Tuesday 1st August 2017
Corsican: Marti 1u Aostu 2017
Woke around 0415hrs. The mind confused, a mess all around me and the £300 second-hand recliner, the TV still on with crumbs on my stomach, the chair cover and the carpet, and my glasses pushed back on top my head.
Remembered the Morrison delivery, the Hearing Aid update visit and to get a razor scraper and finger nail remover while in town later. Hopefully, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis will give me a break today. Please!
Dismounted the recliner and off for a Porcelain Throne session. Not good this one, but at least Haemorrhoid Harold was only leaking blood the tiniest bit. Little Inchy needed attention as is usual lately.visit
Took the medications and did the Health Checks.
All the readings seemed lowish today?
Apart from the weight, which I am not prepared to share with you at this moment, due to my shame! Hehe!
Into the kitchen, noticing there were no new tar marks on the window glass.
Got the kettle on and attempted to take another of the Vista shots that I seem to have difficulty in making. But today was different, and I got it right on the third attempt.
Cleaned up the mess near the chair. Appears I had been nibbling some crisps I think… a lot of them, judging by the number of crumbs I had to hoover up. Tsk!
For a fleeting moment, memories of some of the dreams came into my head. By the time I’d got the pencil out of the drawer, they had gone from my puzzled brain. I do annoy myself when this happens!
Computer started, and I made the graphic for the top of this page.
Had a wee-wee. Painful Little Inchy was re-medicated. This prompted me to check the Emails, to see if any had arrived from the clinic yet. But none.
Responded to some of the emails and did Some WordPress reading.
Finished yesterday’s diary and posted it off.
Food delivery arrived.
Got it stowed away, freezer and fridge full again.
Had a wee-wee
Got the crossword book and the nibbles, in the bag for the site Obergruppenfurheresses.
Medicalisationing and ablutioning tended to.
Gathered everything (Well, I thought I had) needed for the day and got myself down to the foyer. Had a chinwag with a lady in the lift and she mentioned she had to make a list of things to do when going out and asked if I had lost my hearing aids as she could see I was not wearing them. Whoopsiedangleplop! I went back up in the lift after she dropped off, to fetch the list and hearing aids.
Time was getting close to 0930hrs now, and I was a bit nervous in case I missed the bus and was late for the appointment, and I still had a decent walk to get to the bus stop. Grabbed the hearing aids and put them in going down in the elevator.
Hobbling along Chestnut Walk and realised that I had not picked up the note of things to do! Humph! There were five things on it, I remember that much.
All I could recall at the time was the razor scraper, nail polish remover and the hearing aid place visit.
The bus was late arriving, so had a chinwag and a laugh with some tenants in the queue. The city bound bus came and off to town we were transported.
Dropped off on Queen Street and limped down through the Old Market Slab Square, which was designated as The Nottingham Beach with its rides, amusements and highly priced eateries, etc.
A little early for it to be busy yet.
But some families had laid claim to the favourite corner positions on the beach. I wondered if any of them were German holidaymakers? Hehe!
I took a photograph that should have been of one boy on the car rides that was very happy and waving each time he passed to his family. But when I got back and downloaded it, this is what I got. Missed the boy off altogether? Twit!
Jogged into the Pound World shop… (Jogged? Where did I get from, Haha!) to search for some nail varnish remover and a razor scraper. Got the varnish remover alright, but had to ask one of the staff if they had any scrapers. They sell them but had none in stock at the moment.
Out and nearly fell over a rough sleeper in the doorway, who I had not noticed on my in?
Up the road and into the Hearing Aid place. Logged in with Snottypants on the reception and got the crossword book out.
The young chap who dealt with me last time collected me and took me into his room.
He recorded details on the computer and then showed my how to clean the contact point on the aids. Using a brush and prodder-througherer to clean the air hole and little contact slot cover. Also how to replace the lid of each one when replacing it. The cleaning has to be done each day.
I thanked him and departed. Noticing the rough sleeper had gone, and the shop opposite that was signed as being up for lease or sale last week, were now To Let.
Desperate times for retailers in Nottingham these are!
Checked the time and the bus back to the flats was due in ten minutes. So made my 
way to it via the Nottingham Beach.
This Herbet of a young Nottingham Pavement Cyclist almost hit me as he rode along with music earpieces in his tab holes.
Bless him!
Across the road and through the square.
This ride that rises above the Council House height at the top was belting around at an uncomfortable looking rate of knots, for me.
Then again, the youngsters on it all seemed to be enjoying themselves.
The last amusement ride I looked at was also moving fast and up and down.
I find it hard to realise that Suzie and I used to like these types at the fairs and seaside all those years ago.
Across near the beach and made my way to 
the paper shop on the corner of Queen Street.
The beach, was now getting far busier with happy, noisy kids and frustrated looking given-up-on-controlling the ankle-snappers parents? Hehehe!
Went into the paper shop and bought a TV magazine for next week. Then up the hill to the bus-stop.
Where I pondered on what the missing task was that I could not remember needed doing. Failed to recall it, though.
Caught the bus and at the next stop, a few of the tenants got on, including Obergefreiteress Jenny. We had a friendly gossip en route.
At the flats, I found this parked outside the apartments.
The lady from the 15th floor came out to catch a taxi and informed me that the lifts were not working.
Oh dearie me! By luck, when I went in the firemen had just restarted them. Phew!
Up to the apartment and had a wee-wee. 
Put the hearing aid tools away and got the black bean beef and egg, rice and fresh garden peas into their respective foil dishes. Lidded them ready to go into the oven later.
Picked some programmes to fall asleep to later, as well.
Updated this diary. Did the midday and evening checks.
Got the trays into the oven, must remember to check them after half-an-hour, so I set the timer.
A quick check on the Emails. Nowt from the clinic.
Had a bash on Facebooking.
Got the meal served up.
Beef in black bean sauce, egg rice with peas and a few little potatoes.
Really did enjoy this one.
Went to do the washing up and the rain had returned.
No getting to sleep for ages and ages.
Far too late, not even many nod-offs?
The mind racing away over everything and nothing at the same time.
Tsk!
Gave up trying to catch up on any sleep again, and went into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
Hope to go into Arnold, visit the Arnot Hill Park and feed the ducks, then walk into Arnold proper and call at a few shops in the hope of obtaining some cheap nail polish remover and a Razor scraper. So I can tackle the kitchen window tar spots again later.
At the bus stop, the bench was filled up with tenants, female tenants. And good chin wag and laugh ensued while we waited for the bus. ‘All Aboard’, and in Sherwood, everyone, bar me got off. I was abandoned!
Dropped off and hobbled towards the park and pond.
I left through the top gate and gingerly hobbled to the bus stop, just as the sky began to threatened rain or a storm.
Again, I was the slowest of us all in hobbling back along Chestnut Walk to the apartments from the bus stop.
Got the fodder prepared and digested while watching some Boon DVD episodes.
To the Porcelain Throne and washed the dining pots.
The view through the window had that bluish tone again, but it soon brightened up.
I started to complete the Saturday Diary and had to return to the Porcelain Throne. Little Inchy had to be cleaned of blood, and Daktacort creamed again. Tsk!
Back to the computer, and heard some noises similar to gurgling sounds? Went to the kitchen, where I thought they were emanating from and had a look around and out of the window. Checked the Crock-pot, sink, cooker and fridge. The noises did not return and the mini-tar-like marks on the window that had increased in number since yesterday started to annoy me again! So I set-to giving them a good soak and scrub with the scouring pad for ten minutes or so.
The window control box, cleverly positioned on the right with about ¾” of space to get your fingers into to pull out the blunt lever so you can close or open the window to turn it around for cleaning; Trapping my knuckles against the frame as I struggled to turn in into position.
But, I did not swear, curse, accuse Nottingham City Homes of being Silly Billy’s in locating the switch where they did or use any bad language at all. Oh, no. Hehe!
Made a flask of tea went to put this the medications with it near to the computer.
All settled now.
Got the dinner ready.
In between watching but not fully absorbing the England v France football Match, many wee-wees had to be tended to, very many!
Health Checks. Weight still 14.88, Tsk!
But, after my disastrous attempts at freeing the stuff from the window, the view was still breathtakingly 
Got the food ready, with the intention of settling and watching the Women’s European Championship Quarter Final match, Netherlands v Sweden, and then switching channels to enjoy the Denmark v Germany games with the prospect of the France v England match to come on Sunday.
0108hrs: Woke and forced me out of the £300 second-hand recliner.
things up and washed some pots I missed doing last night.
Up and got the Health Checks done. This looks okay to me.
Made a brew and took the medications.
yobboes trying to get into the building to create more havoc and vandalisation.
0250hrs: Down to check on and collect the washing.
I’d taken the camera with me again and took this photo. I thought I could use it as an ‘Identify This’ competition on the TFZ?
0325hrs: Down to collect the laundry and titivate the room and machines up a bit. A good idea I thought at first, but this proved to be an Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplop exciting activity. Huh!
The Nottingham City Council had kindly supplied us with a Pound Shop brush and vintage circa 1965 rusty dustpan, so we could clean the Laundry Room and save the Caretakers time so they can use their mobile phones more often and avoid them being required to do any cleaning whatsoever, in the laundry room.
Good job I keep a bottle of cleaning fluid, paper towels and freshener in the laundry bag at all times. Well, it wouldn’t feel right to have to disturb our friendly conscientious caretaker, just for him to some caretaking, now and then, would it? 
A little light drizzle and high winds as I departed the flats and had a walk around to the back of them.
As I took this photograph, the rain came down with a bit more gusto.
My heart went out to one little Buttercup (I think) flower in the thicket at the top.
Through the trees and near the top of the access to the gravel path down that goes alongside the Copse down to the flat, I took this unintended picture of my foot. Tsk!
The Tree Copse has never looked better. The rain had given it a distinctive glow of sorts to the greenery.
to Mansfield Road, turned left over the hill and down into Sherwood.
Dropped off at the Chestnut Walk bus stop and hobbled to the apartments.
Pod peas in the fridge, wee-wee, and got the dinner on the cook.
Went to do the washing up, and the rain was belting down something awful. Good job I didn’t go out later than I did.
Washed up and back to the £300 second-hand recliner. By then I’d forgotten all about any dreams until I saw the scribbled note on the pad.But, they meant little to me
Checked the Emails.
All medicated and cleaned up, I set off to the new Community Shed.
Looking down the hill through the trees and bushes I spotted a squirrel.
along my chosen route.
I tried to get a picture of it, but off it flew at just the wrong moment. Tsk!
Generally a muted session I’d say.
A new poster was on the board near the elevators this morning. Seems that many others were not enamoured to the way the letter about moving the door-mats was written. Nottingham City Homes Obergruppenfurheress Angela Gould signed the original demand and threateningly worded letter, too!
Chinwag in the lift on the way up with some tenants.
Ah, it is now!
Had to get up to sort out the Little Inchy leakage, out on some protection pants (How I hate wearing these nappies for adults!) to be on the safe side
It was about 0530hrs.
Carried out the Health Checks and took the medications.
I cleverly stubbed my toe on the Ottoman en route to the wet room. Tsk!
As I turned right, the flora coming through the fences was attracting some insects. Being as I was in plenty of time, I stopped to try and take a decent photograph of one.
Down onto Mansfield Road. The rain started then.
Up over the crest of the hill, and down into Carrington.
Passing a garden on my left, and I saw this bush with some unusual looking blooms on it.
Commanded me to take a seat and said she would be back in a moment and disappeared to talk to some one outside. These new hearing aids are useful, I’d never have heard her with the old ones in.
I thanked her and gave her some nibbles and departed, out into the rain again. As I took this photograph to use in the ‘Under-the-Brolly’ pictures on my Facebook albums, the lady driver got out of the car and demanded to know why I was shooting her vehicle!
The bus arrived, and I was soon off back into Sherwood, in the heavier than ever rain.
Had a session on the Porcelain Throne.
The doorbell chimed, it was a delivery form Cooper’s with the things I’d ordered to use as Christmas pressies.
Cleaned up, turned off the computer and got the meal going.
Cleaned things up from the treatments and into the kitchen and got the kettle on the boil.
Emails sorted.
The RIAS towels that are not individually wrapped I rated at the same score. Because they are thicker and more sturdy than the Lifesaver ones – but one has to be careful not to get them wet before using them. This, will probably mean having to faffle about putting them in tin foil or some small bag and sealing them, before putting them in 
your pocket or handbag? 
The Mailman calleth.
Mind you; the Farmfoods one did advertise some new Vegi Kitchen meals on offer. So when Obergruppenfurheress Dean arrives to pick up the locker key, I can shoot off (Speaking figuratively) to Bulwell and the Farmfoods store to investigate… Oh, no, after the Iceland Food Delivery as well, then I can.
The Iceland delivery arriveth now. A little surprised at how much I’d ordered.
Onto the bus, and I got the crossword book out, but didn’t do very well with going through those I’d got as far as I could earlier and attempting to find inspiration and some more answers.
I alighted the bus on Upper Parliament Street and was nearly hit by another of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists.
Avoiding the Nottingham pavement Cyclists, I made my way to the bus stop on Queen Street. The bus soon arrived, and I got on and the crossword book out and started a new one off.
Back at the flats and off the bus, I was a little perturbed at being the slowest of the tenants on the walk to the end of the road to Woodthorpe Court.
Jealousy, I suppose. Hehe!
Chose some programmes to fall asleep watching.
Got the meal served up with the added fresh garden peas it looked appetising.
veg passable, but the imitation meat chunks were like softened cardboard in texture and taste. My advice; Don’t bother with this meal, not one of their best at all!
TV on, first programme, fell asleep.
the time I was getting up, I somehow feared that I’d dreamt about the brain clearing and it had not really done so? Stubbing the toe was almost a pleasure, for it allowed the brain to function and learn things really had cleared-up a lot. Did that make sense?
The view from the window was fantastic this morning.
Did the Health Checks and took the morning medications.
The bus soon filled up when it arrived, the majority of the residents were going down into Sherwood, where they alighted to do their Doctors Visits and shopping.
When we arrived in Arnold, Barry and his wife got off the bus at the same place as I did, at the Sainsbury’s Store.
Got the nosh away. Marinated some baked beans in honey, bbq seasoning and tomato sauce, mustard – afraid I can’t find the sultanas to go in. Huh! Having Frikadellens with these. Chicken & Turkey ones for a change.
Dizzy Dennis in attendance still.
Anne Gyna kicked off as I bent down to retrieve a dropped tea bag from the kitchen floor.
Got the fodder served up.