Tuesday 17th April 2018
Scottish Gaelic: Dimàirt 17mh Giblean 2018
0235hrs: Woke up, pandiculated gently, awaited the brain to join the physical body puhtceared a while (Plenty of worries fears and hassles to reflect on). Duodenal Donald reminded me of his presence.
The need for a wee-wee encouraged me to disentangle my overweight bulbous body from the £300 second-hand recliner and make my way to the wet-room. En route, I could feel the dried blood from the Fungal Lesion cracking and a sensation of fresh liquid running down my leg – Oh, Heck! Much cleaning and medicating needed following the completion of the painful wee-wee.
All sorted now, I went to do the Health Checks first.
I got on with sorting the Monday Diary out then. A big job with me having taken so many photos on my little trip out, and not having done any work on it when I got home either. It took me until around 0700hrs to complete the job and get it posted.
Made a brew of tea and took two pictures of outside from the kitchen window. One straight ahead and one upwards to the right. I must get out for a hobble through the beloved Tree Copse. Decent looking morning, mind.
Cloudy, but much warmer forecast for today. Which is good news with the cladding installing being a long way off yet?
Had a look at the comments. Didn’t take long, only two on today. More will follow, I’m sure.
Then, onto the WordPress Reader. Plenty on there today to enjoy.
Have to stop now, time for the ablutionalisationing session. Turned off the computer.
Oh, Cruds, The Dreaded Blue Screen came on!
Not the foggiest what it means.
Got the ablutions sorted and took the bags to the rubbish chute – put the cleaned empty jars in the carrier to drop off at the recycling bin on the way out.
Off to the Obergruppenführeress Wardens Hut, via the glass bin.
Welsh William, Roy and two ladies in there when I arrived. Soon to be joined by Cyndy, Penny, Ruth and others. We all seemed to have a good gossip and laugh. On the bus, I sat behind Cyndy, Margaret and Penny, and the nattering continued with the lady bus driver, but I could not join in, I couldn’t hear what was going on. Hehehe!
I got off in town and made my way to the Aldi store to get some more of the red coloured Bun Thins.
The old Palais De Danse ballroom looked in a sad state.
I got to the store and found that they had not got any of the red thins in stock, so I bought a packet of white ones to try out. Went a bit 
bonkers with the buying of fodder again, also bought strong crunchy cheddar, mini-potatoes, caramel nibbles for the nibble-box, Viennese rolls for raffle prizes, Light-fry butter spray, tomatoes, frikadellens and free-range chicken thighs, lemon yoghourt and sugar snap peas.
A step nearer bankruptcy now, I exited the Aldi shop to go to Tesco.
The Nottingham City Victoria Centre flats loomed over the horizon.
I got to Tesco and ended up buying nothing, they had no scones or Pork Knuckles in stock.
So I wandered out of the store, to be followed by two security men.
As I stopped and looked back at them, they just stared at me? Then shadowed me to the doors. Most peculiar!
I hobbled along to and down Clumber Street. I’ve never seen so few people on it.
I meandered down High Street, onto South Parade, the Poultry and Pecks Lane, St Peter’s Gate and Albert Street. Slipped the Big Issue seller some dosh and into the M&S store down to the food hall. Where I spent madly again. Chunky chips, triple-coated chips and french fries, Breakfast tea bags and butter biscuits.
I used their self-serve till, and a slightly desirous sturdily built young lady did the job for me.
I went up the escalator and out into the fresh air, and it was starting to blow a bit now.
As I was stood on the steps, right old Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit. So I stood there a few minutes to regain my balance. I think I must again, have looked white as two ladies asked 
me if I was feeling alright and did I need an ambulance calling.
I thanked them and said I was okay. Which by then I was. The equilibrium returned, and I set off to the Poundland store, on Wheeler Gate. I’m not sure, but it seemed to me that these two officers did not move at all for ages, as if they were statues? I felt more clearer-headed as I hobbled along, though. I got diverted into the Sainsbury local store, to see if they had any of the seaweed sheets in stock. I came out with Quavers, Marmite rice cakes and seaweed added to the weight of the bags.
To the Poundland shop, and had a wander around there. Ending up with Choc biscuits, Pork Farm pies and nibbles for the social in the bag. I was so glad to see some of the Pork Farm pies on sale, they have not had any for months now. I got an extra one for Penny. I remembered talking to her about these last week, and her saying she loved them too.
I wondered to the Slab Square and Little John up in his dome on top of the Council House, indicated I had 25 minutes before the L9 bus was due to arrive.
I strolled, albeit limpingly around the slab square for a while.
The wind was kept blowing with strong gusts and then dying down again?
The Nottinghamians wandering around with their mobile phones and pots of coffee, all 
seemed a little morose to me.
I took a photo of some of the Fothergill Watson designed buildings on Long Row.
So much of his best work has already been demolished all around Nottingham now.
Without a doubt, the most sadly missed will be his Black Boy Hotel, on Long Row.
Those still remaining, are worth viewing, just for their elegance and handsome designs.
As I arrived at the bus stop on Queen Street, the sun disappeared momentarily, giving me the chance to take a ‘moody’ shot of the Council House dome. With the tops of more Fothergill Watson buildings on the left.
I again, as the only person to get on the bus when it arrived late.
I was overjoyed when a crowd got on at the first stop, and Penny was amongst the passengers that got on. Bless her, she sat next to me too. This gave me the opportunity to hand her the Pork Pie treat. Over the moon when she thanked me and said she would love it.
Along with the lady on the seat in front, we had a jolly good chinwag en route.
Off the bus, we walked to the flats and up in the lift. Said our farewells as Penny got out, and I returned to the apartment. She said she was going to Derby tomorrow and would have a look at the disabled shop in the market, to see what ‘Pick-up sticks they had in stock for me. Bless her!
Did the health checks first, in case I forgot later. (I’m learning, Hehe!).
Then I unloaded the bags and sorted and I stored-away the purchases.
Had a wee-wee. Took the medications. Back for another wee-wee (Hello?)
Too drained to do any work on the computer. But with the dreaded blue screen coming on when I closed down earlier, I did start it to see that it worked, and it did start up.
Got the meal prepared.
My eyes were too big for the head, again!
But, what I ate of it, went down well.
Rated this one as a 9/10.
I soon fell asleep after I’d washed the pots settled down. Quickly as a matter of fact. Very early.
I woke up around 2200hrs, got up, had a wee-wee and made a start on this diary.
Called in Tesco in the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall), and was lucky enough to find some cooked Pork Knuckles on sale, and bought three of them.
However, I could not find the list of things to do anywhere. I emptied all the pockets and searched the bag, without any luck? What a Putz!
The bag a bit heavier now, but I was feeling okay, and wanted to make my way to the Nottingham Arboretum Duck Pond.
The mixture of ancient and brand new building was not pleasing to my eyes.
I had a reminiscing moment or two when I got inside.
On my way out of the place, these beautiful little flowers caught my eye. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any like these before, beautiful!
carried not. Possibly not even aware of what they had done. Hey-ho! No harm was done!
Urgh!
Crossing Upper Parliament street near the Royal Centre and Theatre Royal, I crossed over and went down Market Street, with its many abandoned retail businesses and the odd few new specialist high-class shops, all customerless when I hobbled by them. 
signs of wind or rain, the sky looking a picture and a decent count of generally depressed looking Nottinghamians milling around.
Paid and went on the slab square.
I was pleased with how this effort came out.
I took a snap of the newly decorated facia of the Frankie and Bennie’s Diner as we passed by. I hope they do better at night for clients because I rarely see anyone in it when I pass by. Possibly another future victim of the Nottingham Business Failures League?
We parted in the lift, and back in the apartment, I got the purchases stored away. The new to me Flat buns are on the left.
The new Flat-Cobs were delightful. I buttered them and sliced some pork knuckle and tomatoes. Added a side of a sliced apple, pickled egg and seaweed sheets. A jar of the superb lemon yoghourt to follow.
Off to the kitchen to have a look what the weather was like.
The Sys has come down at last, and the pulsation rate increased a tad too.
Seems like showers, thunderstorms, rain and cloudy for this week, then. Fiddlesticks!
Had a good session. Took the black bags to the rubbish chute.
arranged appointments.
I stopped to take a picture of the works around the flats, en route to the Obergruppefurheress Wardens HQ and Social Hut. I remembered there was a meeting later today, one of the instructional ones about new things being fitted.
Had a go at the crossword on the bus. But gave up, my concentration was not right.
The Poultry, where the trams run up and down, (When are haven’t broken down, knocked someone over, had a crash, or had a technical failure, that is of course) and where the ‘Posh Shops’ are. I’ve no idea why, there is insufficient parking for tenants and owners, let alone the shoppers being barred from parking on the street. The shop on the right, well, bar actually, is where the stabbings were last month.
I limped down the road and took this photo of the back of the Little John bell tower.
a well-trained member of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist Squad, as he rode off of the pavement onto the road without even looking, while drinking from a bottle, not using the handlebars, and undoubtedly unconcerned about the Highway Code. He probably thinks the Highway Code is a new form of Asian Flu. Hehehe!
When I arrived at the Nottingham Canal, I stood a while letting memories flow to and frow. This is the canal that I got thrown into when I was about five or six years old. Although not from this bridge, one further along.
I moved to the other side of the bank, in case the gentlemen saw me took offence.
I was still in time Jenny told me, to get to the flat and drop-off my bags the get back in time for the meeting.
Getting into the outer hallway to the three flat’s doors, was so disappointing and instantly down-heartening. Worse than that really!
Got the meal (Belly Pork) in the oven cooking. Now, my head-down time was really, well gone.
Even the beautiful sun-going-down sky photographicalisation was taken without any genuine appreciation of it, just automatically.
I put the kettle on and had a look outside to view the weather and possibility of getting out today. The snow had gone, the mist and fog had too. But it was still icy, and I assumed the freezing rain as forecast would arrive shortly.
I felt the visit to the wet room was going to present opportunities for adiaphorous medicationalisationing activities. I was right, I’m afraid. Things were a right-state down below. Fresh and congealed dried blood at the front (Little Inchies lesion) and, tender, burning, bleeding bloblets of pain from the rear-end (Harold’s Haemorrhoids). All accompanied by Duodenal Donald’s stabs and elongated seemingly angry pains. I did some temporary patching up and creaming, and dreaded having to do the job in full at a later stage when I get the ablutions tended to. Washed up and returned to the kitchen, not feeling so good, but things could have been worse… I keep telling myself. At least the Throne Session was not too bad, still messy, but far less than yesterday. Hehe!
Got off at the terminus on Queen Street and made my way down to the Slab Square. Not many folks around and an aura that gave off a sense of demoralisation lingered, mixed with an overpowering depressive melancholiness. No smiling faces and an increase in Big issue Sellers and street beggars.
I went into the Broad Marsh Shopping Centre to have a look at its demise as they run it down ready for demolition in readiness for the new, not needed, unwanted suicidal multi-billion new development.
The place is 2/3rds of empty shops at the moment. Being used a cut through for pedestrians from the South.
The top floor is already devoid of shops.
through the Slab Square.
A few people on Clumber Street now, as I returned to the bus stop.
Served up the meal.
It was somewhat muddy on the grass path. So, recalling Saturday’s nasty slipping-on-the mud on the hill path Whoopsiedangleplop and ending up on my bum; that Harold’s Haemorrhoids are still giving pain from, I walked on the roadway instead.
I dropped off on Queen Street and went straight down to the Slab Square. 
Works were taking place in front of the Council House.
This ride in the centre of the slab, looked like it was ready to be open to the public.
Plodded on through the Slab Square en route.
poor dog with his leg up. He stayed in this position for around three minutes or two. I thought I’d be too late to capture his image by the time I got the camera out, but no, I had plenty of time.
At the apex of Queen and King Street, I observed this super-fit pretend policeman… No, I mean Community Police officer, helping a driver with his nowhere to park problem.
I made it to the bus stop, with eight minutes to spare.
Nosh served up.
Into the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks.
Back to the Kitchen to take the medications. I got the Beta-B
Dropped off in a Wet but warm Nottingham and hobbled to the Poundland Shop on Upper Parliament Street. Where they had no pies in stock.
Then down the moving staircase and out facing Clumber Street.
Again it caught me, the fact that so few people were out and about.
IT must have been pelting down with rain while I was in the shop. Cause all the pavements were wet. I worked that out on my own yer know, oh yes!
It came over all dark, and the rain hammered it down for only about two minutes, then it brightened up again.
As the bus passed the end of Clumber Street, I tried to take this photo as the rain began again and we passed by.
A letter arrived via Nottingham City Homes.
The meal was enjoyed muchly. The balsamic vinegar in the sausages made them taste tangy.
Hung it on the TV screen.
Off out into the most misleading oh, so heatless sunshine.
Got off on Upper Parliament Street and walked through the Victoria Centre Shopping Centre (Mall) through to Tesco at the far end.
I attempted to take a ‘Moody Shot’ on Clumber Street.
In Tesco, I got some pork knuckles, jars of black bean sauce, sugar snap peas, brown bread thins, pork shoulder steaks and mini franks… how that packet of Fresh Cream Strawberry and cream doughnuts got in with the other fodder, is still a mystery to me. 
During the fifteen minute period that I waited for the late running bus to arrive, no less than three paramedics, two ambulances and a fire engine passed by. No signs of any police, of course, I didn’t see any officers in all the time I was in the City Centre.
I found this photograph of the meal on the SD card the following morning when I went to update this post.
£300 second-hand recliner and, the arrival of the first Whoopsiedangleplop appeared. I must have been at the nocturnal-nibbling again last night, for a melted lump of chocolate had come stuck to my dressing gown, the chair, the cover, the pillow and my hand! As I felt around trying to make no more mess as there already was, I came across some raisins scattered about and clinging to all the areas mentioned above. Heck of a job cleaning everything up. During which I started to worry about the lack of the ailments pain and hassle again? I must free myself of these dereistic thoughts!
After much effort and frustration, I cleared up the mess and deposited the covers etc. that needed washing in the already bulging laundry bag.
The flat seemed nice and warm this morning. This just made me fret over what the new radiators would cost me when I get the electricity bill.
Went to the kitchen to make a brew, and found it was raining very heavily.
Made my way to the American shop, up the escalator and pottered around for ages, but found nothing suitable.
I walked back towards the twitchel into the back of Primark’s store to investigate there; but, a fight was taking place in the alley. So, I withdrew and walked the long way around and went in the front of the store. The same result here.
Back out and had a walk through the Slab Square, taking another opportunity to try for a ‘Moody’ picture.
I attempted a third effort at a ‘Moody’ photographicalisation.
Off of the bus and as I limped along Chestnut Walk back to the apartments I could hear the workmen doing something on the far side of the flats, the cladding work I expect.
Meal sorted, and very tasty too! Pork Knuckle with much gelatine, tomatoes, the ‘special’ curried baked beans with human blood, Hehehe!) continental bread, potato sticks a mandarin and lemon yoghourt and a lemon mousse.
Oh dearie me! Matted and fresh blood this morning from the fungal lesion. I cleaned things but did not do any medicating, changed the PPs (Protection Pants) the medicationalising can wait until I do the shower and ablutions later.
I crossed the road and went to the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).
The two young nymphets serving, both tried to free the zip on my jacket for me.
the giant puddle of standing rainwater in the gutter.Thus avoiding another drenching!
I know it is many years since I have had any alcohol.
touch!
(1.5L). (
Off back to the apartment.
Got the fodder all done and sorted. Smoked mackerel in BBQ sauce, battered fish fingers, sliced apple, tomatoes, beetroot, potato curls and a couple of anchovies on the last of the buttered cobs.
0110hrs: Someone had left us all a messaged in the lift, I observed. Hehe!
0055hrs: Down to collect the washing.
Packed the bag with the folded clothing and on leaving the laundry room, to take a photograph of the rain trodden front of the building outside, I espied that someone had been kicking the wall? I’ve not seen this before, I wondered if it might have been one of the new tenants? By saying that isn’t fair. The naughty pensioner!
I sneaked a selfie while going back up in the elevator. Good job the Council have put the mirror in the lifts. Or not. Hehe!
As I exited the lift into the twelfth-floor lobby, the beauty and intricate care that was taken in making this an appealing, attractive, pleasant homely atmosphere to live out our last few months in, nearly brought tears to my eyes.
I foolishly opened the window to take a morning view photographicalisation, and the stored rainwater ran down the frame gulley and spilt right on the new radiator and the floor! Oh, I was annoyed!
Called in the Poundland store. Got pork pies, chocolate Almonds and nibbles.
Out and to Sainsbury’s, got some Wholemeal bread thins for 89p.
Had a walk around looking for opportunities to take some moody photos.
Took this reasonable effort t ouse later.
To the apartments and in the flat. Had a wee-wee and started to get the nosh out to put it way… What a Pratt! I’d left all the stuff I bought at the self-service till in the Poundland shop at the side of the self-serve till! I remember having problems getting the things through and changing the bags around, I reckon that’s when I had a Dennis Dizzy at the same time, so assume now, this is what happened.
Did the Nosh.
I’d been pondering on this for ages without any signs of resolution, or even understanding appearing in my foggy brain. And the Fire Alarm strobe and pillow shaker activated. More frustration! Nothing in my life is getting in order, arranged or successful. So, I had to go through the usual rigmarole again; Dismount the recliner, find and fit the hearing aids, go to the door and check the handle with the back of my had for any heat – None. (But there were the INR Test Results in the letterbox), so I open the door to listen for any alarms, there were none sounding, then go to the kitchen and open the window and look down to see if any emergency vehicles were there, none were. I have to go through this everytime a false activation occurs, and this is many times a week. It does my getting any sleep no-good at all. It is just another thing to assist my unwanted and feared passage into further mental derangement.