0340hrs: My expergefaction, suffered from confusion between the somniativeness and actuality. Causing me some confused reality, for a short while, a state of paramnesia I think it is called.
A welter of vague yet complex memories of the dreams I’d been having mingled about in my brain. Yet I could recall no details of any of the many thoughts I think I’d had overnight? Just emotions, mainly frustrations, jealousies, and fears. I reckon that possibly Noisy Herbert from the flat above might have crept into one of the nightmares. Because I was positively thinking of him, well, the noise he makes in my muddled-mind-melee of machinations.
It took a while for things to become real, the vagueness to leave me.
It helped me to regain reality when I trapped my burnt finger-end from the Whoopsiedangleplop last night, in the £300 second-hand recliner as I attempted to escape the seat’s oh so comfortable clutches. In fact, it was only the hassle from burnt fingers, and Reflux Roger (Although Anne Gyna joined in, later on), that was giving me any bother this morning.
The Health Checks were completed.
The reading were all similar to the last few days.
Although they have been a little up and down in comparison to the day before’s readings in the Sys, Dia, and pulse.
A much better session, I think that Trotsky Terence is easing off now and giving me a break. Which I found most welcome and appreciated.
The view outside caught my eye, and I went to get the camera and took this shot through the window, facing North.
I had to pop to the Porcelain Throne in between doing the sphygmomanometer tests. I had clean up after the evacuation, and am pleased to report that the fungal lesion was bleeding for less than at the same time yesterday. Good!
I returned to the kitchen and got the next week’s medication pots made up.
Only dropping one tablet and one capsule as I did so. Smug Mode Adopted. Haha!
Then, I did a bit of a silly, daft Whoopsiedangleplop!
I did the hemadynamometer Health Checks again. Why you ask? So do I! What a nitwit I am, unquestionably!
Got the kettle on to make a tasty brew of English Breakfast tea.
The temperature on the thermostat on the kitchen window ledge showed 71°f, and the widow had been ajar overnight, too.
. I dropped the small mug as I was taking it towards the kettle. I couldn’t believe it, but it did not break when it bounced off the kitchen floor – and I caught it on its first rebound back up! Yet another Smug Mode adopted!
Started to update the Noise from above ridden, Saturday diary. This took some time, but eventually, I got it completed and sent off to WordPress.
Then, I decided to get the vegetables prepared and into the Crock-Pot. Chopped up some turnip and mushrooms. Ahem! The blood was nowhere as bad as it looks in this photo, I squashed the finger to make it look worse in my quest for sympathy. Only joking, Hehehe!
Then I podded some fresh garden peas. I say fresh, many of them had gone mouldy, so they had to be sorted carefully. Huh!
Got them in the pot with some brown sugar, vinegar and onion salt.
Began updating this diary next, got as far as here, and went to the WordPress Reader section.
0940hrs, now. No noise from Herbert yet. He may have gone out shopping?
I went on to Facebook, hoping it will not mess me about this time. I was alright, now it is sticking again. Grrr!, no, I’m not to a Grrr, maybe a flipping heck? Haha!
1125hrs: Herberts back at it, crunch, bang.
Moved on to creating some Blog Page Header graphics.
1445hrs: Got a few made-up.
Sat down cause I wasn’t feeling too bright.
Tried reading, but concentration was a struggle with the tap-tap-grinding noises from above.
Got the meal sorted and served-up.
Ate the nosh to the odd accompaniment of a bang, tap-tap or whining noise from the flat above.
I ate it all up, not a crumb left on the empty plate.
Took the medications.
Tired as I felt, sleep resisted me.
I got the TV on and managed the odd nodding-off for a few minutes. Being woken by the tap, crunch grinding noises. Even with the headphones on I could hear them.
Got up to get a drink of orange juice.
And realised I had forgotten to use the slow-cooker contents, the mushroom and peas in the meal. At least I had turned-off the crock-pot.
Horrible time with no getting off to sleep and the odd clang, bang or scuffling coming from somewhere.
I lay there in the semi-darkness, feeling temperamental and uneasy for ages before getting off into the land of nod?
0410hrs: I shot awake after a terrible night of interrupted sleep, and a variety of short, fearful dreams. Each one different in topic, but all of them brought my most annoying, infernal aboulomania to the fore.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, with no difficulties and off to the wet room for a wee-wee. During which the borborygmus from within started, and I converted the wee-wee session to a Porcelain Throne one, immediately. A good job I did too. Turned out to be a very rapid evacuation. Hehe!
Cleaned up and to the kitchen, where I found many of these whatever they are, beetles had got through the partly opened window.
This little chap or girl in the photo was the only one that did not scuttle or fly away. A closer look when I went to photograph the insect, showed that it was injured and could not run away. Poor thing, I had to euthanise it.
I made a brew and got the Health Checks done. Sys and pulse still a little low compared to what it has been.
I went to check the front door when I thought I heard a noise. Found the INR test results had arrived. I got the emails opened, and there was one from the surgery about the DVT Warfarin results. The INR had gone from 4.2 down to 2.0, and they had made me another late in the day appointment. They just don’t like me. Haha!
Did the Morrison order and applied the code for the £10 off voucher they had sent me after they cancelled last Thursday’s order. I hope that this week’s delivery arrives. It’s been a time-consuming painful and hassling experience trying to get out to the shops, and even harder getting back with the heavy bags weighing me down as well.
I heard that unrecognisable noise again. I’ve not the foggiest idea what made it or where it came from.
I had a look out of the spare junk-room window.
I find it hard to describe the noise, my having not heard anything like it before. I suppose as near a thing I’ve ever harkened to like it in any way, is Dr Who’s Tardis taking off or landing, but from a long way off?
I couldn’t see anything untoward or that might have caused the odd noises.
But the view in the downward photograph was excellent and came out detailed rather well, I thought.
Smug-Conceited-Mode AdoptedHehe!
The one took towards my beloved tree copse didn’t come out so well. Can’t win them all! Haha!
While I leaned there on the window ledge, the mind had one it’s wandering off of its own accord sessions. It found fears, worries, complications, and created its personal obstacles to contentment for me. Damned cerebellum, if it isn’t overly concerned with medulla oblongata activities; it seems to be so self-critical, it pisses me off! Blimey, did I say that?
I went to the spare-junk-room, and stood there, having forgotten entirely what it was I went into the room to do! Now, this is not unusual in the slightest for me, and for many of the tenants of Woodthorpe Court Old Peoples Flats, and this type and many variations of forgetfulness, amnesia, vagueness and abstraction, happen so often, they are not worth being recorded or mentioned as a rule. But on this singular occasion, I just knew it was something important, urgent that I had to do. I tried the usual thing and wandered off to concentrate on something else, in the hope that whatever I’d forgot would come back to me minutes later. Or something would take place to remind me. Feh!Fat chance!
The brain box toyed with me: How can you be sure it was something important? – Had you gone into the intended room, or did you mean to go in another one? – Oi Vay, You only have three rooms! – You are definitely suffering from dementia, and Go on then, put the kettle on!
Most aggravatingly, the reason for my mission to the junk-room has never returned. Yet, but it might – or not!
I then got the Friday Diary updated and posted off to WordPress.
Then I went to the WP Reader Section. Some great stuff on it today.
Hello, Herberts’s banging away again.
Made another brew, then went on to CorelDraw to do some more page top graphics.
I’d been on Facebook for ages, enjoying myself without any problems. Now it does not take me to the comments when I click on them? I was going to have a look at Margaret’s, but it just doesn’t take me there when clicked, nothing happens? I turned it off and on again to see if that would work.
Gone dead slow again, now. Turned off and got the nosh prepared.
I spotted that the flat’s balcony had had some wood attached to the corner edges of the base.
Herbert was having fun upstairs with his drilling, clunking and banging about for a while, again. I hate weekends, it’s always going to produce clattering and noise from the flat above. To think, I used to look forward to weekends, not any more. It’s bad enough during the week, but Saturdays and Sundays ruin my health and peace.
But, let’s not moan, because I was virtually told off about complaining about the racket, and told he is perfectly entitled to follow his hobby, by Nottingham City Homes Management.
Best to forget I typed this, or I might get into trouble for being pestered and bothered by his noise pollution by, ‘The Management!’; and told again that I will have to put up with it. But of course, I have been forbidden fromcommunicating any conversations I have with any Nottingham City Homes staff, personnel or agent, on this blog. So, I’ll cross this out. Sorry.
I got the mushrooms and podded peas in the saucepan and was finishing off the CorelDraw graphicationalisation when brother-in-law Pete rang me. Cheered me up this did.
I enjoyed the natter we had about nothing and everything, mostly about remembering old cars and vans. Hehe! Said our farewells, and I suddenly realised I could smell burning!
Into panic-mode and the kitchen. Oh, what a mess was found!
I removed the saucepan and somehow managed to salvage the mushrooms and garden peas. I strained them first thing (Not that there was much water left in the pan to strain, Tsk!). I got them on the plate and tackled the mess on the stove.
I tried all sorts of cleaners, and it took me ages to get it semi-cleaned.
Burning my finger-tips on the first application of the Dettol cleaner that did not work, then I tried the Hob Cleaner which left the plates with the hard ground on ring marks that will probably remain there forever.
After the cooker biodegrades in a few hundred years, the thick dried on splodges of mushroom, pod peas, soy sauce and balsamic vinegar marks will probably last another thousand years. Humph!
Despite my best efforts, burnt fingers, cut finger, they still look a right mess, and depression had loomed, self-hatred hovered, for my stupidity in forgetting about the cooking when our Pete rang me and gossiped on. Still, the nattering was appreciated. Hehe!
I medicated the fingertips, did the health checks, took the medications and got the meal served up.
The peas and mushrooms actually tasted almost ambrosial! So, a tip here for lovers of freshly podded garden peas and chestnut mushrooms – simmer them in water with onion salt balsamic vinegar and light soy sauce seasonings for a couple of hours. Burn your fingers when you to to clean up the mess from the over spilt liquid that has gone all over the stove top, spent about £9’s worth of cleaners in your failed effort to sort out the mess, make the meal, and I can guarantee a succulent palatable result tastewise! Hehehe!
I dined to the accompanyment of Herbert above’s grinding scraping noises. I nearly dropped the mug of fresh orange juice when I caught the burns on the fingers, well, finger really, the other two fingers are no bother now, just the tip of the index digit on the right hand.
Did the health checks and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner. Got the TV on, and even with the headphones on, I could hear the clanging and banging from Herbert in the flat above. I wonder what he’s making this time. A full-size model of the Russian T45 or a Panzerkampfwagen IX?
His clump, clunk and thudding went on for ages this time. But, as I say, it doesn’t matter, he is perfectly entitled to follow his hobby, and I must put up with it. As per instructions received from the Management.
After a couple of hours falling asleep and waking repeatedly again, I gave up trying to watch the telly. Turned it off, and I reckon I’d nodded off within seconds of doing so.
0000hrs: Already wide awake and on this computer, with a gone cold mug of tea at my side and… no, hang on, off to the Porcelain Throne now… By gum, that was a better session, far less messy. Maybe Trotsky Terence is on his, at last. Haha!
Got the Health Checks and medications taken.
A dip in the Sys, but all the other readings seem fine.
Made another brew of Breakfast Tea and took the medications.
I have to say, I’m feeling much better than yesterday, with all of those memory loses, blank spots and sheer confusion racking away at my brain. Worried me that did.
Back to updating this blog.
I went to the WordPress reader page.
I found a note put through the door by the pulcritudenic Cyndy. It had the email addresses of her and Margaret for me to use. Bless her! I’ve sent the photo of Cyndy and Margaret to them, I hope it goes through this time.
Went on Facebook to find Cyndy’s page and send a friend request to her and Margie.
Went on Facebook, but it was a struggle, it kept going dead slow again on me. Humph!
I did feel a right Nebekh! I glanced at the clock and thought it was ten-past-eight, and the heart thudded.
Blimey, that’s gone quickly I thought – but it was really only twenty-to-two. Tsk!
What a plonka!
Tried Facebooking again.
I made up a graphicalisation of three TFZer gals performing on stage.
Jillie, Pattie, and Lillie! An International Trio from Australia, Canada, and the UK.
Went for another, short, sharp wee-wee.
Coming out I thought I heard a sort of howling or shouting noise from outside.
I did my best to look out of the kitchen window, but of course, with the new window set-up, I can’t get out far enough to see directly below anymore. Which somewhat restricts ones view if I had to look to see if the building was on fire, or if any emergency vehicles had arrived.
But, I digress, sorry about that. I took this picture anyway.
Back to CorelDraw.
I went to check on the slow-cooker – Titter! Found I had not started it. What a great big Shmendrik I am!
The rain was pelting down outside.
I am expecting the worker chap at 0830hrs.
Got the things and myself ready for the showering and noticed the left leg had bloated again, and some new, different types (Sizes anyway) of bruises on the legs and arms.
So, I got the ablutions sorted. Then the usual excruciating medicationalisationing; Which went betterer this morning. Merely painful. Hahaha!
Made another brew.
Managed to do another TFZers in Business graphic finished.
Cleared the ledge in the kitchen to make way for the worker-man when he arrives to fill in the cracks and holes. It filled all the other areas. Tsk!
Chap arrived on time, it was the boss man who came. He soon had the job done. But if I were to catch the bus, I’d have to leave the window ledge things where they were for now.
Got ready to go to the shops.
Set off for the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.
Got to the lift and returned to put the hearing aids in, then back out again.
A couple of greeted natters en route to the shed.
Took a piccy of the new build flats and Winchester Court. There were workmen all over the place when I took the camera out. Tsk!
Roy, Keith, Alan and three others in the cabin when I arrived. Another nattering session When the bus came, I went out to join the end of the long queue and caught the L9 bus to Bestwood.
The friendly cheerful driveress was leaving the bus duties to go into the offices, it is her last day tomorrow.
She always looks after us and had a companionable word or two for everyone.
She even made some cakes, decorated with L9 on top of every one, and handed them out! She will be sorely missed. Sob!
Caroline from the care home got on the bus with me, and I sat and got, even more, nattering with her. She dropped off with the others in Sherwood, and I carried onto the Sainsbury Store in Daybrook.
Where I spent a good bit of cash, getting in stock: Tomatoes, Oven Bottom Muffins, Tomato and Basil cooking sauce. Cream Cakes for the Wardens Weekend Treat, and two Fresh Cream French Horns (Angie next door was kind enough to let me give one of these, to avoid my eating both of them – Hehe!), fresh pod peas and a small tub of Anchor spreadable butter. I bought one of these yesterday, but somehow it had slipped my mind. Hard to believe, I know! What a Shmeggege!
Some decent photographs were taken on the bus home.
The Rain Came - Ring Road
The Rain Came - Sherwood
Good old Roy got on the bus in Sherwood
I had one of Roy and my usual discussions of farcicalness on the way back to the flats. (We’re both deaf. Hehe!)
Off the bus and Roy and I popped into 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, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. Roy for a wee-wee, and me to hand the weekend nibbles to the Wardens, who were not there. So we made out way back to the flats.
I got in and had a sharp short wee-wee.
Did the Health Checks and went back to 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, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery being stolen from, and residents hut. Managed to catch the Wardens in. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel or agents, on this blog. So, I won’t.
Back up to the apartment. Moved the things back onto the window ledge. Then got on with updating this blog.
The telephone chirped up. It was Foot Lady Sue; she could not attend yesterday, asked if she could come in 20 minutes. I said yes, and she did come later.
Did my plates-of-meat, had a laugh and departed, after making an appointment for 7 weeks time.
I had a quick bash on Facebook, but it was going so slow. I gave up and got the nosh prepared.
Coreldraw prepping of graphics again for an hour of so more.
Did the health checks.
Then the pork ribs with curried baked beans in Texas BBQ sauce and oven-bottom muffins were served up.
I added the beans and ate this out of the foil oven tray. The pork was 95% bone, but still tasted fantastic, and a taste-score of 9/10 was given.
I fell asleep afterwards and woke with the tray somehow still balanced on my ample stomach. This was nae bother, because by then the foil-tray was completely empty and all the fluids had been soaked up with the muffins and eaten, not a crumb left on it. Hehe!
I’d had a dream about my old beloved black cat, Cyril. The fantasy was marvellous. I was living here in the flat, but Cyril was with me, doing all the habits he displayed so many years ago. The headbutting me awake, loud purring, jumping off of the floor and nearly knocking me over, and clinging on to my shoulders as he rubbed his face in mine. I was really enjoying the images. The sad part was waking up to find it was only a dream and not real.
As I struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner to go and wash the pots up, I realised that the TV was on, and set at the CCTV apartments foyer channel?
I could not recall turning on the TV at all, let alone watching this door entrance?
Took the medications and settled back down in the chair, but the TV on to watch the three back-to-back episodes of ‘Hustle’ that were showing on channel 60. I would estimate that of the three channels; I managed to stay awake to watch twenty-minutes of the first, ten minutes of the second, and two minutes of the third one. Before nodding off and waking again. Still, with all the lack of sleep last night, I should have known this would be the case.
I dropped off to sleep again quickly and had another dream. Of a very lepid nature. I was living in luxury in a mansion of some sort, waiters, butlers, friends, Sister Janet and Dad, Brother Pete, old childhood loves Christine, Margaret, Auntie Kath and Doris, and their pets were all around me. Possibly one of the best dreams I’ve ever had.
0020hrs: I sprang into semi-life as if I’d had an electric shock. The mind was concentrated and determined that the laundry must get sorted straight away. Nothing was going to get in the way of my carrying out this task. It was as if my life depended upon it.
As I was getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner and looking for my slippers, a silly Churchillian Quote came into my mind “We shape our buildings; thereafter they shape us.” No wonder I’m crumbling! Hehehe!
This energetic resolution appeared to give me a new lease on life (Albeit, it didn’t last long). The ailments, despite Hernia Henry giving me a fair amount of pain, were of no concern to me.
Looking around for the footwear and stubbing my toe on the towel airer, just didn’t bother me! Such was my Sitzfleisch and unwavering (Temporarily, fair enough) assertiveness. There was a new, unconcerned, pertinacious man in the flat this morning!
Then gathered the requirements and was off down to the laundry room minutes after having risen from his recliner.
I got the washing in the machine with no hassle and popped outside to take this picture of the view.
Back up to the flat, observing that according to the Nottingham City Homes electronic display board in the lift lobby, it was 0041hrs, 11°c with light cloud outside at the moment.
Where I got the morning Health Checks done, and the medications were taken.
The readings all seemed to be fine to me. Although the Sys is continuing on a downward spiral; 155 – 151 – 149, and this time, 144.
No signs received of any Porcelain Throne requirement as yet.
The now throbbing stubbed toe was getting a bit annoying.
At this stage of the morning, the new found gift of mental control and will-power toe withered away and the usual worrying, prevaricating, pontificating, fretting, and self-traducing returned. Along with a few of the regular ailments. Hernia Henry, Reflux Roger, and the Fungal Lesion began bothering me pain-wise, all at about the same time.
And now my mindset, objectivity, and attitude to life returned to its usual often depressing, and singularly ever increasing confused state. Tsk!
Down to move the clobber from washer to the dryer. I noticed this sign on the Tenant’s Notice Board. Too late for me to consider it, with payment needed by the 7th May. Still, I’d only spend more money that I can’t afford to. Hehe!
On the way back to the flat, this notice caught my eye and prompted some thoughts on the situation to burst forth. Reporting Drug Use: (Which has often been done by fellow tenants,) I notice that they no longer advise the few honest Nottinghamians left, to speak with the local or passing Police Officer. This is because, of course, there are no local or passing Police Officer left.
On all of my last four trips to Nottingham, I have not seen a single police officer. Fair enough, I did see one police car with its blues and twos on, they would likely have been running away from a gang of youths or just rushing at speed to avoid anyone who wanted to report a crime. Sarcastic stuff here! Thanks to the Government cutbacks.
I made a start on this post, and it was soon time to go down again to collect the laundry and titivate around a bit.
I opened the washer and started to clean inside the drum. After three wipes inside the grey rubber seal, I had removed the following: Bits of eggshell, what looked like a piece of metal, and two unrecognisable items of food or waste?
Then got the laundry out of the spinner thingy, folded up and into the bag.
Wiped the drum and cleaned out the filter.
Reflux Roger was not helping with his making me take deep breaths in.
Still, at least I know the lungs are still working. Haha!
Up and got the togs stored away got the kettle on and had a wee-wee.
Got the computer started, and unfortunately, a Dizzy and out-of-it spell hit me. My EQ told me I was going to suffer today. I have to admit I hate it when these spells occur; I’m so out of self-control with how the mind gets its blanks, and confusion cause memory losses. Still, this one did not last long at all.
Then updated yesterday’s post and sent it off.
There I was, expecting the Morrison delivery to arrive soon, then I got this email.
They have cancelled the delivery, due to ‘operational issues’. Oh dearie me? I’ll have to try to get out for some stuff today then.
Went on Facebook to get caught up.
Got the ablutions tended to.
Got the bag and set off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation, telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed.
From here on things may get a little vague and or confused in places. Sorry about this, but blank spells in the memory took place here and there for the next five hours or so.
I did meet the Willmott-Dixon boss in the lift while going down and we spoke of things I’m not permitted to repeat on my blog by Nottingham City Homes Management. I think it was arranged for someone to call at the flat at 0830hrs in the morning to finish off the kitchen window holes and gaps.
The Social Hours, I think went very well. Much laughter, ribaldry, and even singing took place. (Vague memory)
I think I went on the bus to Arnold with Margaret. Get the feeling that I was talking with Margaret and not in control, confused.
Got some belly pork from Chambers Butchers. The last thing I needed? Went to Fulton Foods and got some BBQ cooking sauces (Neither wanted or needed), and something I did need, some bottles of mineral water.
Pretty sure I met Margret again in Asda. Again, I did not buy things I needed, but many I did not need. More spring water, potato slices, mushrooms, cheese curls, a turnip, and one thing I did mean to get, a packet of oven-bottom muffins. I know this, cause I found the food and receipts when I got home and the Blanks faded. (Vague memory)
I think Margaret and I caught the bus back together. Both loaded up with her trolley and my two heavy bags of fodder.
When we got back to the flats on the bus, Margaret had to wake me up. I do remember feeling a fool!
Can’t recall getting from the bus to the flats, but can remember saying cheerio to Margie in the lift?
I must have put the food away, cause I found it later.
There must be other stuff that I cannot recall that took place.
Health Checks were done, cause I found the results written down ready to go on the computer record.
Not sure about what happened next, but I woke up in the £300 second-hand recliner with a tray of half eaten dinner on my knee, and bits of crumbs etc. all around me, the TV was on. I panicked a bit. The first thing I did was to struggle out of the chair go and check taps, cooker etc. in case I’d left something on. All looked fine. I washed the meal pots.
I was feeling more in control now and remember most of what followed. No more blanks now.
Settled back down, turned off the TV. Then realised I had not checked in the wet room taps and sink, so got back up and did so. All clear in there. Phew!
After getting down in the recliner again, I fell asleep in almost seconds.
Woke with a heavy-head around 2230hrs. I laid there thinking through and making sketchy notes on the pad to use when I update this diary in the morning. A sudden decision was made. I will get up now and do the updating, for I feared if I left it, all the memories of the day would be lost. I found a sign over the Computer to remind me that the workman will be calling at 0830hrs about the window. I could not recall making this sign at all, but I was glad I had. Tsk!
So I got up, had a wee-wee and made a mug of tea, got the computer going and started to update this blog.
I was about to take a photo of the evening sky and the lights coming into the kitchen and was surprised to find a picture of last nights meal on the SD card when I downloaded the card onto the computer. I must say, considering I could not remember making this meal, let alone taking a picture of it, I was impressed with how good it looked but amazed that I should have made such a dirty-great big plateful! And, where did I get those fresh garden peas from? Hahaha!
This daytime photograph is yet another mystery. The date on the card told me I took it today at 1350hrs. No recollection of doing so at all.
Had the Aliens, ghosts or another mysterious entity done it for me? Also, like the meal picture, it was of a decent quality, had I actually taken them?
The night’s lights combined with Noisy Herbert’s made a decent shot.
It suddenly dawned on me (This type of dawning does happen occasionally), why I was so fascinated and thought the shot of the kitchen looked so different to other times.
It was the thicker and more numerous frames with having so much light blocked out.
Had another short, sharp wee-wee, and tool last nights medications that I had missed.
I pressed on with the updating, had another wee-wee and then made another mug of tea, as the morning arrived and hopefully, the memories of such a horrendously confusing day of ‘blanks’ was naively, destined never to happen again.
0350hrs: I woke up passing repetitive, most persistent elongated winds from the rear end, the stomach-churning, feeling dizzy and with Shaking Shaun in attendance.
My first thoughts were; “Hello, what’s going on here?”
Within minutes, things had calmed down (Thankfully!). The shakes and dizzies had departed, only the tummy grumbling persevered. Soon to be joined by Anne Gyna.
The early morning struggle to get free of the £300 second-hand recliner was achieved with relative ease today. Off to the kitchen to put the kettle on and get the Health Checks done.
Which had to wait a while, as I noticed the nose had been bleeding again. Off for a wee-wee and clean-up the facial features (Hehe!), and found that Little Inchies fungal lesion had suffered as well. But Harold’s haemorrhoids were not leaking, stinging, but not bleeding.
I got the computer started.
Back in the bedroom/front room to get the camera, and I spotted that Noisy Herbert was up and about.
I could see the light from his metal foundry and noise producing room above was lit up and offering a threatening of noise to come scenario. This caused me some concern.
Notice the reflection of the computer screen in the top picture? Unintended.
Back to the kitchen and I managed to manipulate my way through the tangles of security wires, through to the 4-inch gap as I opened the window as far as it would go.
Lumix out, and up to the right, I noticed that Herbert’s balcony floor had been broken. A bit scary to think that all there was keeping the old balcony from falling away while we stood on it, were a few metal rods and 2-inches of cement.
I took a final photograph of the misty morning view.
Then remembering that the staff at the surgery had booked me in for another late appointment at 1140hrs, my spirits drooped. I’m sure they do it on purpose, the swines. If they do it again, I’m going to stop giving them any nibbles. Not that this will make any difference to them.
Eventually, I got to do the Health Checks at last.
The pulse was down even further this time and an odd set of pulse readings up to now this week. Mon 82 – Tues 101 – Wed 73 and now 78. Up and down a bit lately?
I made up the log, so I could take it to the surgery for them to throw it away, ignore it, or use it in the WC.
Suddenly, crucially and with all haste available, I had to get to the Porcelain Throne. Bit of a panic, I don’t have the foggiest idea how I managed to get there in time. But I did, only just, mind! Messy, sloppy almost liquidified. Splashes and squirts of considerable force meant I lost a lot of time cleaning up afterwards! But, at least the piles had not been bleeding. While doing the cleaning and antisepticalisationing of the wet room contact surfaces, I remembered I must get to the Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic at the Queens Medical Centre soon, to get a replacement DVT First Responder Attention Card.
I got the Tuesday Diary finished off and posted. Went to the WordPress Reader, and replied to a comment.
Then began creating this post.
Got the nibble bags made up, paperwork in the jacket pocket, crossword book in the bag and had a wee-wee. I must remember to get to the Chemist as well, for the missing antacid medicine. Got the rubbish bags sorted and ready to take to the chute.
Got the ablutions and medicationalising tended to. Took the black bags with me on the way out. Pressed the call button on the elevators, and watched in amazement as the cages of both lifts, shot up and down missing me off for a good while. Eventually, I saw the doors glide (Well, more a scrape) open, it had arrived.
Unfortunately, at this time I realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Shmeggege! So back to the apartment and collected them. Got the lift quickly this time, and as I was going through the Foyer, there were Penny and Gladys (I think), two great, lovely ladies.
We had a laugh, joke, and natter for a few minutes. Then I had to set off. I met the plastic mending lad who I expected to arrive yesterday. He said he was poorly yesterday. One Day Man-Flu perhaps? Hahaha!
Along Chestnut Walk, and down Winchester Street hill. On to Mansfield Road in Sherwood, where this naughty Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came by a little too close for my comfort.
Give him credit though, after I called out my displeasure at his actions, avoiding using any bad language of course; the lad got off and pushed his bike along until there were no more pedestrians nearby him. Thank you, young man!
I carried on up the hill, and blow me, another Nottingham PAvement Cyclist came passed me even closer and more speedily!
I shouted out a Thank You, and he questioned my parentage and gave the one-finger salute, and just carried on.
Got to the surgery and logged in. Another new receptionist was on duty this morning. Shortly after I got the crossword book out, my delight was confirmed, it was Nurse Nichole who called me into her room. A few laughs as she sorted me out, gave her her nibbles bag, thanked her and the then dropped a bag off for the receptionists on the way out.
These flowers in a garden near the surgery had so many odd-looking small dark bees feasting on the pollen. I assumed. If anyone wouldn’t mind telling what flowers they are, I’d appreciate it. So pure white, beautiful!
Down into Carrington and called in the Chemists. I told the young lady about my not getting the bottles of antacid in with my prescriptions last week. She skulked off to talk to the dispensing chemist, who did not speak to me at all. She returned to tell me they have none in stock at the moment, but will order some? My EQ said to me that the naughty little Shaygets of a pharmacist knew the medicine was not on the bag of prescriptions before! She added that I could try Friday or Monday when they should have been delivered. This all sounded dodgy to me! I told them that, “I’d been without any medicine for two days now, so what’re another five days agony to worry about.” I need not have bothered. All I got back was vague, blank, empty, hollow, puzzled expression as she wandered back to the chemist. What a credulous, yet gullible person I am!
I left the shop feeling a little like I’d been conned again and went in the Lidl shop. I came out with Strawberry Ice Cream cones, Plain yoghourts some cheese twists, seasoned sliced potatoes and a tray of Hasselback Potatoes. No, I’d never seen or heard of them before.Contents listed as, potatoes, rapeseed, flaxseed, sea salt, black pepper, natural flavourings? Spice extracts and sunflower oil.
I used the self-serve tills and was struggling to find the cheese twists to input, and a young man came to me and calmly showed me where to see them in the system, and inputted them for me. With a smile, no sneering, snorting or dirty looks either! They won’t hang on to him for long, he’s too sociable and helpful for Lidl. I thanked him, paid the bill and went out to get a bus back into Sherwood.
I got off of the bus and popped over the crossing and called in the Wilko store. I got some Dia-Limit capsules. Stress relief tablets, another bottle of the liquid soap flakes and something for the raffle prizes at the social hour meeting 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, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents Porta-Kabin, tomorrow.
I’ve never seen these before, flowers yes, I got one for Jenny a while ago, but never Tomato seeds are grown in a can?
Could be interesting. Hehe!
I called in the Co-op shop in the hopes of finding some fresh pod peas, and they had some in stock! Yehaa!
Caught the bus up to the flats, and met Cyndy as she got on the bus, a chinwag with a lady on the bench.
Then walked towards the flats and Cathy came out to hand me the DVDs she had been watching, bless her.
It looked like an Air-Conditioning unit was being fitted on the second floor.
Of course, it might have been anything really.
The Willmott-Dixon lads looked to be fully occupied and busy, scattered about between the two old courts and the new build.
I hobbled on and got into the building and up in the lift.
When I was getting out of the elevator, I noticed the lights were on inside the shaft. So I took a picture in the gap in the floor, so we know how far we have to go if the lifts fail. Hehe!
To the flat and by then I had to scuttle about a bit to get to have a tinkle in time. All was well, though.
Did the Health Checks.
I got the food purchased out of the bags and took a photograph or two of them.
All the purchases rogether
Fresh Pod Peas - I'm frothing at the mouth! Hehe!
As I was doing this, the doorbell rang out. It was the plastic’s lad, come to make a mess for me and leave the curtains where I can’t get them back up or down. Bless the little scallywag!
He was only here for about fifteen minutes or so. Here are the results:
Precision...
Clean & Tidy finish
Care and attention...
In a pickle with the curtains now. Hehe!
But he is a likeable lad and is being driven mad with all the changes and alterations to his schedule, thus moans from tenants, he keeps getting. No complaints from me, though. Oh, maybe the curtains? Hehe!
At last, we can see the progress being made at last. But having the electrician in to do the fitting of the Fire Sprinklers is very unnerving. As I’ve mentioned before, the chap who fitted the wet room for me, was brilliant! Cleaned up as he went along all the time. And he had to take out the bath, drill into the remove the old floor and lay a new one, do the tiles, etc. It took him seven days on his own. The electricians who came to link up the power, and they made more mess in 12 minutes than the other chap made in a week of working.
So it should be understood that I actually fear the electricians being let free in every room and the hallway to fit the sprinkler system. Oy vey!
Then, of course, we have the new fire alarm and the… Never mind!
It looks like a battleground in selected areas. Haha! Only joking folks.
I got on with updating this post, did the last Health Checks and got the meal prepared for digging into with my ever-decreasing number of teeth. Hehehe!
I hope the new Hasselback potatoes are okay. Wasn’t Steven Seagal called Hassleback in the brilliant Under Seige film? I might watch this on DVD tonight instead of the Gogglebox.
Served up the nosh. By gum, those Hasselback spuds were delicious! The garden peas were not as sweet as I expected them to be. The cheese twist was delicious, though.
Overall an 8.9/10 taste rating.
I removed the cotton wool and plaster from the blood vein area. I noticed that the tiny black specs on the mole or spot (whatever they are called) above, had returned. Crossing my fingers that this one does not disintegrate and cause problems like the one did last year.
I shan’t bother telling any medical staff at the surgery, I know that I’ll get one of the two regular comments. Either “Keep an eye on it!” or, “What can you expect, with all your problems and being on Warfarin” Hey-ho!
I got settled again and watched the Under Seige film on DVD. Kept falling asleep and having to rewind, but I got through it in the end.
I hoped I don’t become wamblecropt, with eating all those gorgeous potatoes. (Belch!).
0405hrs: Believe this or not, but it is true. I woke up with a start, full of determination and conviction that something needs attention in the spare room. (Had I dreamt this?) I then jemmied my distended, bloated, protuberant, ovoid body mass from the £300 second-hand recliner in what seemed at the time, like seconds (An impossibility,admittedly).
There I was, stood in my bloodied protection pants and slippers, looking like a bald Popeye’s Bluto in the reflection of the window, pondering. As I did my best to remember what it was that I had gone in that room for, to do or whatever reason. I still await a resolution to this puzzle. Shlimazel!
I tried to get this annoyance from my mind, which was an easy enough task, as the grey-cells began to fill up with with the usual worries, fears, frustrations, and floccinaucinihilipilification.
But even these thoughts were put on a back burner by the brain; when I stubbed my toe going for a wee-wee. I silently uttered a few well-chosen, if naughty words to myself, then cleaned up and into the kitchen to do the Health Checks.
Took the medications and made a brew.
Thought about the depressed and miserable young, Good looking (Makes yer sick, dunnit? Hehehe!) sub-contractor worker who will be calling today to damage the window framing on the balcony some more and leave me with a mess to clean up again. The poor lad is so down with his messy, disorganised duties, I feel so sorry for him.
Then, there’s the meeting at 1400hrs (providing the chap is not working in the flat at the time), about the fire sprinkler training and educational session. To be held in 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, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.
I finally made a start on updating this diary, so far as to here. Then finished of yesterdays and got it posted off.
Rushed off to the Porcelain Throne, of dear, Trotsky Terence playing up again.
Did a bit of work on graphicalisationing, then got the ablutions done.
Made another brew and back on the computer to update this blatherskite.
0815hrs: The young man could be arriving anytime from now onwards today, to titivate around the inside of the balcony window. I noticed that the balcony had had some top insulations broken off, and some the brackets put on a few weeks ago, removed? A smaller bracketing section was now lying on top of the base.
I went on to WordPress Reader to catch-up.
Then used CorelDraw to catch-up with the advance blog draughts, or should that be draft?
1155hrs: Still not got any graphics done, but I have collated them ready to make a start on.
The Willmott-Dixon lads have been at it with the drilling outside the window.
A blinding headache now to add to Duodenal Donald’s angst! And no medicine, cause the Chemists missed it off on my bag of prescriptions! I cannot go to fetch any today, because I’m waiting in for the Good looking disgustingly handsome young man coming to do the putting right of the balcony inner door frame, and, if he does get it done before 1400hrs, I’ve got the Fire Sprinkler lecture to go to.
I went for another wee-wee, and then to make a mug of tea. The hoist and working lads moved down a floor while I was doing this, and the noise lessened. Phew!
The photo below on the right of the balcony base, looked no different to the earlier one I took? Seems they were working on the underneath of the balcony?
Make an effort get the graphics sorted, finished and saved. Back on to CorelDrawing.
Spent another two and a half hours on the page tops. But got the week’s supply done. During which, Herbert joined in audio-mayhem, but only the twice. The pitch level was horrendous on the drilling.
I got the potatoes into the oven, and the Health Checks were done.
No signs of the chap who is booked in to do the plastic restoration work yet. 1440hrs. Have I spent the day in for nothing? Not being able to get out to get the medicine? A definite sign of dissatisfaction and Pissed-offedness is brewing.
Back to CorelDraw and created a few more page top graphicalisations.
Got the meal done, hoping the plastic-specialist lad does not arrive late while I’m eating it.
The last of the seasoned potatoes, sugar snap peas, gherkins, tomatoes, mushrooms, beetroots, boiled eggs and pork pie. Last of the sourdough bread and butter and a mug of clementine juice.
IT went down very well, too! An overall rating was given for this one of 8.8/10.
Did the Health Checks and got my head down.
Put the TV on, as an aid to my nodding-off.
It was amazing that I fell into the land of much-needed nod so quickly.
I was woken an hour or so later, but could not ascertain for sure what had awoken me. By the time I’d got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and moved to the door to have a search – there was Jenny’s Frank walking down the hallway.
Bless him, for he bore a gift of two Pork Farms pork pies.
I was still a little confused with just coming back into the land of the living, and cannot recall all that was said to me. I thanked him vociferously and put the pies in the fridge. I’ll have to find out if anything was arranged or agreed on in the conversation, tomorrow.
The poor lad must have been trying to get my attention for ages, to get in the flat, but without the hearing aids in, I could not hear him. Tsk! Thanks, Jenny and Frank!
I took a photo after Frank had departed, and caught my reflection in the window (A scare at any time doing this!), I realised I’d had a nose-bleed, and the blood had congealed on my moustache. Nothing to fret about, this happens every now and then when the INR Warfarin Blood Level is a little high.
I wonder what Frank must have thought when he saw it? Oh dear!
Returned to the chair, but could I get to sleep again? No!
I took this picture on the right later, when I had to get up again to have a wee-wee.
I had a dream when I first managed to doze off again. Crystal clearly, and entirely emotionless, I was climbing these long steep steps up to the towards the guillotine (Which would be an impossibility with Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Hippy Hilda). High into the sky… I could not get there, the rungs went on forever. My only concern was, had I left the kitchen tap running?
So, looking back on the day:
The Nottingham City Homes – Willmott Dixon appointment was not kept. Which of course keeps up their 100% nonfeasance record of never arriving when arranged to by appointments they made.
I have had to miss the meeting about the Fire Alarm Sprinklers, waiting in for the chap to come, who didn’t.
The Willmott-Dixon failure (Not unexpected naturally with their record at risk); Also meant I could not get out to collect the Antacid medicine that the Chemist had failed to give me with my prescriptions.
Also, their repeated negligence has kept me indoors and on tenter-hooks all day – Again!
0325hrs: I woke up with, action stations, panic mode and fear-of-embarrassment modes all operational! I had to release my bladder contents with urgency. Detaching my bulbous frame from the £300 second-hand recliner proved to be a painful effort, with my doing it so quickly. Off to the wet room for my wee-wee. This proved to be an inconcinnity ridden activity, that took a never-ending period of significant duration in getting it to stop. Huh! A tinge of red to the evacuated liquid. I must remember to mention this to the nurse. Washed and changed the PPs. Much leaking from the fungal lesion, the only thing that bothered me at all today. I’ll have a good go at medicating things when I do the ablutions.
Reflux Roger and Duodenal Duncan were the only real hindrances this morning.
Into the kitchen and got the Health Checks done. The pulse was down again and the temperature back to normal methinks.
I went to fetch some more PPs out of the spare room and took this photo with the small camera.
Made a mug of tea and set about updating the Thursday diary.
Again, it took me a long while, because of the many photographicalisations I took in Nottingham City Centre and on the bus needed sorting out.
During which, I got an email from the doctors. It read as in the snipped picture.
No mention of what the Warfarin level was. But the important stuff was there. I took an extra half of a Warfarin. I replied thanking them and confirmed the appointment. Spelling mistakes virtue of the receptionist, not me. Haha!
After much and many amendments and corrections, I finally got the updating session completed and got it posted off to WordPress.
Off for another wee-wee. The lesion had been bleeding again. Tsk! Cleaned up and to the kitchen to make another small mug of tea.
I liked this photo I took. But it seemed to get me into a caliginous thinking frenzy for some reason.
The already chipped and dirty window ledges that stop me taking decent photographs directly-downwards. The Foam or Silicone filler sticking out from the frame. The cars parked below made me jealous of the more affluent tenants who could still afford to run a vehicle and were fit enough to keep their licences. The houses out there, with families in them. Oh yes; the pathetic lugubriosity, the self-loathing and the abjections, unwantedly poured into my being again! What a schlepper!
But not for long. For natures, new growths in this shot, my nemophilistic admiration of woodlands, and my appreciation of those who try to help others soon turned off the tormenting superincumbent manic thoughts that had been flowing into the grey cell’s bone container moments earlier. I was me again! The momentary angst-riddeness now defeated! Phew!
I also received a very heartwarming lovely supportive email from Jenny, that further boosted my confidence and was much welcomed.
Time shot-by. I made a quick start on this blog as far as here. Then got the midday Health Checks done. The nervous-making drop in the pulse continued! Down to 76, now!
I’ll now take a look at what it should be, it might be right, I don’t know. Back in a while.
Had a look. I was a bit confused though. Google told me: “For a 70-year-old man, your MHR is around 150. The American Council on Exercise advises exercising at between 50 and 80 percent of your MHR, which is 75 to 120 beats per minute. Never exceed 85 percent, as this could cause cardiovascular problems. An average resting pace for adults is between 60 and 100 beats per minute. Too much to absorb, so I searched further.
Target HR Zone 50-85% – Average Maximum Heart Rate 75 > 100 beats per minute.
I further delved into trying to find the rate for someone with an Aorta Valve replacement. Not helpful for me this one either. It’s a good job I didn’t want to train as a heart-surgeon because all this is stultiloquence to my uneducated brain! Hahaha!
I tried again. Health Central the page greeted me with: “Hi, and thank you for your question. First off, I would recommend speaking with your doctor about what your heart rate should be with your specific condition, but please find below general information on heart rate that might be helpful to you.
There are different formulae to estimate the expected peak heart rate for your age. As a general guideline, some people use a heart rate of 220 minus your age (assuming that you are not on drugs which limit your heart rate response such as beta-blocking drugs, if you are, ask your physician to give you a more appropriate target rate). When starting an exercise program, aim for a target of 50%. Your goal is to be able to stay in the 65 to 75% of maximum heart rate range for 30 minutes per day, 4 or 5 days per week. The following chart may be helpful. On which it revealed: 155 beats per minute 70 years” Erm…?
Is this the pulse then? If it is, I could be in the boat without a paddle as mine is 76?
At this, I gave up. I’ll ask the nurse on the next blood-test to confirm the range it should be in. I reckon I’ve got myself confused, somewhere along the line? Hehehe!
I looked at the comments on WordPress, and replied, only three to answer.
Popped into the WordPress Reader section. Some good stuff on there today.
Went on Facebook. Amazingly it did not go slowly or freeze on me once. However, comments kept disappearing, and occasionally it changed the page I was on, to another?
I’d spent many hours that flew-by on this Facebook.
Did the Health Checks and the medicines were taken.
Then got the meal earlier than normal for me. Gammon rashers cooked in the oven, a can of tomatoes and tomato and basil sauce. The two slices of Scottish bread seen here on the tray, turned into five slices as I added another three later. But there were no chips or potatoes? Guilty then! Lemon Bliss desert and Clementine Juice for afters.
I put the tray on the armchair next to the recliner; promptly fell asleep.
Woke up two and a half hours later and got the last Health Checks done.
No Enoxaparin injections for a while now, with the INR Warfarin level has gone up a tad..
Realised I’d made a mess with some of the dosage pots again. So I got them resorted. Got a mug of Clementine juice and to the recliner.
Just about to doze off, and the fluctuant vacillatory fears arose; Did I turn the tap off? I had no choice but to exit the £300 second-hand recliner and check every room for anything I may have forgotten to do. Huh!
Once more, I got settled in the recliner, turned on the TV, and damnations, I could not get to sleep again!
Well, I did eventually, but it was very late on by then.
00550hrs: Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner within minutes of waking. Some form of rare-determination and will-power had overtaken my usually tepid yet obedient to psychosis and wandering off of on its own accord vacillating route and path of my mind.
I collected the ready to go laundry bag with togs and accoutrements and was off and down the lift by 0112hrs.
Into the laundry room and got the machine going in a couple of minutes. Then back up in the lift to the apartment and straight on the computer to start creating this post off.
The time flew, and it was soon time to go back down and move the laundry into the dryer.
A belated note about another of our clan of residents passing away. We’re dropping like flies this year!
Back up to the flat again, had a wee-wee and made a brew.
Odd that no Porcelain Throne demands had been made yet from the innards?
I got the Health Checks tended to. Made up the graph for the nurse on Wednesday’s blood test.
As I was taking the medications, I wondered whether I should still be swallowing so many of the pink Trental Pentoxifylline tablets. I was prescribed them before the heart operation years ago.
I looked them up. The first site said; “These medications work by improving blood flow in the arms and legs. Pentoxifylline is used to treat chronic circulation disorders of the arms and legs, such as intermittent claudication (peripheral arterial disease) or trophic ulcers due to a poor blood supply.” I dug further, did a search with the name and heart, and got: “For patients with chronic occlusive peripheral vascular disorders of the extremities.” The last page indicated; Side Effects
The information possibly goes a way to explaining things. I might ask Dr Vindla about this later. They had mentioned possibilities relating to current ailments: Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna and Dizzy Dennis?
Down to collect the laundry from the dryer.
Noticed another new sign on the notice board this time, a plea from the owner of a Glade Air Freshener spray, who lives in flat 21, for it to be returned by whoever nicked it!
Add this to the things stolen from the Obergruppenfurher Wardens Temporary Shed and Social Hut, and I think we may have to call in Columbo, Frost or Sherlock Holmes in to sort them out. Hehe!
Extracted the clothing and got it folded and into the bag. Cleaned the filter and drum and found yet another odd sock!
Up to the apartment with the bag, and got it stored away.
It was 0320hrs when I had finished all the laundry room duties. Good going eh?
I did take a photograph of the electronic signboard near the lifts, but that too disappeared into the ether! I’m getting fed-up with this happening!
Just like yesterday morning, I heard that loud noise as if something was falling and landing on something hard? But there was no way could I identify where it was originating from. Most annoying.
I then updated this blog to here. Then, finished off the Sunday diary.
Went to make a small mug of tea. Waiting for the kettle to boil, I went in the spare room to have a search for the odd brown sock. No luck!
But I did take this photo from the window. Bit of a ‘Moody’ one, do you think?
Back to my beloved computer to Check the Emails. Can you believe it!
Luckily it returned in a few minutes. But going so slow now. Took me ages to get the email postings done.
The flat has turned cold suddenly. My legs felt so cold too. I went around to check the windows and door were all shut and closed-to. The door was closed and locked. Spare room window, the wind was coming in through the two areas awaiting filling-in. The Kitchen window frames not letting anything in, but where the vast regions are also pending filling-in were, not only wind but rain was coming in! The front room, where the deeper holes around the outer frame, where I can see the pebble-like stones that fill the outer wall, it was moving the curtains with the incoming wind!
Back to the kitchen and made a mug of tea – and had to leave it to get cold, due to the startlingly accelerated need to use the Porcelain Throne! Another multi-coloured evacuation today, but far less messy with it, and no blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. So glad I invested in the Germaloid cream, now! The fungal lesion was a different story though, fresh and dried blood everywhere. Still, it is a quotidian event recently, so no surprise to me.
The tea was still just about warm enough to drink, so back to the computer.
I made the WP comments, then went to the WordPress Reader section. Next, back onto CorelDraw to create the header graphics for seven days, and save them to drafts. It took me over three hours, but I was pleased I’d got them done.
During these three-and-a-bit hours, boy did the weather change!
Did the Health Checks. Then back to the WordPress Reader then Comments.
I wish I could send some of the rain to Alburquerque for my cyber-friend Tim to have. There’s a bit of a shortage of precipitation in New Mexico. Thinking of this reminded me that Tim made a comment on Saturdays post, which made me larf!
“From Tim Saturday: Ace Inspector Inchcock comes in on the scene of a murder. “What do you think Ace Inspector?” asks one of the officers on the scene. “I think I have towee-wee.” Replies Ace Inspector Inchcock. While standing at the urinal waiting for his prostate and bladder to reach an agreement, he looks up at the ceiling and reads “What are you looking up here for? The joke’s in your hand!” After a few chuckles, Ace Inspector Inchcock says “That’s it!” “What’s it?” the officer asked as he walked into the wet room. “The Joker!” Replied Ace Inspector Inchcock. “The Joker did it.” And the brilliant Ace Inspector Inchcock solved another murder.
Hehehe! It tickled me.
Made a mug of tea again, and did the third Health Checks. Tidied the wet room up.
Noise from BBJ above. Got the oven warming up, ready for the meal.
Feeling drained as well, now.
Got the meal served up.
An Asda-Walmart Cumberland Pie with extra cheese on top, half a mini-minced-beef puff pastry pie, tomatoes, mashed potatoes with cheese and some seaweed.
Followed by a lemon mousse and a mug of fresh orange juice.
Ate it all up, then tried the internet.
Computer back on again.
Not that I could do much on it, as Craig Cramps came on in the left hand and fingers. I couldn’t have picked my nose let alone type accurately.
Went for a wee-wee, that was interesting with the fingers all bent, painful and uncontrollable. Hehe!
I turned off the computer, too tired mentally to concentrate, anyway.
Another wee-wee and I settled down for an extended period of nods-off-waking-ups.
0300hrs: No need for me to waken and wait for the brain to join the body this morning. I didn’t have any sleep last night at all. Depressingly, my night’s activities were: Watching the platitudinous, banal TV, listening to Herbert in the flat above banging about and getting up now and then to take a photograph of the snow. Sad, or what?
Off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
-3°c outside, and it felt the same inside. And, I can hear you asking how is that then. This is because this old fart left the window open when he took his last picture hours ago! Humph!
I took these two photographs of the conditions outside. It looked a bit bleak. Another day of hibernating and vegetating indoors methinks. There are no buses anyway on a Sunday. Mind you, if there were, I don’t think they would get up or down the Winchester Street Hill anyway. My mind seemed to be concentrating on the negative side of things and life this cold morning.
I made a brew in the small mug, and I had some extra milk in it than usual, because Duodenal Donald was giving me some terrible stick.
The fears and worries in my confused brain were natatorial, flashing and annoying me. Because I was not in a frame of mind, to concentrate very well. I expect this was due to the total lack of sleep.
I started on finishing off yesterday’s diary. Got it completed and posted off, then the sudden grumbling and rumbling in the innards forced me to the Porcelain Throne; and what a session it was. So much blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little inchies Lesion, it startled even me for a while. Deep red and lots of it. Medication and cleansed thing up. Duodenal Donald continued with such enthusiasm, I began to feel a bit atrabilious, and the stomach started to feel… what’s the word for it? Delicate, with a new to me, aching just below the belly button. It felt tight, yet wobbly. No that isn’t the words. Tsk!
I wonder if Noisy Herbert above will start with his banging and knocking about again today? Silly question, of course, he will, it’s the weekend!
Off to the kitchen to make a brew. Knocking things like the tray, bottles of vinegar and sauce and the crock-pot off of the counter as went in. Purely luck, that they fell into the rubbish bins, thus saving any noise to upset my neighbours. No question about my worrying about Herbert above, sometimes I wish I could make return noises that just affect him. But not this morning, I have no energy left to waste on hatred or revenge.
No question about it, I’m feeling snarky, ratty, and crotchety with myself. I’m a grumpy lad indeed.
Had a wee-wee. Made another brew.
I got this post started off.
Returned to the kitchen, with a feeling of dread that I might have left the tap (faucet) running in the sink. Thankfully all was okay and no calamities.
I took a picture o this rather picturesque scene of one of the roads opposite.
It looked like no one had been walking on the snow in this road. Ramsdale Crescent I think it is named. If anyone has to go out from there, they may have troubles. Mind you, it might thaw out quickly yet?
I did notice down below, somebody had had the pleasure of being the first person to walk along Chestnut Walk.
I went to Facebooking next. Praying that it will not freeze on me again.
Virgin Media Internet Down Again! As Tim Price, cleverly put it in an email to me: “Virgin should just give you an Internet voodoo kit with pigeon feathers, monkey blood, sparrow bones, an eye of newt and bat guano to use for incantations, hocus pocus and giving your router a magical stink eye. It’s more fun than simply unplugging, waiting five minutes and all that stuff.”
Turned everything off and rebooted to see if that would help me get back on the internet supplied and increased in charge five times by Virgin Media!
Tried resetting without any luck, still two blue lights not lit on the box.
Unplugged the unreliable, unconcerned cause they still take the money each month Virgin box. Left it a few minutes and replugged it and turned on again. Nothing. Well, fancy that. Hehehe, I like it!
A wee-wee and I stewed wondering how I could get my own back at the Cable Cowboys Liberty Global who lassoed Virgin Media with a huge £15bn deal. They also have bought Formula 1 racing business, All3Media (50% ownership with Discovery Communications) ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding). Deep breath: Lionsgate (12% ownership with Discovery Communications), Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership), Viceland Belgium (a joint venture with Vice Media), UPC Broadband, UPC Austria, UPC Czech Republic, UPC Magyarország (Hungary). UPC Polska (Poland), UPC Romania, UPC Slovakia, UPC Switzerland, e-fon (49% ownership), UPC DTH, UPC Direct (Hungary), Freesat (the Czech Republic and Slovakia), Focus Sat (Romania), Unitymedia (Germany). Virgin Mobile UK (United Kingdom), Virgin Media Ireland (Republic of Ireland), TV3 Group, Virgin Mobile (Ireland), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership). Vodafone Netherlands, Viceland Netherlands (a joint venture with Vice Media), Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport, Totaal Markets. Liberty Puerto Rico, a provider of pay TV, Internet, and telephone services, CWC’s operations in Seychelles, named Cable and Wireless Seychelles. All3Media (50% ownership with Discovery Communications). ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding), Lionsgate (12% ownership with Discovery Communications), Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership), Viceland Belgium (a joint venture with Vice Media). UPC Broadband, UPC Austria, UPC Czech Republic, UPC Magyarország (Hungary), UPC Polska (Poland), UPC Romania, UPC Slovakia. UPC Switzerland, e-fon (49% ownership), UPC DTH, UPC Direct (Hungary). Freesat (the Czech Republic and Slovakia), Focus Sat (Romania), Unitymedia (Germany). Virgin Mobile UK (United Kingdom). Virgin Media Ireland (Republic of Ireland), TV3 Group, Virgin Mobile (Ireland), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), Vodafone Netherlands, Viceland Netherlands (a joint venture with Vice Media). Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport, Totaal Markets, Liberty Puerto Rico, a provider of pay TV, Internet, and telephone services and CWC’s operations in the Seychelles named Cable and Wireless Seychelles.
Or rather, billion-billionaire top Chairman, Michael T Fries, who earns $111.9million a year. And that is only from one of his companies. Naturally, he must get expenses as well and besides.
I wonder if he is even aware of the pathetic performance and demoralised staff and customers since his take-over? Potato cakes with cheese and tomatoes baked, sliced apple, beetroot, BBQ nibbles, red onion, pork pie with crust removed (The weight you know? Haha!), roast courgettes, parsnip and peppers. Lemon Mousse to finish off with. Mmm! Wish I could have made one for my TFZers to dine with me. Humph!
Anyway, after deciding I can’t get my revenge on him, and typing this little monologue above about his crap service, I felt a tad better. Not as good as if could have found him and eliminated him, mind, but a little cheerier, just at the thought. Then, it came back on! Hurrah! Back to semi-sanity.
Back to finish off on Facebook. Problems in importing photos now! Had to give up on it. Tsk!
Hello! Noisy Herbert in the flat above is at it again. Scraping noises, banging too.
To WordPress Reader next. Then the comments.
Had another go on Facebooking. Stuttery and slow, but got a lot done, it just took me hours to get done. Humph!
Duodenal Donald was terribly bothersome again. Settled to watch some TV. Watched the Wigan v Southampton Cup match. Well, when I had not nodded off that is. Great game.
Did the Health Checks.
Did the ablutions and medicalisationing without too much bother.
Got the nosh prepared.
Fresh pork knuckle, chips, tomatoes, red onion, sugar snap peas, apple slices and a Lemon Mousse. (It may appear that I’m consuming lemon desserts a lot lately? That’s cause it is still on offer price). The orange juice was not touched for some reason.
0035hrs: Woke up while dreaming of running a corner shop that had no customers, bare shelves, was battered and looked and felt like it had suffered bomb damage. I was crying my sorrows to a stuffed cuddly model terrier dog, and trying to feed it Marmite Crisps?
The nosh tray lay on the other chair, the empty plate, a knife, fork and spoon the only contents. There were no signs of any other nocturnal nibbling around this morning. Although, the remote control for the DVD and a battery charger lay across the room on the carpet near the mini-vacuum cleaner? I had a sense that I was in the exact same location and position as the one I drifted off to sleep in.
The top of the back, chest top and shoulders were aching and itching. Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were fighting for precedence in the ailment stakes. I could feel the dried blood in the PPs. Attention is needed, I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner almost with ease, and off to the wet room and Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was far less messy this time, almost a pleasure.
Funny how one thinks at times. I pondered on whether I should warn my fellow Pile-Sufferers, not to use the quilted toilet paper. It gets shredded on the pustules and or dried blood, and it becomes a nightmare to remove, starting them off bleeding again. Just a thought, sorry. Anyone out there wanting any quilted toilet rolls can call to collect them. Hehe!
Little Inchies lesion was washed, dried and medicated, Harold’s Haemorrhoids the same. I thought as I was doing these unpleasant tasks before going to do the Health Checks and take the medications’ If someone had told me how things were going to get sixty-years ago, I don’t think I would have believed them. For once, not feeling sorry for myself about things, just curious as to how well I think I’ve been coping. Then stopping these thoughts abruptly when I recognised the foolishness of over-confidence. Hehe! Had a clean-up and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.
Took the medications, made a mug of tea and got the camera, opened the kitchen window, leant out, and got wet in the light-soak-you-through rain.
Tsk!
Turned to the left and got a half-decent shot of Chestnut Walk and the parked cars, the cranes and the street lights that give-off a Christmas-like scene to me, anyway.
Straight down for the next picture. The puddles of rain I could see with the naked eye, did not show in the frame for some reason?
Then I got the computer on to start this post.
Then I set about finishing of yesterdays diary. Got it posted off.
The need for diary page headers needed attention as I have none left in advance. So, onto CorelDraw to do a few up.
After an hour or so… Oh, dear, attention needed to the Fungal Lesion! So I got the ablutions done while I was in the wet room. By the time I’d got this done, there was none left to do any more graphicalising work, and I got myself ready for the trip to Nottingham City Centre.
Remembered to take the best umbrella, the costly Storm-Proof one I bought from Coopers. This will be the first time I’ve used this in heavy rain, glad I bought it now.
Took the black bags and dropped them down the waste chute on the way down.
Out onto Chestnut Walk in front of the apartments, brolly up, and ambled along to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Temporary Hut. The rain wasn’t too hard, but it looked set in.
Walking by the parked cars and I could smell something acrid, but it did not smell like petrol to me. It appeared that one of the vehicles had or was leaking something and it was draining into the sewers.
I pressed on and to shelter in the Wardens shed.
I hope Jenny is alright, I’ve not seen her for a while. Both the Wardens were out doing their rounds. The room slowly filled with folk joining me in waiting for the bus out of the rain. Had an enjoyable chinwagging session and laugh with them all. Welsh William was in good form, his insults and insinuendos were thick fast and witty. Some of my most favourite ladies were there. Two of the girl tenants told me of a fire in a flat for the last two Sundays or Saturdays, both apartments having had fires already earlier this year. They informed me that both tenants were alcoholics and were to be moved where they can have more supervision and an eye kept on them. I thought about pretending to be an alcoholic myself and getting a new flat application in? Haha!
Out to get on the bus, it was lovely being able to hear bits of what the clan were saying for once. The hearing aids seemed more efficient today, very puzzling
In town, I dropped off along with some other tenants, on Upper Parliament Street.
I got the best umbrella out of the bag, the costly Storm-Proof one I bought from Cooper’s, and it broke when I put it up! A white cord appeared, all chewed up, from the top centre of the pole bit! Damgloberations!
I popped into the Poundworld Store to get a cheap one from there and changed my mind when I remembered seeing some larger ones at the Sports Direct Shop last week. This proved a somewhat costly mistake for me.
As I left the shop to walk to Clumber Street, to have a look at the umbrellas they had on sale, I saw these poor pigeons. They were in a right state, neither could seem to stand or walk properly and were sodden wet through.
Felt a bit sorry for them.
The shop had cunningly placed a large display of umbrellas, right near the doors at the front of the entrance. They offered some at 2 for £6, they were not the collapsible type. I thought, they will have a larger area for cover, and they were a fair price too. I made my way to the pay counter. Foolish move! I ended up buying two crew sweaters, the umbrellas and just what I didn’t need more socks! £33 lighter, I left the shop and out into the rain. But, of course, I now had three umbrellas to carry, the broken one I put in a waste-bin further down Clumber Street. The two long ones, I struggled with much. They were too long to go in the bag, and I had to use one at the same time.
They were coloured deep red and felt very delicate, and I just knew they would not last long. Taking this photograph on Clumber Street, I had to put the bag down, hold the umbrella, stop the other one from falling over from in the carrier, and manipulate the camera.
What a picklement I got into taking today’s shots!
I hobbled along while the bag got filled up with rainwater and the shoes letting precipitation in now as well!
And forever having to adjust the brolly in the bag or pick it up when it fell over. Uncomfortable would be the word… messy and wet!
Through the Slab Square.
Down to Wheeler Gate and into the Marks & Sparks Food Hall in the basement. Where I bought two small pork pies and two boxes of triple-fried fresh oven chips.
I took this photo as I departed from the store. I walked back up towards the City Centre.
I slipped a Big Issue seller near St Peter’s Church a couple of quid. He looked wet and in need enough to me!
Up Exchange Walk and I crossed South Parade into the front of the Council House.
Where I took these pictures. The damp, dank atmosphere and pessimistic, depressed looking Nottinghamians did nothing to lift my spirits. Then as I made this one of the Slab Square: a wet warm sensation from the Fungal Lesion area. This was turning into a struggle of a trip out for me now
I took this last photograph of the back of the right Lion in front of the Council House building, facing Queen and King Street. And made my way up there to the L9 bus stop, one was due in three minutes.
I had a most pleasant discussion with a lady on the bus en route. Amazed at how we both shared the same views on how the world is going to pot and missing beef dripping sold from basins with thick jelly on the bottom! ♥
Offered my fond farewells as she got off the bus two stops before the flats.
Back at Chestnut Walk, the roadway was partially flooded. I think it was just due to the excessive rainfall and the drains struggling to clear in.
As I neared Woodthorpe Court, I could see that the workmen were still hard at it, even in these conditions.
Sooner them than me up there. Hehe!
As I moved off on my way to the apartment, I felt the rainwater squelching in the right shoe, and the blood flowing from down below and the lesion.
So I knew the first things that needed attention when I got indoors.
Got in, put down the wet bags and brollies, into the wet room. Cleaned up the fungal lesion, Daktarin cream applied, had a wee-wee, new PPs adorned, changed the socks after drying the right foot, then I threw the shoes in the rubbish bin. I got into the night attire.
Hung up the wet clothes to dry. Got the used new brolly opened to let it dry-off in the spare room, put the other one in the hallway. Then emptied the carrier, drained the rainwater from it and threw that away in the now full bin.
At this point, it dawned on me that I had a sore throat coming on, and was coughing a little. Hope it doesn’t get any worse.
Got the Cumberland pie, added a lot of extra grated cheese on top of it, and the triple-cooked chips into the oven cooking. Did the Health Checks and took the meds.
Got the mini sausages, sliced apple, halved min tomatoes with onion salt and lemon mousse on the tray ready.
I gave the pie and chips a little longer in the oven, so they browned up a bit more. Absolutely fabulous meal! 9.58/10 rated this time!
So tired now, but I’d dried out well. Haha!
Got watching some Jonathan Creek episodes on the DVD player. Viewed through two full ones too, before nodding off into the land of dreams.
