Despite the poverty, I was at my happiest…
In my younger years, and almost positive!
Full of vigour and at my determinest…
I set out one Sunday to slab Square, looking my nattiest!
First time alone on a trolleybus, at my swankiest!
43 Trolleybus in town
The bus ticket cost all of 3d,
Today that would be about ½ a new penny,
I wanted to get a Sunday paper, you see…
Take it to Dad; make him proud of me!
But the newsvendor asked, where’s your Daddy?
I didn’t realise he knew my Dad, Harry!
He told me to take myself home and hurry!
But he did give me a newspaper for Dad, for free!
West Bridgford (WBUDC) bus
So, I did, on a posh, pretty coloured WBUDC,
West Bridgford Urban District Council, you see?
We didn’t argue with adults back then, tactfully…
Agreeing with grown-ups, had desirability…
Cause of their clipping you around the earhole, ability!
I hastened home…
I hurried home, in hope of a visit from Auntie Kerry…
She liked to bath me, which always affected my psychoactivity,
I think she had some habits, mayhaps, eccentricity?
She scrubbed me up well, with dexterity, not dignity!
I always greeted her arrival with emotional glee!
Not understandingly, but happy… and expectantly…
Knowing (praying for) what she was about to do to me! ♥
I longed for her visits, and was her greatest devotee,
And to think that people said we were an odd family? Hehe!
I’d like to offer this ‘different’ blog topic today. Most of the following photos, all connected to the Slab Square, chronologically (I hope), they show the changes made since 1929, when they started pulling down the old Exchange Building, to be replaced by the new look concrete Lions, and the Little John bell, that booms out every quarter of an hour. Sometimes when I’m in Sherwood, even I can hear it, and that’s two miles away! With the hearing aids in, naturally.
I wonder if they would let folks on the roof nowadays? Hehe!
Nottingham City Council House was officially opened by the Prince of Wales on 22nd May 1929. My Dad was there, as he frequently told me; stuck in traffic, held up by the police to let the Princes cars through, trying to deliver his load of British Railway Parcels to a shop on South Parade.
I remember this fair. I was working at Tesco at the time, and had to from the Radford Road store to the Maid Marion Way one to take some cash… or it might be the other way around? Either way, I got a jolley good rollicking of manager Derek Down when I got back late on the motorbike, due to someone opening the fair and the roads being blocked off, as I recall. Humph!
Ah, my romantic period, this was. Not that I had a lot of success!
Look at those taxis on the right, South Parade. All Morris Oxfords or Austin Cambridges, very rarely any other model of car. The fair showing on the meter would start at 6d (2½p). Happy times, although the shared physical jerks were at a premium around this time! Bit of a blue period.
Got arrested at the football match at the City Ground. Thrown in a gigantic black maria, and let out at the end of the match.
Doing a bit better with gals now… Hehehe! Met Grizelda and had four weeks of rampant, beautiful, gorgeous, constant… I nearly got carried away there!
First time I’ve been late for work in my life. Not surprising!
Tsk! Young, middle-aged, mature ladies, lying around with hardly any clothes on! Showing things that old men like wot I am shouldn’t be looking at… Oh dearie me! I was so embarrassed… And my missing the bus home three times meant I was forced to sit there in ogling mode, for four hours! Ahem!
I arrived in town with aches and pains from the bus trip, I was already sorry I’d escaped! The bus ride was a battle between me keeping the trolley-guide from running away every time we took a corner, jammed the anchors on, went downhill, and my falling out of the seat! Harolds Haemorrhoids were stinging! I called in the Wilko store to get some of the Laundry freshener, which I did. I came out, with three of the granules, chocolate brazils, peanuts and a bottle of disinfectant.
I left and hobbled to the Poundland Shop, where I got carried away and frustrated. They had no pies, Dettol or filled BLT sarnies. After a physical battle with other shoppers breathing down my neck cause I was not moving fast enough, people running in front of me in the queue, I paid with the card at the checkout for the: Toffiffee box, Frazzles, White waste bags, Perle De Perle lemon desserts, Ginsters pasties, Microfibre cleaning cloths, can of stewed steak, Oxo cubes, Mint and lemon disinfectant, (Good for the overnight emergency grey wee-wee bucket, you know!) and a packet of Senna tablets.
Out in the drizzle, passing all the jolly, happy, sociable, kind, understanding, smiling, sweet-natured Nottinghamians, merrily going about their shoplifting and pickpocketing activities. Avoiding the pavement cyclists was risky!
Along Upper Parliament Street, and down King Street towards the Market Square. The wind was getting up, I was struggling controlling the three-wheeler guide, and getting the odd shower from the buses as they pulled up from the puddles. The toenails joined the piles in giving me some tender stinging as I limped down the hill.
I stopped at the bottom of Long Row opposite the tree, and took the time to just glance around, (in my Sherlock Holmesian Mode, here!), to access the mood of the Nottingham plebeians. The masks were being worn by, I’d estimate, 60% of the Nottingham great unwashed, Students, muggers etc., but I got the view that the masses, were not too content with life, but, who can blame them?
I limped across the Slab Square. I’d decided to go to the other Poundland Store on Wheeler Gate, in search of some Dettol disinfectant, and BLT sarnies. A sense of doom and gloom came over me as I crossed over, starving pigeons came down to me when I stopped a moment to try and wriggle the keet to free the toenails that had got tangled in the sock. They must have thought I was going have summat to eat, and hoped a few crumbs would fall to the floor?
Long Row looked terribly sad. Temporary and permanently closed stores everywhere, a desperate pigeon seeking fodder of some sort, and few Nottinghamians about! I got in the Poundland and had another struggle to get around, the feet and toes were harrowing painful now. I cheered a smidge when I found some Dettol lavender disinfectant on sale and got three bottles. As I meandered about I added, two part-baked baguettes, pork pie, a BLT sarnie, The wobbles came on when I got to the self-serve tills, I was embarrassed and in a pickle.
A young lady helped me out and picked up the dropped items and out them through for me. She was busy and kept nipping off to help others, and I started to all out of the shop with the trolley and bags hanging all over it, and the girl chased after me… I had not paid! Red-faced (it probably showed through the face-mask!) I returned and used the card…
Oh, heck! The machine would not take the card! I went into Panic-Mode. The young lady tried to calm me down, but all sorts of things were going through my mind, embarrassment being the biggest! I fumble around and found enough cash to pay, the lady was very calm about it. I thanked her and dug out a can from the trolley, of Vodka mix and gave it to her. When I got outside, I calmed down a bit, as I realised I’d used the card earlier at the other store, so the bak might have been being cautious, in case the card had been stolen and used?
I got to the slab square and noticed the large number of crows that were about. Someone had dropped some crumbs whatever, and the crows dived down attacking the pigeons? I had a good while before the bus was due, so I walked around the Council House and back along Long Row on the other side, to King Street.
The Primark Store had bouncers and staff controlling the shoplifting customers as they queued up to do some pilfering. I don’t know how the stop stays in business. I rarely go in nowadays, its a large store with escalators and stairs, so I can’t go shopping there anymore anyway. But the times in the past I’ve seen kleptomaniacs and pickpockets at work when I did shop there, was phenomenal.
As I turned up King Street to go to the bus stop, the PAvement Cyclist git it blue, came withing inched of hitting me, and seemed totally unaware of it. I hoped my taking this photo might trigger him to ask me why I was photographing him, as he chatted to a fellow food deliverer. Then I could have told him! But, no!
The three Christian singers were out again further up the road, near the Brian Clough statue, its called speakers corner. They or one or more of them are regular attenders. The chap on the right with the guitar started this singing to the Lord off first. I’ve never seen him in long trousers, whatever the weather is like?
I got up to the bus stop and took this snap as I arrived there, it is sadly, indicative of the mood of the City Centre today. Drab! I caught a number 40 bus back home, glad I did, it is much quicker than the L9.
I was tired, in pain, mangled toenails, Duodenal Donald starting to kick-off, depressed, embarrassed, and oh, so keen and ready for fodder and sleep!
01:05hrs: I woke to the sounds of the blowing winds, rain hitting the windows. And I could still hear the flipping ‘Hum’ from the inside at the same time! Oy-oy-oy! A wee-wee was needed, and it was growing more urgent second by second. The battle to get out of the second-hand, £300, c1968 recliner, was a struggle. During which it came to light that Back-Pain-Brenda and Anne Gyna were both going to be a hassle today. But thankfully, Arthur Itis seemed a lot easier on the knees! The toothache appears to have eased off a tad? I’m not complaining about that!
I grabbed the stick and utilised the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). It proved to be of the SSP (Short-Sharp-Painful) style. But with a high degree of splashback. Off to the wet room for a hand wash. I tried for a Porcelain Throne visit while in there, but no luck.
Off to the kitchen, where I was flabbergasted to find the cupboard doors open, and the medical drawers pulled out. With various bits and pieces of cutlery and pottery in different places than normal? What’s been going on here! I looked around at the disorganised mess, and for the life of me, couldn’t remember, understand or work-out what had happened! Ah, nocturnal meanderings perhaps? Baffled completely now! To a certain extent, I managed to ostracise my worries and concerns from my mind, which was a rarity indeed, an aberration, a deviation from normality and ordinariness in itself! Inwardly, my EQ gave me a smirk?
I got the camera to take a picture of the state of the place, and diverted to take a shot of my extraordinarily, ever-morphing legs!
Gone was the colouring of yesterday, the cadaverousness-bloodlessness had returned. With a few extra lumps, clumps and blood-papule growths more prominent today. The legs were of a different size to each other. The worrying signs of cramps around the shin area… but why can I not recall having any pains during the night? I pondered on trying to understand the when what and why for’s. Why should I go through the cupboards and draw, leave the mall open, and get my head down again? My IQ interrupted, with a sort of; “Forget it, at least whatever happened, you got through it uninjured!” He rounded off his statement with snide-snigger! Which made sense to me.
I took my medications, made a mug of tea, and had to shoot off back to the wet room, which was done with ease, to use the Porcelain Throne. Argh! Squawk, caterwauling and ululations! Talk about pain! What in hell had I just passed? I wonder if I might have eaten a saucepan in my nocturnal wanderings! Hehehe!
I was most disturbed when I got the computer going to update yesterdays post. Battling for domination of the imperfect brain, was the ‘Hum’, the mystery of the night’s kitchen fiasco, and Back-Pain-Brenda and Anne Gyna’s unwelcome attentions. Then the toothache got a little worse. So, I got another codeine phosphate 60g down my gullet and carried on blogging.
I did the comments first. Then on the WordPress Reader section. Later on the TFZer Facebooking.
Eventually got round to updating the Sunday blog. Which was more relaxed than it has been for ages! Saccades-Sandra and Nicodemus Neurotransmitions were both being so kind to me! Yee-Ha!
Ablutions to be tackled! Off I limped to the wet-room. An amazing session! Dropsies were limited to the razor (3), toothbrush, and the showerhead (2).
The pins (legs) looked a little changed, even from the early morning shot? The toes were curling a tad too. Gawd knows why? Still got some of the odd spots from yesterday, and maybe the ankle ulcer is having another go at coming back.
As I was putting the camera on floor-cabinet, I took an unintended picture. Huh! It came out betterer than some intended ones I’ve taken. Hahaha! While looking at the photo later when I got back home, I realised the chest hairs had gone again! No wonder I was getting confused at finding hairs in the sink earlier! This has happened three times since the stroke. Another mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination, rife! Hey-ho!
I got dried, dressed, and tended to the handwashing. It was easier and quicker than yesterday, I only did a pair of socks and a long-sleeved t-shirt. I don’t recall spilling any water this time, either. Smug-Mode-Adopted!
Then after they were done, wrung and hung, I got a few bags taken to the chute, and one big one to take down with me for the skip.
The timing went well this Monday. As I set off, after a couple of pitiable returns to the flat to check the cooker, then the taps, I got the big bag in my hand and the three small black ones on top of the walker-guide.
Off to the waste room, then down and out to the new skip. I’m afraid the lid has been made a lot smaller on this one. With the strong winds wanting to blow me away from the skip, I had a job getting the bags in it!
Then, the planned amble to the bus stop became another challenge to overcome. The nasty winds did their best to send me back to Woodthorpe Court for a time, then fell-off as quickly as they had started! By the time, a few minutes only, that I got to the bus stop, the winds returned. Then packed in again?
As the buses both arrived, I went to the Winchester Foyer, to help Christine to the shelter in the high gusty wind, and it dropped again. Ah, well! A big crowd for the buses today, as is expected on a Monday, though. The City-bound bus arrived ahead of the Bestwood one. Surprisingly, only about four tenants got on it, including me. I had a bash at the crossword book to start with, and the trip was excellent and steady, no battling to stay in the side-saddle seat.
I arrived in town at the terminus on Queen Street, thanked the kind lady driver, and gave her a nibble bar.
The wind was evil in the City Centre as well when I got off the bus. I hobbled against the weather, down to the Slab Square. I took a series of photographs, left to right.
I walked the periphery of the Square and crossed over South Parade on my way to the Poundland Shop. Where I had a sniff around, and arrived at the self-serve checkouts, with the following in my basket:
A pork Farms pork pie (well they are excellent value at a quid [Guilt-Mode-Adopted!]). A BLT brown bread ready-made sarnie. Kitchen roll (they are just the right size for blowing my nose on!) A beef pastie, Dettol plain and lavender disinfectants. Toothpaste. A toothbrush (to replace the one I broke in half in my gob on Saturday, Tsk!) Cashew nuts, razors (To replace the ones I broke on Friday). And, a spray of ‘For Man – Addiction Gold perfume spray! (Well, I can try! Hehehe!)
I had help from the same kind lady in putting them through for me. (I got a look from her when she put the ‘Man Perfume’ through the till, that said; Ah, bless him!) I gave her a can of Gin & Tonic in thanks. Then out back to the Slab Square. I took a zoomed-in shot of the flag pole on top of the Council House, that had been bent over in the high winds! Oh, dear!
I had an amble around the Square, snapping merrily away.
The winds seem to be dying down, but no! As I made my way up Queen Street to Parliament Street, they gusted again. I can’t remember winds doing this before – I blame Brexit, myself! Hehe!
A chappie had apparently been assigned to watch over some underground works taking place. But the girls trying on clothes in the White Rose 6 store that sells ladies handpicked recycled fashion and accessories in support of Aegis Trust, was too much of a distraction for him. You can’t blame him!
When I got up onto Parliament Street, to take a photo of the traffic, I noticed a right born pillock. I think he was a food delivery nit, judging by the box on his back. He rode the wrong way against the traffic, then road his moped whatever it was, over the pelican lights weaving between the crossing pedestrians! Terrible! Anyway, I took the snap along Parliament Street of the buses, in case any of my thousands of followers and reader from the USA, might find it of interest. I know they both like buses. Hehehe!
Then, as I hobbled down the hill to the bus stop, to take the last photo in town for the day, the wind got up again and the sun did a runner, luckily I caught it just right! Or I thought I had.
Ailing Nicodemus Neurotransmitters packed up as I was just pressing the button on the camera! Luckily, I have got into the habit of slipping my hand in the grab strap regularly nowadays, and this trait saved me dropping the Canon on the floor! Phew! Lucky!
I got on the bus, and immediately recognised the driver as being the Stirling Moss fan! I braced myself for a journey of battling to stay in the side-saddle seat. Just as well I did. By the time we got home to the falts, Back-Pain-Brenda and Arthur Itis had both started off! Humph! Still, I had a Chinwag with Christine on the bus.
We arrived back, and I made sure I was nearby her, in case the winds got blustery. We had a lovely natter as we walked through to Woodthorpe Court, and in the lift. Sadly I said my farewells as I got off the elevator.
I got in the flat, and no needs for any wee-weeing came. (A little unnerving that!) I got the purchases put away, and sliced some mushrooms and got them in the saucepan, with onion salt and balsamic vinegar.
There were noises I could not recognise, banging, rustling tapping coming from somewhere inside. The ‘Hum’ continues unabated and is joined by gusting, almost singing winds occasionally. Back-Pain-Brenda and Arthur Itis were both bothersome since the bus ride home. Thank heavens the toothache was not so bad, but it’s early yet.
I made a start on updating this blog, as the sky turned into what must have been a nephrologists delight. Beautiful!
But, when I opened the unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed, disliked photographer-hating kitchen window, the howling wind blew through and spread about the kitchen towels, tea bag pots and oven mitts onto the floor. The window almost clouted me in the face! Cholericalisations!
I got to three hours past my usual head-down time. Gave up on the computerisationing, and got the nosh sorted out.
When I got it into the front room, I wondered why I left a gap in the middle of the plate? In this photo, I’d forgot to add the mushrooms. I went back to the kitchen and got them out of the saucepan and added them to the dish. Tsk!
Taste Rating of 7/10.
Got the TV on, an interesting program open the Smithsonian channel, about failed Moon missions. I thought I’ll watch that! Huh! Zzzz!
23:10hrs: I stirred in need of a wee-wee. The overweight heavily-stomached and aching all over for some reason body was reluctant to be prised away from the £300 second-hand rusty recliner. The toe still throbbed from last night’s double-stubbing!
I got to the wet room without too much hassle, all the same. I’d gone to the WC as opposed to using the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-wee-Bucket) because I was sure the need for a Porcelain Throne evacuation was imminent. For several mornings now, the urgent need had arisen with minutes of my escaping the clutches of the recliner, and each time I had been lucky to get to the wet room on time. (I felt rather smart and smug about this planning!) However, after the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee was finished, the hands washed, Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding treated, and I’d got to the kitchen, and still no signs of my needing a heavy-duty session had arrived. Tsk!
But I had to return to the wet room in need of another wee-wee! This one of the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) Mode.
The knees and legs looked a tad more colourful than of late. With the Clopidgrel lumps returning. But the blood papules and all veins were looking calm. I did have a new small purplish-blue blotch on the inner of the right leg that might turn into something that the Tate Gallery might be interested in as it develops? Haha!
Washed and creamed, medicated things, and back to make a brew and take the medications.
I got the computer on and checked the Google Diary for the next few day’s duties and appointment.
I must out today to get some bits of nosh in. No time over the next three days, I’ll be stuck indoors again. Well, two indoors, the third hopefully visiting Sister Jane at her Mansion. But don’t think I’m afraid of going there and getting told-off, tutted-at, and receiving down-the-nose looks with a curled lip, that could melt and disintegrate Tungsten, and my pockets picked by xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete. Well, nervous, perhaps!
As I was changing to WordPress to start the updating of the Sunday post:
I felt like crying, but instead, I inwardly vituperated to Mr Fries and cursed my accursed bad luck in moving from BT to Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet. Although looking back now, BT was about as bad as this shower is at providing a decent service! Mind you, Fries’ lot charge more!
I went to make another brew of tea and cleaned the pots I’m missed from doing last night. When I returned to the computer, at least it had a connection – albeit was still slow. My dislike for Mr Fries and Liberty-Global went down to Defcon 3.
I plodded relentlessly on with the updating. Other than a good few wee-wees, which were a variety of modes, length, pain, and splashbackabilities. Got the post finished eventually. When the top-priority demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived.
Off to the wet room, I made it in time enough, although it was still closer than I would have liked, for comfort. The passing went well, no bleeding and little mess and pain. The only thing worth mentioning was after the event, and a tad perplexing! The water in the WC, was bubbling, almost like in a geyser? One flush cleared the contents, and I could not help but stick my finger in the water, to assure myself it wasn’t actually hot! The bubbles continued for about another minute, then died down. I was in a state of puzzlement, mystification, and bewildered at what could have caused this violent bubbling in the first place? Another enigma of my beloved Nottingham City Homes, Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, producing illusion, delusion, & hallucinational activities! Hehehe! Mmm?
I struggled with the slow internet service, with the odd intermittent few seconds going downtime, and went on the WordPress Reader. Then the TFZer Facebooking.
By the time I had around top starting this page off, spend about an hour on it, with the regular wee-wees (I hope they ease-off before I go out later), is needed, I got around to thoughts of food, and what to have for brekkers. I decided on a mug of tea and some cornflakes, providing they had not gone all soggy (I’ve had them in for a while now!). I went to check them out.
Brekkers was corn flakes with a jam tart and mint bikkies with a mug of the very bestest brew, Glenghettie Gold. And it was so good!
Washing the dishes, and the summoning to the WC arrived, and I did the Ablutionalisatiioning at the same time.
Many dropsies were done. The toothbrush and paste were very active in their flying and slipping out of the hand today.
After the shave and shower, the sock glide battle victory went to the green plastic-covered metal frame, in particular to the finger-trapping holding gripper, known to me as Agripper the Hun! And at times like these, a few other choicest descriptive and curse-like words. (I shiver at the very thought of it!)
I got dressed and prepared the black and recycling bags to take down with me.
I got the shoes on and went to start the flat checks, taps, lights, etc. before leaving. As I went into the kitchen, I tripped on the raised door-stopper, and tumbled knees first onto the floor! After a few moments of annoying verbal responses, I struggled to bet back up, painfully onto my pins.
It turned out that the reason for the Whoppsie was that the velcro on the shoes, had stopped sticking altogether? I tried my best to get them to work without any success. So, into the bin, they were dispatched. After I applied dollops of Phorpain Gel, well rubbed in, I tried the other pair of shoes, but the velcro on them was not exactly reliable? What’s going on?
After the pains eased, I moved on and got the bags on the trolley.
As I was putting on the new coat, I spotted that the tear on the left-hand side of the tweed had got a lot worse! Oh, dear, getting wee’d-off now! I had to dig out the old but used only once flak-jacket type coat.I’d stopped wearing it after one try because it was too tight for me with the weight I put on after the stroke. Amazingly, it fitted? Ah, well!
I departed the flat and took the black bags to the waste-chute. Then down in the lift and took the recycling bag to Stew’s room.
As I went into the welcoming warmth of the link Corridor to Winwood Court, I spotted that the Fire and access door out to the alfresco benches was still ajar! It’s been a security risk like this for many weeks now, but nobody in authority seems to be interested or bothered about it?
I’ll mention it again to the ILC if I see one on the way out. I still have a yearning to get out there one day, on a bench, with my crossword book, pen, and a flask of tea and a bar of chocolate, perhaps. In the warm sunshine? What did I say? Sunshine? What’s that then? Hehehe!
I proceeded in an Easterly direction (hehe!) along the link corridor, towards the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinator’s), Wardens. Interrogation Office, hopefully, to remind them off the open external door, again. I could hear much laughter coming from the lady’s hairdresser salon that cheered me up a bit. I like it when folks are happy, a rarity nowadays. No luck in finding any ICL, so I went into the Winwood Court Social Area, and had a go at the crossword book puzzles.
As I plodded on to the Winchester Court lobby, I was most pleased with the lack of hassle from Arthur Itis, considering the tumble I took earlier.
I found a few tenants sat in there awaiting the bus. Doris, Cyndy, Margaret, May, and name unknown others were there. I handed around the nibbles and accepted the snide remarks, insults, put-downs, and the superior sarcasm from Frank in good spirit and kept walking around in case the knees froze up. As soon as I got outside to go to the bus stop, I realised that the cold, bitter, Winwood Heights wind was still with us. Brrr! I took a few photos while laughing with the ever-growing clan at the shelter.
When we got on the bus, I settled in the corner side-saddle seat. Cyndy, Doris and Frank and a couple of other tenants sat nearby. We chatted en route, but a lot of what was said, I had to guess by the sayer’s facial expression. For the hearing aids seemed to be losing power occasionally? I got off last on Upper Parliament Street, the others scattered. The wind seemed less vicious in the City Centre.
I hobbled into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall), and straight to the Next shop, and got a voucher.
Then out back onto Parliament Street, and stood for a while, watching the Nottinghamian’s cross against the Don’t Walk sign. One pedestrian actually shouted and gestured at a driver as he turned from Milton Street!
I crossed over later and stopped to take this snap of the crowds in Clumber Street. The Nottinghamians appeared in a slightly better, less down-in-the-mouth mood today, and Pavement Cyclists were noticeable by their absence?
Also, Arthur Itis was still kind to me? Considering the force in which Arthur’s knees hit the kitchen floor, this is strange. Very Oddlimost! Ah, maybe the Phorpain gel for once, and the extra codeine might have helped?
I limped along, at a fair rate of knots, the three-wheel-guide was empty so easier to control. And I got to the Poundland World on Wheeler Gate and spent a fair bit of dosh. I ended up buying; Dettol disinfectant, a Pork Farms pork pie, a can of beef in gravy, sliced wholemeal rolls, steak slices, cooked chicken slices, almonds, cashews, Orange flavoured digestive bikkies and a lemon breeze spray disinfectant. The lady put them through for me within a couple of minutes, less her.
I got the things in the bags evenly weighted, and off through the square towards the bus stop.
The slab square was still being cleaned up after the Winter Wonderland. What a messy, untidy flop that was!
At the bottom of Queen and King Streets on my way up to the bus shelter, I spotted this chap in his mini-street cleaner, taking a rest and break. It looked like a new vehicle. I wonder if they sell them one at a time? I could use the recharging facility on Chestnut Walk? Just a thought. Hahaha!
I got up to the L9 bus stop. Not many folks around today? And none got on en route back to Winwood Heights. I fought against falling asleep all the way. But the driver helped me, by his imitating Nigel Manson with his driving. Thus, I had to stay awake to concentrate on not being tipped out of the seat on each corner!
Back on Chestnut Walk at the flats, I got off last as is usual. (This avoids me getting trampled on as I get off of the bus, Haha!) I stopped for a while to chinwag with Penny, and hand-over her belated New Year treat, only a little bottle of wine, but she liked it.
I walked back through Winchester into Winwood Court. I was going to try to tell Warden and Laptop dancer Deana, about the door still being insecure, open in fact, on the link passage. But they were very busy with people in the office, so I plodded on. I had a look at the door as I went by it, it was still open.
In the lift and up, out and into the flat. Where for some unknown, possibly weird, reason I decided that I’d get the handwashing done. So, it was done, rung and hung.
By the time I’d finish it, I was feeling well-drained and the usual afternoon confusion-of-the-brain was returning. Tsk! I moved the evenings clothing to the airers.
This started me thinking, my wee-weeing is a bit erratic innit? One day none stop, the next little at all?
I found a packet of the mushroom pate in the fridge and thought it would go nice in the wholemeal rolls.
Then I investigated in the freezer and found the chips I’d forgotten about having. They were called Truffle Fries and looked almost pale-green in colour when I opened the packet. It had bits of what looked like black pepper spread over them. And had a smell that I’ve never sniffed before to them. I was in two-minds (As usual, though!) about whether I should try them or not? I had a look at the ingredients list on the bag: Potatoes, sunflower oil, Black Truffle & Sea Salt, Dried parsley etc. I don’t even know what a truffle really is? I decided to try them out.
I and got them in the oven cooking, and set to making the roll sarnies. This is when I realised I’d forgot to get some tomatoes! Humph! So I put lashings of caramelised onion chutney, in the rolls with the mushroom pate!
Oh, boy, how I managed to keep my hands off of them I don’t know. The aroma of the pate was tempting me to eat them straight away. But, being a good boy, I resisted. Hah-ha!
The truffle fries didn’t look cooked after the 25 minutes recommended time in the oven, so I gave them long and kept having a look at them.
When it came to plating them, they smelt so different to anything I’ve cooked before and were still a tinge green looking. But, by golly, they tasted so good! Now, I have to remember where I got them from. Humph! They almost tasted like meat?
I found out the chips were bought from Iceland. So I must do an order for next week with some of the Truffle fries on in the morning!
I got the pots washed, took the evening medications and applied some gel on the knees.
Then, I just think I might have fallen asleep as I was actually getting into the recliner, cause I can’t remember anything after that?
Life gets very complicated with ageing. I know! Humph!
22:30hrs: I stirred, I involuntarily passed wind. Then sneezed, which seemed to move things along in the innards, and found myself suddenly in need of the Porcelain Throne!
With growing urgency, I fumbled to get my onerously overweight oxen-like, but wobbly torso from the recliner. Caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and limped precariously to the wet room.
But oh, dear! I didn’t make it in time! Red-Faced, I went into an SSE (Shamefaced-Sheepish-Embarrassed) Mode! I don’t want to dwell on this, just think squashed-black-beans, escaped before I could get seated. Once down on the plastic, I noticed a couple of the ‘black beans’ on the floor! Toes curled, winces, were winced, and fingers pinched at the shame of it! The evacuation began, and stalled part-way again! I had to apply painful pressure, helped by a few muttered exclamations like argh, eek, Ooohoho!, args, and Glory-Be! The shame of it! I initially blamed my taking the Compound Macrogol Oral Powder Sachet last evening. But I don’t know.
After things started moving again, the relief was blessed! The system coped well with the flushing. Then I got on with the cleaning and medicating. I was almost so worn-out afterwards, I felt like going back and getting my head-down again! Humph!
I shuffled to the kitchen and put the kettle on. As I got the medications out, I decided falteringly about taking Marogol anymore, but not with any conviction.
I took a morning, zoomed-in picture of the roads and light on view. When I got around to uploading this, I realised what a mess I’m made of it. Not the part of the picture I intended to take at all, blurry, horrible effort too. Huh! What a start to the day! I’m now scared to, incapable and getting dangerous in using the Porcelain Throne. Found out I am a useless Herbert at photography. I have just spotted that I missed taking the evening medications! My confidence is now at a low ebb, I’m enfeebled, reticent and despondent. And I’ve only been up for less than two hours or so. Grumble-Sodit-Blast!
I made the tea, took the medications with me to take later, at the computer, and made a start on updating the Sunday blog. Then, before I’d made a start, the wee-weeing belatedly started! I think I may have worn out the carpet and walking stick rubber end today, taking so many four-step treks to and from the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket)! Haha! Every one of them of the torrential then faltering BTTTFA (Blasting-out-Then-Tricklling-For-Ages) mode!
I pressed on getting the updating done. (In between Wee-weeing and making cups of tea, I have a hellish thirst on me today?) I hope this eases, so I can get out. Finalised the blog and sent it off. Then I went on the WordPress Reader. Facebooking on the TFZers next.
I turned all off, then I tended to the ablutions. And an excellent, limited dropsies session it was, too! As I can recall, only the toothbrush and a few razor dropsies suffered! Swank-Mode-Adopted!
The pins (legs) were looking much betterer, and the fluid retention had gone down a lot, too. Double-Smug-Mode-Adopted!
Oh, by the way, there was no toe-stubbing either!
But, I totally forgot about the Haematology Nurse Christina coming today. When I got home from town later and saw her note put through the door, I felt so disgusted with myself, you wouldn’t believe it! Crabs and Grobblecraps! I seethed with frustration, self-hatred and the most infuriating disgruntlement! So much so, that Duodenal Donald kicked off giving me a lot of deserved discomfort! Spit!
I got all warmly dressed. Checked the flat for anything missed, not done, or done that shouldn’t have been, taps (faucets), lights, oven, heaters etc. and got the three-wheeler walker guide, and off I trundled. I took the black bags to the waste chute on the way out.
Down in the lift, and along the link passage into Winwood Court. (It’s lovely and warm in there). I called in the ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Warden’s Holding Cell, and Interrogation office handed out some nibbles. As I was leaving, Mary (Jean), was coming through on her way to the bus stop. So I asked her if I could take a snap of her. I did, next to the seasonal tree in the lobby, getting a charming smile for my efforts. We walked through the Social room and link passage out of Winchester Court and to the bus stop.
I handed out the nibbles and had a laugh and exchange of insults and put-downs with the folks in the shelter. It was much needed, this bit of socialisationing, cheered me up. It might have bored the others, though. Hehe! Mary, Cyndy, Chrissie, Mabel and the others, seemed to be happier this morning. I got the nibbles issued. As I saw the others (Angela and Roy, Brain and Joan) who had been waiting in the Winchester Court lobby, coming out, I took these photographs. I was walking about and in circles, cause I could feel Arthur Itis stiffening and had the sit on the bus Side-saddle seat to tackle.
The buses arrived, Jean was going to Arnold, but I got on the City-bound L9 and firmly ensconced in the corner side-saddle seat. Got the crossword book out, and was amazed at how many of the unfinished puzzle clues I got en route! So many of the answers I really should have understood earlier, or the first time around. The ride was not relaxing though, this new three-wheeler walker has terrible breaks, (Whoops! Brakes!) and I had to give up the crosswording, to concentrate on stopping the walker from running away or tipping over when the bus went around a corner or up or downhill. And there are a lot of steep hills on the route.
We arrived at the Queen Street terminus. I got off last, and stood for a moment, and noticed the mess all around, and continued to take pictures of the Nottingham Street Art, throughout my visit to the City Centre. Which only lasted for about an hour, before I caught the bus home.
I made a separate post with all the ‘Art’ photographs later.
At at least it wasn’t raining. I hobbled down the street into the slab square, where I took a selection of pictures on my way to the Poundland Shop, on Wheeler Gate.
By gum, it was a lot busier in Nottingham’s Slab Square.
The Galloping Horses even had some visitors today.
The abience seemed far lighter too.
I could not get onto the Slab area, but I managed to take this long-distance, zoomed-in shot of the skaters on the rink.
I went into the Poundland store, it was hectic, as was expected this time of year of course. I came out with a lot of purchases. The helpful lady was on duty, and despite it being so busy, she put the things through for me. Bless her cotton socks. I moved into a quiet corner, and arranged the bag and carrier, to make them easier to carry with the walker-guide. A lot of stuff, too! Shaving foam, Dettol plain and lavender, four packets of Toffifees (Well, it’s a treat for myself for Christmas! Hehe!), a Pork Farms pork pie for Christmas morning breakfast! ( I don’t know why, but as an ankle-snapper, when it was just me and Dad at home, we had tris every Christmas, well, it saved him cooking, Haha!), Wholemeal sliced buns, Ferrero Roche for a treat for a tenant, Cheeselets, ready-made egg sarnie, Cashew and almond nuts, Body spray, Cooked chicken slices, and a tiny little can of ‘King in Million eau de toilette spray for men!’ I don’t know why I got this? Hehe! I do really, I thought it might be handy to keep in the trolley bag, just in case any embarrassing leaks occur which they are guaranteed to.
I got things sorted and poddled out and along South Parade to the Exchange Walk. I took these shots down towards St Peter’s Church. The flowers smelt nice, and the shoplifters… I mean, shoppers looked a bit happier than of late.
I walked down and had a looked in a stationery shop for magnifying glasses. But the prices put me off!
So, out again and up into the Slab Square. Where the Horses ride had at least six people on it, a record methinks?
As I crossed over Long Row on my way to Queen Street, I spotted this Highway Maintenance van parked on the Slab Square? This puzzled me a tad, but then again, I am easily confused and incongruously baffled nowadays. It comes with ageing I suppose, senility and mental confusion.
Throughout the visit to town, there were so many Pavement Cyclists, I didn’t bother picturing, but the sight of three of them on Long Row, side by side, pedestrians scattering, made me snap them quickly, and I passed a comment, something like ‘Gits!’ as they went by me. But I was not heard or ignored. Perhaps just as well, they were big lads. Haha! But, most annoyingly and angering, the photo seems to have dissipated into the ether from the SD card? Grrr!
At the bottom of King/Queen Street, the Ice Mountain ride was doing brisk business. I couldn’t help but stop and watch the kids enjoying themselves.
I p[lodded up to the L9 bus stop. Ray (I think) from the same floor as I live in, in Woodthorpe Court was sat waiting for the bus when I arrived. I greeted him with “Afternoon mate, at least it’s not raining!” For which I received a look of amazement, and ignored, or not heard. He looked tired though, hope he’s alright. He’s also a kipper on bus journeys as I have witnessed before, and on our way back he nodded off a few times. I couldn’t join him in slumber today, the Stirling Moss fan driver, kept me alert and fighting to stay in my side-saddle seat and hang onto the three-wheeler. Haha!
AS the bus pulled up, I checked to see if Roy was awake or not, he was just coming back to life in time for the stop. (We have a lot in common!) I hastened to the flat with Mary, who had got on the bus, said our farewells in the lift. I fumbled with the door lock, and just made it to the WC in time for the start of a pathetical, INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-wee, that took yonks and probably amounted to a few fluid ounces.
Then, I washed and came out, went to get the things from the bag and trolley. And found Christina note! My whole mind was concentrated on my feeblemindedness and stupidity! Everything else seemed to pale, other than my hunger.
I got the sourdough baguette in the oven and made up a plate with beetroot and the ready-made egg sarnie. Cut up some tomatoes and got them on the bread. Got the sourdough out, and added the ready-cooked crispy smoke bacon as an overgenerous but well-tasty filler. Got a mini-bottle of orange juice, and ate the lot! Flavour rated at 7/10.
At least there was not much washing up to do. I was doing this when the doorbells chimed out. It was Josie, returning the cutlery and plate from her meal. On being asked, she said she enjoyed the nosh.
Back to the washing up. I then stripped off and put the jammies on, did the handwashing, only a shirt and pair of socks. Got them done, wrung and hung to dry.
Got some nuts to nibble and another mini-bottle of orange juice, and settled in the second-hand, £300, c1968 recliner. The one that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and stole. But I did get some back. Less what he thought was a reasonable amount for his petrol and bother in visiting me in hospital and running me about from the care home back to the flats. Oh, and old coins that I had kept in order of dates, half-crowns, florins etc. They are now in the Cash Converters Pawn Shop on Parliament Street, so he says that I can repurchase them if I hurry.
Well, I was so tired now. I decided to get down and watch some Black Adder on DVD. I got through episodes one and two alright, but the drooping eyes started, so I turned off the set, pulled the woolly hat over my eyes and settled to nod off.
I was awoken, I do not know what by, but I had a feeling it was a noise. I lay pondering on whether I should get up to investigate, and the rattling noise, short and sharp came. I assume this is why I woke in the first place. So, I had to get out of the recliner and hobble around checking that it was nothing in the flat that had fallen over or collapsed.
I performed a perfectly executed painful electric-shock-like toe-stubbing against the cupboard corner in the kitchen! Argh! But found nothing of any concern over the noise, whatever it was. So, I put the kettle on and took a Codeine 30g. The poor old middle toe again!
While the tea was brewing, I took this pretty snap of the evening view. Drank the tea, and then ruminated over things, mostly about how absolutely negligent and gormless I’d been over forgetting about the gorgeous, most appealing, highly attractive, Nurse Christina coming to the flat to take my blood.
01:40hrs: I semi-woke up, with the mind-blasting away, fretting over yesterday’s Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas, the failure of medics to arrive (Did I get the dates wrong, will they come at all? What to do about it?) Generally, I was in a sad, pitiably pathetic feeling-sorry for myself phase! Which turned into a grumbling, moaning, acceptance of my inabilities to cope with failures, cock-ups, and disappointments. As the fermenting bubbled away in the brain, without the slightest nor inkling of my finding any solutions, the need for a wee-wee arrived to distract me. (And a good job, too!) Off to the wet room.
Having taken an SHLS (Short-Hosepipe-Like-Sensationless) mode of wee-wee, which was unexpected, and with no bleeding from the fungal-lesion, I washed the hands and went to the kitchen.
The knees and Arthur Itis were in a generous mood for me. I got the kettle on and imbibed the medications with water. Made the brew of Glengettie tea, and a spirit of fun emerged from somewhere, momentarily, and I put some of the pills on a plate with a knife and fork, to be photographed with the mug! Thinking it would be humorous. The photo, I could see on the viewer, was shaky-blurred again. I checked the hands carefully, and the mini-shake-shivering was still there, as it was when it started, last night. I hope it doesn’t affect the typing as severely today. If it does, then the Inchcock Today will have to be abandoned.
Then I started to sink back into a depression and worrying about things in general. I sat drinking the tea without turning the computer on, and slowly, very slowly, I fought back the fretting, convincing myself that there is no point in worrying about what you can’t change or improve? That only made me feel worse! I always try to make people feel happy and worry when they are not. I can’t change or even control the Peripheral Neuropathy or the Idiopathic side-effects of it. The venous thromboembolism, the metal ticker valve, the Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing, RAI Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, the Fungal Lesion bleeding. Not even can I get the Warfarin level right, walk safely unaided, hear properly… on and on I went, rambling to myself about my medical-negatives! The self-indulgent wallowing in self-pity; then, I turned to the Why-Me-Mode. And thoughts became a little less foggy.
As I pondered, why not me? I am not really a worthy person to receive any luck. I’ve done very little in life. Made a mess of it mostly. But I am blessed with an ability to cope with pain, not with worry and fretting, but physical pain. And not having a social life or partner is a good thing (Not really). If any average person were to get all these issues and discomforts, it would affect them more, and their families. I came to realise that it is not the physical problems that are the worst, but the mental ones, and I can’t get help or do anything about them either. I’d overly diagnosed and confused myself!
I hope never to get into a deep-thought session with myself again! It’s a scary, fraught with confusion, turbulence, contradictions, torrents of twisted maniacal unfathomable thoughts in my brain, that are best left alone methinks! So, no answers, solutions found, no plans made, no progress, no hope… and yet I felt a little perkier in myself now. (It doesn’t make any sense, does it, just like life?) Tsk!
There were many clangs, bangs and knocks coming from somewhere close. Not that they bothered me. But such a rarity. The 24/7 humming droning noise all over the place was still with us, that does annoy me. Anyroad-up, I set to on the computer, updating the Wednesday dairy. The finger-ends were not as bad as I thought they might be, although still a little bothersome, calling for much time correcting mistakes. But with not going out Wednesday, there were far fewer photographs to sort out. So I got the whole thing done for about 03.40hrs.
Then went on TFZing on Facebook. Then on the WordPress Reader, and went for another wee, only the second of the day. Anther surprise one. A CMOUSTSTBOWAV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-A-Venom) version, Phew!
Made what was, the fourth mug of beverage, and got on with starting this post off. After another four or so hours, I had to start making up the templates, another long job.
Got them finished, at last, a real brain-tester that was. Especially with all the myasthenia gravis affected finger-tips hassle.
The ablutions went well, even though I hurried them a bit. The only worry was Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding, or rather, stopping it bleeding. Applied the Corticosteroid and Germaloid cream afterwards (the first stings like hell, then the second, very cooling and calming).
I prepared things in a hurry, got my shopping list of three items to get from the Poundland Store, Lavender Dettol, Bread and Batteries (For the wet room radio). Got the black bags on top of the trolley, camera in the jacket pocket, bus pass checked, out to the waste chute and to the lifts.
Bit of a farce with the elevators. Lift one was on the 15th floor, lift two on the ground level. Pressed the call button, lift one went down straight by me to the ground floor, lift two, up to the 15th floor, then down missing me to the 11th floor, and down to the ground level. Lift one then went up to the 15th floor again, lift two seemed stuck on the ground floor, lift one came down, and the doors opened. On the fourth floor, a lady got in, and we chatted. It seems she had had a kerfuffle trying to catch a lift as well! At least we had a little smile about it!
Along the link passage to the Winwood Court and into Oberstgruppenfhreress Warden Julie’s and Hauptsturmfhreress Deana’s holding and interrogation office, dropped off some Christmas treats, then out to the bus stop, by gum, it was cold out there! Had a natter at the shelter. Onto the bus, got side-saddle-seated, crossword book out, and all the way to town, I got one answer. Hahaha!
Off the L9 and walked down Queen Street into the Nottingham’s Slab Square. It was a right mishmash again. Temporary overpriced stalls, eateries, rides scattered messily around everywhere. With the ice-rink in the centre somewhere. I could not get in to photograph it on Tuesday, but I found a way in without steps today! I got nestles in a corner of the rink-side for support, and had to take the photos through the side glass, as I could not use the camera with arms outstretched and keep it steady enough. Here are the best shots I could manage. Being the lucky person I am, as I positioned myself for photographicalisationing, a hooter went, and nearly all the skaters disappeared!
I took some photos in the square, then got out back to Long Row and took some pictures.
I hobbled from the Slb Square, and got to the Poundland Shop, on Wheeler Gate. Where I commenced on an overspending spree… again! But, I did get the batteries, too many maybe? Some Duracell AA for the radio (2x£1.50). And a big pack of 30 Kodak AA batteries for £2!
They did not have any Lavender Dettol, so I got two small bottles of the normal scented. Another drain unblocker (Essential if one lives in my beloved if it can go wrong – it will, Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination!) A pack of Warburton’s ready-sliced Wholemeal cobs, some nuts, Cheeslets, Twiglets and yoghourt nuts. Turkey breast slices, and a bottle of Balsamic vinegar. Joined the long queue, got to the self-serve tills, and a young lady put my things through in a flash. I think she thought it would be a lot quicker doing it herself than me fumbling about dropping stuff etc. and free a til up sooner. She was right too! I thanked the gal, but she was too busy to hear me, I think.
I got outside and readjusted the weight distribution of the bought products, between the carrier and the trolley bag.
Back into the Slab Square. I had a walk around taking photo’s, South Parade, Exchange Walk, Exchange Arcade, and out into Long Row.
Long Row stall, where I bought a pair of tatty gloves, but they were warm!
I bought a pair of gloves from a stall on Long Row. They were not wrapped like the others, the supposedly stitched on crap labels were half hanging off… but they fitted, and were lovely and warm.
The Exchange walk picture reminded me of the Wailing Wall. With the row of Cash Machines giving out cash and statements that made people wail? Hehehe!
I got to the L9 bus stop just in time and was soon off on my home. Out came the crossword book, and to my amazement, as I flipped through trying to get some answers to the many crosswords still undone, I worked out five… I say Five answers! Smug-Mode-Adopted!
Dangerous parking, same place as today, photograph from last week
The bus pulled up, away from the kerb behind the one in front at the flats, but the driver had no choice, as cars were parked around the bus turning island again. Frank kindly came over as I got off last and helped me get the trolley down. I thanked him, and walked through the Winchester Court foyer, though the link-passage into the big Social room.
A good few folks in there from the Social Hour earlier, and for a coffee meeting I think. I said Hello to Obergruppenfureress Deana as I passed her and got no reply, she did look busy, bless her.
Through the comfortable warm Winwood to Woodthorpe link corridor, and into the cold Woodthorpe Court lift lobby.
A little chat with a chap going up to the 11th floor, and removed the untouched sign I’d left in case the rice-cooker lead had been delivered, but it hadn’t, got in, no wee-wee needed? And got the kettle on and took the medications. Put the purchases away, and got the dagwood sarnies made using the wholemeal cobs I’d bought.
Made a salad of sorts. Seaweed, apple, cooked beetroot and the chicken slices and tomato sarnies. Enjoyable nosh that was. A flavour rating of 8.5/10!
The expected weariness and fatigue arrived, and I thought about doing the handwashing, but fell asleep instead. Haha! When I woke up an hour or so later, I knew I was going to regret having to do the handwashing when the morning arrived. I put on an old, rare DVD, a BBC one, The Day of the Triffids, from the TV. I did nod-off a few times of course, but I got to the end, 156 minutes long!
As I turned off the DVD. Pondered on whether or not I needed a wee-wee, and nodded-off, until 01:40hrs. When I needed the wee-wee and Porcelain Throne, urgently!
03:55hrs: Woke up, and almost like a robot, out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rusty, not-working-again-today thanks to Brother-in-Law Pete damaging it, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), recliner. Had a wee-wee, but could not find the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), I don’t know why, but I could not find it at all! Nae bothers to me, I seemed to be in a very laid back state? I poddled to the wet-room, and needn’t have worried more about what came out, or instead didn’t. It was of a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode.
To the kitchen and moved the hand-washed last night, long-sleeved shirt onto the airer. Then I took my medications. Made a brew. And got the computer booted up. All these actions were done in a very matter-of-fact way, and no thought-storms or worries bothered me! Somehow this made me worry.
I did the updating of the Wednesday post. So quickly, I kept thinking I must have missed something, surely. Maybe I did, but haven’t worked out what it is yet? Odds are this is what happened. Haha!
When I made a mug of tea. It had got light, and I drew back the curtains.
I moved the stepladders back inside from the balcony. Because opening the curtains, more of the hooks fell off the top rail. Oy Vey! It took me ages and many brave actions up on the step-ladder to get the hooks put back on the rail. But still no hassle or bother to me. (Have I been taking something I ought not to have taken?) My unflustered, unworried, unnatural mood continues!
Then to my amazement and flabergastation, I noticed that the newly made-up three-wheel-guide that I’d left out there yesterday with the stepladders, had moved to the right end of the balcony! Tight up against the right side? Is this possible? I thought? Then the worrying, fretting, nervousness, and the uncomfortable neurasthenia kicked-off. (It had to come!) I pondered on what could have caused this. Ghosts, Aliens, or giant Boll-Weevils? Hehe! Then, I remembered the falling bit of concrete or cement that I spotted on the balcony yesterday!
The joke I put in yesterdays dairy about the crumbling balcony, isn’t so funny now. Hahaha!
The whining and droning noises were still all around. But, someone starting the drilling and banging (Fire Sprinkler fitting?) in the flat nearby, took off the hassle of the ever-present humming noise.
I got the ablutions sorted next. With stunning results… are you ready? Here goes; Only two dropsies! The battle with the sock glide was won, without pain or injury! And, the sink water was flowing away much easier! The pins I thought were looking a bit betterer today, too! Smug Mode Engaged! Jim-dandy!
The delightfully appealing Phlebotomy Nurse arrived and soon had me sorted out, and the blood was taken. (And cheered up a little, her attendance always cheers me up, even when she tells me off. Hehe!) I was too late to catch the 09:30 bus to town. So, I titivated around a bit. Then got some computer checking on the updates done and corrected, computer off, and readied the things for the outing to the City Centre. I think a World Market is on in Nottingham’s Slab Square; I might get around it and take some photographicalisations.
I set off, dropping the black bags down the waste chute, the knees giving me agony, (Two 19-hour plus days and not getting out, has annoyed the knees. Hahaha!), down in the lift, and along the link-passage into Winwood Court, and to the Obersturmfhuress’s and Catwalk Models Wardens Julie and Deana’s interrogation and holding cells office, where Julie was with a gang of builders. I just walked into the middle of the huddle and disturbed them, handing out the nibble bag. Then, out to the bus stop on Chestnut Way.
A super chinwagging session, with a lot of laughter, sarcasm and mild insults flowing to and fro. Great fun! The L9 to town arrived first, and I mounted with some other tenants and got the crossword book out en route.
I got off at the terminus on Queen Street, and poddled down to the Slab Square and Council House. There was a ‘Spend Your Money’ market on. Foreign foods, knick-knackery stalls, etcetera available for me to wander through taking photographs, later on, after the urgent job of overspending on things unneeded at the Poundland shop, which I visited first thing.
I noticed a Your Bus pulling out, bound for a roundabout route to Derby. I felt a little sad, that I have not been to Derby on that bus, since having the stroke, and determined to try and get out again sometime.
In the Poundland Store, I did the usual buying too much. I arrived at the self-serve tills with a right load. Pork Farms pork pie (2), More drain unblocker, bleach, Gold bars, Poptastic crisps for the nibble bag, Dettol disinfectant, Almonds and Cashew nuts as a self-treat, and a BLT ready-made sandwich. Enough to have to use the heavy-duty carrier and fill the trolley bag.
I paid up, and as I was leaving the store, Dizzy Dennis attacked, and I had to stop for ten-minutes to regain my equilibrium. I was left feeling so weary and tired afterwards, it bothered me. So, against the wishes of my RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knees, I foolishly had a sit down on one of the benches outside for a short time. Oh, getting up again was a heck of bother and discomfort, Tsk!
But up I did get, and painfully moved over to South Parade and into the Slab Square for a photograph session.
Walking was not easy, RIA and a few more mini-dizzies saw to that for me. Humph, and thanks for that!
I made my way into the Market Place, and nervously got hobbling along the lines of stalls to see what was on offer. Various take-way food stalls, finnimbrun, Wine stalls, foreign beers stalls, and the regular alcohol stand for Nottingham’s bibacious addicts:
This Police Car and another one, were patrolling through the crowds all the time I was there?
I wish I knew why. Terrorists? Escaped prisoners? Meal selecting officers? It must be important to let two vehicles and four officers out knocking over shoppers, surely? Hehe!
I later had a look to see if I could find any reason on the web.
I couldn’t but did find this snippet: Old Market ‘Scare’ (instead of Square) will be returning to Nottingham as Slab Square’s next big event – and there’s going to be a terrifying new attraction. Halloween?
I had a walk around the outside of the Council House and took this snap from High Street up towards Upper Parliament Street, though Clumber Street. Showing the gay, abandoned, merry, happy smiles of my fellow Nottinghamian’s as they go from shop to shop on their shoplifting and benefit claiming outings. Hehe! Sorry, I couldn’t resist it!
I limped down Long Row, up Queen Street, and to the L9 bus stop. I started to fade, flaked-out, succumbed to the sudden fatigue, while waiting for the bus. No more dizzies, though, just weltschmerz, all-in, and unbelievably exhausted! Concentration dissipated, interest flagged, and nothing mattered more than my desire for sleep. So much so, that on the bus home, I fell asleep several times, and was lucky enough to wake up at Winwood Heights bus stop, as it went around the island and I nearly fell off of the precarious side-saddle seat! Else I may well have missed it, and ended up in Bestwood! Still, I could have swiped my pass again and stayed on for the return journey. But, would I have fallen asleep again and ended up back in town. Hehehe! Oh dear! Tsk!
I can’t really recall getting from the bus to the flat.
I took the medications. Handwashing was ignored. Got the meal ready, an all-cold affair, I dare not have risked any cooking, and falling asleep again!
I think I enjoyed the meal, though. Found a scribbled FR 8/10 on the notepad later. I assume it was for Flavour-Rating 8/10.
Then, the phone rang out. It was Tamsin from the Falls Team. She had arranged for a chap to call on me, regarding the wheeler guide and they may have one to swap the current one with, that might be of a more stable- design for me. Initially, the date given me for the gentleman to visit me, was next Thursday, but not until 15:00hrs. I explained about this being a little late in the day for me, and she kindly looked up the next free date and booked it in when I agreed and thanked her graciously. This would be for Friday 11th October, at 09:30hrs. I wrote it down on the pad, to remind me to add it to the calendar in the morning. How kind of Tasmin!
I managed to get the washing up done.
Then just as got down in the grotty recliner. The landline rang and flashed again! I struggled up and got to the phone in time before it stopped. It was the Doctor’s surgery, with the INR results and new dosages for me. Mon 2, every other day 1½. (So, the dubious-looking to me pill-splitter should get some use this week, Hehe!) The next date for an INR Warfarin blood test will be for 3rd October, and she will inform the Phlebotomy HQ for me. I thanked her, and considered suicide… but decided instead to try and get some sleep…Please! Hahaha! I added the date and time to the list on the notepad.
I got down again, in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was stealing my valuables when I was in hospital, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, but not tonight recliner, I nodded off within a few minutes. But soon woke with a jump. Wondering what day it was, where I was, who I was, and why! Unfortunately, this repeated itself, many times, and getting to sleep proper, took me hours. So much for catching up on my sleep, then. Grumble-Sodit-Blast!
A most irritating feeling of ‘Feduppedness’ festered!
On this day in the year 29, John the Baptist was beheaded Lee Marvin, too departed, in 1987. Similar chaps, in outlook?
03:30hrs: I woke, and almost immediately freed my horrendously sort-flabby body from the Brother-in-Law damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, grottily beige-coloured recliner. To the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), for an unusual and an extremely inconceivable rare type of wee-wee. It was of the CMOUSTSTBO (catching-me-out-unwilling-slow-to-start-then-blasting-out) mode. It caused a bit of unexpected splashing-back, that need cleaning up!
And by-gum, it was cold this morning! I got the slippers on and the dressing gown, and took myself off to the wet room to clean the bucket and myself and wash the areas of my body affected by the slash-back! Did the handwashing, took the medications, and back to the Porcelain Throne. Things are getting ‘Solid’ again!
Back again to the kitchen, to take some photographs, both from the same place. I must check what the ‘P’ mode is for.
Took a shot of the pins, to show the new, papsules, bruise or whatever it is, above the right knee. It looks almost bespeckled to me. Hehe!
In fact, I tried to wipe it off at first, when I saw it. Another one-day unexplained, mystery wonder, I suppose, but I’ll find out later. When I do the ablutions.
Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were playing me up a tad. Not had any bother from Hilda for such a long time, as well.
Made a brew, and got on with updating the Wednesday blog. After an hour or so, back to the Throne. Now, things are getting even harderer and more painful to pass, again. Tsk!
To the kettle, and made another brew.
The sky looked very picturesque, with the mist cleared and the clouds on the horizon, looking grey and two-toned.
As I got back to finishing the post, the fingertips were not too bad at all, electric-shock and jumping wise. I might be sorry I said this! Cause things can change in the blink of an eye! I might be sorry I said this!
I got the thing done and posted off, in a decent time today. Checking on the blog, and somehow, I lost tons of paragraphs? I had to try and remember what I’d written, and got in a right mix-up over it. Made worse when Dizzy Dennis visited me. I just hope it comes out alright. With no chunks missing and still makes sense. Got it redone, but I’m wasn’t too confident I’d got it right. Posted it off.
Ablutions sorted out next. All went well, apart from the usual sock-glide contest come battle; Glide 2 – Inchy 0. Haha! Took the bags to the waste chute.
Dressed and out to catch the bus to town. Walked through the passageway to the Winwood Court foyer. The door out to the benches are not working yet. The weather will be too bad to sit-out in soon.
A big gang of Winwoodonians at the bus stop. I enjoyed listening to the carping, laughing and comments. Caught the L9 to the City, and had a natter with Mary en route.
The street sleeper, outside the Poundland Shop, had some new trainers and pushchair. His life with him, in the new bags surrounding him?
I went in the shop with Mary and had a podder around and natter on the way. Mary caught the Arnold bus, and I wandered to the Poundstretcher shop on a hunt for bargains. I came out with a bag of marshmallows at 79p and a packet of five Twisters for 95p. But an unfortunate selection of foods on sale.
Then made my way up through Trinity Square. Where, sadly, there were many newly abandoned retail shops scattered about. The row of cafes, restaurants, chip shops, Indian, Jamaican and so many more eat-ins and outs, had only three people that I could see, in the hundreds of al fresco chairs. A sign of the times. There was something on the TV about this failing, last night.
I hobbled to the Slab Square, to cut over to the Wheeler Gate Poundland shop, in search of Pork Farm pork pie and other bargains.
The Slab Square, and a right-tatty, unkempt mess it looked. But it had a good few Nottinghamian’s lounging about, was passed by, and I had a walk down to St Peter’s Gate Church. There were few people about this morning. Even Exchange Walk was sparsely being used, a low footfall, I think they now call it!
On my little hobble, there were so many closed shops, The lost dreams, of people! It depressed me a little, seeing so many of them. The closed Fat Cat: Prime Bar/Restaurant To Let Fully fitted bar/restaurant Currently trading – licensed until 3 am Total Accommodation 7,368 sq ft External seating area. New 15 year lease Rent £137,500 per annum!
Back up Wheeler Gate and into the Poundland store. I had a long hobble about inside, and came out with; Twiglets, drain unblocker x2, biscuits for the nibble bag, can of stag chilli and chips, BLT sandwich, a Pork Farms pork pie, honey roast almonds, birdseed, and chocolate pretzels (for Jane).
I Paid the bill at the self-serve checkouts, and went to the Slab Square. The overfull trolley-basket guide, with the full carrier bag hanging on the handle, was a little hard to control.
A few more Nottinghamian’s were out and about now. Not that they appeared to be enjoying themselves, in the depressing mishmash of the temporary restaurant, rides, stalls, beggars and pickpockets. Haha!
It was rather sad in a way, the last City Centre photograph was taken, on Long Row as I made my way to the bus stop to go home, and rest my Arthur Itis ridden knees. But having alittle walk does them good, really.
There was just the one little girl on this ride. I thought I’d caught her tonic-providing smiling face in the snap, but no, I missed her. Tsk!
I was the sole person to get on the L9 bus at this terminus. But it soon filled up, and a few of the Winwoodonians got on en route. I was trying to do the crossword book. Margaret helped me out with her internet gadget, and got me going on the puzzle again! Thank’s Margie!
Back at the flats, I got off the bus last, so as not to get in the way of the others, with the filled-up three-wheeler walker, and bag.
I walked to the Winwood Court entrance and walked through into the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. I tried the door out to the seating area, in the passage, but it was not mended yet.
Mary caught me up, and we had a natter to the lift and up to the first floor, where we tended out farewells and parted.
I got in the flat, weary again, but earlier than usual today.
My first need, though, was food, I was hungry. I felt I needed to degust the meal today, really enjoy it. Not precisely an allotriophagy or cittosis craving, but I felt a desire for tomatoes with balsamic vinegar! So, I had an unexpected CMOUSTSTBO (catching-me-out-unwilling-slow-to-start-then-blasting-out) wee-wee, washed and got the nosh sorted.
The Poundland BLT ready mad sarnie, with some home-made roast turkey sandwiches made with Milk Roll bread. Extra salted tomatoes, cooked beetroot slices and mini cheese flavoured rice cakes. I ate it all up. This might help free-up the current, reluctant Porcelain Throne evacuations? I hope!
Took the evening medications, with a sachet of Macrogol. Within ten minutes, I was limping off to the Throne. But there was no movement at all. I could sense things hardening up inside. Oh, heck! I got the handwashing done.
A UWT (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling) wee-wee variety was taken. Then I got settled in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while flat-sitting, searching for valuables, and fitting the clandestine CCTV cameras, £300, second-hand, c1968, recliner. Sleep was not being allowed, yet again! I watched a film on DVD, ‘Fracture’.
I got a call to the Porcelain Throne again. I really thought it would be a goer this time… But no! Solid as a rock, reluctant to move, and frustrating me, well, weeing me off! Haha! Ten-minutes more on the crossword puzzle book… and I gave-up again. Humph! Back to the Brother-in-Law damaged, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating, rotting-away, unkempt, sickly-beige-coloured recliner.
I had to arise again for another wee-wee, of the LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling) variety. At least the different releases are keeping me interested and nervous. Hehehe!
Rewashed the hands, and went to take another sachet of the osmotic laxative. Made a brew at the same time.
The view from the unwanted new, dirty because one cannot get to clean them, thick-framed, light and view-blocking, windows, was so amazing tonight. All blues of different shades, with lighter bits where the cloud breaks.
Back to the £300, Brother-in-Law damaged, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, recliner.
It was a long-time coming again, but eventually, I nodded off. Humph!