Inchcock went off again, to visit his Mallards (Anas platyrhynchos Anatidae Anseriformes Aves). Today he went to Bulwell’s river Leen Mallard population. A slightly more aggressive band of ducks. But then again, they have to put up with thousands of pigeons stealing their food, and being attacked and mugged by the seagulls. He does love them. Bless em!
0515hrs: Woke with a start at the bright light that filtered through the grotty plastic sealing, bird-poo, trapping dead insects in the flat, plaster, mud, bits of sealant and air-limiting windows.
Got the glasses on and checked the clock. A late time for my expergefaction. This probably due to me not being able to get to sleep for my ullagone at France winning the World Cup. I just knew they would from the start, all the luck they had with the crooked obviously bribed or incapable Argentinian so-called referee’s help. Croatia for me was the better team, but with the non-penalty being given against them, and… I’d better stop, it’s doing my health no good thinking of the crooked, bent FIFA. I shouldn’t ultracrepidate, I know.
I spotted that Belinda’s Blotches around my midriff front and back, had returned; reddened, itching, new spots and stinging the moment I moved my bulbous body.
Also, as well and besides that, the ankles had acquired some new and fresh blotches. Along with several scratch-marks and growths.
How I made the scratch marks, I don’t know. Surely I would have remembered making them?
This situation is concerning.
Indeed, I would have been left with pains from getting down from Arthur Itis, and I had no such twinges?
Still, never mind. I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner with ease, and off for a wee-wee.
Got the Health Checks done.
Then I was summoned to the wet room and the loose-lidded mini-sized, beetle ridden Porcelain Throne.
The session was a bit easier this time, so no extra medications of encouragement were needed. Hehe!
Collected a few dead beetle bodies under the sink, around the WC bowl and the shower area. The live ones were too quick for me; the bending down started Arthur Itis off. Humph! Had a rinse and made up some black rubbish bags to take to the chute when I go out later on in search of a 16″ fan.
Back to the front room, the temperature still 31°c – 88°f.
Seeing the old photograph of oneself, got me thinking back. I’ve hardly changed have I? Hahaha!
Got the computer going. Started this post up to here, and it was time to get the ablutions tended to if I am going to go to Derby’s Eagle Market to get myself a fan to keep coolish and fresh within the flat. Ah, bless the Nottingham City Council Free Bus Pass! Oh, I might be better going to Mansfield instead? Making decisions with my ambivalence is not easy, you know. Haha! I’d better go to Derby, after all, there are two stalls on the Eagle Market where I have seen bigger models of fans on sale, for me to investigate.
Got the stand-up ablutions done, got dressed, added three ice-cream cones to the bag for the gals at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, NCH management telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to being stolen from, and Social Hut. I took the bags to the cute on the way.
Down, out and along to the shed. Luckily, Wardens Deana and Julie were in so I could treat them, and Cathy arrived a minute or so later, so she got the last one.
Bless them all!
Three or four residents in there to have a chinwag with, I liked that.
I left the hut and noticed how the cloud formations were low and particularly impressive this morning, so I took this photo of Winchester Court in the moody-weather.
Down to the bus stop, and caught the City-bound L9 bus, gossiped with Pete en route.
Got into town and made my way down Queen Street, over the Slab Square and along to Friar Lane and waited for a Y7 bus to Derby.
I got on the Maroon and was the only passenger. I could see Little Johns dome on the Council House, the flag still up to celebrate how well England did in the World Cup, and the many Nottinghamian students and shoplifters milling about.
I had planned to take some pictures of the villages as we drove through them, but I soon fell asleep. Waking half an hour or so later with the Mercedes bus cram packed and a large lady sat next to me, also preventing me from falling off the seat. Hehe!
I got off the vehicle before the terminus and crossed over the road to have a little wander before making my way to the Eagle Centre, in search of a 16″ rotating fan. Not that I am educated in this department, it’s because Sandie of the TFZ site has explained the best ones to get. Fanking you Sandie! X
An ambulance I passed had something that we Nottinghamians have come to accept as a rarity and worth mentioning, next to it; Yes, a policeman!
I turned right and took a photo of the dilapidated shops. Unfortunately, this one did a disappearing trick into the ether. Humph!
I approached an entrance to the Eagle Centre from the South this time, and blow-me-down, another Ambulance.
Up the low hill and inside and made my way to the J Sainsbury store. Where I invested in a packet of Oven-Bottom-Muffins, Cheese Curls, Fresh pod peas, lemon and lime still water, mini potatoes and some Ruby Jewel tomatoes.
I got to the checkout and found I had not got my card with me! Luckily, I had enough money to pay the lady in cash, (But to the annoyance of the family waiting behind me in the queue. Oh Dear!).
As I made my way to the Market Place, I would not have any means of paying for a fan even if I found one suitable. Dejection overcame me. I got to where the two stalls were next to each other to see they had both shut-down, anyway.
As I meandered along to the pet stall and bought some mealworms to feed the ducks on the river Derwent with, I noticed a fan for sale in a shoe repair stall. Yes, it caught me off-guard and confused too! Hehe! He wanted £22 for it, second-hand, but I could not get it, of course, no money or card. Then the panic set-in, if the card is not where it should be in a pocket, where was it?
I ambled over to the river Derwent, via the Derby Council Offices gardens.
There were students and youths smoking cannabis, one was toying with a knife while laying on the gone yellow lawn. A few were locked in passionate embraces, and three intoxicated pupils near the bridge were having a scrap.
Just like Nottingham, I thought.
The barrier close to the bridge had been occupied by Canada Geese, white geese and a few brave mallards that were continually being bitten into moving on. Hehe!
I picked a spot where some kids and their parent were watching the wildlife and got out the large packet of mealworms. I waited until some schoolkids got nearer, and then started throwing the fodder to the geese, and the pigeons who got there first as well.
I do love feeding the birds here in on the river Derwent. The Derby Council do not have a ban on doing so, and no signs warning of £120 on-the-spot fines like Nottingham do. I think not having had the chance to go for a long time, made it an even more of a fun visit for me.
I made my way carefully through the arguing between themselves students, into the bus station.
Luckily, a Y7 bus was in and just started loading up his passengers.
We were off in a few minutes. It must have been one of the older vehicles.
Although clean and tidy inside and out, the suspension left a lot to be desired and caused me some grief from the Blotches. Tsk!
Within minutes, we were out in the countryside, and I got the camera out to record some views through the window as we went through the villages.
I would have taken more, but despite being thrown about by the stiff and bone-shaking bus suspension, I nodded-off again. Woke, and had to concentrate on not going off to kip still and miss the bus stop in Nottingham. Poor Old Putz!
I had plenty of time to get to the bus stop for an L9 bus.
So I had an amble around the City Centre outskirts.
I went up an alley and took a photograph of some young female students rolling suspiciously fat and long twisted en cigarettes. Hehe!
But again, the picture mysteriously disappeared from the SDH card, as did a few more.
What am I doing wrong, I thought later?
I walked down Market Street into the Slab Square and along and up Queen Street.
The sky was again looking so different from usual, pretty yet daunting at the same time, If you know what I mean?
At the bus stop, I realised I still had a long wait for the L9 bus to arrive. So, I walked down to catch a number 40 bus instead.
A piece of Nottingham Street Art on the seating metal photographed.
I pondered, is it BBQ sauce, or Chilli or Peri-peri. Surely not an escaped bodily… well, never mind.
In the seat in front of me, sat the lady (Ethel I think, but I could be wrong) from the fourth floor of Woodthorpe Court. The bus was soon jam-packed with people having to stand.
I took this picture from the bus window of Clinton Street West. I liked the black dress. Hahaha!
By the time we approached the stop we needed, the crush had lessened a little, so it was easier for us both to get up and to the door.
We alighted and the traffic on the hill with the blind bends, Ethel just wandered into the middle of the road, and a car stopped to let her go over. I took a little longer. Me being on the nervous side, like. Haha! Ethel walked really slow so I could catch her up. That was kind of her. We had a jolly good chinwag en route. I enjoyed that too!
We parted when she got out of the lift, bade our farewells and I got to the flat ASAP. Stripped off, put on a new pair of the PPs, and got some cream on the Belinda Blotches affected areas. I don’t think they are any worse than earlier on, now. Put the bits I’d bought away. Deciding on two Pork Knuckle oven-bottom-muffins with tomatoes for nosh later on.
Got the computer on and started to sort out the photos from the camera, wonder why some pictures had done a disappearing act, titivated a few for posting and had a wee-wee.
Updated the blog up to hear, here Tsk! (1700hrs now!)
Late as it was, and tired as I felt, I went on TFZer Facebook to catch up and post the photos. Got it done, and decided after all to just have two oven-bottom-muffins with sliced tomatoes for the nosh. I said that before didn’t I? What a Shnook!
Late as it as, and me feeling so weary and drained; hence the no cooking meal, I dug-in and savoured all of the fodder on the plate.
Washed the plate and fork up, and turned on the TV, assured that I woud soon be in the land of Nod.
Nodding off was no problem, I seemed to do it every five minutes – the problem was I kept on waking up! Tsk! This process went on for hours. So long long I feared that I would be late getting up for the delivery in the morning.
I recall watching some of a Police interceptors programme that started at 2200hrs.
What a horrible nights so called sleep. I actually think I got in four hours of sleep. But over a period of 12 hours! Dreams were rampant, short and frequent leaving me with memories of only the last one, and that one was of long-gone physical pleasure. And I assumed this was what had started ‘things’ bleeding, which I noticed as soon as I woke properly around 0625hrs. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room, where Inchy was cleaned up and medicated after a disturbingly loose Porcelain Throne Session.
I got back and tried to get back to sleep again, feeling strangely tired still. There was no chance of that as the brain started to fret, worry and analyse things, logicality and understanding absquatulated from my mind.
Within ten minutes of settling, another demand for a Porcelain Throne session forced me out of the recliner and back to the wet room. The complete opposite this time, rock hard? Wee-wee demands were frequent and numerous throughout the morning.
Gave up trying to catch up on any sleep again, and went into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
Took the top and this picture of the parked cars. The top one was the first time I’ve ever managed to take a vista shot on my camera, I tried several times, only this one worked.
Got the computer on and checked the calendar. Finished off the Sunday diary and started this one off. The wee-weeing continued for ages?
Checked the Emails and did some WordPress reading. Wee-wee.
Went to make a brew and:
Dang me, more tar spots on the window! Nice looking morning, though.
Had a bash at cleaning them off. Trapped my fingers in the flipping gap against the frame again. Failed to get any spots off, but I think I scared them a bit cause they are a lot lighter in colour now?
0900hrs: Tended to the medicationalisationing of Little Inchy, Haemorrhoid Harold and the blood blister marks on the knuckles.
Readied things just in time to catch the bus.
Hope to go into Arnold, visit the Arnot Hill Park and feed the ducks, then walk into Arnold proper and call at a few shops in the hope of obtaining some cheap nail polish remover and a Razor scraper. So I can tackle the kitchen window tar spots again later.
A new work van on site as I poddled along Chestnut Walk.
I crossed the road onto where the car parking is now, and further down I found a bit of Nottingham Street Art at the side of a van.
It happened to be a Nottingham City Homes trailer, not that I assumed the empty consumed alcoholic bottles were left there by any of their dedicated workforces, of course.
At the bus stop, the bench was filled up with tenants, female tenants. And good chin wag and laugh ensued while we waited for the bus. ‘All Aboard’, and in Sherwood, everyone, bar me got off. I was abandoned!
The bus took a little longer to get to Daybrook, due to the long ‘Diversion’ for road works.
Dropped off and hobbled towards the park and pond.
At the mini-island where I took the right road to Arnot Hill, the security fencing had been taken out and mangled by some vehicle or other and been thrown over the wooden fencing to the McDonald 24-hour Eat-in or Take-away place.
As I went into the park further down, Anne Gyna gave me a few nasty pangs and a funny turn. I decided just to take some photographs, and then return to the apartment. Didn’t feel up to walking into Arnold and shopping, poor old thing!
Took these in order as presented in the park.
I left through the top gate and gingerly hobbled to the bus stop, just as the sky began to threatened rain or a storm.
But neither arrived.
Got on the bus and sat next to a tenant on the 15th floor of my block. The lady in the white coat in the photo below, bless her. We had a good natter away during the journey. In Sherwood, we picked up some more residents and were soon back at the flats.
Again, I was the slowest of us all in hobbling back along Chestnut Walk to the apartments from the bus stop.
The lady hung back and walked with me to and up the lift. Very kind of her! Said our Cheery byes and back to the flat, I call home.
Took the afternoon medications with extra painkillers, did the health checks, had a wee-wee, cleaned and medicated Little Inchy and made a brew. Then on the computer, checked the Emails and then on CorelDraw to work on some graphicalisationing preparations.
Eventually got the TFZer graphic finished. I used one of the photographs taken at the Park as a background. Hope they like it.
Got the fodder prepared and digested while watching some Boon DVD episodes.
Had extra cheese on top of the vegetarian Cottage pie, potatoes garden peas and an apple added. Followed by a plain yoghourt with some gorgeous Maple Syrup stirred into it.
To the Porcelain Throne and washed the dining pots.
Then, boy did it rain!
Now Little Inchy was bleeding once again, but no as bad as recently.
Got the last of the day Health checks sorted and took the medications.
Fell sleep, woke up and watched some Law & Order on the gogglebox, fell asleep, woke up and watched some LAw & Order on the gogglebox, fell asleep…
0530hrs: Woke, felt sorry for myself for getting no response to me begging for help with the Chrome problem. Out of the £300 second-hand wobbly recliner and to the Porcelain Throne. I reread some bits of the ‘Emotions’ book while there.
No bleeding anywhere, an easier session and decided to do the ablutions while I was in there.
Only two cuts this morning (The new Bic razors you know?), shaving, had a visit from Dizzy Dennis.
Out and got the nibble bag ready for the nurses at the Blood Clinic and put the Anticoagulation Record Card in the jacket pocket so as not to forget it later.
A bit nippy this morning.
Got the computer on and made sure that Chrome would load and did some WordPress reading.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications. The only thing about the results that bothered me was the 14.82 Weight. Sys:155 Dia:85 Pul:84 Temp:34.9. With staying in, in case the Tech Man called for two days (He didn’t) thus not getting any hobbles in may have contributed to the increase in mass weight? I must remember to email Sam, the Tech Man when Chrome allows me to and inform him of the No Change situation with Google Chrome going unresponsive, even after all the work he’s done on it, and ask him to have a look again when he gets the time.
Made a mug of tea and started this dairy off. Then I finished off yesterday’s post.
Oh dear, the tummy rumbling is back again now, suddenly came on? And I have a long hobble coming up to get to the City Hospital Anticoagulation INR blood test session.
Had to stop doing this at this moment, or I will be late if I don’t get a move on now… Hope things (Google Chrome) will let me back on later.
Been no bother yet today?
Would you believe it, after typing the above, guess what happened?
Not feeling too good with the innards, hope I can get to the hospital without any hassle. Hehe! Thank heavens for the free Pensioners Bus pass.
I’d set off and up through the park passing and talking to the tree Copse as I went. (I know, sad innit?)
Up over the hill and right down towards Valley Road Dual Carriageway.
Not too cold at all this morning, and no signs of any rain imminent either.
On the hill hobbling down to the main road, I came across these giant daisies in a driveway of one of the houses.
I cannot remember seeing any of this giant variety of this species of daisy, the Asteraceae family ever before in England. I recall seeing some on a fishing holiday in Ireland at Athlone, though. Bootiful!
As I approached the dual carriageway to turn left down to the turn at the next traffic island for the hospital, the fifth Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came at me.
I had the camera out from taking the flowers shot.
Along the footpath near the turn-off for the blood tests, I saw through the railings, one lone Ladybird, or Lady Bug as the Americans call them.
Did the best I could to get a clear shot of it, but ended up with the one here on the left as the best I could manage.
Onward through the ground passing the GUM Clinic and right into the Anticoagulation Section.
Took a ticket and went to get the Crossword Book out of the bag. But I’d left it in the flat. So I took the ticket from the machine and ventured to a mini-shop and bought another one. I must have about six of them now. Tsk!
Got seated and waited for the number to come up. The book I had bought had odd shaped crosswords grids where there were fewer answers crossing each other so made it a little hard to get some of the answers. That’s my excuse anyway. Hehe!
Half an hour or so later my number came up, and I hobbled into the clinic. Once again no bother with the extraction, but a right job to stop it bleeding afterwards.
Out and over the road to the bus stop with the bus pass in hand ready. I would have liked to have had a crash helmet and knee pads on too. Boy, was it busy on that bus! Haha!
Got into Bulwell and walked to the cheapo shop where I found nothing I wanted. Limped to the Fulton Food Store to get the Sterilised milk – but they had none in stock. Not doing very well with the shopping today. They had none of the Bread Thins in either. I did get some battered fishcakes and fish fingers, though.
At £1 each on offers, so not all a waste of time, eh?
Out of the shop through the Market Place.
Not many folks around today.
Although I could hear many emergency vehicles sirens and horn somewhere nearby? Mind you, this not uncommon in Bulwell I have to say.
To the River Lean Bridge to have a talk to the Mallard Ducks.
Gave them some of the fodder I’d mixed for them that I know they like.
Birdseed, Cornmeal pellets, Sunflower seeds and Mealworm Pellets.
Oh, I do look after them, and in return, it gives me so much pleasure to see them gobble them up.
One white duck, a little larger than the others, did not join in the feast.
He or she was far more interested in something on the bottom of the river – and that is all I could in the photographicalisations I took of the bird – The Bottom!
I didn’t find out what was so tantalising the Duck in the river, though.
Went to catch a tram back to Nottingham, and a more perilous journey this one was. The tram was almost full when it arrived in Bulwell Station and dozens of ankle-snappers with mothers in toe with fags hanging out of their mouths and a varied vocabulary coming up from their oesophagus regions, shoplifters and yobboes competed with me for a seat… I lost!
Dropped off at the Theatre Royal stop and checked the time on the display. Twenty minutes until the next L9 bus. Not long enough to go to get some bread and milk, so I wobbled further down Queen Street and caught a 40 bus back. Another full bus!
A kerfuffle of sorts, but not an ill-tempered one at all. When it came to my getting off on Winchester Street Hill, Three ladies and a chap were getting off as well. But a lady who got on later in the journey had a for wheeled shopping trolley with her, and what a picklement as he had to move the trolley to make room the three trolleys the getting off ladies had. Still, they all managed it with a laugh, that was nice. The bus driver wasn’t too happy it took ages and a line of cars behind the bus up to the top of the hill by the time they’d sorted themselves and got off. Hehehe!
I waited as the bus departed to cross over where there is a central pedestrian island, waited further for the queue of traffic to clear and crossed over. To my surprise, the ladies had crossed with the chap and about fifty yards on down the hill already!
Down and onto Chestnut Walk and took this photo from under the tree.
I wondered if this one will survive the chopper when they start the alterations at the compound?
Met Penny’s husband Frank in the foyer of the flats. We had a chinwag and a laugh.
Up to flat number 72 and to the porcelain for a wee-wee.
Put the fish away, keeping some out to use for the meal.
Felt somewhat peckish, so I got the meal cooking, took the medications and set the timer to remind me when the fish and fish cakes were ready.
Ate the lot of it and still felt a bit peckish afterwards.
Did the health checks.
Drifted off into the land of nod in no time.
Woke a couple of hours later and put the kettle on to have a brew.
The sky looked nice, what is it they say? ‘Red Sky at Night – Shepherds Delight?
A small Whoopsiedangleplop with the washing up. Left the hot water tap running again. Blooming good job the plug was not in the sink!
Had a look at the TV magazine and found endless programmes I thought I’d like, took a while to choose which ones to watch… not that it mattered, I fell asleep again! Tsk!
Not a good one, off for a few minutes, waking up, nodding off again…
Eventually, I sprang awake with the need to make use of the Porcelain Throne, this woke me properly like when I stubbed the toe again en route. Hunger pangs returned, and I had a look what was available in the freezer for a second meal. Not had two meals in a day for years before.
Cooked some potato cakes, petit poi and had the last three tiny potatoes left from the first meal of the day. The cooked smoked crispy bacon was a day out of date, but smelt and looked alright to me, so I had them cold.
Even had a pot of lemon yoghourt with it.
Within minutes of consuming and enjoying this extra feast, the innards started rumbling and stabbing away at me. Huh!
Put the empty plate and tray to one side, thought about taking an extra Omeprazole as Duodenal Donald was starting to kick off too… still managed to fall asleep right through until 0545hrs!
0200hrs Woke and off for a wee-wee. Got back down again and slept until 0306hrs.
First thing, I took the medications, had another wee-wee and heavy duty session on the Throne, messy gooey.
Then got on with trying to uninstall and reload Google Chrome to get rid of the freezing. Searched for advice first, but I could only get at far as Programs, clicked Chrome in the box and the computer telling me to ‘Select all Google Chrome Items’ – there were no more to pick or choose? Fed-up with this, I’ll see if I can get some help or anyone knows of someone who can come to the flat to have a look at and give me a hand, I’ll ask at the Windwood Social Hour, not very hopeful though. Grr!
Very frustrating having to wait for hours for it to reset itself when it does, it doesn’t frequently, reset reboot reload, turn off and reboot all the time, and every time I try to go on Facebook or YouTube. I’ll have to stay off for until I can get someone to pay to this sorted out… if I can?
Losing heart here.
Back to the Porcelain Throne again, no pebble-dash but gooey and sticky now! Going through the toilet paper at a fast rate of knots. Tsk! Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding badly this morning.
Tried doing this update and finishing yesterday’s diary, which took hours due to my being too nervous to do it when I got back from the trip out Wednesday and being convinced I could sort out the Chrome uninstall and reinstall procedure today. Foolish me!
I wish I’d taken a photo from the kitchen window earlier now.This morning when I got up was crystal clear, look at it now?
This morning when I got up, it was crystal clear, look at it now?
I realised I’d not put the map of yesterday’s marathon hobble in the diary.
So, here it is.
Just to show off and pretend I’m as fit as a fiddle.
The feet ain’t half stinging now, but I’ve only got myself to blame. Although I did enjoy the visit to the park and ducks and was well pleased with the results from Mr Redmain… or, was it Redman?
Although I did enjoy the visit to the park and ducks and was well satisfied with the results from Mr Redmain… or, was it Redman?
I’d like to make a note of my appreciation of the Pensioners Free Bus Pass too.
I reckon without this, yesterday’s bus trips would have cost me around the figure of £12-£15 in total!
By heck… the stomach and innards have just started off grinding and bubbling away again now. Tsk!
I did some WordPress reading for a while.
Still unable to get on and use Facebook without Chrome problems.
The view from the kitchen window, when I made another mug of tea has changed again. A lot clearer once more? I got the last of the pod peas, some small potatoes and beef in the Crock-Pot cooking.
Took the rubbish bags to the chute. Then got the ablutions tended to and deodorised me up nicely. Made sure the raffle prizes and nibbles were in the bag.
Set off to the Tenants Social Hour.
A good session and one lady suggested I go to the phone shop in the Victoria Centre and ask ‘The Geeks’ for help with the computer problem. If I sign to pay the something monthly, they will always be on hand to help. That lady had signed with them. So, I decided to go into town afterwards and have a word with them, might try to get some pod peas at the same time.
BJ was there, and a few laughs were had.
At the bus stop the weather looked marvellous to me, the trees so beautiful.
Another good listen best I could to the chinwagging.
As the bus went along Porchester Road, I took this photographicalisation of the sky towards the City Centre.
I could see a face in the clouds. When I got back, I made up the above graphic of it. I just wondered if anyone else can see it?
Dropped off the bus at the usual place near the Victoria Centre and hobbled in and through to the Phone Warehouse shop and to the back counter where the ‘Geek Squad’ sign indicated they would be located.
The chap with the blonde hair informed me the Geeks are only there for three hours a week on Saturday mornings! Deflated about that.
Poddled to the Tesco store, but they didn’t have any fresh pod peas in stock again! Bought some SourDough Bread, though.
So I went to the Fruit and Veg market and got some peas up there.
Out of the mall and into the Wilko Store. Got some disinfectant, foil and deodorant.
Had a walk up Clinton Street window shopping.
But it was little, well, a lot more hectic than yesterday, so I gave up and got out soon as I could back onto Upper Parliament Street, and went to the bus-top, just avoiding a Burk on a bike Nottingham Pavement Cyclist.
Caught the L9 bus back to the flat complex.
As the bus turned right, off of Porchester Street and down a narrow part of the route, I tried to get a photograph of the steep hill. But didn’t make too good a job of it cause a van turned in at the same time in front of the bus.
Battling falling asleep again now. I actually did nod off a few times, but luckily as the bus turned into Chestnut Walk, I stirred.
A quick chinwag with some residents at the bus stop and up with a little concern that I might not make it in time, to the flat and the Porcelain Throne.
Then, I moved the fodder into a saucepan to warm through and washed the slow cooker. The computer and Google are still letting me down. Will not let me work on Facebook again.
I got the meal, a stew of sorts served up.
Podded peas, turnip, small potatoes, made a nice caramelised gravy to go with it and added some beef gravy and a tin of stewed steak to it.
Slices of Sourdough bread to soak up the nice rich gravy and a Lemon Fool to follow with this fool enjoying it a lot. 9.4/10 rating.
Got a phone call from Obergruppenfurheress Jenny, she had kindly arranged for a friend to call and have a look at my Google Chrome problems. Later when I was asleep and in the land of nod, the door chime burst forth and a note had been posted through the letterbox for me from Jenny. She told me a chap called Sam would be visiting me tomorrow night sometime after 1800hrs. That was so kind of her to help out.
Having woken up, I decided to make a mug of tea… Accifauxpa Time! Dropped the milk and cleaned it up.
Watched some TV for ages, no nod-offs in between. But the worries over the Chrome issue kept overtaking other thoughts.
0405hrs: Up, out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a wee-wee. Did the ablutions while in the wetroom. Little Inchy not bleeding, but sore as heck, Haemorrhoid Harold leaking just a bit, Duodenal Donald I could sense was getting ready to give me more bother today, and Dennis Dizzy had a go at me twice while I was in there ablutionalisationing.
Did the Health Checks and finalised last week’s log. All right I reckon?
Creamed the areas in need. Took the medications and made a good strong mug of tea.
Viewed the scenery outside and pondered on the plans for the day: Morrison Delivery arriving 0630>0730hrs, wanted to go and feed the ducks various birds at the Nottingham Arboretum, then go to the bank with the details needed and ask them for assistance with changing my address with the new pension company. Oh, I must call Jenny to tell her I will be going to the nosh session and ask her for the number of the computer engineer she recommended a while ago. Also, get some bread and vegetables. Then remembered I’ve to sort all the bank paperwork back into the dedicated folders. Made myself tired thinking of it all. Hehe! I’ll see what gets done eh?
Did some WordPress reading as I waited for the food to arrive – while consuming another mug of tea of course. Then recalled I’d ordered it for Thursday twixt 0800>0900hrs. Huh!
I rang Jenny, and she said the Computer man is no longer working, but she will get a number for another and let me know it later.
Did some Facebooking and then got the things and me ready to set off into town. Took the waste bin bags to the chute and replaced them with new ones ready, and took the empty, cleaned jars with me in the bag.
Down in the lift, met Olive and had a natter with her, then took the jars to the recycling bin and joined several other tenants waiting for the bus in the foyer. Another chinwag I enjoyed.
Caught the L9 to town and dropped off at the terminus.
Crossed over the road by the tram stop, and hobbled down and up the hill to the Nottingham Arboretum Pond area.
Hardly anyone about, apart from students from the local Trent colleges.
Had a pleasant few minutes talking to the Mallard Ducks and their ducklings along with the pigeons who all came boldly to me and dined well.
The baby Mallards showed no fear at all, and even competed with the other birds to get at the food!
Many female University Students about on the way back, in the howling winds and nearly wearing clothes. Hehe!
Hobbled to Victoria Centre (Mall) and called in Tesco. Got some Vegetarian Cottage Pie, a large Quorn one. Selling at £2 from £2.68 on Offer, fresh garden peas and Sourdough Bread.
Wandered up to the Fruit & Veg Market and got a few more pod peas. Wandered around Boots store.
I liked the vehicle the Thai restaurant was using to advertise for themselves.
Out and over the road to Wilko. Got a reduced throw thingy, £8 down to £4. Body spray at 50p a small can and Citrus air spray on offer from £3 to £1.50.
Out and over the road to Wilko. Got a reduced throw thingy, £8 down to £4. Body spray at 50p a small can and Citrus air spray on offer from £3 to £1.50.
Then back to the L9 bus stop. Met the lady I chatted with on the way out, and we demolished some of the pod peas between us. Hehe!
A nasty looking accident between a taxi and a bus at the junction of Milton Street and Upper Parliament Street.
Chinwagged and had a laugh with the lady tenant en route home.
I stayed on the bus and went on into Sherwood, to the bank.
Gave a bloke the details as requested while the two people that had been dealing with my problems stood behind with some paperwork sorting – they did not even acknowledge me. I bet something else will be needed or go wrong and either Christine the advisor or Lisa the manager will be in touch again within a week or so. No confidence in them at all.
Took this zoomed-on picture of the far end up the hill, of Dornoch Avenue. Poor folks dwellings at the bottom, wealthy ones at the top?
Hobbled up Winchester Street Hill to the flat. Where I met a bloke who asked me to order some white on black keypad stickers for him from eBay. Said I would.
Got in and had a wee-wee, put the bits away and got the pod peas cooking, then put the Cottage Pie in the oven. (Although I failed to put the power on to the cooker, so an hour or so later I turned off the peas and heated the oven properly and waited for it to heat up. Twit!)
Ordered the things for the chap, but not on eBay but Amazon, where I found them cheaper for him.
Got a message back from Amazon – order refused – I’d used the old bank card. Humph! Went back to the site and changed to the new card. Then did the order again, cause it was refused again. Tsk! Finally got confirmation it had been taken alright. After two hours of faffing around.
Updated this article.
Went on Facebook while the oven heated up.
I’d grated some strong cheese on the top of the mashed potatoes on the ‘On Offer Priced’ Quorn Pie. Put some demerara sugar in with the podded peas.
I have to say, it was a yummy meal, one of the best for a while.
Rated this one at worthy 9.55/10. Hope that they are still on offer next time I go to Tesco again.
A Torchwood DVD was watched for a while from the box set. I think this series got worse the longer it ran, too complicated for me to follow.
Turned to the gogglebox later, and started the nodding off for a few minutes, wake up to find another programme on now, repetitions routine. Tsk!
Nipped into the kitchen to get a mug of orange juice from the fridge…
Whoopsiedangleplop / Accifauxpa time had arrived!I decided to wash the pots while in the kitchen… cut down the finger nail again with a knife, banged right knee of the cupboard door under the sink and overfilled the orange juice in the mug and had a right mess to clean up!
Back to the £300 second-hand recliner, I turned off the TV and settled, soon started to drift off… Then the fretting began: ‘Did I turn off the tap?’, ‘Did I close the fridge door properly?’, ‘Did I leave the light on?’, ‘Did I leave the plug in the sink’ and ‘Did I leave the stove on?’… I could not settle until these worries were resolved.
Just had to go to investigate. That was when I stubbed my toe on the heater leg. Not just a standard stub, oh, no… this one almost made me yell out with agony!
Took an extra Codeine Phosphate and rubbed some pain gel on the tootsies and back to the £300 second-hand recliner and tried to relax again… Huh, as if!
Then, started worrying about my needless, or was it, worrying again? Everything that came into my mind seemed of a concerning, panicky, trepidation or consternation… was I turning into a masochist? Then I could not remember if I checked all my previous concerns in the kitchen, out of the recliner, limping a little more now after the good stubbing and checked the things…
I’d left the small ring on the cooker on. Turned it off, and once again returned limpingly to the chair with hopes of sleep foremost in my mind and seeking imperturbation.
Woke at 0425hrs: The swelling legs had gone down a bit and were far less painful this morning. I think Anne Gyna knew this, cause she was giving me some nasty painful stabs, bless her.
Got out of the £300 second-hand recliner with little bother, and into the kitchen to put the kettle on, turned on the computer and then off to the porcelain throne. Oh dear. Haemorrhoid Harold had and was still bleeding a fair bit, but not enough to make me discard any clothing. Cleaned up and medicated what needed medicating.
Made a nice strong mug of tea and took the medications. At this point, the legs started to give me some bother again. Tsk! Found a note on the 1960 second-hand E-Plan sideboard, with scribble about a dream on it? How it found it’s way onto the sideboard I wasn’t sure?
Got the WordPress going to finish yesterday’s post off, and realised I must have got up last night and wrote about the dream, cause the writing was there in front of me in the diary? A good job I did, because I could never have gleaned so much detail from the scribble I’d wrote.
The tea had gone cold, so I went to make another one. Did the health-checks while I was in there. Dia 169 – Sys 75 – Pulse 89 – Temp 38.1 C, and the best of the lot, Weight 14.75, down at last! I’ll do it again later if I remember, cause I’d not long got rid of a hell of a dollop on the throne.
Remembered I’d got two deliveries coming this morning from Asda and Morrison. So had a wash and changed into the day clothes so as not to answer the door in my jammies.
Finished off yesterday’s diary and started this one off. Realised I’d not put on the picture of last evening’s sky, so I took another one of it.
The Copse is getting thicker now, I’ll soon be able to have a wander through it in search of flora and fauna to photographalise.
I’ve ordered a new kettle in one of the deliveries, cause the one I have seems to be resisting my descaling efforts nowadays.
Had a bash on Facebook for a few hours. The Morrison delivery arrived, followed by the Asda (Walmart) one.
Overdone it again!
Made another brew and weighed myself again… 2lb up on three hours ago and I have not eaten anything? Grumph! Mind you, I can feel the legs and ankles swelling again?
Graphic created for the TFZer site. Took me hours with one, but it ain’t too bad.
Got the washing ready and down to the laundry room. Fellow tenant Paul was there, had a quick chinwagging session.
Back up to the flat and finished the above graphic.
Postman called with the Stat pension letter.
I opened it with trepidation… they had got the right Postcode on it! But the wrong detail sheet! I swore so much!
Down once more to collect the washing. Cleaned the filter.
Back in flat, put the togs away and called Olive to see how she was and tell her about the continuing banking farce.
I can visit her tomorrow, in the morning.
Got ready and went down to the bank, just hoping this State Pension form with the correct address would be suitable for the job!
Feeling a bit down for some reason, and I’d been so high earlier?
The sun was shining, and the wind a blowing as I departed on my hobble to and down Winchester Street Hill and to the bank to see Lisa, the new manager.
At the end of Winchester Street, three rascals speeding down the hill on the pavement forced me to move across the road. Little varmints!
Fair queue when I got into the bank. Only one on the counter. Ten minutes or so later, Lisa opened another window, tended to the chap in front of me and another 10 minutes later, she beckoned me over to the counter. I managed to keep those behind waiting another 20 minutes as she sorted the paperwork out and asked for some forms they had already taken six weeks ago and photocopied, so she could photocopy them!?!?
She ‘Thought’ the newly arrived State Pension breakdown detail letter should be acceptable. She will ring me and if it goes through and let me know. Again, I asked if it would be possible to email me, but no. Told her about the Doctor being off sick so I might not get the required details from her, and that is if she agrees to do them for me, no obligation on her part to do it.
So, I said I would drop in at the bank, on Monday afternoon to find out what is happening. I am not in an unexpectant, but rather a nervous frame of mind now, no confidence left.
Peeped into the Birds Cake Shop window, jus tin case they had any of the Fresh Cream Iced Buns in, but they hadn’t. Naturally, I took this in good spirits.
Cried on my way up to the bus stop. (Not really, but I thought you might find this funny and like a laugh?)
Back at the flats, I was nearly blown off my feet by the wind.
The sun was still bright, but when I got back up to the apartment, I could hear the winds howling. But the scenery was gorgeous to look at.
I couldn’t get my head around the fact that I had not bought any fodder, well, anything at all while out. Another odd sensation for me. Hehe!
Updated the diary for Monday next on my Google page.
Looks like a busy Monday coming up.
Updated this diary after making a jolly strong mug of tea.
The legs and ankles were I think less swollen now, hurting all the same and irritating Arthur Itis, though. Humph!
Took the potatoes out of the saucepan, ready to have with a cold meal later on. (Or Not?)
Not sure what I’m going to have with them mind, but there is plenty to choose from.
Put the Lumix camera and mobile phone on charge and visited the porcelain again.
Haemorrhoid Harold leaking just a bit, Little Inchy not bleeding, but sore.
Popped on Facebook being as I was amazingly not too tired.
Did some WordPressing.
Took the evening medications, finished on Facebooking and got the fodder prepared.
I accidentally had two of the lemon drizzles afterwards.
A mere misfortune that could happen to anyone. Ahem!
This meal consisted of mini-pork and caramelised onion, mushrooms, beetroot, boiled potatoes (Not done in Soy Sauce, Orb has advised me not to use this for a while as it contains a lot of sodium) sliced and drizzled with American potato seasoning, tomato puree, Vegetable sage & onion with herbs slices and soft cheese portions one with mushroom, one extra strong and one with Gouda. Oh, and the Lemon Drizzles and a banana. Nice! 9.5/10.
Tired, but I think the legs and ankles are reducing in size and water content again. Fingers crossed.
Awoken with a start around 0230hrs. Sweating shivering and in low spirits. Tried my best to recall the dreams, but other than a vague belief that they were about my schooldays, nothing concrete.
The mind was riddled with concerns over the banking problems and my failure to sort things out This I think, decided me to try and keep busy to avoid them. I chose to get the laundry room duties done straight away. No washing or cleaning just got the glasses, pants and shoes on, picked up the bag of laundry with the everything needed for the task, in it and went down to the ground floor and got them in the machine and going.
To the apartment and got the medication pots for the week done and sorted.
Started on Facebooking for a while before it was time to go down and move the washing out of the washer and into the dryer. Note how well I worked out what needed doing this time?
0325hrs: Down to the laundry taking the camera with me. Moved the togs and cleaned the washer.
I popped out of the front doors to take a photo of the view across the road, hoping it might come out as a ‘Moody’ type one.
It was warm and wet, and I could hear some of the bird calls, and make out they were different ones, even without my hearing aids in.
Luckily, I’d got the key fob in my jumper pocket to let myself back in with. Phew!
Shot back up to my tiny dwelling called home, and got the computer on, finished the Facebooking session, and got some graphicalisationing started. Must keep the brain from wandering back to the problems!
0425hrs: Back down to collect the things.
Timed it well for once, the Finish sign flashed up as I got in the room. Took a photo for no particular reason, and noticed how oddly shaded it came out? Very nice, but unplanned?
I think I’d moved the selection dial to this icon in mistake, but having no idea what it means didn’t help me solve the mystery. I changed it back to auto and took a photo of the clothing. Okay.
As I unloaded the clothes and folded them ready to go into the bag – I realised how few items there really were there? How, I inquired of my stunted confused brain, did I go five days since the last wash, and only have two pairs of socks, and three underpants in a pile? No towels either, in fact only four jumper-shirt thingamabobs? I was puzzled yet again?
Cleaned the dryer and fluff filter, wiped around and returned back up to the flat. The first task was to respond to the late call to the porcelain for a heavy duty session. Oh dearie me… Haemorrhoid Harry was still bleeding, after a check of things I decided to have a strip wash and put the clothes into the laundry bag after soaking them. Did the teggies and had a shave while they were soaking. Didn’t want to have a shower in case of disturbing the neighbours so early.
Then back onto the porcelain for another session! Blimey! Harry’s internal’s was still leaking.
However, I put some padded protection pants on… Like a giant nappy they are! Hehehe!
I put away the washed items and returned the bag to the other room… and spotted another bag with laundry waiting to be done in it! I did feel a fool (Nothing new there, mind!). I must have started two bags of laundry? Ah well, I’ll see if I can get this lot done in the morning. Tsk!
Computerisationing again. Worked on the diaries off, foolishly starting this one off first, thinking so much has happened already and I’d gone photographing mad too, better get it down now while I remember. This will make remembering the yesterday ending even harder! I’ve confused myself more and more today already, and it’s 0nly 0700hrs!
I could hear the wind getting up outside (Mind you, the wind was starting inside. Hehe!).
I nipped bravely out onto the balcony to take a shot from a different angle. Facing North (To the right of the flat).
The wind and rain had soaked me within seconds. It was that dead thin and small drops rain that catches you out innit?
I then went into the kitchen to take a picture while hanging out of the window, of the view below. Catching my head against the frame and knocking the hearing aid at the same time. The tubing came out and I tried to catch it – fumbling and trying not to drop the camera, I dropped the tubing…
Went down the lift and outside, but could not see it anywhere, despite my determination and getting blown about by the wind and soaked in the rain, again! Made it worse cause I went down like a clot, wearing the slippers! It probably got blew away in the wind. So, if anyone in France, Germany, Holland, Russia or America see a plastic hearing aid tube landing anywhere nearby, it’ll probably be mine. Hope some bird doesn’t mistake it for a worm?
Back up to 72 and into the wetroom to dry myself off, swap slippers and have a change of clothes. Tsk!
I’m fed-up with today already! Still, it’s bound to improve innit?…. Innit?
Pressed on with the diaries again. Then answered some nice comments on WordPress, and got ready to walk down to the shops for some bread and fruit… not any cream cakes of course, though, oh no… Ahem!
Dressed, a spray of deodorant, long distance glasses on, hearing aid inserted, normal underwear on, hat on, bag ready and off I set.
Down Winchester Street hill first and to the continental shop for a loaf of their delicious bread – but they had some of the belly pork with herbs and peppers on display, and I weakened. Shame number One!
Up the hill to the greengrocery shop and bought just one potato – I say one potato… look how big it was when I got it into my full sized oven cooking later. Ginormous! It’ll probably take two days to bake and last me a week!
Then the simple task of walking passed the cake shop and not looking in the window display… which I failed (Shame number Two!). Two Fresh Cream Buns with strawberry jam inside and vanilla icing on top. Of course, I would never have been tempted or interested in buying such unhealthy foodstuffs normally. It’s just that I thought Olive would like one.
Carried on up and over the hill and right up through Woodthorpe Grange Park.
A few yards up the path, and I espied a rather beautiful lone wood pigeon on the grass. I got out the camera, convinced with my luck he’she would have flown away by the time I
got it out, but was lucky and took several pictures before it did fly away. It seemed to me, a bit like a search for twigs for the nest was taking place? Bootiful!
Up to the top of the path to turn tight down the gravel path passing the copse, when I realised how kind Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were being to me. When I got to the Copse, I took a photograph showing the flats and the edge of the trees. I wondered if this one would do for Maries Nature Challenge Photo on her Facebook page.
Down the rest of the path, and met 93-yeat-old tenant Eddy coming up the path, and a lot faster than I can get up it! He was feeding the crows.
Up into the flat, and I got the giant potato into the oven and took a piccy of the other stuff for you slaver over. Hehe! The belly pork looked and smelt so irresistibly tempting. I’ll have it for nosh tonight with some cheesy mashed then baked potatoes.
That is if the mega-spud ever cooks. Haha!
I’d like to have some garden peas with them, but fear another battle with the exasperating little vegetables. Hehe!
Made a mug of tea, and for some reason thought I’d hand-washed two shrunken kippah style caps. I must remember to keep turning them over.
Did them in warm water and used washing-up liquid. So I did.
Also washed out the cleaning cloths afterwards.
Rang them out best I could, and put them on the towel warmer in the hallway. It will take ages for the thick caps to dry ready for use again, but I have some others in the airing cupboard.
Going to see Olive in a bit, I’ve to call first to see if it is okay, mind. Hope she wants the cake, I know she likes these ones, ’cause last when I took her one and told her it was a cream iced scone (Thinking that was what they were called), and she told me off for getting the wrong ones. Luckily her grandson was due to visit and I left it in her fridge for him. She had a look later and realised it was the one she loves so much and ate it up. So now I know they are called Iced Cream Buns!
Got the computer going and did some diary updating, then awhile on Facebook.
Oh, nearly forgot I took this one in Sherwood near the top of the hill.
Very sad place Sherwood for shopping.Three
Three stores have closed down this month. One of them a large supermarket, Budgens.
Of the other two, one I think was a ladies hairdresser the other a sadly failed florist.
Looking at this photo: It is Saturday and around 1130hrs, not many folks about is there? Too many shops, not enough people. However, the regular Big Issue Seller was in attendance and there were some stalls forming a Farmers Market, I felt sorry for them, no customers there while I was in the vicinity. Sad.
Went to see Olive, remembering to take the Cream Iced Strawberry bun.
She looked and sounded to be in good form. Even told me off, just the once mind. We had a jolly chinwag and laugh. She is still waiting for the date for her operation and has organised the after-op help she’ll need. Assistance for dressing and bathing lady all sorted. She’s even filled her freezer with ready meals to save hassle and walking/standing afterwards too. She’s been shopping for these this morning with her grandson, Malcolm. An amazing woman, no wonder I admire and love her so.
Best moment of my day when she smiled when she saw the cream cake.
Back to the flat and got the giant potato out of the oven and halved it ready to scrape out the flesh into the bowl and mix it with cheese…
This is not a photo of the actual potato, but one I found on the web that resembled it the closest. Oh, gnashfumbleandammit! A large area of pure white, what looked and felt like soft plastic was around the dark area.
I removed the infected flesh and used the rest of it. A good bashing and mixing with some extra strong cheddar cheese, and out it in the oven with the potato spread wide and thin, which made it look like a lot more than it was. Turned the oven up high and did some Facebooking with the TFZers. Added the sausages later.
So, it turned out fortunate that the lady gave me such a whopping potato, didn’t it? Hehe!
The weather turned a bit nasty, high winds and rain.
Popped in to use the WC, and found that Little Inchy had been bleeding again.Got the ablutions done and the meal prepared.
Getting fed up with this leaking blood lark. I’ll have to get some more of the extra large PCP’s, (Protective Comfort Pants) and they are not cheap.
Ah, just realised why I had so few underpants to wash now – I’d been wearing the throw-away PCPs! If it isn’t Little Inchy its Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding lately. Tsk!
Served up the meal. Pleased with how the potatoes had browned off, the thin chipolatas were tasty, as was the beetroot, pickled mushrooms, siverskin onions, and best of all the garden peas – I put some demerara sugar in the saucepan with them when I warmed them up.
The naughty cream cake was a pleasurable indulgence again, but I managed to drop the banana, got out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner to retrieve it… and trod on it! I thought I’d cleaned it all up… more, later.
Put the washing in the sink to soak, checked the bobble hats on the towel dryer; they were still wet? then got the Boon DVD on to watch. Which went well staying awake-wise. Turned to the TV to watch the football on channel five.
To the Porcelain room, and checked Little Inchy and Haemorrhoid Harold, both of which seemed to have steadied up and indeed neither was bleeding at the time. Got the PCPs off and returned to settle down and watch the end of the football, this is when I realised I had not got all of the banana up off of the carpet. Clouted my elbow as I tumble slipping on the tiniest blob of squashed banana.
If this diary was to made into a book (Comedy of course), folks reading it would think something like; Rubbish!, No one can have such bad luck! or maybe, Utter Tosh, don’t believe it!
Anne Gyna stopped me getting any sleep much, or rather getting off to sleep for hours, the latest I’ve been in getting the head down for months.
And yet, I don’t remember being concerned in the slightest about this?
0340hrs: Gave up trying to get to sleep. Feeling in decent form and the ailments seemingly in a calm mood, I climbed out of the now working again £300 second-hand recliner chair and off for a WWHD job. Oh dear, much blood from the rear end, and painful passing.
Had a little dizzy spell. After which as I made my way into the kitchen to make a brew and take the medications, the stomach almost erupted, stabbing pains and it seemed to churn and rumble something rotten.
I popped onto the scales… Humph!
With the tummy churning away, and now the vision blurring a bit, I got the laptop on to finish the Sunday diary and start this one.
I felt a bit apprehensive about these ailments coming at the same time. Took some extra Peptac in the hope that this might calm down the innards a bit.
The wind was blowing in nastily through the air vent and edges of the windows, right up me bare legs under my dressing gown. Hehe! I put me trousers on.
Did some Facebooking (three & a half hours, huh!) while I could, then checked the emails, then some graphicalisationing, all between WRWWs.
I want to go out today now the toe is a lot better, and get to see the ducks in the Arboretum Pond and feed them with the earthworm pellets that they seem to like. Sorted the rubbish and took the bags to the chute.
I got the ablutions done and changed ready to set out to catch the L9 bus into town. I got as far as the lift and realised I’d left the hearing aids – back to the flat to collect them.
Back out and in the lift, just arriving at the ground floor when I remembered I had not got the mobile phone with me – back to the flat to collect it.
Once more, back down the lift and to the bus stop this time… Oh dear oh dear… No Bus-pass with me! – back up to the flat and down just in time to catch the bus!
Then, getting on the bus, I tried to swipe in with my Hearing Aid card! Huh!
Arrived in town and walked to the Arboretum from the bus stop.
A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist joined the pedestrian as we crossed over and I went passed the new Cinema, showing Trolls, and passed the university buildings and up Waverley Street to the Arboretum.
On entering the gate, I spotted a new bit they have created, a beautiful bed of flowers and plants, and an instruction sign/guide.
Took a photograph through the trees and bushes on the side of the pond.
Rather lovely I thought.
I could see some pigeons and many Mallard ducks further on near the aviary, and made my way to them with the pot of earthworm pellets and seeds to feed the little mites with.
The Mallards came from far and wide to dine.
After talking to and feeding them, I made my way out to go to Tesco for some fodder and a wander around.
As I left the grounds, twp Nottingham Cyclist were coming towards me on the wrong side of the road, and this very near the tram lines! The both seemed happy enough, and they soon moved onto the pavement.
At Tesco, I invested in two for £3 lamb hotpot ready meals, Two yoghurts, potato cakes, some spread, wholemeal thins, a pack of Boczek and amazingly a two pack of fresh cream horns fell out of the fridge and into my basket as I walked by them?
I paid the gal on the checkout and checked the time, I could just make the L9 bus stop in time with any luck. So I painfully legged it ASAP to the shelter. Met a fellow tenant at the bus stop. When the bus arrived: I couldn’t find the bus pass! I had to let the bus go without me and felt such a fool! I searched through the bags and my pockets, eventually finding the bus pass in my inside pocket! Humph!
I had an hour to kill until the last L9 bus of the day. So foolishly I went to the Slab Square and took some piccies of the Nottingham Beach – which was near to the Primark shop, and I went in to have a look around and came out with three long sleeved shirts/jumpers, another £18 quid spent on unwanted attire!
Caught the bus on Queen street.
The weather turned sunny for a while and the wind seemed to drop somewhat.
I was soon back at the flats and making a beeline for a WRWW with some urgency.
Made a cuppa and got this updated to here.
Some mail arrived, at first, I dreaded that the British Gas might have sent another demand, but no. Twas a letter from the Council, instructing me to fill in the Voting form and return it within three days.
Called to see Olive, going to take one of the Fresh Cream Horns for her, I departed and as I got to her flat, realised I hadn’t taken the cream horn with me, went back to fetch it, and went into the front room to collect the Voting letter so Olive could clarify things with it for me – oh dear!
I did a Whoopsiedangelplop into and over new Ottoman!
I believe I said “Oh, flipping heck” Didn’t half sting. Hehe!
Hobbled to Olive’s flat, and she smilingly greeted me, but she was not very well herself.
She accepted the cream horn without telling off too much this time.
Then, the gal set to medicating me leg wounds and putting plasters on them for me. I felt so lucky to have Olive there. We had a good long chinwag and laugh.
I had to leave and get back once again for a WRWW, and I got the chips in the oven and updated this again.
The meal, a wholemeal salad sandwich with sausage, oven chips, onions, beetroot, green and yeow tomatoes, fresh raw garden peas and the evening medications, followed with a banana, satsuma and honey yoghourt looked most appetising once I’d got it all prepared and arrange neatly on the plate ready for my consumption!
The Pleasures of Dining Alone:
It was a little uncomfortable eating it, though: As I settled on top of the £300 second-hand recliner chair, tray on my belly, feet up and tucking into the feast, the seat went down on its own accord…
I got out of it to pick up the chips and peas that had been ejected from the plate onto me, the chair and the floor, and banged first, the already black and swollen left middle toe, then I caught the newly injured right shin on the cupboard door as I extracted the brush and dustpan for use. The blood flowed from both plasters down the leg and soaked my sock.
Well, I thought, these things are sent to try us, or words of a nearly similar nature. Hehe!
By the time I’d sorted everything out, the cleaning and clearing up, the wounds replastered and medicated, two hours had passed since the Whoopsiedagleplop occurred before I got settled once again to eat what cold bits of the meal I had managed to retrieve.
I even managed to tread on fallen fork on the floor that I’d missed. Now bent, bloodied and in the rubbish recycling bin.
Which is where I thought I should be!
A new standard of pissed-offed-ness, depression, frustration and lack of confidence reigned!