Saturday 6th January 2018
Malay: Sabtu 6 Januari 2018
0320hrs: After all the past three days Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpa’s I knew something had to happen. I slept six hours straight through, which was needed and I felt grateful for. But the innards were rumbling and grumbling instantly, and astonishingly every ailment bar Rumbling Robert, Duodenal Donald and Dizzy Dennis, were far less prominent than of late. I even escaped the £300 second-hand recliner with relative ease as I made my way to the Porcelain Throne in an attempt to settle-down Rumbling Robert. A messy little job, and I only read a page and a half of the Lenigrad book, and it was all over. Cleaned up, applied some pain gel to Hippy Hilda’s location and made my way to the kitchen, to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
During which the brain kept giving me ideas for an ode about this weeks Whoopsiedangleplops, so rapidly I thought I was turning into an epopoeist; pitifully, within seconds, the words and ideas faded and the grey-cells refused to store them. But the suggestion of doing a rhyming blog of the week’s Whoopsies remained appealing to me.
Did the medical needs.
Made a cuppa, then got the computer on, but the Rumbling innards had other plans and gurgled away again, forcing a panicky rush back to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dear! A proper messy session this time. Cleaned up and back to the computer.
I tried doing this blog idea and Whoopsiedangleplop on CorelDraw instead of WordPress or Word. It took me a long, long time to get done. Blimey, six hours, and I am not pleased with the result. Tsk!
Posted it off and did this up to here, then started to finished off Friday’s diary.
Went to make another mug of tea and took this photograph of the dank-weather and bare open balconies outside.
The wind had dropped, though the drizzle continues.
Back on the computer and the Friday Inchcock Today finishing off of.
I rang Sister Jane, but no answer, I know she is having problems with her mobile. Rang her hubby Pete. Poor devil sounded proper poorly with the flu. I rang Jane back, but he hadn’t much time as she was galavanting. Hehe!
Went on to the WordPress reader.
Then many hours creating some ‘TFZers Visit Gerry in Nottingham’ graphics series. During which this came up from Firefox:
When I can work out what it means, it might be a good thing. Back to the TFZer graphicationalising. Accompanied by Herbert upstairs scraping tapping and dropping stuff on the floor. Indeed not the workers to blame on a Saturday!
Five hours later, I got the artworks finished. A further hour and I got them posted. Here’s just a few of them:
Made a post of them on WordPress.
Long past my kipping-down time now.
I took a photo of the sky and got the medications took, and Health checks were done and got the fodder prepared, determined not to let the tray slip off my knees tonight. Typing this made me realise that the ailment had been kind to me tonight, bar Hippy Hilda and Duodenal Donald. Very good methinks?
I ate most of it, but fighting against falling asleep spoilt the flavour a bit.
The oven rewarmed cobs were buttered and thickly loaded with slices of Krakowska.
I washed the pots and got the TV going to check what was on offer tonight. I’d forgotten to get a TV magazine, Tsk!
I think I nodded off while looking at it, waking up six hours later, in need of the Porcelain Throne.
TTFN, each.
I’d not noticed it earlier, but the state of the washer I’d not used was disgusting.
I got the togs out of the dryer. Cleaned the filter.
The cream cakes I’d ordered for Joy’s (I think that’s her name) birthday arrived in excellent condition. I got some for Jenny and Frank and the Warden Obergruppenfurheresses as well, with some sourdough bread. I got the stuff into storage and the hand-outs in the bag ready with the nibbles.
Cleaned up the kitchen and returned the stuff back to the wet room.
I called in flat 38 on the sixth, no, the fifth floor, on the way down, to give Mary some cakes and the Seagal DVDs. Bless her!
They were here for a good while. No alarms activating in the flats, but that is not unusual.
But did this discourage the workers out there on the hoists and scaffolding?
And look at it now!
Carried out the Health Checks and took the medications.
Dropped off in the drizzly windy City and made my way into Victoria Centre and went into Boots and up to opticians. I planned to ask them if they had any spectacles with large lenses and to make an appointment to get some. I perused those on display, but could not find any substantial enough. So, I joined the queue at the service desk.
I only got two pork knuckles and went to the young lady on the checkout, who didn’t speak much, as she undercharged me by 10p.
I crossed the road and up into Trinity Square, where I took a photographicalisation of some expensive Bibelots in a jewellery shop window.
Some fascinating Nottingham Street Art was spotted near the Market Place.
No smiling face, laughter or enjoyment burst forth from any of the well-wrapped-up Nottinghamian’s I passed by.
As the vehicle passed Sneinton, I took a picture of the Nottingham City Homes flats that had been modernised last year.
I put the meat in the fridge, the card for Jane on the bookcase.
Then added the reminders to the Google and written calendars. Bit of an embarrassment found. I’d just told Jane and Pete I’d be up to see them Friday, and now doing the calendar transfer I find that the Willmott-Brown people are calling to shut off the heaters on that day!
Then got the fooder served up. A reet treat. A whole mini-pork-knuckle and curried baked beans, Scottish Plain Bread Not so good cause I took it out of the freezer, plain yoghourt with Golden Syrup and a large mug of Clementine Juice.
Bent forward manipulating the leg by the knee, the pencil pressed against the right buttock, I got in a pickle as to
how to and what was the best way, to avoid setting off Hilda, and avoiding the splinters of wood from the half-pencil penetrating the skin of my rear end at the same time? I failed entirely in this. The leg fell, and Hilda let me know, and the pencil drew blood as it punctured the fleshy skin.
Got the kettle on.
scepticism drifted from my brain. Mind you, a lot of stuff escapes my mind nowadays, Hehe!
Stuck my head out of the window to see what the weather was like.
Got the computer going and checked the weather forecast.
Although I didn’t realise it at the time, I waddled off down the road wondering what it might have been that he thought I had said, and forgot to drop the glass off at the bin.
I did notice that the external work to the balconies and windows was still on hold.
turned right down Winchester Street Hill.
There was a small squirrel on a low wall, who didn’t seem bothered when I got out the camera and zoomed in on him or her.
Up the slow gradient on Mansfield Road and over the crest, down towards Carrington.
As I approached the vehicle, a man came out of the garden, gave me a good stare, and got it and started the engine.
understand the sign language he used, though. Naughty!
cyclist.
I got to the surgery and went to register with the receptionist, who was busy on the phone.
A sad sight a few yards up the hill on my way to the Pelican lights.
Out and up the road, and called in the Card Shop, no, Card Warehouse it’s called. 
Although it doesn’t show well in the photograph I took of it, but there came all at the same time, seven buses!
A lot of workers but not many tenants about as I walked to the foyer.
Got the computer going to update this post.
Made a mug of tea and got the Health Checks done and medications taken.
Went in to make a brew, and found the weather a little unappealing. Just as well perhaps that there are no buses and nowhere to out to?
Marie, Pattie, Julie and Gladys were all equal winners.
Oh, heck. I’m bleeding badly now. Off to the wet room for medicationalisationing and try to stop it. Little Inchy’s fungal infection has cracked, and the last thing I need is to go to the hospital again during the holidays.
0140hrs: Cleaned-up and got the laundry things collated, and off down the lift.
can’t be blamed?
Bit of a whippersnapper, he only looked about 55 years old. 
I nipped outside to take a picture from outside the foyer doors. Flipping cold out there!
0218hrs: Down to move the stuff from the washer to drying machine. Up again and got the Health checks done.
0318hrs: Down to collect the clothing and towels.
The cars below seem to have a good frost if or even ice, on their windscreens.
Walking down Chestnut Walk and took care not to hobble over the standing rain and snow water near the work compound gate, as it had frozen solid.
I dropped off and made my over the road into the Victoria Centre (Mall), up the escalator and in the Market.
As I departed the mall, I noticed some blue stuff on the floor near several giant flower pots and wondered what they were.
I walked along Milton Street on to Upper Parliament Street and down Queen Street into the City Centre.
Into the flat, and put the foodstuff away.
I went to put it in the spare room, and guess what? I found the other pressie I’d misplaced.
I could see the rain on the window.
Made a brew and moved to the computer and got it started. It dawned on me that I had not opened the Christmas Cards yet, so went to collect them from the top of the DVD collection where I knew I had stored them – but they were not there!?!? 
0550hrs: Made another mug of tea and had a wee-wee. Later on to Facebooking.
surprise and pleasure, they had some of the bags of the Stilton biscuits in, on offer 3 for £3, so I got six of them. Some Wholemeal Thins bread, small potatoes and a packet of 4 mini-pork pies with caramelised onion chutney on top. I forgot to get the milk, Tsk! I realised this when going through the checkout I noticed the lady in front had remembered her milk. Hehe! Had I gone back get some, I would have missed the bus to the flats, so I didn’t.
Limped rapidly out and up to the bus stop, with two minutes to spare. The bus got very busy en route. But most of the folks had a word and laugh with the driver.
offered him a cheerio ‘Good Morning Bill’, but got no reply.
The lady who walks her elderly greyhounds was braving the weather with the black one, both rescue dogs and with a sweet personality. She can’t manage the two of them, I can’t remember why now. No, that’s not right, I’m sure she could cope with them, I meant she prefers not to for some reason.
So I got the nosh sorted out.
The skyline looked like it had been painted on and had the sense of not belonging to the rest of the view. If that makes sense.
The benefit is I think when the brain is running away on its own course and all efforts to regain control of it fail; thus, sleep is impossible; at least I can put the goggle-box on, and the brain usually surrenders and goes back to its regular lackadaisically detached, uninterested mode. Then sleep comes. Fair enough, it might only be five minutes here or ten or thirty minutes there, but the system works. I should write a book about this? Haha!
I began to think things were improving, then stubbed my toe on the large Ottoman as I made my way to the wet room, which started Hippy Hilda off, naturally. Humph! Things went well with the evacuation with no bleeding at all.
CorelDraw again and got some work done on a Lynton and Martin graphic… Boing!
The Scottish plain bread had thawed out okay. Seasoned the canned tomatoes with some Pasta tomato and garlic sauce added and liberally sprinkled basil in the saucepan.
There came a whining noise from outside. Like wind blowing through metal fixtures or frames. Then, of course, my astute, quick, calculating, intelligent brain remembered the building is covered with metal fixtures, structures, hoists and scaffolding. How I let myself forget these are there befuddles me this is what I can see sat here through the window now.
The ‘Herbert’ above me is knocking and banging away again.
I did a check on the L9 buses over the holidays.
Got the nosh sorted.
I ate and enjoyed the meal with relish. Then a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived as I was seated on that Throne for ages and ages. Half in- half out and agony! Hehe! In the end, I gave up, and uncomfortably got a wash and clean up, and back into the kitchen. Did the Health Checks and took the medications.