Wednesday 27th February 2019
Swahili: Jumatano 27 Februari 2019
01:35hrs. I was up and out of the £300 second-hand Ci 1968 recliner and utilisationing the Emergency-Grey-Plastic-Wee-wee-Bin within a minute of getting my balance and on my feet! Although I coped without too much hassle in rising this morning, the left foot heel, and the right knee patella were both tender and painful. But this didn’t phase me, because, Kevin Kidney, Arthur Itis, Colin Cramps, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Reflux Roger, and Headache Henrietta were all being compliance in the hassle stakes. Fair enough, Duodenal Donald did kick off later, and Henrietta in the afternoon. But things could have been so much worse. The fear of the knee giving way again was my only real worry.
With staying up late (for me) last night, in case the Nottingham City Homes electrician or plumber arrived to sort out the shower for me, meant my sleep pattern was ruined again, although the mystery phone-call waking up must take its share of the blame. Tsk!
I cleaned and refreshed the emergency bucket, and got on with the Health Checks.
The Sys was down, but the Dia was up in relation to this. Not that I can fathom out if this good or bad.
I then took the morning medications. But, in doing so, I become cognisant of the fact that I had again forgotten to take the evening doses yesterday! So, I swallowed just the Warfarin, Simvastatin and Indapamide from the evening pot, then took the mornings.
Oh, I do annoy myself at times! Klutz!
I got the computer on to update Monday’s blog… Grrr!
I went to make a mug of tea while it was down. Only one of the five blue lights were showing on the Virgin box.
The sky and view outside looked rather attractive, so I made a snap of it. Almost like a painting. Don’t you think?
I pondered for a few moments, on who it was that may be out and about in Nottingham at this time in the morning. The emergency services, the muggers, the Pavement Cyclists, sleeping security guards, the burglars, street-sleepers, delivery drivers, importers of illegal immigrants, drug gangs, social security fiddlers, MI5 agents, alcoholics, shoplifters, night porters, Takeaway workers, Dentists working out how to charge more for unnecessary work. Social security claimants, swapping their children with other parents to pretend they each have 24 children to support. NHS staff, the Chat-line operatives, Alcoholics Anonymous, Polish and Romanian gangs stripping the cables from the motorway, and Politicians up late fiddling their expenses, etc.
Back to the computer, and it was working again, now! Hurrah! Made a start on the updating.
Off to the throne. Another messy evacuation. Tried the shower, red lights again. Turned it off. Little Inchies Lesion had been bleeding again.
Got on with the blog again, and finished it off and sent it to WordPress.
I began doing this post for about three hours, then decided to get some breakfast.
A savoury one this morning. Marmite cheese and biscuits, mini pie and a few pickled mushrooms, with a mug of tea.
I watched some accident clips on the U-Tube site. Then went on the WP Reader.
Tried the shower, but still not working. I finished off the Tuesday post. Stand-up ablutions tended to.
Got myself dressed and everything ready for a trip into the City Centre. I was doing the checking to make sure everything was alright and no taps left on, doors open, the stove left on, electrics were safe, etc. when the door chime chirped into life.
08:40hrs: It was two chaps from the Nottingham City Homes maintenance team, come to look at the shower-head. They checked out the state of the head. Declared they would be back shortly and went to get a showerhead from the van, presumably.
They returned with mud on their shoes and set about fixing the shower for me. The replacement head did not have any controls for the spray. The man told me I can buy one from Wilko if I wanted one. Which is what I decided to do later today. Not so much a luxury for me, more a need. After I have bleeding from the lesion or rear end, I feel the need to have a good lather-up and a strong jet blast from the showerhead, to clean things up well-enough to feel comfortable. I can also give the feet a blast, being as it is uncomfortable for me to reach them. Ah, the joys of old-ageing! Hehe!
I thanked the lads and off they went.
Followed shortly after by me. Both of the lifts were working again.
I made my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. I greeted the five residents in the room with a cheery “Morning each, hope you’re all well!” In return I got, a ‘Hmm!’, a ‘Yea’, a blank stare of surprise, and two ‘Morning’ in reply! I said, “Well, its good to know you’re all so cheerful!” Which got a couple of laughs. We had a little natter between us, which I liked.
I advised Obersturmführeress Warden Deana, and Sturmbannführeress Julie of the shower having been done for me, and a little chinwag.
Out to the bus stop for another little chinwagging session. Caroline from the Care Home further up the road provided me with a bit of gossiping en route to town. She is not in good spirits at the moment. Bless her. I tried to cheer her up a bit.
We alighted the bus and parted to do our own shopping. I went into the Wilko store in search of a shower-head and liquid soap flakes.
I got the shower head for £11, which I thought a bargain. It has variable settings for the water jet on it. I ended up at the checkout with this head and a bag of jelly babies, the Liquid Soap Flakes, laundry freshener and an air spray.
Then I paid and departed walking over the road and to the Tesco store. I spent a good while sorting through their out of date bread, ending up getting a pack of the bread thins, 
and they had the Sweet & Sour pot noodles on offer, so I got a couple of them.
Then I had a wander around, along Milton Street and up by the KFC through Trinity Square, down Trinity Walk, then over Parliament Street and down King Street to the slab square.
There were so many more retail units closed down in Nottingham than I’ve ever seen. This does not bode well for the future.
The things I’d seen today, closed shops, sour faces, etc. had got to me. I felt a little depressed. Made my way up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop to wait for the lift home. A gentle tap on my back was felt, it was Caroline joining me at the stop. She chatted with me as we drove home on the bus. I gave her a take-care and thumbs-up as she departed to her home.
Had a quick few words with the residents getting on the bus I’d just got off of. I enjoy having these sarcastic comments, insults and smiles thrown at me from the gang when I get back home. Hehehe!
I popped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Brigadeführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Detention cells. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, and informed the Guards that I had got the showerhead, and gave them a flash of it. Hehehe! Deana kindly told me to let her know if I need any help fitting it. Bless her cotton socks!
The temporary-footpath from the bus stop to Woodthorpe Court that is partly-shared with the contractor’s cranes, diggers, tractors, the delivery lorries, and dog-walkers will be sadly missed when its all over (If I’m still alive then, of course). As will the heart-helping shocks of nearly getting knocked-over or into.
Crossing this road to the foyer is most inspiring and nervous-making! Haha! They have no 
options but to block things, it’s the nature of the building game.
Into the flat, had a wee-wee SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee variety) and put the purchases away.
Putting away the liquid-soap-flakes, the bottle slipped through the fingers as Colin-cramps interfered with the process. The good part was it didn’t burst open… the sad part is it bounced up and landed right down on my corn!
Then I got the nosh planned. I would have some meat sarnies using the wholemeal bread thins, with plenty of sliced tomatoes. 
I got the oven warming up to cook the oven chips, then made up the sarnies. I might add a few pickled mushrooms as well. Ah, the life of a megalithic, epicurean, gastronome! Hehehe!
I put the chips in when the oven had heated up.
I got a rinse and changed into the jammie bottoms and tops for once. Checked the pins (legs). The ‘Nobbliness’ was returning, and the fluid appeared to be increasing again?
Had another wee-wee, they seem to be coming more frequently tonight. Did the Health Checks.
The whole nosh was excellent this time out. The chips, although pale looking, tasted wonderful. And I judged the amount right for my taste-buds for once.
Had a wee-wee. Washed up. Sat down with a mug of tea, and fell asleep.
But not for long, in fact, only about an hour or so. An almighty (or so it seemed at the time) banging that lasted only a few seconds woke me up.
I got up to take a look around. I ended up not knowing if I’d actually heard a noise or dreamt it? Nothing untoward found.
Did the last belated Health Checks and the medication imbibing.
As I lay there back in the £300 second-hand rickety ci 1968 recliner, I wondered if I should watch the TV or not… it didn’t matter, off I drifted into a nightmare-ridden sleep! Tsk!
As I lowered the £300 second-hand 1968 built, approaching-antique, rickety recliner, one heck of ‘Clunk come Thud’ nearly bounced me out of it! Shook me a bit that did! The wee-wee did not feel an urgent one, though. I continued with the button pressing again, and it all went smoothly. When I say that, I mean as smoothly as the chairs mechanism is usually, although that is not smoothly exactly… I’m making a mess of this statement ain’t I. A spot of acataphasia there, sorry. I checked on the new welt on the ankle, and later made up this photograph of yesterdays and this morning to see how it is coming along. 
Crikey; had the pulse shot-up! 
The Willmott Dixon sub-contractors were out in force this morning. 
crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. 
I took a long distance shot over the top of a parked car of Willmott Dixon’s InCharge Ian as I got further along. 
I left Mary as I went into the Waitrose shop, to have a look for the Marmite biscuits. But, they did not have any, so I left and made my way down Milton Street, across the lights and along Clumber Street. 
I went forward a few paces and turned to my left to take the next photo, from the back of one of the Council House Lions. 
Plodded to the top of the road and I took a picture along Upper Parliament Street. Rarely, have I seen fewer vehicles on this stretch of the road during a weekday.
I then snapped this shot of a view from the top of Queen Street. Once again, the lack of Nottinghamians was concerning.
pitches, having stocked up with the required accoutrements with Daddies bank card? Mmm!
Got the last Health Checks done. 
An instant need for a wee-wee arrived. With great difficulty in holding back the imminent flow and getting free of the £300 second-hand recliner at the same time, I got myself upright and made for the grey emergency tub in the corner – Calamity! It was not there! I’d forgotten I moved it yesterday when the workers arrived. Oy Vey! So, having gone all through my dream-filled sleep without taking a wee-wee, you can see how desperate things were now! Oy gevalt! Panic set in, but I had a sense-of-mind to make for the WC and not waste valuable time searching rooms for the grey bin. 
The Sys was a bit lower than it was yesterday but higher than it should be methinks. Again, not surprising me. Tsk! 
One more SSPWW, (Got splashbacks with this one, Oh, dear!) and I made a start on this blog, getting up to here with it. 
0805hrs. I even did a bit of singing in there! 
As I got to the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned to take this shot of Winwood Heights, with Winchester Court being the closest one. It still has the sign indicating that it is called ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe!
Then made my way to the Victoria Centre Market Stalls. Which was a
Not many Nottinghamians about! Although I did see two relaxing in a shop doorway later, and providing some Nottinghamian Street Art for me to snap. Poor things!
When I got out of the store, the rain was more persistent.
and photo them all, and get the camera wet into the bargain. But for this last one I saw, I risked it.
I perused the menu on show in the window: Nutella on Toast £5.50, Scrambled Egg on Toast £6.00. Egg Benedict £9.00 add spinach for 50p. Porridge Oats £4.50 add sultanas or honey for £1. Pancake Porker Stack 5 pancakes with Dukes Hill ham and dripping with Maple syrup £8.50. Toast and Butter £1.50, this dish is suitable for vegetarians, two slices of bloomer with butter. White, unless you want brown add jam, marmalade, marmite or honey for £1, Nutella for £1.50. Open sandwiches from £8.75. Sides & Extras £1.00, Roddas Clotted Cream £1.00. Portion of Jam £0.50, Slice of white bread or brown bread £0.50, Ice cream a scoop £1.50. Other sauces £0.50. 
I caught a 40 bus back to the flats. Tony from the apartments got on en route, and we had a gossiping session.
Prepared the nosh, no cooking involved. So it was easy. 
However, the dwaal of thoughts soon faded into the ether, as I caught sight of the greatly extended and much more obtruding than usual stomach! With the heart op scars now more defined and stretched wide? A few more papsules had grown as well?
By the time I had limped down Winchester Street hill and got onto Mansfield Road, the toes and left foot was giving me enough bother for me to consider my going back home. But, my desire to see Jane and Pete, and supply them with some alcohol to keep them going (Guffaw!), I decided to press on.
The traffic was heavy now, as I arrived in Carrington at the surgery in a right pickle, physically. The weight of the bags had taken a lot out of me, and I knew I had twice as far to go yet to get to town afterwards.
As I got to the Boulevard traffic island, the first of many to follow stops were taken. The pain was on my limits of tolerations, but each time I stopped, the pain died down and off I’d go again… I’m losing my plot here, sorry. As I rested, I took this photograph of an overhanging bush on the pavement side. Bootiful! A winter-growing delicate flower it seems.
I got the camera against the window of the bus, with the intention of taking a photograph of the Nottingham Forest ground as I went over Trent Bridge.
Pete took some shots of me to use in future graphics, bless him. 
oven. When it was cooked, I broke it up and buttered bits of it, adding the salad selection and egg to it. Oh, and a mini pork pie. Please don’t mention the mini pork pie to Sister Jane, I beg you. 
the wet room for an SSWW (Short-sharp-Wee-wee). 
As I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin, the sun tried to get through. I thought the view was beautiful enough to try and capture it with my camera. The sun soon faded again seconds later. By gum, it as cold out there this morning.
I had a few good chinwags, laughs and innuendo ridden natters. 
More talking and laughter on the bus en route to town. 
No drive in me at all now? 
The penny whistler comically called a musician street artist was in his usual spot near the Holland & Barrett shop. 
Some electrical work taking place underground left its mark as a new piece of Nottinghamian Street Art. 
I paid and made my way back to Clinton Street west.
Back into the slab-square area. 
The good-smelling German Sausage take-away stall was not very popular I noticed. 
I made my way to Queen Street to catch the bus back, feeling positively drained now. Why? I don’t know. 
As I got to the bend in King Street and Queen Street, this naughtily parked car was blocking the buses access around the sharp bend in the road. 
Coping with the realisation that it was all phantasmagoric and illusory, brought down my dispositional status a tad. Tsk!
The results were okay. Perhaps the Sys was a little high, but it’s been a lot worse. 
Wash the tea mug, and took a shot through the kitchen window, of the weather waiting for me outside. Oh, heck!
We were soon
I went into the Poundland shop next to the 
Like these Nottiinghamian pedestrians wandering uncaringly across the pelican lights (cross-walk in America, I think?).
many more traffic accidents again this month. 
Got the brolly up, and hobbled by the slab square with its numerous new food stalls and amusement, to the other Poundland shop. As the other one did not have any of the Ritz Salt & Vinegar thins in stock. 
Back through the slab square, with its many Merry Nottinghamians, looking sour and glum as they realise the prices being asked by the stall hol
Later on, I found a photograph on the Nottingham Post of a girl on the ride.
As the bus went up Porchester Road before turning down Moore Road, I attempted to get some photographs of the multitude of houses and estates in the distance.
The next effort was at the junction of Longbeck Avenue, but this was a little too far down, and I still missed the scenic view. Although if you look at some of the dwellings closely, they can be seen.
No idea what it will be like, but here goes. 
As I washed the pots, the darkness lifted outside for a while, and I could not resist trying to get a shot of the houses and dwellings in front of the flats.
Took me while sort myself out, then back to the kitchen.
An agrypnotic dirty great big sneeze, ensured my desire for sleep, ended abruptly. If I’d got false teeth, I’m sure I would have lost them! A suspiration followed. 
When I got to the bus stop, I saw a face clearly on the paving slab near the bench. I thought I’d take a photo of it, draw around the supposed face and put it in this diary. Huh! I can’t even see the face myself now! 
Penny got on the bus later. The light rain tried to fall a few times during the journey, but it didn’t amount to anything like proper precipitation.
Penny and I walked from the bus, and we ambled along having a gabfest back to the flats.
The Lasagne Al Forno in the fridge was on its use-by date. So I used it. Hehe! I sliced some tomatoes and put them on top of the dish. A few chips and put them all in the oven to cook.
I manipulated the vastness of my stomach and torso from the £300 second-hand recliner without any Accifauxpas. A rare for me,
I smidge nippy when I opened the new unwanted light and view-blocking kitchen window to take this photo on the left. Hello, is that a free car parking space I see down there?
carcasses in the wet-room, none in the spare room and none in the kitchen.
Up to the flat and updated this section.
What a picklement! The end machine was still not working, I assume the Management Oberstgruppenführeresses know about this, but I’ll mention it if I see them later, just in case. I opened the dryer I had my clothes in, and they were still so damp!
Made another brew of tea and got on with updating this blog.
Got the ablutions tended to, all refreshed I set out, dropping off two bags for the waste chute en route.
I began a little hobbling session around of the City Centre area.
I crossed over the tram line decorated Fletcher Gate, not far from where the shooting incident took place at the weekend.
Passing a street-sleeper with his dog, and the Big Issue Seller with his Pit-bull like looking animal.
d Albert Street. Where the stabbings took place in October.
A limp up Friar Lane, passing the closed down Chinese Food shop, the shut-down Boots Opticians, the bankrupt Hearing Centre, the relocated Co-op Bank, the Indian Restaurant that I have never seen any customer in, and the abandoned Newspaper shop. 
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Down to the slab-square. Where some entertainment for Christmas I assume, was being erected.
I spotted an imitation Policeman as I walked through South Parade. He was stood out of the way under the alcove at the front of Bet Fred shop. Sensible lad!
I turned down left into Long Row, and was greeted with the Helter Skelter being prepared for the seasonal festivities.
sped around her. Git!
Ah, I took a zoomed in shot of the alley, and now see that they have not made it pay! One of the units was up for let! Poor devils!
Little John clock and housing, things changed… I instantly started getting, curled lips, scowls, intimidating glares, dirty-looks and 
Shattered entirely when I got in. No updating of this diary, too tired.