0035hrs: After a horrendous night of fitful nodding-offs dreaming and waking, (No memories of them) I stirred and with great effort, forced my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Off for a wee-wee, to find the PPs soaked in fresh and dried blood. (A lot of anguish and mess to sort out later), and did the Health Checks and took the medications. Recorded details in the log.
The stomach was rumbling and grumbling. Put the kettle on, made a brew, and shot back to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. Most uncomfortable of sessions. More cleansing needed! Tsk!
Found the days medications in the pot near the kettle, I thought I’d taken these? I hadn’t it seemed, so I did. Hehe!
Got the computer on and started this post going.
Finished off yesterday’s diary of woes and got it posted off.
Went to the WordPress Reader. I made the comments.
The stomach is churning away severely again.
Went to Facebooking. Did some more of the TFZer Transport Series Graphic for the TFZer page.
Time to get the ablutions and medicationalisation treatments done now. Not looking forward to this, but it has to be done. Back later on folks.
Uncomfortable medicationalisationing followed the wonderful shower tooth-cleaning and shaving session.
0845hrs: Sorted and took the black bags to the refuse chute.
Prepared the things needed for the trip to get some pork knuckle in jelly and hearing-aid batteries.
Off out into the most misleading oh, so heatless sunshine.
Took this photo of the continuing work on the Woodthorpe Court flats half-way along Chestnut Walk on my way to the Warden, Obergruppenfurheresses Temporary hut. Walking well this morning. The right foot was sticking out a bit further to the right than usual, but no more painful than usual.
Into the hut, Warden Deana greeted me a good morning as she was leaving the shed. Inside was only Roy, and Welsh Bill sat opposite each other chinwagging. I offered them a cheery “Morning lads, are you both okay this nippy morning?” I was totally ignored. I smiled and chipped in with “I can go outside and come in again you know!” Each of them turned to look at me, both gave me a sort of ‘Phwert’ noise, adopted a semi-smile and carried on gossiping. Hehe! Nice to be well-liked, innit.
Out to the bus-stop and got on the City bound L9. En route, it dawned on me that the audiologist department does not open on a Monday. This was most annoying my forgetting again, cause I did the same last Monday! Twit!
Got off on Upper Parliament Street and walked through the Victoria Centre Shopping Centre (Mall) through to Tesco at the far end.
On this stretch of highway, there was a terrible saxophonist street artist with his instrument container used as a ‘Place-Cash-Here’ box. A band of three was making one hell of a loud racket and din, supposedly to make music and collect donations in the doorway of yet another closed-down City Centre business on the corner of Clumber Street. I could see from where I stood, no less than five street sleepers.
I attempted to take a ‘Moody Shot’ on Clumber Street.
Facing straight into the cold sun and holding the camera low. I had no idea how it would come out because I could not see the screen of the camera as I took the pot-shot photograph. However, this is the resulting effort, not good, but interesting.
It seemed that the Nottinghamians this morning, there were all in low spirits. Long faces, scowls and glumness seemed to be everywhere around.
In Tesco, I got some pork knuckles, jars of black bean sauce, sugar snap peas, brown bread thins, pork shoulder steaks and mini franks… how that packet of Fresh Cream Strawberry and cream doughnuts got in with the other fodder, is still a mystery to me. Hehehe!
Paid the lovely lady at the checkout and walked back along through the shopping centre and onto Upper Parliament Street.
Waiting for the bus, I noticed the street sleeper outside the PoundWorld shop, had three people approach him with a flask and bag of goodies. He was very quick to conceal his mobile phone out of sight under his blanket.
During the fifteen minute period that I waited for the late running bus to arrive, no less than three paramedics, two ambulances and a fire engine passed by. No signs of any police, of course, I didn’t see any officers in all the time I was in the City Centre.
The bus arrived, and Frank’s better-half was on, I sat next to her and had a natter as we proceeded in a Northerly direction toward our apartment building. She was not very well, just getting over a bout of flu, bless her.
Had a ‘Memory Blank Period’ when I got into the flat. It lasted a couple of hours or so, during which I have no idea what happened. I seemed to come out of it having eaten the meal, that was on the tray on my lap as I sat there watching the TV?
I went to do the Health Checks and take the medications, to find that I already had done so.
I found this photograph of the meal on the SD card the following morning when I went to update this post.
It seemed whatever took place, had not affected my appetite at all. Shame I could not recall enjoying, or even if I did, the cream cakes. But only the empty box remained. Hehe!
I’ll mention this and make an appointment with the doctor at Wednesday’s blood test.
Did the washing up and settled to watch some TV. I kept nodding and waking for ages.
2335hrs: Woke, and mentally pandiculated; the body and ailments would not permit me to stretch and yawn. Felt yonderly and awaited the brain to join my blubbery bleeding and wobbly body in achieving some sort of semi-activity.
The first thing noticed was the warm wet sensation from the Little inchies area, then once again, two mornings on the trot now; the signs of nocturnal-nibbling.
I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner (With relative ease, as well) and off to the wet room. A wee-wee and the bloodied lesion tended to and medicated. Hell of a job to stop the haemoglobin leaking. A proper clean-up and back to investigate and sort out the mess I’d left from the night time feasting.
Broken-off blocks of chocolate with hazelnuts scattered on the Ottoman. Crumbs and an empty Cheese Curl nibble bag, and a pot of chocolate covered nuts with the lid off. I cleared them away, and into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications. All results looked copacetic.
During which, I made a rather temerarious decision to cut the gauze this morning, with a knife, instead of the usual scissors. This, being prompted by my not being able to find the scissors.
Medicated plaster applied.Tsk!
Bits of a memory of the dream I’d had earlier suddenly came into my mind: I was solivagant strolling along on a canal pathway, the herbage and foliage around me so beautiful. A fish with an unrecognised human type head popped up from under the water and spoke to me… “Bring back Hanging!” I think I had a conversation with a sparrow later as well, but no details recalled. I’m sure I felt very comfortable in this ignis fatuus phantasm.
Got the computer on and started this post off up to here.
Got the washing sorted and down to the laundry room.
I got an odd feeling when I got out of the lift on the ground floor. I sensed that someone was close to me and smiling?
I must have looked a right twit when I kept turning around and nobody there of course?
I am still confident that some entity was there.
To the laundry room. Got the washer going and back up to the apartment.
0135hrs: Updated this post and then started on finishing off yesterdays diary.
0200hrs: Down again to move the gear into the dryer and wash the machine.
No signs were seen of anything of the spirit world down there this time. Perhaps it was one of the recently passed away tenants? They might be taking a look at their old apartment… or maybe not.
I noticed on the end notice board, and offer of Relaxation Sessions – To help us cope with the hustle and bustle of all the upgrading work going on. It says for anyone interested to “Pop their name and contact number on the attached sheet” But someone had nicked the sheet, or it was not put up? Haha! Unfortunately, this got the grey-cells musing, and I got myself feeling a little low about it. We (Tenants) have had the hassle of the radiators being fitted and refitted, soon we will have more significant fuss with the balconies being installed, then we have to cope with the windows being done… and then we will have to get on with the Fire Alarm Sprinklers being put in after all this! The very thought of this upset and bother I find intimidating, daunting, unnerving, apprehensive and discouragingly nervous-making. As for any interest in trying to keep the flat clean, well, interest in doing any housework is at a premium! The one radiator in the kitchen had been fitted blocking access to the drawer and cupboard, had to be moved and the result as you can see means I now have to sort and pay for a new floor and wall repairs and painting. The Fire Alarm Strobe took four visits to get right.
And, what’s been done would not have without the help of Jenny, bless her. The windows can’t be cleaned, not that I have any heart nor interest in doing so anyway. The hoists on the outside of the building are up and down regularly with the nice worker people doing the new external cladding. Oh, dear, I am sorry, I got into a bit of self-pity come waffling mode there. Sorry.
Jenny had been arranging more of her meals for us.
I wish I could go to more of them myself. But, with the medical appointments changing so often and the ‘Blank Spells’, I cannot risk going out with others and causing bother if I did sign it, you know, bleeding or dizzies and the like. The embarrassment would be too much for me to risk.
Back to the flat. Made a brew and visited the Porcelain Throne. Bleeding from the front and rear a little. Another messy session that needed cleaning up after. Health Checks and medications were done.
Updated this post and sorted photographs to use later on.
Down the last time to the laundry room, to collect the wear and titivate up the place.
I nipped out of the foyer door to take this shot of the mornings wet weather. Fancy that, raining in Nottingham.
Hehehe! I’m not too concerned though. What with it being a Sunday and no buses available, I do not plan on going out anywhere, like going Ice-skating, doing a bungee-jump or going to the theatre.
Got the clothing out of the dryer and folded up. Then into the big blue bag.
Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis after I’d bent down to put the two towels in the laundry bag. Only lasted a few seconds, first for a while.
Wiped the machine surfaces, sink and drums out. Then utilised the brush and dustpan as best I could manage. Old fashioned they might be, but no need for bending too much with these.
I wonder if they are going to redo this laundry room or move it? Mary said she thought they were building a new one in the new-build block between the currents apartments for all three to use? I’ve not heard of that.
Collected the bag and accoutrements and to the lift. The electronic sign in the lift lobby indicated that today there would be a little rain, thick cloud and 2°c. Oh, and that I’d finished my laundry duties at 0304hrs. Haha!
Got in the flat and stored the clobber away. Refilled the pots and sprays with freshener and detergent capsules ready for the next visit to do the laundry.
Made another mug of tea, and decided while waiting for the kettle to boil, it would be a good idea to do the waste bin bag sorting. Ready to take to and deposit down the rubbish chute after 0800hrs. There is a rule that we do not use the waste-chute between 2000 and 0800hrs, so as not to disturb other tenants on the lower floors with the noise of the descending bags in the metal channel.
As I was spinning the black bag with the general waste in it, the flipping thing split open! Spread all over the kitchen floor was used tea bags, empty yoghourt pots, food containers, apple cores, used tissues and sundries. Tsk! More cleaning up!
Updated this post to here.
0520hrs: Went to WordPress Reading. Then did the comments.
Facebooking next.
Several hours on CorelDraw doing TFZer Transport graphic updates. I got some done, but CorelDraw started playing up. Not sure if its the computer of the programme… or most likely me! Humph! Posted them off, those that I’d done, anyway.
More hours lost, fumbling in the dark through lack of knowledge about computer workings, trying without any success to get things to work correctly again. Tsk!
1515hrs: Started the meal, having failed to improve anything with the computer. Huh!
Checks and med’s sorted.
A large meal tonight, even for me. I got through about 75% of it, slowly.
‘Herbert’ above was in his knocking tapping and banging about mode. Weekend again!
I stayed awake through two episodes of Dr Who on the DVD, ‘Herberts’ clanging about, and two minutes of TV watching.
Woke with a start, and an overpowering feeling of cingulomania. I just needed someone to hold and listen to, to be part of my life, somebody to care for. I assumed this had been brought on by a dream. But was concerned that it came on at all. Off for a wee-wee. Getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner was achieved so very quickly for some reason?
I wondered afterwards, whether this happened or was it part of a dream?
0205hrs: Woke up and found scribble on the notepad about a dream I had earlier. Seems a bit disorientated but this writing is all I had to go on: Dead, not unhappy… searching for someone to talk to. Found hundreds in a long queue… none would speak to me, all feeling sad and missing friends and family – felt sorry for them… Started playing hopscotch in the hope they would join in and cheer up; they lifted me and threw me down a builder’s rubbish funnel… I landed on the recliner in the flat, minus a leg, but had a wooden stump painted in red white and blue? Odd!
The ailments this morning were mostly very kind to me. Only the Inchies Lesion and Harry Hernia were any bothers. I sat there pondering, clutching for something I knew that needed attention today, but the grey-cells must have been still asleep. Irritating this is.
Eventually, I removed the unwilling bulbous body from the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications etc. I noticed that the pulse was slowly getting lower? 100 – 92 – 84, now 81. I hope the battery isn’t running out inside the ticker?Hehe!
Made a brew and quaffed the medications.
I had used one of the Assam tea bags this time and left it to stew and brew for three minutes before drinking any of it. Very nice! But I had to let it go cold, as the innards abruptly started churning and rumbling, and off on an urgent mission to the Porcelain Throne room!
A terribly tricky and long messy affair. Haemorrhoid Harold and Inchies Lesion both bleeding, compounded the tortuous, yucky, disagreeable situation even more. By the time I’d sorted and cleaned everything after the evacuation, and got back to the kitchen, the mug of tea was stone-cold!
I brewed another mug of tea. The Twinings Extra Strong Old English this time. Another great tasting one.
Got the computer on and finished off the Monday Diary, then started this one going.
I got as far as here and then had a perusal of the WordPress Reader. Some great posts on here, today.
Moved on to comment responding next.
0510hrs: Made another brew and went on Facebook, a lot of catching up to do on it required to be done.
Had to finish a little prematurely, to get the ablutions tended to. The shave and doing the teggies went alright, but it was a wretched medicalisationing session. The shower was grand.
I took the black bags to the chute on the way out.
I doddered down to the Obergruppenfurheresses Hut, the feet we soon hurting, but the ailments were all, each and every one of them being kind to me! The EQ was worried and, apprehensiveness about this incredible event. Hehe!
In the shed were about eight tenants, all keeping warm while they awaited the arrival of the bus. Outside, stood six smoker-residents at the stop.
Those residents inside were given the story of my farce with the jacket zip from yesterday. Nice to see them laughing. I listened to the gossip of the day, and we all went to the request stop together. I must say, I’ve never seen so many folks at the flats get on a bus before.
I, along with three others, got off the bus at the bottom of Winchester Street Hill. Turned left on Mansfield Road down the incline and visited the Continental Food Shop. Made my way straight to the cooked meat counter and bought three slices of Polish roasted pork. Then to the bread section and got a small slice loaf. They are expensive at £1.59 for 400g, but they do taste wonderfully satisfying. I had a walk around the shelves and purchased a can of beef and vegetable stew. Paid the man and departed up the hill and to the Wilko Store.
Where I have to admit, I got carried away repurchasing things. I spent a long time pottering around but got some things that they were out of last week, while they had them in stock. Washing Fabric Softener and Two Fragrance Enhancers, both scented with Freesia & Y-Lang, which I find very pleasant when used in the laundry. A Lemon scented floor cleaner liquid. Anti-bacterial Lemon-impregnated floor cleaner sheets. Ginko tablets on offer at £1.20. Three of the small Citrus men’s deodorant sprays, and three packets of nuts. Nearly £20 gone. Overspent again! Tsk!
I got a call on the mobile while walking up the hill. Nottingham City Homes to tell me they are calling on Thursday to have another look at the Strobe and Pillow Alarm.
I called in at the Dentist Stalag Surgery to confirm my next appointment date and time. But came out after seeing the length of the queue of fellow patients at the desk. This was the reason for my withdrawal; combined with the coughing and sneezing from the people and the intimidating scowls from the receptionists that indicated to me they would be happier if I sodded-off. So, I did!
Up to the Sherwood bus stop. The board indicated it was 20 minutes past the hour. The L9 bus being due at 27 minutes gone the hour, I thought I’d catch it. But no, of course not!
I waited until 38 minutes past, then started to walk it back to the flats. A touch confused at this.
I took the route over the hill, down to the gate and up through Woodthorpe Grange Park.
Apart from the heavy weight of the bag and its contents, plus the feet hurting and stinging most uncomfortably (Agony almost, well, maybe not, but positively painful, Hehe!), I did enjoy the hobble back through the greenery and seeing the dogs taking their owner for a walk.
And the sun came out, giving me an opportunity to try and take a moody photo at the top of the footpath. It came out not too bad as it happened.
I turned right and saw the poor Tree Copse in front of me, looking all bare, abandoned and somewhat forlorn.
I reckoned it would be a good idea if I walked down the hill through the Copse and took some photographs as I walked down and came out at the bottom field.
I got to the entry of the path through the trees and nearly had a Whoopsidangleplop or Accifauxpa as I slipped and very-nearly slipped over on the muddy surface
So I rerouted and used the gravel footpath, instead!
I got some flaring on the photo I took half-way down to the flats.
A little disappointed with this I was. Humph!
A bit tricky at the bottom of the path, with mud and what looked like oil across the trail?
I got indoors and up to the apartment, and put the unwanted, unnecessary and unneeded purchases away.
Got the computer on, and two hours later I’d updated this load of blather up to here.
Got the Health Checks and medications taken. Updated the Diaries, written and Google.
Then I tended to the nosh and got the chips in the oven cooking.
Had a go at Facebooking while I waited.
Delicious pork and tomato sandwiches. Stilton cheese, potato & bacon balls and chips, sliced apple and beetroot.
Lemon Curd yoghourts for dessert.
I ate the lot of it! With a certain relish as well!
Rang Brother-in-law Pete, it’s his 70th today. Had a good gossip, cut short by the wet warm sensation from my lower regions.
More bleeding, I’m getting bleeding fed-up with this!
‘Herbert’ banging away merrily up above.
Weariness and fatigue come again.
I settled down to watch some TV and waited for the Strobe Pillow Alarm to activate. Either it didn’t, or I was too tired and deep in sleep to feel it. For I was in the land of Nod very soon.
0024hrs: Woke and laid there a while, waiting for the brain to start its own pandiculating and join me. As it did, I sensed the warm wet worrying sensation from the lower regions. I dismounted nervously from the £300 second-hand recliner, perpendicularised myself and limped off to the wet room.
Oh dearie me! Matted and fresh blood this morning from the fungal lesion. I cleaned things but did not do any medicating, changed the PPs (Protection Pants) the medicationalising can wait until I do the shower and ablutions later.
Got the Health Checks tended to and took the medications. Computer put on and did last weeks record in Excel.
Updated the Sunday post, and sent it off.
0230hrs: Made a brew, during which the call to the Porcelain Throne expeditiously arrived. I was so glad no CCTV cameras were running! As I had to run and get on the Throne with much haste and amusement.
I arrived in the nick-of-time, and as I plonked down, the lid slid sideways and trapped some… erm… flesh! The evacuation was slow, big and messy. A lot of relief when it ended, then the cleaning up. I bent down to try to make the seat more secure. All I achieved was to hit my head on the sink getting back up after failing to make any difference to the wandering lid! Changed the PPs again, cause the lesion had been bleeding too. Humph!
Made another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold, and collated the paperwork needed for my visit to the Council Mobility place. Hope I can find it, the map and internet were little help other than saying: Victoria Centre also has a mobility centre, operated by Nottingham City Council, located on Victoria Bus Station Travel Centre
York Street, Nottingham NG1 3EN. Level 1 of the White Zone Car Park? The centre site tells me it’s on Level 1 of the White Zone Car Park, Cairns Street?
I’m going to have fun here today, I can tell! I’ll call at the Poundland shop as well, and ask if anyone had handed in my bag of shopping I left there on Saturday, or was it Friday? Either one, I’ve still got the receipt, but not the slightest faith in getting it back!
I made a start on this post up to here and then did some WordPress Reading. On to comments and replied.
0430hrs: The wind is still blowing fiercely out there this morning. Made a lovely mug of Assam tea, before going on CorelDraw to do another Inchcock Today page top graphic for use later.
Ablutions and medicationalisationing were done. Bin bags to the chute.
Down and to the Onerbgruppenfurheresses Shed. Met Welsh Bill en route. I’m glad I did, cause he likes to insult, mock and put down the older folk, and no one else was available. Hehe!
Keine Offiziere oder Kommandeure were available at this time. But a few tenants were sheltering from the rain, and we had a good laugh.
The bus arrived, and I did the crosswords until alighting into the rain at Upper Parliament Street
I called into the PoundShop where I left the food I’d bought on Friday behind. The lady asked others, but they had not had any bag handed in. Didn’t expect them to have indeed. I repurchased some of the same fodder again and made my way to the self-serve checkout. Where a Whoopsiedangleplop of embarrassing and mega proportions was suffered! I’d got the stuff scanned and in the bag alright – but could I get the blocked zip on the coat to open so I could get to my money or bank card? A resounding, thunderous No, would be the answer! What a picklement! The assistant lady tried her best to help me, the checkout till kept asking me if I wanted to continue with the purchase and the Nottinghamians in the queue waiting indicated their desire to, as we locals say… Marmalise Me! After several flunked attempts to sort the zip, she had to put her hand up my under my coat to get the bank card for me to enable me to settle with. With a red face and feeling a twit, I thanked her and paid the bill – remembering to take the food with me this time. The gal had a good wit and humorously said as I was leaving; “Things happen in threes, let me know when you’re coming in again and I’ll take the day off!” She had a lovely smile. Other staff members laughed, but those customers in the queue looked like they were about to explode as they leered, scowled and offered me threatening looks. I beat a hasty retreat!
I crossed the road and went to the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).
Up to the top floor and called in the Market Place and visited the Afghan chaps stall to see if he had any coats suitable to buy as a replacement for the one I had on. I was confident the blocked zip would defeat all attempts to clear it, it was that bad!
Walked the length of the centre and called into the House of Fraser shop, after seeing their Sale signs and the gents department being near the doors.
I got an Extra Large coat that seemed to have enough pockets to suit me.
It was reduced from £180, down to £162 and now £126.
The two young nymphets serving, both tried to free the zip on my jacket for me.
Despite their best efforts, it remained stuck solid and refused to move.
One of the lasses got a pair of scissors, but it was no use, bless them.
I paid the bill and made my way through the exit doors, down a floor and into the bus station, which had changed considerably since my last visit to it.
But, I was lucky enough to find the Nottingham City Council Mobility kiosk here, at the first location that I tried. Bit of luck there… very unusual for me! Hehe!
Another bit of good fortune as I left the building and walked towards Mansfield Road on my way to the bus stop. Taking this photograph and the bus suddenly appearing from behind, I was well pleased that it missed the giant puddle of standing rainwater in the gutter.Thus avoiding another drenching!
I did get a mini-splash or two later, mind. As I walked by the front of the House of Fraser store on the main road, a bus pulled up as I taking this photograph from under my umbrella as the rain got a little stronger. It sprayed some water, but the bloke in front copped for most of it. Was my luck actually changing?
I know it is many years since I have had any alcohol.
But as I plodded on and was passing the Victoria Hotel, oh no, it’s called the Hilton nowadays, I saw a sign with prices displayed.
Boy are these high or what?
Made me so glad I’ve kicked the alcohol into touch!
I admit I am not sure what the things on the list were, or any idea what a Package indicates or means. But 70cl is I assume a measurement of the alcohol, that is on offer. I could be wrong, I often am. I had to look up what Belvedere Pure Illuminated (1.75ml). (Belvedere is the toast of Poland and is feted as a premium Vodka throughout the world) and Laurent Perrier Rose (1.5L). (Laurent Perrier Rosé Champagne Magnum is one of the rare Rosé champagnes to be made using the maceration [skin contact] technique, which gives it the extraordinary depth and freshness that has made it the benchmark for Rosé champagne around the world) meant, when I got home. Not cheap are they? I assume this offer was made with visiting drug dealers, politicians, Brain surgeons and the like in mind? Hehehe! Probably not the likes of this Nottinghamian Street Sleeper I passed on Upper Parliament Street outside the Money Lender and Pawnbroker shop.
Got to the bus shelter and joined a couple of lady tenants. We had a chinwagging session while waiting for the bus to arrive late as is usual for this one.
Arrived at the flats, and called into the Social Hut, hoping to ask Obergruppenfureress Deana or Obergefreitereress Julie for help in detaching the useless coat from my rather rotund misshaped body. But bother were unavailable. The lady who sorts out the power suppliers for us was there with a young man from Nottingham City Homes. I told them of my woes, and they did larf! Haha!
The youth tried to free the zip, but as anticipated it was a fruitless effort, like all those who had tried to help earlier. But I appreciated the people all trying. He lost his grip trying to pull up the zipper, and clouted me on the nose! He tried again, and several zipper-teeth came out as he freed the closure.
Then, him being such a tall man, he had nae bother in dragging the now useless coat over my head and freeing me from the jacket. I thanked him.
Then, I transferred all the many items from the old one to the new coat pockets. I left the deceased one on a chair, hoping whoever has been doing the stealing from the hut, will nick it and find it useless.
Gave both people some nibbles and an Easter Egg, the lady some DVDs I said last week I had, and she fancied. OBergefreiteress Warden Julie popped in and out as she was busy. But I managed to give her the Rolo-Egg pressie.
Off back to the apartment.
No wee-wee or Porcelain Throne attentions needed. Hmm?
The sky kept changing quickly.
The radio said below freezing tonight. Tsk!
Got the computer on and updated this diary to here.
The fatigue is setting in now again. So I got the curls and fish fingers in the oven cooking and readied the other bits on the plate.
Took a look to see if owt worth watching was on the box tonight. Too many choices, hard to make up my mind which to watch.
Got the fodder all done and sorted. Smoked mackerel in BBQ sauce, battered fish fingers, sliced apple, tomatoes, beetroot, potato curls and a couple of anchovies on the last of the buttered cobs.
9.4/10 rating for this one. Only the beetroots being tasteless, let it down.
I settled to view the TV programmes, in readiness for falling asleep and the Strobe Alarm to activate. I have no idea if the fire alarm went off or not, so deep was the sleep I fell into, within minutes.
Woke and scribbled some memories of a dream I’d been having. (I know this, cause I found them in the morning and was glad too, cause actual memories later, were none existent.)
0025hrs: Awake thanks to the earlier Strobe & Pillow Alarm Activations, and feeling excessively concerned about my state of health, physical and mental. From last nights early settling down, the memories are, to say the least vague. If it were not for the notes I’d scribbled on the pad, I would not recall anything at all?
The usual ailments, (Apart from later finding Little Inchies lesion bleeding profusely and painfully), had taken a back seat, very odd this. A headache, rumbling innards, ear-ache, tight chest and the occasional shivering/shaking had replaced the usual infirmities (I could have just said a cold,couldn’t I? Hehe!). I dread to think how I’d feel if Duodenal Donald, Hippy Hilda, Reflux Roger, Hernia Harry or Anne Gyna kicked off now, as well. I wonder if I can claim Man-Flu? Haha!
I blew my nose and nearly lacerated the skin on the hands. The stubble on the chin was so thick! I had not done any ablutions last night with the falling asleep – waking-up routine that was imposed on me. Tsk!
Unbelievable how easy I found it getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner and into an upright stance. I began to think that maybe I was dreaming it all?
Into the kitchen, and as I opened the door, Gawd, it was cold in there! Made me shiver for a second or two.
I got the kettle on, nipped to the wet room for a wee-wee. Oh, heck! Little Inchies lesion had been and was pouring thick blood. Cleaned things up best I could. I’ve never known such pain before from this injury. Took a while, but I think I’ve stopped the flow. The swelling was worse, and the colouration had changed to deep purple/amethyst. Swapped Protection Pants and began to feel sorry for me again. Tsk!
The flat is generally getting messy, untidy and needs a good clean up. It’s in this state cause I keep falling asleep (In between noise from Herbert above, the workers and the Strobe Fire Alarms) so effortlessly and irresistibly lately.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Got the computer going (Very slow, I fear the worst!). To start this post off.
I’m finding concentrating the mind on any one subject or topic is difficult. I did see in the notes I’d made in the night, a reminder to Email the surgery for a blood test. The shakes and slow computer are making typing a task. I requested the appointment and one with the Doctor to arrange to have the Lesion looked at again, properly. Sent Email to mate Mike.
I seemed to lose track of things, cause I wondered off to the kitchen to make up next weeks medical pots?
During which, I felt the warm damp sensation down below in the PPs (Protection Pants) Little Inchies lesion was bleeding again. Finished the tubs off, and trotted to the wet room to medicalise and cleanse things again.
Not as bad as the last session, but still not pleasant. I nearly had a bad Accifauxpa, though, but just stopped myself.
After cleaning Inchy up, I reached for the Daktarin cream and picked up the toothpaste in mistake. You’ll see in this photograph, on top of the WC, the cream and toothpaste next to each other to the right of the carbolic soap. Different sizes, colouring and thickness. How I nearly used the toothpaste on the lesion, I don’t know. Just glad I noticed in time. Tsk!
Made another cuppa and back on the computer. Updated this load of tosh, then did a Morrison order for Thursday next week.
0425hrs: Snapped this photo as I refilled the tea mug and went to the WordPress Reader. Then a few comments responded to.
Opened CorelDraw and did some Inchcock Today top photo’s in advance. Suddenly realised I had not finished the Sunday post yet – Fool! – so I tended to it.
Back on CorelDraw to do a few page tops again. Didn’t want to spend too much time doing this, cause I wanted to have a hobble (No buses on Sundays) up to Mapperley Top and get some chips and lemon curd yoghourts. I don’t want to show them yet, as it might spoil it for when they get used in the diary.
And I am aware that recently I have been flagging earlier each day.
Ablutions tended to, black bags to the chute on the way out.I noticed the state of the carpeting outside the lift doors in the foyer on our floor. Huh!
Down in the shuddering elevator, and out and along Chestnut Walk, at a steady come slow pace.
As I got to the end of the Walk, I thought this photographicalisation, might come out in a bit of a ‘Moody’ Style.
But it didn’t.
Shame. But this made me more determined to get at least one ‘Moody’ taken today.
I moved onto Winchester Street Hill at the top.
By Jimminee, Anne Gyna started as soon as I got on the steeper part. So I slowed right down and tool smaller steps, and I got to the top with only a couple of pauses and recovery stops. Hehe!
At last!
I got a decent ‘Moody’ picture taken as got to the crest of the hill.
I might try to make this with a trial Sepia conversion later?
Then again, will I find the time and stay awake long enough? Tsk!
I was a little early arriving at the store, so I wandered on further along Woodborough Road and turned left down Porchester Road, a few hundred yards down and took this cracking ‘Moody’ effort. I was pleased with this one.
Started to walk back towards the Aldi store.
This young Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly had me over as he sped by close to my struggling body mass.
Got in the store and had a wander around for a good while. Got five items of fodder and paid the chap on the check-out, who was a fantastic multi-tasker as it turned out. The lad could talk to someone stacking shelves at the same time as ignoring this pensioner and undercharging me by 35p.
I departed and made my way back to the flats.
Part-way down Winchester Street Hill, I took this photo showing the housing estates in the background, with the wet road and cars struggling up the last steep bit of the hill.
It wasn’t too cold or windy, and the heatless sun persisted for a while.
I came across this bit of Nottingham Street Art on the pavement, I’d missed on my way up the road earlier. “Smoking increases the risk of blindness” is a new warning on the cigarette packets I’ve not seen before?
As I turned into Chestnut Walk and the flats came into view, the sun had another visit.
The feet were aching a little as I made my way in and up the lift to the apartment.
Where on entering, I noticed a letter stuck under the radiator opposite the door.
I put the bits away and opened the mail. It was from the Nottingham City Council Mobility Centre and had been forwarded from the old address. Glad I paid for this service now. My bus-pass needed to be renewed, and the location of the office had moved into the Victoria Centre Car Park White Zone. I got the computer on to try and get the siting of it, so I could call tomorrow and update my beloved pensioner’s freebie pass. But could not find the exact location anywhere. So, in the AM, I’ll have a hunt around and inquire. I need various things it tells me; Recent utility bill, bank statement and the eight digit number from my Senior Smartcard. I’ll sort it in the morning. (Little did I know what a challenge and hassle this was going to be!)
Off for a wee-wee. The lesion was bleeding again. More medicationalisationing and antisepticising. Tsk!
Got the meal done, and again lost the photo in the ether from the camera – then realised later, I did not have the SD card in the thing when I took the picture. Huh!
The usual fatigue dawned, even earlier than usual.
Incapable and inadequate to do anything else, I washed the pots, took the medications early and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some episodes of Dr No before expecting to nod-off. Oh, that should have been Dr Who, sorry. To the accompaniment of Herbert’s banging about above. But it didn’t last for long.
No Alarm Strobe or Pillow Shaker activations tonight. But I think I kept waking up waiting for them? Hehe!
0015hrs: I stirred, and immediately the depression did the same nauseating thing. I lay there for a minute or so, thinking, confused by these saturnine style thoughts. No cheerful, flippercanorious or optimistic thinking was being allowed to get through to me by the depressed brain. Equanimity did not join in the grey-cells mayhem ridden ideas and notions as they attacked my mental contentment.
The grumbling innards indicated my need for the Porcelain Throne to be employed. I extracted my lumbering body mass from the £300 second-hand recliner with little hassle or pain from the ailments, and by the time I’d got into the wet room; I found me singing to myself. Billy Fury’s ‘Cross My Heart’ a ‘B-side’ from 1961. How can this happen to anyone with a sane mind? From the depths to the heights within minutes?
The Throne session was slightly messy again. Got cleaned up and to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. At least despite my semi-disoriented brain, the pulse let me know I was still alive. Hehe!
Made a mug of tea. And back to the wet room for another wee-wee.
Took the medications.
Thought I’d nip out into Sherwood later, to get some frozen chips. For some unknown reason, I craved chips to have with the nosh?
0105hrs: I momentarily considered doing some laundry. But this morning feeling so very cold again, I decided to get the computer on and finish off yesterdays post. This proved to be a monumental task. Because of the mayhem and Whoopsiedangleplops of Friday being so many and complicated, it took me a long time to get it sorted and in some kind of readability for my wonderful, dedicated followers and fans all over the world. (I must write and thank them both later. Hehe!) Got it finished and posted.
0450hrs: Got this one started. The computer went dead slow, and I tried closing and opening again, it is still slow, be less so. It won’t be long before I lose it, I’m sure.
Went to the WordPress Reader. Then on Comments.
0600hrs: I had a look on YouTube at the motoring incident videos, hoping the computer lets me.
Then the ablutions needed tending to. More blood, gore and mess. Tsk!
Had a go on Facebooking.
Felt a bit weary suddenly and closed everything down and got back in the recliner.
I was amazed that I fell asleep again. I woke to hear noises from Herbert above. (Weekend again, Huh!)
Got the nosh served up. I did take a photo of it, but it seems to have disappeared into the ether? Ready-made Beef Hotpot
I still felt tired, and after washing the pots, I nodded off again.
1645hrs: Woke me up. Had to make the checks to be safe again. No response came from the Alarm Activation Control people.
Turned the TV on, but nodded off again.
1820hrs: Woke me up. Had to make the checks to be safe again. No response came from the Alarm Activation Control people.
Fell asleep once more.
1910hrs: Woke me up. Had to make the checks to be safe again. No response came from the Alarm Activation Control people.
I tried reading a book, but once more drifted into the land of Nod.
2055hrs: Woke me up. I didn’t bother with making the checks to be safe again, this time. No response came from the Alarm Activation Control people. I lay there waiting for another activation until I succumbed to the slumber.
0025hrs: No idea what woke me with a start, but I felt confused and still tired. So I got up.
0100hrs: I woke and awaited the brain to join me. The ramblings, musings and confused thoughts arrived with a smattering of common sense mixed in there somewhere; hidden in with the bewilderingly chaotic fusion of almost psychedelic-like ideas, ranging from the poignant and epigrammatical to the intimidating and formidable uncontrollable irrational worries. I think there was a hint of lyssophobia in there somewhere too. These insights and anxieties seemed to melt into the ether quite quickly, and were replaced with just this one – I must get to the Porcelain Throne post- haste! Tsk! Which I did.
Oh, what a performance. Extracting my lumbering-body out of the £300 second-hand recliner was relatively pain-free, and completely accifauxpa free. Getting to the wet room was swiftly achieved without any toe stubbing or Dizzy Dennis’s. Whipping down the Protection Pants in haste to get seated and the evacuation process going. I pulled the pad from where Little Inchies lesion had bled in the night and then dried hard. This caused the blood to flow and splatter over my legs, the floor, the WC bowl and the accoutrements on the floor cabinet (Kitchen towels, toilet rolls, medical creams etc.) and sprayed over the opened pack of Protection Pants! This was not a good start, I thought to myself.
I got seated, and the Trotsky Terence affected evacuation followed. More mess to clean up! By the time I’d got things freshened sorted and cleaned up, it was 0130hrs!
Off to the kitchen to get the sphygmomanometer, thermometer, Enoxaparin hypodermic, creams, lotions and medications out to do the Health Checks and take the tablets.
Made a brew using an Olde English Extra Strong tea bag.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications. The pulse seems to be getting a little higher this week. I don’t think that is a bad thing, it proves that the battery in the aorta valve is still working at least. Hehe!
0155hrs: I set about updating yesterday’s diary.
0420hrs: Got the Tuesday post finished and posted off, at last. By gum, that tool along time to get done.
Got this one started and got up to here on it at 0520hrs!
Sorted the nibble bags out for hopefully, Nurse Nichole and the staff for when I have the blood test later today.
Went to make another brew. The winds were howling a little outside. I opened the window to have a peep out and take a photograph.
A mistake that!
The flipping high winds blew it as I began to open the window and flung stuff all over the kitchen!
Thank heavens, the ‘Healing Time’ paintings that Patti from Orlando did for me when I was in the hospital getting the new mechanical ticker had only blown down onto the counter and not into the sink that was full of hot water and soap suds at the time! Kitchen towels, foil trays and instruction leaflets also got spread around too. Humph, what a clot I am!
0545hrs: The winds were really howling loud. I bet there are not many residents still asleep now.
I mustn’t forget to tend to the ablutions, no later than 0700hrs, or there will not be time to sort things out and get to the doctors on time for the blood test. I allow myself an hour for the walk there but usually manage it with a few minutes to spare. But this mornings wind and rain may delay me a bit. So an earlier start will be needed methinks.
An hour or so now, before showering time. I used it on Facebooking catch-up.
0640hrs: Had to leave Facebook and get the ablutions sorted. It’ll take longer today with having to tend to the you-know-what bleeding.
All went well with the purifications and decontaminationing. Hehe! Got the bag and paperwork sorted, and set off with the brolly, well wrapped up and the fur-lined hat that I bought last month that has ear covers. Of course, I won’t be able to hear anything, but it should be warm and keep the terrible wind out.
Rubbish bags to the chute on the way out. I was surprised at how well the hearing aids worked with the hat on. And although not waterproof, the thing is lovely and warm, also does keep out the wind I found. Got it from Primark for £4.99 if anyone is interested.
Set off out on the hobble to the Doctors surgery.
By gum, the wind was cruel! Some patches of the road and pavement still have bits of frost on it, despite it not being cold other than the wind. There’s a reason for this I know, but I don’t see it. Hehehe!
The rain started to belt down even fiercer now. I got to the end of Chestnut Walk and turned right down Winchester Street Hill. And it was heartbreaking when I noticed two small birds, one either side of the netting on the roadside. They were chirping loudly and trying to get to each other I think. They must have been blown out of the trees with their nest. Poor little darlings. They could or at least did not fly when I approached them, but they ran away very quickly into the grass and bushes. This put me on a downer.
Further down the hill, I crossed the road while there was a gap in the traffic.
As I crossed Hood Street on the left on the way to cut through Mansfield Street and onto Mansfield Road; As I looked left for any traffic approaching, this sight greeted me. For some reason it made me laugh? Haha!
Some thin white material, obviously blown by the high winds, had got itself entangled in a tree. I took three shots of it to give a better depiction. I wondered what the clothing was and where it had been carried from.
I kept limping along and got onto Mansfield Road and turned left to walk over the hill and down into Carrington.
Just beyond the railings on the left, I got my first dowsing from a bus that went through a puddle as it was level with me. The rain grew even more powerful.
I’d just over the crest of the hill and thought the view would make a half-decent moody-photo, perhaps. If I had taken it a few seconds later, I would have caught the estate type car hitting the back of the mini! Dang, just missed it. Never mind though.
When I got into Carrington proper, I saw this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist coming my way, and the traffic slowed down. I tried for another moody-photo effort. Which I’m sorry I did now.
For I got a massive drenching from a bus, that filled my bag with rainwater and soaked the trousers, shoes and socks! Tsk, Huh and Botherations!
I have to mention at this point, that Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald were all being sympathetic, benevolent and kind to me. I was doing well medically speaking. Only the plates-of-meat were really giving me any real bother. My EQ told me, this would not last for long.
Just a few hundred yards further on, the panel fencing on the old cricket ground was loose and blowing about in the wind. I saw this and was aware of it. But my just passing a massive puddle in the gutter, I turned and looked back to make sure that no buses were coming along… and panel blew out and hit me on the side of the head! I can now inform you, that the silly Primark hat with the ear-flaps offers pretty good protection again wayward planks of wood, too! Haha!
Got to the surgery and logged in with a new receptionist, who greeted me with a smile and asked my name. Gerald Chambers, I replied. She said; “Shingles? To see the specialist nurse? Your appointment isn’t until 1500hrs this afternoon Mr Charnley!” Int life confusing? After I confirmed my name all was sorted, and I sat down and got the crossword book out – the now very wet crossword book, thanks to the puddles and buses en route to the medical practice. I put it back in the bag with hopes of drying it out later.
Seconds later, a new to me nurse came to collect me to take my blood. Where was Nurse Nichole? She was a cute little thing, and very helpful. She told me she’ll see me early as I’d arrived now, then I can go on my way and get home quicker. A lovely thought, but it would not work because I can’t use my bus pass until 0930hrs, but still, it was kind of her. She took the blood and afterwards there was no leaking at all. She kindly warned me that the rain was like a storm now, as I left.
I gave the bag of nibbles to the receptionist and went to leave the premises.
Well, the nurse was right, it was belting it down, and the winds continued without any lessening. I got the soaking brolly out of the rainwater filled bag, and bravely ventured out and hobbled to the Lidl shop.
The Fool!
As soon as I turned left on Mansfield Road, it happened again!
The bus you see in the distance had just given me another soaking.
I was beginning to get depressed. Hehehe!
I went to the store and intentionally took my time perusing around, in the hope that when I finished, the bus-pass would be valid to use. This proved expensive. Me, wandering around a food store is always likely to be a money-spending event. Tsk! I came out having spent £11.98 on things unwanted, unneeded and a wet bag to carry them home in. Twit! A tin of BBW mackerel to join the several tina already in the cupboard. Chocolate nibbles, more yoghourts. Potatoes. Anchovies. Bacon and air-spray.
On top of all this, I was still too early for me to use the bus-pass!
Having forgotten to take my mobile phone with me, and not owning a watch made things awkward. I stood under the brolly keeping an eye on the time of the electric bus sign.
Still a good while to wait. As I did so two fire tenders, an ambulance went by, and the police helicopter hovered above.
Eventually, 0930hrs arrived, and I moved to the bus shelter.
A bus came along, I stuck out my arm, and it passed me by. Not having a perfect day today, you know. I suppose the coach might have been full, though.
The next one stopped and climbed onboard to find only the raised seats free. Comical this, cause with me just going a few stops, by the time I got myself up and seated, it was time to get out of the seat to get off.
The timing meant I’d just missed an L9 bus.
to get back up to the flats. Curse! So, I started to walk over the hill and up through the Woodthorpe Park route home.
En route, I met Jenny with two ladies who were related to dear old Eddie. I assumed they had come over for Eddie’s funeral and to sort things out. So kind and typical of Jenny to assist and help out. She told me she had arranged for someone to come and look at my Strobe and Pillow fire alarms when she was at a Council meeting, for me. When it went off all those times, the Alert Centre had received no activation signals. I thanked her, and the three ladies shot off ahead of me to avoid getting any wetter, bless them.
Eventually, I got to the flats. Got in and put the utterly superfluous fodder I’d bought away, and got the large potato cleaned and in the oven baking.
I pondered on why I did not ask about Nurse Nichole. Fool I am! I hope she is not poorly. Ah, but it is not a Tuesday is it? (See how quick I was there? Hehe!)
I made a super-strong large mug of tea, using a Yorkshire and /extra /string English Breakfast tea bags. Took the mediations and did the Health Checks. All okay.
Then I got on with refreshing this post as far as here. The updating, took about three hours to get done.
Then I went to the WordPress Reader. Did the Comment reading and replying, then remembered the baking spud – went to check it out.
Overcooked a bit, but this made the mixing in the bowl, less hassle. I used tomato puree, just a bit, salt even less and cheddar cheese, no butter, to bash up with the removed potato flesh. Then back into the husks and replaced in the oven to brown it off for half-an-hour. Going to have tomatoes and mini pork & pickle pie with them I reckon.
Can’t believe the mess I made mixing them. Still, all cleaned up now. Had a bash on Facebook updating while waiting with baited breath for them to cooked and browned off.
The cheesy-baked potatoes were ready, as I went to get them out of the oven, the intercom phone chirped into life. It was the chap who initially installed the Fire Alarm strobe and Pillow.
Fantastic help, care and work from Jenny! Who as I said earlier, had arranged this support for me.
After asking some relevant questions, he spent some time analysing things on his laptop, contacted the Alarm Response centre. Set it off a couple of times and dealt with control when he set it off. The chap pointed out that when an alarm strobe or otherwise goes off, it should go through to Control who should contact me about it via the central alarm console, but all the times it has activated in the flat, this did not happen.
He pressed on with his investigating things and told me that he thought someone in the block was using a system on the same frequency. So he’d changed it. In the event of any alarms in the future that are not responded to by control, I am to contact him immediately and inform him or them.
I thanked him and off he went. Afterwards, as I was getting out the now-gone-cold cheesy potatoes from the oven, I realised I did not have his telephone number. Tsk!
Got the nosh sorted.
I looked delicious. It smelled marvellous.
I’ve not the foggiest what I did wrong or what was a matter with me, but apart from the cheesy baked potatoes, I did not enjoy anything else?
Disappointed.
Cold coming on from getting another soaking in the rain?
0015hrs: I gave up lying there in the recliner, trying to get some sleep. I emancipated my tired, weary wobbly body from the £300 second-hand recliner.
Made a brew and took the medications.
Got the computer on to update diaries.
0050hrs: Remembered, I had the laundry to sort out, so stopped the writing and collected the things and went down to the laundry room.
Spotted a new poster on the elevator corridor wall, and made a note of the date, to add to the calenders later.
Might be worth talking to them perhaps. Save a bit of money?
Hobbled to the washing room and got the things into the washer. Back up in the lift to the apartment and had a wee-wee. Then made another cup of tea to replace the one that had gone cold.
Apart from feeling phenomenally tired, the ailments were not severe.
Topped-up the soap capsule and freshener pots ready for the next visit. I did not wash the dressing gown or towels so they will need doing soon.
Did the Health Checks for this morning and collated last weeks one for the nurse.
0125hrs: Time to go down and move the gear into the dryer. The filter on the dryer had not been cleaned again, but I was too tired to get miffed over this infraction of Stalag Woodthorpe Rules. Hehe! Got this done and back up and added the things to the calendars, book and internet.
I found a note that had been shoved through the door yesterday that had floated in the breeze coming in from the gaps on the door, windows, and air-vents, landing behind the new heater in the hallway.
Got the Sunday post almost finished.
Then off to the Porcelain Throne. The left ear was found to be bleeding behind the tab-hole? Harold’s Haemorrhoids were bleeding extensively, but not a patch on how Little Inchies fungus lesion was profusely bleeding. Once more, I was glad I was wearing the protection pants. I cleaned up all but Little Inchy, I’ll do that later when I have the shower. Far easier to do it then, no less painful, but definitely less bothersome.
0218hrs: Off down to collect the washing.
Took this photograph through the lobby doors. Drizzling with rain again, but there was no snow at least. And it didn’t feel too cold out there.
Into the laundry room.
Got the things out and folded up.
Then got them into the bag.
Cleaned the filter and wiped the casings of the machines.
Back up to the twelfth floor.
Made a mug of tea, put the clothes away and had a wee-wee.
Finished off the Sunday diary and got it posted off, at last.
The dreaded wet and warm sensation came from the lower regions. Oh dear!
Harolds Haemorrhoids were leaking again. Cleaned up, applied the cream and change into another new set of protection pants. Blooming good job I’ve had Michael’s help and plenty of them in hand! (As if to put it!)
I was getting a little frazzled with life and things. Possibly through feeling so stonkered and all the new appointments, bleeding, and lack of sleep confusing me. And getting out of my control? Anyway, I was in an edgy mood as I closed the drawer after replacing the hydrocortisone tube after use, I managed to trap my finger in it! What a Plonka! Huh!
Made a start on this load of falderal. 0500hrs: Getting up to here, then went to the WordPress Reader page. Followed by a visit to the comments section.
Then, on to Facebooking.
Ablutions and medicationalisationing tended to. Not a pleasant task, sorting the fungal lesion out.
Took the rubbish bags to the chute on the way out. Where I realised I had not got my hearing aids in.
So I nipped back to the Batchelor-Pad and quickly collected them, and off out to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens shed on Chestnut Walk. Had a natter with some residents in the foyer on the way.
The morning was looking a tad gloomy. Got in the shed and asked Lynne about the Heater lessons and Robin Hood dates and times, to confirm them. Not easy this task, as both hearing aid batteries had run out?
Out to the bus stop and another good chinwag with other residents there. I found that four of our apartment block clan have died this year so far – None of them was pleased with their new radiators or increased costs of running them. Yet, a smile and laugh emitted from most of them. A few are well known to be affected by geliophobia, bless them.
I had an enjoyable natter with the lovely lady on the bus from the 13th floor. I only got three answers in the crossword en route, and (I’m ashamed to say, I do not know the ladies name… well, can’t remember it, Tsk!) she gave me one of those answers. I had a feeling of cingulomania for a moment but controlled myself. Hehe! I found two batteries in the bottom of the bag and fitted them in the hearing aids.
I dropped off the bus at the terminus on Queen Street and took this attempted moody photograph as I walked down into the Slab Square, with the warmless sun facing me. A little pleased with how it came out. (Smug Mode Temporarily Adopted).
I thought about calling at the centre to get some new hearing aid batteries but remembered that they are closed on Mondays.
The shops looked a bit depressing in the City Centre, so many closed down nowadays.
Sad I know, but those in charge of things, the hierarchy doesn’t seem to be too concerned about this state of affairs. Or at least if they are, they’re not letting on.
I plodded to the Poundland World on Wheeler Gate. Where I got some two packets of suet pellets for the mallards on the canal, two more screw-top containers and spotted they had some Pork Farms pork pies in stock with an extended date, so got two of them as well.
Paid the lady on the till and had a Dizzy Dennis. This was a bad one, so I decided to make my way home instead of going to feed the mallards.
I made my way slowly toward the bus stop. Passing on Long Row a so-called Street Sleepers den in front of yet another closed down business.
I caught the bus back to the flats, no fellow-tenants got on en route today.
Once in the flat, I put away the purchases and did the Health Checks and imbibed the medications.
Got the fodder sorted, a bit of big one this time. (Too big, I left a lot of it, Tsk!)
A mixed rating gave for this dollop of nosh. From 1.5/10 to 9.7/10. Don’t know what that makes the average for the meal though. Let me use the calculator for this… Average 7.09/10 I think.
I wanted to watch some TV, thinking this will surely send me to sleep for a bit. For some reason the Freeview programmes, well 2/3rds of them would not show, just a black silent screen? So I reloaded them. While sorting out and deleting the many channels I did not want on the list, I accidentally hit the delete button on channel-801, which is the CCTV camera outside the foyer entrance. So I started over again.
This time it appears, I chose the West Midlands option over the East Midland one and got the wrong area on my listing. Getting annoyed with me now!
Herbert upstairs continued his occasional tapping and banging, while I reset the blooming thing for the third time! Guess what…
Even I found it hard to believe, but I got it wrong again! What a Plonka Grade One! .This time, I’d got it all right I thought and went to remove the unwanted channels, all seemed well… not sure what I did wrong or missed doing, but, when I got it all done, the previous screen still came up with West Midlands channels again!
Many years ago my old boss at the Co-op store I was working at, told me: “You are an Accident-Disaster-Prone-Kunzite!” I’d just stabbed myself while boning out some shoulder bacon. If only he knew how right this was going to prove to be all these years later! Hehe!
Peed off with meself now. I got the last Health Checks and medications taken? Then returned to the TV with renewed confidence and determination to get it right this time. I lied there!
I wet through the updating bit, then slowly and gingerly deleted the channels not required – then even more carefully, the last screen where I select the options. Made sure I chose the East Midlands… and… Wallah! Got it right! Hurrah!
Of course, by then the programmes I wanted to watch had been long gone. Tsk! Very late for me to be still awake, yet I turned on the DVD to watch some Torchwood Episodes. Selected the first episode I wanted to view and fell to sleep. I woke several hours later and turned off the DVD.
I believe I am getting far too lackadaisical, forgetful, Laodicean and incapable of living on my own without some sort of help, assistance or care. Still, never mind I thought and made a mug of tea, dropped it, cleaned it up and bent the mop handle!
Written by Nottingham’s most frustrated Pensioner. Hehe!
0230hrs: I’d been lying there awake for a good while, and was forced to detach my whale-like body from the £300 second-hand recliner to go for a wee-wee. Did a lot better last night in getting some sleep in at last. Little Inchies lesion had been bleeding, but not severely, and I did wear the Protection Pants, so little cleaning up to do.
Got the computer on and made a mug of tea. Which soon went cold at the side of the machine. Another wee-wee!
Back into the kitchen to make another. Got the kettle on the boil and felt a nippy breeze coming in through the holes in the wall, ill-fitting window frame and the air vents.
Took this photo out of the window, but regretted it. There’s not much wind, but it was so cold. The vehicles had all got frosted windscreens.
Thought I’d do the Health Checks next while I was in the room. I didn’t do any medicating or creaming until I get my ablutions done.
I managed to stop myself using the Enoxaparin hypodermic in time. Fool!
Made a fresh smaller mug of tea and took the medications. The Sys has gone back up, at last, the temperature up, and the pulse and down. But I think it all looks fine.
Hippy Hilda and Anne Gyna are calm. Arthur Itis was okay. Crampy Craig is a nuisance on my hands and fingers both this morning. The weight had gone down too. Yet another wee-wee was called for. Oh dear, a third since getting up?
I got yesterday’s diary finished off and posted.
0445hrs: As I started to do this post, an almost instant rumbling and grumbling from the innards forced a requisite for the necessary immediate use of the Porcelain Throne; during which the tea went cold again. Tsk!
0513hrs: Got back from the Throne duties. Yes, 27 minutes of the mess, cacophony, chaos and annoyance, suffered. The Troskies had returned! Discomfort, cringe-worthy and ignominy, would be the best words to describe this session on the Porcelain Throne. Oh, and with sloppy acervuline evacuations. I’m so glad I bought the bottle of liquid soap from Wilko’s last week. It’s so much easier to use and makes less mess with no powder for me to spill. Which I would have if I’d used some detergent. For Shaking Shaun had joined up with Dizzy Dennis to annoy me now. Hard work typing, so many corrections needed.
Cleaning up afterwards took me ages. And, I stubbed my toe going to the kitchen! Hehe! Where I made yet another brew of tea. This time in the tiny mug, bearing in mind all of this morning’s wee-wee activity.
Mind you, thinking about it, I haven’t drunk much tea, in reality, most of it ended up going cold and getting thrown down the sink. Huh! Carried on with updating this twollop.
0530hrs: Went on to WordPress Reading. Then the comments.
0630hrs: The tea had gone cold again, but I did have a few sips of it first this time. Made another one, and went on Facebooking.
Unexpectedly and quickly I began feeling a bit under the weather. So I got the potatoes into the crock-pot and got settled down in the chair. I had hoped to get out in the park later, but the weather and feeling a bit faint put me off completely. Tsk!
Put on the TV in the hopes that I would fall asleep and get some rest. Herbert upstairs was making a little banging about noises, but they were not bothering me too much at all.
Got the nosh sorted out. I’d been nibbling while sat in the chair and didn’t need much of a meal to fill me up.
Alright, this one was. Rated at 8/10.
Blissfully, I drifted off into the land of Nod.
The landline phone tinkled away, I woke, looked at the light flashing and ignored it.
Took a while then, to get back to sleep.
Woke-up with a start, not sure if it was the dream about me in a canoe being chased through blood-veins, or if some noise had woken me. So, I had to get up and have a look around for any signs of disturbances and stubbed my toe doing so. Getting fed-up with the recent anti-sleep campaign being waged against me by well, everything and everyone it seems! Tsk!
While I was awake, I remembered I’d not taken the medications or done the Health Checks, so I did. Gawd blimey this was proving to be a long sleepless night again!
Nodded off again eventually, but woke needing the Porcelain Thrones usage. Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding a bit, so I lost more rest time cleaning things up and medicationalisationing. Humph!
Sod Me!. Then the strobe and pillow shaker alarms activated! Out of the £300 second-hand recliner for the; how many times since I got settled? Did the safety checks, nothing untoward found?
Now disorientated, irritable with myself and having dark thoughts – I tried once more to get to sleep.
I admitted defeat with depressing ease, yet reluctance. At 0015hrs and got up.
0230hrs: Stirred into semi-consciousness and awaited the brain to catch up for a few moments. As I eventually moved to extract the bulbous wobbling body from the £300 second-hand recliner, I became aware of the lack of wet and warmth coming from the lower region. Off to the porcelain throne expecting things in the fungal lesion department to be non-bleeding and improved.
Only to find the damned thing had been bleeding earlier in the night and had dried hard to the inside of the protection pants! Oh, ooh… argh! That was five minutes of pain and ten-minutes of cleaning up I could have well done without. Sorted things though, I think.
Hippy Hilda, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna were all being incredibly kind to me. I expect they knew about all the blood loss and agony I’d gone through and gave me a little respite. Hehe!
Got Health Checks and medications imbibed.
0315hrs: Set-to creating the on CorelDraw for the Funny Ode and graphic post about Nottingham Street Art. Got it posted.
0350hrs: Got the Saturday post updated.
Made a small mug of Extra Strong Old English Breakfast tea.
To the Porcelain Throne and the session went well. In fact, it was completely painless and bloodless.
Took a break from computerisationing and made up the dosage pots ready for next week.
No Fauxpas… well, I hope not anyway. You’ve got laugh ain’t yer!
I took a shot out of the kitchen window, then got back to the Funny Ode and graphic post about Nottingham Street Art creating.
0800hrs: Got the job finished! That one took some time to get done. Posted it off.
Then made up a Morrison food order for delivery next Tuesday. I know I have my INR Warfarin level blood test usually on a Tuesday, but the surgery could not fit me in, so its Wednesday this week. This means I might miss seeing Nurse Nichole. Humph!
1050hrs: Visited the WordPress reader. Then checked the comments.
1115hrs: Next, I started making the templates for the next weeks Inchcock Today drafts. I think I’ll make another mug of tea first, going to be along job this is.
1415hrs: Very tired now, but I’ve got the templates all done. Getting the nosh done now. Oh, no I’m not. I’ll have a go on Facebook then. Tsk!
Going to try and get my head down and some sleep now. Hope I wake up if I go to sleep that is before the potatoes are burnt. Hahaha!
No sleep, so I got up and made the meal.
A good one, despite almost falling asleep eating it. 9.3/10 rating.
Washed the pots and did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Got done in the £300 second-hand recliner again and put a New Tricks DVD on.
That did not help me to get any kip it. So I turned on the TV – brilliant idea! I nodded off at the first set of commercials and slept for about four hours! Woke in need of a wee-wee, but could not nod-off again. So I put the TV back on to watch the football. Fell asleep and had a weird dream. Cannot remember much about it, but I was being chased again and ended up underground in a massive cave, conducting an orchestra of all Albert Einsteins in it?
