Friday 24th March 2017
Luxembourgish: Freideg 24. Mäerz 2017
Woke around 0400hrs, the mind in a twisted contorted demented condition. Mixed sentiments, ranging twixt utter fear, contentment, panic, admiration and confusion. I lay back on the £300 second-hand recliner for a good while trying to rearrange, organise these rambling thoughts into logicality, make sense of them and fight some of them off. I felt the nerves were winning the battle.
Around 0440hrs, I dismounted the recliner, seeing some notes I must have made from the dreams, placed it near the computer to look at later, there were no memories of any dream, just the scribbled 
notes
Into the kitchen, via a wee-wee in the WC, made
a mug of strong tea and took the medications.
Did the health checks, the pulse was well and truly high, I didn’t do the weighing of my aged flobby-body. Decided I could not face another disappointment at this moment.
Decided I could not face another disappointment at this time. Hehe!
Took a photograph from the kitchen window.
Finished yesterday’s diary off and got it posted to WordPress.
Checked the email, and one from Sister Jane brought me some more sad news. She is taking Arthur the cat, to the veterinary today, in anticipation that he will recommend him being put down. All thin, but Jane says he is eating well?
She sent this last photo of him in their garden. I hope she doesn’t mind me putting on here, but a picture can say so much more than words sometimes?
I bet poor Jane is in turmoil about which route to take. So much love and joy shared between them.
I cried to myself for Jane and Arthur. Done a bit of that recently, crying. The atrocity in London, Olive’s suffering… The memories cannot be taken away. The Vet might decide Arthur can carry on a while longer, best to take his advice. Poor Jane.
I went into the kitchen to make another drink, again via the WC for another wee-wee (?).
Noticed the sharp change in the view from earlier, so decided to post them both together below.
Did some graphic preparation and then saw the scribble about the dream on the pad about the dream, so took a look at it: Many of my words were undecipherable I’m afraid. Mighty gale – died. Alone, pitifull. Hate. Orange beast, electricity and woeful were the only things I could read?
Carried out the second health checks:
The Pulse seems a bit high still, but I was well pleased with the weight!
I could not find the camera anywhere?
So had to resurrect an old little one, search for batteries and find a card to use.
Had a search all over for the newer camera, for an hour almost, without any luck.
An absolute mystery to me? Very annoyed with myself again! Humph! I’ll need an afflatus to solve this one!
Facebooked for a while.
Then did some blogging.
Got the ablutions tended to, wrapped up and set off to catch the L9 bus into town to look into buying a camera to replace the lost Lumix one. Missed the bus.
Walked up by the Copse and down through Woodthorpe Grange Park, then up and over and down the hill into Sherwood and caught a bus into town.
The weather was grand, proper summer like.
Sherwood was busy but with vehicles not many shoppers or pedestrians about today again.
The bus was full, and the passengers seemed to be in a talkative mood between themselves… or maybe the hearing aids had started working better?Dropped off the bus and walked
It’s odd that, how sometimes I can’t hear any gossip and another, like today, I could actually pick up bits of the people’s conversations.
Dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street and walked down Queen Street.
Took what turned out to be a reasonable photo of the Council House with its flag at half-mast.
Walked across the Slab Square, having to dodge between a street guitarist, a Muslim preacher, a Christian preacher, a Big Issue Seller (slipped him a quid) a penny whistle-blowing chap in a wheelchair and a large group of students 
protesting about something or other. And noticed that the closed-down clothes shop was now a 24-hour
Noticed that the closed-down clothes shop was now a 24-hour Burger King eatery.
Just what Nottingham needs that.
Three independent cafes, two… no, three coffee shops, two McDonalds, Cosmo Authentic World
Down Exchange Walk
Kitchen, a Hungry Pumpkin, Loch Fyne Fish Restuarant, Bills, Wimpy, Hart’s, several pizza places, eleven Coffee Shops, Two Fish & Chip shops, Bennies, three Indian Restaurants, two Chinese, two Turkish.
Oh, I forgot there are the mobile eateries scattered all over the place too.
Hobbled down Exchange Walk and through a lot of folk lecturing and preaching outside the church and Marks and Sparks (No one was listening to them mind).
Went into that store and had a wonder around the Menswear department – a mistake that, or at least rather damaging to the bank balance as it turned out. I spotted in a partly hidden corner, some racks of attire that were either To Clear or Reduced in Price.
Hobbled around and came out with three pairs of trousers and a thick shirt for winter. Carrying the carrier bags with me as well, I wondered over to look at the things on the proper price shelving and racks. A few minutes later I was struggling as the clobber being carried over my arm stopped the blood flow, and the left arm froze and ached a bit.
I asked a lady assistant in the ladies clothing 
side if she would mind me taking a photo or two of the ladies dressing gowns, as I was hoping to treat Olive when she comes out of the hospital after her operation to one.I thought it best if I show her photographs first to see if she
I thought it best if I show her pictures first to see if she liked any of them first. She allowed me and even held a floral version of the white one while I took the picture. Was kind of her that.
This one was thin but warm.
Back to the gents attire, “Are You Being Served?”
Bought and paid for Lycra Cord Trousers, Honeycomb Trousers?, Borg Shakett trousers all on Sale Price, Value Linen Trousers, Linen Trouser, Value Chino Trousers. They should see out. Took the names from the receipt.
Made my way out, well I meant to. Couldn’t find the down escalator, went the wrong way and I found myself back in the Mens Attire section again – this proved to be an expensive Whoopsiedangleplop. Because I spotted, they had some Loose Fitting Cotton Boxer undies and some nice thick socks with strengthened toes and heel parts. Joined the queue at the pay desk again. This receipt said I’d bought: Tile Print, Tonal Ombre Pack and a 7PP Htooth Sole?
The total spent on this days visit, first load £131.00, second £48.00. Oh, dear me! Tsk! Both receipts informed me that I have only until 24/04/2017 to return any of the On Sale goods for exchange.
It only took me around ten minutes or so to find the way out, then walked down towards the Broad Marsh shopping Centre. After noticing the new eatery earlier, as I hobbled along Albert Street/Lister Gate to the centre, I counted the 
fooderies on that street.
I was surprised to see only four and the mobile Hot Potato van, although many of the shops had eateries inside of course.And Broad Marsh had a good few to pick from too.
And Broad Marsh had a good few to pick from too.
At first, I thought there were two of the Costa 
coffee places within yards of each other. Closer inspection revealed that the distant one was closed down. I think in a desperate move by the Council, they are offering rate reductions to anyone moving into retail property there – so Costa may have moved to get the tax free perks?
I wandered in the Shopping Centre (Mall), and it was so depressing with the closed down shops (Although the eateries seemed plentiful).
I came out and made my way back up to the City Centre Slab Square.
The afternoon sun provided me with an opportunity to take some shadow photographs.
The weather remained summerish.
I hobbled around the square amidst the most 
appalling gathering of foul-mouthed yobboes I’ve come across in ages on Lister Gate.
Obviously, I did not take any images of these foreign speaking gentlemen with their cans of XXX lager and threatening defiant attitudes.
The nearby imitation police officers did not seem interested. I can understand this to some degree.
If they did approach them, they would 
claim to know no English, and if the police took any details, they would have difficulty in spelling Celestyn Wiśniewski, have to get an interpreter on their mobiles and actually do something other than fine people for dropping a nub end or parking on a double yellow line for 20 seconds. Can’t have that, can we?
The street musician on the end of Queen Street had a lot of admirers as he twanged his, to me, horrible sounding guitar. He was trying to play classic style music, but it came out far too clangy if that’s the word. Mind you, I am tone deaf so he could have been playing good or got his friends to film him for Facebook. No one donated any money while I was there, though.
A while before the bus was due, I popped into Debenham’s to compare their prices with the ones I’d bought at Marks & Sparks. I got down into the menswear in their basement and spotted a rack, just one, with To Clear goods on it. They had sets of jammies there, reduced to only £49! What, £49 and on offer to explain! I eventually found the way out and limped up to the last L9 bus stop.
Had a chinwag with a lady there. She lives on Winchester Street, used Yorkshire tea bags and was intent on having a brew as soon as she gets in, she was weary. We discussed getting old and how we can’t do what we used to. Lovely lady.
Said cheerio to her as I got off the bus, waved to her when I made my way to flats. Where a heavy duty session on the porcelain revealed no bleeding from either back or front. Pleased with that.
I decided I’d have Meg-Super sandwiches for tonight, got carried away and added some other bits. The sandwiches in production and the nosh prepared!
Carrot and Parsnip puffs, Marmite crisps, vinegar pea-rice, a banana and a Lemon Curd yoghourt. 9.64/10, super delicious it was! Ate it all as well, no wonder the weight had gone on Saturday morning. The pig motiff on the paper towel was most apt! Tsk!
Remembered I’d forgotten to look at the cameras today. Huh!
Got the TV on and fell asleep.
TTFN all.
I met some new tenants on my way out. Two of them spoke and talked, the other was a bit aloof. Maybe through his being new?
Just up the road a bit, I saw such beauty again in one of the tree’s roots and gave myself a moment or two admiring nature as I had not done before I moved into this flat and the amazing scenery and greenery that surrounds it.
I turned the corner and down Winchester Street toward Sherwood, and took yet another photographicalisation that I found remarkable.
Out and up the hill, over the top and down to the entrance to Woodthorpe Grange Park and through the gates, up the path.
A few hundred yards up the footpath and lady overtook me., then a Footpath Cyclist appeared
king.
With mixed emotions, but gladness that she is home and sounding a bit better, I got the meal prepared.
I got the fodder going and ended up with a super successful meal, but could not enjoy it.
When I went to the porcelain room, I was sure I could hear a rumbling noise. No bleeding again, that was nice.When I came out the reason for the noise became apparent, it was thunder.
dream.
Don’t know how I managed the following, but here’s the story:
Back down to the washing room and retrieved the clothes. Cleaned the filter, washed the inside of the machine. As I exited, the wonderfully coloured sky outside caught me attention, so having the camera in my pocket, I nipped out and took a photo of it. Took several actually, but this is the only one that came out anywhere near as to what it really looked like out there.
Started a graphic for the TFZ site, not much time available to get it finished, cause I’ve got the INR blood test, and Doctor’s appointment to go to later this morning. However, I did finish the one for TFZ’s Sandie
Dropped off near Mansfield Road, walked down and left up through Sherwood and up the gradually inclining, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna annoying hill and down the other side into Carrington and the surgery.
The rain started to come heavily again, as I made another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold.
1400hrs: Over to visit Olive. Her daughter called for a paramedic yesterday, and she was taken to the hospital by ambulance. The poor thing has now caught an infection that has left her legs with blotches that are painful when touched against. She cannot wear anything on her lower legs. They have put her on antibiotics. These may affect her Chrones and may delay her planned hospital procedure. So damned annoying, just when she is getting so close to her hip operation date. I felt so bad for her.
Did some work on the graphics.
Got the meal prepared, an easy job today, a salad of sorts, without any bread. (The weight increasing you know!)
Got the din-dins sorted in no time. roast potatoes,
To the apartment and got the medication pots for the week done and sorted.
I popped out of the front doors to take a photo of the view across the road, hoping it might come out as a ‘Moody’ type one.
Timed it well for once, the Finish sign flashed up as I got in the room. Took a photo for no particular reason, and noticed how oddly shaded it came out? Very nice, but unplanned?
I could hear the wind getting up outside (Mind you, the wind was starting inside. Hehe!).
I then went into the kitchen to take a picture while hanging out of the window, of the view below. Catching my head against the frame and knocking the hearing aid at the same time. The tubing came out and I tried to catch it – fumbling and trying not to drop the camera, I dropped the tubing…
Down Winchester Street hill first and to the continental shop for a loaf of their delicious bread – but they had some of the belly pork with herbs and peppers on display, and I weakened. Shame number One!
I would never have been tempted or interested in buying such unhealthy foodstuffs normally. It’s just that I thought Olive would like one.
Up to the top of the path to turn tight down the gravel path passing the 
Up into the flat, and I got the giant potato into the oven and took a piccy of the other stuff for you slaver over. Hehe! The belly pork looked and smelt so irresistibly tempting. I’ll have it for nosh tonight with some cheesy mashed then baked potatoes.
caps. I must remember to keep turning them over.
Oh, nearly forgot I took this one in Sherwood near the top of the hill.
Back to the flat and got the giant potato out of the oven and halved it ready to scrape out the flesh into the bowl and mix it with cheese…
The weather turned a bit nasty, high winds and rain.
Served up the meal. Pleased with how the potatoes had browned off, the thin chipolatas were tasty, as was the beetroot, pickled mushrooms, siverskin onions, and best of all the garden peas – I put some demerara sugar in the saucepan with them when I warmed them up. 
Made a brew and took the medications.
I did almost cheer up a bit when I saw someone with two giant horse-sized poodles! Hehe!
Turning right on my way down the hill, some crows landed in the trees on the outside of the Copse.
I opened the jar of Falsoka, by gum, they don’t half close them lids tight!
Down and had a slow hobble out along Chestnut Walk to post the letter in the mailbox, then dropped off the jars in the Recycling bin.
Back to the laundry room and retrieved the dried clothing.
The woolly bobble hat had shrunken and barely covers the head top now, but still, Pound Shop goods, so no complaints.
I took this one.
Walked into Arnold and called in Wilko, got some Citrus Air spray on offer and Wash Fragrance.
Tsk, Huh, Humph and pickled walnuts!!! Next time I’ll take the card with me!
As I updated this diary, my acuity faded, so I got the fodder served up and consumed it with great disappointment.
Finished off a graphic for the TFZer site.
Across the road, I saw that some more trees were being lopped.
Got the make-do meal of sorts done.
Got a bit peckish early on today, so made the fodder.