Saturday 26th August 2017
Azerbaijani: 26 Avqust 2017 Şənbə
0225hrs: I stirred into semi-life, more on than in, the £300 second-hand recliner. I was not sure how I’d got into this precarious position and had it was a challenge getting out of it. By the time I had extracted and freed this overweight mould of body-mass, Hippy Hilda, Hernia Henry and Arthur Itis had all started kicking off complaining. A bad start to the day, Tsk!
Of to the Porcelain Throne, not a good session and I decided to take another Diah-Limit capsule with the medications. Slowly the yonderly feelings left me, and semi-logical thoughts were let through to ruminate within the brain. Not always a good thing.
I did the Health Checks: Sys 160, Dia 76, Pulse 88, Temp 35.5, Weight 14.89. Then made a brew of tea and took the medications.
The computer on and updated yesterday’s post.
0330hrs: Sudden decision to get the washing done. Down to the laundry room.
Ah-ha! The Secret Tea Drinker of Old Woodthorpe Court must have been visiting the laundry room? Hehehe!
On the way back up, I espied some new notices on the board…
A little confusing about the Scarborough now Skegness outing?
Seeing the word Bingo on the letter to the left made me shudder.
Thank heavens I have cancelled the trip. If they are to play Bingo on these trips, I will certainly not be going on them.
Lucky escape when they changed the destination and I withdrew my name. Phew!
Got the machine going and back up to the flat and updated this diary.
0405hrs: Down to move the washing to the dryer.
Popped outside and took this semi-moody photograph from outside the entrance doors.
Not cold out at all this morning at all.
Came back in and retrieved the clobber from the washer and moved it into the dryer, and cleaned the machine.
As I went back to the lift, I saw a notice I’d missed earlier, either that; or someone had been down and put it up during the last hour. Hehe!
I agree that this is unacceptable behaviour.
But, was Obergefreiteress Jenny right with her comment: “PLEASE either leave them on the floor of the chute room….”
Surely the new signs put up in the Chute Room, tell us not to do this?
Some of the more elderly residents might be misled by Jenny’s notice and get themselves in trouble?
Might I suggest that the Nottingham City Homes use fingerprints, DNA or pay a Personal Informer? Hehe!
Apart from this, though, it is a hazardous practice. It might have damaged the caretakers mobile phone, then where would he be if he could not do his ‘Phubbing’ (Noun: The practice of ignoring one’s neighbours or companions to pay attention to one’s mobile phone) at any of us when we do try to speak to him?
Updated this diary to here, then down to collect the laundry. Each time I’ve used it up to now, the elevator on the left has had flashing lights inside, had to close the eyes.
Gathered and folded the dried togs and got them into the bag.
Cleaned the filters and drum, and back up to the apartment with them.
Got the clothes stored away where they belong. All finished by 0550hrs, and ready for a mug of tea.
Updated this post to here, then got caught up with Facebook, it took a few hours. Well, three hours to get caught up.
Made a start on the next TFZer series graphic preparation. Spent hours on this too, but without much to show for it.
Got the nosh cooking, peas in saucepan chips and pie in the oven.
Still no call to the Porcelain Throne for a while? Managed a lot of wee-wees, though. Tsk!
This simplistic fodder went down like a treat, despite when I was taking the stuff out of the oven, I got a phone call from Brother-in-Law Pete, and it was not very hot when I got round to eating it. Very nice to get a call, though.
Fatigued again for no reason, I almost collapsed in the recliner, watched some TV in between nod-offs. The dreams were rampant and not nice, but memories of them a scarce.
And that was the day done for me. Tsk!
Sunday 27th August 2017
Latin: Die XXVII Septembris MMXVII
0300hrs: Stirred and pondered on the dreams I’d been having, but only the nature of them returned to me, no details really. Guilt and frustration lingered from them I think.
As I moved to stand up, a right mess was strewn all around the £300 second-hand recliner. Nibble packets (empty), crumbs, medical pots and tubes, broken pencil, mobile phone on the carpet, nail cutters and rather worryingly an empty giant size roasted seaweed packet. I spent a while trying to remember eating anything last night, but could not recall doing so, apart from the meal?
To the Porcelain Throne, Oh dear… Trotsky Terence might be returning, a messy, uncomfortable session. Mind you, no Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Hippy Hilda, Reflux Roger or Hernia Harry hassle up to now. Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna seemed to be working in unison to torment me, with the odd excruciating attack (Humph!). Especially, Duodenal Donald, he made me want to deracinate the innards to relieve the stabbing pains, and Anne Gyna seemed to be very busy causing similar annoyance all over the chest and back area. Not had a start to the day as bad as this for a long time.
Sat there on the free-moving loose Porcelain Throne seat, I ruminated on things. But the mind was not in the mood for my making use of it, so I gave up pondering, wash-up and into the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks and medication imbibing.
Oh, heck! The state of the kitchen. Dirty washing in the sink, crumbs and marks on the floor, and, crucially, the fridge door was open! So, I had been night-nibbling in my sleep for sure, then?
It was 0355hrs by the time I got around to carrying-out the Health Checks.
Sys138, Dia 98, Pulse 80 Temp 35.59 and the weight 14.85. I put the high Dia and temperature down to my not feeling too well overall? At least the weight had fallen a bit. Took the medications.
I could not face cleaning the place up. I was concerned as to how I made the mess and could not remember doing it? The Rumbling Innards were getting a bit more fierce, now. Back to the Porcelain Throne soon I reckon.
I got the urge to take a panoramic photograph from out on the balcony. I could not hold the camera firmly enough to make one, so I took two regular ones and tried to get them together and trimmed, this is the result. Not perfect, but it gives you an idea of the incredible view I am lucky enough to have.
Not too cold out at all. I returned inside and visited the Porcelain Throne. Things no better, messy again. Took an extra Diah-Limit capsule and Codeine 60g.
Got on with updating this diary. (Anything to avoid getting the place cleaned-up! Tsk!)
0540hrs: Checked the Emails. Then WordPress reading. Readied and titivated some graphics for later use.
I’ve a little bit of advice in the form of a tip here for you folks. Then you are getting down to get the washing-up liquid from underneath the kitchen sink and get a visit from Dizzy Dennis, try not to fall with all your weight against the cupboard door. Especially when your thumb is still in the closet! The door squashing your digit may impose a sweet blood-blister under your nail. Hehe!
0708hrs: Updated this diary.
Perused Facebook.
0900hrs: Made a brew of Thompson’s Strong Tea (Personally Recommended for those who like a tasty mug of tea!), And set about prepping some stuff for the graphics for the next TFZer series. Got one done and posted, but not one in this series.
I pray they will like it. Sixteen TFZers with six of their pets, in this one. I wonder if anyone can name them all? Just a bit of fun. Marie Young was the first TFZ to say she’d found them all, bless her cotton socks. I must find time to do a Certificationalision of Merit graphic.
Got the nosh sorted. Tomatoes and balsamic vinegar dressing, boiled potatoes with grated cheese, beetroot, cheesy potato pockets, apple, mini pork pie, mushrooms and a slice of flat bread. Followed by a lemon curd yoghourt.
This went down very well. Rated at 9.35/10!
Washed-up and did the Health Checks, then took the medications.
BJ rang, “Do you still want to go to the Papplewick Pumping Station tomorrow?” – “Yes please, thanks.” – “Tsk! I’ll call you when I’m on my way after picking up David, should be around 1200hrs” Nice!
Settled-down to watch some TV. Intending to look at a daft monster film and a documentary about the Marie Celeste. I spent more time nodding that watching! Hehe! Then when I decided to give up the viewing, I could not get off to sleep with the mind fighting against any rest with its constant thinking of regrets, mistakes and frustrations I’d been through over the years.
Tsk!
Made a mug of tea and took the morning medications. Health Checks carried out: Sys159-Dia71-Pulse89-Temp35.4 and the weight, I have to report – was the highest it has been ever! 14.91. Depression dawned!
I alighted the bus on Lower Parliament Street and hobbled through to Goose Gate to visit the Chinese Shop to get some more chestnuts.
I hobbled down High Pavement (The top photograph above), and there was smoke coming from the roof of the Contemporary Art Gallery.
I took this photograph further up on Wheeler Gate.
This should please the few who have visited the Beach today. Not many of them, mind. Can’t blame them really, the costs are high for the rides. Not that this dampened the spirits of the little Nottinghamians in the slightest.
between the pedestrians, without any thought to their safety! With any luck he’ll get knocked off of it by someone one day, I’d love to be there when it happens. A trained First aider or not, if anyone else 
But back to the compound and was the last one to the flats again. Poor old thing!
Got the meal, soy sauce potatoes, tomatoes, cheese & onion scones, battered haddock fillet and a fish cake. Followed by the Lemon Mousse.
Took the medications and did the Health Checks.
Food delivery arrived.
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.
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.
But some families had laid claim to the favourite corner positions on the beach. I wondered if any of them were German holidaymakers? Hehe!
Up the road and into the Hearing Aid place. Logged in with Snottypants on the reception and got the crossword book out.
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.
way to it via the Nottingham Beach.
Across the road and through the square.
The last amusement ride I looked at was also moving fast and up and down.
the paper shop on the corner of Queen Street.
At the flats, I found this parked outside the apartments.
Had a bash on Facebooking.
Went to do the washing up and the rain had returned.
0600hrs: It’s all dry outside at the moment, Although l
0841hrs: Had a wee-wee and nipped out on the balcony to take a photograph.
difficult part of doing the work can be the preparation. Searching for png file that you like and want to use, downloading it, doctoring and saving it converted into CPT format, then deleting the original png file. Takes ages to do just one, and I am looking for 20 or more. Still, nice when they are done properly and can be used later.
Got the dinner on and opened the packet with the towels in that had arrived.
Even Reflux Roger kicked off as I limped into the kitchen, what a start to the morning this was!
Made a brew of tea and did the Health Checks. Took the medications.
Back to the kitchen and made another mug of tea for the one that had gone cold.
aying indoors would be a good idea today. Mostly the Porcelain Throne room door? Hehehe!
Realised I was to go to the HMV store to see if the Biederbeck Three Series I’d ordered had arrived.
take this photo though, as I turned right down Winchester Hill.
To the bus stop and caught one back up into Sherwood.
Then next door to the cake shop and obtained a fresh cream iced scone thingy.
As I waited to cross the road, this car pulled around the corner and parked up on the pavement, and the driver just sat there. The thing of interest was what I think are tyre skid marks across the road behind the vehicle.
Put the food away and got the new second-hand saucepans washed and on the cooker.
raphicalisations off for the TFZer site.
0500hrs: The Strange Awakening.
Took the morning medications and made up the pots for next weeks doses. Needless to say, I was happy I still had some of the Morrison Acute Diarrhoea Derek tablets and took one with the other medications.
Made a mug of tasty tea.
wander through the Copse later, take some nature pictures perhaps… hello, the rumbling innards have started again. Back to the Porcelain Throne.
Also, I have to fill in a City Care Satisfaction Survey about the nurses who did the Enoxaparin injections for me, five pages of this.
Had a wee-wee. Went into the kitchen to get some more antiseptic wipes and spotted two things out of the window below.
Started another graphic off, and the Amazon man arrived with the parcel, containing the hearing-boosters and lid remover.
while I was sorting out and getting the items assessed!
Far too late up for me, now. Feeling all drained again.
had to stab holes in the lid of the jar when I failed to get it off with the new wonder lid-removal tool from Amazon, I was lucky enough to have an empty beetroot jar to transfer the fodder into. Not big enough, so I had to throw some away, though.
inema on Wilford Road in Nottingham, around 1950 and looking down at myself as an ankle-snapper in the line of bodies and remember thinking as stared at my younger self: “I don’t know who it is either!” Hehehe! There were many more things that took place, but I cannot recall them.
Set off down Chestnut Walk towards the turn off for Winchester Street Hill.
photographicalisation of them from below.
To the shop and spent over £12 on food? Mature Stilton, Jersey potatoes, tomatoes, tins of stuffed peppers, Lemon yoghourts, bread rolls with cheese, Smoked Haddock filled fishcakes and risotto mushroom rice.
meant I had to break the stuff into two bags.
Put away shopping and medications and took the midday doses.
sh served up with a small pot of lemon yoghourt.
0405hrs: Off to Pebble-Dash the Porcelain Throne again. Far less urgency, quantity, mayhem and blood this time. On the wane, I think, even if only temporary until the next food intake, the relief is much appreciated.
Getting the potatoes in the saucepan on a low light, I came across this misshapen one. Put it in with the others.
This is the result.
Ten-minute later, I returned to write this paragraph, with water in my eyes! Hehe!
I’d got the equipment needed for the last of the three Bowel Cancer Screening samples and got it done, messily. All done, put in an envelope ready to post off later.
Down to collect the clothes from the dryer.
The darned foot is no better. Limping along in pain all the time, but managing, even with the other ailments in unison with the foot.
The Morrison chap arrived.He kindly carried the things into the kitchen for me, nice bloke.
Then I started on the windows next mission in the cleaning campaign.
Had a scan of the horizon.
Got the meal ready.
Took the medications with an extra ADR capsule. 
I got dressed and took the laundry down and got it going in the only washing machine of the two that was available this morning.
Down to collect the washing.
drizzle occasionally. Left up the hill to the crest, and down into Carrington.
It was regarding the request I made six weeks or so ago for the I.D. needs for the bank transfer from the Doctor.
She then pointed out when I asked her if I was doing the temperature correctly, that I wasn’t. Fancy that! I should set a timer for one minute then make contact with the skin under the arm and wait for this timer to run out. Evidently, the thermometer thingymabob pips or beeps three times, when it is done. But of course being hard of hearing I cannot hear it, this is why she suggested using the timer. Good isn’t she! Oh, and I have to wait after turning it on, until the LO shows up before applying it to the skin, easy when someone tells yer! Hehe! From here on, I should get the correct readings I hope. Tsk!
Told her about the depressions and anxiety attacks and she gave me a leaflet/card with some contact numbers on to use if I liked.
us back into Sherwood, the feet were aching now.
Got in and got the small Hippopotaspuds on a low light, and put the other things away.
This photograph in sepia I have found in my files is of one of the roads I was floating through. It was Allport Street off Waterway Street… As I recall?
Got the Hippopotaspuds nosh ready. The small vine tomatoes were tasty.