Saturday 8th September 2018
Swedish: Lördag 8 September 2018
0305hrs: I bestirred, yet again as a different person from yesterday morning. This time the ailments were not being so kind to me. I lay musing over various things, but pathetically my mind refused to accept anything as being compelling or in earnest. For a few minutes, I thought the brain had reverted to adolescence mode, as concentration had gone AWOL. Without any doubt, for several minutes oneirataxia reined and ruled my brain’s thought patterns.
As the aberrations weakened and reality attempted to return and retake charge, it was assisted in regaining control, when the urgent need to utilise the Porcelain Throne arrived.
And what a kerfuffle I made of getting to the wet room!
First: Detaching my fearsomely flobby figure from the £300 second-hand rickety shaking recliner, I knocked the bottle of clementine juice off of the Ottoman as I operated the remote thingamabob.
Second: I got my foot entangled in a little rip in the quilt that had fallen off during my sleep, making it a massive tear. An attempt to regain my balance failed. Over I went and cracked my knee again the corner of the large Ottoman as I fell on it, and my head on the waste bin on the way down.
Thirdly: I took my time and was as careful as I could be (Bearing in mind the need to use the Throne was becoming more imperative as the seconds passed by!) in my battle to get back up on my feet. I trod on a packet of cheese curls that were on the small Ottoman but got displaced in my tumble. The bag burst open. And thoughts that I would have to return and try to clean up all the damned curls and crumbs after visiting the wet room, I proceeded limpingly, but hurriedly to the Throne.
A threateningly large looking evil Ironclad boll weevil biting beetle was near the shower floor drain. But other needs took priority to my liquidating the varmint.
I mounted the Throne, and things were a little reluctant this morning. A rarity!
However, I got a few pages of the book read.
While I did so, the evil Ironclad boll weevil biting beetle, actually came over and had a bite of my sock, climbed on top of it, nosed around, and then climbed down the other side, and did a patrol of the perimeter wall of the wet room? Guard Duty?
Harolds Haemorrhoids were not bleeding at all, although they were a tad sore.
I cleaned myself up.
Then, I licked a finger to get the Ironclad boll weevil from the floor, and flicked the beetle, intending for it to land in the WC bowl; but made a hash of it and it landed upside down, on his back, in the sink with the soaking face cloths.
As I took this photo, he righted himself and 
swam to the side and desperately tried to climb out. How brave and resilient these beasts are! Being a big overweight softie, I freed him.
Weighed the body bulk in the spare room. Please note: The weight had gone down. Yes, Down! Smug Mode Adopted.
Back to the battleground. Did my best with cleaning up the result of the exploded bag of cheese curls temporarily. Don’t want to use the hoover this early in the day.
To the kitchen to do the Health Checks.
Took the medications and made a note for myself to remind me to apply the last of the Daktacort later in the day, to make it last longer. The bleeding from Inchies Fungal Lesion had congealed, but I am not going to do anything about it yet until it is late enough not to disturb the neighbours with the noise of the shower and my screaming when I medicate the area later! Hahaha!
Got the computer on.
Yet again, the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet kept going down for a few seconds and minutes as I worked on starting this blog.
Thank You to Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global, the largest international TV and broadband company in the world, with operations in 10 European countries and 51 million broadband, video, voice, and mobile subscribers.
But, I struggled on and got this update done to here.
Then went to finalise the Saturday Inchcock blog. Got it finished and posted off to WordPress.
Went on the WordPress reader page. Then did the comment reading and replies.
I thought I’d better get the Facebooking done, while Liberty-Global Virgin Media is working, slowly, but it is back on now.
Between 0620 > 0800hrs, the chute was used on eight occasions. I imagine a lot of poor tenants would have been woken up by the noise, regrettably.
Did the next Health Checks a lot earlier than normal, so I could get on with creating some Inchcock Today headers, and hopefully getting the templates done for them.
On to CorelDraw. Part-way through creating the graphic tops, Sister Jane rang me. Glad she did, cause I was so deep into graphicalisationing, the break did me good.
We had a good natter, and she burnt her tomato sauce!
I made a cuppa when she’d gone, and let it get cold while I spent another two hours doing the templates. But, I enjoy doing them, and now, at last, I am currently, now in front with them.
But it did drain me a little, mentally.
So I got some chopped tomatoes and passata on a low light and warmed the oven ready for the Frikadellens to go into later.
The tiredness came later on in the day today. I think it was because I was so involved, determined and intent on getting the graphics and templates done?
But this meant I’d not got the late WordPressing reader done or comments looked at. So I had a go at them.
Extremely weary now, folks. Got the Health Checks done, and the Frikadellens in the oven.
The Aldi Frikadellens were fatty and greasy, making them almost uneatable. I did consume one of them.
The tomatoes were utterly tasteless.
The bread thins had gone hard around the edges.
The apple was dry and bitter.
The soft Lemon cream cakes were terrific.
A rating of 3/10 was given for Flavour-Rating.
Last Health Checks were done, medications were taken, and down into the £300 second-hand recliner, so I could fall asleep trying to watch the TV.
Woke with a stomach ache an hour or so later. I blamed the terrible tasting Aldi Frikadellens. I’ll never by them again!
Off to the kitchen to have a look what the weather was like.
Getting the tablets, sphygmomanometer and medications out of the drawer, I dropped the olive-oil dispenser, and the rubber end-squeezer broke, distributing the 
The Sys has come down at last, and the pulsation rate increased a tad too.
Seems like showers, thunderstorms, rain and cloudy for this week, then. Fiddlesticks!
Had a good session. Took the black bags to the rubbish chute.
arranged appointments.
I stopped to take a picture of the works around the flats, en route to the Obergruppefurheress Wardens HQ and Social Hut. I remembered there was a meeting later today, one of the instructional ones about new things being fitted.
Had a go at the crossword on the bus. But gave up, my concentration was not right.
The Poultry, where the trams run up and down, (When are haven’t broken down, knocked someone over, had a crash, or had a technical failure, that is of course) and where the ‘Posh Shops’ are. I’ve no idea why, there is insufficient parking for tenants and owners, let alone the shoppers being barred from parking on the street. The shop on the right, well, bar actually, is where the stabbings were last month.
I limped down the road and took this photo of the back of the Little John bell tower.
a well-trained member of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist Squad, as he rode off of the pavement onto the road without even looking, while drinking from a bottle, not using the handlebars, and undoubtedly unconcerned about the Highway Code. He probably thinks the Highway Code is a new form of Asian Flu. Hehehe!
When I arrived at the Nottingham Canal, I stood a while letting memories flow to and frow. This is the canal that I got thrown into when I was about five or six years old. Although not from this bridge, one further along.
I moved to the other side of the bank, in case the gentlemen saw me took offence.
I was still in time Jenny told me, to get to the flat and drop-off my bags the get back in time for the meeting.
Getting into the outer hallway to the three flat’s doors, was so disappointing and instantly down-heartening. Worse than that really!
Got the meal (Belly Pork) in the oven cooking. Now, my head-down time was really, well gone.
Even the beautiful sun-going-down sky photographicalisation was taken without any genuine appreciation of it, just automatically.
The pulse seems to be dropping over the last few days. I’m not sure if that is a good or bad thing?
I had another brew to replace the one that went cold and looked out at the row of street lights depicting the location of Winchester Street hill.
Got the computer on and began finalising yesterday’s post. I was doing well, and working between two sites, when the Internet went down, only for a short time, but enough for me to lose some graphics work I was making. Humph!
1000hrs: Dressed and I set off to call at the Social Shed on the way to catch at the first bus up to Mapperley.
she had given the Moussaka meals to a lady resident who is not very well, and she appreciated the muchly as she could not get out to shop. Jenny doing this made my day, it is lovely to be able to help others, especially those in need. Thanks, Jenny!
I ambled around and got £17.60 worth of fodder. No sign of the couple from the flats, I had a look from the checkouts, but couldn’t see them. We were going to catch the bus back together.
I saw the Belle Vue Lodge Home as I turned the corner.
As I carefully made my way down Winchester Street hill and the apartment building in which I dwell came into view, I took this picture of the flats. Not a soul in sight.
Got the purchases out and put away. Well, not the cottage pie. I got the oven warming up while I added a ton or two of grated cheese and sliced tomatoes on top of the meal in readiness for when the oven heated up sufficiently.
Got the nosh prepared on the blue tin plate.
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 
-3°c outside, and it felt the same inside. And, I can hear you asking how is that then. 
Had a wee-wee. Made another brew.
I took a picture o this rather picturesque scene of one of the roads opposite.
I did notice down below, somebody had had the pleasure of being the first person to walk along Chestnut Walk.
kit with pigeon feathers, monkey blood, sparrow bones, an 
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.
Got the nosh prepared.
Cleaned-up and off to the kitchen to make a brew.
This when it became apparent that it was snowing such thin flakes, snow-showers I think they call this type of weather. It seemed to be melting as soon as it landed on the ground.
, I found it interesting that on the same page, were these links.
A little snow shower had left the pretty picture opportunity for me.
I decided to get the vegetable tray made up ready to go into the oven late. Much later. Why I did this so early in the day, is still a puzzle to my befuddled brain.
What a shame. In my concerted efforts to get the tray back in the refrigerator, I decided I’d have to move some of the other fodder around to make room for it. 
Health Checks and medications were seen to.
0110hrs: It felt well below freezing out there as I opened the window to have a check on the weather… well, the state of the snow and ice really.
I gave my elbow one heck of crack in the window frame as I came back in after taking the photo. I think I may have said something like “Oh, blow it!”
Got the meal served up. I had one of the Lamb Hotpots I bought from Aldi. And have to say, it was superb, flavoursome and filling. 
To the main room, and cleared up the crushed cheesy curl mess.
I made a grand tasting drink of Extra Strong English Breakfast tea, in the new second-hand mug.
Got in the lift and was greeted with dried mud on the floor. I hadn’t noticed that yesterday.
I departed and set off on my hobble into Sherwood, then Carrington to the surgery for my blood test and Harold Haemorrhoid examination.
Another gloomy day looked to be in the offing as I got part way down the Winchester Street Hill.
A little further down the hill, I saw the gates that I think come out at the end of the secret pathway from opposite the apartments. 
Got onto Mansfield Road and turned left up to the incline.
Where amazingly, I remembered to look for the flowers in a garden that I promised Orbb, a friend on the internet, I’d take a photo of them if they were out.
Feeling elegiac, and dejectedly melancholy, I left the nibbles on the desk for the receptionists and departed.
Off the bus and morosely over the crossing and limped up over the hill and down to the Woodthorpe Grange Park gates.
The Copse cheered me a little, as I noticed some greenery coming through.
But I did enjoy the Asda ready made Minced Beef Hotpot. 
But, the taste was delicious. I’ll have to eat more healthy noshes in between having these I suppose? Tsk!
Into the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks.
Back to the Kitchen to take the medications. I got the Beta-B
Dropped off in a Wet but warm Nottingham and hobbled to the Poundland Shop on Upper Parliament Street. Where they had no pies in stock.
Then down the moving staircase and out facing Clumber Street.
Again it caught me, the fact that so few people were out and about.
IT must have been pelting down with rain while I was in the shop. Cause all the pavements were wet. I worked that out on my own yer know, oh yes!
It came over all dark, and the rain hammered it down for only about two minutes, then it brightened up again.
As the bus passed the end of Clumber Street, I tried to take this photo as the rain began again and we passed by.
A letter arrived via Nottingham City Homes.
The meal was enjoyed muchly. The balsamic vinegar in the sausages made them taste tangy.
Hung it on the TV screen.
Got the shakes and shivers this morning. I think this is due to the workers removing more cladding yesterday?
blood missed when I cleaned up earlier. Checked the bin in the front room had a black bag in it. Computer off, no alarms ringing or flashing, and then into the kitchen to look at the taps, cooker etc… and blow me down, I had three bins in there instead of two, and I’d missed taking a sealed bag that needed to be chuted as if to speak. Hehe! For a second I thought I must be losing it quicker than I realised. Had the Aliens been at it again? I went back in the front room and comprehended what had happened. I’d put a new refuse black-bag on the chair, and it had fallen where the bin would usually be, hence, fooling this old twit into thinking the container was there when it wasn’t! I didn’t explain that very clearly, did I? Sorry.
Set off, hobbling as fast as things would let me, to avoid my being late for the first appointment. On Chestnut Walk outside the apartments, the puddle near the builders compound was frozen solid. But I have to say, the new jacket was keeping me nice and warm. Mind you, I was moving at a fair rate of knots, for me.
I took this photo, he had just started to reverse into the traffic solid main road illegally!
Along and up and over the crest of the hill.
As the traffic started to move again, I arrived at the Surgery, straight in, with fifteen minutes to spare. Logged in with the receptionist, the one who has a perfect look of contempt on her face for me each time I go when she is on duty. She makes me want to apologise for bothering her. So compelling is her obviously trained look of unprovable haughtiness. I have to give her credit where its due. Personally, I think she ought to be dealing with the Brexit negotiations for us.
Up the hill and down into Sherwood, and up the incline and called into the new bakery, to see if they had any small sourdough bread or cobs on sale. They were… and I’m not joking, selling the bread 800g, at £5 each! I retreated!
Time to get the fodder served up.
And no bleeding either! Washed up and to the kitchen accompanied by Dizzy Dennis worryingly, to make a brew of tea.