Monday 23rd April 2018
Albanian: E hënë 23 prill 2018
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.
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.
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.
be returning once more today. The fears of the man upstairs starting his banging about again, ever-present in my mind.
The TFZer gal I couldn’t get to fit in it, the incredible Patricia. 
I commenced making a very early-for-me meal.
I did the Health Checks, then got the nosh served up.
Made a brew and took the medications.
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!
Went to make a cup of tea.
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.
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.
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.
Made a mug of tea, nipped back to the wet room for another wee-wee.
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. 
Took this photo of the compound, cause I thought it might come out as a ‘Moody’ one. But it didn’t. Hey-ho!
Hehehe!
Feeling discouraged and disappointed in myself, I pressed on limping back to the flat, without seeing a soul around.
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!
Woke, and got the pots washed-up.
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!
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.
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.
When the young lady told me how much it was to pay, I realised I had gone over-the-top on spending today.
Before I even go outside, I had to stop and put the bags down, for a breather.
items, Ahem!)
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?
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!
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.
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.
Into the lift # two.
The automatic notice board sign was out of action when I got out.
expecting to find the item, but it it was in my pocket afte
strips, take-away food remnants with plastic cutlery and nub-ends.
washer to dryer.
I had to clean out the filter, cause whoever used it last forgot to do it.
position. Tsk!
To the lift.
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.
Had a wee-wee.
Seems that today rain that might be followed with some snowfalls.
Outside on Chestnut Walk, the place was busy with workers again.
Hobbling down Market Street, I noticed a Nottingham Cyclist going on the wrong side of the road going down the hill.
Down to the Slab Square.
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.
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.
Went to the kitchen and did the Health Checks. I notice Deana walking at rapid speed along Chestnut Walk.
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!
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.
Took the black bags and dropped them down the waste chute on the way down.
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.
They were coloured deep red and felt very delicate, and I just knew they would not last long. 
shoes letting precipitation in now as well!
Up Exchange Walk and I crossed South Parade into the front of the Council House.
Fungal Lesion area. This was turning into a struggle of a trip out for me now
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.
Sooner them than me up there. Hehe!
Got the mini sausages, sliced apple, halved min tomatoes with onion salt and lemon mousse on the tray ready.
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.
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!
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 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 top floor is already devoid of shops.
through the Slab Square.
A few people on Clumber Street now, as I returned to the bus stop.
Served up the meal.
0110hrs: It felt well below freezing out there as I opened the window to have a check on the weather… well, the state of the snow and ice really.
I gave my elbow one heck of crack in the window frame as I came back in after taking the photo. I think I may have said something like “Oh, blow it!”
Got the meal served up. I had one of the Lamb Hotpots I bought from Aldi. And have to say, it was superb, flavoursome and filling. 
I took a look out of the window to see the situation with the snow, outside. 
I had a look at the forecast for today. A yellow warning for snow and ice, same as yesterday. 1°c > -4°c. It added, …but feeling colder! That’s it, I’m hibernating today. And it isn’t exactly snug in the flat.
I must have been snowing late last night, cause the run-marks from all the sleigh routes were covered in the bottom field.
Got the meal served up in no time.