Tuesday 20th June 2017
Belarusian: Аўторак 20 чэрвеня 2017
0400hrs: Woke up, recalling some bits of a dream and scribbled it down quickly on the notepad. From my younger days, Suzie my first love (Well, my only one really), Chrissie, a wondrously attractive gal from ‘Down our terrace’ and Dad were in this one, I could not see me though, it was like I was just watching things as they progressed? I think Sister Jane came into it at times, to tell me where and what to look for? The back yard, Chrissie’s family dog Rover, appeared, burning ashes came down from the train above on the viaduct. Memories (Happy ones mostly) raced into and out of mind at a fast rate, like fast forwarding a tape or DVD? Pondered on them for ages.
0455hrs: Up and to the Porcelain Throne for a heavy duty session, but failure was in the air (Just wind, Hehe!) Had a wee-wee, though.
Did the health checks: Sys148, Dia 80, Pulse 101, Temp 35.6 and Weight 14.7 The pulse rate was exceptionally high, never had it so big before?
The computer on and sent Email to Sister Jane, with the photo of the funny shapes on the tummy. Told her I could make it tomorrow (Wednesday) all being well, to get out to visit them. Fingers crossed she can accommodate me. I’m sure she told me on the phone that she would be in on Wednesday. (Well, somewhat sure, Tsk!)
Another attempted Porcelain Throne session failed. Had a wee-wee, mind. Took a Senna tablet.
Did some WordPress reading.
Another try on the Porcelain Throne, gave up, had a wee-wee again. Took a second Senna tablet.
Did the ablutions. Another attempted heavy-duty session on the Throne… Failed again. Felt the pressure of needing to go, but too nervous to push too hard yet, as this had caused much bleeding last month when I had Constipation Konrad visiting me. Had a wee-wee.
Could not find the hearing aids. Searched for over an hour and a half without any luck. I vaguely recall taking them out yesterday because one had lost all power and the other was picking up some squealing noises and wrapping them in a tissue – where, when and the location of where I put them remains a mystery to me? I’d been considering treating myself to a newer set of two anyway. So decided I would go into town and check on availability, prices, etc. and have a new hearing test done if they were not too expensive.
Got the bag ready, and went out to the Community Shed to see if Obergruppenfurheress Deana would be in like she said she would. Down the lift and out to the hut. Obergruppenfurher Deana and Gruppenfurher Julie were both in. Apparently, it is the day for collecting the yearly concessional TV licence monies in, so they were busy with us old folks throwing money at her. Hehe!
In between issuing the licences to various folks, she rang the insurance company for me and got it paid, bless her. Then reminded me of the need to pay for my TV licence. So I did.
On the way back to number 72 for one more quick search for the hearing aids, before catching the bus into town. I observed that the Woodthorpe Flats bus stop had a notice telling us ‘This Stop is no longer in use – use the one at the end of the road next to the Winchester Flats” – shame that, an extra walk and no bus shelter to wait under in the event of foul weather. Never mind, can’t he helped. A lot of workmen standing and lurking this morning, and they had started to do the removal of decorative ceiling coverings doing one floor at a time. Starting with the top floor on Monday. Meaning my floor will be done on Thursday when I can either go out for the day, and they will provide a free buffet meal in the Social Hut for us, or we can stay inside all day. Does this mean the Tenants Social Hour will be cancelled? I imagine not because it only affects the people on the 12th floor of each block. There is no way anyone opting to stay in their flats will be allowed into the lift area while the work takes place. Health & Safety rules.
Up to the apartment and had a search for the missing hearing aids again, no luck. Rushed back down again and to the end of the road to the new to us, bus stop. Many residents from both blocks were waiting. Had a chinwag with Bill. He was telling me how all the others were moaning about the bus stop, being moved, further to walk, no shelter from the elements, chattering about having to in or out of their homes for a day… they are not happy Bill said. I could not hear them due to the lack of hearing aids in my lug-holes. Haha!
I was the only one from the flats who got onto the City bound bus.
On Mapperley tops, the traffic inbound was at a standstill, and the L9 bus that the others back at the flats were waiting for was in the middle of the queue. Poor folks have going to have a long wait.
Dropped off at the terminus and walked down Queen Street into the slab square.
No Big Issue sellers in the area this morning?
To Boot’s and had a word with a lady there. But when we got to the prices I withdrew with as much grace as I could manage.
Over the road and down onto Wheeler Gate and the Specsavers shop. Had a word with them, their choices were far less than at Boots, and the prices for comparable models was about the same, but they had an offer on of two for the price of one. Plus, 4 years free batteries, one-year free insurance, Free aftercare, Free choice of fitting styles (Not sure what this means yet), a ninety-day satisfaction period and a Four-year guarantee. Oh, and a free hearing test.
The young man got my details onto the computer and asked when I wanted the test done from his available dates. He offered Thursday, made him look at me oddly when I told him I was to be stuck in the flats all day Thursday, I declined. Friday at 1700hrs – I got 
another odd look when I said this was too late for me to get a bus there or back to the flats.
Saturday at 1330hrs (He was getting a look of desperation on his face now, Hehe!) That will do, I told him, much to his relief I’m sure. He gave me a booklet and an appointment card.
I was going to tell him about there only being three buses to town on a Saturday, but I think had come to the decision that I was mad enough as it was. Hehehe!
Left and had a hobble up Friar Lane to see if the hearing place was open that used to sell alarms and timers for the hard of hearing. Terribly high prices last time I looked.
A big sign on the window, Shop To Let! So the business had apparently gone under since my previously visiting it. Not surprised really at the prices they were charging.
I meandered back down and onto the Slab Square, then up to the Primark Store and had a look around. Got some socks that claimed to be wider than average, thought they looked comfortable.
Some shoplifters were being taken out as I left the store. I don’t know how they make it pay here. So many times I’ve passed by and seen a police car with Officers removing offenders from this place.
Spotted some Nottingham Street Art outside.
I assume the staff of the nearby shops and officers have to nip out for a quick fag at their breaks and lunchtime? Whatever happened to the Smoke Rooms we used to have?
Got a TV magazine for next week and a newspaper to read on the bus, as I had failed to put my crossword book in the bag. I thought whatever it was that had caused the traffic snarl-up earlier, might be roadwork related and still be there.
As the bus passed the end of Clinton Street, I took a photographicalisation of it.
It didn’t come out too bad, considering how fast the bus was travelling, I thought.
Back at the apartments, I got off at the new stop and had a fair walk back to my block. Although it wasn’t a long walk, it was longer than usual. I must remember this when setting out in future to catch a bus and give myself a little more time.
At the apartment door, I rang the ladies next door bell. Gave her the newspaper to read. In the flat and tried again on the Porcelain Throne, no luck, but had a wee-wee.
Got the calendar updated with the appointment for the hearing test.
Realised when I did so, I’d missed getting to the Woodthorpe Park open day. Tsk, Cobblediplonk & Humph!
Did the Health Checks.
The pulse rate had gone down well, only 75 now, gone the opposite way? Huh!
The computer on again and updated this diary.
Back to the Porcelain Throne… ah, movement at last! Not easy, and Duodenal Donald bled a lot, but at least Constipation Konrad had eased a little. I shall still take another Senna with tonight’s medications, though. Took them while I thought of it.
Did some more WordPressing, then Facebooking. Lots of comments to reply to, that was fun.
The intercom burst into life, it was District Nurse came to collect their bag of tricks. I pressed the admit buttons and put some nibbles into the bag and said nowt when she got here to collect them.
Back to Facebooking.
1845hrs: Dawg-gone Virgin Internet went down! Reset button and restart made no difference. Rang 150 for help, got a recorded message Sorry your Virgin Internet is having problems, engineer despatched, we anticipate to have it working again by 0225hrs!
Had a wee-wee. Wash, the toothache started when cleaning the teggies. Humph!
To extra Codeine Got the meal ready.
Rang Sister Jane to make sure she will be in and I would be welcome to visit in the morning.
Got some nibbles and things in the bag, so I don’t forget them tomorrow.
Found the hearing aids in the pocket of a shirt I was putting into in the laundry bag. Humph – Tsk and fancy that!
Fell asleep, dreamt of being chased along office corridors again.
Nightie-night.
Noticed some new bruising and under the skin bleeding on the left leg. Which incidentally has gone down in size a bit this morning. The scratches had dried up now.
Bus into town and a 35 bus out to the QMC Hospital. Only two of the four lifts (elevators) were working, so I walked up the stairs again to the D-floor.
Gave up and put the disinfectant, toothbrushes and dusters back where I got them from and departed, making my way to the Boyles Store further up the road. Where I got some spare toothbrushes at only 39p each! Disinfectant same as the one in Wilko for 15p less, and Neutradol Air Freshener at 30% extra and the same price as Wilko. Felt a bit smug here I did.
Two doors up and into the Savers shop. Got some Neutradol fabric spray at £1 each, some Zoflora Citrus disinfectant at £2.49.
I rang Sister Jane, and she rang back. I’m hoping to go see them on Wednesday, all being well like. Told of one of the blood spots on the tummy from an Enoxaparin shot and how it looked to me like a chicken. 
Got the fodder prepared, and ingested.
Went to make another mug of tea and I could hear a dog barking so clearly, even without my hearing aids in.
Just got an Email telling me my Morrison Delivery is due in a while.Did I remember?
Got another completed, but not the one I wanted to do for TFZer Shirley.
I’ll try it again mind you, although I anticipate I may have to give up on it and do another sort for her.
Back onto graphicalisationing on CorelDraw.
sneaking into it with my camera
Fitted an old graphicalisation up and reposted it.
which is today.
The oddly sized legs tickled me. Well, that’s not the right word, but it’ll have to do.
Made another mug of tea.
The Morrison man called.
Made a brew and took this photographicalisation from the kitchen window.
Went to make a mug of tea, and just had to take this photo of the view.
The view from the kitchen reminded me of the horrible fire in London for some reason or other?
that’s his name, not Frank (Grump, what a clot I am), if he would tell the others about my not getting to the Social Hour again and why! With a cheeky smile, he said he’d think about it. Hehe!
Turned right at the end of the Walk and down onto Winchester Street Hill.
her name. (Not that it matters cause she is sweet, kind, cuddly and beautiful) for the INR blood test.
She soon took the blood, again it took ages for the vein to stop bleeding, but that was good, it gave me time to have an ogle and gossip with the nurse!
By the time I got to the Methodist Church about half way to Sherwood, I was in great pain, and yet high spirits?
I called into the Children’s Charity Shop for a peruse around, but nothing purchased.
The day suddenly went a bit dark?
Made another cuppa in the new mug. Had a wee-wee.
Got the meal prepared and took the medications, did the Health Checks.
2020hrs: The District Nurse, who had been before (The extra cuddly one with the twinkle in her eyes and 
The computer on and did some Facebooking and WordPress reading.
The Morrison delivery arrived, and when I moved to go to the door, some severe pains from the innards appeared.
Got the early meal sorted. Not that is was difficult with no hot fodder involved.
residents from a flat a floor above mine. Got the hearing aids in and realised they were slightly intoxicated, bless them.
Hey-ho, so much better off than the poor souls affected by the Grenfell Tower disaster!
Nipped into the kitchen to pod the peas and get them cooking in the Crock-Pot. I also put some Jersey potatoes in the saucepan to boil.
Cooking now, though.
Head down in the £300 second-hand recliner. (It’s lasting well for a cheapo bargain is this chair) But, I could not get to sleep thinking alternatively about the great match, the fighting hooligans and the newly attacking Duodenal Donald. I don’t know if it is the fodder or the vandals that started him off, but by gum, he’s back with a vengeance. Took an extra 40mg Omeprazole.
All ready for the Morrison delivery to arrive.
Said my cheery cheerio’s and out and off down Chestnut Walk onto and down Winchester Street Hill.
that I had not taken the bank papers with me.
Just over the brow of the hill, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly had me over. Tsk!
as they had to use the opposite side of the road to get through the traffic.
mushrooms.
Looked later and it seemed to be ready, got the oven food into the dish, made and added some gravy, then the mushroom, peas and potatoes.
Watched some telly in between nod-offs. Woke with a start and a raging hunger?
It had apparently been raining most of the night.
One from Iceland telling of some red potato chips they are selling. I found the idea appetising. Never heard of Bergerac Potatoes, I might go on to Bulwell after the doctors and see if I can get some to try?
Yet another wee-wee.
Got the new coat on and collected the bag and set out on the hobble to Carrington and the surgery.
and down into Carrington. The rain didn’t stop at all, but it was far less severe than earlier, but the winds continued to be high and vigorous.
rain and wind back to Arnold.
As the bus arrived in Sherwood, two fellow tenants got on the bus.
The computer on and updated this diary. An hour or so later put the chips into the oven and set the alarm for 15 minutes.
Got the meal served up!
hen I woke ten minutes later I recalled a War & Peace length dream and wrote some bits down on the pad. In the morning when I got around to updating this diary, the memories written down once again were unreadable. Bits I could recall were few, involved an Austin A30 van and my head without a torso climbing out of a pram? Did this graphic for a bit of fun.
.0455hrs: Back down and moved the stuff from the washing machine to the dryer and got that started.Some notices had been moved on the board
The other was just a reminder that repairs are now the Tenant’s Responsibility to report their own repairs.
Looking good, even the weight is down a bit.
d fully at all! But the cycle back on and back up the lift.
Got an email about the Morrison delivery on its way. Delivery arrived.Got the Canadian
They sent large instead of extra large this time, I didn’t notice until I took the photograph.
Did a poem to go with WordPress, I called it: The Nape of Existence. A bit of fun, even it was true. Haha!
. The scar had opened badly on Little Inchy and the blood had flowed. Had a right mess to clean up and medicate! Took me that long the meeting was only ten minutes away from ending by the time I got there! Grumph! Hand time to pose with the others for a photo for the builders? Give the nibbles out and the raffle prizes to Obergruppenfureress Penny to use next week, and everyone was leaving.
Made a cuppa, and saw that I had left the Strawberry flavoured vanilla filled suckers delivered earlier on the window ledge, instead of putting them in the freezer!
Made a meal.
un was shining, and the wind a blowing as I departed on my hobble to and down Winchester Street Hill and to the bank to see Lisa, the new manager.
Back at the flats, I was nearly blown off my feet by the wind.
Updated the diary for Monday next on my Google page.
Took the evening medications, finished on Facebooking and got the fodder prepared.