2320hrs: Early wake-up time, I know. But I had a funny turn yesterday and fell asleep really early. Yet on waking-up, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, and Duodenal Donald had all stopped giving me hassle! (Fair enough, Duodenal Donald returned with his stabbing pain an hour or so later, Humph!) The brain seemed to become active sooner as well, no blague nonsense rumbling around in there either. (I wasn’t sure if I should be happy about this or not?)
As I tackled the exiting of my torso with the tremendously bulbous stomach attached, from the £300 second-hand recliner, I spotted signs of my having committed some nocturnal nibbling! The contents of the pot of potato thins and cheeselets had decreased dramatically! Eizel! The summoning from the innards to use the Porcelain Throne arrive.
The evacuation was a decent one.
I spotted around ten dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, one alive, a big un as well! So got the can of spray and squirted the wet room, emptied the spray, so I got another to investigate the spare room. About fifteen Weevils on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge, all around the little holes in the sealant, all dead. Into the kitchen. Only about ten Weevil bodies found in there, none alive and no LadyBugs today.
Did the Health Checks and tool the medications. Results were not good, mind.
I set about creating a post with all the sky pictures from yesterday and adding writing pose and some humorous drivel.
A second call to the Throne arrived. Longer session t his one, I got a couple of pages of the book read.
Back to the computer, and concentrated on the Picture/funny Poem blog.
Two hours or so later, a third demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Evacuation same as the last one.
Back to the blog making. Eventually, I got it finished and posted off. Phew, a long job that one was!
Then I had to update and finish yesterday’s blog.
Made a brew and then… Back to the Porcelain Throne for the fourth time! Getting worried about this, now. Where is it coming from? Hehe!
Went on the WordPress Reader section, then finished off the diary and posted it off.
Next, on to the TFZer Facebook to add photographs to the albums.
I went on the YouTube thingy while I waited for it to be late enough to use the noisy shower to do my ablutions.
Had a spray around with the ‘Sanmex Bug Killer. Then went to get the ablutions sorted out.
Dang and botherations! I needed a fifth session on the throne! Oh dearie me! Not runny either?
Several Weevils had appeared again, so I collected to bodies up.
Teggies and shaving were done, I was about to get into the shower and what came over the air-waves on the Radio Nottingham News…
There had been stabbings and attempted murder! All with a short distance of the Nottingham Arboretum!
Police in Nottingham are investigating after two separate stabbings in the city in the space of fewer than six hours. Detectives investigating the first stabbing in Nottingham yesterday have found a black car believed to have been used in the attack. Suspected attempted murder.
A man in his twenties suffered life-threatening injuries behind flats near North Sherwood Street at about 14:00. Two arrests have been made in connection with the second stabbing in nearby Burns Street, Arboretum, at around 7.30pm. Residents living in the Arboretum area have been left terrified and on edge after two stabbings in a matter of hours.
Blimey, that is close to where I was hobbling around on Monday, too! Oy Gevalt!
Visitors and tourists are all welcomed to Nottingham.
I took two black bags to the waste chute on the way out.
I took two black bags to the waste chute on the way out.
Took two photgraphs of some Willmott-Dixon lads...
To Doctor up later... Hehehe!
I had a quick natter with Pint-Puller and Perambulator Paulius and another chap. I forgot to ask his name.
Took a shot of Winchester Court and part of the New Build. The lads were up on the hoists grafting away.
I got 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, and residents porta-cabin.
I had a natter with Oberfeldwebeless Deana and Stabsfeldwebeless Julie and Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Lynne. Ah, I nearly forgot, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. Suffice to say we spoke.
A new bit of Nottinghamian Street Art was spotted, towards the end of Chestnut Walk.
Apparently, the inspection pit and had been destroyed by vehicles, most likely wagons or lorries parking up on the grass verge.
Not that poor devils have much choice in the matter, like!
Still, it’ll come in use, as somewhere for folks to throw their half-eaten fooder and bottles down into. At least somebody has put a damaged piece of barrier over it for us old fogies. So, we can trip over it, as opposed to falling down the hole. Which I think is prospectively the better choice, injury-wise? I thank you!
I pressed on down Winchester Street Hill.
Pleased to report that part of the footpath was accessible this morning, mind you, some of the workers, merchants, and tradespeople had not yet arrived on site. Those that had parked had left me with up to three foot of pavement width to walk on, as opposed to Monday’s three-inches, so things were improving.
The expressions the Sherwoodite’s faces depicted that a mood of Dysphoria was being shared around by all and sundry.
I went into the shop and grabbed two of the orange and vanilla croissants. They had no lemon that I could see. But being on offer, I still bought two. I want to be able to treat Frank when he gets back off of holiday, I’d already got a treat in the spare room for Jenny. Oh, and Pennies Birthday present too. I got a sliced loaf, some Sopocka and a tin of beef and peas as well.
I hobbled back to Winchester Street. As I turned the corner, with the feet aching like crazy, I noticed that I had just missed two buses, the L9 and the 40. As they both past me by, it dawned on me that it didn’t matter really, for two reasons.
One: It was too early for me to use my free pensioner pass anyway!
Two: I was quite happy to suffer Anne Gyna, the accompanying shortage of breath and Arthur Itis giving me stick as I struggled up the hill. Cause the exercise would be good for the metal-ticker and Hippy Hilda. Bloody painful, but therapeutic. Hehehe!
As I got about half-way up the hill, I had to stop to catch my breath. Anne Gyna was giving me bother.
But, it was not all gloom. For the sunshine got through straight ahead of me before the first bend in the road. I didn’t think that the photo on the left would come out good at all, but as you see, it wasn’t too bad an effort.
I then turned to my left, to take a long distance snap, of the top of both blocks of flats, up Cavendish Vale. But the picture did not show up on the viewer? I’m confused about what I did wrong here?
So, I took this shot of Winchester Street instead.
I tackled the last stretch up the hill, and within a minute of getting on the flat on Chestnut Walk, Anne Gyna eased off. Even Hippy Hilda was not so bad now.
I only saw one resident on the walk along to the flats. I think the workers might have been on their lunch break.
Up the elevator to the flat, and had a wee-wee. As I did, I thought I felt a little gurgling from the lower regions, surely not a sixth Porcelain Throne session brewing up, I thought. What’s going on here?
I got the fodder from the bag, put the Sopocka cooked pork in the fridge. Sarnies and sliced potatoes with tomatoes methinks later on.
I want to stay awake and get some graphics prep work done if I can. It will depend on when the sudden Weariness and tiredness dawns on me. Humph!
Made a brew and did the Health Checks and took the medications… then…
It arrived. Incredible! The sixth visit to the Porcelain Throne! Not loose or anything, getting fed-up with this though.
Washed up well, and back to the computer to update this blog as far as here!
Then added some photographs to the TFZer Facebook.
Got the nosh sorted and served. And very nice it was too!
Buttered fresh bread, tomatoes, sliced seasoned potatoes, pickled gherkins, smoked mackerel in veg sauce, a few potato thins and a lemon mousse to follow.
Gave this effort a 9.2/10 Flavour-Rating.
Did the last Health Checks and took the medications.
The emptied plate and tray on the chair and I drifted off with the TV on, within minutes!
0025hrs: I woke with the brain and body in (semi) alignment for once. The aches and pains from yesterdays marathon hobble to the Arboretum were assessed, as I slowly moved and prodded the affected areas and passed wind.
Arthur Itis in the ankles and knees was not too bad. Lower-Back Pain Petunia and Hippy Hilda were both niggling, but acceptable under the circumstances. Duodenal Donald and Hernia Harry were of no hassle whatsoever. Both of the fibulas were painful and stiff, as to be expected, though. Anne Gyna was no bother. The only thing that was of any real concern was the possible returning pains in the ribs. I just hope that the Pleurodynia is not beginning, this would be unwelcome. Last time I suffered with it, I had to use far too many painkillers to cope with it. I’m trying to reduce the medications I’m on, not increase them. Still, I’m off the morphine now and trying to get by with fewer Codeines. If the Pleurodynia does return though, I shall not hesitate to use more opiates for pain relief. Not much gets to me pain-wise, but if this pleuralgia pain, I do not like. There I go waffling on again! Klutz! Expecting the worst. Fool! Not that I’m all that keen on the other ailments. Hehehe!
When I dismounted the £300 second-hand but working circa 1972 recliner, the ankles and plates-of-meat were worse than I had expected. So, I decided to rub in some of the Phorpain Gel. Sounds easy doesn’t?
Not the rotund shape my fat-wobbly stomach is in, it isn’t! In my younger years, I honestly never thought I would ever have such trouble getting to reach my feet. By the time I’d got the pain-gel partly rubbed in, I had started Anne Gyna off, Reflux Roger had kicked-off, and Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit! I just can’t win, can I? Humph!
Then the innards summoned me to the Porcelain Throne. A much-improved evacuation session. I got three pages of the ‘Catastrophy’ book read, and they are big pages. Haha!
Cleaning up after the blood-free session, it dawned on that I could only see about ten or so dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle bodies on the wet room floor this morning. Dare I think that things are improving and I am winning the battle at last? Oh, no! Had a heavy spray around again, depleting another can of Bug Killer! I got a new can of ‘Raid’ Spray and had a reconnoitre in the spare room.
Oh dearie me! I found about 22 dead weevils and four live ones (Of questionable breeds if beetles?) on the sill of the unwanted light and view-limiting new window.
I thought, and feared that the dang things might be getting some sort of resistance, developed an ability to withstand the expensive bug killers that I’m using?
Off to have a patrol of the kitchen. Where only a handful of dead corpses were found.
Got the hands washed and tended to the Health Checks.
Astonished, at the Sys Dia and Pulse, results all being higher today compared to Monday. But, I must not allow myself to get all valetudinarian-like!
I made a brew of Assam tea with just a splash of milk in it. And got on with updating then finalising the Monday post. A long gruelling job, with all the photographs from the Arboretum visit to sort out. I got it finished around 0400hrs.
Got an email from Asda (Walmart).
I’d forgotten why I stopped using them for deliveries.
I remember now!
Tsk!
I went into the kitchen to make another mug of tea and decided to take a photograph from the window. Low and behold, there was the Asda (Walmart) delivery van.
Everything was there as the Email. Although why I would want Cheese Sticks as a substitute for shredded potato hash browns still puzzles me.
Got the stuff put away and went on WordPress Reader, then CorelDraw to do some blog page header graphics.
Oberstgruppenführeress Warden Deana rang. ‘Had I done my alarm wristlet battery check yet this month’ Of course I hadn’t, so I did. Hehe!
I did some graphics prep work for hours on end.
Health Checks were done with medications.
Got a visit from Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun again. Incapable of concentrating on anything. Turned off the computer and got an early nosh sorted.
I did notice how beautiful the sky looked with the suns crepuscular rays coming through the clouds. Thanks to Tim in New Mexico, for telling me the word for them in a comment!
Here is my favourite of the photographs I took of the sky.
In the morning I made up a post with all of the pictures taken and added some humorous prose to go with them.
Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun left me alone, and this hated weariness arrived. I did nothing but sit until I fell asleep ridiculously early… Ay-yay-yay!
0000hrs: Woke, feeling much better than last night. The mind had given back a limited amount of control to my brain. A degree of appetence had returned.
I lay perched on top of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, appreciative that Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun were both absent.
I decided that an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle assessment would be a good idea, first task!
A wee-wee was needed, so I started the reconnaissance patrol in there.
Amazingly, I found only two live weevils, no live ones in there, and, the possible reason why; a tiny spider. Whether this minuscule arachnid would be big enough to actually eat one of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, Hmm. I wouldn’t have thought so? I left him or her to it anyway, just in case, he was searching for his breakfast.
To the spare room, and found ten or so dead weevils on the light and view-blocking new window ledge and two live ones on a box. I dispatched them to snout-beetle heaven.
To the kitchen, and found only three dead ones! But there was a large LadyBug on the light and view-blocking new window ledge. I left the Ladybird in peace. Who knows, the reduction in the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle this morning, maybe thanks to this bug?
Then, as it had grown more urgent now, I finally got to have my wee-wee.
Got the Health Checks done.
The readings were down this morning.
Well, all apart from temperature, and the weight, of course!
I must try to get a hobble in today if I can.
Took the medications.
Got the computer on, to finish off and finalise yesterday’s diary… and…
A long time later, it came back on, slowly. I struggled but got the Sunday Diary finished and posted off. Had a go on the WordPress Reader.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Excellent Evacuation! Bloodless, and sufficiently substantial enough to allow me to read four pages of the Clarkson book.
I made a start on this blog up to here and chose to get the washing done.
Gathered the things needed and down to the laundry room. It was a bit nippy this morning!
Nipped outside to take a couple of photographicalisations.
It seemed eerie for some reason, then I heard noises from the trees area and came back in sharpish.
I noticed the electronic sign near to the lift doors was telling me I could be an Ace Inspector! I’d love to, but there is not enough time every day as it is to do anything else. Due to my habit or hobby of falling asleep earlier each day! Hehe!
Back up to the flat.
Did some more work on this diary.
Then down to move the washing into the dryer.
Back up again to the apartment, and got on with blogging.
I thought about where I could go for my hobble later. I reckon to the arboretum. I’ll get the mallard and pigeon food in the bag now, while I think of it. I can call in Lidl to get some of there tasty Assam Tea bags and bread, as I limp through Carrington, perhaps, if I remember to… will I, though? Maybe, maybe not… or should I… Change of thought took over, off to the wet room for another wee-wee.
Back to the computer, and went on the TFZ Facebook site.
0440hrs: Back down to collect the laundry. Cleaned out the filter and wiped the drum, back again to the flat.
Tried to download some TFZer Halloween graphics to amend and use, then…
Computer turned off. Swore, then went to get the ablutions sorted. Took the black bags to the waste chute.
I decided to have a walk to the Arboretum for sure. Checked that the Mallard and Pigeon were in the bag, made a shopping list for Lidl: Tomatoes, bread or cobs and the Assam Tea (determined not to buy owt not-needed!).
I set off, still a bit cool, but the walking should put that right. Along Chestnut Walk and threw a good morning to Wardens Deana and Julie through the window on 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, and residents porta-cabin.
As I turned right onto Winchester Street Hill, the Pavement Parkers had just filled the footpath entirely with their cars!
That was nice of them, I thought!
Between the first vehicle (well, the first eight cars actually) and the mesh-fencing, they had left about 4 inches for pedestrians to walk in! Grumph!
This is where I had to walk down the hill!
Still, only for a few hundred yards, then I got back on the pavement, just in time to cross the road to go down the incline. Oy Vey!
The sun was breaking through and causing some nice views. I did take a photograph that I thought would come out as a ‘Moody’ one. But instead, it disappeared into the ether never to be seen again!
Near Hall Street, anyone parking on the double yellow lines would have had a reasonable excuse. Hehehe!
I limped along onto Mansfield Road. I called into the Continental Food Store, with hopes of finding some of the square lemon sliced cakes on sale. But they had still not got any in stock. Although I did get a lemon croissant. Never tried them before.
I got a decent pace on, although I was in no rush, up and over the hill and into Carrington.
A depressing looking hamlet nowadays.
I called into the Lidl shop as planned. And kept Mostly to the shopping list. The Assam tea, tomatoes and White Scottish rolls, I was just tempted by their Lemon & Lime yoghourt and bought one.
As I passed the college, a Herbert of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist student young gentleman came close to hitting me as he came from behind at speed.
It gave me a jump, and I called out to him, thanking him. For which I got the two-finger gesticulation in reply. I hoped he might fall off of his pushbike as he wobbled a bit, but no such luck!
Along to the Gregory Boulevard/Mansfield Road traffic islands junction.
Anne Gyna was playing up a bit, but Hippy Hilda and Lower Backpain Petunia were a lot worse. Hehehe! Like the new name?
Half-way up the hill, I crossed over the road at the pelican lights.
Up to Forest Road East and left down North Sherwood Street.
I stopped for w while near the Guinness Trust’s Colville Court. An aged person’s dwelling. I went to see about moving there before I came to Woodthorpe Court. I visited and had a look around and spoke with one of the wardens.
I was impressed with what they offered. The single flats were about the same size as the one I’m in now. A nurse on site 24/7. Communal cooking facilities. Communal lounge with snooker table and TV. Your flat had an option of cleaners weekly. The heaters were not on night-heating. A bus to the supermarket every Tuesday and Friday laid on. The staff do a visual check on you every day; unless you ask them not to. CCTV was internal and external. Hairdresser and laundry service available. I was deciding about whether to go there or not, then they told me the rent. Cor Blimey!
I got to the entrance and into the Arboretum. Walked towards the, what locally is known as Muggers Bridge or Tunnel.
As I walked under the roadway, I could smell an aroma I have never encountered before.
A sweet, yet unpleasantly nasal blocking smell? I suppose the nearest thing I can think of, would be cooking tripe with honey? Just thought I’d mention it.
I viewed the Chinese cannons from a distance. I was going to walk up and have a closer view, but I saw some youths lurking around them.
I got to my beloved duck pond eventually, after stopping to smell flowers and looking at wildlife. Squirrels, blackbirds, mice and what I think might have been a mole, as I hobbled to the Mallards.
My heart lifted when I saw that there were many of them there today. Sometimes, like the last visit, when they had all disappeared?
I shall only put this one photo of the birds on here because I intend to do another post dedicated to them.
It still amazes me, how the Mallards and Pigeons live together in such Harmony. At the Nottingham Canal, they fight and squabble all the time, then the Canada and Egyptian geese and join in. The Pochards get involved as well.
I spent an hour or so feeding and nattering with them. Hehehe!
The walk up into town set-off Anne Gyna and Lower Backpain Petunia. But once I was on the level, they both eased off for me. I’d just missed the L9, so caught a number 40.
I took this bit of Nottingham Nature on St Anns Well Road from the bus window. Bootifull don’t you think?
When we got to Winchester Street, the Gas people had blocked off the up-the-hill side of the road. I got off at the usual stop, and with all the traffic turning off to find a different way through to the Mapperley Top, I got over the road with ease and little danger for a change.
Walked back to the flats, met Doreen. Poor thing was drained and tired. We had a natter though before I had to get a move on to the wet room!
I got in a set about updating this blog.
Made a brew, and took this panoramic type shot from the kitchen window. It looks lovely in the sunshine, but it was not warm at all. Brr!
A decent little hobble today.
Made all the more enjoyable by not having to rush around at it.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Updated this post, which cost me a long time.
Then made up the Arboretum Blog, making it with a bit humorous comments, and posted it off.
Got the meal served up.
Prok Knuckle buttered cobs, potato letters and tomatoes with onion salt.
The Asda (Walmart) potato letter were very soft and bland inside. The vanilla and lemon croissant was too sweet but passable. The Scottish buns and Polish pork were great!
Overall flavour-rating, 7.4/10.
Fell asleep with the tray on my bulbous stomach, and somehow or other, it stayed there until I woke up at 0025hrs!
0030hrs: Woke, with no signs of the bedevilled mood of last night. In fact, I was mentally feeling somewhat spontaneously perky, chirpy and kinetic. No damp, wet feelings from Little Inchies fungal lesion area and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were only itching, no pain, no bleeding.
I even found I was humming and singing to myself before I’d tackled the usually painful and challenging job of removing my flobby-stomach-dominated torso from the £300 second-hand recliner. Which I did, without any Accifauxpa, Whoopsiedangleplop or toe-stubbing! Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun both kept off, as well. Hippy Hilda let me be, as well!
This mental qui vive, I found incredible, unnatural and synthetic to my lifestyle. If I could understand why I felt like this, to realise the reason, then maybe I could relax more. My high EQ warned me that things would soon deteriorate! Yet, I ignored it for once, carried on singing and got myself up.
I decided to go on my morning parasiticide mission, with a can of both ‘Raid’ and ‘Sanmex’ killer sprays at hand!
The results: Kitchen: 1 live Weevil – three dead. Wet Room: 21 dead Weevils – two live ones. Spare Room: 30 or so dead Weevils – two live! Add to this, in the wetroom I felt sure the one live beast was of a different race or type. But he disappeared down the hole in the floor covering corner sealant before I could get a better look. Tsk!
October
Wet Room
October
Washed the hands and returned to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.
Took the medications with some spring water. Made a brew of tea, and the need for a visit to the Porcelain Throne arrived. By gum, it was good one too! No bleeding at all! Far less liquidified, I even managed to read a couple of pages of Jeremy Clarkson unofficial biography.
Got the computer on, while crossing my fingers that the $111.9 million salaried CEO of Liberty-Global Virgin Media, Mr Fries, might have got the connection working correctly again. All seemed to be working. It comes to something when one has to mention this so often.
I set about finishing off the Saturday post. Took me around two hours.
Then I went on TFZer Facebooking. Got some graphics I’d done posted as well.
I added these to the Facebook album for each TFZer gal, and the Facebook gallery of TFZer Transport album, and put them on the TFZer site as well.
On to WordPress comments, there were tons of them to reply to.
But I soon got them both done. Hehe!
Made a start on this blog as far as here.
Then as I went to make another brew of tea, the view outside looked grand, some I fetched the camera to take some shots across from left to right.
Things seemed to be going well as I hung out of the window to take the photographicalisation.
For some reason, the close up of the moon did not turn out much like it actually looked to the naked eye? I took several pictures of the yellow moon above the horizon of the buildings, but none of them proved to be a good one.
This is the best of the bunch. The last two were, I think the only ones that came out alright.
On the last one at the bottom, shows the new unwanted light and view-blocking balcony.
Of course, you can’t see the warped wooden flooring, bird-poo covered glass, or the whatever it is crumbling from the ceiling, which is the old underpart of the balcony above. But, the bird’s feathers, fleas, LadyBugs and nuts and bolts give it a bit of character, though.
Really though, we tenants are being treated to a £2M upgrade. Fair enough it’s about 19 months now and still a long way to go, much more to come. My fear is the fitting of the Fire Sprinklers. Well, not the fitting, but the mess that will be left behind. Mostly from the electricians and any plasterers. Let’s face it with the plasterer ruining my carpets, they will need replacing, curtains and blinds buying for all the windows and a mass of cleaning up and sorting out to do when it is finally finished. I’d better stop thinking about it now, I’m upsetting myself. Hehehe!
When it came to my closing the new window, after completing the photographicalisationing, things got a tad embarrassing.
The intelligent design of the new unwanted window handles are.
In the down position, the window is closed.
Half-way, the window opens downwards.
Pointed upwards, they open sideways.
Clever stuff, eh! That is until a Klutz like me uses them.
For the life of me, I could not get the handle to go down, to close it after use. Much grunting and selecting words of a dubious nature, did not help. Eventually, I worked it out. If you catch and move the key in the lock, even an eighth of an inch from centre, the mechanism will not shut. Ah, well, now I know! Hehe!
Back on to CorelDraw to work on some graphics. Got a lot done from the photographs I took from Gaynor’s flat window. ♥ I faded weary-wise quickly as I finished doctoring these graphics. Here they are… The Willmott-Dixon lads and contractors! I’ll use some later as Inchcock Today page headers as well.
Making the meal, I had an attack from Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun, only short ones, but they left me with sudden dysbulia and weariness. My life and will-power batteries had abruptly run out.
I felt so tired and incapable of mental rationale.
It was very odd, but I only ate one bit of the bread and a couple of spoonfuls of the beef and bean stew, before just giving up, taking the tray into the kitchen and disposing of the fodder. After all that effort to make the dish in the first place, and get it right, too! Ay-yay-yay!
Then I sat down and had hours of nodding-offs, for times varying from a minute to five-minutes and almost jumping awake again repeatedly. The brain showed no interest, subservient to my condition of being befuddled at my own acceptiveness of the situation.
0025hrs: I came to semi-life, the first thing I noticed was the empty plate on the meal tray on the next chair. So empty, it looked like I’d licked it clean. Hehe!
The mind wandered, Gaynor, what day was it, why am I half-in, half-out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Are Jenny and Frank having a good time on their holiday. Harold’s Haemorrhoids felt so much better. Did I take last night’s medications?
I’d been having some nocturnal phantasms, but I could remember nothing about them.
There were no signs of my having been nocturnally nibbling! Smug-Mode Adopted!
I lurched slowly, and while spending a fair amount of time extracting myself from the recliner, I decided to do an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles reconnaissance patrol.
I found some live and active bigger weevils that had got into the bag where I keep the mallard and pigeon food in the spare room. Dang things! I cleaned out the carrier and washed it. Plenty of Raid spray applied. Also found some dead ones in the wet room and kitchen.
Got the Health Checks done and took the medications. Dia 165 – Sys 88 – Puls 89 – Temperature 32.1 and Weight 15.33.
Off to the wet room for evacuational procedures to be carried out on the Throne. This was a good session again. The tiniest bit of bleeding, that was all.
Got the computer on, and after a few minutes, the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet went down.
While it was down, I thought I’d do up the INR and Health Check record on Excel. But, the file had disappeared again!
The internet came back on an hour or so later, so I got on with updating yesterday’s diary. With all the events of very hectic but enjoyable happenings and photographs from Friday, this took me over seven hours! Good job I’ve got nowt on today!
Just as I managed to get it sent off – The Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet went down once again! Grrr!
I started to use MS Word to start this blog going. Of course, being a Microsoft programme, it might also disappear into the ether never to be seen again!
Another hour or so later, after turning everything off and restarting, I tried the $111.9 million salaried Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, again. Ah, it’s back on! Perhaps I should make a collection amongst the other poor fools in the block, who have Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet… by way of thanking him, like? Hehehe!
I went on to Facebook to get updated with the photographs in case of Mr Fries internet goes down again. Which it did three hours later.
Got some Facebooking done before it went off, though.
Moved onto CorelDraw to do some fun graphics.
Damned internet packed up again!
Got the nosh sorted.
Not too bad, but certainly not one of the bestest. The ham was bland tasting, the potatoes were the same.
0005hrs: Woke, thought for a moment about the laundry needing to be done, passed-wind and fell back to sleep.
0025hrs: Stirred again, somniferously.
The right eyelid was sticking closed again and had to be gently eased and prised into opening up.
I wiggled in the £300 second-hand recliner, to see if the rear-end repair procedure was hurting or bleeding. There was some itching, but this was to be expected. Good result, I could sense no discomfiture at all. Feeling good! My thanks and appreciation to the medics!
For once, and rare for me, I felt I’d like to stay laying there for a while, and let the grey-cells ponder to their heart’s content. But, the need for a wee-wee arrived. Oy Vay!
I disconnected my body, with its obesely potbellied short torso and fluid-filled legs and dangly arms from the now working recliner again, and off to the wet room.
I found a few of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles on the floor and three live ones.
I sprayed some of the Bug Killer around. Had a wash of the dandies, and went to check the other rooms for the infestationing weevils.
The spare room’s unwanted light and view-blocking new windows with the holes in the plastering from installation was inundated with all dead weevils the full length of the inner ledge.
The kitchen had a lot of dead weevils that will need hoovering up later when the noise will not disturb any of my neighbours.
I got the Health Checks done, the sphygmomanometer working first time this morning.
The Sys, Dia and Pulse all up a bit again compared to yesterday’s AM checks.
Made a brew and took the medications. Then, back to the wet room and Porcelain Throne for evacuational duties. Which turned out to be almost enjoyable, pain-free, blood free and not as loose as it has been. Now I’m worried… I always am when something goes right for me… it’s unnatural. Hehe!
Washing afterwards, I could not help but notice the bouncing flesh around my ample midriff. And to think that in January, I wanted to lose 10 pounds this year. Ah, well, only 18 to go!
Back in the kitchen to make another brew, and the moon was seeable for once. None of the usual mist was concealing it, so I took this photograph on the right.
Started the computer, only to find that the Liberty-global Virgin Media Internet was not allowing me access to anything.
Annoyed, I closed down the Firefox and tried to open Google, the same thing. Tried Firefox again, and hey-presto, it worked?
I found my scribbled reminder hanging on top of the computer screen, about going up to Gaynor’s flat to take some photographs, after 1030hrs this morning. Kind of her to let me, bless her cotton socks.
Updated this blog up to here, then went on to update yesterday’s post and get it sent off. All finished now. Onto the WordPress Reader section.
The TFZer Facebooking to add pictures and a read. Spent hours doing this, enjoyed it mind!
Ablutions tended to, and I got the meat in the bag with the other things and went on a farcical absurd mystery trip on the elevator to go up one level to the 13th floor to drop of the pork at Roy’s place. Here’s how it went:
Got in the cage, pressed button 13…
The lift went down to the 6th floor, where a chap got in.
Then down to the 4th floor – there was nobody waiting to get on?
Then down to the Ground floor. The man alighted, and I pressed the 13th-floor button again…
The cage went up to the 14th floor – nobody was waiting to get on?
Then, at last, it went down to the 13th floor! Oy Vey!
No one was in at Roy’s. Back to my own ramshackle flat on the 12th, to change my hearing aid batteries that had both died a sudden death.
Out again and into the ghost-lift. Pressed for the 15th floor, and it stopped at the 14th floor, and there was no one waiting to get in. Doors closed and I arrived on the 15th floor. I will hand the pork to Cyndy and Eric, cause I know it will not be wasted with Eric liking pork a lot. There was no one in! Humph!
Back to my own Weevil infested flea-pit. One of the plastic mould tubes and got blocked with ear-wax and needed clearing, which I did. I had aimed to arrive at Gaynor’s flat for 1030hrs, but it was already gone that. On the way out, my next door neighbour came out to take her bag to the recycling. I took it with me for her as I was going that way.
I got a bit confused then, and went down to the ground floor instead of up to the 15th! Still, I dropped off the recycling bag in the big bin, then back up once again to Gaynor’s apartment. I met Eric coming back in and handed him the pork steaks. Hopefully, I can get the food-ordering process right next time. Glad that the food was not wasted, though.
I was welcomed by the delightful Gaynor, who was having her daughter visit and stay with her a while, which was sweet and heart-warming to see.
We had a natter between us, and Gaynor led me to her kitchen, (which puts mine to shame Hehe!), and set me up to take photographs from the window in there. I took this attempted panoramic shot first.
Straight ahead shot. Capturing the Woodthorpe Grange Park, and to the left, park of the kiddies play area and in the background left, Daybrook and Arnold hamlets. The builder’s scaffold for the hoists on the left too.
Then, to the right. Mapperley area. The aerial array of TV and mobile communication sticking up on the skyline in the distance. Both beautiful views, a bit like Gaynor, really. ♥
Then, the external hoist started to go up and down. The two chaps were a social pair, and Gaynor warned them of what I might do with doctoring the photographs, adding a young lady perhaps? Hehe! They did laugh! Here are the pictures I took, for ‘doctoring’ later.
I’m looking forward to creating them tomorrow. Well, I do like making folks smile and laugh! Haha!
A straight down picture lastly. Showing part of one of the builder’s compounds and the park.
The three of us had a chinwag for a while, I had to decline an offer of a cup of tea (Sob!), due to my going out. The bladder, you know!
I had to withdraw shortly after, to catch the 11:30hrs bus to town, to get another one to Bulwell. I thanked Gaynor for letting me use her facilities and sadly departed.
Down and out of the building along Chestnut Walk 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, and residents porta-cabin. Where a little nattering took place with the folks in there.
I caught the bus with Bill (William on Sundays) and enjoyed a lovely nattering session with him en route to town. I grabbed a 17 bus into Bulwell. These are photographs take en route.
Milton Street
Milton Street
Mansfield Road - St Andrews church spire
Arrived in Bulwell and a had a long hobble around the place calling in many shops for a look around for bargains.
First, called in the cheapo shop and got three small packets of Scottish Shorties for a quid, and some bits for the nibble box.
Then, into the Farmfood shop. Came out with a 250g packet of Hills Shorties and a box of Ritz Chipsters.
Then to the Fulton Food Store, which was a bit disappointing for choice available. I got a pack of cooked ham pieces and nibbles.
To the B&M store next. But they had nowt of any interest to me.
Finally, to the Poundland shop. Where I bought some more Sanex Bug Killer spray, some Doulton choc’s to use as Christmas Presents and bought a fly spray by accident thinking it was a bug-killer. Eizel!
The Mobility Scooter Group were lurking at the cafe the gang uses. None of them seemed disabled, much younger than me, all of them moved quicker than I can. Mostly overweight, had headphones on, using their mobiles, swearing a lot and not to be tangled with! Hehe! I moved on hastily. Talk about Hell’s Angels! Hehehe!
Bulwell Market Place had more pickpockets and muggers… Sorry, I meant shoppers, in it than I have seen for a while.
Oddly enough, Bulwell had no Big Issue sellers, sleep sleepers or beggars at all! Too dangerous for them I suppose? Only joking here, folks!
Over the road to the River Lean, where the mallards were back in situ this time. Fed and had a talk with them. Hehe!
To the station. The tram arrived at the same time as I did.
It was packed with passengers standing, not that the woman sat on the Disability and Age seat with her bag on the chair next to her, or the globlet of young guttersnipes youths in the same seats opposite her were interested in the old folks and one man on crutches who were all standing. But I was lucky enough to get a seat. But this uncaring nonchalant attitude from the youngsters makes me want to plotz!
Into town, dropped off at the Theatre Royal.
The sun was out, but not warming we Nottinghamians up much.
There was a feeling of… er, erm… what’re the words I’m looking for? Precariousness, state of suspense, even vacillation perhaps, lingering in the aura. People’s countenances had the odd sneer, scowl or frown worn, but mainly a sort of vagueness, nihility?
I made my way across the pedestrian lights and over the crossing on Upper Parliament Street, to Queen Street and waited at the L9 bus stop shelter.
The bus was due at 5-minutes past the hour. Which was only ten minutes away.
Fifteen minutes later, I noticed on the electronic timing board (Better late than never) that the L9 was delayed due to an accident in Daybrook, and the new arrival time was given as Twenty four minutes later! Humph!
It was late in the day for me, and the fatigue was already beginning to fall on me. Tsk!
I took a photograph of where the gargoyles that have been removed on safety ground used to be located. On top of the old Elite building, and walked down the hill to catch the 40 bus. Which of course means a shorter but more uncomfortable journey, because of two things. This bus is always overfull, and there is a long walk at the other end, to get home.
As I waited for this bus, Paul from the flats joined me. He’s had to buy a new shopping trolley. He told me one of his wheels on his old shopper came loose. More worryingly for him, he had his booze in the thing! Hehe! He pressed on a bit, and then the other wheel came off altogether. So, he had to buy another.
The bus soon got cram packed, and we had to sit on the side-saddle seats. Although on this route, it is not a bad thing, cause we are nearer the door to get out. The stop we need is on a steep grade, and we usually get sent flying forward as we approach the door. We chatted as best we could as we travelled. The bus was very noisy, or rather the passengers who were crammed together were, noisy, so I had difficulty in picking out what Paul (I think that’s his name) was saying to me.
A second lady with a pram got on, and asked us to move and stand-up at the back so she can get her pram and ankle-snapper in. Luckily for us, the lady already on with her pushchair and nipperoony, moved to one side to allow the newcomer in.
We alighted the bus, with some difficulty. Crossed the road with some difficulty, we have to cross the road on a sharp bend, and that hill is a busy one traffic-wise).
I was pleased to get back to the flats. As we both hobbled along, I must say Paul had soon mastered his new two-wheeled beer trolly.
As we got to the end of the middle block new build for the Extra Care unit, I heard my name being called out, but I had no idea where from. Paul did though, he pointed out two of the Willmott-Dixon lads up on the roof of the construction which was doing the calling.
I stopped and took this photograph.
It was Plonk-Brewer and Plant Perambulator Paulius on the left, and Ian-Incharge on the right.
I was well-pleased with how this one came out, considering I had to zoom-in so much. Another one to be doctored when I get the chance and time that is.
Got in and did the traditional wee-wee. Put away the purchases and did the Health Checks. Medications, I forgot about. Klutz!
I was well shattered and was in with a chance of falling asleep stood-up, so strong was fatigue. No chance of getting this blog updated, too weary!
Incidentally, it took me over 7 hours to get it done in the morning! Oy Vay!
I made bigger dinner than usual tonight.
But, I gobbled it all up!
Cheesy mashed potatoes, tomatoes, ham off-cuts and garden peas!
Perhaps it was becuase I was tired, or had had a great day, I don’t know. But I loved this nosh and gave it a Flovour Rating of 9.45/10!
Sleep came, I know not when. But it was flipping quick! Hehehe!
2355hrs: Yesterday tea-time, I must have nodded-off into the land of Nod. Cause I woke up with entirely eaten and it looked like I’d licked clean the meal plate on the dinner tray on the other chair, some six hours later, when I woke up.
As the brain joined in with me, there were no meandering or going off on its own tangents this morning – the concentration was on the state of my rear end after yesterdays procedure. Through gritted teeth with the pain (Not Harolds Haemorrhoids, it was Hippy Hilda playing up this time), I freed my cumbersome flobby-body from the £300 second-hand working again recliner, and off to the wet room, remembering to take the notes given me yesterday, on how to remove the er… erm… ‘Covering’ from the rear end. I was pleased with myself for thinking to take the notes with me. I stripped down and assumed the stance as advised. Got into position and consulted the leaflet… Huh!
Had to stop and return to the main room to collect the reading spectacles. Klutz! I returned and consulted the written information. A piece of cake, a blurge! As instructed I washed things after the removal, with the tube of whatever was in it they gave me. Then super-dried the area and applied the Anusol. I’ve never had less pain from that area, for years! I felt I could dance and do the high-kick! But wouldn’t risk it with Hippy Hilda being a nuisance and playing me up. Now, there I was, swanking in a Smug Mode Class 1+!
This state was soon tested, for the call to use the Porcelain Throne arrived moments later. But, it was nothing to worry about, not that I was concerned at all of course. Lie Mode Adopted. The evacuation was painless, and there were only the tiniest few specks of blood.
Getting up from the Porcelain Throne seemed to annoy Hippy Hilda a bit, mind. So I dowsed the hip and lower back with some of the pain-gel and rubbed it in well. Then, off to the kitchen and took the morning medications with some spring water. Then did the Health Checks. It took me three tries to get the sphygmomanometer to work.
Went to make a mug of tea, and hung myself… wait for it… out of the window Hehe! , to take this photograph.
You can see how far the new unwanted view and light blocking window ledge sticks out in the photo. Making it impossible to take a picture of below and be able to view the camera at the same time. I can’t look down to watch for any dangers either, or if the Fire Brigade are on site in the event an activation?
The Sys and Dia were still high, but down on the earlier ones. So, that was good!
It felt so cold now in the flat. Although the meter-thingy indicated the opposite temperature-wise. What does the high humidity mean? Rain coming?
0200hrs: Computer on to update and finalise the Wednesday Diary. With my being incapacitated by fatigue yesterday, so not being able to do any updating then, I knew this would be along job, with all the photographs, blank spots etc. I didn’t get it finished until 0625hrs!
Off for a wee-wee, collecting these dead evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles in the wet-room, about twenty more in the spare room and eight in the kitchen.
Had a spray around with the Sanmex Bug Killer spray, the spent a few minutes coughing and spluttering. Tsk!
On with the ablutions next job.
As indicated my bloodied face towel in this picture, I made a bit of a hash of shaving and acquired a few nicks along the way.
Probably because I was trying to rush in case the Iceland delivery arrived early. It never has before, but you never know.
The cloud formations looked rather appealing, and I took a photograph of them. I never found out what the spot was lower right in the picture. I thought it was something on the lens perhaps, but after wiping with a lens cloth, it was still there?
I used the blow duster, and it seems to have gone now?
Delivery from Iceland arrived.
There was no way of checking if I had made errors or they had. The receipt only lists the product and quantity, no prices. Oh, and Unavailable items. Which were Warburtons 400g Danish White and Twixt 6pk. I cannot remember ordering any Danish bread. Also, they sent and charged me for a Warburton’s Toastie loaf? I believed I had only ordered the Ciabatta bread, which also came. The giant pack, 1Kg of smoked back bacon, will last me a good while before it goes off. Hehe! I assume it was all my errors though, I regularly get the orders wrong.
I went on the TFZ Facebook Internet dead slow!
Morrison order for next Thursday completed.
Off with the bag to the Winwood Social Meeting. I dropped off a bag of recyclable stuff and put it in the industrial bin that was ready for collection. I know I put it in the right one, cause the caretaker pointed with his mobile to the correct container to use, as he muttered “Bruraberer!” or something like that to me. Hehe!
I plodded on to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed.
Not so many in attendance today. Many, including Jenny and BJ that I knew, were on holiday. Cyndy was running things. Gaynor, I got to see about visiting her flat to take some photographs from a different perspective. She told me top, floor flat number 87, I can go in the morning, but not before 1030hrs. The gal is the opposite of me, late to bed and a late riser. Nice of her to let me visit. She had her daughter visit, and we all had a little natter, which I enjoyed. Handed out the nibbles and had a good few chinwags.
I have to say, I was a bit nervous about sitting down on the haemorrhoids, and stood up throughout. Coward! Haha! True!
Back to the flat, up the lift with a friendly lady from the 6th floor, we had a talk on the way.
I wish we all could wear nametags, then I might remember peoples names!
Got in and put the bag away, made a brew and did the Health Checks.
Twas then it dawned, I’d made another cock-up with the fodder order. I had a part-used tub of Lurpak butter and a full one delivered today, and I’ve gone and put a pack of Anchor butter on next Thursday’s Morrison order – What a Nebech! So I went on the site to remove the butter from the order. I’ve changed it now.
Got the meal of sorts prepared. Ciabatta ham sarnies, tomatoes and chips.
Took the medications while eating the wonderfully enjoyable nosh.
Fatigue came very early today, likely the wearing off, the final end of the anaesthetic’s pleasing after-effects, I suppose. Shame, Hehe!
0004hrs: I roused into a life of sorts, and sat there pondering. By last night, I’d readied the bag for the hospital, Jane and Pete’s treats in another container, the times of the buses written down, £4 in change, to buy an early morning bus ticket, new batteries in the hearing aids… Oh yes, the brain seems to have woken up at the same time as my body for once, and it was part-functional. Enough to inform me of the dire need to remove my body from the £300 second-hand recliner and get off to the Porcelain Throne with all haste.
Which I did, and the extraction from the recliner went well. No accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops… until I got to the wet room… Tsk!
Inhibition prevents me telling you what happened in detail, suffice to say I was a little too slow in getting there, and embarrassment reigned.
After the clean-up, I noticed that there were seventeen dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle bodies and two living ones over the wet room floor.
On the way to the kitchen to do the Health Checks, I popped, Sanmex killer spray can in hand, into the spare room. Where I found dozens of dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle carcasses on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window shelf.
Then, the right eye started smarting again. I’m sure there is something stuck in there under the palpebra and hope it is not a baby Weevil. Hehe!
Got the medications taken with a Dia-Limit capsule added. Then did the Health Checks.
Before I could take the medications, I was back to the Porcelain Throne for round two. Almost fully liquid. I was so glad I responded without hesitation at the first signs this time. I washed and decided to take two Dia-Limit capsules instead of one. Being out for so long, later in the day, I wished to avoid any Accifauxpas at Sister Jane’s or the hospital.
Made the brew of tea, got this post done up to here. Then I settled updating the Tuesday Inchcock Today. 0230hrs: Got finished and posted off.
Went on WordPress Reader. Then on to Facebooking.
Back to the Porcelain Throne for round three! This is not good, and does not bode well for my travels today!
Got the diary done for Tuesday. That took me several hours.
Time to get the ablutions done. Sorted the bag and checked everything needed was there (hopefully) and rechecked the bus times.
Set out along Chestnut Walk on the way to the bus stop on Winchester Street.
Stopped to take this early morning photograph of the new build unit. Then realised I had to get a move on, to get to the bus stop before 0735hrs, and pushed the old legs and Anne Gyna as much as I could, but I did arrive with a couple of minutes to spare.
Unfortunately, when I perused the timing board, it informed me that the next 40 bus was due in twenty-five minutes! This Schmendrick had done it again, and cocked up the timing somehow? What a plonker!
I decided to walk down the hill to Mansfield Road and catch a bus there. At the bottom of Winchester Street, I took this picture of the traffic light junction.
But it came out all blurred again? I might have been a bit shaky myself, being so annoyed at me for getting the timing for the bus wrong and hurrying down the hill?
I caught the bus, it was a single decker one, and I have never seen so many people crammed in ever before! However, I was lucky enough to get a seat amazingly. I dropped off at Victoria centre and walked to the Parliament Street number 7 bus stop – where my luck changed! En route, I noticed two things that were of no surprise really… Hehehe!
The bus arrived at the same time as I did at the shelter! En route I thought I might be a little too early for Jane to be up, Pete would be though, he fetches the newspapers every morning early.
Now gone 0800hrs, I thought if the Iceland shop is open, I can nip in and get some bread and milk. I can carry them with me easily enough to the hospital later. Got off the bus, and to my surprise found the shop open. I called in and came out with wholemeal rolls, a packet of Scottish shorties and some pigs in blankets crisps to add to Jane and Petes nibble bag.
Started the hobble to Jane’s mansion, and rang her to make sure I had permission granted to arrive so early. No answer, she rang back bless her and sent Pete down to unlock their front door.
When I arrived, I was greeted with a look and hand movement that said “Already! Do you know how early it is?” by Jane, through the window of Pete’s workroom upstairs. (This is the room where his computers and super-up-to-date camera are used for his studying of how to keep his designer stubble perfectly presented, Hahaha!) Jane is not a natural early riser! It may be due to her alcohol addiction. (Hehehe!)
We had a wonderful natter and chinwag. During which, Albert, the last cat remaining came in, and for the first time ever, he did not run away when he saw me. This makes him so precious, being the longest survivor. It got me thinking of Fooey, who passed away last, and I decided I would make a WordPress post later, with the photo’s I have of him, in his memory. I loved that cat.
We watched a squirrel coming for his regular supply of monkey nuts, and being attacked by a magpie! Jan and Pete both retain a youthful appearance, as you can see in the photo above, and are most comfortably off financially, are fitter than me, go out for slap-up lunches, drinks, theatres, etc. and better looking than wot I am. But I’m not jealous, of course. Hehehe! Joking aside for a moment, I have a lot to thank them for, so I’ll do it here in public – Thanks Jane and Pete for all the help given!
Here is a photo from Pete’s new fandangled latest up to date camera, with photo editing on the camera used to tweak it for fun. You have to laugh, I did anyway! Hahahahahaha!
Thanked the pair of reprobates, said my farewell and off to the bus stop. Again, as I arrived at the stop, a bus came, a Bingham one, I think it was. No crowds on this one, comfortable seats and it dropped me off in the city centre like Pete had told me earlier, on Friar Lane.
So I nipped into the Poundland store, where I was lucky enough to find some of the Sanmex Beetle Killer spray at £1 a can, so I bought six of them. Some nibble stuff for tomorrow’s raffle and social hour.
I had a while to go afterwards before the bus to the hospital was due, so I had a hobble around the slab square a bit.
There were not a lot of folks around compared to usual.
The gloominess and dissatisfaction with life showed up on many of their faces. This may be due to the retailers joining forces and setting up a communication link with others in an effort to counter the shoplifting epidemic, perhaps? Just a thought!
There were so many Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist about. I got a shot of this contumacious young ‘Herbert’ on King Street.
The improvident nature and dangerous actions of these rapscallion miscreant Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists, I find so dangerous to the elderly, children, partly-sighted, disabled and the hard-of-hearing… in fact, to all pedestrians. But do the authorities care? Do they do anything about these bullies-on-bikes? All I ask, is they slow down, and even push their bikes when pedestrians are so close. As opposed to this antisocial, callous, inconsiderate young rascal, who weaved his way between the people, endangering and threatening them on their pavement!
I caught the bus to the City Hospital.
As I passed the KFC outlet on Mapperley Top, I noticed yet again, that there were only two cars, most likely the staffs, in the car park. The drive-through lane was free of any vehicles or customers. I hope for their sake that things get busier at night, maybe? How long can they stay trading, with such little trade?
I dropped off at the bus stop only 200 yards from the clinic I needed.
Logged in with the unreceptive receptionist, who seemed to use hand signals, grunts, tutting, and head shakes in place of words. Very cleverly, mind you! Credit is given!
I sat down at the finger pointed too seating. Just as I was going into a cogitabund mode, a young lady came and collected me, depositing me in a corridor and checking the details on the paperwork. At most, 30 seconds later a nurse arrives and injected something into the back of my hand. I was moved on a wheelchair to another room, and a doctor came in and explained to me what was about to happen. Then into another treatment room and I was positioned to allow access to the problem area, face down. An injection in the arm; and that was it… I have not the foggiest idea of what took place then.
I’ve no idea what drug they injected, but, I intend to ask for the same on my next procedure! Hehe! Oh, yes it was good! I woke up sore, as expected. I was visited by several people who chatted to me, giving advice, paperwork and an appointment for next week for a check-up. (I think) Asked about how I felt with general and specific questions. I told them the truth, ‘Great, thanks’; which I did. I was told there will be nothing to remove, and the stitches would self-destruct on there own, and it would be alright to continue using the cream after 24 hours if needed. Very clear up to here, but it all gets a little vague after this point. Until I found myself stood at the bus stop in the grounds when things came back into reality. I’m sure I started to talk-away to someone in the queue.
By the time I was back at the flats, I was feeling extraordinarily high in spirits. Although, I cannot remember taking this photograph of the workmen putting back the Woodthorpe Court sign on my block of flats?
I can remember talking to, Mo, I think it was in the foyer as I went inside. I’m sure we had a laugh or two.
I was still feeling on a high when I got into the flat. But the almost euphoria-like sensation was on the way back down. Shame! I suppose other things must have taken place that will remain a mystery until someone tells me later in the morning. Haha! Got to make an appointment with the doctor for two-weeks to have ‘things’ checked over.
Got in the flat, no wee-wee needed! I used the mirror to investigate things at the rear-end. Not easy, I can tell yer. Humph! As soon as I saw the covering, the instructions given me returned. I was not to remove it until the morning, unless a bodily movement was required, which thankfully it was not, then replace the coating, until the morning.
Emptying the bag, I found the medications I was given, one tonight, one in the morning. I’ve never had a pot of tablets with only two in it. Well, not a cup, but thick foil.
Did the Health Checks and took the first of the two giant blue tablets.
A cold nosh (as planned). Wholemeal cobs and cooked ham with tomatoes and potato thins. If it was the anesthesia or not, I don’t know. But this meal went down so well, I gave a 9.45/10 taste rating! Also, there was very little discomfort and no pain at all from the rear-end. Things felt good!
I must have nodded-off into the land of Nod. Cause I woke up with the entirely eaten dinner tray on the other chair, some six hours later.
0100hrs: I woke with the mind in an enigmaticalisationalistic mode, Delphic-like. Plenty of thoughts, ideas, and designs floating about in the grey-cells, but without any workable, or plausible, formable ideas in the gallimaufry of lurking hopes and oracularly impractical intentions. Slowly, these wild thoughts and ideas faded. Mainly, thanks to the importunate and sudden arrival of the need for the Porcelain Throne usage.
The extraction of my overweight but flobby body-mass, from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, must have looked to anyone watching, a performance, that was equal to many of Charlie Chaplin’s film comedy scenes. I do wish there had been a CCTV in the room, to record the farce! It may well have gone viral on YouTube!
The mechanism stopped working half way down…
My attempt at sliding down the front, caused the removal of a bottle of spring water, the TV remote control, a pen and notepad and a tube of pain-gel to tumble to the floor…
Further painful physical efforts, accompanied by a few words that I shall not repeat here…
I was out and standing up getting my balance…
And trod on the tube of Phorpain gel, jetting a blast of the gel from the tube, that shot up my leg… So I took the opportunity to give it a good rubbing of medicine-gel in around the Arthur Itis affected knees and ankles, so it wasn’t all bad. And, there was enough to do the hands and wrists with as well. Hehehe!
By the time I’d sorted things and myself out, the need for the Porcelain Throne had grown to Defcon Three! I arreptitiously hastened to the wet room.
As I sat there evacuating, I counted the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles I could see on the floor. Five live adult ones and eighteen dead ones! I found many more, later when I could use the hoover to gather them all up with!
After the session, and cleaning things up, I found that both Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding far less than they have of late. Good!
I visited the hallway, kitchen and then the main room on a Weevil Patrol, dispensing another can of Rentokil Bug Killer as I went. I could not get into the spare room, as I had left the collapsable airer table in the doorway. It had the bobble-hats on it, and they were still not dry enough to wear. I did not want to move the airer, as it has a tendency to collapse when you look at it, never mind try to touch it! Tsk!
The kitchen had a count of at least twenty-five dead Weevil carcases, and a trio of live adults. No LadyBugs spotted this morning. The main room had around twenty or so dead Weevils near the balcony doors. The spray used-up, I got the Computer on ready to do the Health Check graph later on… and guess what…
Yes, a dead Weevil on the computer screen? I’m getting to lose faith that I’ll ever be free of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle invaders!
I tended to the Health Checks. The sphygmomanometer worked first try.
I was a touch aghast at the first readings results. I went to photograph the machine with the results, but for some reason, it came out all too blurred. I’m sure I didn’t have a Shaking Shaun or Dizzy Dennis moment! This seems to be happening a lot lately?
I did another hemadynamometer test that came out with a lower Sys, Dia and Pulse reading from five minutes earlier? The sys and Dia were still too high I think.
I went to take the medication pills and tablets. I found a possible reason for the high readings. I discovered that I had not actually taken yesterdays medications, cause they were still in the tub!
What an absolutely ‘Farmisht fool I am!’
Taking today’s standard beta-blocker along with the other tablets and capsules, was all I could do. I dare not risk taking any more than one Bisoprolol noctidiurnally.
I sneezed, and it felt like something had got into my eye. It’s been irritating the hell out of me ever since!
With all the Whoopsidangleplops and Accifauxpas, I’d now been up and about for over four hours and was only just getting around to updating yesterdays blog and got it posted off, at last.
Making a start on this blog… and guess what…
The glacial-paced periodic Virgin Internet signal did improve later, up to snail-paced. Already!
I gave up and went to do the ablutions. I had to remove more Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles from the floor before getting in the shower, fifteen dead and three live ones.
All freshened up, and made a black bag for the waste chute, got my bag and with hearing aids in, the right glasses on, the wristwatch on my wrist (Smug Mode Adopted), and hope in my heart, I departed. Off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress 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, and residents porta-cabin. In the quest to beg if anyone knows the cost of the buses, (For the morning, as I will be travelling too early for me to use the free bus pass [Sob!]). And see if someone can help in changing a £10 note for me so I can have the right amount of coins to pay the driver with.
The rain had stopped, but it was looking murky out there. I took a snap of Winchester Court and a section of the new Extra Care and Wardens Offices being built.
Lynne, Cindy, Jolly Big John and Welsh William were inside, along with a few other tenants, awaiting the arrival of the bus. After a natter with them, I went into the Oberscharführeresses Office, and made a plea, could anyone help change a tenner for me, please. Thankfully, Oberstgruppenführeress Deana obliged me, bless her cotton socks! ♥
Thanked her and went back into the main room and inquired if anyone knew what the bus fare is on the 40 bus. Two of the clan suggested I can get a £4 all-day ticket from the driver. Excellent idea! Welsh William told me they were only £4. More help from the Woodthorpe Clan!
I departed and had several chinwags with the people at the bus stop. Caroline from the private full-care unit at the end of the road arrived. Not seen her for a while and we gossiped a time. She sounded a little more determined not to worry about her family members and concentrate on herself today. That was good. The eye was giving me such hassle still, and I decided to make my way back to the flats, out of the wind.
Said my cheery-byes to everyone and hobbled along Chestnut Walk back to Woodthorpe Court.
Taking this photograph of Winchester Court as I walked along. The Willmott-Dixon lads seem to be getting on quicker with the balconies in this block. I suppose they have learned what the problems that they came across doing the Woodthorpe block were, and have avoided the same hassles?
As I neared the foyer entrance, it looked like the area had been declared a ‘No-go’ one. Haha!
I was getting a bit annoyed with whatever was in my eye. But as two of the gals in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress catwalk Model Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed, said to me: I can always try to get some advice from the nurses tomorrow at the hospital. Smart gals, I love ’em all!
I caught the lift back up to the flat. I had thought of running up the 24 flights of concrete stairs, but I didn’t want to show-off, you know. Lie-Mode Adopted here. Hehe!
I moved the bob-caps and Andy Cap off of the rickety airer, onto the towel warmer which heats a little hotter.
This activity gave me access to enter the spare room, with a can of Rentokil Bug Killer in had, and investigated the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge, in search of any live or dead invading infestsational Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.
On the left and right of the sill, there were many dead ones and few live ones. I cleared them and sprayed some more killer juice around. On the right-hand side, there are two very tiny cracks in the plastering, they seem to show interest in these areas?
I’m getting pee’d of with them even more now!
I nipped into the wet room for a wee-wee. Oh, dearie me! The new toothpaste dispenser had somehow fallen into the sink. Which had the daily clothes soaking from the medicationalising of certain areas, in water with bleach, antiseptic disinfectant, and Zoflora!
So it could not be used and had to be thrown away after getting the inside filled with the bleached water, naturally. But more distressingly: How had the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle found its way up to the sink and onto the part-floating dispenser, alive as well, that I found lying in the water, and took out? They are sturdy, persistent little things, these Weevils!
I washed, then got the computer on again, and added some words to the personal dictionary. Next, I got on with updating this blog.
A couple of hours later, I took a break and made a brew of tea. Noticing when I got in the kitchen, a flea on the outside of the window, and wondered if this was the breed of the thousands that have inundated Cyndy and Eric’s flat balcony? I hoped not.
Then, I let the mug slip out of my fingers. By good fortune it was empty, but it bounced unbroken off of the floor and landed right on my corn! The flipping Whoopsiedanglepops are getting a bit frequent today! Oy Vey!
Although I had taken out my hearing aids, I could hear noises out of the unwanted new view and light preventing windows.
I frantically took this blind shot of whatever was underneath. I was concerned in case the fleas/midges might fly into the flat. But none did, I don’t think. It was the worker lads on the hoist that was making different noises than they usually do. Busy chaps.
The weariness dawned suddenly, and concentration went out of the window.
I got the nosh cooking. Beef and mildly curried beans with some potato thins.
The Iceland potato thins were uneatable, such was the wishy-washy tastelessness.
However beef was okay, and the curried beans were excellent tasting.
6.9/10 for the overall Flavour Rating.
I got the washing-up done. Did the Health Checks. Took the Medications. And settled to watch some TV… falling asleep at the first commercial break. Ah-well! TTFN
0000hrs: As I stirred into physical awareness, and waited for the brain to join me, I found the murkiness, opaqueness and mental incapacity of yesterday morning, was nowhere near so bad. In fact, thoughts, ideas, schemes and plans were starting to form in the grey-cells… but these were not utilised, due to the often vagarious, and regularly touch-and-go, summoning to the Porcelain Throne needing an urgent and rapid response.
As I hurriedly hoisted and cajoled the body mass out of the £300 second-hand recliner, I did notice the absence of any signs of nocturnal nibbling; and this pleased me greatly!
The evacuation was swift and of little substance. A little bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, but nothing worryable. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been phlebotomising a little more than I felt comfortable with. Changed the PPs and washed the dandies. Medicated both areas with their respective creams (Daktacort and Germoloid).
Then off on an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black beetles and biting black LadyBug patrol of each room in the apartment.
The wet room had three live weevils and eighteen dead ones. Sprayed some more ‘bank-manager annoying’ Rentokil spray.
The spare room produced around twenty-five dead weevils, and four live ones. (I hope they are not getting accustomed and resistant to the sprays?). Sprayed some more ‘bank-manager annoying’ Rentokil spray.
The kitchen had eight dead weevils, two live ones and three black biting Ladybugs.
The bugs were caught and released out of the window, only for two more to come in through the opening at the same time! Oy Vey! I couldn’t see where they went. Tsk! Sprayed some more ‘bank-manager annoying’ Rentokil spray.
Tended to the medication taking and Health Checks. Made up last weeks graph.
As I put the kettle on, I had to hobble hurridly back to the Porcelain Throne. The evacuated contents of a badious shade were not bothering me, but the bleeding is coming from Harolds Haemorrhoids had to be tended to again. What with the costly bug sprays, the haemorrhoid creams and I could soon be bankrupt! Hehe!
Did the Sunday Diary updating, and got it posted off to WordPress.
Went to make a brew of tea.
Found this black LadyBug on the counter, the poor thing seemed in pain, at first I thought she might be giving birth, so I observed her.
I hoped she had not been on the floor where the bug spray had been sprayed. Next moment, she flew off into the hallway, never to be seen again. At least she or he wasn’t injured.
Began on this post next. I thought I heard a noise from somewhere, so went a look around to see if I could find anything that might have fallen over or off of anything, in the spare room, which is where I thought the noise may have emanated from. I found nothing suspicious.
As I looked down through the unwanted light and view-limiting new window, I could see what looked like a ghost coming from the trees down at the car garages. (It was, in fact, a rain puddle from yesterday, Hehe!
I then took this shot from the same unwanted light and view-limiting new window from a different angle.
It shows Nottingham’s Northern Lights in the distance. Hehe! And the garage area below.
I checked on Google to see if any precipitation was forecast for today – Oh, dear!
Went on WordPress Reader for a while, and then added photographs to the Facebook albums.
Off for a short, sharp wee-wee. I mention this as I had failed to reveal the eight earlier visits so far this morning. Humph, Hehe!
Had a go at updating the personal Dictionary on Excel that mysteriously disappeared!
Well, blow me down with a feather duster! Back for a third trip to the Porcelain Throne! Getting painful now. Tsk!
Updated this blog.
Ablutions and more medicalisationing tended to.
I put two bob-caps in the sink to clean and soak with the last of the liquid soapflakes.
Two bags to the waste chute on the way out. Where I met Elizabeth from the court and we had a natter, and a laugh then had to speed off to catch the 40 bus to town.
Walk in the rain along Chestnut Walk on my marathon hobble to the City Centre.
You can see Elizabeth walking ahead to her bus stop, as she passes the white Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.
I was in no rush, and took my time, enjoying the surroundings, the wind and even the rain. I did wonder at the time if I was losing it (the plot), Hehe!
Turned down Winchester Street, and found Elizabeth still at the bus stop awaiting the arrival of her lift. I enjoyed another minute or so of nattering, (she thought I was bonkers walking to town, Haha!) Then I hobbled down the hill onto Mansfield Road own.
The feet started stinging already. But I was content and was actually savouring the rain-soaked trek.
As I got to top of the first hill, the traffic was starting to form an orderly queue. Hehe!
Over the top and down into Carrington.
Where on my steady limp through the hamlet, I had five Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists pass by me, uncomfortably close as well!
I was only quick enough to photograph three of them, though.
At the traffic light junction with Hucknall Road, I was well-pleased with the resulting photograph of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist with the yellow and green backpack, who had lights on his bike.
No honestly, take a look! Hahaha!
It was the moodiness of the traffic with their lights and the rain reflections that satisfied me the most.
I strolled along to the Forest and up the next, ultimate hill. Passing the Rock Cemetary on the other side of the road, up to the traffic lights.
Crossed and was on a downward slope all the way into the City Centre.
Where I suffered the one and only spraying of water from a puddle, as a bus drove through it! Soaked-through! Not likely I know, but I thought I heard laughter as it happened. Hehehe!
To the bottom of the hill and into the City Centre. Where, I cut through the Victoria Centre bus station, to escape the rain for a while. As I neared the entrance door, I thought at first that a bus must be on fire. Got closer and saw it was a bus driver having a ‘Vape’ outside. They seem to make more smoke in the rain? Anyway, she had an aniseed flavour one I reckon. It smelt nice.
Through the waiting platforms and into the shopping centre. Walked the length of it, then through the Boots store and put onto Upper Parliament Street, across the pedestrian crossing, and into the Wilko Store. Worked out well for me getting a chance to dry off a bit!
I consulted my soaked-through shopping list. I got a bottle of the liquid soap flakes alright, fragrance boost, and a packet of Dia-Limit capsules. Oh, and their last can of Rentokil spray on the shelf. Joined the queue and paid up. £12.80, flipping ‘eck!
Off and to the Poundland shop, only 25 yards away, so no getting wet much. Where I got some twin Peaks for Christmas handouts, and an oven glove. But I could not find any of the cans of either Raid or Sanex Bug Killer sprays. So, I went to the self-serve tills, (there was no choice, the manual ones were not open for business). I took care not to overcharge myself this time. What a Klutz I felt at the very memory of when I charge myself twice for a box of nibble biscuits!
I paid, and a lady in charge became free, a lovely gal, and asked her if they had any Sanex sprays. She kindly pointed out where they would be if they had any in stock. I walk out through the egress doors and back in through the entrance doors and walked to the spot the gal had pointed me in the direction of the location. Whoopie! They had some of the cheaper ones in stock. So I grabbed four cans of, what I now realise, were Sanmex brand. Back to the self-service till and the lady even helped me put them through, bless her cotton socks!
I thanked her, and out along the road along Upper Parliament Street, to take a photograph of Clinton Street, cause I haven’t made one in a long time for the TFZer folk on Facebook.
The view looked interesting as I left the Poundland store, so I grabbed photograph that I thought represented Nottingham so well. Showing old and new buildings next to each other, the racial mix and varied ages of the citizenry, and, of course, the rain! Hahaha!
At the end of Clinton Street, I took this photographicalisation, that certainly looked different to all the others I’ve ever taken in the past! No crowds, shoplifters, pickpockets, beggars or gangs of yobboes! And two people who were in the shot, ran out of view when then they saw me taking aim with the camera. Most likely illegals or they had warrants out for them, or they were on the run from prison, who did not want their faces being recorded, I imagine! (Smirk and giggle!)
I made my way to Queen Street to catch the L9 bus back to the flats. I was feeling a bit fatigued now. When I arrived at the bus stop, I was so pleased to see my fellow resident, Elizabeth sat at the bus shelter.
We nattered away; I do love a good chinwag! I think I nodded off a few times when the bus got busier, and Lizzie and I could not talk to each other.
Back at the flat we both went into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed. I handed few nibbles out to the only two other gals in there.
Said my farewells and trotted, well, limped back to the apartment. Taking this picture above the foyer entrance to the Woodthorpe Court block.
Nobody about inside, which was not usual.
Up in the lift and into the flat. First thing, into the wet room for a short-sharp wee-wee. Naturally!
I got the brolly up then, to dry-out near the door in the hallway. (Hallway I say, all 11 foot of it, Haha!).
Then got the wet clothes off as promptly as I could. While I thought of it, I took the bob-caps out of the sink and rinsed them, then rang them out as much as I could. Then set up clothes airer in the hope that this will hurry along the drying process.
Of course, I must remember to keep turning them over. He says, not exactly full of confidence. Tsk!
I imagine I’ll have to take them down and put them in the dryer later on?
I went on Facebook to update the photograph albums, then I got on the WordPress and updated this diary.
A decent marathon hobble.
The easy to prepare (part ready meal) was started in the oven. I had the Lasagne Al Forno, no idea what is in it cause the printing is too small on the sleeve, but I do remember having one once before and enjoying it. I put some grated cheddar cheese in another tray with it. Planning to have tomatoes with it.
I did the Health Checks, and the nosh was ready to serve up.
Another shaky photograph was taken?
The Al Forno tasted overly rich to me, but I ate it all.
I put the plate and cutlery in the washing up bowl to soak and ensconced myself in the £300 second-hand recliner.
As I pondered on what to view on the TV, I fell asleep… Zzzz!
