Monday 24th September 2018
Greek: Δευτέρα 24 Σεπτεμβρίου 2018
0004hrs: 
Woke up, in need of a wee-wee. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and felt the crunching under my feet. Klutz! I was treading on and crushing some biscuits, my favourites too, Scottish Shorties, fall had fallen out of the biscuit pot with the lid off, that had apparently tumbled off of the chair. Nocturnal Nibbling Again? Tsk!
I couldn’t vacuum them up this early, or late, whichever way you look at it.
Another cold night. I got the woolly hat and slippers on.
Off for the wee-wee eventually, with the biscuits Accifauxpa delaying me, I only just got there in time. Phew!
In the wet room, I collected eight dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and chased three very live ones that were too fast for me.
I washed up and went into Action-Man-Mode, on a search and destroy mission after the evil weevils in the kitchen and spare room. The kitchen produced two live ones captured, and around fifteen dead bodies collected. The spare room provided a lot of dead carcases, and just one live beetle.
The Raid Kill Spray did a good job this time. I resprayed in all areas, washed my dandies and got on with the Health Checks. Hopefully, the effects of the ‘Raid’ killer spray does not give me pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. Hehe!
Blimus! The weight had shot up to a new record high? The pulse was a bit fast, too. Depressed meself now. Humph!
Took the medications and off to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy affair. Huh!
Computer switched on and started this diary off. Then went to update yesterday’s log. Four hours later, I got the Sunday post finished off and posted. I didn’t mean for this tale of woe to be so long, but I got carried away elucidating on things. Sorry folks.
I visited the WordPress Reader section and looked at a comment or two.
Back to the wet room, and a decent session on the Porcelain Throne. During which I started to read the ‘Catastrophe’ book, but the brain went all vagarious on me. Just about all things that I deliberated over, feared, loathed and was frustrated about came to mind. Somehow, I felt drained afterwards? Most strange! Of course, no solutions or plans of action were adopted.
Washed the hands and face, and off to the kitchen.
A tip here for you folks, bit of advice, like: When squashing an unusually large looking Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle as it foolishly runs by close to you on the counter… make sure that it is actually an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle before 
crushing it with your finger against the hard worktop.
I don’t know what it was, but this picture from the internet is the closest to what the thing looked like. Lummox!
Back to the tale; after pressing hard and lifting my finger, the blooming thing just carried on his way, but at a faster rate of knots, toward the holes in the plasterwork in the window corner. But he’s much too big to get through, so where did he or she go? I hope these Panzer-built-like things haven’t decided to illegally immigrate as the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles have? Oh dearie me!
Getting ready to go to get the ablutions done, I think I realised at least part of the cause of my sudden increase in weight.
The water retention in the legs has returned! I’d gone from chicken-legs back to the stumpy-legs overnight. And I seem to have more blood in the left leg than the right one? Distemperature of some sort? Ooher! And leaky toes? Hehehe!
Dang, it! The Oedema has been no bother for weeks, now its back. Phwert!
The ablutions went well, apart from Little Inchies Fungal lesion still bleeding a bit. But nothing that the PPs can’t handle.
Got things ready and set off out. With two black bags of rubbish, rinsed empty jars for the recycle bin and a bag of recyclable gear.
I manoeuvred my way from the foyer door, through the maze of scaffolding and deposited the bags of rubbish, and put the recycle bag and empty jars in the receptacles.
Next I gingerly negotiated my way around a delivery lorry back onto the roadway (There is no footpath available), and navigated my way around the parked cars and confusion of fences and barriers along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptsturmführeress 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 got the crossword book out. The hut soon filled up with residents, and a chat and laugh or two were had. Out to the bus stop, where many more folks were waiting for the buses to arrive. I could remember some of the names, too. Cindy, Dora, Penny, Newkie, Paul, Bill and Welsh William. The other fifteen I could not recall the names of. Sad, innit?
We filled the City Bound bus up, and Penny allowed me to sit next to her. A good chinwag and laugh on the journey to town.
I got off on Upper Parliament Street and crossed over the pedestrian lights and up Glasshouse Street.
A sorrowful sight this road is nowadays. An abandoned part of the City of Nottingham. A muggers delight. All the closed down shops… a wretched heart-breaking scenario.
The times when the old Central Market, with its fish stalls, floral stalls and everything in between offered at reasonable prices. And those little cafes, the record shops, the hardware stalls, fruit and veg on offer… Such a missed market by all who remember it.
I stood a while with the memories flooding back. I used to buy records from the market. Ricky Nelson, Adam Faith, Billy Fury, Elvis, Anthony Newley, Dean Martin, Nat King Cole, Craig Douglas, Gene Pitney, Roy Orbison, Cliff Richard, Shadows, John Leyton, Bobby Vee, Frankie Vaughan, Jess Conrad, Frankie Avalon, Connie Francis, Paul Anka, Brenda Lee, Del Shannon, Ray Charles, The Shirelles, Frank Ifield, Helen Shapiro, Four Seasons, Acker Bilk, Ken Coyler, Bix Biderbecke… Ah, the memories flooded back!
So much so, as I shook myself out of my daydreaming reverie, I nearly walked into a car as it was turning into the side street.
I hobbled to the Aldi store on Huntingdon Street and spent some dosh. I came out with Some nibbles for the box, a pork pie, a yoghourt, tomatoes, sugar snap peas, brown sandwich thins, lemon flapjacks and for the first time, I tried some German Rye Bread to make my pork and tomato sandwiches of.
So, £9.66 lighter off, I made my way over the road and through the Victoria Centre on to Milton Street. Where the shadows and sunshine created an excellent chance to try to take a ‘Moody’ photograph.
Using the old Sony Cybershot again today, I had no idea what it would come out like (or of course any pictures I took today), as there is not a viewfinder on this model of camera.
I had a limp around the slab square taking two photographs that just didn’t come out at all, just a splodge of colours?
I got to the bus stop and took a shot of the Council House from the shelter on Queen Street. Made a right non-success of this one, too! Ah-well.
Cindy got on the bus en route.
I’d just got out the camera to take a shot of what I saw ahead at the Co-op filling station because I anticipated there being a kerfuffle or something like that going on. So, I caught her as she came on the L9.
As we drew level with the Co-op shop and filling station, there was no bother or accident, just some chaps fitting a new sign above the petrol pumps, I think.
For the rest of the journey back to the flats, I’m afraid I had another of the ‘Blank Spells’. For the life of me I cannot recall anything of the bus ride from Mapperley Top to Chestnut Way or getting off of the bus. Now, I will definitely inform the doctor on my next visit.
I was walking along Chestnut Way when things came back to normal.
I see Cindy in this photograph ahead of me, but cannot recall the event at all, or taking the photo. I hate it when this happens!
LAter in the morning when I started this update, I found another photograph I knew nothing about, but have a distant inkling that I 
was talking to Cindy when I took it?
But what it was that fascinated or caused me to take this picture on the left, in the first place, I don’t know.
I had a short-sharp wee-wee, and a rinse and things came fully back into focus again, brain-wise.
I thought that just maybe Cindy can advise me if anything happened untoward while I was off on my short escape from reality? Hope I didn’t do or say anything wrong!
Got the Health Checks done and medications take, then realised I had not taken the midday doses. Ah-well too late now.
There a good few Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle corpses in the kitchen, I cleared them up and resprayed with the ‘Raid’ bug killer.
Then, did the wet room, about ten dead in there, no live ones, though.
To the spare room, and found plenty, masses of dead baby weevils and two much bigger ones that were alive. The blighter got away!
Cleaned my self up and washed.
Then I got the meal ready, an all-cold affair tonight. So no hassle in preparing it.
I made as planned, a black rye bread sarnie with pork and tomato content. Sugar snap peas, half a pork-pie, chip sticks, gherkin slices, tomatoes and apple. Followed by a lemon yoghourt and a lemon flapjack.
This is the first time I’ve tried flapjacks – and it will be the last. As for the German black Rye Bread, it was not easy to eat, as it crumbled so readily when I picked them up. And I am still undecided about the taste of it, very crumbly texture that I found a bit bland and unstimulating, yet enjoyed it. (Is that an oxymoron?)
Anyroad up, I ate it all, bar the yoghourt. I’d put it to one side while I gobbled the fodder and forgot all about it. Nebekh!
Did the Health Checks. Then washed the pots. Looked at the TV programmes and spent half an hour picking out what to watch.
Into the £300 second-hand rickety recliner.
Turned on the TV, and fell asleep within minutes.
0010hrs: I think that the evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles just might be getting to me now. I had a dream during which I found myself chasing after an enormous-sized escaped Weevil, and I was as trying my best to shepherd it back to the flat with a broom!
I started sneezing, shivering and stubbed my toe against the large Ottoman. (It’s got to go! Hehe!) To the kitchen, and boy, was it cold in there this morning. I went to put the storage heater on, but the heat setting sign thingy showed up in red? 24°c and Comfort Off?
To the spare room.
To the right-hand side of the new light and view-blocking window’s ledge, the beetles were smaller. I think perhaps they are coming from their living quarters through the little hole left when the windows were fitted.
the skin… although they did their best to.
The Sys had gone back up, and the weight even more so! Humph!
I collected the sprays, two with hardly any poison left, the other nearly full.
I noticed the temperature in the kitchen when I made another brew. About 14°c.
I met Welsh William and Keith, as they were coming back to the flats along Chestnut Way. Then chatted with a lady from Winchester Court.
wildflowers and the scowls and looks of depression on most peoples faces that I saw.
I look noticed the old Cheapo shop was being converted into a Hugo’s. Never having heard of Hugo’s, I looked it up on the internet later, found a Price List for their Tynemouth branch and found that:
The new venture – one of three new bars planned along Mansfield Road – will be called Hugo’s, after the owners’ young son and the elderflower-flavoured cocktail. 
I paid the woman on the till and left, out and off up the hill and down the other side, and into Woodthorpe Grange Park.
Woodthorpe Grange Park. They have been issued with a 24-hour notice to leave this afternoon, and we will seek to take further action if they remain beyond that.”
I ambled on up the path to the top and turned right to face the Tree Copse with the flats behind them.
Put away the purchasers, leaving a can of Raid in the spare room and wet room, to replace the spray-cans I’d already emptied in my failed campaign to rid myself of the evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.
I looked at the TV listings, but there was nothing that appealed to me. So I got out the Jonathan Creek DVD’s to watch later. 
sided. Compare it with the magnificent view permitted by the old window.
I got the nosh sorted and served up.
The Sys was going back up again after a couple of days of near normality. (I like that word for some reason?)
Cor Blimey!
The ledge must have had dozens of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles the full length of the window on it. Around 33% of them were alive, all small ones this time. I collected the bodies and sprayed both the ‘Raid’ and ‘Rentokil’ killer sprays copiously all over.
Time to get down once again to move the washing from washer to the dryer.
The hemadynamometer worked the first time, and the readings all seemed better as well.
The timer alarm rang out, and I plodded down the draughty elevator to move the washing from one machine to the dryer.
I popped outside and took this photograph.
Soon it was time to go down and collect the dried laundry.
Up in the still draughty when you got in or out lift. Brrr! The poor ladies.
I intended to go to town and get some hearing aid batteries.
The sky, well, clouds were gorgeous.
I had a wander around, which later proved to be a mistake, cause I missed the L9 bus back to the flats then. Klutz!
This meant slog up Winchester Street Hill back to the flats!
In fact, as I crossed over the road, the sun came out stronger, and it turned really bright.
But I managed to get up to Chestnut Walk.
Sister Jane rang for a friendly chat. Only told me off twice as well!
Nosh sorted. A 6.5/10 Flavour-Rating.
I opened the curtains to see the gloomy looking weather outside.
The sphygmomanometer worked second try.
On to the computer. Despite the best efforts of the Liberty-Global Media Virgin Internet in slowing things down. So, I got the photos on the camera card sorted and ready to use.
Back to the computer, and I found this rather decent photographicalisation from yesterday. I can’t remember taking it, though.
Along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Unterscharführeress 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 set off on a walk down Winchester Street, to Mansfield Road.
I got in the shelter away from the drizzle, which did not last long.
A Willmott-Dixon lad, known as In-Charge Ian, locally, was guiding a plant vehicle out of the Extra-Care compound.
Nosh finished cooling and served up.
Off to the wet room (Although, this morning there was no Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops en route) and a swift evacuation in almost liquid form, but a mite less messy than on Tuesday.
No sooner had I done this, it was hurriedly back to the Porcelain Throne! The evacuation was another liquified affair, but far less of it. The tummy started to grind away after the session again. Cleaning up took a long time.
Hello, the hiccups have started now, and this has spurred Reflux Roger to join in. Humph!
Cleaned-up, a lot better session.
I think I must have been ‘out of it’ for a long time.
Half-asleep, I got free from the recliner with consumate ease considering, off to the Porcelain Throne. A much better session this one, almost solid.
0255hrs: I stirred and waited for the brain to catch me up. It didn’t take long. Reality merged with the senses, and panic set-in!
The need for the Porcelain Throne had never been more urgent in my adult life! I w
I had to hasten back to the Throne, for another similar but not so-long session. Almost liquids evacuated once more. I freshened up and returned to the kitchen to carry out the Health Checks again.
I carried out a recce on the evil boll weevil biting beetles situation.
In the old bedroom, I had a lool put of the window to see this view and thought it would be worth recording.
Around, 0400hrs: I put my hearing aids in and made my way to the kitchen.
The first thing that hit me was the power of the wind out there.
As I turned right down towards Winchester Street Hill, I saw three police cars (I didn’t know we in Nottingham had that many left?), parked in the Belle Vue Lodge Nursing Home.
I came back to semi-reality as I approached the number 40 bus stop, where when I catch that bus home from town, I drop off.
off and onto Chestnut Way.
I got into the apartment. Amazing how lucky I was here. I went in the wet room for a wee-wee, and it turned into the fourth Porcelain Throne session! 
So, I investigated in the kitchen and spare room. The kitchen only had a few of the weevils, and they were all dead ones.
Nosh served up.
Once again, there were some programmes on the TV that I wanted to view. I got it all sorted and written down. Times and channels.
Last weeks Sys and weight average was high. Down today, though.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. For a messy evacuation and to find that Little Inchies bleeding lesion needed unclogging (Ooh, ah… Argh!), and medicationing.
I spotted just a few of the evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles near the crack in the floor near the door. All dead, about eight of them.
I took two black bags to the chute on my way out.
As I crossed over the road, I snapped this one of old Chesnut Trees as the slowly began to drop some chestnuts.
Down Winchester Street and left onto Mansfield Road. In search of some of those tasty soft pastry lemon cream biscuit squares.
At the top of the hill, I rested a moment or two.
I pressed on, with Anne Gyna, Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis, and Duodenal Donald all being kind to me this morning.
I got in the Lilliputian apartment, and a had a short-sharp-wee-wee. (Best if we just take it that I did this on average every half hour.) Hahaha! Why am I laughing?
The noise from outside had stopped
The sky and clouds looked beautiful, although it was a tad ominous.
The cheesy potatoes were not up to my usual tastiness Sob! I don’t know what I did wrong? The large butter beans in tomato passata were flavoursome and mealy. The pickled cucumber was good. The apple was bitter, but okay. The fresh tomatoes were so-so. The beef pie was terrible. Even the last two soft pastry lemon cream cake squares seemed to have lost their tastiness? Flavour Rating of 5/10 is the most I can give it.
I got the computer on to update yesterdays post, a big job with all the hobbling photographicalisaitons needing to be sorted out first. Oh, Boy was the internet slow or what!
I went on the WordPress Reader, some good stuff on there this morning.
Got the nosh served up.
Sometime before I woke up proper-like: The flats Fire Alarm activated, and the Pillow Shaker Fire Alarm joined in? Hello, hello, I thought, have they mended the none working alarm and are testing it?
The sphygmomanometer worked the first time. 
Took the medications and had extra swigs of the Peptac, as Duodenal Donald was showing signs of his about to take an interest in making life uncomfortable for me. Hehe!
I set off out on the hobble to Asda (Walmart) Arnold. Taking some cleaned empty jars down with me and deposited them with the bag of recyclables at the caretaker doorway.
Jenny asked me if I was ready for the trip? I was embarrassed to find my name was on the list to go. I must have got it wrong somewhere along the line when she was asking if I wanted to go, many weeks ago. After all the work she puts on on other tenants behalf, I had to get it wrong, and mislead her.
Heaemorrhoidopexy being done, as I am on the Cancellation List. I don’t know how this confusion arose, but feel certain it must have been me that messed-up. What a Nebbisher!
out.
I plodded along Mansfield Road towards Daybrook.
Feeling a little cheerier having enjoyed my time and natter with the birds, I carried on into Arnold.
I bought, some cheese curls, sliced pickled gherkins, sliced seasoned potatoes, tomatoes and a packet of Irish Potato Farls.
Arrived back on Chestnut Walk, the only person to get off off the bus, no people to get on, and not a soul sighted on my walk to the far off Woodthorpe Court flats, nor inside of them.
up, into a bin. Getting my ageing flabby body back up off of the floor, was a painful exercise. Tsk!
from my digit, meant that by the time I got to eating the rather delightful (to me) looking plate of fodder, it was well not warm! Ay-Yay-Yay, what a