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Tuesday 13th November 2018
Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 13 Tachwedd 2018
2245hrs: I woke with the mind full of a confused, farraginous mixture of unrelated things, thoughts, and fears. As these annoying worries permeated the brain, somehow or other the jumble cleared.
To be replaced with the sudden recollection that I had not taken last nights medications!
So, to be sure of this, I disentangled my worryingly ischemia looking torso with its humungous belly attached, from the £300 second-hand recliner. I made a toe-stubbing and Dizzy Spell free hobble to the kitchen and inspected the dosage pots.
Had to have a wee-wee en route. Noting, that the damned Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles were back again!
Off to the kitchen, finding that the brain was right; I had not taken last nights medications. I then took last night’s as well as this morning, at the same time, together… Hehe! Taking care, not to duplicate the Trental blood release tablets, Codeine, and Beta-blockers of course.
Then, on to an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol. The results were disappointing, to say the least. Apparently, a Counter Attack had been in progress!
The wet room revealed so many of the little, minuscule baby-weevils, it was impossible to count them all. Grumph! They were spread thinly over most of the floor, with a few that had somehow got up to the sink and had fallen in, or gone for a swim… Hehehe!, in the caustic soda water where the medical cloths were soaking. I finished off one of the Sanmex Bug Killer Sprays.
Then off to inspect the spare room. Well, what a revelation there, too! There were adults and tiny young Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, actually inside an unopened pack of three kitchen towels! All dead I thought, they must be… But no! When I part opened the package, many of them scattered. I adopted my “Brutal-Killer-Mode!” Out came the can of ‘Raid Bug Killer’ and I used it all up, then fetched another Sanmex spray from my arsenal draw in the front room, and used up half of that on the illegal immigrant, alien Weevils! I was soon coughing with the spray use, myself!
I moved on to check the unwanted light and view-limiting new window ledge, where I usually find a few dead ones from my previous bug-spraying mission.
I had about ten or so near the right holes in the newly installed ledge, this time I found just the one live one. I’ve Christened this Weevil, Usain Bolt, because of the speed with which he shot away! I’ll get him one day. Haha! The kitchen Weevil-
Reconnoitre showed up only dead baby Curculionoidea, around ten or twelve of them.
By the time I’d finished countering the resurgent Weevil attack, and coughing a lot, I’d used up two what were full cans of spray. On Sanmex and one Rentokil!
I guess anyone could tell which was my recycling bag? Hehe!
Wiped the overspray areas that I knew of, then I washed the hands and got on with the belated Health Checks.
A bit concerning to me, the Sys and Dia on the way back up again. I’ll mention this to the nurse later at the INR Warfarin blood test.
I got on with completing yesterdays diary. This took me ages, as my falling asleep so soon on Monday prevented me doing any work on it then. All done, I posted it off to WordPress and then went on their Reader section. Some good stuff on there this visit.
I went on Facebooking to add to my picture albums. Visited the TFZer site. Hours later I finished on TFZing.
Mug of tea and a few (Honestly, only a few) Scottish Shorties biscuits.
Off for a short-sharp-wee-wee.
More damned Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles found on the cloth that was drying! Oy Gevalt! Will I survive the bug spray overspill long enough for me to see an end to them?
The morning skies hue had changed dramatically, and I just had to photographicalise the view from the window. Gorgeous!
Ablutions were tended to, and the medicationalisationings were also done.
I took the black bags to the waste chute.
Readied the nurse’s nibbles and paperwork, and off out into the cold sunshine. Taking this shot from the end of Chestnut Walk as I limped along. Bit of a moody one, I thought?
To the end of the road and a right down Winchester Street hill.
Passing the Mystery Boots, still in the bin?
Further down the hill, another of the thoughtless, imbecilic nasty Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists shot by me! How he did not knock me, I don’t know he was so close! Git! Flipping psychopathic Pavement Cyclists! I’m losing faith in Christianity. One thing in years I ask for, just one thing; and he ignores me! I suppose wishing for someone to fall off his bike and end up under the bus’s wheels, was asking a lot and slightly naughty? I 
assume I’ll be right up-the-creek now for getting through St Peter’s Gate as well. Tsk!
A few hundred yards up Mansfield Road, yet another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist did the same thing, only this one from the front. I turned to snap a photograph, but he’d disappeared?
Up the hill with a certain gusto this morning. Well, I say Gusto… perhaps ‘I hobbled a little less slowly’ would be more suitable. Haha!
The traffic was starting building for the rush hour jams, as usual. The sun was breaking through more often as well, but there was no heat in it much.
Approaching the Sherrington Medical Practice premises… By the way, they gave it that new name some years ago, because they serve Sherwood & Carrington so used a mix of both locations. Just thought I’d mention it! Now, what was I going to type… No, it’s gone, now! My memory is h’arev!
Anyway, I got in and to the reception desk, and booked in with the lovely lady, in plenty of time 0835hrs. Got the crossword book out, and very glad I had it with me. It was about 0920hrs by the time I was summoned for my blood test.
It was not Nurse Nichole on duty! (I hid the tears and put on a brave face!) Nurse Ann said she was sorry I was kept waiting, they had just had a meeting? She got the blood taken without telling me off about anything at all. Worrying that, it’s unnatural! I gave her, her nibbles and thanked her. Dropped some fodder-nibbles off for the receptionists on the way out.
AS I got on Mansfield Road, I decided to call as Lidl, to see if they had any of the cooked chestnuts in stock again. They hadn’t of course. I still came out with fodder though. Crispy fried onions, Airwick air freshener, Almond Macaroons for the nibble box and some Cox’s apples, minus £6.25, Hehe! Humph! This annoyed me, and I decided to cheer myself up, by catching the bus to Bulwell to search for some chestnuts, and feed and gossip with the Mallards.
Caught the bus, and was dropping off in Bulwell within an hour. Calling in the Tesco Extra store near the bus stop, confident that I would get some cooked chestnuts and pork knuckle, this cheered me up! I came out with chickpeas and cheese baps.
I left disappointed and walked into Bulwell from the opposite end to what I would normally.
I called in the Fulton Food stores and got some pork with stuffing slices.
Then through the Market Place, a sad sight.
I called into the Poundland shop and foolishly decided to stock up and get some food for the ducks. Coming out with more Sanmex Bug Killer sprays and suet pellets. £9 worse off now. Tsk!
The pleasurable bit of the day next, I went over the road to the river Leen, and had a great time talking to the Mallards Much to the amusement of people watching, and fed them and the pigeons. Both lots of birds being harassed by the seagulls occasionally.
I caught a tram back to Nottingham City Centre.
Took this interesting picture, at least I thought it might be for anyone not familiar with Bulwell. IT is the new station bridge, with Saint Mary the Virgin & All Souls Church in the background.
The tram arrived in minutes. I did not enjoy the scramble to get a seat, amidst the rush. But I got one. 
Then at the next stop, 50% of the passengers alighted? Spotting various bits of Nottinghamian Artwork on the seats, floors and near the doors.
This pear is the only one I could take clandestinely enough so as not to upset the seat standing on and swearing threateningly other passengers.
I got off in town and thought I’d try one more time to get some cooked chestnuts and pork knuckle, from the Tesco Metro this time in Victoria Centre. I got there with hopes high again. Only for them to be shattered again. They had none of either! I must try to get to Asda and try them soon. I came out with potato cakes, bread thins for the freezer and pork slices.
Walked through the mall and out onto Parliament Street.
Took this snap of Clumber Street East, with a few early Christmas shoppers, pickpockets, muggers, alcoholics and druggies, no doubt. Plainly, there were no police officers seen again.
Then I decided to try the City Poundland store, 
just in case they had any chestnuts on sale. They hadn’t, but I came out with a pork pie, Ritz crackers and some nibbles for the social hour box. I was struggling now with all the weight I had in the two bags.
I made my way to the Queen Street bus stop, where I spotted this jogger using the middle of the road?
They just don’t care these Nottinghamian citizens, do they?
Etiquette, good manners, empathy, acceptable behaviour, decency, courtesy, politeness, civility, conformity, politesse, morality, ethics, and couthness, have all but died a death now, sadly!
I blame Brexit you know. Hehehe!
Caught the bus and the second spell of contentment and joy began at the next bus stop; Penny and Margaret with her hubby got on the bus. I fear the conversations were a little one-sided. Most of the time I kept asking Penny, sat behind me, what it was that Margaret had said! The hearing aid batteries were dying. Humph! But from what Penny told me, and bits I picked-up, I think it was a humorous and fun chinwagging session.
Back at the flats, we parted, and Jenny and I limped back to Woodthorpe Court, having a little natter which I enjoyed with Jenny.
Into the flat and I took a long-sharp-wee-wee this time. Hehehe!
Did the Health Checks and got the fodder unloaded and put away.
Then got some mushrooms in the saucepan with balsamic vinegar and herbs in the water and on the simmer.
The updating of this post was draining, but I enjoyed doing it. I stopped and made a blog up of the Mallard visit, a pictorial one.
Took this picture of twelve floors down outside, of the workers, working!
Late now, but I wanted to update this blog before settling for a meal. Although it will mean my waking so much later. By the time I got the update done, it was two hours beyond my usual falling asleep time.
So I did the last Health Checks, made sure I took the evening medication too, then got the nosh prepared. Taking this photograph of the fantastic evening sky.
The meal, I served in one of the divided plastic plates. Or I should say, to be correct; The terrible meal, I served in one of the divided plastic plates.
The tomatoes, pork and pickled egg were alright, the rest for some reason did not?
A flavour rating of 4.3/10 awarded. I suspect this might have been due to my overtiredness, feeling fatigued and unaccountable irritability with myself.
I threw away most of the nosh. Got the pots washed. Had a short-sharp-wee-wee and got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some TV.
I was soon asleep.
I decided to have a reconnoitre around for an assessment of the Weevil population this morning.
Had a wee-wee, put the kettle on, and needed another wee-wee. Very short-sharp ones. The smaller ‘after being lasered’ bladder, might have an infection or something. I noticed yesterdays liquid release visits seemed to be getting more often and releasing less and less each time.
Washed the hands with antiseptic disinfectant, and got the sphygmomanometer and thermometer to do the Health Checks.
Not many folks about out there this morning, especially for a Monday. A few of the Willmott-Dixon lads, but not a single tenant to be seen anywhere.
display!” They could not help but laugh! I love it when I can create a bit of happiness and a laugh for folks!
As I limped along, this customary Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist shot by me from behind. 
Hobbling down the hill, near the car showrooms, I found a piece of Nottinghamian Street-Art with a difference on the pavement. An unopened pot of Tesco Egg and Spinach?
More shop units closed down. This one had moved into an Off-Licence and newspaper shop, further up the road.
cheese, tomatoes, a bottle of fresh orange juice and chestnut mushrooms. Thanked the lad, and out to the bus stop to get back into Sherwood. Which looked a little deserted to me?
. Where, I am sure I must have had a funny turn, dizzies or something. Because I came out with a large bag of TVP (Textured Vegetable Protein), nowadays called SPC (Soya Protein Chunks)! Why I needed or wanted these was beyond me, I must be losing it! Also, I’d bought some French Chestnuts in a small jar… and foolishly paid £3.50 for the privilege of buying them!
I even confused myself by getting these chestnuts?
I hobbled back to the apartment, taking this photographicalisation of some Willmott-Dixon workers in the centre Extra Care Unit compound. 
way up to the flat. Where I had an urgently needed and slightly longer short-sharp wee-wee. Hehe!
Then got the fodder prepared, another salad style one. But very tasty, and I put too much out on the plate, so about a third of it wasn’t consumed. Fool! 
Ah, well, at least I was up and awake now. I decided to carry out an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle assessment patrol. Collected a full can of Santex Bug Killer and went on my sentinelic tour. With great assiduity, I checked everywhere.
Took the medications, and sorted the next two weeks dosage pots out.
Then started to update and finished off the Saturday blog.
Got as far as up to here on this page, and went to get the laundry duties done. By ‘eck it smells rotten in the laundry room!
Down to the washing room. Someone had dumped two large bags of general rubbish in the laundry room bin. 
Had a look at the notice board.
Down yet again to collect the washing from the dryer. 
there something awful.
Woodthorpe Court building. 
I pressed on, going through the trees up towards the Tropical Garden.
No ailments were bothering me. Scary, I know!
I left and hobbled down to the park walkway, to avoid the mass of leaves and slipping over the mud beneath.
By the time I’d walked on for about three hundred yards or so, the sun retired temporarily, and it started to look decidedly bleak for a while.
The sky lightened a little, and I took the photo of Winwood Heights on the left, from the top of the gravel path.
The cold nosh was prepared.
This manoeuvre proved to be a bad choice. Unbenowst to me (Well, I’d forgotten about it!), I had earlier left the DVD remote control and an open tube of Phorpain Gel laying on the quilt when I must have fallen asleep, or maybe in a nocturnal eidolon? The remote hit me on the head and the medical gel self-dispensed itself down my neck and chest. So I gave it a good rubbing in. Hehe!
I removed my body from the recliner and made my way to the wet room. The evacuation went alright.
While in there, I picked a new bag of the PPs to move into the wet room for later use.
The sphygmomanometer took a couple of tries before it worked.
I had a look out if the unwanted new kitchen window with its light and view-blocking thick plastic surrounds and wide sticking out ledge outside that stops one looking down without sticking the camera at arm’s length… got carried away there, sorry… Apparently, the rain had been pouring while I was asleep. Which wasn’t for long enough. I felt like I’ve not had any kip, I was so weary. Poor old thing. Hahaha!
I made another brew, hoping to get it drank this time. Got the computer going to get this Diary started off.
Will I ever be free, of these annoying, uninvited, came in when the windows were installed Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles?
Got the nosh prepared, feeling more and more drained as I did so. (Poor old thing!)
High winds, but the rain is not due until 1900hrs, so it should be safe for me to have a hobble, might try to have a chinwag and feed the ducks again.
Back to the kitchen to make a brew of tea.
Went on the TFZ Facebooking site.
Set off down to go on the Mallard mission. I met a couple of resident gals, and had a chinwag for a while, before setting out form the foyer and taking this parting shot of all three courts. Woodthorpe, the New Extra Care Unit and Winchester Cathedral… no, I mean Court. Hahaha!
This cheered me up.
This Herbert of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist all but hit me as he went by from behind at I estimate, as 20 mph!
Ten minutes further along the road, and another Herbert came cycling towards me from the other direction on the footpath.
So I had a shop around to find the best bird food to stock up on. 
Then I remembered the Picker-Upperer. So I called at the Seacroft Mobility shop. I bought a Revo Reacher 32″. £15 spent on it.
Got the nosh served up.
Having eaten it all up, not a crumb left on the plate, I went to wash the pots, and read the ingredients of the Limoncello!
While on the Porcelain Throne, I had a perusal to see if I could spot any of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles. There was, on a later closer investigation, only 
three infant weevil carcasses found. I still gave the place deep spraying with the Rentokil Bug Killer. 
Made another mug of tea. 
Watched Motoring accident videos on YouTube, then went to get the ablutions done.
precisely the same time.
Got the cold nosh prepared.
Some more of the bird-poo encrusted support scaffolding was being removed.
0010hrs: The hotchpotch of mind-hassling gallimaufries returned as I woke up. It would be easier and quicker to tell you the things I was not worried about, fearing or concerned over that invaded the grey-cells. Of course, as is usual when this happens to me, there were no solutions, decisions, clarifications or explications available to me. The rambunctious cogitabund; merely left me in a more nervous and confused state than ever! Tsk!
returned with a cunning two-pronged surprise Counter Attack! An adult platoon of Weevils was scattered around the holes in the wet room sealant. Luckily I was still keeping a Sanmex Bug Killer spray in each room. A swift spray around, and then I noticed some more of the varmints behind the WC bowl…
Then into the spare room on an evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle hunt! Spray in hand!
Got the nosh prepared. A cold one, an imitation salad of sorts.
Did the washing up, as the sky darkened suddenly, and the rain poured down later on.
I took the opportunity, to make an upward photo of the bottom of the hoist above.
0000hrs: I stirred this morning to find a distinct lack of confusion in my mind; I seemed concentrated much more than usual, the main theme going thought the grey-cells was the INR blood test being at 0750hrs! And, I must not forget this and get carried away doing anything else. 
Confidently, I set off on an evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol. There were just three dead infant ones in the wet room. The kitchen produced only two dead infant bodies. 
Started on this post. Then off to get the ablutions done. Too early to take the bags to the chute. 
I got into to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. A few folks in there, one spoke to me, and I realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Back to the block and up to the apartment and got them in the earholes. Back down again. What a Meshugener, I am. I’m getting a mite fed-up with myself! Haha!
On Winchester Street, I got an update on the Mystery Boots. They were a different position yet again. Hehe!
Sorry. I struggled on getting gloomier by the minute if you must know. Hehehe!
The next piece of Nottinghamian Street Art was in the Sherwood Vale, bus shelter.
Down towards the main road, I came across some Nottinghamian Street Art provided for us by nature.
Onto Mansfield Road and up the hill towards Carrington.
Up over the hill and down into Carrington, I saw this plant growing over some wooden fencing. I took the picture because it reminded me of Christmas. 
I felt a bit sorry for the motorists in the traffic queue trying to get into town at the Carrington lights. 
On my way walking back into Sherwood, I had not gone more than 100yds and was taking a photo of another failed business in the row of Carrington shops, and a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist rode into my vision. 
A few hundred yards further along Mansfield Road and another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came at me at high speed.
I kid you not, but a little further on near Church Drive another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came by me from behind, allowing only a foot or so between his bike and me as he did so.
It got worse, then! Yet another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was free-wheeling it down the hill towards me!
Then, I’d still got the camera in my hand, a young girl appeared from around the chap in the photo, making him jump.
Back-Pain-Brenda was a lot easier, Shaking Shaun was coming less often now, but Hippy Hilda (I forgot to mention her to Nurse Nichole, Huh!) was a little persistent!
The traffic jam in the town lane started to lengthen even further along, backed up over the hill.
I got into Sherwood and started on the climb up Winchester Street Hill.
As I got to the last steep part of the hill, I noticed that the Nottinghamian Street Art from 3rd November, ‘The Meat Pie Carrier bag’ display Haha! Was still on show, a few yards further down the hill than the one (on the left) from last Saturday. 
Todays updated artwork, (photograph on the right) had the now topless pies all upside down and out of the bag.
I could have done without the vans and cars parking up on the pavement again! I struggled to get through with the bag. But, I can understand the driver’s problems. If they park correctly on the road, then the bus cannot get through? Hey-ho!
I went to make a mug of tea, and had a look down from the unwanted needing more cleaning, light & view-blocking kitchen window, that I been given no keys for the locking safety mechanism, and only two for the four actual locks, and noticed these two birds in the lower field. Took this zoomed-in shot of them.
Got the nosh prepared and served up.
I manipulated the vastness of my stomach and torso from the £300 second-hand recliner without any Accifauxpas. A rare for me,
I smidge nippy when I opened the new unwanted light and view-blocking kitchen window to take this photo on the left. Hello, is that a free car parking space I see down there?
carcasses in the wet-room, none in the spare room and none in the kitchen.
Up to the flat and updated this section.
What a picklement! The end machine was still not working, I assume the Management Oberstgruppenführeresses know about this, but I’ll mention it if I see them later, just in case. I opened the dryer I had my clothes in, and they were still so damp!
Made another brew of tea and got on with updating this blog.
Got the ablutions tended to, all refreshed I set out, dropping off two bags for the waste chute en route.
I began a little hobbling session around of the City Centre area.
I crossed over the tram line decorated Fletcher Gate, not far from where the shooting incident took place at the weekend.
Passing a street-sleeper with his dog, and the Big Issue Seller with his Pit-bull like looking animal.
d Albert Street. Where the stabbings took place in October.
A limp up Friar Lane, passing the closed down Chinese Food shop, the shut-down Boots Opticians, the bankrupt Hearing Centre, the relocated Co-op Bank, the Indian Restaurant that I have never seen any customer in, and the abandoned Newspaper shop. 
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Down to the slab-square. Where some entertainment for Christmas I assume, was being erected.
I spotted an imitation Policeman as I walked through South Parade. He was stood out of the way under the alcove at the front of Bet Fred shop. Sensible lad!
I turned down left into Long Row, and was greeted with the Helter Skelter being prepared for the seasonal festivities.
sped around her. Git!
Ah, I took a zoomed in shot of the alley, and now see that they have not made it pay! One of the units was up for let! Poor devils!
Little John clock and housing, things changed… I instantly started getting, curled lips, scowls, intimidating glares, dirty-looks and 
Shattered entirely when I got in. No updating of this diary, too tired.
I nodded off in the computer swivel chair! Klutz! I found it mind-bogglingly miraculous how I didn’t topple out of the seat! Mind you, it was a close call when I sprang awake, but somehow, I evaded leaving company with the swivel chair. So I saved everything on the computer and made my way (all two steps, hehe!), to the £300 second-hand sometimes sticking recliner, lay down, eased it back and was off again into the land of Nod in seconds. 
Firstly, a hobbled to have a look at the Mystery Boots situation.
informing people that there was a Fire Assembly Point behind the metal fences cutting off the area that used to be grassed, but was now… well, I’m not sure.
Brenda, and took a picture of Woodthorpe Court.
Served up the nosh.