Thursday 4th October 2018

Norwegian: Torsdag 4 Oktober 2018

0115hrs: I woke, and activation mode was adopted almost instantly. Most pleased to report that the sharp electric-shock-like lower back pains seemed to have eased off a lot in degree, and are now only sharp trapped-nerve-like pains. Humph!

As I dismounted the working again £300 second-hand recliner, I selected to go on an ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles assessment patrol. Pot to collect any dead ones in, and a can of ‘Raid’ Ant & Cockroach killer spray at hand.

The final (Body Count) result, after investigating the wet room, kitchen and spare room, was many dozens of dead corpses and just three live evil ironclads Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.

I collated them in a pot I save for this specific task, ready for their final burial and trip to the landfill site. Naturally, I said a few silent words in panegyric form, a sort of eulogy, for the little beasts who are slowly getting some admiration from me. For the fearlessness and persistence shown in their illegal invasion, and so many of them cunningly surviving to bite again, despite all I can throw at them.

I have to admire them for their attack, requisitioning and occupation of every crack and hole left in the plastering up of the new unwanted light and view-blocking windows in the apartment. And, boy, can they breed! Hehe!

I had to try several times to get the sphygmomanometer to work, to do the Health Checks. Ended up changing the batteries. Although those in the machine were not that old? The hemadynamometer would still not operate. I put the old batteries back in and hey-presto, it worked?

The readings were similar to what the previous ones this week, but the HP and weight remain so high.

This was when I got up to make a brew and noticed the half-empty tub of cheese biscuits down the side of the Ottoman. Nocturnal nibbling Again! Feeling penitential and inwardly shamefaced, I mutely muttered a few indecorous words to and about myself! Eizel!

I took the morning medications and made the brew.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Messy again!

Got the Wednesday post finished and on to WordPress. (2.5 hours)

I went on the WordPress Reader page. Some good stuff on there this morning.

All ready for another mug of tea, I trotted (limped) off to the kitchen.

I realised that earlier when I made the last brew, I’d left the dang hot water tap (faucet) running! No hot water available now, Humph! What a Shmo!

As I returned from the kitchen, I was surprised to see that the dang ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting bay beetles had reappeared from the cracks in the floor tiling and under the door stop!

Tenacious or what?

You have to give them credit; they just seem to be sending their ankle-snappers out to get killed first. Tsk!

Had a go on doing a bit of TFZer Facebooking, then got the ablutions done. No shower of course (only 0400hrs) I don’t want to disturb my neighbours.

Sorted the nibble box out, and got the Morrison empty bags out ready for the delivery to arrive (0600hrs > 0700hrs).

Did some searching for missing words to replace in the new Personal Word dictionary, for the one that mysteriously disappeared from the computer after the last MS Windows Update arrived.

0738hrs: Mr Morrison came, not so much bought this week.

Then, I attempted a wider-panoramic photo effort from the Kitchen window.

Not too bad a try, I thought. Not up to Tim Price’s quality of course (My photographicalising hero).

I spotted two of the Willmott Dixon lads coming along the road and took a photo of them. Later on, I added the young lady to the graphic, for a bit of fun.

I got the nibble box, and raffle prizes sorted to take with me to the Winwood Social Hour at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, telling Inchcock off Zone, things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from. Somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, and Tenants Socialisation shed.

Dropped the black bags down the chute as I left, and down and out into the nippy dim morning.

Not many folks around out there at this moment?

Ah, I bet it is tea-break time, perhaps?

But, no, further along, I bumped into Ian Incharge, and Paulius Plonk-Brewer (hyphenated, the plant driver, nice chaps), and they came up with an idea for a graphic for me to do of Paulius Plonk-Brewer (hyphenated) later.

I poddled to the Social Hour. Got some tickets, put the prizes on the trolley and went round with the nibble-box, having some great chinwags, laughs and gossips on the way. Jenny, Cyndy, Margaret, Frank etc. all seemed to be in fine form. BJ, Bill, William, Doreen and all the folks sounded in good spirits.

I was indeed having a good time.

Unfortunately, it all came to an abrupt, embarrassing end. I sensed the wet warm sensation suddenly, from Harold’s Haemmorhoids.

I had to offer a quick cheerio to the clan, and get back to the flat post-haste, to clean things up. I don’t think I’ve scurried along so fast in a long time. Humph!

I foolishy stopped to take a photo of Woodthorpe Court building as I approached it.

Calamitously, I found when I got inside, that the bleeding was much worse than I thought. What a picklement I got myself into. What a Shlimazel! It took me ages to get things sorted out, but I got there in the end. I got stripped and under the shower and cleaned up. Obviously, the PPs needed changing. I had to throw the trousers away and adorn another pair. If only I had not stopped to take that photograph, Humph! I might have made it to the wetroom just in time to avoid such a regrettable incident, the mess and the accompanying stigma and ignominy.

I felt a bit better after I was all cleansed and redressed.

I went on CorelDraw to do the humorous doctorisationing of the photo of Plant Perambulator Paulius Plonk-Brewer (hyphenated). Hehehe! Hope he likes it.

Got on with updating this post, until the tiredness arrived.

I received a call from the surgery receptionist. Who did not give me the new doses for the Warfarin, or the test result, but got me to change my appointment day from Tuesday 9th October at 0900hrs, to Monday 8th October same time. I agreed and thanked her. Then I wrote the modified the date on a card and stuck it on the TV screen, and altered the Google Calendar.

This got me thinking, and I realised I had not had the Anticoagulation Therapy Result Card yet either. So I popped to the door and found the card on the carpet.

Most confusing – the Next Test Date on the Anticoagulant Service result sheet was given as 30 October? Feeling all ferdrayt now!

Got the nosh sorted.

Mini-waffles, vegetarian sausage and a bean stew of sorts, with tomato passata. Brown thins, apple, Lemon dessert, and clementine juice. Not one of my better vittles tastewise, but I at it all up.

A 6.5/10 Flavour-Rating is the best I could give it.

Did the Health Checks.

As I pulled the curtains to, I noticed I had now got rain spots and bird feathers inside the pod. I think the boards might warp with the rain getting in too.

I’m not looking forward to cleaning the bay windows when I can get out onto the pod (Balcony). There is over a years-worth of bird-poo, dead insects, spilt plaster and building debris, grot, detritus and gubbins to get off of the already scratched glass. Tsk!

Sleep came almost instantly as I settled into the £300 second-hand recliner to watch the A-Team on the telly.

Wednesday 3rd October 2018

Esperanto: Merkredo 3a de Oktobro 2018

0015hrs: As I stirred into mock-life, my mind was bearing habromanical thoughts. Possibly, derivating from a nocturnal dream? For several moments I feard nothing and felt I was the man, and could cope with anything… Of course, this didn’t last long. I soon found myself back in my regular agitated, fault-finding, self-loathing, snivelling unconfident, querulous, insecure, fretful mode. Whimp!

The brain decided that I must first make a sit-rep about the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting Beetle attack forces situation. This rare decision must have been prompted by my high EQ – for after doing a perambulation and assessment of the Weevils contamination, it was not good news. Well, I suppose it was good news that I found many dead carcases, seeing so many live ones was not good.

Maybe it was the bending or what, I don’t know, but shooting electric-shock-like pains in the lower back have been with me ever since. What a schlemiel!

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I wonder if I should just surrender and let them take over? I emptied two more cans of killer spray, one Rentokil and one Raid. I’ll have to get some more again soon.

I felt slightly despondent, at the increase in the numbers of the Boll-Weevils. All the early signs of the habromania evaporated, vanished and banished, to be replaced with a sense of failure and inadequacy. This was not good!

I got on with the Health Checks.

This didn’t do my confidence any good either. The BP still high and the weight; despite my taking two good long hobbles over the last few days, was also up again. The arms and legs have gone all thin and chicken-like, the stomach all bloated! But, I realise with the ailments I cope with, I should be glad to still be here at all, and able to battle the Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting Beetle illegal immigrants attack forces, daily.

Got on the computer, and finished off the Tuesday Diary and got it posted. (Three-hour job!)

Then, I worked on the TFZer Facebook page and added many photographs to the albums.

Took the morning medications and off to the Porcelain Throne. At this point, you can be aware that I had short-sharp wee-wees throughout my time in the flat, three an hour I think it worked out as. Humph!

The Throne session was again swift, messy and liquified.

Got around to starting this blog, then went on to the WordPress Reader.

I put some of the mini potatoes in the crock-pot on a low light. Planning that when I get back, I can drain them, spray them with sunflower oil and roast them to have as part of my nosh. Best pain plans? We’ll see. Hehe!

Started the ablutions. A stand-up session again, with it being a bit early. All went well, only one tiny cut shaving.

I took the black bags to the waste chute. Then back to the flat and collected chilled lamb hock in mint gravy cook-in-the-bag meal, to take up and offer dear Jenny. It was a little too sweet for my tastes). Took the recycle bag with me, as I intend to go out after visiting Jenny and Frank. Then to go 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, to wait for the bus.

Jenny showed me inside and offered to let me take photographs from her kitchen window of the extra-care Unit building progress and Winchester Court. That was nice of her. I’ll take her up on that, bless her. I thanked her and made my way down in the lift and out onto Chestnut Way.

Not so sunny today, but we’ve done well weather-wise, so no complaints from me.

Took a photograph of all three Courts. And off to the waiting hut.

Within minutes the shed had filled up with tenants. Sheila, Lynne, Penny, Roy’s better-half, Paul, Welsh William and a few others.

I went outside so that I could let them know when the Bestwood bound bus L9 bus arrived.

I sat with the delightful wife of Roy. (I wish I could remember names! Tsk!)

I let them know when the bus arrived. Everyone got off in Sherwood, leaving me to have a go at my crossword book on the way to Arnold. I got off and walked hastily to the Fulton Foods store, where I was overcharged for the nibble box things I bought. Humph! Didn’t notice it at the time. I also got some the bags of  6 tiny flavoured pork scratchings, salt & vinegar, BBQ and maple seasoned. I will eat some of the salt and vinegar ones with my meals, the rest can go into the nibble box.

I forgot all about getting some milk, though. Klutz!

Back up to High Street and waited for the L9 to arrive. I wish I’d remembered the milk!

I noticed that the automatic, Asda Walmart filling station across the road from the bus shelter had three customers.

Never seen it so busy. 

The lower-back stabbing pains were getting more frequent and painful now. Huh!

The sky clouds suddenly darkened and I thought we might be in for a bit of a sudden storm.

But no! Withing few minutes it had lightened up again as the storm cloud belted on at the high rate of knots to the South?

The bus arrived, and we were soon back at the flats.

I managed a few quick exchanges of words with Cyndy, Val, Bill and a few other residents as they got on the bus I’d just alighted from.

The Willmott Dixon lads were noticeable by their absence this lunchtime.

I took a panorama shot of the whole of the Winwood Heights buildings. The caretaker is walking away using the safe route as you can see. I followed suit on my way back to the apartment, and more crucially the WC in there. Hehe!

I noticed some new generators, I think, judging by the noise emanating from one of them, on the verge. Making less room for residents to park. That’ll cheer some car owner up, I’m sure!

I got in and up to the wet room and had my wee-wee. (Ahh!)

I got the things bought into the nibble box room. Taking out a packet of the BBW flavoured scratchings for me to have with the nosh later. Drained the potatoes ready to go in the oven.

Then took this photograph on the left of the new generator (Far left I assume) and cabins. A sign said Site Security?

Pressed on with updating this post up to here. Two hours.

Sister Jane rang me for a natter. That was nice! I can’t recall her telling me off about anything either, That was super! Hehehe! Oh, yes she did, just the one thing though. Had to cut the gossip short to go for a wee-wee. I didn’t make it in time! Shame! Cleaned up and changed PPs.

Got the mini-potatoes from the crock-pot and into the tray and sprayed them and got them cooking in the oven.

I didn’t eat it all by a long chalk. The pork and potatoes were fine.

8.2/10 Flavour Rating given.

Tired as I felt, it took me ages to nod-off properly tonight.

 

Monday 1st October 2018

Sudanese: Senén 1st Oktober 2018

1155hrs: I sprang awake this morning (Well, evening, Haha!) rather than just woke up. Mentally that is, not physically. Although a hint of melancholia was in there somewhere. How life’s ackamarackus, failures and trials had got me to this stage, this age, if you like, led the brain on a sinuous thought and time-travelling meandering session, that only led me to further unnerving psychogenic discomforture. No resolutions or understandings were gleaned, of course. The more the mind pondered, the more scepticism and disorientation I felt.

Then, by good fortune, I knocked over the bottle of clementine juice from the Ottoman, as I began to raise my over-abundant torso from the £300 second-hand recliner. Thus, freeing my mind of the throng, the myriad of deep thoughts. The bottle rolled along the carpet and knocked over the hand-hoover and its charging base. Back to reality! Thank heavens the cap was still screwed shut on the bottle!

As I escaped the recliner and started to sort out the mess I’d made, another bit of good news was identified – there were no signs of any nocturnal nibbling anywhere in the room.

I made my way for a short-sharp-stinging wee-wee. Washed the hands and noticed several dead, asylum seeking, immigrant bloodsucking Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black beetles bodies on the wet room floor. So I sprayed some more of the ‘Raid’ bug killer around.

Then, I needed another short-sharp-stinging wee-wee. Oh, dear!

To the kitchen and got the Health Check things ready. But this task had a wait, for the morning call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Not such a messy affair this morning.

Completed the Health Checks and made up last weeks record.

The weight was up again last week and this morning for that matter. Grumph!

I made a pungent brew of Assam tea, took the medications and got the computer going. The internet was not too slow this morning.

Got on with completing the Sunday Post and got it sent off to WordPress. I went on the WP Reader for a while.

Then made a start on this blog.

On to the TFZer Facebook, to post some photographs and peruse the page.

On to CorelDrawing.

Made a graphic of Willmott Dixon’s Incharge Ian for a bit of fun. Hope he gets a laugh and likes it. 

Ablutions all done, and I set out on a Marathonish mini-hobble to Arnold.

Limping up the newly sanded old gravel hill to Woodthorpe Grange Park, my poor beloved Tree-Copse was looking very sad and dilapidated, neglected and untended.

But, a few of the canines were taking their owners on the field for a game of ‘fetch the ball’ Haha!

The trip had more Pavement Cyclist incidents than ever before. I’ve collated them here for you to see the naughty Nottingham Pavement Cyclists. There were many more that I could not get to photograph in time, too!

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I wouldn’t mind if the cyclists were aware of elderly, sight and hearing impaired people. They come too close and make folks jump. None of them seems to have a bell or horn either. Never mind, live and let live without fear… which I wish they would let others do!

A bit of a nip was in the air this morning.

I plodded on and arrived in Daybrook, and into the Arnot Hill Park to the duck pond.

Not a single pigeon there this morning. Perhaps the   Columbidae Columbiformes Columbimorphae Aves are late risers?

After having a chinwag with the birds, (They didn’t answer me, not one the even quake at me?)

I left via the top gate, taking this photo as I did so.

Caught the cold sun glinting against the water.

I pressed on.

When I arrived in Arnold, the rush hour traffic was starting to build up a bit.

It goes to show how quickly it gets lighter in a morning now, most of the vehicles still had their lights on.

What a shame, there were three more retail shops closed down now from last weeks visit.

Sadly, the gents clothiers I often but from, Greenwoods, was one of them.

No more bargain-priced clothing for me then, Humph!

I called in the Fulton Foods shop. I got a pack of six mini bags of Pork Scratchings. (one for me to try, and five to go in the Social Hour nibble box). And some just out of date Golden Wonder Chippie Curry flavoured chipsticks.

Then hobbled (Feet now beginning to sting) to the Asda Walmart store and had a good wander around. I bought a bit of stuff, well, a lot of things. I found they were selling some Cheese Thins Biscuits with pickle flavour and could not resist trying some. Rice cakes BBQ and Salt & Vinegar flavours. Nibbles for the box, potatoes, green beans, bitter lemon and orange yoghourt and a sliced cob of Coburg bread (Never seen these before) A bit risky trying the Asda bakery made bread, their sourdough and bloomer loaves I found to be both tasteless.

I used the self-serve check-outs. I had to get assistance three times! The first time, on the first swipe, I had to wait eight minutes, (Yes, I had my new second-hand £2 wristwatch on, Haha!) and then had to signal to the assistant-lady to point out the flashing red light above the machine. I did feel a fool, I’d put the basket of shopping on the wrong side of the till! Klutz! I have no idea what went wrong on the other two occasions. But I got a look from the woman that said “Oh, the old fool!” both times. Hehe!

I paid and went to the photo booth thingy. Got the SD card in, was picking out those I wanted to print, and the machine told me it needed a service and was unavailable. Tsk!

Out with the two bags of shopping, to catch the L9 bus back to the flats.

The Daybrook Church looked nice against the blue skies background as we passed it on the bus.

When we got to Sherwood, a neighbour, Brian or Bert, I think got on. He gave me a nod in response to my cheery “Hello, you alright, mate?” as he passed by to get seated.

I was well tired out, and in urgent need of a wee-wee by the time we arrived back on Chestnut Way, at the complex.

Got in and had another short-sharp-wee-wee.

Set about getting the meal ready.

Put some seasoned sliced potatoes in the oven, and made some buttered Coburg bread sandwiches with slices of pork knuckle and herbs. On the plate with the spuds, tomatoes, sliced apple, a few BBQ flavoured pork scratchings.

I have to say, the Asda (Walmart) Coburg bread, was delicious! As was the Lurpak soft spreadable butter and pork knuckle within it! A definitely worthy 9.45/10 for Flavour-Rating for this effort!

As I went to the kitchen to wash the things up, I spotted:

This time the immigrant bloodsucking evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black beetles bodies were of a more mature kind, bigger! Most of them were dead, but a few somewhat even larger ones were still alive, and they very quickly shot off, to where, I don’t know where!

I then declared war on the beasts who attacked my apartment from the holes and cracks left from the plastering of the surrounding walls of the new windows. Unequivocally, a casus belli situation now!

I finished of three part-used cans of the Raid and Rentokil bug killer can, in all the infested rooms, which meant of course all of the rooms!

I got myself down to watch some TV. Why do I bother trying?

The nodding offs began almost immediately.

Then a longer one of about an hour.

More nod-offs varying between two and ten-minutes duration.

Then another one of about two hours. I woke, still feeling so tired, and went off for a short-sharp-wee-wee.

Had a drink of orange juice and drifted off again.

Woke at 0015hrs, and decided to get up. Tsk!

 

 

 

Saturday 29th September 2018

Dutch: Zaterdag 29 September 2018

0100hrs: Woke up, the mind almost alert straight away, but uninterested in anything at that time, other than to get the two graphics I started yesterday finished off? No meandering off on complex subjects or galimatias this morning.

Getting my heavy but wobbly body free of the £300 second-hand recliner seemed to take little effort. Off to the kitchen, and got the Health Checks done.

Started the computer, to finish off the two outstanding graphics for the diary headers…

Come to think of it, their CEO, Michael T Fries, does look like a Mafia Boss, doesn’t he?

I did the last two graphics updated on CorelDraw.

The internet stuttering eased off, and I pressed on with finalising the Friday post and got it sent off to WordPress.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Once again a messy affair. Tsk!

Not so many Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles around at the moment. Good!

Got my first mug of tea of the day, and started this post off.

Took this photo from the kitchen window.

Then, concentrated on getting the drafts made up.

Five an a bit hours later… I got them finished! Phew!

Prepped some bags for the chute, and made up a large recycling bag to go down with me when I leave. (But I never did leave)

Got mushrooms sliced and in the crock-pot on a low setting.

Back on the computer.

After 0630hrs, I leant out of the kitchen window to take these photographic efforts.

The one on the left here was taken blind, upwards to show the new balcony pods with their multiple thick bars that block out the light and view.

Then on the right, another blind shot down towards Chestnut Way below.

The reason they were both handicapped in being taken? The new windows with the sticking out ledge means I cannot see below, as the opening in the window is much higher than the old one. Which were heaven for any budding photographer.

One heck of session of at least six hours or more was spent on the Diary-Top-Graphic creating. So glad I got it done, but the concentration seemed to take a lot out of me.

Did the Health Checks and had a sit-down in the £300 second-hand recliner, and had an iced lolly and took the medications.

As for what occurred then, I think I must have slept a lot, for few memories remain until I was eating a right odd mess of a meal?

It felt like I was in a dream or something. Or, fell asleep?

I suppose I could have had a blank period.

Not much of the meal was eaten. I consumed half of the pork pie contents, a few slices of mushroom, two tomatoes and a third of the rye bread slice. I threw the rest away. I was just not hungry. My having nibbled during a memory-blank or not, I don’t know.

When I took the things into the kitchen, I did find the biscuit container with suspiciously, few bikkies in it? Haha!

Got settled to watch some TV, and the nodding-offs and waking ups started repetitively.

Friday 28th September 2018

Maori: Rāmere 28 o Hepetema 2018

0025hrs: The mind was in no mood for its independent ramblings this morning. In fact, it wasn’t interested in anything much at all. The time lapse twixt my body informing the brain that activation of the limbs was required, to avoid any delay and accifauxpas, and to enable a safe passage to the WC for a wee-wee, was an extraordinarily lengthy one.

Then it was a lack-lustre response. The extraction of the flabby, yet bulky body-mass from the £300 second-hand, now-working-again rickety recliner, was carried-out in almost slow-motion. I found myself hobbling in no hurry to the closet. Another short-sharp wee-wee washed my dandies and strolled (with a limp) into the kitchen to do the Health Checks, etc. I’d just taken the medications, and had to return to the wetroom with a little more haste on this occasion to make use of the Porcelain Throne.

 Some distemperature from the evacuation this morning, despite being a fluidish one, the steam rose from the bowl and made me jump! I wondered for a moment what the heck I’d passed, and would it set the fire alarm off? Hehe! A touch of otalgia in both earholes as well? At least these unusual happening had brought the mind back into operation. Note, I didn’t say successfully or efficiently, though.

Back to the kitchen and did the Health Checks. Some results were still a little high for my liking.

I had a sudden brainwave. I’ll get the laundry done, being as I forgot to do it yesterday. This could happen to anyone, Huh!

As I collected the laundry bag and necessary accoutrements together in the spare room… Argh! Some of the larger Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles were up on the wall! I sidetracked the laundry duties for a while and set about covering the place with the Flea-Killer and Raid ant and cockroach killer sprays.

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Plenty of live ones today as well! All of the adult ones were lively.

I got myself down with the laundry things.

Started the washer and went back up to the apartment.

Where I made a start on updating the Thursday post. I only made a start on the photograph sorting, and it was time to go back down to move the washing to the dryer.

By gum, the dryer needed a bit of defluffing doing before I could use it. Got it going and back up to the flat. One of the elevators had gone off while I was in the laundry room?

Upstairs, I continued with the updating on WordPress.

Got Thursdays finalised and posted off, and time to go down again.

I cleaned the dryer after folding and getting the items into the green laundry bag.

I noticed a new poster on the board as I went back.

I’d like to thank the team leaving for their help and support for all of the tenants. Especially Jenny.

Back up to the dwelling, and got the clobber put away.

As I began working on this mornings blog, I nipped on to Facebook to put the sorted photographs from yesterday onto the TFZ site.

I don’t know if it was Facebook or Virgin Media that slowed me down, but it was very frustrating. This lasted for an hour or so.

I must say, it is nice to have a watch to check on without searching out the clock or using the computer. The watch is ultra light and is transparent to read.

We’ll how long it lasts. Even if it isn’t for long, at this ridiculously low price of £2, I can’t moan.

I had a peep at the ‘Whateveritis’ thingamabob on my lower left leg that had appeared on Wednesday.

I must say it has been coming along nicely over the past three days. Hehehe!

It does not hurt at all, nor itch? Even the odd time I catch it against something or other, there is barely any stinging or hurting at all.

I remain curious about this, er, erm, a growth I suppose you could call it?.

As I sat here typing away, an extremely pungent resinous-like acrid chemical smell permeated the flat.

Off I went to investigate the source or cause of this sudden stink.

I poddled into the kitchen, and all became clear, well, clearish to me.

There outside were two workers, both wearing balaclavas, due to the cold wind they said told me later on.

The lads had removed the plastic covering against the window outside.

They were in the process of removing all of the gunk and bird poo, and paint at the same time, from the ridiculously broad sticking out window ledge.

The unwanted view and light-blocking windows looked like they were finished now. The ledge looks a little tatty now; it still blocks my taking any photographs, or viewing straight down any more. So, no being able to view down and check for any signs of a fire in the event of a Fire Alarm Activation anymore.

The lock cables no hang down and interfere with anything I keep on the sill. Not my favourite part of the upgrade work, these windows, and the horrible balconies. 

The smell must have come whatever they were using to rid the unwanted and hated ledge of the build-up of crap that had accrued.

Well, spirited lads, they were. I slipped them a nibble to help warm them up in their high-rise cage.

I got some potatoes into the crock-pot on medium heat. And mushrooms sliced and in a saucepan with balsamic vinegar and water on a low light.

Then I got the camera out to take some shots out of the window.

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It was nice to be able to take some scenic shots gain, even with the new unwanted view and light blocking new windows in place.

Time to get some page (Diary) top graphics done in advance. A slow job, but I do enjoy doing them. When, Liberty-Global Virgin Media is not playing up, anyway.

The Health Checks were done.

Well gone nosh time before I got them very nearly done. Just two to finish off in the morning. Then to get the drafts started.

Got the nosh sorted out. Mild chilli-con-carne, roast spuds with trimmings.

A worthy 8.9/10 in the taste-flavour ratings.

Very late for me now, the weariness dawned and I got a Steven Seagal film, ‘Today you Die’ DVD on to watch. I’d forgotten how bad it was. Hehe!

Sweet Morphius arrived.

Wednesday 26th September 2018

Uzbek: 26-Sentyabr, Chorshanba

0100hrs: The brain had an argle-bargle with me on waking up. It took its own course and topics to confuse me over. Why it bothered beats me, by the time the voice had moved to another subject, or theoretical problem or fear, I’d forgotten the previous one anyway!

There was definitely a berserkishness, and concerning neurasthenia lingering within these semi-hysteria ridden thoughts.

• Was the mind declaring a unilateral declaration of independence from me?
• Was I going paranoidal, schizoid or plain loony?
  
• Does it matter?

The need for a wee-wee stopped me worrying about the brain, as I extracted my overly abundant body from the £300 second-hand recliner and made my way to the toilet. Where the urinalisational movement was very reluctant to flow this morning. I got myself seated and read the ‘Catastrophy’ book, a magisterial chronicle of the calamity that crippled Europe in 1914. I’m on page 80 now, and the war has not started for France or Britain yet. Although the Russians, Croats, and Germans had begun full mobilisation. Fascinating reading of the diplomatic failures that could have stopped the war with France and Britain anyway, the Russia v Germany war was not stoppable it seems.

At long last, the liquid reluctantly flowed. I must mention this to the nurse at today’s Warfarin blood test.

I carried out an evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol. Fewer bodies were found than previously. Kitchen 9, spare room 12, wet room 8 and front room around the new ill-fitting window sealant mostly, 18 carcasses. Only 3 live weevils, they were in the spare room. Just the one adult was found alive in the kitchen.

Back to the kitchen and got the Health Checks sorted. Shame about the weight still going up.

Back to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. A messy session, but no worse than yesterday’s evacuation.

Got the computer on to update and finish off the Tuesday post.

It took me three and a half hours.

Then I made a start on this one.

Ablutions sorted out, bags to the waste chute and all ready to depart off fro the flu-jab and search for some soft pastry lemon cream slices.

As you can see, I was down on the ground floor by 0843hrs, by the Nottingham City Homes electronic signboard.

Outside and dropped the yoghourt glass in the recycling bin.

I bade good morning to a few of the Willmott-Dixon lads as I walked along Chestnut Way.

The weather was so lovely today. The sunshine was infinitely variable and this boded well for my getting some decent photographicalisationing done, I thought.

I turned to take a photo pointing out the busy site with lorries, cars, delivery vans and plant machinery everywhere one looked.

But, a piece of plant machinery arrived and blocked the view.

Oddly, I did not see any other tenants of either Winchester or Woodthorpe Court whatsoever.

A delivery lorry was parked on the corner of Chestnut Way and Winchester Street (The driver had no other option but to park there), left me with the choice of walking into the road or over the grass verge.

I took the verge, and was glad I did, too! A small black car came belting up the road at great speed as I hobbled over the grass.

I spotted a private plane and got the camera out, but it was long gone by the time I was ready with it. I still took this shop, and it set the old mind wandering instantly as I viewed it through the view-finder.

A vague, nothingness, innocuous sort of picture, but it set-off the memories and thoughts:

• I was so glad I no longer had fencing to upkeep and creosote!
• The TV ariel on the chimney brought back bad memories and gladness that they were over now, of an incident years ago.
• The clouds and skies were so beautiful.
• Ah, no more roof tile patching-up for me nowadays!
• And, where did that plane get to? Hehe!

I pressed on down the hill and onto Mansfield Road and called in the Continental Food Store in search of some lemon cream cake squares. But they had none in again. I could have got, cranberry, banana or other unwanted or liked flavours, though. Tsk!

Out on to the main road again, and up the hill towards Carrington.

The traffic was building up. Not surprising of course, it was rush-hour time.

The Rat-Runners can be seen sneaking out into the line of vehicles.

There was an absence of Anne Gyna this morning, which confused me a bit. She nearly always gives me grief on the inclines, but not today?

Further up the hill, a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist had stopped to answer or make a call on his mobile phone.

I arrived at the Sherrington Park Medical Practise, to find some tension in the air.

It was the pensioners’ flu-jab day, and this is always a panicky one for the nurses and staff, very busy. With problems being caused by we old ones, who come on a wrong day, at the wrong time or do not turn up at all.

Nurse Ann came for me later, and the pressure on her was evident to me EQ. She asked how I was, I said fine, thank you, and the needle went in, with a warning I may feel dizzy or tired for a few hours… Which tickled me, because without the injection I was already bound to feel dizzy and tired, I always am. Hehehe!

I thanked her and left, and foolishly went to the Lidl store to get the much-needed milk. I came out with the milk… and orange juice, more nibbles for the box, orange & lemon spring water, German Rye bread, cooking spray, cheese twists, cheese thins, tomatoes, two Scottish cobs and a lemon cheesecake! And I have an order coming from Morrisons in the morning. What a Klutz!

With two heavy bags full unneeded fodder apart from the milk, I made my way to the bus stop and caught a lift into Sherwood. I had 40 minutes to kill before a bus back up the hill was due. So, I had a wander around the shops. Not buying anything, luckily the bags were both full and too heavy to take anything else. Haha!

As I limped wearily up towards the hill to the bus shelter, a doggie-altercation was watched.

A street beggar, who had cunningly positioned himself between the Wilko store and the Mind Charity shop with his black dog with the red coat on, was as usual on his mobile phone with the animal between his legs. As a black dog and the white one passed by, the street beggars dog launched himself at the other two. He was in a super aggressive mode alright. The other two barked back but were wise enough not to get too close as they did so. The man restrained his nasty dog. It was all over apart from the barking in a minute or so.

The white dog, I have often given a bit of fuss to as I passed him by. A lady, who I thought might have been associated with the street scrounger, cause she calmed down their dog.

Up to the bus stop and got the bags on the floor and I sat down, something I do not usually do, in case it irritates the haemorrhoids, but today I was super tired after carrying the bags full of unwanted fodder.

I took a photograph down the hill. It shows on the left, the alcoholic resident’s favourite shop in Sherwood, the Bargain Booze outlet. Hehe!

Doreen from the flat arrived, I got up to give her my seat, and we had a little natter.

The bus arrived, and we were soon back at our newly named Winwood Heights Village.

AS we got off, I had a quick few words with the residents who were at the stop. Cindy, Mae, Bill (William on Sundays), and Brenda amongst them.

I wearily made my way back to the flat. So tired-out, poor old thing!

Got the Health Checks done. Took the medications, and went for a rinse and change into the jammy bottoms.

I spotted, what at first, I thought was a sizeable evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle that had buried itself in my leg!

No idea what it is?

I did a ‘Raid’ spraying tour of the flat. All I found were dozens of smaller weevils, most of the dead. Only two larger ones found alive, but I got them captured and executed.

Got the nosh prepared. Buttered Scottish cobs, apple, chip sticks, cheese twist, tomatoes, roast belly pork slices and a clotted cream and raspberry swiss roll.

I’d served up far too much of course. However, I demolished the belly pork, cheese twist, Scottish cobs, and apples. The naughty clotted cream swiss roll, I ate only a third off and enjoyed it so much. Flavour rating of 9.45/10 given.

Last Health Checks and medication taking done.

I took a look at the Freeview options for tonight on the box… and fell asleep while doing so… Tsk!

Tuesday 25th September 2018

Danish: Tirsdag den 25 September 2018

0000hrs: A wee-wee was needed the instant I stirred into semi-life, and awaited the brain joining in with me.

My usual manoeuvering from the £300 second-hand archaic recliner had to be rechoreographed this morning. Due to the mechanicals and electricals, stopping mid-way through the lifting operation, with a disturbingly egregious scrunching sound, and the excessive amount of fluid in both legs. Tsk!

Comical would be the best word to describe my efforts at getting out and up on my feet. It was trial and error to a great degree. Finding out which would be the optimum manipulations to take to avoid the legs being bent the least took a while and few painful and abandoned routes tried. In need of a wee-wee forced me to rush the job, and caused a fair bit of hassle in the pain stakes. But, out and up, I did manage to get. It took me a while, and I got to the wet room in time for the five-second short-sharp wee-wee. Makes yer sick, dunnit!

I collected about ten weevil corpses from the wet room floor and one from the sink. No lives one seen.

Into the spare room, around twenty little weevils dead on the unwanted light and view limiting new window ledge. All tiny ones.

I took this photograph of the morning scene.

I checked the kitchen. Only about twelve dead baby weevils, and just one bigger live one on the on the unwanted light and view limiting new window ledge. He or she was too quick for me to catch.

Then, back into the front room to investigate the £300 second-hand recliner failure. Unbelievable as it sounds, I tried the buttons first, and it worked! I was flabbergasted!

I was sure I was pressing the right buttons earlier. Why the grinding noise? I repeatedly tried again, and it still worked everytime I tried? I searched for anything that might have got stuck inside or underneath, but found nothing, Ghosts? Aliens? Had I gone bonkers?

Then getting back up after delving into the works, on my knees, both patellas, the fluid-filled legs, Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis, and the elbow when I knocked against the arm of the chair, all combined to give me some more bother. I decided to take some extra painkillers when I take the medications.

A call to the Porcelain Throne arrived then. A loose, messy affair. I opted to take some Dia-Stop tablets as well.

At this point, the EQ told me this was going to be a day of anguish! Hehehe! I took the medications and then did the Health Checks.

Gawd heavens! This did not cheer me up at all. The Sys still up! The weight was even higher than ever!

Got the computer on, to find… I’m just having any good luck yet, am I?

I went on TFZer Facebooking. It took me hours to get the photographs on.

It wasn’t so slow on WordPress, though. I managed to get yesterdays blog updated and sent off, but it took me another two hours! Gone 0700hrs by the time I’d finished it! Grumph! What next I thought to myself. It didn’t take long for me to find out.

I made a much-needed brew of tea and didn’t check on the sell-by date or condition of the pasteurised milk contents.

Then, when I was searching for some individual pots of milk I thought I had, I spotted that a jar of tomato and bacon cooking sauce had also ‘Gone-Off’. Tsk!

I’ll have to go out today and get some more milk. Far too late to get the ablutions done and still catch the first bus now. I might as well get some other fodder in at the same time, make it a shopping trip. Oh, I’ve got to call at the bank sometime too.

I got the potatoes in the crockpot cooking on a low setting.

Went to get the ablutions sorted. Once again, a messy affair. I did get a few cuts under the chin when shaving, but they hardly bled at all. This was symptomatic to me that the INR level may be too high. So, tonight I will take a half-a-warfarin tablet less with my medications. I’m sure I’ll remember, Ahem!

I took the black bags to the chute, and went down with a bag of recyclable and dropped them at the caretaker’s door. I actually saw the caretaker this morning, on his phone of course, but he did respond to my “Good morning, you okay?”

The day looked surreal. Bright sunlight, shadows, not cold at all either.

Plenty of vehicular traffic, getting in a tangle with themselves and the drivers seemingly discussing who had the right of way. We pedestrians didn’t seem to get in their way as had to use the road as a footpath. But it is wise to try and keep your attention on the vehicles at all times. Tsk!

I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast 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 the only person there, apart from in the office, Brigadeführeress Warden Julie and a lady from Winchester Court talking. I just said a Good Morning and handed out the nibbles.

I took a seat in the big room and got my crossword book out. Margaret and hubby arrived, Big John, Penny, Doreen and several others over the next few minutes. Margaret helped me out with one of the crosswords I’ve been trying to finish for ages. We had a laugh or two, then out to the bus stop. Where a regiment of Winwood residents had ganged up waiting for the buses.

The Bestwood bound vehicle filled up with folks, and then emptied down the hill in Sherwood, leaving me all alone. Hehe!

I took this shot, with the old camera (Not sure why I’ve started using this old Sony again?) while the bus was manoeuvering across the ring-road traffic island.

The James Hunt style bus driver soon had me in Arnold. Dropping me off bruised from the dodgem-ride.

I poddled to the Wilko store, where I got three more of the Special Offer Priced Raid Bug Killer sprays, and a large cheap saucepan and lid. I can boil the bags of lamb shanks again now I’ve got a saucepan big enough! I burnt the last one. Humph!)

I paid the lady with vacant staring eyes, and out up Front Street and had a look in the Chambers butchers to see if they had any of their home-baked belly pork slices. Which they did, and I bought five slices. I have a weakness for this shops roasted sliced belly pork.

Coughed up the payment and out along the same road to the Iceland Store, avoiding several mobility-scooters and pavement cyclists and called at Iceland. Where I purchased lamb shanks and pork ribs, both with a good shelf life of a couple of weeks on them.

Got a bit of change from a tenner, too.

Then further along Front Street and into the Asda (Walmart) Supermarket. Got some goodies for the nibble-box refilling. Apples, Bic razors, seasoned potato slices, two mini lemon desserts, and cheese twists. PAid the lady the £15.11 and made my way through the car park to the bus stop on High Street.

I couldn’t resist taking a shot of these new signs put up by the Police.

I did not see a single Police Officer on my journeys all day. Still, I bet these signs will scare the pickpockets, the muggers and shoplifters! Humph! Incidentally, the signs had been vandalised and were flapping about in the wind.

Arriving at the bus shelter, I realised that I had a good while to wait. The three photographs I tried to take of the passengers in the queue, were refused to be recorded by the camera? Black screen with the small unreadable message in off-white on screen? I thought, well that’s the end of the Sony Cybershot, then. Sob!

The cheerless, irritable bus-jerking driver soon had us back at the flats. (Although most of us were nervous jibbering wrecks by then)

I thought of Jeremy Clarkson and his ‘Guest in a reasonably priced car’, for some reason as this vehicle belted along Chestnut Way?

Just as well, as Willmott Dixon’s ‘Eric Incharge’ appeared seconds later, guiding a large plant vehicle out of a gate from the Extra Care Build compound.

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By the time I had got inside the flat, I had realised that anything requiring concentration or effort was out of the questions for me now. I felt abruptly drained again, mentally and physically.

I had a shot-sharp wee-wee. Did the Health Checks and medication taking. Put the fodder and acquisitions away and got the oven on with the spare ribs cooking.

Eyes too big for the stomach again. Tsk!

The ribs I’d seasoned with Hoisin sauce, and were terribly messy to eat, but delicious!

I’d undercooked the green beans, the tomatoes were bland, overcooked the potatoes, the apple was bitter. The jar of lemon mousse had gone off!

On the brighter side, the fresh orange juice was pleasantly not too sweet and had a tang to it. The Lemon dessert I bought today at Asda, was so flavoursome! The aforementioned better bits of the meal meant I still gave a Taste-Rating 0f 8.5/10.

Put the things into the washing up bowl to soak and took a look to see if there was anything worth watching on the goggle-box. I fell asleep looking at the schedule for Freeview.

Woke and got the last Health Checks done, took the medications.

While doing this, I put the kettle on for a cuppa, and realised I had not got the one thing I went out for, milk!

Back in the recliner to watch some TV. I reckon I nodded off within minutes again. Zzzz!