Saturday 2nd August 2017
0430hrs: No signs of any nibbling activity around the recliner.
Although the dream memories were fecund, they absconded from my reach within seconds, most aggravating. They seem lately to be non-existent or soon evanesce. Egads!
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dear! Haemorrhoid Harry bleeding freely again. Made right mess that needed cleaning up. Getting low on Haemorrhoid Harry’s cream now. Titivated things and back to the recliner room, found a note on the arm of the 
chair.
Times and scribble on it, not the foggiest idea what it should represent, apart from the Wee-wee?
Bad writing to say the least, but maybe I was half-asleep when pencilled it?
Took a photo from the kitchen window while I did the Health Checks and took the medications. Sys 169, Dia 76, Pulse 99, Temp 33.3, Weight now up to 14.9… Tsk!
Again, I took a Dia-Limit capsule as things were still not free of Trotsky Terence’s interference on the Throne.
0630hrs: I set to importing and doctoring the photographs from yesterday, those I took and them that Jane & Pete had sent me. This was an enormous task. By the time I had used them in yesterday’s post and on a dedicated one, it was 1210hrs! The day had gone! Tsk!
I began this diary up to here, then checked the Emails, did WordPress reading and responding.
Then I went on Facebooking. Being so busy I’d missed an awful lot.
Got carried away finding words to use and adding them to my own Words-to-Use file on Word.
Then on to Coreldraw to do some prep work for the next TFZer series.
Drained and tired now. I did the Health Checks and took the medications and then got the fodder ready.
Balsamic boiled sliced potatoes, with beetroot vinegarette, Mushroom & Pork Pate, tomatoes in balsamic vinegarette, potato letters. Peas and a rather overcooked yet tasty beef pie – and; The apple that Pete kindly stole from his neighbour’s tree and gave to me yesterday. Hehe!
Oh, and a banana.
I settled down to watch the Spain v Italy football match. It seems that the Italians have copied much from the England team. Maybe they should stop doing this? That is if they want to win something, like a football competition. The Spaniards were so superior in every department, I tried to count their players on the pitch, I thought they had sneaked an extra couple onto the field. Hehe!
Had dreams the moment I nodded off, but I can only recall the tiniest of details. Somehow I was swimming inside an oil tanker, and searching for lost shoelace?
Woke a few times to go to the Porcelain Throne, but it was all wind. Oh, dearie me!
Up the lift with its flickering lights, and got a brew made and took the morning medications.
to the laundry room. The elevator lights were still flickering and flashing, I know not why.
usual today.
The trays where you put the soap powder if you use it, and freshener were clogged up with old powder, and the front of the machines had spillage stuck to it. Cleaned up both machines.
The next one warns of Travellers who have set up camp in Woodthorpe Grange Park at the top.
I went outside to take this ‘Moody’ attempt of a photographicalisation of the apartments frontage.
The weather was pleasant as I wandered off into the shrubbery in search of an other Nottingham Nature photograph.
fetched Fooey down, and a fuss was made. I fed him a tube of liquefied cat food he liked and had a chinwag with him.
Their garden looked in super form.
gals and guys in the garden along with me. The idea being that I doctor a photo of a TFZer and put it alongside me in the graphic?
them.
Jane & Pete with Fooey outside their glazed patio doors.
And this set Hilda Hip off again.
When I went into the kitchen to sort the meal out, I got sidetracked again, this time by the wonderful view outside.
rst I thought this warm wet feeling was from Trotsky Terence, but no, just crimson red blood to deal with.
Finally I got to the fodder and consumed it – and if only I could have got it while it was hot and not reheated, this might have been one of the best ever! For I enjoyed it all the same.
Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana called on me to check out if I had done the monthly Wrist Alarm battery checks. I reported that I had. (I don’t think she believed me judging by the semi-concealed obliquely s
So I took an extra Omeprazole capsule with medications.
Checked the Emails: Sister Jane sent one granting me permission to visit her on Friday.
Parliament Street, things seemed a bit bleak as I struggled to keep my balance.
I called in the market there to look at the shirts the Afghanistani stallholder chap had on offer.
I noticed some Nottingham Street Art on the way.
This photograph does not show the price ticket, so I thought I might use it as a ‘Price Competition’ on their site later?
When the bus got on a bit further, May got on the bus. We chatted, and when we arrived at the flats, I was able to assist with getter her trolley off of the vehicle.
Went in to repeatedly check the fodder, and leant out of the balcony to tak this shot ofthe kids on the park up the hill.
The meal was wonderful, and despite Duodenal Donald’s attentions, I enjoyed eating it.
Around 0425hrs, Trotsky Terence forced me to dismount the £300 second-hand recliner and visit the Porcelain Throne. As I got out and stood up, the pain from my left big toe was enough to make me take a closer look. Blood blister? Tsk, another toe-stubbing I cannot remember doing!
Peered out of the window and took this photographicalisation of the road below.
I cursed and cleared up the ensuing mess.
The tea had gone cold, so I went back to the kitchen to make another… this was when I noticed as I got the milk out of the fridge, a Gooey mess had leaked from something down into the bottom of the refrigerator and onto the freezer door below. I had to move the whole unit to make room for the salad drawer to come out and cleaned it all 
up.
While on the Emails, I checked them out and did some WordPress reading.
Took a few photographs of a bee on the flowers on the verge. I made five in all, but only this one had the bee in it. It was quick, Hehe!
Got down to Mansfield Road and waited for a bus.
She called my name, then said; ‘Follow me!, ‘Come in!’ as we got to the treatment room door. ‘Go through!’, then ‘Sit!’ This was the verbal theme throughout. She took the blood, and I thanked her meekly and handed over the bag of nibbles and exited the place.
Got the meal served up.
Caught up with finishing the weekend post and started this one off.
se of the parking difficulties near the flats.
As we approached the gatehouse, I tried to get a shot of this little wasp whatever it is, ferreting on this flower, whatever it is. Hehe!
They looked like they might be Discovery variety, but perhaps not, they fruit in winter, I think.Most of them had brown spots on them and did not look very appetising. I mentioned this to BJ, and he said he thought they were grown to sell to a cider maker?
I approached from the rear nearer to the orchard, thus avoided struggling up the steps to get through.
I was a little surprised when BJ dropped off the man and woman at a Premier Inn on Mansfield Road in Daybrook on the way back.
Served up the food and enjoyed what of it I could eat. For some reason, the appetite was not as large as usual. However, it was tasty, delicious. I had to use distilled vinegar as I have run out of malt vinegar.
Craig Cramps started off with the hands. This occasion was so different to any others I’d had. The fingers did not warp and bent as they normally would, a few of the digits straightened out painfully and it was a bit of a job getting them to bend again afterwards. Humph!
0330hrs: Sudden decision to get the washing done. Down to the laundry room.
A little confusing about the Scarborough now Skegness outing?
0405hrs: Down to move the washing to the dryer.
As I went back to the lift, I saw a notice I’d missed earlier, either that; or someone had been down and put it up during the last hour. Hehe!
Gathered and folded the dried togs and got them into the bag.
Got the nosh cooking, peas in saucepan chips and pie in the oven.
It was 0355hrs by the time I got around to carrying-out the Health Checks.
I’ve a little bit of advice in the form of a tip here for you folks. Then you are getting down to get the washing-up liquid from underneath the kitchen sink and get a visit from Dizzy Dennis, try not to fall with all your weight against the cupboard door. Especially when your thumb is still in the closet! The door squashing your digit may impose a sweet blood-blister under your nail. Hehe!
Got the nosh sorted. Tomatoes and balsamic vinegar dressing, boiled potatoes with grated cheese, beetroot, cheesy potato pockets, apple, mini pork pie, mushrooms and a slice of flat bread. Followed by a lemon curd yoghourt.
Ailments all seemed very kind to me this morning.
I had made some scribbled notes on the pad and was having difficulty in reading this word on the right that I’d scrawled.
As I took this photograph through the front of the bus windscreen, I have to admit that a Senior Moment/Whoopsiedangleplop developed. Not funny at the time, but it is now; I completely forgot why I was going to town on the bus!
Up the hill and down into the City Centre.
I nearly took a different route to the bus stop, that would have meant my proceeding down this road in the picture on the right.
I passed this new piece of Nottingham Street Art on the way
A new Nottingham bus was spotted. These are ones that run of animal-pooh and not diesel.
The ready meal was called: Monterey Jack & Smokey bacon loaded Fries. I added lots of shredded strong cheddar cheese on top, and after it had cooked, mini tomatoes and three little soy boiled potatoes.
room for a wee-wee again.
Walked up to the Copse, and had a little wander around.
A bit further along towards the Social Hour Shed, I espied dozens of flies showing interest in a nettle leaf. As I got the camera ready to picture them, all but this one flew off.
To the bus stop and a chinwag or two there, and into Town.
Paid for them and out over and through the Victoria Centre Mall and out and up to Trinity Square. Not many people about in this neck of the woods.
Island. Spotting the mobile-sign about the closure of the Broad Marsh Car Park, I thought that after going to the Audio Centre to be spoken down to and sneered at (If things go as usual there, that is), I’d go and take some photos of the collapsed wall car park on Mount Street.
The first task was to get across the road and up Standard Hill, on Park Row.
Looked at the new student’s flats that were built last year.
Then down and over Maid Marion Way and down St James street into the city centre.
lens ___?___ on them. (I can’t remember the word, but I knew I’d never heard it before). He walked away giving me a look that told me he thought I was either lying, stupid or both?
into Marks & Spencers Food Hall in their basement. Fatal for the waistline and bank balance this turned out to be. Huh!
Paid my dues and up and out into Wheeler Gate.
Back at the flats, the plates were giving me some grief. Got in, had a wee-wee and got the meal started cooking. Rostis, tomatoes, mini cheese pork pie, mushrooms, beetroot, free range chicken leg, a slice of wholemeal bread and an apple. Lemon curd yoghourt to follow.
The plates were a little sore, so I abandoned the idea of a walk and got the food ready.