Willmott Dixon lads at work on the new Winwood Court
Tuesday 29th January 2019
Norwegian: Tirsdag 29. Januar 2019
23:20hrs: I sort of shot awake, with a worryingly instant demand for the Porcelain Throne! The scrimmage to get out of the second-hand rickety, rusty 1978 recliner, and straight to the wet room went well and without any altercations.
But oh what a mess! Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding again. The cleaning up and medications were painful and uncomfortable. However, on the plus side, the evacuation went well with no haemorrhaging from the rear end.
I cleaned up the blood on the porcelain and floor. I washed the dandies and disinfected the contact points.
Then had a check of the fluid container pins. Hehe!
What a state! Although I think the fluid storage was less than yesterday, the papsules, mystery scars blotches, and spider veins seemed to have had some disappear and other replacement ones grown in the night, yet again!
I had a good perusal of the wet room floor, and there were no sightings of any of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) dead or alive? Another Woodthorpe Court Mystery!
I tackled the Health Checks next.
The BP had been so high on every check this week. I wonder why? Then again, a lot of things confuse me nowadays. Hahaha!
I used the old little camera to take this shot of morning sky – not very good is it?
Indeed not of my better efforts. I might have moved the camera a little, cause I was trying to catch the blue lights of the three emergency vehicles belting down Winchester Street, and the two on Mansfield Road in the same photo. Tsk!
I pressed on with updating the Monday blog and got it posted off to WordPress.During which, the wee-wees I found to have settled into a VSFWWW (Very short-Frequent-Weak-Wee-wees) variety. Hehe!
Had a break for a mug of tea and to get some breakfast. I reached for the porridge pot with the picker-upper claw, dropped it, then picked it up off of the floor.
Then, when I spotted how dirty parts of the floor looked – Guilt mode was Adopted. I stopped and cleared the stuff off off the corners and edges of the tiles, and got it 
swept and mopped.
Obviously, at this time of the morning (03:50hrs), I did not use the vacuum, but the old bush and pan.
I used the cloth mop to do the corners and gaps, and the round foot-press Spin-mop and bucket for the main area.
I made use of Flash floor 
cleaner and lemon disinfectant used.
I didn’t make any noise and felt a little proud of myself in fact.
The knees and legs were not complaining at all. I did have to stop for three of the VSFWWWs, though.
When it came to cleaning the mess afterwards, I found that two EIBWBBB weevils were in the water? Still, they were both dead ones.
But, as I washed the bowl used to clean both of the mops up in, I had to have a wee-wee.
When I got back after the VSFWWW, to empty the bowl that I’d left in the kitchen sink. Blimey, there was a live Weevil in the bowl.
Maybe it is fate, kismet, destiny or providence that I live out my life with these alien Weevils as some company? Has some all-powerful entity decided I can have their camaraderie and adopt them as pets? Haha!
I got to do this post and got up to here, then went to check the kitchen in case I’d left something running, like a tap (faucet), and to review the outcome of my domestic science handiwork. The floor didn’t look too bad, but Guilt about everywhere else made me consider doing some sorting on the counters and cupboards, the fridge as well.
Then Dizzy Dennis gave me such a scare! (All the bending, I suppose I should have known I’d get this!). I all but went over when he came again a few minutes later. I’d gone from Semi-Smug-Mode to Feeling-Sorry-for-Myself Mode in two minutes. Humph! But I thought I’d get the medications pots done up to avoid the stretching, bending and lifting, as a substitute Make-Me-Feel-Better-In-Myself-Mode? Hehehe!
Back to the computer, and checked the weather forecast, rain-wise to decide if to go out today or not. I had thought yesterday about getting a bus to Derby or Mansfield to get out a bit. No more Dizzy Dennis visits, yet! This is the forecast for today hour by hour:
I didn’t have the porridge after all. I had a mug of tea and some cheesy-nibbles and watched some clips about motoring accidents.
Sorted the Ablutions. Assembled the recycling bag, glass empties and black bags sorted out. Got dressed warmly and took them with me on the way out.
IT was -4°c outside showing on the electronic notice board near the lifts when I exited the building.
A water leak on Chestnut Walk didn’t help either. The frosted/iced vehicle screens showed how nippy it was. I felt a tad sorry for the lads doing the excavating work. I plodded on, waving through the window to Generalfeldmarschalless Julie and Riechsführeress Deana as I passed 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. Then to the end of the road and down Winchester Street hill into Sherwood.
Since my childhood, I have always been fascinated by heliotropism (movement of plants towards sunlight).
The stretch of panelling in this picture shows why. The shrubbery has somehow forced its way through the narrow gaps in the planks of wood, attached itself to the grain, and spread out. I continue to be amazed at Mother Nature. At Mankind too, but for other reasons!
Further down, as I walked by the entrance to the Muggers-Delight pathway, I spotted a piece of Nottingham Street Art.
I thought for a moment, (I do this occasionally) with the beautiful orange daisy (or whatever it is called) flowering bravely through the freezing weather to bloom and search-out any sunlight, it shows contrast twixt people and nature. I wondered if the Tate Gallery would be interested? If not, I could take a picture of some bricks for them back at the flats. Hehe!
I got onto Mansfield Road, and there was a while to wait before I could use my bus-pass at 09:30hrs. So I went into some Charity Shops to search for any China mugs they may have on sale. The Nottingham Hospice shop didn’t have any. The Cancer shop had a cup 
that looked like porcelain, but it was too heavy to be China. The Sue Ryder shop had a lot of cups and mugs, but no China ones, so my searching over, I went out to the bus stop and caught a Pronto bus to Mansfield.
Not many passengers to start with, but it filled up later, and the bus had to keep stopping with no one at the bus stops. Presumably, to keep to the time-table?
Getting off the bus was a high-level-risk situation. The stampede from those at the back of the bus encouraged me just to wait until they were all off before me. But a woman still managed to tread on my bag and then foot sat sidesaddle waiting patiently for the trampling to end. Tsk!
Being the last one off of the vehicle, I then had to contend with the attack of those boarding! I have to give these folks credit, their shoulder charges, tut-tutting and dirty looks were all first-rate! I escaped the bus depot as soon as I could, it was chaotic in there.
I took the underpass through to the B&M and Poundstretcher stores, calling in the B&M first.
I poddled about for ages. First I went in search of any China cups or mugs they may have on sale. None found. However, I ended up with a bag full of purchases all the same. At the cost of only £10.38. A tube of Liquorice Allsorts, two different pots of porridge, Wagon Wheels for the Social Hour nibble box, and two pots of sweet & sour noodles.
The best thing I bought that made all the effort worthwhile was some Glengettie Welsh tea-bags! Perhaps the most potent tea I have ever tasted, just great! I’d not seen any on sale anywhere for years now. They only had three box’s left on show, so I grabbed them all!
I paid the lady, who I felt sorry for, as she had apparently lost her voice. At least she didn’t respond to my Good morning, Are you keeping well, or Thank you, comments. Tsk!
The rain was drizzling as I left, but it didn’t bother me as I only had to walk a few yards under cover to the Poundstretcher shop next door.
Where I spent a little more money, on Nibbles for the Social box, some biscuits for raffle prizes, and some flying saucer sherberts for myself. I found they had some bottles of French’s Authentic American Mississippi Sweet and Smokey BBQ sauce at… wait for it… 19p a bottle! Its usually costs £2! I couldn’t find a sell-by date on any, so I assume it must have been out-of-date. ‘Brewed & bottled in Missouri, USA’ it said on the label. I bought two bottles. I got the whole shop for only £9.87! I paid the lady, who apparently is suffering the same problems as the lady in the B&M store with her voice. Haha!
I can’t blame the staff at all. With so many shops closing all around them, even the pub across the way had closed down, it must be thoroughly depressing for them, and their spirits at rock-bottom.
Out into the sad roadway outside that had now barred any parking, that must have cheered up the few shop owners who are left!
But that did not stop a traffic Warden plodding up the road. The lady using her mobile phone nearly walked into the traffic officer, half acknowledge him without stopping using her texter. And then, almost walked into the scaffolding piles! Oh, how I wish I hadn’t put the camera back in my pocket! Hahaha!
I had a poddle around the sadly near-deserted streets.
Mansfield made Nottingham look like a Fun Palace. Depressive, I’m afraid.
Many years ago, when I worked near Mansfield for the Co-op, when the pits were still open, the folks were all a friendly and happy lot.
Even a year or so ago, I called into the Beales Store in the photo of happier times below. They occupied both sides of the parade.
Now, sadly I find they are closing down for good. This is such sad news for the retailers still open. Heartbreaking, I feel so much for the owners and the staff.
I took the midday meds from the pot in the bag and popped them.
I made my way gloomily to the bus station and joined the scrum to get on the Nottingham bus. I was struggling to get into the seat with my two bags of shopping, another woman trod on one of the bags. Tsk! I was glad to be going home, I can tell yers! Humph!
A little light drizzle on the way back to Sherwood. But the driver was on my side and went like a bat out of hell for me.
I had to hold back a wee-wee of course. Not easy or painless, but somehow I held out until I got back to the flat! Phew!
Dropped off in Sherwood and waited for a 40 bus to take me up the hill a few stops. A tenant from Winchester Court was sat in the shelter, and we had a chinwag and laugh, bless her.
The short uphill walk from the bus stop on Winchester Street proved a problem. The damned ankle kept giving way en route.
The workers seem to be taking away an awful lot of soil from the front of Winchester and Winwood Courts.
I hope they do not topple over and down the hill! Hahaha!
The drizzle had stopped altogether now.
I made my way back to the flats, and up to mine and took a painful wee-wee. Ahh!
Well, Argh and Ahh! Hehehe!
I unloaded the bags of purchases and put the nibble in the spare room box.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
I laid out the buys and took a photo of them.
I thought the Wheels would come in handy as raffle prizes, cause I haven’t seen them before so might be appealing?
The canned beans were a fair price and in 
smaller cans to suit me. The sweet & Sour noodles were very cheap, so it doesn’t matter if I don’t like them.
USed the step ladders to get the brekkie corner filled with the pots bought added and rotated date-wise. All full now!
But, the thing I went for, the milk, I’d forgot to get! Twerp, Eizel, Nudnik, Putz, Schlemiel, Schnook and Yold! But you must know that already? Humph!
I got the pie in the oven heating and added some Texas sausages later, so they were both ready at the same time.
Got it served up and had the last of the milk roll bread with it. Just about to get settled to eat it, and the door chime rang-out to its tone of! “You’ve started something oh can’t you… I only wanna be with you” (Dusty Springfield). It was Stabsfeldwebeless Warden Deana and Sturmbannführeress Warden Julie. They had come to do a battery check with control with the Alert Wristlet alarm. They’d seen me hobbling home earlier, so knew I’d be in. The smell from my Cumberland Pie and sausage cooking got them going, they liked it! Hehehe! Check all done, I told them about the Glengettie tea bags bargain, had a short chinwag and off they went.
I used a drop of the BBQ Sauce I’d bought on it. I must remember not to use too much in future, its very hot, but I think I can cope with just using a little. Hehe!
An 8.5/10 flavour rating for this one.WAshed the pots up.
Watching the TV, Dizzy Dennis paid me another visit. Tsk!
Can’t remember much after that, so I assume I dropped off at a ridiculously early time. Which is probably why I woke at 23:30 hours, wide awake?
Ah-well, as the Italians say, ‘Quel Che sarà sarà’ I think?
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.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh dearie me, I failed to make it there in time. The instant 
Did
The tea had gone cold, so I nipped into the kitchen to made another brew. Taking a Diarrhorea capsule and an additional pain-killer Codeine 30g. I nearly took an olive oil capsule but stopped myself.
The view outside looked nice this morning. No snow, no fog and no rain!
Cumberland Pies to the Morrison order, I did yesterday. 
As the bus turned left onto Mansfield Road, I took a snap of the rather fantastic-looking clouds to the right.
Out and over the road to the bus stop, again. Just like yesterday, well timed. The bus arrived a couple of minutes later. I was the only passenger on it, this felt very odd.
The sky was still looking clear and bright.
Got off the bus on Chestnut Walk. There were many other residents to get on as I did so. Proof that the pleasant weather is appreciated by us all, methinks.
There seemed a lot of workers about. Maybe they are making an effort to get catch-up with the work they have lost due to the fog, snow and ice?
Went to make a brew and put the bits purchased away.
The second was going to be a shot of the car park, but I zoomed in on an SUV parked below. Why? Because I could not make out what the luminous yellow item was near the back of the vehicle!
Got the victuals put away and pondered on what to have for nosh later.
I eventually got the health checks done, the medications were taken.
Also, it noted that temperatures may get down to bel
Fodder tended to. The meal was sepulchral tonight. 
Got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks and got the medications taken. The sys was the lowest its ever been?
I was surprised to see the snow had fallen, but from inside it looked terrific.
No taking of any pictures on the route, because manoeuvring along the snow and ice made hobbling-safely my main aim to concentrate on. 
The first thing that caught my ‘camera-eye’ was the pigeons on the ledges and tops of the Victoria Centre (Mall). Reminiscent of Hitchcock’s ‘The birds’, I thought Hehe!
I called in the Poundland store to see if they had any pork pies in, knowing they would not have.
Walked down Clumber Street, taking this picture of the affable, breezy, devil-may-care, easygoing, laid-back, polite, caring, gentle Nottinghamians as they cheerily made their way to the next store to shoplift from, or in search of their next mugging victim or to trip over a rough sleeper begging.
game popular nowadays; Spot-a-Policeman.
For some reason, although I had not walked much, the plate-of-meat started to sing. I decided to make my way back as the snow began to fall again.
Walking up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop and popped my head and camera over the railings so I could offer you this picture of some Nottingham Street Art.
As the bus made its way along Upper Parliament Street, I wedged the camera against the window and took some shots as we progressed along.
This is photographicalisation from the bus window. 
Went to get the noshing sorted and cooking.
I heated the beef and potato hot-pot and added a beef pastie slice to the tray ten minutes later, hoping they would both be cooked at the same time.
Diahorrea Duncan has returned. Took a lot of cleaning up of me and the porcelain afterwards. When I do the ablutions, I think it safer, bearing in mind how close I came to another Whoopsiedangleplop, I add a Diah-Limit capsule to the morning medication pot and will adorn the safety pants again today.
Temperature a little high, and I’m still drinking a lot of juice and tea.
Went to make another mug of tea.
I did some TFZer prep work on CorelDraw.
Then I got the ablutions tended to. Wrapped up well in warm clothing and set off on a walk into Sherwood.
I turned back and took this photo of the complex.
So, this stranger and I hobbled on up to the park and down the footpath onto Mansfield Road. I turned left up and over the hill and down into Sherwood.
Into the Nottingham Hospice shop and dropped off the bag of donations. New lady in charge now, seemed nice enough bless her and the volunteer lady too.
I left, out and over the pelican-lights lights safely; despite a pedal cyclist going through the lights on red and nearly hitting me and another old chap as we began crossing. Humph!
Back in the messy, untidy scrappy apartment, to be greeted by Herbert above’s noise, banging and tapping this time. Every weekend it is worse than weekdays.
Made up the meal, and very-nice-too! Beef pasty, tomatoes, sliced roast potatoes, parsnips, green beans, sugar-peas, mushrooms and parsnips. Yoghourt and a mug of Clementine Juice, using the new bigger container I’d bought earlier. A mandarin & Lime yoghourt too. Rated this as a 9.54/10.
, and the back pain has eased off well. Made a cuppa, took the medications, with another ADRC capsule, for things were still a bit messy. Haha!
Much rubbing in of the pain gel took place.
Got on with updating of the diaries again, and the lads outside started their hoist going, with the accompanying clattering and noise from the blow-torches or whatever they call them.
stopped right outside of the window.
.
I got a message telling me about the latest Firefox. How it was 3-times faster than Chrome and had added features.
Made another cuppa and took a pain-killer.
Looking a bit glum now, and it isn’t late either.
Canned tomatoes seasoned with balsamic vinegar and basil. Smoked bacon was done in the oven, and I made sure it was not too crisp.
The ladies got off at the Sainsbury Store, I went on to Mansfield Bus Station and got the brolly up. Walked down through the underpass and took this picture.
B&M Store and Pound Stretcher stores visited. Treated me to some chocolate nougat, and could not find any of the screw-lid tubs in either shop. Called into the paper shop to get a TV Magazine.
ded to make my way home straight away, I was feeling tired anyway.
The heavy rain kindly stopped and reduced to a few spots when I dropped off the vehicle in Sherwood.
I bit dodgy with the wet soil, but I got down without any Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas, I’m glad to report.
Got the meal served up. A good mix tonight. Farls with cheese topping, beef steak pie, garden peas, Marmite Crisps and sliced boiled potato with vegemite and Balsamic sauce dotted about. Hehe! The teeth suffered when masticating a little, but it tasted so good.
opped.
The Porcelain Throne beckoned me at that time, and off I stumbled, out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair, a wibbly-wobbly walk that annoyed Hilda Hips a bit and off to the wet room. I spent a while digesting the writings of the Leningrad book, while the painful evacuation session decided if it was to be a success or a mid-way blockage! The raw pain accompanying the movement made me think that perhaps a submarine torpedo was on its way out! Cor Blimey, what a gut-wrenching, excruciating haemorrhoid tearing session that was! Surprisingly, there was minimal bleeding, though.
0245hrs: In the lift number one, and noticed that the new Wachelino Alien Blob had spread out a bit.
decentish photograph of it on my way to the recycling bin. I noticed that someone had already added some graffiti to it. Huh!
alcoholic concoctions the residents had put there earlier.
Sorted out the photographs and made a start on this diary.
Sadly, another of us old folk have gone again. A lady tenant from Winchester Court. I did not recognise the name but bet I knew her to speak to. This lowered my spirits just a bit for a few moments. I know it can’t be avoided or helped.
Back up the lift and made another brew of tea.
Updated this diary again.
Now, I have two tips for anyone doing this:
Set off to the Windwood Social Hour.
Had a peep out at the bus stop and the rain was pouring down.
one, that was due at the same time of 1030hrs. We waited and waited and a chap from the Winchester Flats, the gambling addict, nice chap, joined us. At 1045hrs, still no bus, they both started to walk down the hill leaving me all alone under my umbrella fruitlessly waiting for the bus that never arrived.
Got back to the flat and got the umbrella drying, took the wet trousers off and a wee-wee that I thought would never end?
Got the chips in the oven and added the beef patsies after 12 minutes, in the hope that they would both be ready at the same time. Set the timer for another 20 minutes and carried on with the updating, to here.
Got the meal sorted.
soak.
I had a wee-wee.
0158hrs: I gathered the washing bag and accoutrements and made my way down to the laundry room.
got the camera with me and decided to do an updated photograph of the little creature. When I got inside the elevator, I took a photo to use later in making a graphicalisation.
about to give birth?
I must say, I was pleased with how the oven thingy, mitt or whatever it is called, came out nice and clean despite its thickness.
Got this done, then finalised the Thursday chronicle and started this one off for an hour or so.
I had nasty Dizzy Dennis attack as I neared the gates. Had to stop near a bench and hold onto it. Not all bad though, cause it gave me the chance to watch dogs playing with their owner and I spotted this insect, whatever it is on the top back of the seat.
Fingers crossed and hoping for the best, I entered and bravely bothered the Obergefrieteress receptionists. Took a seat and got the crossword book out. A young assistant came to fetch me half an hour so later and carried the bag for me as I tackled the steep stairs to the treatment room. The Dentist needed to see the actual INR blood level figure from the Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic, which I didn’t have of course. Not that it would have helped me get my teeth done, because the level was only 1.5 on it, and the dentist would not do any work until it was 2.5 to 3,5 anyway, as she explained. So, now I have to wait until next Tuesday to have a blood test. Then wait until the DVT record comes to me. Then it has to be in range. Then I have to go to the surgery within 24hrs and try to get an appointment within the next 24 hours of visiting them and informing them. But they cannot guarantee me one. The dentist came down with me to speak to the receptionists about the situation. But even she got dirty looks from the Commandantess receptionist; I just got ignored.
Outside, just about coped with the two steep steps down to the sidewalk and things took a turn for the worse for me as a blooming Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came to close to me for comfort as he sped by.
beautiful as I went out onto the balcony.
windows to see if I might get away without cleaning them on the outside. The mess inside was more noticeable with the lights on inside and dark out! What an idiot I am! They were in a terrible state, and it was evident that they needed doing urgently.
Then onto the DVD shelves and the fire surrounds. This took me three hours to get done, and other Porcelain Throne visits in between.
Tackled the bookshelves and moved the hearing aids and accoutrements into their own tray. Then started on the 1963 second-hand G-Plan that holds the landline and computer and printer stuff on top and all sorts of rubbish inside. A Major Calamity Grade Whoopsiedangleplop here! I’m afraid. The wooden door runners spilt open when I tried to close them after polishing them. The right-hand ones do not open anymore, Sob! I’ve left the left ones ajar so you can see how they should open. I had to use WD40, brute force and a prayer to get the broken door to close. My heart in the cleaning up task faded at this point!
The feet were not too bad, but Anne Gyna was giving me bother.
e retailers.
I walked down to the Co-op and got some soft bread and bananas.
to be trying to drink water in a little crevice on the cracked pavement. Or not?
Did the checks and medications and took an anti-diarrhoea capsule. Then spotted the morning drugs that I was about to take much earlier when I got the Trots… still in their pot untaken! Tsk!
Then got the nosh cooking, well, no cooking at all really. I had instant mash with the last of the cheese mixed in, BBQ mackerel and baked beans with balsamic vinegar.
I think I was too tired to get to sleep tonight. The nodding offs did not start until very late on. And, one dream, well, bits of one of them I could recall and made this graphic in the morning to show what it was about. I was at the British Railways house in Brookfield Place, as I was living there in my early years. I was on my own and searching for a ten-bob note in the outside loo, and the pigeons would not let me get out again? That’s all I recall.