Supply unavailable and Reset. I could not see a reset button anywhere on the unit. So, I turned off the power supply box and tried again, with the same water failure results?
I gave up. Trust this to happen when there is no one ‘Official’ on site for another 53hrs. I got the rear-end and front bottom medicated after drying off.
Went to make a cup of tea.
Took this shot of the Tree Copse, catching the grotty balcony support that has been stripped down and is awaiting the arrival of some sub-contractor company later in the year, to install the balconies.
I went in the spare room, to have another look to see if I might spot whatever the two earlier noises had been, but could not see anything likely to have been the cause of them.
Taking another photograph of the garages at the end of the road, and an urgent need arose for me to return to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy, but not bloody at all evacuation.
Back to the computerisationing session.
Gone 1100hrs, so Jane and Pete should be here anytime now.
1115hrs: The intercom chirped into life. Jane and Pete had arrived. They had recorded the QMC programme for me to disc, they also gave me a batteryless little torch to put in as a raffle prize for the Social Hour. Hope I remember by Thursday.
We had a Super-Gossip. I must say they both looked grand, I’m glad to report. During which Pete had a look at the heaters, reassured me with a smile on his face, that the plasterers should have no bother in patching up the windows and door. (Him being somewhat of a handyman, Par Excellence). Please don’t let him know I said this. Hehe!) They will not know how much I appreciated the visit. Super-duper!
They departed, and I went as far as the elevator with them, but boy oh boy, was it cold out there, with the wind blowing in the massive vents on the outer walls! Brr! Said our farewells and I returned to the flat and had a wee-wee and tended straight away to the Fungal Lesion as it has started bleeding a while back, but I didn’t want to upset the chinwagging session at the time. Of course, this meant I was too late to wave cheerio to them from the kitchen window. But, with the new full-width ledges, I’m not sure they would have seen me, or me them for that matter. Tsk! Sorted things and medicated with the Daktacort cream.
Then I realised I had not asked Pete to take some photographs for me! Twit!
Back on CorelDraw to do some more work on the draft pictures.
Did the Health Checks.
Got the Cumberland Pie covered with extra grated Leicester cheese on top, and into the oven. Added two, one-day out-of-date potato cakes for the last ten minutes. The last of the beef slices, sliced apple and sliced tomatoes were added to the plate.
This went down nicely with the Lemon yoghourt afterwards.
Luckily, I had consumed about 85% of this meal, before I dropped off to sleep while eating it! Klutz.
I cleaned up and put on a Goodnight Sweetheart DVD. Stayed awake for two episodes, nodded-off and woke up as the sixth episode was ending.
Once again, I heard a loud noise, but could not identify where it emanated from. But it sounded close. I felt that Anne Gyna had left th body and Duodenal Donald was getting worse.
Within seconds I’d gone to sleep again. Only for Duodenal Donald to keep waking me with his stabbing pains. Tsk! I got up and took an extra pain-killer and a swig of the innefectual antacid medicine.
0235hrs: Woke feeling a bit cold and coughing. Then realised, as the brain slowly stuttered into a life of sorts, I was wearing my trousers and not the jammie bottoms? Remembered then, about last night’s farce, and understood why. The mind refused to operate logically, but the body seemed to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner of its own accord. Off for a wee-wee. The brain engaged when the lesion started bleeding. Cleaned and medicated things and to the kitchen.
Kettle on, and took this photo of the morning view. The blue moon sneaking through the thick clouds. The lift from the new build site seemingly pointing this out to me.
The ailments were all being nice to me. A bit worrying this. Hehe!
Made a mug of tea, nipped back to the wet room for another wee-wee.
Did the Health Checks. With the INR Warfarin results suddenly being so high, at 4.6, from last weeks 1.1, I hoped the excessive bleeding would not start again.
When I did the graph update for the DVT unit, I noticed that the pulse had been gradually going down for a few days: 98 – 88 – 87 and today down further to 81. I could not help but wonder if this is a sign that the mechanical ticker might be running down? Just a thought.
I got the computer on and began to update the Wednesday diary. Didn’t get it finished until gone 0500hrs.
A sudden demand for the Porcelain Throne was responded to. There was minimal bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. However, when the evacuation was completed the resultant lingering malodorously mephitic aroma had even me, coughing and spluttering.
Started this blog off up to here. Then did some WordPress Reading.
There I was, sat sitting waiting and hoping that the Virgin Internet might come back on, and I noticed an incredible looking bird out through the window, that was perched on the scaffolding. I whipped out the SD card from the computer and got it in the camera ready to take its picture. The feathered beast looked like an ornament, all smooth, it was coloured grey with black and white markings at its tail end and around its neck. Only a small creature, about the size of a sparrow. Maybe a little larger. As I began to focus and zoom in on it, in a flash, it was gone! It was like I blinked, seeing it beforehand and it was gone by the time the wink had finished. (Hope that makes sense?) I didn’t even notice it fly off. I’ll have to look up some birds on the internet later. Because this fascinated me.
With it being the holiday weekend, I went to check on the L9 buses and days they will be operating. But…
So I need to get some fresh foods in stock. I must remember to try and see Jenny, and give her some of the meals from the fridge for the poorly lady, Doris I think.
Did the next Health Checks to save time later. Time to get the ablutions done now. Had an excellent scrub-up and got the black bins sorted and dropped in the waste chute. Got prepared and off out to call at the Social Shed to see if Doris might need some of the meals. I can ask Obergruppenfurheress Deana, Untersturmbanfuhrer Julie or Jenny if any one of them is in the hut.
Took this photo of the compound, cause I thought it might come out as a ‘Moody’ one. But it didn’t. Hey-ho!
I strolled come limped along slowly to the Warden’s hut. No one there all locked up.
So I proceeded in a downhill Northerly direct on Winchester Street. (Haha!)
This morning the clouds were hidden by a light eerie mist high up in the sky.
Only the plates-of-meat (feet) were giving me any hassle on the way down. They were in a terrible state. However, none of the other ailments caused me any concern at all.
Right and up Mansfield Road and into the Co-op store to see what fresh tomatoes they had on offer. All Spanish (Not tasty, their vegetables this time of year from España) Come think of it, they are pretty lousy tasting any time of the year!
So, I left and hobbled up to the Wilko Store, cunningly avoiding the avaricious Big Issue Seller outside the Co-op. It’s just that someone with three mobile phones asking for money finds me a little unresponsive. I wanted to see how much they (Wilko) charged for Germolid cream if they stocked it, and the same with the dust covers. I can use these in the following upcoming messy jobs to be done in the flat.
I ended up spending £24.70 in the shop! But, I did get a bottle of liquid soap, Garlic capsules, Nasal decongestant, a large Tarpaulin cover, two smaller thinner dust covers, a roll of 40mm black bags, a packet of yoghourt covered peanuts and a small tube of Germoloid Triple Action cream. That cost me £3.50 for a tiny 25g tube. I did a search earlier in-between The Virgin Media Internet going down. Germaloid 25g Triple Actions require payment of £3.99 at Boots, £3.79 at Hyperdrug, 2 for £11.29 on Amazon, and £3.19 plus delivery, whatever that will cost online at Express Chemists. And at BluKoo, they want £5.40 a tube! So, I think I got a bargain. Sadly a deal I shouldn’t have needed, having now received the tube of Anusol Haemorrhoid cream yesterday, that my kind Doctor Vindla supplied for me via a prescription on Thursday. I’ve tried it three times now, but find it very disappointing, ineffective I’m afraid. The Germoloid cream, although I have to pay for it, is so much more useful for me, where the Anusol is not anywhere asbeneficial in giving relief, for my Harold’s Haemorrhoids.
I paid the lady on the checkout, and left, walking back down the hill, on the outside of the pavement, thus avoiding the ‘Three Phone’ Big Issue seller again, and to Winchester Street Hill, and started the uphill trek back to the flats. Within a couple of minutes, Anne Gyna let me know her displeasure. I had to keep stopping all the way up the steep, long hill. But, it gave me many opportunities to take some local photographicalisations.
As soon as I turned left onto Chestnut Walk, Anne Gyna started to ease off. And I appreciated this so much, as I slowly returned to my usual magnificently muscled ripped body and energy, and jogged along at a rapid rate of knots, to the Wardens Shed. Hehehe!
As I found the place still locked-up, it slowly dawned on this Coup de maître of memory-loss, that it was a holiday, Good Friday! Chuffing heck: has Inchcock the Nottingham pensioner lost it or is he still just in the process of losing it?
So, that is the reason why there are no workers or staff on site today! This also means a Saturday bus service today, none on Sunday and none on Monday! What a memerisationalistical nincompoop I am!
Feeling discouraged and disappointed in myself, I pressed on limping back to the flat, without seeing a soul around.
I perked up a bit when I saw the electronic information board next to the lifts, though. Seems I did the whole trip down, shopping and got back up the challenging Winchester Street Hill, all in a just over two hours. Although it felt like four hours. Haha!
Got the covers and bits of food stored away, and started to update this diary. For a while anyway, because…
Got on with the last, very early Health Checks.
The pulse-rate continues to fall still. Mmm?
The internet came back on after resetting failed, my turning it all off and starting again solved it.
I tried to go on TFZers on Facebook, but it was so slow, and then, once again…
I turned it all off and went into the kitchen, to sort out what would be for dinner later. I opted for bacon and sausage in tomatoes. Had a wee-wee. Checked the door for any mail. An envelope with £2 in it had been posted through the box. It was from Jenny. I assume it was payment as she insisted yesterday, for the Fresh Cream Scones I handed her. Bless her Cotton Socks!
I took the medications and went back to the computer, and it was working again. Updated this blog. It took me ages to get up to here.
Mate BJ rang. Wanted to know if I’d like to go to the Papplewick Pumping Station Steaming with him and David on Sunday. Proof once again of my rotten luck, ill-fortunes and merciless everyday disasters! If Sister Jane and Pete had not changed their day to visit me from Friday to Sunday, I would have jumped at the chance for a half-day out at the PPS and enjoyed it so, I’m sure. Ah well. Too late now. I had to explain things to John, and felt terrible about it.
There was then a dirty-great whooshing sound from somewhere close. I could not make out where from or what it was. Of course, it is impossible with the new windows, to look out and down, although I tried. A little later there were drilling noises from somewhere. I know the workers have the next four days off (Friday to Tuesday) so it won’t be them. It might be Big Bad John? But if it is, he’ll be making the noise in a different room, I think.
Got the bacon in the oven while I worked on the computer. Then when cooked, I added it to the tomatoes in the saucepan, while I wrapped up the computer working.
I savoured the nosh of canned chopped tomatoes with added Balsamic Vinegar and basil, smoked streaky bacon and hot dog sausages with two slices of the Lancashire Thorough Bread.
Put the tray on the other chair and drifted off to sleep while trying to watch something, oh yes, The A-Team, on TV.
Woke, and got the pots washed-up.
An eerie mist descended upon Sherwood.
Back to the recliner with a mug of Fresh Orange Juice.
Settled and saw that some Hetty Wainthropp Investigates was coming up on the goggle-box. But, I nodded off when the first set of adverts came on.
Woke as the credits were scrolling down the screen at the end of the last episode of the Hetty Wainthropp Investigates finished. Sacré bleu!
Hearing noises from Big Bad John in the flat above again, put me in a low-mood. Tsk!
(0057hrs) But updated to BST 0157hrs: Woke up coughing and sneezing, in a right state. Shaking and shivering for a few minutes. But as the brain engaged with the body thongs returned to normal and there were no signs of sniffles, coughs or sneezes? Had I dreamt this?
With surprising agility, I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner and into the wet room. Had a wee-wee. Inchies small lesion was tended to, cleaned up, and the PPs were changed. I changed the big clock on the fireplace. Then the one in the kitchen and the one near the computer.
Back to the kitchen, via the wet room for another wee-wee, and got the Health Checks done and medications were taken. Made up the listings for the Haematology Anticoagulation & Deep Vein Thrombosis unit.
Updated the Sunday post and got it posted off. A few comments read, appreciated and replied to. Then I went on to the Reader page.
The coughing and sneezing seem to be coming in short little bursts. After a minute or two, I seem to be back to normal, then sometime later, another round starts again? Very odd.
I put on a 1.5hr YouTube Chernoble documentary and watch it all the way through. Why? I’ve no idea.
Ablutions were tackled, medicationalisationing taking the most time. Thank heavens, for the efficient but expensive Germoloid Cream! Hehe!
I opened the window as far as I was permitted with the locks still being on, to take a photo of down below to my left. Had to get the camera-strap on the right wrist and thread both hands, one in each break, through the narrow gaps and stick my hands out as far as they would go, then look through the glass at the screen on the back of the Panasonic Lumix. I clouted the left wrist and the right knuckles threading the limbs back in between the plastic covered security-wires!
This served me right! My own silly fault. Especially after saying I would not take any more low photographs from the kitchen window again, because it is too complicated and risky to get out safely with the camera, and hitting my head twice yesterday morning, doing it then! I am a nincompoop!
And, also, as-well-as and besides; Can you see the dirty-great window shelves sticking out? The one on my windows is filthy with red dust, bird poo and large deep, dirt filled scratches on it already! But, the worst thing is it blocks the views. Very disappointing, another annoyance, aggravation, bedevilment, bug, vexation, exasperation, frustration, irritation and nuisance. Kindly implemented from the well-intentioned caring Nottingham City Homes and the well paid Willmott-Brown conglomerates, tour de force.
To irritate me more, there is knocking coming now from BBJ (Big Bad John) above. Frown!
I shouldn’t moan really at all. However, the niggles, appointment changes, workmen not arriving when they say they will, changes they make at short notice, the dirt and mess, the noise, the missed… Oh, sorry. I’m bleating, blathering and babbling on again!
Got dressed and made sure the black bags were sorted and placed near the door so I didn’t forget to take them to the chute with me on the way down when I went out.
All ready to go out, and a final double check on the taps, lights, computer, TV, windows, heaters, cooker and crock-pot to make sure I’d not left anything on. And off I went, dropped the bags down the chute, and into the lift. Stood there with my demented mind running off to its own thoughts, fears and frustrations.
It was a couple of minutes before I realised I’d not pressed the button for the ground floor. Tut-tut!
Out onto Chestnut Walk on my way to the OBergrippenfhureress Wardens Temporary HQ and Social Shed; I stopped to take this picture of Woodthorpe Court.
I didn’t see any tenants all the way to the hut. This seemed almost strange to me. Plenty of workmen milling about, though.
Got inside the hut and offered a cheery Good Morning to the wardens in the little room. Only three tenants in there. Plenty more outside at the bus stop, smokers I assume.
I was a little worried about Welsh Bill, mind. He looked fine and chatted well. But there was not a single insult, put-down or sarcastic comment thrown in my direction from him. I hope he is alright.
Out to the bus stop, with now at least 24 residents in the queue. The young gal from the residential home at the end of Chestnut Walk was in the line, and she made her way to me for a gossip, bless her cotton socks. She has lost some weight, and that is not good. I handed her a Tunnock chocolate caramel bar to nibble later. The poor gal suffers from Anorexia Nervosa and is Autistic. Many others do not understand at all and tend to treat her as if she is backward. This is why I always try to talk to her, but more importantly, to listen to her.
As it happens, we were both going to Arnold. So we sat next to each other on the L9 bus. I listened to whatever she wanted to tell me, and with genuine interest too, that is essential I think. Learnt about her Mother and her problems and her Sister also. I tried to encourage her gently, to nibble more.
We offered each other our farewells as she got off a few stops before I did. I hobbled into the Asda (Walmart) store and began a major-food-buying mission. Haha! No rush, but I kept looking at the time though, so as not miss the L9 bus back home, at 1115hrs.
The feet were stinging after half-an-hour of selecting fodder, but I carried on all the same. Got to the checkout and joined the queue. I filled up one bag and had to use another.
When the young lady told me how much it was to pay, I realised I had gone over-the-top on spending today.
I had to use my card to pay them with. What a Plonka!
I thanked the lady and made my way out of the shop.
Before I even go outside, I had to stop and put the bags down, for a breather.
So heavy were the things I’d bought
At least I’d packed the heavy stuff at the bottom of the bags, so nothing got crushed or broken.
I felt a touch of guiltiness at having purchased the Fresh Cream French Horns. (Amongst other items, Ahem!)
I struggled to get to the bus stop, due to the weight of my bags-full of not-needed foodstuffs. Tsk!
But, Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were both being kind to me. Only Anne Gyna and the plates-of-meat were any real hassles. So, no complaints from me.
The automatic Asda petrol station that was over the road didn’t have a single customer all the ten minutes, or so, I waited for the arrival of the L9 bus. And, there was only one bloke apart from me, at the shelter?
The driveress of the bus was a friendly one. I gave the lady a nibble bar and said a few pleasant words to her when I got on.
I’d hoped that the girl from Residential Home might get on the bus en route, but she didn’t. Not many passengers were on the vehicle, but the driveress was chatting to some all the way back. With voices all going at the same time, I couldn’t hear what was being said nor join in the chinwagging. Shame.
No tenants got on in Sherwood either.
Back at the flats, and things got brighter, and the sky became a lovely shade of blue. So I took a couple of photos of my beloved if dirty, noisy and mayhem-ridden Woodthorpe flats.
Not many residents waiting for the bus either.
I think the workers were on there lunch-break because I could only see a few of them about.
I limped along to the apartments, having to stop a couple of times to put the bags down en route. A poor old thing, me. Hehehe!
In the lift foyer, and I spotted an addition to the sign about an upcoming meeting. So, we have a meeting about the new CCTV-System, the new Tannoy-System and the new Intercom-System! Jenny’s updating to guide us. More dust and mess on the way! Hey-Ho!
I’d love to go the meeting, but will I be able to hear anything being said, this time?
Up to the flat, and had a wee-wee, and got the Health Checks done. Sys back up high again?
I realised belatedly that I’d left the bags of shopping in the hall. So got them into the kitchen and somehow managed to get everything into the cupboards, fridge and freezer. I was a bit chuffed about this.
I checked the till receipt to make sure everything was there, and I had not been swindled.
Mind you, I needn’t have, not like when I go to Lidl, then it is advisable to check things.
Well, I’ll be a monkey’s Uncle: Had I bought a lot or what!
Total spend: £30.07. Huh!
I noticed I’d got the numbers wrong on the list above. Plainly, further reassurance of my lack of concentration?
Made a brew and started to update this blog, got up to here.
The noises from the workmen and BBJ were getting to me. Humph!
I decided to have sandwiches tonight for the meal. Porkpie and buttered Cob bread with tomatoes sounded appealing to me. I put some mushrooms to simmer in the saucepan with some light soy sauce seasoning and sugar in the water. Try saying that when you’ve had a few! Haha!
Did the last Health Checks, tool the medications, had a wee-wee and had a dizzy-spell while I was sat down. Cleare up quickly, though.
Went to get the nosh ready and served up.
Interesting new clanging noises from BBJ upstairs. You can’t beat variety. Haha!
This meal was followed with the digesting of the Fresh Cream French Horns. For once, I have to say I did not enjoy them much? But, I still gobbled them all up.
Went into the kitchen to wash the pots. The sky looked threatening, yet beautiful at the same time.
Had a bit of a dizzy while I was doing the pots. Tried to watch a DVD, and cannot recall much of what occurred after that.
0200hrs: Woke and regained a modicum of logicality and concentration. As I lay there getting up enough steam to tackle the sorting out of what needed doing, it dawned on me that the laundry had not been done yet. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner with ease, almost. Gathered the prepared bag of clothes and accoutrements and off down to the laundry room. No tea making, wee-wees or stubbing of toes – I surprised myself with my determination. Noegenesis seeking, I pressed on.
Into the lift # two.
A search and inspection revealed no beetles lurking anywhere within the confines of the cage.
The lift rattled a bit, as it descended down to the ground floor.
The automatic notice board sign was out of action when I got out.
I perused the notice boards, but could not see any new signs for us.
For a moment a bit of a panic set-in when I nipped out to take a photo of the foyer area. I thought I had left the door-fob up in the flat. The stomach went cold as I searched not expecting to find the item, but it it was in my pocket after all. Phew!
It felt warm outside this morning, I could hear the birds chirping and singing away to their heart’s content.
A little early in the day I thought?
Off to the laundry room and cleaned the washer drum, then got the wash-cycle started.
Surprised me some of the things I see in the laundry room waste bin sometimes.
This morning it had sections of polystyrene strips, take-away food remnants with plastic cutlery and nub-ends.
The input trays had to be cleaned up and old soap powder removed. Wiped around the casings.
Off back up to the apartment in lift number one this time. Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis on the way up. Only a short one, though.
The automatic-information sign near the elevator doors was now working again.
Up and in the flat. Had a wee-wee.
Started to finish off the Thursday diary.
Down again to move the things from the washer to dryer.
I had to clean out the filter, cause whoever used it last forgot to do it.
As I did so, it moved and trapped my finger in the gap as the plastic sprang back into position. Tsk!
I think I might have said at the time, ‘Well fancy that!’
Don’t know why I’m laughing.
Got the clothes out and folded them up – but: The magic missing sock syndrome returned!
Oh, I was annoyed with myself. I checked the drums on the washer and dryer in case I’d missed it earlier. No odd sock found! I pressed on and got the folded clobber into the big blue bag.
Cleaned the filter and casings and as I turned to leave, there was the offending sock right in the corner behind the door! A real mystery to me, how it got there. But I was so pleased to have found it.
To the lift.
All done and finished by 0405hrs.
I thought I’d done well, then I realised I’d not taken the jammies, dressing gown or towels down with the other things to launder!
Up to number 72 and got the Thursday diary finished and posted off. Sorted the pictures ready for using later.
Checked the emails next, and I’d had one from the surgery re the blood test. They had booked it for Wednesday 21st at 0905hrs, with Nurse Ann.
Got on with starting this diary of next, got as far as here. Then went to the WordPress reader, then comments.
Had a wee-wee.
Went into the kitchen, and was startled when I saw the fog and it was raining so heavy as well. When I got back to the computer, I had a look at the weather forecast for this weekend – Amber warning for snow and flooding!
Seems that today rain that might be followed with some snowfalls.
Sunday the most significant threat with snow showers forecast.
Makes it worse with the freezing temperatures overnight. Oh, ‘Ecky-thump!
Went onto Facebook to see if things would allow me this time. Slowed down often, but I got most things done.
Off to do the ablutions now. A good session, apart from the medicationalisationing procedures.
Got things ready, and left the flat. Got the door locked and took the black bags to the rubbish chute, to the lift and realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Returned to get them.
Departed again, locked the door, and well well, fancy that. I had not got my hat on! Back in again and collected it.
The best of this series of Whoopsiedangleplops this one: Out once more, and realised I had my slippers on! Back in and changed into the shoes.
Got to the lift, and remembered I had forgotten to take the Chips, to give to anyone who liked them. This being part of my running down of naughty-foods, in my effort to lose weight. I still have all those ready meals in the fridge, but am not going to throw or give them away. Back to pick the box up. Tsk!
Outside on Chestnut Walk, the place was busy with workers again.
Got to the Temporary Wardens hut, and both Deana and Julie were in their office. I popped in to explain about my not getting anything information wise from the Fire meeting yesterday.
Seems that many other tenants were the same. She didn’t seem bothered by this, that assuaged my guilt.
Mary, Cindie and Welsh Bill were all in the big room. They all looked and sounded in good form. We had a decent nattering session.
The buses arrived, and we went out to join the mass of residents waiting. On the City bound one, and got the crossword book activated.
Dropped off the bus and I went to Tesco. With the aim of seeing what vegetables they had on offer, and get some potato cakes. The choice of veg was dismal, tatty, with some out of date. I wandered to the bread section, and things were the same. Out of date loaves, and their potato cakes had doubled in price and only had one day’s shelf life left on them. I put back the basket and went.
Walking through Trinity Square, and Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit. He stayed a while, and that was not appreciated. Eventually, he cleared off. I decided to have a walk around town, to kill time and get some fresh air until the next bus home could be caught. Not feeling very good, and Anne Gyna kicked off.
Hobbling down Market Street, I noticed a Nottingham Cyclist going on the wrong side of the road going down the hill.
Seconds after taking this photo, he veered onto the footway. How he missed hitting the sign on the footway, I don’t know.
But it was a testimony to his cycling skills, all done at speed as well. Good job there were no pedestrians around. In fact, the place looked like a ghost town.
It brought to my mind, a picture of the few Nottinghamian residents, having survived a cataclysm and apocalypse, were wandering around, not knowing what to do. Their mobiles and iPads don’t work, no one around worth mugging, nowt on the TV! (Deep that, won’t it, even surprised me!)
Down to the Slab Square.
Bleak, depressing, dark, dank, sad and dismal were the words that came to mind.
I think I might use this photo to make a funny as a page top for later.
I walked along passing the Jehovah’s Witnesses, a drunken beggar, the street-sleeper on Long Row, the newspaper vendor, the youths sat on the wall drinking cans of lager, the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists, two delivering Pizzas according to the box on their backs.
There were no Big Issue sellers to be seen this morning in the centre.
I took a final picture of the Little John clock and tower and made my way up past the man with his guitar singing the Praises of the Lord, at the junction of Queen and King Street.
The depressive atmosphere prevailed even at the bus stop. People around in numbers, but no one talking? Got onto the bus when it arrived.
Entered the flat, up the lift and ran into my neighbour and Obergruppenfureress Warden Deana as they were getting into the elevator. Words of greeting were exchanged.
At the flat, I was somewhat perplexed to find the door unlocked. Had I failed to do this earlier when I had to keep returning to collect things I’d forgotten to take with me? I don’t think I’ve ever forgotten to lock this door before? Had someone been in, somebody who had called to see me and found the door open! Mmm?
Thee thoughts soon left my brain, as I had to go to the wet-room to clean things up and change PPs. A little bleeding had taken place while I was out and about.
Went to the kitchen and did the Health Checks. I notice Deana walking at rapid speed along Chestnut Walk.
Got the camera and zoomed in to take a shot of the busy gal.
My mind turned to the attention of the comestibles. It is not easy to comether myself not to eat my usual foodstuffs. I still have three ready-made meals in the fridge that I do not want to throw out and love the taste of them. I must eat them, but with far less other foods… This is not easy.
I decided in the end, to have sliced potatoes with grated cheese sprinkled on then, and tomatoes sliced on top. But, I let me get carried away with the side-stuff again. Felt somewhat guilty after I’d eaten it. But, I did so enjoy it. Tsk!
At least I have ordered some vegetarian Cumberland Pie on next weeks food order. Tsk, again!
Got the ablutions done. Afterwards, as I was putting the new PPs on, I tripped and cracked my forehead against the side of the sink. It was a cracking-good belt it was too, cause when I put my hand out to soften the blow, it got entangled in the PPs I was struggling to get on. So I was too late to lessen the blow. The truly amazing thing was that pain subsided within minutes, and I cannot see any bruising whatsoever on the head. Nothing at all, not even a bit of red colouring?
I was determined to watch some ‘Hustle’ on the box tonight and got down earlier than my usual. Hoping to nod-off, thus making it possible for me to watch some of the programme when I woke again. But no, I nodded off and stayed that way. Humph!
0035hrs: Woke up while dreaming of running a corner shop that had no customers, bare shelves, was battered and looked and felt like it had suffered bomb damage. I was crying my sorrows to a stuffed cuddly model terrier dog, and trying to feed it Marmite Crisps?
The nosh tray lay on the other chair, the empty plate, a knife, fork and spoon the only contents. There were no signs of any other nocturnal nibbling around this morning. Although, the remote control for the DVD and a battery charger lay across the room on the carpet near the mini-vacuum cleaner? I had a sense that I was in the exact same location and position as the one I drifted off to sleep in.
The top of the back, chest top and shoulders were aching and itching. Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were fighting for precedence in the ailment stakes. I could feel the dried blood in the PPs. Attention is needed, I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner almost with ease, and off to the wet room and Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was far less messy this time, almost a pleasure.
Funny how one thinks at times. I pondered on whether I should warn my fellow Pile-Sufferers, not to use the quilted toilet paper. It gets shredded on the pustules and or dried blood, and it becomes a nightmare to remove, starting them off bleeding again. Just a thought, sorry. Anyone out there wanting any quilted toilet rolls can call to collect them. Hehe!
Little Inchies lesion was washed, dried and medicated, Harold’s Haemorrhoids the same. I thought as I was doing these unpleasant tasks before going to do the Health Checks and take the medications’ If someone had told me how things were going to get sixty-years ago, I don’t think I would have believed them. For once, not feeling sorry for myself about things, just curious as to how well I think I’ve been coping. Then stopping these thoughts abruptly when I recognised the foolishness of over-confidence. Hehe! Had a clean-up and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.
Took the medications, made a mug of tea and got the camera, opened the kitchen window, leant out, and got wet in the light-soak-you-through rain.
Turned to the left and got a half-decent shot of Chestnut Walk and the parked cars, the cranes and the street lights that give-off a Christmas-like scene to me, anyway.
Straight down for the next picture. The puddles of rain I could see with the naked eye, did not show in the frame for some reason?
Then I got the computer on to start this post.
Then I set about finishing of yesterdays diary. Got it posted off.
The need for diary page headers needed attention as I have none left in advance. So, onto CorelDraw to do a few up.
After an hour or so… Oh, dear, attention needed to the Fungal Lesion! So I got the ablutions done while I was in the wet room. By the time I’d got this done, there was none left to do any more graphicalising work, and I got myself ready for the trip to Nottingham City Centre.
Remembered to take the best umbrella, the costly Storm-Proof one I bought from Coopers. This will be the first time I’ve used this in heavy rain, glad I bought it now.
Took the black bags and dropped them down the waste chute on the way down.
Out onto Chestnut Walk in front of the apartments, brolly up, and ambled along to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Temporary Hut. The rain wasn’t too hard, but it looked set in.
Walking by the parked cars and I could smell something acrid, but it did not smell like petrol to me. It appeared that one of the vehicles had or was leaking something and it was draining into the sewers.
I pressed on and to shelter in the Wardens shed.
I hope Jenny is alright, I’ve not seen her for a while. Both the Wardens were out doing their rounds. The room slowly filled with folk joining me in waiting for the bus out of the rain. Had an enjoyable chinwagging session and laugh with them all. Welsh William was in good form, his insults and insinuendos were thick fast and witty. Some of my most favourite ladies were there. Two of the girl tenants told me of a fire in a flat for the last two Sundays or Saturdays, both apartments having had fires already earlier this year. They informed me that both tenants were alcoholics and were to be moved where they can have more supervision and an eye kept on them. I thought about pretending to be an alcoholic myself and getting a new flat application in? Haha!
Out to get on the bus, it was lovely being able to hear bits of what the clan were saying for once. The hearing aids seemed more efficient today, very puzzling
In town, I dropped off along with some other tenants, on Upper Parliament Street.
I got the best umbrella out of the bag, the costly Storm-Proof one I bought from Cooper’s, and it broke when I put it up! A white cord appeared, all chewed up, from the top centre of the pole bit! Damgloberations!
I popped into the Poundworld Store to get a cheap one from there and changed my mind when I remembered seeing some larger ones at the Sports Direct Shop last week. This proved a somewhat costly mistake for me.
As I left the shop to walk to Clumber Street, to have a look at the umbrellas they had on sale, I saw these poor pigeons. They were in a right state, neither could seem to stand or walk properly and were sodden wet through.
Felt a bit sorry for them.
The shop had cunningly placed a large display of umbrellas, right near the doors at the front of the entrance. They offered some at 2 for £6, they were not the collapsible type. I thought, they will have a larger area for cover, and they were a fair price too. I made my way to the pay counter. Foolish move! I ended up buying two crew sweaters, the umbrellas and just what I didn’t need more socks! £33 lighter, I left the shop and out into the rain. But, of course, I now had three umbrellas to carry, the broken one I put in a waste-bin further down Clumber Street. The two long ones, I struggled with much. They were too long to go in the bag, and I had to use one at the same time.
They were coloured deep red and felt very delicate, and I just knew they would not last long. Taking this photograph on Clumber Street, I had to put the bag down, hold the umbrella, stop the other one from falling over from in the carrier, and manipulate the camera.
What a picklement I got into taking today’s shots!
I hobbled along while the bag got filled up with rainwater and the shoes letting precipitation in now as well!
And forever having to adjust the brolly in the bag or pick it up when it fell over. Uncomfortable would be the word… messy and wet!
Through the Slab Square.
Down to Wheeler Gate and into the Marks & Sparks Food Hall in the basement. Where I bought two small pork pies and two boxes of triple-fried fresh oven chips.
I took this photo as I departed from the store. I walked back up towards the City Centre.
I slipped a Big Issue seller near St Peter’s Church a couple of quid. He looked wet and in need enough to me!
Up Exchange Walk and I crossed South Parade into the front of the Council House.
Where I took these pictures. The damp, dank atmosphere and pessimistic, depressed looking Nottinghamians did nothing to lift my spirits. Then as I made this one of the Slab Square: a wet warm sensation from the Fungal Lesion area. This was turning into a struggle of a trip out for me now
I took this last photograph of the back of the right Lion in front of the Council House building, facing Queen and King Street. And made my way up there to the L9 bus stop, one was due in three minutes.
I had a most pleasant discussion with a lady on the bus en route. Amazed at how we both shared the same views on how the world is going to pot and missing beef dripping sold from basins with thick jelly on the bottom! ♥
Offered my fond farewells as she got off the bus two stops before the flats.
Back at Chestnut Walk, the roadway was partially flooded. I think it was just due to the excessive rainfall and the drains struggling to clear in.
As I neared Woodthorpe Court, I could see that the workmen were still hard at it, even in these conditions.
Sooner them than me up there. Hehe!
As I moved off on my way to the apartment, I felt the rainwater squelching in the right shoe, and the blood flowing from down below and the lesion.
So I knew the first things that needed attention when I got indoors.
Got in, put down the wet bags and brollies, into the wet room. Cleaned up the fungal lesion, Daktarin cream applied, had a wee-wee, new PPs adorned, changed the socks after drying the right foot, then I threw the shoes in the rubbish bin. I got into the night attire.
Hung up the wet clothes to dry. Got the used new brolly opened to let it dry-off in the spare room, put the other one in the hallway. Then emptied the carrier, drained the rainwater from it and threw that away in the now full bin.
At this point, it dawned on me that I had a sore throat coming on, and was coughing a little. Hope it doesn’t get any worse.
Got the Cumberland pie, added a lot of extra grated cheese on top of it, and the triple-cooked chips into the oven cooking. Did the Health Checks and took the meds.
Got the mini sausages, sliced apple, halved min tomatoes with onion salt and lemon mousse on the tray ready.
I gave the pie and chips a little longer in the oven, so they browned up a bit more. Absolutely fabulous meal! 9.58/10 rated this time!
So tired now, but I’d dried out well. Haha!
Got watching some Jonathan Creek episodes on the DVD player. Viewed through two full ones too, before nodding off into the land of dreams.
0005hrs: I stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner, a cracking headache, Duodenal Donald letting me know he was unhappy. The main expergefactor being the need of the Porcelain Throne utilisation.
I put the kettle on and had a look outside to view the weather and possibility of getting out today. The snow had gone, the mist and fog had too. But it was still icy, and I assumed the freezing rain as forecast would arrive shortly.
At least the buses should be running.
I felt the visit to the wet room was going to present opportunities for adiaphorous medicationalisationing activities. I was right, I’m afraid. Things were a right-state down below. Fresh and congealed dried blood at the front (Little Inchies lesion) and, tender, burning, bleeding bloblets of pain from the rear-end (Harold’s Haemorrhoids). All accompanied by Duodenal Donald’s stabs and elongated seemingly angry pains. I did some temporary patching up and creaming, and dreaded having to do the job in full at a later stage when I get the ablutions tended to. Washed up and returned to the kitchen, not feeling so good, but things could have been worse… I keep telling myself. At least the Throne Session was not too bad, still messy, but far less than yesterday. Hehe!
I guzzled down some of the impotent antacid medicine, took the morning doses with an extra pain-killer and Omeprazole. Oh dear, the innards are beginning to rumble and grumble now. Tsk!
Got the Health Checks collated for last week and did this morning’s ones.
Odd how I seem to wake most mornings feeling like a different person, at times like an unwanted alien. Not sure why I said that.
Got on the computer and got this started and done up to here. Then, on to finishing the Sunday diary. Sent it off and did some WordPress commenting.
The stomach is churning again. Not heard any noise yet from Herbert above. Then still it is only 0330hrs, give him time. Haha!
Went to the WordPress Reader.
Made up another graphic to use later as a page header on the Inchcock Todays.
Ablutionisationing and medicalisationing tended to next. A painful job that medicating of specific areas.
All smelling nice and fresh, I went to make a brew. And tried to take a panorama shot of the skyline, as it was apparent to the eye, rain in some areas (Or snow?) and not in others, as with the sunshine breaking through.
Disappointed in the outcome of this effort, though. Twinklies spoilt it.
Sorted and took the waste bags to the refuse chute.
Got the things ready and set off to the Windwood Social Shed, to wait in there for the bus to arrive.
No one in the hut when I arrived. I sat down and got the crossword book out. I was joined later by several other tenants, and Welsh Bill sat beside me and he was in much better health this morning. He was back to almost his sarcastic best and looked much recovered and fitter. We had a chinwag, but the atmosphere inside the hut otherwise, was one of low spirits.
Out to the bus stop and the city-bound bus arrived first. Got on with Margaret from the 7th floor.
Got off at the terminus on Queen Street and made my way down to the Slab Square. Not many folks around and an aura that gave off a sense of demoralisation lingered, mixed with an overpowering depressive melancholiness. No smiling faces and an increase in Big issue Sellers and street beggars.
I made my way down Lister Gate to take a photograph from roughly the same place of one I’d found from around 1959. So I could display them both in comparison to each other.
Looked like a ghost town.
I went into the Broad Marsh Shopping Centre to have a look at its demise as they run it down ready for demolition in readiness for the new, not needed, unwanted suicidal multi-billion new development.
The place is 2/3rds of empty shops at the moment. Being used a cut through for pedestrians from the South.
The security guard leaning against the Customer (And there were precious few of those about) counter, gossiping with a Service Lady in desperate attempts to keep each other from falling asleep.
The plans for how it will end up looking were impressive.
But where sufficiently funded Nottinghamian customers are going to come from is problematical. But I am confident it will attract the shoplifting fraternity in significant numbers, beggars and street artists too.
Doomed before it is built!
The top floor is already devoid of shops.
The original shopping centre that was also not required needed, used-much and hated by many Nottinghamians for the destruction of so many old landmarks to make room for it, was opened in 1972.
I limped back into the City Centre and back through the Slab Square.
Gawed, it looked and felt so gloomy!
I went the Tesco and got some cobs and lemon flavoured cakes.
Ten to the bus stop on Queen Street.
The old Elite Building had finished being cleaned up. Sadly, they had removed the statues from their coves on top of the building. A danger to street sleepers and shoplifters I expect. Hehe!
Throughout my little trip around town, I did not see a single police Officer. Street beggars, Big Issue Sellers, Street Artists playing upturned plastic buckets, litterers, pavement cyclists and a shoplifter in action in Tesco… Yes! But, no Officers of the Law!
A few people on Clumber Street now, as I returned to the bus stop.
Caught the L9 back to Sherwood.
The atmosphere on the bus was one of confusion to me. Kids were screaming demanding something called ‘Princess?’, That apparently their parents had refused to buy them. Two people on their mobiles supplied a loud running commentary as they both shouted to whoever was on the other end.
Then, someone on the raised seating behind me dropped something down the back of my neck. I later found out it was bits of broken crisps. I had to chuckle!
Obergruppenfureress Warden Deana was knocking on a flat door as I got back. Hellos were exchanged.
Got in and tended to the preparing of the meal. Had a rinse and found the crushed crisps (Hehe!). Titivated the kitchen a bit.
Mail had been delivered. The DVT results from last Thursday and yet another Nottingham City Homes information letter. Cunningly arranging a meeting in the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Hut for Thursday 15th March (Blood Test, GUM Clinic and Dentist appointment day, which negate my desires to attend the one and only Social Hour a week – But it doesn’t bother me!) Lie Mode Adopted. Details:
Answering questions about the sprinkler systems to be fitted
Answering questions about the new tannoy systems to be fitted
Answering questions about the tannoy systems to be fitted
Showing you how they work
Telling you when works are due to start
Telling you what the works involve
Testing the fire alarms in all the blocks
So, that just leaves, I think anyway: The above plus – The meeting about the heaters, the installation of the new windows and how to use them, the installation of the new balcony and how to use them… and eventually: Hire a plasterer and floor layer to repair where the work on heaters, wiring, alarms and all the above are completed, paying someone to redecorate the flat and fill in the holes and lay four new carpets and curtains, oh, and a lampshade.
I’m going to need to find some Chutzpah to cope with all this lot! I, like many other of the old folk I imagine, don’t deal easily with upset and change. But, there I go, moaning again. Tsk! Naughty Inchcock!
Served up the meal.
For some reason, the lamb hotpot was of a different texture to the other one I ate two days ago. Same use-by date and brand, though?
I could not eat any of it. Tasteless and very greasy. A good job I added a Frikadellen and chips, they were excellent. I wondered why this happened? I must have done something wrong?
The innards started to rumble and grumble as I settled to watch the TV.
Fell asleep and proceeded to suffer a hell of a dream! Thankfully I scribbled some notes about them. Most unreadable, indecipherable, but still enough to get the theme of the thoughts: Captured, held wearing nothing but a large pink towel wrapped around me – room, no furniture. Dog cat droppings. Broken window, being shot at. Wanted to jump out of frame using towel as a parachute? Realised I had no legs. The scene moved to canal, nighttime – with me in wooden rowing boat wearing frogman’s suit. Jumped in and found me in cave underground, air-raid. Everyone had a jar of Marmite in their hand?