0025hrs: Woke, feeling a lot less wretched than I did earlier, determined to get some sorting and cleaning done. I swore that from now on, each day I would do a bit of sorting and or cleaning of the flat. Even if only a little, that way I might get it back to being presentable. Although of course, with so much more destructive and dirtying upgrading to take place yet. Plumbers, electricians for the Fire Sprinklers installation, etc.?
The indefiniteness and indeterminateness of my precipitately made plan of action were plainly more like hopefulness than probabilities.
With unexpected manoeuvrability, I detached my overweight, short blubbery body from the £300 second-hand recliner without any Accifauxpas. My determination to get some sorting out done later immediately grew stronger.
I did nothing else but make a start on sorting some of the kitchen drawers out, ridding them of out of date and unwanted contents. An hour or so later, I had to stop, I was feeling a bit shaky now.
I’d made up five small bags to go to the chute later on after 0800hrs.
Next task tackled, was sorting out the next week’s medicine pots.
Then, I carried out an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol. Only three lives ones found, and they were in the spare room. The ‘Raid’ spraying last night had nobbled plenty of the invaders. Twenty or so dead Weevil bodies in the wet room. The same amount roughly in the spare room and around thirty carcases in the kitchen. Two of the black LadyBugs as well, they were well alive. I shall not collect them up yet though, I’ll leave it until much later when I can use the hoover to vacuum them up without the noise bothering any neighbours.
Then, I did the Health Checks. All results were even higher this morning. Took the medications and made a brew of Assam tea.
I must get out for a decent hobble or two this coming week!
On the computer, and finished off the Saturday post. Sent it off to WordPress. Then went on the WP Reader. Just finished this, and a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived.
The evacuation was preternatural compared to those over the last few days. Far less liquidified, pongy and messy! Blimey, something’s gone well – Careful Inchcock! Steady boy! Hehe!
I got another can of the Rentokil Bug Killer and had another additional spray around.
Went to make another brew of tea, and took this photograph down out of the unwanted light and view-blocking kitchen window.
The wind had dropped a bit from last night, but I still managed to bang my elbow on the frame as the window swung too. Tsk!
The rain was falling, but I was determined not to let this stop me going out for a little hobble.
I tended to the aglutions… ablutions.
Have you noticed how close the B and G are on the keyboard? Haha!
Teeth-cleaning, shaving done, I was just about to get under the shower when I noticed my ‘Popeye’ lower legs had gone uneven again. The left one must have a lot more fluid retention in it, than the right one?
I enjoyed the shower, not the medicating that needed doing afterwards, though. With gritted teeth and the odd Argh, Ouch, and Oower, I completed the treating of Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little Inchies Lesion.
Despite the rain, mist and winds outside, I thought the view was deserving of a panoramic photographing. Bootiful!
I put the recycling jars in the bag. Made-up a white bag of recyclables to go with me on the way out, and took the bin bags to the chute as I left the flat.
I got down to the entrance foyer and found Mo sat there. We had a natter and a laugh, I slipped her some nibbles and offered my farewells as I went out to deposit my food jars in the green bin with the other tenants Gin, Vodka, Absynthe, Sherry, Brandy, Beer, Lager, Bourbon and Rum bottles already in there.
I even noticed a Moët & Chandon Champagne bottle in the bin. Not that I am jealous, of course. Hehehe!
I had to do a bit of ‘Puddle-Avoiding’ along Chestnut Walk.
Not a neighbour or soul in sight out there, as I huddled under the umbrella as the rain came down even more forcibly.
The dysphoria of yesterday might not have been replaced with jubilation and confidence, but it was fading. But a sceptical expectation of better things to come had arrived, for no reason. This meant a much more contented old chap was hobbling along in the rain beneath his black mini-gamp.
This is the short hobble route taken: I got to end of Chestnut Walk and set off down Winchester Street.
Despite the rain, the walk downhill was an enjoyable one.
Mainly, due to the amazingly piquant aroma of the petrichor, and the lack of traffic and people.
It seemed so quiet, too. Yes, I did have my hearing aids in. Hehe!
Here’s picture slideshow of my short time in Sherwood.
In the Charity Shop Window. Hehe!
Sherwood was slowly flooding I think.
I carried on up and over the hill into Woodthorpe Grange Park and the flats.
By the Tree Copse
And down to the flats
Not much if a hobble, I know, but it was raining all the time.
I got back in the block, and Mo and two other ladies were there. A quick natter and I had to make my way up to the WC for a wee-wee. Which, I did.
I was preparing the nosh items when the landline burst forth with its tone. It was Brother-in-Law Pete, but I had to ask him to hold on a minute please, as I was not confident that I had not left lights on the stove. He’d gone when I got back, but he recalled a few moments later. We had a chinwag about this, that and the other, Hehe!
I hope to visit them on Wednesday after the hospital visit. I got their permission. Haha!
I got onto updating this diary.
Then went on TFZer Facebooking.
Got the meal prepared. Cheesy mashed potatoes, using extra strong cheddar, gherkin slices, tomatoes, marrowfat peas, smoked herring fillets in tomato & veg sauce.
This time I ate it all up, and nibbled only the lemon mousse and three jelly babies afterwards.
As I sat there pondering on the day and what to try to watch on the box… I drifted off… Ah!
23.45hrs: I stirred with a rampantly active mind and an overactive borborygmus stomach. Hehe! No doubt this will be relieved when I go to the Porcelain Throne.
I released my body-mass from the £300 second-hand recliner with no difficulties or harassment from the ailments!
Spotting a black LadyBug lurking on the kitchen window ledge, prompted me to carry out a bug-killer-spray in hand patrol of all rooms, in a search and destroy mission of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and LadyBug attackers. The results were worrying:
October
Spare Room
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Most of them were dead, killed by last nights Spraying-Session, I hope. The LadyBug and a few Weevils were alive in the wet room. But not for long.
I’d left the computer in ‘Sleep-Mode’ as well!
Carried out the Health Checks. Not good results this morning, but, I’ve had worse.
Friday Diary completed. Still no call to the Porcelain Throne yet? A tad disquieting. Cause, there’s a plentiful supply of wind rumbling about in the innards?
Banging coming from above 0130hrs. Hope that John has not fallen out of bed!
0135hrs: Got the laundry gathered and down to get the washer going. Had to clean the filter in the dryer for readiness for later.
Plenty of leaves had been blown in during the heavy winds.
Back up to the apartment, to update this blog.
0210hrs: Back down in the lift to move the clothing to the dryer. Some foul smells coming from the machines? So, I deterged the washing drum and sprayed some fresh-air from a can around.
The Emergency-Alarm-Pull on the wall was bleeping, a low battery warning, I expect.
I nipped outside to take this ‘Moody’ picture of the foyer entrance area. I was pleased with this one.
Then back up to update this daily catalogue of an old man’s life of ailments, Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas.
Down later to collect the laundry.
I emptied the machine and found an odd sock! I found it later in between the washing machines on the dirty floor, dropped when I took out the washing from the washer!
Cleaned the filet and drum and got the clothing folded.
This was when I realised what a genuine, complete nebech I am! Not only had I failed to take the towels down with me, but also the dressing gown and trousers to wash!
0310hrs: Back up to the flat and put what few togs I’d washed into the airing cupboard. The odd cleaned sock, and the wet unwashed partner to this sock, I put in the washing bag ready for next time. Schlub, Humph!
Went onto Facebooking to add all the photographs I’d taken yesterday and this morning to the albums. Took me a long time, but I got them finished, and then went on the TFZer site.
0725hrs: I took a break to make a mug of tea. Opened the window to take this photograph and nearly got blown back on my feet. Talk about wind! I have outside and in, but still no being summoned to the porcelain throne yet.
A fatidically, daunting view, and bitter strong winds.
As I made the brew, I realised I had not yet taken the morning medications, so I did.
I found a few funnies from the web about Police Officers and put them on the TFZ site.
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Russian
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Then made a TFZer Graphic as well.
It was late enough now for me to start doing the cleaning, use the hoover, etc. So I made a start on it but had to force myself like. Hehe!
Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit, and Shaking Shaun joined in with him.
Not feeling too good.
I’ll carry on cleaning but take my time. Did a bit, but gave up again. So tired and drained.
Got mushroom and pod peas in the crock-pot, but failed to notice that the peas had gone off! What a Shlimazel!
So, no mushrooms or peas to eat today. Not that it mattered. I lost my appetite. Did the Health Checks and Med’s, and just sorted cleaning the crock-pot, and sat down, falling asleep.
I stirred (still feeling not right, nothing to identify, just confused and tired) later, and gave Sister Jane a call. No reply, but she rang me back a few minutes later. Enjoyed a natter.
Dropped off to sleep again, and woke to feel a bit more like eating. So I made this meal.
But when I got around to eating it, I found I could not get much down the gullet. I left all the bread thins… it’d be easier to say what I did eat: Half of the sliced potatoes, half of the tomatoes and three pieces of bacon. But the hunger was gone.
Terrible time trying to sleep properly, forever waking every few minutes, the sweat pouring out of me.
Woke around 0030hrs: Determined to get some sorting and cleaning done.
23.45hrs: I awoke and lay there on the £300 second-hand recliner, awaiting the brain to join me in my semi-consciousness state. The nihility and nebulosity slowly found a route to semi-apprehension and limited but blurry understanding of my surroundings, transforming my galimatias-like thoughts into a rudimentary comprehensible form.
I could see no signs of nocturnal-nibbling having taken place… yet anyway.
I manipulated my plentiful flesh from the recliner, and after knocking the spring water bottle off of the Ottoman, gave myself one heck of painful toe stub against the computer chair leg. I’d not suffered any toe-stubbings for ages, but I made up for it with this one. Gorblimey it stung! Hehehe!
Getting into the kitchen, I immediately noted the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and their flying artillery in the form of the damned Lady Bugs, had come out to fight. Checked the wet room, hallway, and spare room, they were in all of the rooms!
Wet Room invaders counter attack!
Boll-Weevil squad - hallway door!
Spare room regiment to the right of ledge!
Spare room regiment to the left of ledge!
It’s getting a bit frustrating this infestation is now! I used up another of the ‘Raid’ bug killer sprays, as I counter attacked in each room, making myself cough a bit. Haha!
I keep killing no end of the buggers twice-daily, but back they come every time! Some of the Weevils looked like they were growing wings, the ones in the spare room did, anyway. There were a far higher proportion of live ones this morning as well. Oh, I’m fed up with them!
Just how are the Lady Bugs getting in through the new unwanted, just fitted, light and view-destroying new windows? Perhaps when I was out, the bugs landed on my clothing, and I gave them a lift into the apartment?
I’ve spent such a long time weevil and beetle battling I feel tired out now. Every time (And there were many dozens of them) I had to bend to pick the things off the floor, Hippy Hilda and the Belinda Back-Pain let me know their displeasure! Humph!
I got around to doing the Health Checks and taking the medications eventually. Hours after getting up.
I got the computer on, only to find that things were very slow with it.
I struggled through going on the WordPress Reader section and found some good stuff on it again. Then, the signal came good again? The lights on the router thingy keep flashing, no, flickering a lot, though?
It was a bit of a slog, but I got the Thursday Diary updated and posted off. Gawd-Strewth, it’s 0500hrs gone already!
I made an order for a fodder delivery for next Thursday.
Then made a start on this blog. As I had a Giddy Dizzy Dennis spell. I put this down to all the bending and getting up I had to do to sort the damned Weevil-beetles and Lady Bugs attack earlier. It didn’t last long, all over in ten minutes or so.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. A messy pongy evacuation yet again, but I expected it and took a Dia-Limit capsule earlier with the standard medications. Even so, I swallowed another one, as things were ultra liquified.
Good news though, oh yes! Harold’s Haemorrhoids hardly bled at all! I wish I could say the same for Inchies fungal lesion. Tsk!
Washed the hands and to the kitchen to make another mug of tea.
On the window ledge, I spotted another Lady Bug. She had deposited herself under some paper towelling, and to me, it looked like she had laid some eggs? Do ladybirds lay eggs? I’ll look that up…
I found this out: Ladybirds lay eggs one or more times a year (species vary), in batches of up to 40. They are black, turning to yellow or orange and will hatch within 4-10 days. Oh, dearie me!
I felt a bit peckish, so I had a few (honestly only a few) of the pork scratchings and some Scottish shorties. Then went on YouTube.
Got the ablutions done and sorted. Took the rubbish bags to the chute, then readied things and went down and out into the damp, windy weather, to take some external shots of the flats for the extra post to make later about the upgrading progress for WordPress. I took a recycling bag down with me.
Gaynor came out after me, and we had a little chinwag. She confirmed that next week I can use her flat, to get pictures from a different perspective, bless her.
Then I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführeress 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 and had a chat with Lynne and Julie.
Then back inside and up to Jenny and Franks flat. I felt a bit like I was imposing, but they were very kind and got sorted, using their bedroom and kitchen windows. Here are a few of the pictures that I took.
Across zoomed in back of Winchester Court
Progressing slowly, but surely, now.
I thanked them and got down to the flat… no, up to the flat. And got the pork shoulder steaks (After the regulation hourly short-sharp wee-wee, of course, Hehe!) in the oven, the mini-potatoes were already in the crockpot.
Then made up the Upgrading blog and posted it off. (Six-hour job)
Health Checks were done.
Updated this Friday post to here, then went on a catch-up mission on Facebook.
Visited the WordPress Reader section. When I got to reading the posts, about furries Dougie and Andy, it suddenly came over all dark and foreboding.
Got the nosh sorted and served up.
Just as I had got the plate laid out, I turned to put the pans in the sink to soak in washing up liquid, and I kicked over a bucket of water I’d forgotten that I had left on the floor earlier. By the time I had cleaned it up, the nosh was barely warm.
Still, I ate most of it.
Fell asleep with the tray on my knee. Woke up later with it on the floor.
0035hrs: I woke still feeling a little embarrassed about yesterdays mega Whoppsiedangleplop over the hospital cock-up I made. I sat still for a while, spitting self-recrimination at myself. The brain soon fogged over as other concerns, fears and worries joined in with the self-hate forces, to create a morass of mostly muddled melancholy moods, as they floated around each trying to gain my attention.
Which I’m gratified, (is that the right word? I’ll check later) that thankfully this situation didn’t last long. I gleaned a modicum of self-assertiveness and pulled myself together. Somehow finding the sagaciousness to understand that things I had done could not be changed, now, and I need to blot-out the mistakes and go forward, for my own health and sanity sake.
Feeling smug, self-satisfied, almost conceited, with my surprising change of attitude, I began to extract my baby rhinoceros-shaped but flabby torso from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner.
A couple of signs of nocturnal-nibbling were spotted as I gain an upright position. How? Why? Could I really have got up, gone to the cupboard and returned with a pot of cheese biscuits and one of some chip-sticks… and not remember anything about doing so!
I don’t know how, but I kept my nerve and new resolution not to get myself ‘agitated and ‘going’ and all self-critical again! Smug Mode Adopted here! Which was very short-lived!
I went into the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks.
The danged Evil ironclad Boll-Weevils black biting beetles had summoned up their reserve armour and air-force!
Yes, the Lady-Bugs were all over the kitchen. It looked like the Weevil Officers were giving instructions to one of the bugs!
Just when I was beginning to think I was getting the upper hand with the invaders as well!
Doing the Health Checks had to take a back-seat now. I just had to investigate the other rooms to assess the new military reserves the weevils had brought in as support. Hehe!
And Cyndy and Eric I learned yesterday, had an invasion of midges covering their balcony? Oh, dearie me!
After photographing the evidence to send to the European Court of human rights (Haha!), the need for the Porcelain Throne then overtook precedence of the Weevil/Bug patrol. Off to the wet room.
I had to rush to get to the Throne in time, and what a messy liquidified evacuation it was! Little Inchies Lesion had been pouring blood, and it had dried on the flesh of my bulbous body and the PP’s! Heck of a painful job cleaning things and medicating afterwards.
Then, I found that the Weevils and Bugs were in the wet room now! I got the Killer Spray and used up what was left of it. (Another £3.59 in costs!) I got another can of the ‘Raid’ cockroach and ant killer and gave that a spray around in the corners of the wet room.
An expensive visit to the Throne this morning. I used up the last of the Anusol Cream, had to start the last tube of Daktacort and the last of the ‘Pure’ citrus air spray (The aroma from the wet evacuation was not tolerable without this spray being used copiously, Hehe!)
Into the spare room, to find to find dozens of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge. Most of them alive this time, and a little larger in size than of late! But no Lady Bugs in there yet, at least as far as I could tell.
I nearly allowed myself to get all uptight at this stage, but I held it back and felt proud of my resisting getting in a panic mode.
To the kitchen and made a tasty, rich mug of Assam tea. It was this strong, due to my putting in two tea bags in the small cup without realising it.
Perhaps the panic-mode was returning after all?
Finally, I got the Health Checks completed.
The readings were all well up on yesterdays. Not surprising though, all the hassle taking place today. Grumph!
I got the computer on and went on the WordPress Reader first, to take a look at the new stuff.
As I started to update the Wednesday blog, I had to return with as much alacrity as I could manage. Cor blimey, I think that Trotsky Terence is back with me again. More medicating and a change of PP’s (Thanks to Michael, mate!). The fresh-air spray utilised again.
The ‘Panic-Mode’ I sensed was on the way back. For I found many more of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles running about again! I sprayed them and gathered the corpses.
My stability, cohesion, and soundness of mind were being challenged now. Tsk!
I thought I’d better take a Dia-Limit capsule.
Then realised I had not taken the morning medications yet.
I made the tea and left it to brew fully in the mug.
Back to the computer and finished the Wednesday blog off and got it posted the WordPress.
I’d forgotten about the tea, so went to collect it from the kitchen.
Only to find two Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, that I don’t think where there on my last visit, in an oven tray on top of the hob. One of them looked almost transparent, ghost-like? The other one was fully alive and seemed to be attacking the first one?
Back to the computer to start updating this diary, at last. But the best intentions don’t always get done immediately. For a third time this morning, I had to hurry to the Porcelain Throne.
Another messy, time-consuming and costly session. The lesion had been bleeding so another pair of PP’s had to be adorned, more Daktacort cream, more Gemoloid cream and the last of the ‘Pure’ citrus scented air-spray used up. Oh, heck!
Now, my mood was right mixed one. Discouraged, anxious, nervous and yet discouraged, anxious, nervous and again vivified at how I seem to have coped with the morning’s challenges?
I pressed on with updating as far as to here.
Then I got the nibble box sorted and raffle prizes ready for today’s Winwood Social Hour.
Email from Jenny, I can call on Friday after 1000hrs to take photographs of the new build from her kitchen window. So nice of her.
The day cometh.
Got the ablutions tended to. All went well. Of course, another change of PP’s, use of Daktacort cream and almost the last of the Germoloid was required. Listening to the radio in the shower, and they mentioned areas of Nottingham having invasions from black midges and the Ladybirds! They did not say Sherwood, though.
I found more Evil ironclad Boll-Weevils black biting beetles in the wet room again. Humph!
Must get the washing done in the morning. Just thought I’d mention it like. Did the midday medications and Health Checks early.
Made up the waste bags to drop in the chute on the way out.
I met a few of my friend tenants on the walk 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. Mo pointed out to me that the electronic sign on the side of our block of flats that was there two days ago had now been removed?
Consensus between the four residents, Mo or Gaynor, I think it was, I could be wrong, I often am… got carried away there, sorry… said it was due to some electrical fault.
We got to the Winwood Social meeting, and a jolly noisy one it was. But I got a few chinwags in with many of the Winwood residents clan, so I was happy enough. BJ was there as well. Got the raffle prizes on the trolley, got and handed out some raffle tickets and then went round with the nibble box.
Gaynor offered for me to use her windows, I thanked her and asked if I could sort a time and day with her next week. Gaynor, Cyndy and Margaret were all in good form.
Jenny confirmed I would be calling in the morning to take some photos from her kitchen.
I left early, to catch the L9 bus into town, with the sole purpose of my getting some more of those Ritz Potato Thins.
I’ve taken to these nibbles, even though they are light and crispy and up to now, I have not managed to eat any without having dropped crumbs to clear up afterwards! Hehe!
I bade my farewells and went out to the bus stop. Where many tenants were awaiting the bus.
A delivery lorry had parked where the bus stop was, but the driver had no choice in the matter.
The city bus arrived, and only me and Barry got on that one. But we had a good natter en route. Barry has done such a lot in his life, it’s a pleasure to listen to him.
In town, Barry called in the bookies, and I went across the slab square, taking this photographicalisation of the Nottingham Council House from the centre of the square.
The different clouds in the background came up alright.
The place will soon be filled up with food stalls and money grabbing stalls for the Christmas Fayre I expect. I wonder if they will be putting on the ice-rink again?
On this photographical effort on the left, I caught the loss-making Tram pulling out from South Parade. Not surprising really, every day they have fare-dodgers.
The two tax-dodging over-charging Coffee Shops at the end of Wheeler Gate, where my destination, the Poundland shop was located.
Once inside the store, I did get carried away a tad. Guilty!
I got some Christmas pressies (Chocolate-based), My highly rated Ritz Potato Thins (Good!). Listerine, and some thick 50L black bags.
I found out later, rather embarrassingly, that I had overcharged myself at the self-service check-out! What an Eizel!
As I made my way back to the number 40 bus stop on Queen Street, crossing the Slab Square, I had a few moments of dysphoria. I suddenly felt there was no point anymore, the memory was fading, the body eroding and my failures ever-increasing… A really unexpected and dismal feeling! This unwelcome frame of mind continued until I was on the bus travelling home. My saviour turned out to be a little girl in a pushchair who got on the bus with her mother. She was crying. She was situated opposite me, I gave her a smile which did not help her cease crying. So I pulled faces and pretended to fall asleep and wake up, and the little Angel stopped crying and eventually gave me a smile! This made me feel so good. Mother wouldn’t have known about it, she was using her mobile-phone all the time.
Now I was back to my normal vacant, inane, hopefull, semi-cheerfull mode again.
Dropped off the bus on the hill bend on Winchester Street. Got across the road with relative ease and made my way back to the flats.
I didn’t see any builder workers or residents on the walk back to the apartment.
I got inside and had a short-sharp wee-wee.
Got into the kitchen and took this shot of a chap and his dog near the bottom of the tree copse.
I don’t know for sure why I took it, they were both seemingly resting, but a flash of jealousy came over me, seeing a man and his dog in harmony and so peaceful.
Then, I noticed the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles were out in force on the kitchen floor. Tsk! A couple of Ladybirds were amongst them?
I took a photograph out of the kitchen window, which revealed ladybirds and weevils on the outside of the frame!
I put away the pressies and fodder and got some seasoned potatoes into the oven. Spread some sourdough bread with butter, sliced some tomatoes, washed and placed sugar-snap peas, extra strong grated cheese and pork pie meat with gelatine on the plate all ready for when the potatoes were cooked/
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Got the nosh prepared and served up.
Not a bad tasting fodder-plate tonight. Well, this afternoon.
8.9/10 Flavour Rating.
The plan was, eat the meal, wash the pots, clean up the front room carpet, get the TV on and watch some A-Team on the TV…
2350 hrs: I woke up with a bit of a start, the head in a spin and struggling to grasp what needed doing today. I remembered the Asda fodder was to arrive, (but I had to look-up later at what time, 0700>0800hrs) and the hospital visit… then, the mind had to concentrate on getting me to the Porcelain Throne on time! Passing the empty orange juice bottles, cheese curl packets, and the crumbs on the £300 second-hand recliner and carpet near to the Ottoman. Schlemiel!
The evacuation was slightly cringe-making, uneasy and messy. Prevented my gaining any degree of serenity of the mind. Still, I got a few pages of the ‘Catastrophy’ book read. As if the brain wasn’t already vagarious enough, struggling to cope, now I input more knowledge I don’t need for the grey-cells to get confused and mystified over! Idiot!
Little Inchies lesion had been bleeding a lot while I was asleep. Not comfortable cleaning things up when they had congealed, but I managed with the odd ‘Ooh’ and ‘Ohohoh’ being muttered. At one stage, I think an ‘Argh!’ slipped out. It is vital that I clear all signs of any sanguineous from the fungal lesion, to try to avoid the medics halting the procedure later on. Changed the PP’s and applied some Daktacort cream. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were not bleeding at all. Just on the day that I’m going in to have them strangulated, this happens! I don’t know if it is a good or bad thing, though?
Apart from Inchies Fungal Lesion, physically, I was feeling good. Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Hernia Harold, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Duodenal Donald, Back-Pain-Brenda, Metal-Ticker-Thomas, the Plates-of-meat, and DVT Theresa were all being so kind to me, I found it hard to believe, but appreciated the situation all the same. If only the mind would be as sympathetic to me. Bonkersness approacheth? Hehehe!
I set about doing the Health Checks.
Well, well, well, fancy that. The Sys and Dia have come down well this morning, and also the temperature.
Good timing that!
And, as well as and besides that, the sphygmomanometer worked the first time! If only the mind would do the same. Haha!
Made a brew and took the medications. Remembering not to eat anything as instructed.
I updated and finished the Tuesday Diary then got it posted off. Went on the WordPress Reader section.
When I went to make another brew of tea, I noticed that the flat was looking a little tatty and unkempt. I hope to have a bash at cleaning it up a bit when I get the procedure sorted.
Back to the computer and I heard a noise coming from somewhere in the flat. I jumped up (well, alright, struggled out of the chair) and went to investigate.
In the kitchen I found stuff had fallen off of the sink side; things that should not have been there if I’d kept the place tidy as normal. Klutz! There was a bottle of bleach, a washing-up liquid bottle and a bowl that had fallen off and landed around the bag of hospital things I have to take with me later. Luckily, there was no leakage.
However, when I checked out the bag, the shaving foam had been releasing some of its foam and soaked a towel. So, I swapped the towel for another one. Tsk! Good job I noticed really.
I started this blog going up to here. Then had an idea for a Political Funny graphic as a diary header, and went on CorelDraw to make a start of designing it while the idea was fresh in the head.
Ablutions were carried out without any shaving cuts. The medicalisationing of the fungal lesion, although not exactly a success, was not too painful this time.
I collated the black bags to go down the chute, gathered the recycling bag and hospital bag, and departed. Took the black waste to the chute. Got to the lift, it arrived, and I realised I had not heard the ‘Ping’.
Back to the flat to get the hearing aids. Humph! Back to the lift. Not feeling so bad really, as I was feeling a mite holier-than-though, about getting all the things needed for the procedure, and remembering the timing, etc. Also, I had time to meet Cissy in town, and Paul was to arrive to pick us up to lift me to the hospital. All was going well, I thought.
I plodded down and put the bag for there cycling near the caretakers door, and off 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 china and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed.
I was first in the room this morning, and it soon filled up with many others, and chinwags of mammoth proportions followed.
The bus arrived, and I got the crossword book out and had a reasonably successful go at it en route.
In town, I got off at the terminus on King Street, and took this photograph, thinking it might come out a ‘Moody’ one.
Walked down and met Cissy in the slab square.
This is where the start of my Mega Whoopsiedangleplop began to take fruit! Cissy heard my mobile ringing and informed me. I got it out and answered it in time, but could not make out what the lady was saying, so again Cis took charge and spoke for me.
As I watched her turn the call off minutes later, her confoundedly serious Tut-Tutting began. She explained: That was the hospital confirming the appointment is still on for the procedure. FOR NEXT WEDNESDAY at 0830hrs! As she said this, shame and utter self-disapproval flowed out as I now remembered the time and date being changed last week!
I think she felt sorry for me a bit. Paul arrived and laughed his head-off almost, but Cissy was a little annoyed with me as well. They departed, and I was in a right state mentally after they had left. I’m not sure where I went until I was aware that I was on the Poundland store, filling up the shopping basket. But I found this photo later that I could not recall taking?
Resigned to my failure, well, almost, I carried on shopping and think I got some bargains. Christmas chocolates (Liqueurs) for the other tenants. Social Hour Prizes and nibble box biscuits. Zoflora Citrus disinfectant, ham off-cuts, cheeselets, bird food for the ducks, and a Pork Farm pork pie.
I popped along to the Marks & Spencers Food Hall. Spent on more unneeded fodder. I think the cock-up I’d made affected my minds balance? Haha! Anyway, I got a sliced Sourdough Stonebake loaf. Shortie biscuits, shelled peas and sliced mushrooms.
I do remember taking this photo of the Little John Tower Dome, and thinking how cloudless the sky was.
I looked this up late on the Cosmopolitan page on the web, it said: From early October, stargazers will be treated to a spectacular display of shooting stars as Halley’s Comet returns to Earth. Just thought I’d mention it.
I caught the L9 bus and Elizabeth, and Cindy got on. After telling them earlier about my procedure being today, I proceeded to make myself look a right fool, by explaining cock-up with the dates. I felt a right Plonker!
Still, they were kind really, as they told me I was a nitwit or something like that! Hehehe!
The sky remained clear of any clouds, and despite the sun, I sensed it was going to get cold tonight.
A little after taking this picture, I nodded off for a minute or two, as I woke up I thought I heard the driver talking to us, but missed what he was saying. I asked the ever-patient Cindy what he said. He was checking if anyone wanted to get off at a stop on the hill down to the flats.
Got off the bus, say hello to those tenants getting onto the vehicle, and the three of us (Cindy, Elizabeth, and yours-truly) hobbled to the flats. We met Ian Incharge on the way along Chestnut Walk. I gave him with Cindies prompting (She is kind) a box of the Brandy Liqueurs as a treat. We had a laugh in the lift, and I made my way to the flat and a much-needed wee-wee and medicalisationing of the lesion.
Got the things put away and got the mushrooms and peas simmering with demerara sugar and lemon. Hope it tastes alright?
Got updating this blog to here, and the weariness and tiredness loomed.
So I stopped and got the nosh sorted out.
I really enjoyed this meal. The sourdough bread was excellent, the salt & vinegar potato thins very tasty, the extra Strong cheddar was good, tomatoes and apples were okay. The most costly item on the plate, the shelled Kenyan Pod Peas from Marks & Spencers, that I boiled long and slow with lemon juice and demerara sugar, tasted delightful. A 9.45/10 Taste-Rating!
So, there’s a tip I’ve discovered for anyone else to try. Cindy, Jenny, Elizabeth, Mary, Penny, Lynne, Susie, Margaret, Deana, Julie… or maybe not. Hehe! But I loved em!
I got the TV on, to watch the A-Team double-episodes. I didn’t make it to the first set of advertisements… Zzzz!
Having been up since 2130hrs, like yesterday, I was all confused. I had a few wee-wee’s while I started on updating the Monday Post.
The sky from the unwanted, view-blocking, light-eliminating new kitchen window, looked almost foreboding.
Had to go to the Porcelain Throne and sort-put best I could the fungal lesion sanguineness.
I found that the legs were still full of fluid, this time, with the left one being bigger, or fuller than the right one. The mystery growth on the lower right leg remains a conundrum as to what it is from! I think another one might be growing on the right leg, to keep it company? Haha!
I seem to have hairy knees? I’ve not noticed that before. Hehe!
Did the Health Checks.
0125hrs: Got the blog for Monday finished and posted off.
I went to make a brew of tea. I took the morning medications.
I had a hunt around for any Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and found only dead ones. Well, until later when I discovered and eliminated a few live ones from the spare room.
0220hrs: Back to the computer. Had a read of WP Reader section. Then onto the TFZer Facebooking and adding to the photo albums.
It took me until 0438hrs – the Facebook or internet was that slow. Turned it all off and rebooted. Then tried to reply to some Facebook comments. Another two hours spent on Facebooking!
I had the back-stabbing-pains getting worse, so I got up and had a walk about for a bit – it did no good of course. Haha!
On my hobble around, I found eight letters stuck in the letterbox. Seven were junk mail, and one from Nottingham City Homes. A two-sided message. An invitation to a meeting to view the design ideas for the new Winwood Centre, the conference for next Tuesday at 1400hrs>1600hrs on Tuesday 23rd October.
Ground Floor: Large social area with tea point and kitchen: Dining tables and chairs, informal seating area. Possible partitions.
First Floor: Craft Activity Room, IT points. Storage areas.Judging by all the empty spirit and beer bottle in the recycling bin, I think that Craft Beers would entice most tenants to have a go. Hehehe! Only joking.
Second Floor: TV lounge, chairs, and a sofa. That would be somewhere different for me to fall asleep? Haha!
Third Floor: Games Room. Snooker, table tennis or air hockey. Board games and a dart board.The mind shudders!
Fourth Floor: Sun Room. Retro feel, CD’s MP3’s (Whatever they are?), opening out onto a roof terrace.
By gum, they are going to a lot of expense and effort for us all. Lucky residents we are!
I must remember to get to see Jenny and ask her which weekday would be best for me to take up her kind offer to let me take some photographs of the new build before it is completed, from her kitchen and lounge windows.
I went on CorelDraw to prepare some more TFZer graphics. I managed to get three done before it was time to tend to the ablutions and medicationing.
Got the shaving, showering, creaming, lotioning, and refreshing all done.
Took three shots from the window to show the morning to you all. Left, ahead and right.
I popped up to see Roy and his better half, but no answer.
Treat Jenny and Frank on the way out. Great people.
As I left the flats, this beast of a plant wagon approached.
Hehehe!
Plant Perambulator Paulius Plonk-Brewer (Hyphenated) and Eric Incharge were manipulating the vehicle.
Along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers 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 was first in, but the place soon filled up: Cindy, Elizabeth, Lynne, Welsh William and Big John from the flat above plus many others. I harkened to the chatter.
When it was time, we all went out to the bus stop. The City bound bus arrived first, and Big John and I got on it. I dropped off at Woodborough top Plains Road junction and wobbled along to the Aldi Store.
Where I spent and got a little more than I needed to. Tsk, Klutz!
Nibbles for the Christmas ‘do’ meeting. Melton Mowbray pork pie, cheese twists, pork shoulder steaks, mini-potatoes, vine tomatoes, hoisin pork ribs, and some brown sandwich thins.
Oh, and some boxes of two cream cakes on offer. One for me, one of Jenny and one for Cyndy. Guilt Mode Adopted!
I decided to get the bus back instead of walking, then I could get to the hospital quicker.
Back at the flats, I used the safety passage mad up from fence thingies. Naturally, Big John walked bravely on the road section. Oh, I am good! Haha!
Got in the flat and went up to Cyndy’s and gave Eric the nibbles, then to Jennies for the same reason. I asked if Jenny could let me know when was best for me to call to use her windows for the photographicalisationing of the new block. Left the cakes and back to the flat.
Then I realised it was tomorrow, not today for the hospital. What a Shlemiel! I seem to have got myself in a right muddle appointment-wise.
Did the Health Checks.
So I got the meal on.
Hoisin pork ribs, green beans, tomatoes, mini-potatoes and chip sticks. Mandarin yoghourt and an apple.
The naughty but nice jam & cream doughnuts went down too well. Hehe! Flavour Rating: 9.1/10.
I must have nodded off after eating this meal.
Cause I woke up around midnight with the plate and things still on the tray on the next chair, and positive signs of nocturnal nibbling spread over my stomach (Crumbs!)
What happened on the 5 hours before this, is a mystery. But I either had a somnambulant episode, or woke up to gather the fodder to nibble… or, I don’t know. Humph!
0000hrs: Having been up and about and done the necessary ablutionalisationing and medicationalising, I had to return to the wet room for the Porcelain Throne duties. Hehe! All went well.
Little Inchies fungal lesion had bled a bit again, but Harold’s Hæmatorrhœa was only leaking a tiny bit.
And I felt a lot better than last night when I had a fatigue festival. Haha!
I took a photograph through the kitchen window.
Just gone midnight, but the vehicle lights and emergency vehicle blues’ were plentiful.
I got the kettle on and took last nights medications that I’d forgot to imbibe, because of my falling to sleep early on in the day for several hours.
I must have needed the kip, I suppose?
Then, I was sure I heard a clanging noise coming in through the open kitchen window.
I tried looking down through the window, but the new protruding ledges under the frames made it impossible for me to see anything. So, I took a blind shot with the camera. It showed nothing untoward down there.
I placed the morning medications on a tray and put them next to the computer so as not to forget to take them later. The Cardiac test at 0900hrs this morning at the surgery, mustn’t ignore that either.
Tended to the Health Checks next. Then made up the Excel record on the computer for last week.
Once again, the morning’s readings were all higher than the previous day?
I remembered I needed to take a urine sample with me to the doctors. So, I got a tube filled and put it in the bag straight away so as not to forget to take it with me.
Damn it! Just remembered, I was not supposed to eat anything or drink anything after 2200hrs, but water before the examination. Klutz! I’d had a drink of tea!!! Everyone should have the right to do stupid things. But, I think I am abusing that privilege!
I found about ten dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles in the wet room, one alive.
The spare room produced only about twelve weevils, all dead.
The kitchen held only about nine of the little invaders, again, all dead!
I did not allow myself to get too optimistic, this has happened before. Methinks that the beetles were either retreating or moving on to a flat with more food in it. Hehe! Only to find an increased number of flipping things the next morning.
I thought I’d make a start on doing some diary page header graphics in advance. So onto CorelDraw. Got a couple or so done.
Marie & Gerry, oh yes! ♥
Made up the nibble bags for the surgery staff. Had a wash and brushed up, and went to set out on the walk to the surgery. There was a letter in the box on the door, bent down to grab it and I had a Dennis Dizzy visit.
Clouted my head against the corner of the metal. Ah, well!
No one about when I went down and got out to the recycling bin.
I deposited my empty Tomato Passata jar on top of the beer, lager, champagne, sherry, San Miguels, wine, brandy, whiskey and gin bottles, etc.
I think I might be the only non-alcoholic in the block. Hehe!
I took this shot of the New Extra Care Build and Winchester Court block on the way along Chestnut Walk.
The lower back pain stings started again, making it a painful hobble to the doctor’s surgery. Luckily, there were many distractions from the agony (Hehe!) in the form of many Dangerous Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists, and my actually seeing a Nottingham Police Car on the road… No actual policemen on foot, of course.
As I plodded down Winchester Street hill, I took this picture of the beautiful colours on offer from the changing trees, the gloomy sky, with the early morning cold sunshine breaking through.
The house Unpainted on the left, is where I lived donkeys-years ago in a flat. I’d guesstimate as being around 1965? Little knowing I’d be walking down Winchester Street, with bad memories of my short residence, fifty-four years later!
To the bottom and on to Mansfield Road.
The traffic queue as far as the eye could see. One of the rare occasions I feel content with no longer having a car.
During the forty-minute hobble, the back pains eased off a lot.
A few car horns were being used in the line of slow moving traffic.
Sounded like tempers were being strained to me.
As I neared the Sherringham Medical Practice, I managed to get a photo of the ‘Look at me, I’m tough!’ Pavement Cyclist, as he approached me.
He shouldn’t really be on a pushbike if he is too terrified to use the road? I notice he is not too scared to put the fear of God into ageing pedestrians! The Brion! (Bully).
(End of rant. Haha!)
I got in the surgery and presented myself at the reception. And very glad I was, that I had the day and time right for once. Hehe! Logged in and sat down with the crossword book.
A nurse came to collect me earlier than my appointment time. She was a relief nurse I think, I’d not seen her before. Nice lady. She sorted me out. The bleeding afterwards took a long time to stop, but this is not unusual. Gave her a nibble bag, thanked her. Dropped some fodder-nibbles of at the reception, and I out in the car park well before I could use my bus-pass time.
So, I set off on a hobble back to the flats, the way I came from, up Mansfield Road. The traffic was still congested.
Another Nottinghamian Pedestrian Cyclist shot by me from behind, giving me a bit of a shock. He was very close to clouting me!
Git!
AS I got to the tip of the hill, another Pavement Cyclist approached, just as a rarity came into view as I took the shot.
Yes, it really was a Nottingham Police Car!
(Sarcasm Mode Engaged) It’s nice to see things that take you back so many years.
Down the hill into Sherwood, and called into the Continental Food Store. Had a look for any of the lemon cream cake squares, but no, none available. I could have got nutmeg, vanilla, kiwi or almond flavoured ones, but no lemon. (Sulk Mode Adopted!)
I decided to treat myself to some of the expensive sliced continental bread, then perused the cooked meats and bought some roast belly pork slices, with the intention of having some sandwiches later on. I got some mini-potatoes as well.
The haul up Winchester Street Hill back home proved detrimental for the back pains, but Anne Gyna coped well with the slog.
The first L9 buses were loading up with Winwood Height’s residents as I turned the corner. They were all gone by the time I got 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.
I popped in the hut and caught Warden Unterscharführeress Julie as she was leaving on a visit to Winchester Court. A few words were shared. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel or agents, on this blog. So, I won’t.
I got in the apartment and had a wee-wee, and changed the PP’s due to Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding. Washed and into the kitchen, for a much-needed mug of tea.
The sky looked a little ominous, and the sunshine had retired.
Made a brew and got the Health Checks done.
The early fatigue-mode arrived.
Got the nosh sorted out. Used the pork in the ultra-tasty brown continental sliced bread sarnies. Some tomatoes, chip-sticks, sliced a Cox’s apple, a pot of lemon mousse and some fresh Clementine juice.
The meal went down well. A taste-rating of 9.2/10 was given.
Things get a bit vague from here on, I’m afraid. I assume I fell asleep?
I woke up wondering what day it was, let alone what time it was! Tsk!
It was 2125hrs! I did the health checks and took the belated evening medications I usually have around 1600hrs.
Then, I got the computer on, to update this blog. Which took me until 0015hrs to get done, for Shaking Shaun was visiting my hands again. Humph!
0025hrs: I stirred, full of fears and trepidation. Amidst a pile of nocturnal-nibbling residue all around me. An empty cheese curl bag, and an empty biscuit pot, not to mention the mystery looking-like cheese cracker crumbs laying on my tumid bulging stomach.
Guilt and blameworthiness abounded around in my mind. A contrite mode was adopted. I must have had a blank period methinks.
Ah, well, I thought I’ll get up… which proved to be a painful task this morning. The electric-shock-like pains from the lower back (I’ll have to give this ailment a name like the others), started as soon as I moved my short, stumpy but flabby torso, were terrible. And, I could sense the warm wet feeling from the Fungal Lesion down below.
Not a good start to the day, Humph! Off to the wet room for a medicalisationing session. Inchies lesion was by far the worst, most difficult and most painful application of the Daktacort I’ve ever known. It took a while to stem the bleeding too. I rubbed in some of the pain gel into the back. Changed the PP’s and washed. A most embarrassing situation. Times like this I’m glad I live alone.
By the time I’d got in the kitchen, the stabbing pains in the back seemed to be becoming less frequent, and this alone cheered me up a bit.
I got the Health Checks completed. The sphygmomanometer even worked first time again.
The readings were all higher than yesterday morning. The earlier ailment bother might have affected them, I think. I made a brew and took the medications.
The alimentary canal and bowels indicated the need for me to utilise the Porcelain Throne. So, back to the wet room, I trudged.
I carried out the evacuation with relative ease, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were bleeding just a smidge. The fungal lesion had suffered bleeding a lot in the short time since I adorned the new PP’s, and they had to be changed again. I cleaned up again and returned to the kitchen.
Where I got the new can of the ‘Raid’ ant & cockroach killer spray and carried out an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol in each room. I can report that only one live adult weevil was spotted, captured and executed. Plus, I found just about ten or twelve baby weevils, all dead. I sprayed in the usual areas all the same.
Got the computer going, and finished doing the Saturday Diary and posted it off. Then went on to the WordPress Reader section.
The tummy started rumbling a little. A possible second trip to the Porcelain Throne on the way perhaps?
I titivated around the £300 second-hand recliner area. Removing the signs of guilt from the zone.
Then went on TFZer Facebooking for an hour or two.
Made another mug of tea, and went on CorelDrawing to make TFZer graphics.
Four hours later, I’d got the fun TFZer graphics finished ready to post them off.
Lynda, Gladys & Betty in the Thundebird Car! With fans.
Janet BM tips on Cravings? Hehe!
Made another brew and had some biscuits with the tea.
The legs felt like they were filing up with fluid suddenly?
Did the Health Checks.
Sat down and had a mug of tea with some biscuits and an apple.
Fell asleep. Woke at 0925hrs… man hours later!
Got the ablutions and medicalisationing done. This took me well over an hour. Mostly due to the carefullness of my applicating the Clobavate, Anusol and Phorpain gel. Hehehe!
0130hrs: Yet again, I wake up feeling a different person. ([Chance would be a fine thing], I said that wrongly, sorry), I meant, Yet again, I woke up feeling ‘Like’ a different person. Hehe!
Only the worrying bleeding from the Fungal lesion bothered me, all my other ailments appeared to be taking a holiday. I’m delighted to say!
As I lay there amidst some suspicious looking empty nibble pots around my bulbous body balancing atop the £300 second-hand recliner, absorbing this good news: my innards summoned me to the Porcelain Throne. Out of the recliner, no toe stubbing, no dizzies or shakes (Looking good healthwise today), and I had one of the best Porcelain Throne session I’ve had for days now. *No bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids either!
Washed and tended to the Health Checks. With further encouraging signs in the results (I began to wonder if I was still asleep and dreaming, such good fortune for me? Haha!). With all this luck, maybe I might win the lottery and become one of the nouveau-riche? Oh, no, I don’t do the lottery… perhaps I should? Hehe!
Just look at this morning’s results folks. Sys, Dia, Pulse, temp and weight all down from yesterdays higher readings!
Even the sphygmomanometer worked the first time!
Can this last, I thought?
I got on with updating the Friday blog and got it sent off.
Made a start on this post, but I got distracted into adding some more words to the personal dictionary. An hour or so later, I went to make a mug of tea and take the medications.
A Lilliputian release of wind from the rear end – and I had to make a dash to the Porcelain Throne again! I was delighted that I was in the kitchen at this time, for I was but a few paces from the wet room door.
♫ Just in time, I got there, just in time
My get-there time was running low
Blood was lost, the PPs had to be tossed… ♫
Had I had to go any further, I’m sure I would not have made it in time! So much for my improvement with the luck department! That didn’t last long, although I don’t know, nearly four hours without any Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops ain’t too bad. I think my EQ knew all along that the unnatural absence of Accifauxpas would not last… it never does.
The pay-back time now. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were stinging and pouring blood, and Little Inchies Fungal lesion was in a messy sanguineous state.
Medications applied (Germoloid and Daktacort), change of PPs, and I had a wash and a cleanup.
Feeling like another person again now. My usual Schlimazel variety!
As I was leaving the wet room, I spotted a few dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle carcases on the floor. This prompted me to get the spray and ‘do’ each room in the flat. There more dead bodies in every place, I collected them as I went around into a pot come coffin.
Unbelievable, picking up very last of the beasts from the kitchen floor, and the painful lower-back electric-like stabbing pains returned!
I got the brew and took some extra painkillers, which is the last thing I wanted to do, I’d been trying to reduce the Codeine Phosphate intake because of all the falling asleep I’m doing.
And, will the bleeding interfere with the planned Haemorrhoidectomy Strangulation procedure?
I am not in a good mood now, especially compared to how I woke up feeling so good. Pessimistic, disaster-prone, hexed, cursed, jinxed, voodooed, luckless… Yes! The poor old thing, Haha!
I took some a photos from the kitchen window of down on Chestnut Way in the rain.
A bit nippy when I opened the window to take these shots.
I set about finishing the funny graphics I’d done of some of the Willmott Dixon lads, and posted them to Facebook, too.
Don't know these lad, but hope they see this bit of fun
Ian Incharge with his new apprentice... Cor!
Hope they get a laugh from them.
I got some photographs on my Pinterest site. Then some onto my Facebook Albums.
Started today’s diary going again, up to here. Then went on the WordPress Reader section, had a perusal of others efforts on WordPress. I’ve not heard anything from Tim Price lately. I pray all is okay, medically speaking. Could be technical or holidaying has delayed his content.
Then back to TFZer Facebooking. Made a graphic from the Goose Fair photo of the scary Spooky Tower Haunted House thing. TFZer creator Sandie in her Halloween outfit. Haha!
I posted it to the TFZer site. Then did a post about the latest Political Humour Graphics wot I dun! Hehe!
I made a Christmas order for the 20th December to Morrisons. Then got the meal prepared, did the Health Checks while waiting for the sliced potatoes to cook.
I remember eating this meal and thinking it was a much better effort than of late.
What happened afterwards is a total mystery to me, as I nodded off repeatedly, waking and seeing the TV was on, then drifted off again and repeated this many times.
I woke with a start at 0025hrs, full of fears and trepidation. The lower back pain twinging, and Inchies lesion flowing copiously. The stomach grinding. I must have had a memory blank period methinks.
2246hrs: Woke-up, blinked and decided immediately, that I would get the laundry tended to, the first job of the day! Please note the truancy of my usually rampant pathological indecisiveness! Smug Mode Adopted.
I was out of the £300 second-hand juddery recliner in minutes. No ailments caused me any bother in doing so. The back pain, Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were all being kind to me. A little unsettling when this happens. I gathered the bag of washing with the accoutrements already in it and set off down in the lift.
When I got to the laundry room, a chap was filling up the better dryer with his clothing that he’d washed in his machine in his flat.
I got my stuff going in washer No.2 and back up to the flat.
But not before I had to clean out the filter that someone had left clogged up.
To the flat and got the Health Checks were done. The readings were all still too high, I think.
Met Bill from the first floor on the way down as he got on the elevator, on his way to do his washing.
Move the togs from the washer to the dodgy dryer. I’m never content using this machine, because of the number of times it had finished its cycle and the clothing has still been wet.
I stayed downstairs wondering around. As I feared, the crap-drier stopped early, and the clothes were still almost wet! At this point, the big lad came in to gather his not been long in the machine clothing. Which was good for me, cause I could move the undried things into the better dryer after the big lad had emptied it. As he started to remove his items, I advised him to clean the filter out first, or he’ll drag his gear over it and get fluff on his clean clothes. I showed him how to clean it out, then did it for him.
I transferred my items to the dryer. As I was taking them out, Bill arrived to remove his washing, so that worked out well.
All this laundry room traffic made me realise how early it actually was. I’d woken up assuming it was somewhere around 0200hrs, my usual waking up time. But it was not. Fool! Folded the clothing into the bag and went back up to the apartment.
Then made a brew of tea and took the medications. Put the stuff away and got on the computer to get the diary updating done for yesterdays post. Went on the TFZer Facebooking duties, WP Reader. Made another brew of tea to replace the one I’d let go cold. Huh!
While waiting for the kettle boil, I leant out of the unliked view and light blocking new window in the kitchen to take a panoramic effort of a photograph of the night, er, morning now.
Not a lot to look at, is there? They are not stars in the picture, but, house and street lights.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Had a rinse, and made yet another decision (Oh, yes!). I’d get out to the Goose Fair later, to try and get a walk in, and some photographs of the stalls and rides for the TFZers on Facebook.
No good going out too early because there will be nobody much there. Too late, and it will be too crowded for me to get through. And, knowing my luck the pickpockets and or muggers might have a go at me. Haha!
My earlier aberration (Of instant decision making) came over me again. The cooked chicken legs I bought two of in error, is still a week in date, but a little too sweet for my taste, I’d been pondering over who might make the best use of it I can help out. Roy, well his better half, who has been struggling without complaint in looking after the old codger since he got out of the hospital and started his recovery, I thought. Might just save the gal from having to go out to get some fodder, I hope. I also hoped that they could make use of them.
So, I got the ablutions tended to and on my way out, I went up to the next floor with everything I needed for the trip out and the chicken legs and called at Roy’s flat. The Lady of the House answered the door. I explained about my getting two packs of the chicken on offer, and wondered if they could use it. I was tickled pink when the Madam of the House accepted and thanked me. I wished her and Roy all the best and toddled off and down and out onto Chestnut Way, feeling good that I could help for once.
It was bit murky out there this morning, but not as cold as the weather forecaster on the radio indicated when I had my shower.
In a good mood now, I ambled on along the road. Passing 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, and threw a wave and smile at Wardens Deana and Julie through the window.
I stood a while on the corner, watching wood pigeons in the trees and bushes.
Then set off on my mini-little-hobble.
Down the Winchester Street Hill and onto Mansfield Road, over the hill and down into Carrington.
At the junction traffic lights, a young Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was initially doing wheelies as he sped down the hill, then mounted the pavement, then back onto the road as the light changed to red. Of course, this didn’t interest him at all, and I caught him on camera cycling over, nearly hitting a lady with her child in a pram, then he began to so wheelies again. He seemed to be a high of some sort, I think he was shouting or singing as well? He was a big lad, I hope he grows up mentally too. The meshuggeneh!
As I got into Carrington and near the doctors’ surgery, I was surprised by the lack of traffic on Mansfield Road.
I got into the reception and asked the lady behind the counter (the one on the reception was on the phone) if she could help me sort out my appointments.
There followed a farce of Faulty Towers merit:
Moi: You booked me in for a changed appointment for INR blood Test next Tuesday, to Monday at 0900hr...
Receptionist: “Yes!”
Moi: Well, I got the Anticoagulation Results, telling me my next appointment is for 30th October?”
Receptionist: “I’ll check for you…” Five minutes later… Receptionist: “This is not for your INR Warfarin, it’s for your CHC/D test, Mr Chambers.”
Moi: “I thought I had that a week or so ago with Nurse Ann?
Receptionist: “I’ll check for you…” “Ah, you need to retake it Mr Chambers, and some extra tests at the hospital, the last test showed up some concerns, that’s why we have to get it done urgently.”
Moi: Will I need to fast 12 hours before and bring a sample this time, please?
Receptionist: “I’ll check for you…” “Yes!”
Moi: Can I have a sample bottle please, and book in an appointment for the Warfarin blood test, on the 30th?
Receptionist: “We’ll see you on Tuesday next then.”
I didn’t realise until much later that she said Tuesday and not Monday? At least, I think she did? I never got a sample bottle either. I left and carried on walking along on the way to the Goose Fair on the Forest.
Flummoxed, brain-scrambled and confused, I nearly walked off the edge of the gutter into the road.
I think I’ve got things wrong and muddled somewhere along the line? Klutz! I’m sure that I am to blame!
When I got to Gregory Boulevard, I spotted that this year they had given model Goose on the traffic island a blue jacket. To keep him warm, perhaps? Hehe!
I hobbled up the hill and over the pelican lights into a Forest Recreation Ground and Goose Fair, that did not have a single stall or amusement ride open.
It all came back to me then. I’d made another mess over timings! Schlemiel!
I had a wander around, getting dirty looks from the staff and owners of the amusements when I got the camera out. So I only took this one shot of ‘Spooky Towers’.
I presumed this was a take on the old Ghost Train?
I wandered out and up the hill and caught a tram a few stops to the University. The tram was almost full to capacity.
With this ignorant young man sat on the outside of the disabled seats blocking anyone sitting next to him as people stood all around him. I despair of people nowadays!
I dropped off of the tram and walked along Shakespeare Street to Mansfield Road/Milton Street traffic light.
This ‘Nasty’ Nottinghamian cyclist passed me by from behind, shouting something and swearing I think with it. He was within inches of hitting me, then he carried on right up Milton Street weaving between the pedestrians. A naughty young Nudnik!
I went into the Tesco store and came out with Surimi Sticks, a Pork Knuckle joint and a loaf of sliced crustless wholemeal bread. Paid the lady and out onto Milton Street to walk to the L9 bus stop.
When I got out into the fresh air, Milton Street looked very eerie and unreal to me!
No traffic and few Nottinghamians in sight.
I walked up through the Trinity Walk and stopped at a second-hand jewellery shop, and I think, Pawnbrokers.
To take some photographs for the TFZer gals to take their fancy of. Hehehe!
Amethyst, the birthstone of February, I think.
I hobbled into the Slab Square and took this picture of the Gay-Abandoned happy, merry, cheerful Nottinghamians coming out from and going down into Exchange Walk.
Up Queen Street to wait for the bus, on which I must have nodded-off eight or so times en route. Tsk!
There were two other tenants on the bus, neither of which chose to wake me up when we arrived at the flats. Hehehe! Luckily the jerking when the bis pulled up woke me, I did feel a clot!
A resident of Woodthorpe and I tackled the challenge of walking on the road back to our domicile.
The gal walking in front, by gum, she can’t half move, pointed out to me that the Woodthorpe Block had had its naming board finished while we were out.
I took this photograph. Notts County colours on the sign, I noticed.
I hastened to the apartment and took a short-sharp wee-wee. (One of many that followed, Huh!)
Got the meal part sorted. Mushrooms and green beans in the same saucepan with a little balsamic vinegar.
Health Checks were done.
Updated this diary a little.
Got the meal served up.
Can you see what’s on my plate here? Can you identify everything in this picture? Hehe!
A Flavour-Rating of only 6.5/10 for this one I’m afraid. No idea what I did wrong, but, The Lithuanian made Tesco surimi sticks tasted right foul and bitter, and undercooked the green beans by a long way! The Morrison apples were soft and mushy. The shitake mushrooms were tough-textured.
Settled down after the 23 hour, up and about day.
The usual performance with the TV watching. Or rather not watching due to my nodding-off. Haha!
