Monday 15th October 2018
Greek: Δευτέρα 15 Οκτωβρίου 2018
0000hrs: As I stirred into physical awareness, and waited for the brain to join me, I found the murkiness, opaqueness and mental incapacity of yesterday morning, was nowhere near so bad. In fact, thoughts, ideas, schemes and plans were starting to form in the grey-cells… but these were not utilised, due to the often vagarious, and regularly touch-and-go, summoning to the Porcelain Throne needing an urgent and rapid response.
As I hurriedly hoisted and cajoled the body mass out of the £300 second-hand recliner, I did notice the absence of any signs of nocturnal nibbling; and this pleased me greatly!
The evacuation was swift and of little substance. A little bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, but nothing worryable. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been phlebotomising a little more than I felt comfortable with. Changed the PPs and washed the dandies. Medicated both areas with their respective creams (Daktacort and Germoloid).
Then off on an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black beetles and biting black LadyBug patrol of each room in the apartment.
The wet room had three live weevils and eighteen dead ones. Sprayed some more ‘bank-manager annoying’ Rentokil spray.
The spare room produced around twenty-five dead weevils, and four live ones. (I hope they are not getting accustomed and resistant to the sprays?). Sprayed some more ‘bank-manager annoying’ Rentokil spray.
The kitchen had eight dead weevils, two live ones and three black biting Ladybugs.
The bugs were caught and released out of the window, only for two more to come in through the opening at the same time! Oy Vey! I couldn’t see where they went. Tsk! Sprayed some more ‘bank-manager annoying’ Rentokil spray.
Tended to the medication taking and Health Checks. Made up last weeks graph.
As I put the kettle on, I had to hobble hurridly back to the Porcelain Throne. The evacuated contents of a badious shade were not bothering me, but the bleeding is coming from Harolds Haemorrhoids had to be tended to again. What with the costly bug sprays, the haemorrhoid creams and I could soon be bankrupt! Hehe!
Did the Sunday Diary updating, and got it posted off to WordPress.
Went to make a brew of tea.
Found this black LadyBug on the counter, the poor thing seemed in pain, at first I thought she might be giving birth, so I observed her.
I hoped she had not been on the floor where the bug spray had been sprayed. Next moment, she flew off into the hallway, never to be seen again. At least she or he wasn’t injured.
Began on this post next. I thought I heard a noise from somewhere, so went a look around to see if I could find anything that might have fallen over or off of anything, in the spare room, which is where I thought the noise may have emanated from. I found nothing suspicious.
As I looked down through the unwanted light and view-limiting new window, I could see what looked like a ghost coming from the trees down at the car garages. (It was, in fact, a rain puddle from yesterday, Hehe!
I then took this shot from the same unwanted light and view-limiting new window from a different angle.
It shows Nottingham’s Northern Lights in the distance. Hehe! And the garage area below.
I checked on Google to see if any precipitation was forecast for today – Oh, dear!
Went on WordPress Reader for a while, and then added photographs to the Facebook albums.
Off for a short, sharp wee-wee. I mention this as I had failed to reveal the eight earlier visits so far this morning. Humph, Hehe!
Had a go at updating the personal Dictionary on Excel that mysteriously disappeared!
Well, blow me down with a feather duster! Back for a third trip to the Porcelain Throne! Getting painful now. Tsk!
Updated this blog.
Ablutions and more medicalisationing tended to.
I put two bob-caps in the sink to clean and soak with the last of the liquid soapflakes.
Two bags to the waste chute on the way out. Where I met Elizabeth from the court and we had a natter, and a laugh then had to speed off to catch the 40 bus to town.
Walk in the rain along Chestnut Walk on my marathon hobble to the City Centre.
You can see Elizabeth walking ahead to her bus stop, as she passes the white Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.
I was in no rush, and took my time, enjoying the surroundings, the wind and even the rain. I did wonder at the time if I was losing it (the plot), Hehe!
Turned down Winchester Street, and found Elizabeth still at the bus stop awaiting the arrival of her lift. I enjoyed another minute or so of nattering, (she thought I was bonkers walking to town, Haha!) Then I hobbled down the 
hill onto Mansfield Road own.
The feet started stinging already. But I was content and was actually savouring the rain-soaked trek.
As I got to top of the first hill, the traffic was starting to form an orderly queue. Hehe!
Over the top and down into Carrington.
Where on my steady limp through the hamlet, I had five Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists pass by me, uncomfortably close as well!
I was only quick enough to photograph three of them, though.
At the traffic light junction with Hucknall Road, I was well-pleased with the resulting photograph of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist with the yellow and green backpack, who had lights on his bike.
No honestly, take a look! Hahaha!
It was the moodiness of the traffic with their lights and the rain reflections that satisfied me the most.
I strolled along to the Forest and up the next, ultimate hill. Passing the Rock Cemetary on the other side of the road, up to the traffic lights.
Crossed and was on a downward slope all the way into the City Centre.
Where I suffered the one and only spraying of water from a puddle, as a bus drove through it! Soaked-through! Not likely I know, but I thought I heard laughter as it happened. Hehehe!
To the bottom of the hill and into the City Centre. Where, I cut through the Victoria Centre bus station, to escape the rain for a while. As I neared the entrance door, I thought at first that a bus must be on fire. Got closer and saw it was a bus driver having a ‘Vape’ outside. They seem to make more smoke in the rain? Anyway, she had an aniseed flavour one I reckon. It smelt nice.
Through the waiting platforms and into the shopping centre. Walked the length of it, then through the Boots store and put onto Upper Parliament Street, across the pedestrian crossing, and into the Wilko Store. Worked out well for me getting a chance to dry off a bit!
I consulted my soaked-through shopping list. I got a bottle of the liquid soap flakes alright, fragrance boost, and a packet of Dia-Limit capsules. Oh, and their last can of Rentokil spray on the shelf. Joined the queue and paid up. £12.80, flipping ‘eck!
Off and to the Poundland shop, only 25 yards away, so no getting wet much. Where I got some twin Peaks for Christmas handouts, and an oven glove. But I could not find any of the cans of either Raid or Sanex Bug Killer sprays. So, I went to the self-serve tills, (there was no choice, the manual ones were not open for business). I took care not to overcharge myself this time. What a Klutz I felt at the very memory of when I charge myself twice for a box of nibble biscuits!
I paid, and a lady in charge became free, a lovely gal, and asked her if they had any Sanex sprays. She kindly pointed out where they would be if they had any in stock. I walk out through the egress doors and back in through the entrance doors and walked to the spot the gal had pointed me in the direction of the location. Whoopie! They had some of the cheaper ones in stock. So I grabbed four cans of, what I now realise, were Sanmex brand. Back to the self-service till and the lady even helped me put them through, bless her cotton socks!
I thanked her, and out along the road along Upper Parliament Street, to take a photograph of Clinton Street, cause I haven’t made one in a long time for the TFZer folk on Facebook.
The view looked interesting as I left the Poundland store, so I grabbed photograph that I thought represented Nottingham so well. Showing old and new buildings next to each other, the racial mix and varied ages of the 
citizenry, and, of course, the rain! Hahaha!
At the end of Clinton Street, I took this photographicalisation, that certainly looked different to all the others I’ve ever taken in the past! No crowds, shoplifters, pickpockets, beggars or gangs of yobboes! And two people who were in the shot, ran out of view when then they saw me taking aim with the camera. Most likely illegals or they had warrants out for them, or they were on the run from prison, who did not want their faces being recorded, I imagine! (Smirk and giggle!)
I made my way to Queen Street to catch the L9 bus back to the flats. I was feeling a bit fatigued now. When I arrived at the bus stop, I was so pleased to see my fellow resident, Elizabeth sat at the bus shelter.
We nattered away; I do love a good chinwag! I think I nodded off a few times when the bus got busier, and Lizzie and I could not talk to each other.
Back at the flat we both went into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed. I handed few nibbles out to the only two other gals in there.
Said my farewells and trotted, well, limped back to the apartment. Taking this picture above the foyer entrance to the Woodthorpe Court block.
Nobody about inside, which was not usual.
Up in the lift and into the flat. First thing, into the wet room for a short-sharp wee-wee. Naturally!
I got the brolly up then, to dry-out near the door in the hallway. (Hallway I say, all 11 foot of it, Haha!).
Then got the wet clothes off as promptly as I could. While I thought of it, I took the bob-caps out of the sink and rinsed them, then rang them out as much as I could. Then set up clothes airer in the hope that this will hurry 
along the drying process.
Of course, I must remember to keep turning them over. He says, not exactly full of confidence. Tsk!
I imagine I’ll have to take them down and put them in the dryer later on?
I went on Facebook to update the photograph albums, then I got on the WordPress and updated this diary.
A decent marathon hobble.
The easy to prepare (part ready meal) was started in the oven. I had the Lasagne Al Forno, no idea what is in it cause the printing is too small on the sleeve, but I do remember having one once before and enjoying it. I put some grated cheddar cheese in another tray with it. Planning to have tomatoes with it.
I did the Health Checks, and the nosh was ready to serve up.
Another shaky photograph was taken?
The Al Forno tasted overly rich to me, but I ate it all.
I put the plate and cutlery in the washing up bowl to soak and ensconced myself in the £300 second-hand recliner.
As I pondered on what to view on the TV, I fell asleep… Zzzz!
The evacuation was slightly cringe-making, uneasy and messy. Prevented my gaining any degree of serenity of the mind. Still, I got a few pages of the ‘Catastrophy’ book read. As if the brain wasn’t already vagarious enough, struggling to cope, now I input more knowledge I don’t need for the grey-cells to get confused and mystified over! Idiot!
Well, well, well, fancy that. The Sys and Dia have come down well this morning, and also the temperature.
The bus arrived, and I got the crossword book out and had a reasonably successful go at it en route.
I do remember taking this photo of the Little John Tower Dome, and thinking how cloudless the sky was. 
I caught the L9 bus and Elizabeth, and Cindy got on. After telling them earlier about my procedure being today, I proceeded to make myself look a right fool, by explaining cock-up with the dates. I felt a right Plonker!
The sky remained clear of any clouds, and despite the sun, I sensed it was going to get cold tonight.
So I stopped and got the nosh sorted out.
0210hrs: Stirred with an active mind racing away without direction or concentration. Had to wait for it to settle before I tried to escape the £300 shuddering second-hand recliner.
All three rooms had a few live Weevils lurking about.
Turned the computer on, Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet was down again!
The evacuation was most satisfactory.
I consulted my desk notepad, for notes I’d scribbled in a hurry so as not to forget things to put in this diary.
The Morrison delivery arrived.
into Sherwood, to get some Rentokil.
Over the hill and down towards the Sherwood shops. 
I bought some batteries for the radio while I was there.
As I left, I made the decision to try to catch the next bus to town and try once more to get some of the Rentokil from the big Wilko store.
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Made my way to the bus stop and caught the L9 back to the flats. I had yet another decent gossiping session en route, with a gal from my Woodthorpe flats.
So tired out, I just got on with doing the nosh. 
I went to press the control button to lower the £300 second-hand past-its-best recliner; I knocked over a bottle of spring water; the telephone charger, TV remote control, and a pen. The pen is still missing. (Found it later, when I trod on it!) Had a painful cleaning up session.
Took the medications and changed the batteries in the hearing aids.
While in the spare room, I took this picture on the left, at the end of Chestnut Walk and the tenants hired garages. I thought it came out a little eerie and artistical for me?
Sorted the black bags for taking to the chute.
Got down hastily and out onto Chestnut Walk. Cyndy and another lady were in the lobby, and we had a laugh and mini-chinwag.
OBergruppenfurheress Julie, and out to the bus stop for some decent nattering sessions with other residents.
When we got on Kenrick Road on the way, the sky turned dark very quickly.
expert receptionist. Her semi-sneer and silent tut-tuts were of supreme quality. I got the batteries and was out of there as quickly as my short little legs would allow me to.
graffiti along the wall had been replaced with some new design. 
again.
I limped along Wheeler Gate.
Moved down to the Slab Square and the beach.
As I made my way up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop, I thought I’d take a photograph of the display of Candy Floss in buckets – its the one I walked into last week and knocked over.
After forcing myself to resist and desist, I hobbled a few yards up the hill, to find this piece of Nottinghamian Street Art.
Back at the flats, I stood for ages having a natter with Cyndy, Ethel Bill (William on Sundays) and Frank. Then made my way towards the apartments. 
I made my way around the plant machine.
Nosh.
I settled to watch an episode of the Heartbeat on TV.
The sphygmomanometer took a few tries before it worked.
No longer confused, but somewhat gobsmacked when I got in the wet room! Argh! Ironclad black biting Mini-beetles were everywhere I looked on the floor, in the sink, on the WC lid, around the floor cupboards.
Got the washing and brushing up over with. And after the shower, I had to get rid of some more of the damned Ironclad black biting Mini-beetles down the drain. I suppose with their resilience, they’ll just climb back up when I’m gone. Tsk!
I took the black bags to the waste chute and returned to the flat to get the bag and brolly, taking the recycling bag down with me.
I noticed Roy in front of me with his four-wheeled ankle and chin destroying trolley.
Got off, like most of the others did, on Upper Parliament Street.
AS I passed the end of Clumber Street, I took this picture.
As is usual, this street was well used.
clouding over regularly.
The second picture of the beach was surprising to me. So many folks and only two on their mobile phones. Far left and far right)
Not many, mind!
As I crossed over South Parade, I spotted some Nottingham Street Art on the steps up to the Council House entrance.
As I cross over the front of the Council House steps, I could hardly believe what I saw!
him coming from behind them! Grrr!
Took a break from computing, and got the Health Checks done.
I checked on the seasoned baked beans and sausages. I hope I get it right this time.
Well, the flavourings in the sausages and beans came out alright. Here’s what I put in the haricots, just in case you fancy trying it… better not though, I might have forgotten some of what went in or got a seasoning wrong. I think it was:
Did the Health Checks, had a short-sharp wee-wee and gobbled the medications. Had a rinse and settled down, fully aware that it is so late, to watch the first episode of the newly arrived from Amazon, Hetty Wainthropp DVD.
Unfortunately, I stubbed my toes, including the one that I bruised, as I dropped the pot of lemongrass on it yesterday. Tsk!
It certainly felt a lot cooler in the apartment this morning.
I don’t know from whence they came, but a dozen or more of the Ironclad-Armour-Plated mini black-biting-beetles were over the shower floor.
Out and down onto a very busy and dangerous to pedestrians looking, Chestnut Walk.
the cones to the workers. Minutes later she returned, they had taken them gladly and just at the right time too, they were about to make a cuppa! Thank you, Cyndy! X.
Had a somewhat successful go at the crossword book en route to UpperParliament Street, where we all dropped off of the bus.
Street West. Being a little early for Nottinghamians, 10:00hrs, the street was the least busy I have ever seen it.
I walked down and onto South Parade, on my way to have a look at the Nottingham Beach and amusements, and get some pictures taken.
You can see a photo, third down on the left, of the closed Starbucks with the thriving Costa one on the next corner.
In fact, I haven’t seen so many happy looking and 
Still, give me time, I’ll almost assuredly soon have them broken or lost. Hehe!
good shot taken.
I made my way to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street.
The L9 arrived spot on time.
The three of us pedestrian tenants made our way to Woodthorpe Court.
Of course. As soon as I did the stripping, the chaps on the hists were up and at the window. Tsk!
Then got the fodder served up.
Getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner was more difficult and painful than usual. Detaching the sweaty body from the wet cover and chair, Arthur Itis and Crampy Craig both in a bad mood, but I did get fumblingly to the wet room. Where again, like yesterday morning, I was glad that I kept a book in there. This reading allowed a partial distraction from the agony of the arduous, testing, and reluctant evacuation process. At least Belinda Blotches was not so itchy, the inflammation had died down, and stinging far less than yesterday.
The sphygmomanometer readings looked fair enough. And the weight had gone down a bit too. Sweated out, I expect. Tsk!
When I was getting out the medication pod trays, I realised that I had missed last nights dosages. Lummox!
rest in the Return to Chemist box. Well, I did, but after a grubble around and search to find it, that cost me about fifteen minutes. Schlump!
The illuminated Community Information board suggested there were light rain showers. But we didn’t get any rain.
The plates-of-meat were stinging something rotten now with the weight of the bags.
Unfortunately, the shirts were located about ten foot up on the wall, with other clothing on di
again.
Not very sunny at times today, but it feels cooler, that’s nice.
up again. While doing this the occupants in the two chairs in a metal ball, can enjoy it spinning around at the same time! I must let Sister Jane and Pete know about this, bet they’d love a go on it!
caught up with Pete on Chestnut Way, but he got a second wind and somehow shot off again.
Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and ‘Residents WC”! Hahaha!
Where I made the third small mug of tea this morning, both the first two went cold! Tsk!
I heard one heck of a noise, that seemed to have come from the hallway area. It sounded like an elongated crunching noise, similar to stones being crushed
Sorted the three bags of recyclables and waste rubbish bags and took them to the waste chute.
The place filled up with residents after a few minutes. Much laughter and gossiping ensued between them all.
I caught the bus into the City Centre.
I got this picture while the bus shot passed the Victoria Centre.
I got off the bus on Queen Street and walked down and through the Slab Square.
and I was getting dirty looks from some as I took this picture.
Paid-up on the self-serve tills.
As I did so, a bloke on his mobile walked into the back of me! He apologised and helped y pick up the bag he’s knocked over and put the items back into the carrier with me.
I made my way up the Flying Horse Walk shopping alleyway.
A little further along, I called in ‘The Cheese Shop’, because I espied some appetising looking Melton Pork Pies inside.
I walked up South Parade and got to the end of Clumber Street. I stood under a tree and prevaricated deeply!
merit, and took my money and wished me a good day.
effort.
Halfway up the street, I took this effort of the Council House dome and Little John’s clock. Not too bad, considering I used the tiny Nikon camera I suppose.
I had some to wait for the bus to arrive.
Putting the purchases and the chaps putting on the insulation to the outside wall kept appearing and disappearing.
Meal prepared.
I got the TV on, in the hopes of falling asleep.
I then tried for the first time, to get the big camera out through the limited space in the window opening, to get a view towards the City Centre and include the flats and car park.
I noticed when I opened the curtains, that the base of the balcony bottom had many lumps missing from it.
Which reminded me of the letter received with the DVT result and monitoring record. It explained how they are starting to install the render to my beloved Woodthorpe Court block. The process involves fixing the insulation to the walls. (Whatever that means) The duration of the work will be short, but they are aware of the drilling noises will sound be ‘quite loud’. I wonder what quite loud will be? And how long is the ‘short period’ going to last? Humph! But, the Community Centre (Obergruppenfurheress Wardens HQ) will be open during working on this task. This can’t be helped, but I bet the poor sods get some moans thrown in their direction. Haha!
Off for another (but shorter this time) wee-wee. (Fancy that, Hehe!)
Took the black bags to the waste chute, and set off.
As I poddled limpingly (Hernia Harry was giving me some hassle at this stage) along the road, I espied the odd-looking item near the car in that I spotted earlier and photographed from the kitchen window. It was clingfilm, from the industrial rolls. I used this when I worked at Carters in Kegworth, many years ago.
Up along Chestnut Walk to the end.
I pressed on down the Winchester hill, as the rain, well, showering started again.
I limped down onto Mansfield Road. Looked in the fruit shop, but everything looked tired, and withern (A bit like me? Hehe!), so I did not bother going inside.
the bottom of the receipt barred the following from this Voucher Offer: Fuel, postage stamps, baby milk, lottery purchases, gift cards, vouchers, first-stage baby milk, phone cards, in-store concessions, cigarettes, tobacco, PayPoint, mobile phone top-ups, saving stamps, medicines, prescriptions, and carrier bags. No change given!
Up over the hill and down to park entrance.
Pressed on up to the footpath on the right that leads down to the flats, passing the tree copse.
By the time I’d got down to opposite the work decorated hoists and scaffolded Woodthorpe Court foyer, the rain had returned.
I got sorted and settled, down in the £300 second-hand recliner and noticed the food tray had been left on the other chair – thought soddit, and got my head down.
In my haste to get free of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room, once again I knocked over the stuff on the small Ottoman; the empty bottle of lemon and lime spring water, the camera, the pen, pad, pain-gel and empty tablet pot. There were no stubbing of any toes this Monday. (Just as well, cause the left foot big toe is still hurting from yesterdays butting! Hehe!)
I dug out the old tiny Nikon Coolpix camera an put two-AA batteries in it, and it worked. I might not go back for the new Lumix camera I was looking at in the shop, but I might. Hehehe!
Turned the sausages in the oven. I noticed there was no smell coming from them when I took them out and added them to the saucepan.