0120hrs: Woke with a jump, start and rude awakening. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and onto the computer to do up a graphic and added it to yesterday’s diary.
Things in the ailments department were so good this morning. I had no bother with the new wrist pains, Hernia Harry, Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis, Haemorrhoid Harold, Hippy Hilda, Dizzy Dennis and Reflux Valve Roger were all kind to me. Only Anne Gyna and Toothache Timothy were giving me a bit of hassle, pain-wise.
Off to the Porcelain Throne, a decent session this time, and minimal bleeding from Harold, even the rear-end stinging was far less than of recent.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Things looked okay, apart from the weight I’m afraid.
That seems determined to go up daily lately, Tsk!
The pulse has gone down this week up to now. If that is good or bad, I’m not sure, okay I think? I’ll check on the web later.
After I’d taken the medications, I realised how early it was in the day. Humph!
I got the Tuesday dairy done and posted, then went onto WordPress Reading and Email checking.
Oh, just noticed the reminder note on the TV screen.
Morrison delivery this morning, 0730>0830hrs. Also, the pink note that Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana had kindly supplied me with, to prompt me about the man (Ryan) from the Nottingham City Homes calling next Tuesday afternoon to talk to me about getting a fire-alarm Strobe fitted in the flat. Bless her cotton socks!
I halved some of the bitter-tasting Lidl tomatoes and put them in a dish to marinade in Balsamic Vinegar, in the hope that this will make them eatable by the time I get around to serving them with the smoked fish later on.
Got around to updating this post to here.
I opened the kitchen window to take this photograph.
There was a lot of traffic about considering that it is only 0535hrs.
No signs of any rain, the winds were not too high yet.
But it was very cold out there…
That’s that then, I’ve got the tune in my head now. I’ll be humming and singing it for the day, at least!
I put away all of the paperwork that had gathered and accrued again. All looking neat now in my folders.
Did you notice that my savings account balance at the bank has now gone up to £2.89? Tsk!
Did some more work on preparing top graphics for the coming day’s diaries.
Caught up with Emails again.
Well, I was going to, but the intercom rang out as the Morrison delivery man arrived.
He dolloped the six bags inside the door, collected the used carrier bags and was off like a shot. Well, the lad was running to a tight schedule and only just made it to me on time. Wished him good luck and got on with sorting the groceries out.
Put the cupboard stuff on the counter, the frige and freezer stuff on the window ledge and set about getting them all away.
There was not so much stuff delivered today.
But they till filled the fridge and as for the freezer, I’d definitley overdone it again.
Ended up having to take some stuff out of their boxes and put them inside loose to get them to fit into the drawers. Tsk!
The fresh smoked haddock was smaller, less weight (Unlike me, hehehe!) than last weeks, but still cost the same.
The frozen fish was on offer, this I assume iswhy I bought it when I didn’t really need it, if you see what I mean, like?
Back to the Emails and responded to some comments on WordPress.
Made a mug of tea and updated this diary. The tea went cold and I went to make another one – I was so glad I did, I’d made a Whoopsiedangleplop and left the fridge door open.
I bent down to check on the food in the drawers and…
I had a Dennis Dizzy just as I went down, toppled over and banged Hilda Hippy against the radiator! This has done me no good or favours.
Heck of job getting back up again.
To make things worse, when I got back to the computer, the Virgin Internet Connection was sticking! Turned every thing off and rebooted.
I was now in such pain, Odd Knob upstairs started banging and drilling away again.
Got the meal ready, it looked super but in fact, it was not good at all.
I’d cooked the chips too hard for me to eat without agony from the teeth.
The tomatoes were so bad that after trying the first one I didn’t eat any more of them. The fish tasteless, only the fish sauce encouraged me to eat it.
The garden peas were nice, though.
Health Checks medications taken.
The head spinning a bit still, and Hippy Hilda was active in her stabbing at me. Hehe!
A sad figure, I washed up and got down to watch some TV. Nowt on, so I watched a DVD I’d been meaning to get to viewing for ages now.
Most dissapointed, it was not like I remembered it to be. And, I did not fall asleep once watching it!
Put the TV on and even stayed awake watching the rubbish. The teeth and Hilda Hips were niggling at me for hours and hours.
I gave up any thoughts of even napping. Got up at 0145hrs, took an extra painkiller and did the laundry.
0225hrs: Bad night for waking up and fighting to try and stop the brain wandering off on its own course. Going AWOL but taking me with it, sort of thing. I fretted and worried about Sister Janes operation, the noisy git upstairs, my own regular ailments and failures, the toothache, trying to accept my oncoming caducity… You name it, I think it rambled through the grey-cells at some point over the next ten minutes or so.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and straight to the Porcelain Throne. Far less a messy session this time, but boy, was it a painful one! Oddly enough, Harold’s Haemorrhoids did not bleed at all? Just stung like buggery! Hehe!
Did the health checks and took the medications, then I think I decided to do the remaining washing left over from yesterday, partly to give the still partly-fuddled brain-box something else to ponder on?
Got the bag and accoutrements needed and went with them to the lifts.
Number One Elevator (The one with the breeding alien blob on its floor), was out of action. The sense of humour was still working in the brain though… I imagined that the caretaker had after 3 weeks got around to cleaning up the blob and had probably been bitten by the Alien and mutated into something else? Hehehe!
Got the machine going and up to the flat.
Arthur itis in the left knee particularly bothersome now?
Making a mug of tea, I looked down outside and thought there was a free parking space opposite the building! Never been known I thought, and took a photograph to show others the proof. Haha!
When I got in, on the computer later, I found it was not a parking space, but a black car that was hidden in the drizzle and darkness.
Made a start on this diary, then back down to the laundry room to move the clothes into the dryer.
Getting out of the elevator, and Duodenal Donald started giving me a lot of jip suddenly.
Carried on with the dairy. When the alarm/timer beeped, I collected the empty bottles and took them down with me, to put them in the Recycling bin.
On the short journey down, Craig Cramps affected the fingers, and I had a job to get one of them out of the bottle. I had to smile to myself.
Out through the lobby doors, the rain was falling, and a collection of fallen leaves had gathered rather artistically against the brickwork divider, I thought.
It was warm but wet out there.
I sneezed as I approached, and the teeth began aching like mad again! Slowly the ailments were taking over my day again! Humph!
When I lifted the lid of the bin as mentioned earlier and gently laid my three sauce cleaned bottles on top of the nearly full receptacle (Not wanting to make a noise and disturb anyone), I realised that I may be the only non-alcoholic tenant in the place!
And likely, the only one who could not afford to drink Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey Whisky (93-year-old Polish Eddie?). Famous Grouse Whisky (86-year-old Bill – William on Sundays?). Hayman’s 1859 Reserve Gin, I could not guess who had drunk this, but there were two empty bottles mixed in with a good selection of wine, spirits and beer ones. For a fleeting moment, just seconds, I was tempted to start drinking again. Luckily, as I closed the lid, I belted my elbow on the corner of the brickwork, that did the trick, cleared away any alcoholicismistic thoughts. (Jealous? Me?)
Back into the laundry room to collect the things and titivate it up a bit.
Disaster! The lovely brown throw came out with the edges tattered and loose. Lost its colouring and all wrinkled up beyond saving I think. My Kippah had shrunken to barely wider than my hand when stretched. I’d done something wrong, but could not tell what, because, the settings clear after use on this machine? Tsk!
Cleaned out the filter and wiped the inside of the drum and the shell.
Back up again to the little dwelling box on the 12th floor. A wee-wee, kettle on and another wee-wee? Oh, dear!
Getting a bit lighter now.
Another mug of brew.
Had a wee-wee.
Checked on the weather forecast for the rain situations. Oh, we’ve got a lot to come and worse on Friday, Saturday, Sunday!
On with updating this again.
Ablutions tended to. Assembled the nibbles and raffle prizes for the Tenants Social hour meeting.
Had a wee-wee (Tsk) Took the black bin bags and put them down the chute.Then set off on a walk
Then set off on a hobble around the back of Woodthorpe Courts, by Winchester Court, up the hill onto Sherwood Vale. And right down to Chestnut Walk and down that to the Winwood Social & Obergruppenfureresses cabin come hut.
Then right down to Chestnut Walk and down that to the Winwood Social & Obergruppenfureresses cabin come hut.
Between the two blocks of flats, I actually saw some workmen.
Not many, but still, an improvement on lately.
A machine was moving very slowly towards my block. It had the name of a Mast-Erector Company on it. Appear more like a pile-driver to me?
I noticed through the fencing that ready-made concrete was being delivered this morning. So I assume the team will soon be getting on with the foundations for the new block of apartments to go in-between the two old ones.
As I walked along the side of the dividers, I had to take care not to slip in the wet mud from the rains.
Up the hill and onto Sherwood Vale without any mishaps, though.
As I turned right down Chestnut Walk, more caution was called for as sadly, the falling Autumn leaves combined with the rain, made walking decidedly dodgy! Hehe!
As I passed the top of Winchester Street on my way to the shed, I espied they had put up new signs on both sides of the road.
Resident Parking Only. Which apparently made no difference to the two people who got out of their car at the end of the Walk, and nipped off with their dog, up into Woodthorpe Grange Park.
I noticed through the fencing on Chestnut Walk, a load of Nottingham Street Art had appeared, thrown through or over the railings into the park. Humph!
Into the meeting, and got myself ensconced on a table. One that I usually get turned away from and sent to the one near the door to use. But not today, for the one near the doors was filled with four visitors of Frank Two, and no room was available. Which tickled me pink, cause I could have a proper chinwag with the gals at this larger table.
Put the raffle prizes on the table with the others, bought some raffle tickets and gave them away to two gals.
I dare not have a drink, cause it might start the rear end leaking. Jenny took the nibbles around for me. Not many came back to be used next week. BJ was in good form, no time to talk though he was helping to do the raffle.
Then, just as I was laughing about the crossword and not one of us could remember how to spell Deutschmark. (I can now when it’s too late to show off, Tsk!) And a Whoopsiedangleplop of an embarrassing nature took place! I felt the warm-and-wet sensation from the rear quarters, that is so commonplace for me, but not for ages now. Something had caused the bleeding to start again.
I knew I had to get back to the wet room and check things out quickly and was very uncomfortable with having to leave so urgently.
I think I red-facedly waved my farewells as I left. Rushing as fast as I could, and limping with Arthur Itis’s left knee and the right-angled right ankle bothering me, I must have looked a right wally hobbling at speed back to the flats. Especially with trying to walk in a fashion that prevented any more leakage!
What a mess to clean-up and treat, when I did get in. No going out for me today, too hazardous now.
It was Duodenal Donald that was the cause, which I was content with, for I feared it might be Little Inchy and his lesion causing the problem, luckily it was not so.
More flipping washing to do, now!
Made a brew. I half expected someone from the thirty or so folk at the meeting to call see if I was alright, but no, not yet anyway.
Updated this with the photos and verbiage. Then went on to sort the Emails and WordPress replies out.
The ‘Herbert’ upstairs is knocking and banging again!
About to go onto Facebooking, and both fire alarms went off, Communal and the one for this flat! I can’t hear the Communal one, but my alarm was going off, made me investigate outside, and I heard it then. Oh dearie me!
I looked out of the kitchen window and saw one fire tender – they usually sent a tender, ladder and back-up van to our alarms, but only the one today.
Mind you, just as well really, cause there was nowhere for the one to park, let alone three!
Two workers vans in the Emergency Vehicles Only double lined parking space!
By the time I got the camera out the crew were in the foyer I assume. The cab doors were left open
A minute later (eight minutes in total) they were out again in the tender and were off to the end to turn around, then they appeared again, as they left the site.
I bet there will be some bother over the parking in their dedicated bay, and I hope they kick-up a stink too!
Had a wee-wee.
Did the health-checks and took the medications.
Back on the computer and forgot I was doing Facebook and I did a Morrison order for next week. 0630>0730hrs Wednesday 4th October.
Back on Facebook. What a mess. It kept freezing and would not let me edit the photo galleries. Most disappointing. It took me three hours to get through and almost finish what I wanted to do. Tsk!
Did the Health Checks and took the evening medications.
Had a wee-wee.
Finally got around to WordPress comment reading.
Tired now, I got the meal on the go and served it up.
The loose one of the two bad Incisors had become a lot looser. But I coped without too much trouble to masticate with unbearable pain. I’m becoming a bit of a Mastication Maestro. Hehehe!
While sorting the meal, I stopped to photograph a most beautiful scene from the kitchen window. It produced an amazing crepuscular ray, and the dust reflected the sun, it was marvellous. However, by the time I got the camera, the sun had gone.
What I still think is a good un, though. The wind showing in the trees?
Tired as I felt, the nodding off routine of late, did not mature: as I watched the TV for over two hours without any.
Then when they did begin later, I reckon I had a dream everytime I nodded. But annoyingly I could recall nothing about them at all. I think they were all sort of set in my younger days, but don’t understand how I think I know this?
0400hrs: Woke up. I tried to adumbrate some things from the dream I’d been having, but all the memories dissolved into the ether as I tried. Tsk!
Went to make a brew of tea and surprise! Demand for my attendance at the Porcelain Throne arrived (At last!) Off to the wet room. Found there was blood over my chin and jammies from Incisor Suzie-Tooth. Cleaned things up. So busy at the moment, don’t know when I’ll get around to doing the mounting pile of washing.
Did the Health Checks: Sys 144 Dia 74, Pulse88, Temp 35.1 and weight 14.92, not too bad, apart from the weight.
Saw the note come reminder I’d left for myself.
Started the computer, and did a Morrison delivery order for tomorrow. Then began finalising the Monday Chronicle.
It was a little cold this morning, so I went around and closed the windows.
A bit of drizzle coming down outside, and the street and house lights seemed a little dim. But then, I had my reading glasses on. Took the picture and they still looked dark?
Back to the diaries, but I had a feeling, an EQ awareness of impending bother, hassle or whatever. I could not shake it off. Most uncomfortable mentally when this happens. Sure as eggs are eggs, something is going to upset the apple-cart soon.
Finished the Monday post and went to make a mug of tea. I thought I could hear that little howling sound again, and took a look out of the window. No wind about, the rain had stopped and nothing in sight?
This feeling of discomfiture was bothering me. I wish whatever it is that is coming, would do so quickly to get it over with. A horrible sensation that something will not work out right? I hope I am wrong about it all the same.
Emails checked and I went on Facebook.
0935hrs: Ablutions tended to. Readied things and off out to the surgery hobble. Passed May at the bus stop on the way. Little chinwag and gave her a nibble bar. Down Winchester Hill and left up Mansfield road to the top of the hill.
When this naughty Nottingham Cyclist nearly bumped into me as he sped by.
Down the incline and into the Sherrington Park Surgery car park and entered. The receptionist was in a good mood today. Reported to her and filled in a request form for some extra Codeine 60g painkillers.
Took a seat, getting the crossword book out.
The EQ spurred thought of an imminent failure or let-down, still lingering.
Nurse Nichole came to me to summon into her treatment room. It made my day her being on duty. We had a nice chat while she took the blood. Gave her her nibbles as I left, and some to the receptionist team when I left the premises.
Walked down to the bus stop in Carrington and caught a bus back to Sherwood. Dropping off near the Charity Shop, then over the road and called into the Co-op Store. Where I bought some bananas to ripen to eat, just in case after the dentist removes the tooth, things might still be painful to consume and masticate. One large potato, and a TV magazine for next week.
As I limped up to the dentist place, two fire engine tenders belted passed toward the City Centre.
I mounted the too steep steps into the Dentist’s surgery and went to the receptionist and explained everything again as I did yesterday. Signed a form and took a seat, crossword book out again. Ten minutes later a nurse came down for me and led me up the steep stairs to the treatment room.
This female dentist seems a bit more pleasant, and we went through what had happened with the tooth. Things appeared to be going well. I suggested that maybe we could take out the two front teeth together, and have a plate put in. The Pound Signs flashed over her facial features for a moment or two, and said: “No, no! We’ll take the one out and let it settle first, then take the other out and let that settle, then think about having a plate put in. In other words “No, that will mean just one charge if you take two out same as for one. It is imperative that we charge you twice, and then again, for the plate, there is a maximum charge you know… better to get around that by charging less but much more often!” Fair enough!
When she got around to looking at my notes, she asked what my INR level was. I told her 5.0 – this stopped her in her tracks. “I cannot do an extraction if your INR level is not between 2 & 4!
This despite my having had three extractions, four fillings and two crowns done at this Dentist’s when my INR level has been over or under this level over the last two years?
I told her I’d just had a test done half an hour or so ago at the surgery. After a kerfuffle and talk with someone on the phone, she affirmed that she could not do it while the level was too high or low, especially too-high, because she may not be able to stop the bleeding. I asked her if it was alright then, for me to go home with the loose teeth, have something to eat and the tooth come out there, and I bleed to death?
A surprising reply was given: “I’m not bothered, all I am interested in is my not getting into any trouble from the authorities if I do any surgery while your INR level is not right!”
Fair enough gal, I thought.
This must be the EQ feeling of the next Whoopsiedangleplop[ or Accifaupa I had earlier? Humph!
She spoke again on the phone to someone, then told me to go downstairs, and the receptionist will look into the problem.
So I did.
The receptionist was most displeased that I did not know the number for the surgery. But she looked it up and rang them. I couldn’t hear the conversation.
Afterwards, she told me to ring the surgery tomorrow afternoon, to obtain the INR result. Then to contact them (The Dentists) with the figure and they will decide what can or cannot be done about the issue, or better still, call in and see them with the results if they are within 3 to 4.
I departed, downhearted and still in pain with the teggies.
At the bus stop outside the door, where some flat tenants were waiting. I had a little moan about things to them, and they thought it hilarious. Glad to give someone a laugh at least. Hehehe!
Hobbled off the bus and to the apartments, said my farewells to the other gang members, and into the flat.
Wee-wee, a mug of tea, medications, Health Checks, got the potato in the Crock-Pot and got on with updating this diary.
Tired and fed-up.
Nosh readied.
I’d boiled the large potato and mashed it nice and soft with butter and milk, and opened a tin of the hot dog sausage that was soft-to-eat, followed by the fluffy lemon meringue mousse.
Caught the tooth many times and received almost electric shock-like pains for my bother, Hehe!
I changed the time for the Morrisons delivery so there was less chance of it clashing with the time I might be going back to the dentist or phoning the surgery for the INR blood, results.
Got down to enjoy the fodder with Incisor dodging eating (Haha!) and the phone rang. Jenny called me to ask if I was still going to the free meal tomorrow. I tried to explain about the INR blood level and Dentist confusion best I could. But it was late, and I was feeling so confused and tired of all the hassle going on. Hope she understood what I said.
Did the checks and medication taking.
Watched a bit of TV, and then Duodenal Donald started playing up badly. Dare not take any extra painkillers. I did take an Omeprazole capsule, but stocks are low on them and the Codeines.
I pondered on the fact that the place needs cleaning up badly, very untidy. Fell asleep!
Not a Happy Lot at all… Apart from Jeremy, of course. Hehe!
Friday 1st September 2017
0330hrs: Awoke with dreams milling about in the head, but they dissipated almost immediately, Tsk! They became replaced, with the memory that I needed to get the laundry done this morning, urgently. Before I needed to get myself ready for the visit to Sister Jane’s Mansion. For I knew that when the afternoon arrived, the fatigue would prevent me doing much at all. I had to absquatulate the £300 second-hand recliner and attend the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence was causing the urgent need. Huh, again! Bit of a job cleaning up after the session.
Lots of the ailments were present this morning, but apart from Duodenal Donald who was a touch vigorous in his attentions, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Trotsky Terence, Hilda Hips and Roger Reflux were all in a well-copiable-with mode.
Into the kitchen and found the slippers sticking to the floor? Another mess to sort out. I had no idea what the sticky stuff was; it was translucent patchy stickiness. When I mopped up, it came off quickly enough?
Did the Health Checks. Sys 155 – Dia 71 – Pulse 93 – Temp 31.9, all looking good again. The weight at 14.88 was a tad up again, though only the tiniest bit.
Gathered the equipment needed, and down to the Laundry Room and got the washing machine going. Noticed some new signs on the board, but I had forgotten to take the camera down with me, I’ll get these later.
Up the lift with its flickering lights, and got a brew made and took the morning medications.
Turned on the computer and finished off yesterday’s diary and got it posted off.
Got the camera in my pocket and went back down to the laundry room. The elevator lights were still flickering and flashing, I know not why.
And the next lift I could hear making grinding noises as it moved?
The place needed a bit more cleaning than usual today.
The fingers of the left hand had a visit from Crampy Craig as I took out the clothes and moved them into the dryer.
Huh!
The trays where you put the soap powder if you use it, and freshener were clogged up with old powder, and the front of the machines had spillage stuck to it. Cleaned up both machines.
Then went to investigate the new posters and signs on the wall in the corridor near the lifts.
The first one I read, was informing us of another Nosh-Out session on 20th September. Only £3.99 for a Fish and Chips (Or potatoes) and a drink. Sadly, I have an appointment at the Clinic on that day, Humph!
The next one warns of Travellers who have set up camp in Woodthorpe Grange Park at the top.
That was fun to see that someone else can get the spelling of words wrong! (Smugness dawned, Hehe!)
The last one reminded us of the old £1 coin becoming illegal on 15th October. It’s bad enough using just using majuscule writing, but with added words in bold as well? Perhaps I’m a bit pernickety?
I went outside to take this ‘Moody’ attempt of a photographicalisation of the apartments frontage.
Back up again to the dwelling box. In the other lift – this lift-ride did not have any flashing lights, though, it had worse! A grinding scraping sort of noise as it travelled up? Tsk!
Got the washing stored away, had a wee-wee and popped out on the balcony to take these photographicalisations.
The light was rather colourful now.
I started this post off up to here, then checked the Emails and did some WordPress reading.
No time for Facebooking now, I have to get myself presentable, for a visit to see Sister Jane and Pete to see Fooey. Made sure the liquid food for Fooey was in the bag.
Started the ablutionalisationing session. Collected the bag and set off on a walk to the bus stop on Chestnut Walk.
As I hobbled along, there were no signs of any activity or noises from the workmen. They were noticeable by their absence, Again!
A few laughs, insults, moans and chuntering took place between the residents who were waiting for the bus. The prevailing atmosphere was one of, what’s the word I’m looking for? Erm, discontentment or disgruntlement, barely noticeable, but it was there.
The weather was pleasant as I wandered off into the shrubbery in search of an other Nottingham Nature photograph.
Unfortunately, I slipped as I bent to get this not very good picture of a bee, and Hilda Hips cracked, and this left me with the resulting pain for the rest of the day and into the morning. Tsk! Walking became a painful chore. Not a good start, Hilda Hips and Haemorrhoid Harold too, were both set-in to be with me for the rest of the day. Hey-ho, if it isn’t one it’s another one or two that take precedence other the other ailments.
Had great chinwag with 4th floor Bill en route. He’s led an exciting life, I love listening to his tales.
Dropped off on Upper Parliament Street. Walked passing six bus stops to the West Bridgford one, and it was closed due to the roadworks, walked back to find it now at the bus stop next to the one I had dropped off at. Hehe! The bus arrived in minutes and in no time I was in West Bridgford, walking to Sister Janes and using the mobile to call her and advise her of my imminent arrival.
I was greeted and given a large cup of tea. First things first I thought, and Pete fetched Fooey down, and a fuss was made. I fed him a tube of liquefied cat food he liked and had a chinwag with him.
Pete and Jane took some photographs of Fooey for me.
Pete had a bad cough on him. But they both looked fit.
Gave them their nibbles, seaweed, Marmite Cakes (Got told off about these, she does not like them, and I should have remembered that she had said this!), Block of Polish Cooked Pork, cat food and some other bits. I, being the Birthday Boy (Well, nearly, Hehe) I got an out of date tin of mints and an apple they stole from their neighbour’s tree that hangs over their garden. Hehe! Only joking, it wasn’t out of date at all. (I’ll be in trouble for saying this, now!).
Their garden looked in super form.
Had a wander around and Jane collected some figs from her tree.
They kindly took some pictures of me, in various places around their lawn. I hope to use them later for a TFZer Series with the gals and guys in the garden along with me. The idea being that I doctor a photo of a TFZer and put it alongside me in the graphic?
Look at the Reflux Valve sticking out. Tsk!
They posed for a few shots for me, bless them.
Jane found Albert and bravely held him long enough for me to take the shots. Albert was not a happy lad about this at all. But he did look straight at the camera for this photographicalisation, though.
Jane & Pete with Fooey outside their glazed patio doors.
Gawd, I love that cat.
They and I took a good few photographs, and I will put them all in a post on WordPress later.
Pete picked some good shots near his shed to take my picture. He raided next doors apple tree for me to have one.
Much laughter and memories were prompted during the visit. Jane kept getting me to nibble bits of her very high-class fodder. I think she liked the Polish Bacon I got for them.
I clandestinely took the midday medications. A terrific visit indeed and I felt a lot cheerier when I left.
The chin-wagging had to cease, as I was soon feeling a bit drained and weary, and Hilda Hip was giving me some hassled still. No Dizzies, mind today.
Pete walked to the bus stop with me, caught the bus, and he dropped off on Central Avenue. I’m a bit concerned about his coughing.
The sky over the City Centre looked very modern as I limped around it. Limped around the City Centre that is, not the sky. Haha!
The youngsters all seemed very happy and content in the water display come paddling pool, shame about the Pavement cyclists though.
I pottered around the stalls and rides looking for an individual photograph to take.
But walking in the crowds meant my having to sidestep and twist to get through without being walked or bumped into.
And this set Hilda Hip off again.
So, I took a shot of the beach and limped off to the bus stop on Queen Street for the L9.
Two Nottingham pavement Cyclists nearly had me over on the way up to the bus stop. Tsk!
I was soon back in the apartment and on the Porcelain Throne. After which, I doused Hilda Hips area and Arthur Itis’s knees and fingers with the Phorpain and applied the lower regions with Betamethasone, and took an extra Codeine with the evening medications. I bet I smelt a bit odd. Hehe!
I took the evening medications.
Feeling shattered now, but determined to get the photographs downloaded onto the computer ready to utilise in the morning. I sent an Email to Jane and Pete asking them if they would send the photos they took earlier to me ASAP so I could use those.
Got the fodder cooking. Garden peas in the saucepan with brown sugar, potato balls and mini-waffles in the oven, sliced the tomatoes and added balsamic vinegarette on them, beetroots on the plate, apple sliced and smoked BBQ sauce Mackerel all ready to add to it later. Banana and Lemon Fool out ready.
Doing this, I realised I could not find the apple that Pete stole for me from his next door neighbours tree? Searched around without finding it?
As luck had it, I found the fruit on top of the Hallway Radiator, much later; in fact the next day!
A blooming good job the heating wasn’t on, eh?
Pete sent the pictures via Email and the dinner was nearly cooked and ready. I turned down the heat in the oven and got the photos downloaded first.
When I went into the kitchen to sort the meal out, I got sidetracked again, this time by the wonderful view outside.
Then realised I’d not done the Health Checks either. So, sorted them out:
Sys 160, Dia 75, Pulse 75, Temp 32.7, pulse well down for a change.
Eventually I got around to serving up the not as hot as it should have been meal.
All out and on the tray ready, and guess what? Haemorrhoid Harold started bleeding, right out of the blue! At first I thought this warm wet feeling was from Trotsky Terence, but no, just crimson red blood to deal with.
Into the wet room and sorted things out. Humph, getting fed-up again now! Hehe!
Finally I got to the fodder and consumed it – and if only I could have got it while it was hot and not reheated, this might have been one of the best ever! For I enjoyed it all the same.
Shame that.
The nodding off started as soon as I got the TV on. However and notwithstanding, I stayed awake for the Malta v England farce. Sheer fatigue from the brave battling Maltese team allowed the scoreline of 4-0. England captain Jordan Henderson said after the game: “There are positives to come out of it but plenty of room to improve it as well.” Brilliant statement!
I facepalmed myself a few times throughout the match! Another Brilliant Statement!
After few minutes thought of what England can do to improve (humph!) I drifted off into a dream filled sleep.
0310hrs: I blinked awake, not sure if I had actually been asleep. Immediately pains in the stomach from Diarrhorea Dickie, forced my cumbersome exit from the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Porcelain Throne, just in time. As luck would have it, after yesterdays visit from Diarrohorea Dickie, I’d donned a pair of the ignominious Protection Pants. I spent a minute evacuating and ten minutes cleaning up myself and the room.
0335hrs: Did the Health Checks and started to sort the new set of medication dosage pots. Sys 148 Dia 77 P 82 Temp 35.6…
Back to the Porcelain Throne, where it is all coming from I don’t know.
Washed-up and back to the kitchen. Weight checked to finish off the Checklist and amazingly the weight had gone down a tiny bit for the first time for ages. Thinking about afterwards, I’ve got rid of so much gunk from the stomach, perhaps that has helped with the weight, down to 14.84?
No further pains or evacuations needed for a while. Had things got better so soon?
Made a mug of tea and took this mornings medications, keeping some Diah-Limit capsules to hand, and got on the computer to do the diary work.
At this point, I was sure I heard a noise from the kitchen and poddled into it to investigate. I found nothing untoward? While in there, I got some potatoes into the crock-pot, with soy sauce added to the water. I planned on having them with the belly pork with herbs and garlic and some tomatoes, pickled beetroot, garden peas and mushrooms later. Then I pondered, is this wise, with Trotsky Terence being rampant? I thought it would be, but thought I’d give the beetroot in vinegar a miss and weaken the water in the potatoes of soy sauce. Of course none of these things were done, Humph!
Back to the wet room again. Even a bigger dollop of splattering wetness this time! Took ages to clean up without missing any bits, and getting back up from cleaning the be-splattered bowl, was not easy! Tsk!
I had an idea come to mind, for a funny Ode about the current situation with Diarrohorea Dickie. Got carried away creating it, but I did enjoy doing it, although another trip to the Porcelain interrupted me. Hehe!
Oh, dearie me, just had an involuntary escape of the wind from the rear end. Two things came to my mind at the same time, one was the stink, and two, have I had a Whoopsidangleplop? I had to go to the wet room to find out.
I found I had to make use of the Throne again, and a horrendous experience it was. Haemorrhoid Harold was now giving me pain like never before.
Huh!
Plenty of medicationalisationing took place.
I’m so glad I had a good stock of the Pants and medications in stock.
Sorry to add, that Hilda Hips has started playing up now. I’m getting a bit frustrated with things. Cleaned up yet again afterwards and got the kettle on the boil.
While waiting for it, I tried to take another vista shot of the parked cars below the window. Utter failure, I just could not get the camera to allow me to. It kept telling me to move pan quicker, or I didn’t keep it level. Took a long shot and cut it down in the end, not good. Humph!
Finally, after what seemed several days to me, I had got the dairy completed and posted it off.
Checked the Emails and did some WordPress reading.
Hello, back to the Porcelain Throne again… Not so bad this one. But the piles are now so tender. Tsk!
Made a fresh brew and went onto Facebooking. Hour-and-half later, I got onto CorelDraw and the TFZer series graphicationalisationing.
After four hours, I’d got them finished and posted to WordPress and Facebook.
Then off to the Porcelain Throne again. This time, things were a lot easier.
Checked the fodder, should be ready soon, although I don’t feel particularly hungry at this moment.
Computer off, and did a bit of titivating in the kitchen, but not much, I felt so drained, and it was well past my head-down time, now.
By the time it came to sorting the food, my hunger had returned.
Foolishly I made far too much, and although it seemed to taste alright, I had to leave much of it on the plate, but I did enjoy it… Roger Reflux and Duodenal Donald showed me their displeasure. Not complaining though, for two reasons. It was my own fault, and a sign that Trotsky Terence was easing was welcome, for no rushing to the Porcelain ensued afterwards?
Tired, weary, but a heck of a job dropping off. The mind started to race away about everything and nothing. Tsk!
Something of a surprise to find that emissions of the wind from the rear started, and grew in strength, persistence and aroma? Yet only one visit to the Porcelain was needed? Things might be looking up?
0250hrs: I woke with a start, an immediate decision made to get the laundry done first thing. This sudden decisiveness surprised even me! Hehe!
A wee-wee, assembled the required things and down, taking the camera with me, to the Laundry Room.
I saw that the notice board had been cleaned up somewhat.
Reflux Roger started giving me some gip, and Flatulence Frank was busy. too.
Got the washing into the machine and popped outside to take a photograph, proving that the rain had stopped at last. Hehe! And, there were two free car parking spaces available.
Not that this will of a lot of benefit to the two caretakers, the four-night working residents, the two Obergruppenfurheress Wardens, the four NCH staff or the dozens of the building team yet to arrive and find a space to park?
Back up to the abode and got the Health Checks done. Sys 152, Dia 76, Pulse 87, Temperature 34.8 and weight 14.89.
Took the medications and applied the lotions and potions and put the kettle on. Set the timer to remind me when to go down again. Started to finish off yesterday’s post.
0320hrs: Down to move the stuff from the washer to the dryer. Cleaned the machine and poddled back up to carry on with the diary, set the alarm.
0430hrs: Down to collect the clothes. Cleaned the filter and machine, swept the floor and set off back up the lift.
When I observed that some new; ‘Please do not remove any materials from the ceilings in this area’ signs from the builders had appeared.
I got into the lift and pondered on just what might have been disappearing from the ceilings?
As I got out of the elevator, into the barren sparse looking communal area, I decided to have a good look at the roof to see if I could see anything that might be worth removing by anyone.
But no, nothing that might seem worth anything or stealing could be spotted.
Surely the emulsion painted old pipework was not being swiped? Would we have known about that?
A mystery.
Got in and put the things away in the airing cupboard and had a wee-wee.
0535hrs: Back on the computer and finally finished yesterdays post off. Started this one.
0610hrs: Flatulent Frank is still with me, and seems to be getting a bit more volatile as time passes.
Perhaps eating the cold meal last night has encouraged Frank’s fervent flatulent festival of frightfully fully fledged escapes of the wind from the rear end activities, do you think?
Checked the Emails and responded.
Did some WordPress reading.
Did a bit of Facebooking.
The rain stopped and the morning brightened up. Bootiful!
Did a bit of work on the next TFZer Graphicalisation. Had to cut it short to get the ablutions done, or I would be late for the Tenants Social Hour.
Had a good clean and scrubbed up. Then got the raffle prizes and nibbles in the bag and set off to the Temporary Windwood Hut for the Social Hour.
Not many there this morning. Very sparse it was. Those there were not in a particularly social mood. Handed in the raffle prizes and dished out the nibbles. No one, not even BJ, was in a very talkative mood. This, along with no Obergruppenfuresses on duty to speak with, about my phone company bill cock-up, brought on a depression of sorts. I left early to go into Sherwood to use the £1 off voucher at the Co-op store.
The footpath was again unusable due to the vehicles parked on it because they have nowhere else to park.
As I passed the bus stop I had a chinwag with a few of the tenants waiting for the bus. Much-moaning was going on. One bloke was cursing about the Social Hour, claiming; “Huh, ____ing coffee morning, ___k that for a lark. If I want a coffee, I’ll have it in my flat when I want one!” Not a nice man. Very derogatory towards others. He looked a bit young to be in these apartments. (I later found out they are admitting the 55- year-olds now). This did not help the depression.
Hobbled down into Sherwood and went to the Polish Food Shop. Got a loaf of the Lithuanian recipe Sweet Sourdough sliced brown bread. Walked up the hill and to the Co-op. Where I got some raffle prizes, kitchen towels on offer, apples and bananas. Used the £1 off voucher.
Passing the fresh cream cake shop, I resisted going in. I must be depressed. Hehe!
Popped into the Nottingham Hospice Shop for a look around.
Then to the bus stop to catch one back up to the flats. Roy was at the bus stop, and we had a chinwag and laugh of sorts, but Roy was not feeling well in himself.
Back in the apartment, things took a turn for the worse. Shaking Shaun visited, and the fatigue came over me so quickly, it surprised me and made me a bit apprehensive. But, needs must, so I set about sorting out the food for the meal. This did not go well either. Haha!
Sliced the apple in the shaped tin thingy and managed to cut myself down the thumb nail, as I laid out the plate. Tsk!
I got some rosti potato cakes and fries in the oven to cook.
Smoked mackerel, tomatoes with balsamic vinegar, mushrooms, onion bhaji and a slice or two of the sweet sourdough bread, followed by a plain yoghourt with Maple Syrup added to it.
By gum, despite the ailments and feeling so depressed, this went down very nicely. The best meal for quite a while. Rated it at 9.2/10.
Doing anything constructive was now out of the question. All my energy had been depleted, sapped!
All I could do was sit in the recliner and fall asleep for a few minutes, wake up, try to watch whatever was on the TV at the time, and nod-off again – repeatedly for hours on end.
I did burst into life around 2100hrs with a sudden start. Unsure of how or why I had no choice but get up and investigate in case any alarm or noise had been the cause of me sudden awakening. I found nothing untoward. But I was glad I did have a look because I’d left the light on and heater on in the wet room.
Took the much-belated medications and did the Health Checks.
Back in the recliner. Notwithstanding the mind rattling away about all and nothing, I drifted off and seemed to wake a few seconds later. I’d had a dream, something about me being underground in the tunnel with a torch and water was slowly filling up the channel, then it gushed in, and I was drowned, but happy about it?
Soon got back to sleep again, despite Flatulent Frank busying himself. Hehe!
0600hrs: Woke to find the TV remote still laying on my generously padded with flesh stomach, and arose from the £300 second-hand recliner in need of the Porcelain Throne. The right arm seemed to have gained a different texture during the night? Hehe!
Another good start to the day here.The only ailments bothering me were Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis. Even Haemorrhoid Harold and Little Inchy were both free of blood. The three little stab wounds in the left hand
The only ailments bothering me were Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis.
Did the Health Checks: This morning seemed to be a bit different than the rest of the week? But I was feeling fine, even a little ebullient, buoyant, almost. Due to the ailments absence most likely.
Made a cup of tea, to find the milk had gone off, again! Opened a new carton of milk and made a bigger mug of Co-op 99 tea, and enjoyed it, as I took the medications.
0915hrs: Diary work started. Emails, WordPress reading. Then onto Facebook and the TFZer site. Did some graphicationalisationing prep work for a few hours.
1200hrs: Got the black bean sauce in the saucepan and added onions, peppers, garden peas and mushrooms. Warmed it through and got the Quorn minced beef added, and stood over it stirring it often.
It seemed to take a tremendous amount of time and effort to get this simple meal prepared.
It looked good, smelt good and tasted utterly repulsive, disgusting and awful!
The last time I try Quorn Mince, then.
I don’t think I ate a quarter of it. The inside of the apple had gone off too!
The bread and the potato cakes were excellent, though. Humph!
Doing the washing up and noticed a lady and her dog at the Gravel Path hill near the Copse.
A long way off, but tried to get a decent shot of them. Another dog impatient to get on with his walking and sniffing. He was not amused at being kept waiting and stumped around the lady and the pram constantly to let them know!
Hehe!
Accifauxpa time again:
Washed up the pots and things, and getting into the jammies, I thought it might be a good idea to pop into the spare room to fetch some bleach stored in there, and scrape my chin on the storage box edge. Fall forwards and grab the nearest thing to stop the fall onto the brolly I’d left open to dry the other day and got entangled in it. Thus, ending its short but useful life. Hahaha! Luckily it was the cheap Pound Shop one.
0430hrs: Stirred into life and exited the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Far less bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold this morning.
I pondered over whether or not I am existing and living in a dereistic manner? This thought was brought on by memories of last night mental explosion and if it happened or did I dream it?
Got the mini-cup of tea brewed did the Health Checks and took the medications. All were looking good to me. Well, temperature a little high, but that is how it has been for a few days now.
Did you notice the red onion in this picture? I’ve no idea why it was there either. I felt sure that I’d put it in the bottom of the fridge after using some it on the meal last night?
Another wee-wee and I got the computer on. I had considered doing the long overdue laundry but decided to leave this until the morning (If I get up early enough).
I got the cramps in the left arthritic hand and fingers as I started typing.
Tsk!
Took a while for them to ease off this time.
Into the kitchen and took an extra Magnesium and Codeine tablet.
Got the diary for yesterday finished and posted off. Checked the Emails. Had a wee-wee.
Sorry, but the rest of today is a bit of a haze.
Had a funny turn, and now (Saturday morning) having made no notes and memory blanks of yesterday I am helpless in trying to do the diary update. Sorry.
Can’t even remember making or eating this meal – only the fact that is in the camera tells me I did so. So I must have been functioning alright?
However, the good news, no, the excellent news is, I am back on top form this morning and busy cleaning and hobbling and in good health, I fank you.
0535hrs: Stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner, feeling bloated and confused. Once again annoyed at not remembering the dream I know I’d been having.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. No adscititious ailments, only Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding a lot.
Into the kitchen to do the Health Checks, do up the medication pots and take the drugs.
The sky outside did not over encourage me on the coming weather.
Got the computer on and consulted the calendar. Only the INR blood-test, get a razor scraper, and I have to contact the clinic about the new date for the op, now the last INR reading had come down a bit.
Suddenly felt a bit dodgy when Shaking Shaun visited me when I was making a brew. A bit worrying, I might mention this to the nurse at the blood test if it is nurse Nichole on duty and not Obergefrieteress Ann, that is. When on the odd few times I’ve been brave enough to mention any new ailments to her, she is giving me a matter of fact reply before I finish speaking. (Seen it all, done it all syndrome?) Hehe!
I took an extra St John’s Wort to try and get myself to cheer up a bit; I was sinking somewhat spiritually now. Spiritually? No that’s not the word I mean… er, erm, oh, that’ll have to do. Tsk!
Very quick bash on Facebook and checked the Emails, WordPress.
Dropped the pan of peas on the floor, that I’d just shelled. Tsk! Damned Shaking Shaun!
Off to get the ablutions and medicationalisationing done.
Noticed after the shower that the veins had turned red again, well, pink then! But at least the swelling had gone down. Haha!
Already, I set off down and out to Winchester Street. Having a good laugh with some of the crowd of residents at the bus stop, as I passed by.
Onto Mansfield Road up the hill and observed that the Restuarant Car Park sign had been tended to by ‘Nottingham Street Artists Blolblets’, again.
As I approached the crest to go down into Carrington, I observed a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist coming towards me.
Unfortunately, he turned left as I took the picture. Humph!
But fear not, a few more yards down the hill and another Varmint Nottingham PAvement Cyclist shot by me at a high rate of knots, and I got the camera out and managed to catch him as he weaved between other pedestrians.
I pressed on down and got to the Surgery with plenty of time to spare.
Registered with the new receptionist.
She’ll fit in alright here, high loud voice and does not listen when you speak to her. Perfect for the job.
Notices informing us of a change in Doctors and their status. Dr Lona Vindla is now in charge, the other bloke has left to retire early, and a new doctor is female and will be starting soon at the surgery.
Had a good long session with trying to do some crosswords in the book. Not, a very successful one, though.
An unknown to me nurse came out and called me in. Lovely lady, patient and polite. Must she be a locum? So, no nurse Nichol again. I inquired where she was, but this woman did not know?
She got the blood taken, but stopping it flowing afterwards, was as big a job as it has ever been. The EQ told me to expect a very high Warfarin INR reading and a phone call from the DVT clinic this afternoon. The gal was very patient with it taking so long, and plastered and tape covered it and told me to wait outside and make sure it had stopped before going away. If it is still bleeding after ten minutes, to tell the receptionist and she would let her know so we could have another look at the problem.
Disappointed with no Nichole being there, but glad to have met this new nurse and her similar pleasant nature. After a few minutes I peeled off the tape, and things seemed to have settled down on the arm. So I gave the receptionists their nibbles and out into the rain. This weather put me off going to town to find a razor scraper, and I thought best to go back to Sherwood after visiting Lidl.
Limped along into Carrington.
Yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was avoided en route.
The rain kept stopping periodically to try and catch me out on whether or not to use the umbrella or not.
I crossed over the road and into Carrington proper.
No attention paid from Shaking Shaun or Dizzy Dennis at all now.
Things, I thought, were improving. What a Silly-Billy, I am!
Further along, near the Co-op store, a Nottingham Street Artist had been at it again, decorating new benches with an empty can, bottle and prettily spread sick underneath it, in a heart shaped design.
Tsk and Well, I never!
As I moved on to be insulted and cheated at the Lidl Store; Yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist had a go at me!
But I do not think this was maliciously meant at all.
He was making Rap sounding noises and had his earphones on under his Benny Hat.
The rain started to come heavily, as I got in the concentration camp… sorry, I mean Lidl’s. I noticed that all four check-outs were abandoned and only the end bit with the self-serve tills was in use.
I took a good wander around and ended up spending too much again.
I came out with biscuits, Pringles and chocolates for raffle prizes and nibbles, Sultanas, razors and fresh tomatoes.
To the bus stop and caught one to Sherwood. I long wait for the L9 bus, just as well because I remembered to go to Wilko and search for a razor scraper. Came out of there spent up as well, having got; A measuring jug, Dettol disinfectant, Citrus deodorant, Cooking foil, black refuse sacks, toilet cleaner blocks, kettle descaler, fragrance booster, foil trays and…. Yes! I did it, I got a Glass razor scraper!
Had a chinwag with 93-year-old tenant Polish Eddy at the bus stop.
Glad Sandie recommended trying these on the black marks on the window glass.
Thanks, Sandie (Loud voice cause she is in America Hehe!) I hope the bad weather other there is improving for the TFZers and Facebook friends.
Caught the bus home.
The rain got worse as we walked from the bus to the apartments.
Got in and had a wee-wee. Too wet to try and clean the windows yet. Put the food and things away and got the computer on to update this diary.
Got the meal cooking. Having a little different one today. Carrots and swede, potato cakes, onion bargees (Hope I like them), beetroot, cheese, an apple and Maple Syrup yoghourt.
Porcelain Throne for heavy duty and wee-wee session. Blood flowed! Tsk!
Health Checks and medications were taken. Sys 166 Dia 75, Pulse70, Temp 34.8
The meal took a lot of preparation tonight, but it was worth all the effort.
Potatoe cakes, tomatoes, carrots, swede, wild mushrooms, Gherkin, soft cheese, apple, beetroot, silverskin onions, fresh garden peas and onion bargees. I’ve never had bargee’s before, glad to say they were not too hot for me. Got them crispy on the outside. The tomatoes from Lidl, despite the label saying ‘Sweet Piccolo Tomatoes’, was very bitter tasting. But and however, they went well with the rest of the meal. Rated this one as 9.42/10. Very good! The plain yoghourt I flavoured with Maple syrup was delightful.
This meal will take some beating in the enjoyment stakes.
A lot of odd loud noises again tonight, from the apartment up above me? Third night in a row now. Perhaps, someone new is moving into the flat.
Tried to watch some TV, but as usual, the nod-offs and trips for a wee-wee prevented any successful viewing.
Woke around 0415hrs. The mind confused, a mess all around me and the £300 second-hand recliner, the TV still on with crumbs on my stomach, the chair cover and the carpet, and my glasses pushed back on top my head.
Remembered the Morrison delivery, the Hearing Aid update visit and to get a razor scraper and finger nail remover while in town later. Hopefully, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis will give me a break today. Please!
Dismounted the recliner and off for a Porcelain Throne session. Not good this one, but at least Haemorrhoid Harold was only leaking blood the tiniest bit. Little Inchy needed attention as is usual lately.visit
Took the medications and did the Health Checks.
All the readings seemed lowish today?
Apart from the weight, which I am not prepared to share with you at this moment, due to my shame! Hehe!
Into the kitchen, noticing there were no new tar marks on the window glass.
Got the kettle on and attempted to take another of the Vista shots that I seem to have difficulty in making. But today was different, and I got it right on the third attempt.
Cleaned up the mess near the chair. Appears I had been nibbling some crisps I think… a lot of them, judging by the number of crumbs I had to hoover up. Tsk!
For a fleeting moment, memories of some of the dreams came into my head. By the time I’d got the pencil out of the drawer, they had gone from my puzzled brain. I do annoy myself when this happens!
Computer started, and I made the graphic for the top of this page.
Had a wee-wee. Painful Little Inchy was re-medicated. This prompted me to check the Emails, to see if any had arrived from the clinic yet. But none.
Responded to some of the emails and did Some WordPress reading.
Finished yesterday’s diary and posted it off.
Food delivery arrived.
Got it stowed away, freezer and fridge full again.
Had a wee-wee
Got the crossword book and the nibbles, in the bag for the site Obergruppenfurheresses.
Medicalisationing and ablutioning tended to.
Gathered everything (Well, I thought I had) needed for the day and got myself down to the foyer. Had a chinwag with a lady in the lift and she mentioned she had to make a list of things to do when going out and asked if I had lost my hearing aids as she could see I was not wearing them. Whoopsiedangleplop! I went back up in the lift after she dropped off, to fetch the list and hearing aids.
Time was getting close to 0930hrs now, and I was a bit nervous in case I missed the bus and was late for the appointment, and I still had a decent walk to get to the bus stop. Grabbed the hearing aids and put them in going down in the elevator.
Hobbling along Chestnut Walk and realised that I had not picked up the note of things to do! Humph! There were five things on it, I remember that much.
All I could recall at the time was the razor scraper, nail polish remover and the hearing aid place visit.
The bus was late arriving, so had a chinwag and a laugh with some tenants in the queue. The city bound bus came and off to town we were transported.
Dropped off on Queen Street and limped down through the Old Market Slab Square, which was designated as The Nottingham Beach with its rides, amusements and highly priced eateries, etc.
A little early for it to be busy yet.
But some families had laid claim to the favourite corner positions on the beach. I wondered if any of them were German holidaymakers? Hehe!
I took a photograph that should have been of one boy on the car rides that was very happy and waving each time he passed to his family. But when I got back and downloaded it, this is what I got. Missed the boy off altogether? Twit!
Jogged into the Pound World shop… (Jogged? Where did I get from, Haha!) to search for some nail varnish remover and a razor scraper. Got the varnish remover alright, but had to ask one of the staff if they had any scrapers. They sell them but had none in stock at the moment.
Out and nearly fell over a rough sleeper in the doorway, who I had not noticed on my in?
Up the road and into the Hearing Aid place. Logged in with Snottypants on the reception and got the crossword book out.
The young chap who dealt with me last time collected me and took me into his room.
He recorded details on the computer and then showed my how to clean the contact point on the aids. Using a brush and prodder-througherer to clean the air hole and little contact slot cover. Also how to replace the lid of each one when replacing it. The cleaning has to be done each day.
I thanked him and departed. Noticing the rough sleeper had gone, and the shop opposite that was signed as being up for lease or sale last week, were now To Let.
Desperate times for retailers in Nottingham these are!
Checked the time and the bus back to the flats was due in ten minutes. So made my way to it via the Nottingham Beach.
This Herbet of a young Nottingham Pavement Cyclist almost hit me as he rode along with music earpieces in his tab holes.
Bless him!
Across the road and through the square.
This ride that rises above the Council House height at the top was belting around at an uncomfortable looking rate of knots, for me.
Then again, the youngsters on it all seemed to be enjoying themselves.
The last amusement ride I looked at was also moving fast and up and down.
I find it hard to realise that Suzie and I used to like these types at the fairs and seaside all those years ago.
Across near the beach and made my way to the paper shop on the corner of Queen Street.
The beach, was now getting far busier with happy, noisy kids and frustrated looking given-up-on-controlling the ankle-snappers parents? Hehehe!
Went into the paper shop and bought a TV magazine for next week. Then up the hill to the bus-stop.
Where I pondered on what the missing task was that I could not remember needed doing. Failed to recall it, though.
Caught the bus and at the next stop, a few of the tenants got on, including Obergefreiteress Jenny. We had a friendly gossip en route.
At the flats, I found this parked outside the apartments.
The lady from the 15th floor came out to catch a taxi and informed me that the lifts were not working.
Oh dearie me! By luck, when I went in the firemen had just restarted them. Phew!
Up to the apartment and had a wee-wee.
Put the hearing aid tools away and got the black bean beef and egg, rice and fresh garden peas into their respective foil dishes. Lidded them ready to go into the oven later.
Picked some programmes to fall asleep to later, as well.
Updated this diary. Did the midday and evening checks.
Got the trays into the oven, must remember to check them after half-an-hour, so I set the timer.
A quick check on the Emails. Nowt from the clinic.
Had a bash on Facebooking.
Got the meal served up.
Beef in black bean sauce, egg rice with peas and a few little potatoes.
Really did enjoy this one.
Went to do the washing up and the rain had returned.
No getting to sleep for ages and ages.
Far too late, not even many nod-offs?
The mind racing away over everything and nothing at the same time.
