0115 hrs: Woke up with soft lights flashing and the sounds of a crackling fire! Momentarily flabbergasted and a little fritted, I dismounted, not without some difficulty, the £300 second-hand recliner and went to investigate. No fire alarms, no strobe activation. Into the kitchen and ah… all became clear! Were some twits using up their fireworks left over from Bonfire Night?
I think it might have been an organised pyrotechnic display. The fireworks were coming from the City Centre or close to it, and some amazingly large shows.
These four on the right, were the best of those I could manage to get.
While I was up, I made a small mug of the extra sharp tea, watched the display a little longer, then returned to the recliner and settled down again.
I soon returned to sleep mode, without any difficulties.
0300hrs: Stirred again, and wobbled off to the Porcelain Throne.
No bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold yet, and I think that Trotsky Terence is weakening now, too.
Took the medications. Injected the Enoxaparin, put some vaseline on the burns and did the ear oiling.
Pain-gelled the knees wrists and hands.
Had a guzzle of the Duodenal Donald medicine.
The Health Check readings seem to be up and down a bit this week?
Still, I might be feeling a bit low again spiritually, but healthwise things seem good?
I hobbled back into the front room and opened the windows.
I got the camera and took this view of the scaffolding and stuff, that caught me out again when I saw it there on the balcony. Hehe!
Thought I’d do a Good Morning photo to you all. Now, this you’d think would be a piece of cake? Just giving a thumbs-up sign? Believe me or not, but Arthur Itis and Cramp Colin decided that the thumb would stay in this upraised position for over an hour, before releasing it. It didn’t half make typing hard! Hehehe!
I’m looking forward to going to the Remembrance Service in Daybrook later. Just so I can show my appreciation of what they had to go through, and those that still are.
I got the Saturday Diary concluded and sent off. Then made a start on this one, up to here.
Onto the WordPress Reader. Then comment responses.
Facebook catch-up again. Hope it doesn’t go low on me again, here goes… It froze. Turned everything off and back on, it worked for a while then started sticking. Huh!
Onto CorelDraw and made a graphic to use as an Inchcock Today top photograph. Hopefully a comical one about a dungeon prisoner (Me) and a buxom wench? I shan’t put it on until I use it, cause it might spoil the humour later.
I checked the Emails next.
Sister Jane rang me to remind me of the Service. That was very good of her.
Health Checks, then I did the ablutions, got dressed and set out up into the Park and down onto Mansfield road. Along to the Church in Daybrook.
Why, do you ask have I not supplied any photographs? That is because I left the camera, mobile phone and hearing aids in the flat. Grumph and Cobbleturds!
I could hear none of the Fathers words. The Church was full. There were no free seats nearer the front. Still, it wasn’t the Christian aspect I went for I have to admit. It was my conscience only that I go to appease, to offer my thanks for their contribution to the wars past and present.
I did bump into (literally) a chap called Eric Hopkins (I’m almost certain), who I knew years ago as Sergeant Hopkins. His voice could be heard from the far end of the parade ground and had lost no volume over the years. I respected him then. Listening to him, it sounded as if he had lost none of his principles. He started telling me what he had been up to over the years in between. But was summoned by his family to fetch the car to lift them home. But that ten minutes or so, made me feel a part of society and wanted, somehow. As I left to walk back, I saw that his wife with the family was a girl called Margaret, who I had desires for as a youth! Strange feelings.
The walk back was full of memories. As I went through Woodthorpe Park, it was full of dogs taking their owner for walks, and I felt a clot for not remembering the camera.
As I got inside the flat, Dizzy Dennis, and Duodenal Donald both visited me. A summons to the Porcelain Throne proved the Trotsky Terence had fooled me earlier; The Trosky was back again!
I opened a tin of chopped tomatoes, seasoned them with basil and a sprinkling of regular table salt. Got them in the pan ready for warming. Made sure the streaky smoked bacon was handy and got the oven warming up prepared.
Had a perusal of the TV magazine to see if owt worth bothering watching was on the gogglebox.
I got the nosh served up. Very early in the day for me. I was feeling so tired. The aching feet, the memories invoked by meeting Eric. (For some reason I cannot recall his nickname?) My having seen Margaret. I felt suddenly so tired and drained.
Cunningly (I thought) I cooked the bacon crispy in the oven, then added it to the seasoned tomatoes in the saucepan for ten minutes on simmer. Thus the bacon flavoured the fruit and became limp and less bother to incisor tooth, Suzie when masticationalising it.
I enjoyed the meal and went to the kitchen to wash the pots.
Although I knew that is was so nippy outside, the view from the window was beautiful.
I put the TV on, and started falling asleep and nodding off. Tsk!
I woke with much perturbation of the mind this morning. Unsure as to why, by I was fretting over various unrelated things within seconds of gaining some imitation grasp on what was about… then the memories of some of the dreams came to mind, and I think they may have been the cause for my solicitude of the grey-cells? I was back working at Carters pop factory, but everything had changed, I didn’t know how to operate any of the machines, find my way around or recognise anyone in the place. I just seemed to poddle about being ignored. I came to the decision that I was dead and a ghost. This settled the situation down, and I flew around looking down on everything around all of the sections and warehouses. I seemed very content for a while, then I found myself on a canal in a wooden boat and sinking, this time I was not a ghost.
I’m sure so much more occurred in the nightmare, but can’t recall much.
As I placed my feet on the carpet as I extracted my bulbous body from the recliner, the top of all the toes on the left foot, were in agony. Had I been sleepwalking? I checked around, and there were no signs of this or any nocturnal-nibbling.
Had a decent cleanup, teggies (Oooh! Hehe!) shave.
Now there is, or must be the reason why I took this photographicalisation of the wet room sink with the flannels being put in to soak after the ablution session had taken place.
What that reason is, I have no idea.
Sad innit?
The Porcelain Throne session was much better this time. Did the Health Checks and took the medications. Sys 159 Dia 76 Pulse75 Temp 32.1.
No attention’s from Dizzy Dennis or Pleurodynia Portia, Anne Gyna or Hernia Henry, a good start I thought.
I cracked on with creating a photographic ode, come rhyme.
It took me six hours to get it completed, and I was not happy with it at all.
I took a break and updated Friday’s Inchcock Today and got them posted.
Forever making cups of tea all the time?
The Iceland delivery arrived, and I got it put away.
Back on to the poem come ode creating.
The graphics were not too bad.
The wording was not proper, but I was just too tired to carry on editing it.
I got this blog started off.
I pondered on what to have for dinner. Simple stuff today, tinned tomatoes seasoned with herbs, frankfurters and bacon bits to be cooked and put in the bowl with the vegetables. Some sliced wholemeal cobs arrived with the order, so they’ll do nicely.
Finally around twelve hours after waking up, I got around to doing the WordPress Reader session.
Got the bacon bits in the oven and low light under the saucepan of tomatoes?
Took the second photo of the day hanging out of the window. A good view of the comparison between AM and PM?
Did the Health Checks and medications were taken.
A quick bash on Facebooking, going slow again. Took ages and I still didn’t get all I wanted to do finished. Tsk! Had to stop and close down to get the nosh ready
The nosh was great tastewise.
With contented innards, I settled to watch a film on the gogglebox, about the Gallipoli Campaign.
The first set of advertisements and I nodded off into a mix of weird dreams that made no sense to me at all.
Around eleven o’clock, I had to rise and get to the Porcelain Throne. Which proved somewhat costly in the pain stakes! The left arm slipped down between the two chairs as I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner, starting the two little oven burns bleeding as I withdrew the arm. Stubbed my toe en route and hit my elbow on the sharp corner section of the cabinet as I sat quickly upon the seat.
At least there was no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, Haha!
Fell asleep on the Throne. Stirred around 0100hrs and got back into the recliner after washing the pots.
Oh, sorry, there are three interloper friends and me in it!
Friday 10th November 2017
Hmong: Hnub Friday 10 Kaum Ib Hlis 2017
0055hrs: Stirred into imitation life. Pandiculated and got complaints from Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna for my efforts.
Pondered on what bits I could recall of the dream I had been having. I was lost in a three-storied pantagruelian abandoned factory… running up decaying stairways, falling through holes without harming myself, searching seemingly without knowing what I was trying to find? And I wore pyjamas and my old fishing wellingtons from 1970!
Slowly, the rumbling innards got through to my brain, as I was disentangling my flabby body-mass from the £300 second-hand recliner, I noticed many signs of Nocturnal Nibblings! Two empty mini-cheese packets, biscuit crumbs and two chocolate peanuts which had welded themselves between the folds in my horrendously wobbly belly. Tsk!And off to the Porcelain Throne session. Messy enough for me to take another ADRC capsule afterwards with the morning medications. Cleaned up, and into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medicines. Seems like a lot of variations this week. Ups and downs, like.
Made a mug of tea and got the computer on.
Got the Thursday post finished and posted off.
Then started on this one, getting up to hear, when I could hear noises – I put in the hearing aids and walked about trying to identify the noise that sounds a bit like something being dropped or falling. Surely, no one would use the refuse chute at 0249hrs in the morning? It seemed to be coming from different sides of the building at the same time, repeatedly for five minutes or so, then stopped? I hoped that the scaffolding had not collapsed somewhere. The sounds seemed to be coming from internally. Still, they have finished now.
Caught up on Facebooking next.
The computer slowed to a crawl again. Turned everything off and rebooted.
Made and sent a TFZer photo-graphic off.
Then I went on to the WordPress reader. A lot of excellent thought provoking stuff today.
Onto CorelDraw. Made some graphics tops for the upcoming diaries. Spent hours on the other TFZer ones.
Got the ablutions done and all dressed up warmly. Made sure I had the Audio Clinic Book with me, umbrella, collapsible walking stick, camera, mobile phone, bus pass, bank card, crossword book, the right glasses on my head, the hearing aids in the lug-holes and empty jars for the recycling bin and set out to the bus stop. Dropped the jats in the brown bin. It looked to me like the workmen were taking down the scaffolding?
Down to the hut and dropped off some nibbles for the Obergefreiteress Wardens, and on to the bus stop. A lady (Annette I think) there, and she was giving everyone who arrived a Christmas Card, bless her. The Bestwood Bus came and went, and only Annette and I got on the City bound one.
Getting onto the bus Dizzy Dennis came on instantly, no usual few seconds warning this time. The disequilibrium and giddiness only lasted a couple of minutes, but this left me feeling a little perturbed. Especially as strangers already on the bus, and the driver asked if I was alright and told me I went pale and white suddenly.
Annette gave some cards out to people who got onto the bus later!
Off the bus and through the Slab Square to the audio building. Only to find the yhad no Audiologists on site today?
Well, that annoyed me, after all the hassle of getting there. I gave the lady a sweet smile and said: “Ah-well, not to worry, I’ll call again later” Why I said this, I have no idea.
I went to Fletcher Gate and into the Pound World shop to see if I could find any of the screw-top storage tubs or chocolate nougat. I found neither, but came out a considerable amount of money spent!
They had some Tetley’s Extra Strong tea bags at 80 for £2, so I bought the last two boxed on the shelf. Some nibbles and sweets for raffle prizes. Treated me with two packets of misshaped chocolate brazils and chocolate almonds.
Out of the store, with much less money in my pocket, (Hehe!) and back through the Slab Square.
The Nottinghamians did not seem to have cheered up at all from yesterdays visit. A quietude of sorts seemed to hang in the air?
Across the square and up to the bus stop, the feet, well toes, really hurting now. Then this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist actually clipped my shoulder as he went by me and up Parliament Street. I got the camera out to record this one, the naughty boy! I could have taken dozens of photographs of the cyclists on the pavements today, there were that many of them.
Caught the bus and had a go at the crosswords en route. I only got three answers all the trip, Tsk!
A painful limp to the apartment entrance an found that much of the fencing had been removed.
But some new scaffolding had been erected creating a little maze for us to get through to gain entry.
The balconies seemed untouched as I photographed upwards.
They warned us that it is going to get very noisy and dusty when they start on them.
I was surprised to realise I did not require a wee-wee or the use of the Porcelain Throne when I got inside?
Health Checks and medications were taken. Planned the nosh. I had forgotten to turn on the potatoes in the Crock-Pot when I left, so got two cheesy potatoes in breadcrumbs with cheese ready made cakes and a few potato letters (Both long-term residents from the depths of the freezer) and got them in the oven. Added later, the cod balls in the batter. Put the baked beans in the saucepan. Sliced up two gone-rather-soft tomatoes, opened the tin of Smoked mackerel in BBQ sauce onto the plate.
While I kept an eye on things as it cooked, I got the purchases put away. Made a brew with the new Tetley Extra Strong tea bags. Not bad at all. Not as good as the Yorkshire, Twinings Strong English Breakfast or Thompsons, but still good.
Perused the TV magazine and found a lot of good stuff on for me to watch. London’s Burning, Pie in the Sky, Hetty Wainthrope Investigates, The A-Team, Heartbeat then the England v Germany match! A perfick viewing session. (I thought!)
I phoned Sister Jane, she rang back. She was in the cafeteria with her mates. She’s going to ring me in the morning.
Getting the food of the oven, and guess what? Accifauxpa! Humph!
A dab of antiseptic cream applied, well, two actually. Hehe!
The food was superb! Even the old stuff from the bottom of the freezer was tasty!
However, the lemon yoghourt had gone-off and had to be ditched.
A call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. A much better session. I think Diahorrea Donald is weakening.
Washed and changed into the night attire early, to watch all my favourite programmes in a marathon gogglebox sitting.
I got through London’s Burning with no nod-offs at all. Then, halfway through Pie in the Sky… I did nod off.
Waking up four hours later, the other things and the football I wanted to watch, all done and finished! Grumph!
Cunningly, I turned to the ITV +1 channel, but only caught the last minute of the game. 0-0.
Went and did the washing-up. The toes on the left foot were still very painful for some reason. Had I been doing too much hobbling?
0045hrs: Woke up thinking it was very late for some reason. Bits of the later dreams remained lingering in the grey-cells. Factory, machinery breaking down, no spare-parts and getting lost in the workshop?
Then I cheered up a bit when it dawned on me that the Fire Alarm Strobe and Pillow-shaker alarm had not activated as it has for the last two nights.
Wind fluttered out of the rear-end, stomach ache instantly arrived and I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner in record time and off to the Porcelain Throne. Luckily with no injuries, stubbed toes or Whoopsiedangleplops. The evacuation was instant (The moment I sat down), foudroyant and without doubt, prompted by the return of Trotsky Terence. Another messy session, and yet as the blood spurted out, it reminded me of a book I read years ago, with the title of “Through Gritted Teeth”. It was a horror story. Blimey, now I have the Trots and Haemorrhoid Harold hassle at the same time! Haha!
Cleaned up and into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications, with an ADRC capsule added to the recipe of legal drugs as usual.
I made a small mug of tea in the delicate China cup and cleaned some cutlery I had missed from last night. Luckily I had some of the Germolene cream handy to put on the finger that was scolded in the too-hot water I used. Tsk!
Took this ‘Moody’ but not very good photographicalisation while hanging out of the kitchen window.
Showing the mini-compound used by the workmen doing up the complex. I can’t make out what is what.
You can see the support racking they have erected across the bottom. I think the men will raise this to the level required, to give them access to knock the balcony of each storey down. Then again, I have frequently been wrong about these things, and most other things before. (Oh, you noticed? Haha!)
The computer on, mustn’t get carried away this morning, I don’t want to be late to miss the Tenants Social Hour. While I thought of this, I assembled the raffle prizes and nibbles in the bags to take with me.
After doing this task, I got further distracted from working on the diaries done. I went to make another brew and saw how the kitchen window had got splashed with greasy whatever it was by the workers yesterday, and set about cleaning the outside of the glass.
Eventually, I got it finished, made the brew and returned to the computer and finalised yesterday’s post and got it sent off.
0345hrs: Started on updating this day’s diary of woe, to here.
Caught up on Facebooking and TFZing.
Then WordPress Reading and an answering comments session.
Just about to start on creating a graphic for a page top, and Trotsky Terence forced me to hobble swiftly as possible to the Porcelain Throne. A close call, but I made it with seconds to spare. It was a sloppy session again.
Cleaned-up and made another mug of tea and returned to the graphicationalisationing.
I got the ablutions done and changed into the day clothes.
The Morrison delivery arrived at 0815hrs. Some naughty Pensioner had let her in the foyer. So when she knocked on the door, I thought it was him up above, or workmen on the outside making the noise and kept searching for what it was, holding the girl waiting. When I peeped through the keyhole viewer and saw her there, I was surprised. She took the bags through to the kitchen for me.
I didn’t ask, but wondered if the doorbell had packed up? Off she went, and I got the stuff sorted. There were three fewer bags than last week, but cost me more? The only nibbles I got were some chocolate and yoghourt peanuts.
I made a small mug of tea to try out the new Twinings Strong Tea Bag on offer from £4.98 down to £3.00. I had to try these, cause Morrisons had stopped doing the wonderful Thompson’s ones. (Swines!) The Twinings ones were nowhere near as good either… but not too bad on the Special Price I begrudgingly admit. (Gits!)
I tested both door alarms, and they were operational. Bursting forth with Dusty Springfield’s ‘I only wanna be with you’ tune.
I can hear the drilling from the work lads now. I might go to the Tenants Social Hour and then had a bus ride somewhere or a walk to escape the worst of it?
Readied bags etc. Sorted the bin bags out and on the way to the lift, I dropped them down the rubbish chute.
Out through the worker’s materials and along towards the Temporary Social Hut
Halfway up the incline, I turned and took these photographicalisations of the block. It surprised me to find my guess about what they had built yesterday, was right. It was to gain access to the balconies.
A lot more chaps on site today. I also noticed in the distance, a lot more tenants than usual going into the portacabin.
I arrived and was actually greeted by two people. Jenny busy working away on our behalf.
I dropped the raffle prizes on the tray, but could not find a seat near the other folks.
I reckon there were about 30 people in the room. Nice and busy. This might be due to some of us going into the place to escape the noise in the flats? Sensible. Jenny asked me if a wanted a drink, I thanked her but declined, as I was going out to the Audio Clinic.
I took the nibble around, I enjoy doing this and trying to get a conversation going with the others.
Being as I could not get a chair without taking one of the few remaining that others usually sit in, I decided to leave and take a walk up through Woodthorpe Grange Park.
Said a cheerio to the couple near me and set off along Chestnut Way to the gravel hill up by the fantastic Tree Copse. It was too wet to risk walking through it today, although I had the time.
The Audio Clinic was not an appointment one. I just needed some more batteries.
I was only about half the way up the hill when visits from Anne Gyna (As is usual) and unexpectedly from Dizzy Dennis.
I stopped at the top, and Anne Gyna subsided quickly, and I took this photograph of the unfortunate lopped trees near the Pitch & Putt course. They had suffered more bits being cut off recently.
Down the footpath onto Mansfield Road, over the hill and down to the bus stop. I soon caught a bus into town, but the only seat was one of those side-daddle affairs. Like the one, I had to sit in on the trip to Mansfield the other day. Tsk! Hehe! Only a short journey of about two miles, though.
I alighted at Victoria Centre (Mall) and was walking along Milton Street and went to get the Audio Clinic Authority Booklet out of my pocket,! I’d not taken it with me! What a Pillock! That was the end of that mission then.
So, I thought I’d have a hobble around and get some pictures of this diary and the TFZer Site. Starting with the giant advertising screen, Victoria Cente (Mall).
The weather kept changing from lightish to dark. ! I’d left the umbrella behind as well! I’d put it in the spare room to dry and forgot about it. Humph!
I poddled along down Clinton Street.
There were a few folks about, but even the McDonald’s, with its regular young beggar, but with a different dog outside today, was not busy.
No smiling faces were either.
A few spots of rain descended but soon stopped. For which I was glad.
At the end of the street, I turned right onto Long Row. The Christmas Fair and Food stalls were being erected. I seem to be burdened with building all around me? Haha!
The Slab Square was a hive of activity.
I hope they are building the little sentry-like box or the lady with the Roast Chestnuts again this year. I foolishly bought a bag last year in November from her. I got five chestnuts in the packet that cost £2, and one of them had gone off!
The Kangaroo and Aligator steak sandwiches, if I recall correctly, were selling for between £5 and £10.
Peoples expressions here also gave off the aura of malaise, anxiety and simple unhappiness. Even the youngsters were looking and sounding grumpy. I know not the reason why. Perhaps it was the building of the so-called entertainment attractions that is depressing them? Was something in the air?
The £4 a go Helter-Skelter is back again as well, by the way, being put up now.
As I limped around and struggled up the hill, Queen Street to the bus stop, the feet started stinging something awful, and Dizzy Dennis gave me another visit. Not that this made dispirited in itself, the Nottingham Street Art near the bus stop did, though.
And to think that Nottingham is bidding to become the European City of Culture? What with Brexit and the Nottingham Street Art, I guess not?
I had a jolly good natter with a lady at the bus stop. She gave me some tips on cooking the belly pork when I have it again.
When I got back to the flat, the workmen had encircled the building. Hehe! I had a job getting into it! The white lines I added to this photo I took as soon as I got up into the apartment, was the route I had to make to gain access. Not complaining, just saying. Can’t be helped if we want the upgrading work done.
Got the Health Checks and medications tended to, and Dizzy Dennis returned. Not good this.
Updated this diary to here, and I was all-in health and energy-wise by then.
Got the nosh started. The last of cooked beef, some chips from an out of date part bag found in the freezer bottom, vegetarian skinless hot dog sausages and baked beans is the plan.
Did a Morrison Order for next week, while I waited for it to cook.
A delightfully flavoursome feast. The teeth suffered a bit, but still.
I placed the tray on the next chair, thought about what to watch on the TV and drifted off into a Nocturnal Nibbling filled sleep.
0115hrs: Woke after less than three-hours kip. Thanks to the flipping new Fire Alarm Strobe and Pillow-Shaker-Alarm going off again last night, like it did on Monday? Obergruppenfureress Deana is still off poorly I think, but I’ll have to mention it to someone today. Although, I had planned to stay in, just in case Sister Jane rang me with her hospital update… Life is complicated innit? Hehe!
0210hrs: Forced my gone-to-seed, highly-kneadable body out of the £300 second-hand recliner, got some clothes on and readied the laundry room bag. Had a Porcelain Throne session, very messy. Cleaned things up and took the washing down. Machine Two was in use, so had to use number One. It never washes the stuff as well as the second one does and takes a lot longer doing it. Never mind.
0222hrs: Up and doing the Health Checks first thin.
Then, took the medications. The Sys seems to have come back down again, nicely. Nothing to fret over… until I realised the teeth were bleeding still, well from the gingiva at the base of the loose Tootypeg.
Started the brain cogitating as I got the computer going and updated then saved the Health Check listing in Excel.
I recognised I’d forgotten to take the ‘ADRS’ capsule, so I ingested it belatedly, with my almost regular dilatorily fashion.
0222hrs: Down to move the things from washer to dryer. The stuff in number Two machine was still there, long after it had finished working. It might be one of the many new tenants who, like me, with a lousy memory and get easily sidetracked, deflected and redirected brain-wise. At least I can empathise with them. Hehe!
As I passed through the lobby door, I spotted a signing shelf and book on the wall. I assume it is for the workmen in case of a fire alarm? Ah, I see it now, it has the Willmott Dixon company logo on the notice on the wall. I get there in the end you know… sometimes. Hehehe!
0235hrs: Back in the flat, and finished off the Tuesday Diary. Took a long time, as I got sidetracked when I spotted a suitable graphic to use as a Diary-Topper and this took me over an hour to adapt. Then it was time to go down and retrieve the laundry.
0334hrs: Cor blimey, did lift number one shake and make scouring noises or what! Fritted me for a second or two.
I had to use the other dryer, because whoever it was who forgot his or her washing had been down and use the better one, Tsk! Hehehe!
I don’t know if it was the elevator incident or what, but as I was getting the clothes out of the dryer, Diahorrea Donald hinted strongly to me that I needed the use of the Throne!
I folded the clothes, cleaned out the filter and filled the blue bag, then had to use lift number one to get back to the twelfth storey and home. Straight into the wet room and another sloppy, slushy session. Had a good freshen up and put the clothing away.
I sorted out what was to be had for foddering later. One large potato to bake then mix the flesh with some cheese and vinegar, (No doubt burning my fingers again), got some dried mushroom and onion mix and Polish Herbs ready to make the stuffing, garden peas and the cooked beef I got so cheaply from Fulton Foods Store in Bulwell. I perused the contents printed on the label. Beef (88%) Water, Salt, Peppercorns, Stabilisers, (Triphosphates, Polyphosphates), Tapioca starch, Dextrose and Sugar? Not sure if I fancy it that much now. Still, it might be alright.
You’ll have noticed how the blood from the edge of the can of peas I’d just opened is a lovely deep vibrant red. A healthy sign that you know! Haha!
Made a nice strong brew of tea in the big mug. Not easy to clean this, with it being tall and narrow – but on the plus side, it keeps the drink hotter longer. Plus, it has an excellent big handle on it.
The noises from somewhere nearby are getting louder and more often now. I assume one of the flats is having their heaters either disconnected or a new one fitted. Mary told me she was without a proper heater for a few days last week, but they left her a portable convector heater to use, that nearly bankrupted her! She is a witty-laugh bless her.
Each time I get up from the computer for a wee-wee, cup of tea or to check on the cooking things to make sure I’d covered them, the erection outside still makes me jump when I see it.
Not used to it being there, I suppose.
I spent, even more, time on Graphicationalising on CorelDraw and CorelPaint.
Went to check that I’d not left any taps running or lights on and took this photograph down from the window
I wasn’t sure if they were delivering or taking something away.
I was impressed with the tenant’s car parking this morning, I must say.
The view from the kitchen window, looking so lovely, but it belied just how cold it actually was at the time.
Back to blogging. I got the Wednesday, no, that’s today. Sorry! Tuesday’s blog Emailed and did some WordPress Reading.
Finally finished the latest TFZ graphic.
Hours and hours spent sorting the personal dictionary and getting it into some kind of order. So tired by the time I had to stop through mental fatigue.
Got the nosh cooking.
Health Checks were done, medications were taken.
Sat down to read the book and fell asleep. Dreams about my trying to get through a door but not being able to work out how the handle worked?
The stuffing mix I made in the small foil tray came out okay. The cheesy potatoes were right.
I ate and enjoyed it, took the dish and things into the kitchen for washing up and realised I had forgotten to put the gravy on the plate! Tsk! Got the pots cleaned, dragged me back into the recliner, nibbles some nuts, read the book, then put the TV on and stayed awake for about three hours with only a few nod-offs, turned off the TV and drifted swiftly into a much-needed sleep. Ahh!
I didn’t wake up this morning. Hehe! I’d had a terrible night, woke up by the phone, then the Fire Alarm Shaker going off, and felt so attritional and ashamed at my getting things wrong, forgetting, being confused and this giving others hassle. The sense of compunction has eased slightly, but some guilt remains, churning away in my grey-cells. Couldn’t get back to sleep, so I got on with finishing the diary for Monday.
The most surprising thing is all the many hours I’ve been up and about so-as-to-speak, no call to the Porcelain Throne yet.
0140hrs: Made a cuppa and did the Health Checks.
Medications were taken then. I’ve got some pain-killers now, but things were not painful, so I decided to leave half of them off the dosage imbibed. I did take an extra Magnesium though, the cramps were giving signs of wanting to enjoy themselves. Haha!
I feel a right milquetoast this morning. Confidence, what bit I had, has evanesced. Along with and traces of get-up-and-go and drive.
I robotically did the WordPress Reading. Some good stuff on there again today. The mood lightened a little with my reading the amusing things some bloggers had posted.
I then went on Facebooking.
Still no call to the Throne?
CorelDraw prep work was done.
0830hrs: Got the ablutions tended to and adorned the daywear clobber, then set off for the bus stop. The rain was drizzling on and off, and it was not too warm with it either. Masses of tenants in the queue this morning. Gossips, moans and laughter ensued.
Caught the Bestwood Bound Bus and dropped off with many others in Sherwood. Three of the gals on the bus, all good uns, was also going to Mansfield this morning, Doris told me where to catch the bus back from as we parted, bless her.
Over to the Dentists. It turned out the appointment for today had been cancelled in the melee over trying to get the teeth done over the last eight weeks or so. Back out and over the road to catch the Masfieldbus, and the three gals from the flats were there. A gossip was started that only stopped when a bus arrived much later. The girls said one was missing that’s why they were still there.
The bus was full, and I had to sit on a side seat. Most uncomfortable and had the risk of me sliding off of it all the way there. Hehe!
The ladies got off at the Sainsbury Store, I went on to Mansfield Bus Station and got the brolly up. Walked down through the underpass and took this picture.
I haven’t touched it up or played with it at all, this is how it was down there. Eerie lighting?
I might save this to do a funny graphic with later.
B&M Store and Pound Stretcher stores visited. Treated me to some chocolate nougat, and could not find any of the screw-lid tubs in either shop. Called into the paper shop to get a TV Magazine.
So sad here, with a complete row of retail units and a pub, all closed down.
As I hobbled towards the passageway back to the station, Dizzy Dennis visited and a bad one it was. I decided to make my way home straight away, I was feeling tired anyway.
Caught the bus without much delay and the rain came down fiercely, en route.
When I downloaded this photo next morning, I thought there was a telephone pole coming down on the left that I had not noticed. But it was a sticker on the bus window. Hehe!
The heavy rain kindly stopped and reduced to a few spots when I dropped off the vehicle in Sherwood.
Up and over the hill and right up through the Woodthorpe Grange Park, right and down the gravel footpath to the flats.
I bit dodgy with the wet soil, but I got down without any Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas, I’m glad to report.
Mind you, the shoes socks and feet were a bit wet by the time I got in. Tsk!
The support cages or whatever they are called being put up by the workmen was now up to the top of the flats.
I hung out of the kitchen window to take these shots. While doing this, an urgent demand came from the innards for a Porcelain Throne visit. (At last!)
Messy again, took a while cleaning things up. I changed into the nightwear and put the wet clothes into the laundry bag for me to do in the morning. Dizzy Dennis had departed for the rest of the evening, bless him.
Got the meal cooking and took these shots, one from the front room and one from the kitchen again, of what the erection looks like under the balcony that will soon, not be a balcony? Haha!
Got the meal served up. A good mix tonight. Farls with cheese topping, beef steak pie, garden peas, Marmite Crisps and sliced boiled potato with vegemite and Balsamic sauce dotted about. Hehe! The teeth suffered when masticating a little, but it tasted so good.
Having the wash and cleaning the teeth were bleeding a fair bit from the loose one. My own fault for having the crispy sharp cheddar cheese on the Farls! Then took the medications and carried out the Health Checks
Sister Jane called me to tell me she had informed the Pegasus people for me. I thanked her. She is going into hospital for a neck X-ray in preparation for her operation. I hope she rings me to let me know how things went for her. I’ll stay in all day tomorrow, then I shouldn’t miss any call from her.
The heavy rain suddenly stopped.
Washed the pots and got settled into the £300 second-hand recliner.
Watched some TV on Channel 20. They are currently showing lots of the old stuff I like to watch. Unfortunately, I nodded off while Hetty Wainthrope Investigates was on, waking up two hours or so later – with the flipping Fire Alarm Strobe and pillow shaker going off again! I dare not ignore it. So, I went through the same schedule at the day before. Disentangled my body from the recliner, a quick look out of the window (No sign of emergency vehicles). Went to the front door, rested the handle with the back of my hand for any heat (None – in fact it was cold). Head out into the passageway, no alarms sounding outside at all. Back in the flat and checked both the other room in my mansion (belated).
Poured a cup of clementine juice and got back down in the chair, not now being able to sleep (I thought), I started to watch whatever it was on the gogglebox. Nodded-off within minutes.
0230hrs: Woke feeling a tad unwell, but this cleared up after I noticed in the bin, the multitudinous signs of my patent nocturnal nibblings.
Empty lemon mousse pot, Marmite crisp packet, two mini-cheese nibble bags and mystery crumbs on the Ottoman!
Also, the pot of chocolate nuts looked like I might have been delving into it with a vengeance. Huh! Then I recalled last nights meal disaster and eating only a few forkfuls of the concoction.
While pondering over this, and trying to avoid feelings of guilt and blame descending on me, I had to absquatulate the £300 second-hand recliner with some haste to get to the Porcelain Throne. A terribly messy affair. Cleaned things and me up and off to the kitchen. Did the Health Checks and took an extra ADRC capsule with the morning medications.
Anne Gyna was still bothering me a little, but Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were both found to be in a good mood.
Did last weeks totals on the HC’s.
0300hrs: Sorted the Firework photos out and got a blog page done and posted with them.
Started this page going up to here, then did some WordPress Reading. Facebooking, then Email checks.
As the day grew lighter, another unique looking skyline. Almost a beige/brown line-strip on the horizon, that soon changed a deeper blue?
Tended to the ablutions and got (Well I thought I had at the time) everything sorted for the trip.
Out to the lift and pressed the call button – realised I had not got the hearing aids in, so nipped back and got them in. Back down the elevators and out into the cold but sunny weather. The workmen were putting up supports ready to do the outside of the balconies on my side of the building. At least I knew where the banging and clunking was coming from. They were on the second storey.
Along Chestnut Way and the chaps were having difficulties getting a delivery lorry trying to back into the compound where the new apartments were being built.
On towards the end of the road and the bus stop, and I realised I had not put the Surgery Card in my pocket, so, back once more to the flat to fetch it.
Down yet again, and some folks were at the bus-stop chinwagging as I passed them by on my walk to my destinations. The leaves were still frozen to the ground and some on the grass was too. Brr!
Down Winchester Street Hill, left up and over the incline and down into Carrington and to the Doctors Surgery.
I spoke with the receptionist. Going into depth about the problems caused for me with them not letting me know my INR level is reading in time, and sometimes not at all, so I have no chance of getting to the dentist in time if the result is in range, to beg them to fit me in. Also, their not giving me an appointment for the next DVT Blood Test and me forgetting to book one means I have to travel to either the City Hospital or QMC to have my next DVT Blood Test done. She was very helpful verbally about it and said she would ask if anything could be done about it for me. I then asked for some extra pain-killers to be ordered, as I am using more currently with my toothache and Hippy Hilda Hassle. She said she would put in a request for me. I asked for an appointment for the next blood test next Monday, and she gave me Monday 13th Nov 0939hrs. I thanked her.
Nurse Nichole came into the office area, and very worryingly, my smile and wave went unanswered. This put me in a depression straight away. I’m hoping she had not seen me.
I departed and wandered down the road to the chemists.
Near one of the house gates, some Nottingham Street Art was photographed. A garden BBQ I think it was.
Over the pelican lights and down to the pharmacy. Collected the bag of prescriptions.
Then along to the Lidl store, seeking some of the Italian Chestnuts. I bought the last three packs they had on the shelves and a bar of chocolate with hazelnuts. Paid up and made my way to Hucknall Road to go to the GUM clinic.
Caught the 17 bus, and en route I got out the appointment card and Whoopsiedangleplop, it was for next Monday the 13th, not today! Still, it was for 1440hrs, so I’ll have tons of time to get there after the blood test. Lucky that!
I decided to stay on the bus and go to Bulwell. Where I could feed the mallards, try B&M for the curried beans and Fulton Foods for any bargains on offer.
Dropped off the bus and made my way into Bulwell Market.
Called at the cheapo shop, but nothing of interest on offer. Hobbled to the Fulton shop and had a peruse around. Ended up getting two Cooked Polish Chicken legs, the ones that cost about £2.50 to £3 at Tesco. They were short dated, but only cost 69p each! Well pleased with the bargain. Also a packet of cooked beef slices. I left and walked across the square to get to the B&M unit, I realised I may have made a bit of a Whoopsiedangleplop had been made again. Could I eat this delicious chicken with the poorly teeth? Twit!
B&M had nothing of interest either. Walked across to the River Leen bridge and fed the Mallards and pigeons. Something below the bridge disturbed and fritted the pigeons, and I caught them taking off. They were soon back to finish off their nuts and mealworms.
The bags were seeming to get more massive now.
The weight of a dollop of medications didn’t help. Hehe!
It was not getting any warmer either, despite the Sun shining to try an fool us.
Got to the Tram Station and validated my Pensioners Free Bus Pass on the machine.
A crowd grew, and I knew I was in for a battle and physical danger when the transport arrived. It is always the same from Bulwell. The doors open and a free-for-all takes place. I know to just wait until the others have fought their way on before getting on. Wise.
The train arrived in about twelve minutes, and I got on, and there were plenty of free seats for a change.
Over the next few stops, the tram filled and many people were standing. When we arrived at Radford Road, two ticket inspectors got on, and about ten to twelve passengers got up late when they saw them and got off themselves? Highly suspicious! Most certainly some None-payers in the exodus for sure I thought.
I alighted at the Theatre Royal, and with fortunate timing too.
When I got to the bus stop on Queen Street, the L9 was due in three minutes according to the electronic sign.
Had a bash at the crossword book en route back to Woodthorpe Court. With struggling a little with the bags, I was last off of the vehicle, and many of the wonderfully social tenants wanting to get on spoke to me. Things like: “Christ I thought it’d be you making us wait!”, “Come on Gerry, Gerry move on!”, “Tsk! You old fool!”, “Where the ‘ell ‘ave yo bin then?” and my favourite of those I heard; “Who let you out again?” Hehehe, True! A witty gang, bless em.
Hobbling down to the building, I saw that the workmen were now up to the floor below mine with the support fitting metal frames erections. When I got up, and in the flat, the noise was horrendous, and I had a headache within minutes. But no point in complaining, it’s got to be done.
Put the computer on to record the appointment for the INR Blood Test for Monday 13th, and guess what? I have a Dentists appointment at the same time. Krapgunglespit, another Whoopsiedangleplop! Never mind, tomorrow I’ll call on the dentist and explain the situation and cancel it until later.
While I had the machine on, I did a Morrison Order.
Got the nosh ready.
The chicken was delicious, and I managed to get around the teeth problems by breaking bits off of the leg and cutting them up. But still caught the incisors a few times making me jump. Haha!
Well shattered and worn out now, I put the washing in the bowl, sat down, put a DVD on and promptly fell asleep.
Sister Jane stirred me back to life with a phone call. She said that the Police from Pegasus had called her, they had been trying to get in touch with me to confirm whether I needed to stay on or go off the register with them. I had forgotten to tell them about my change of address. She kindly said she would thank them for me and cancel my listing tomorrow. I felt so guilty as she was informing me and rightly telling me off and saying: “People like you must annoy them, so, not answering their letters.” As she spoke, I did recall getting a letter forwarded from the old place but have no idea what I did with it now. Perhaps it was during one of my blank spots or dizzy spells I don’t know. But I felt all the self-loathing and hatred coming on again. Janet told me to wait to visit her until she had her operation and had got back home, then she might want a visit later, to cheer her up. Most sensible thought that. I hope things go well for her and she can wear what footwear she fancies afterwards. I might go with her or meet her in town so she can pick out a pair of shoes she fancys for Christmas and her Birthday?
Depressed, I tried to get back to sleep, and eventually I managed it.
Then the new Fire Alarm Shaker went off under the back cushion! The Strobe did not activate, though. As we all (Most of us anyway) know, I get confused much more lately, and this did me no good at all. I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and put my hearing aids in, looked out of the window, no signs of any brigade in attendance.
Felt the door handle on the main door with the back of my hand, no heat, so I opened it, no sounds of any alarm activation sounding?
After this, I could no longer sleep at all. So I stayed up and updated this diary. The compunction and penitential thoughts combined with fretting about the alarm made sure there would be no more sleep tonight.
I must remember to let Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana know about this. If it is to give false alarms like this often, I’d sooner not have it installed.
0100hrs: A rotten ending to a bad day, and lousy start to another.
0220hrs: Woke, with evidence of much nocturnal nibbling having taken place during what little sleep I’d gotten, with an acidulous taste in my mouth and throat?
I dislodged my ever growing torso from the £300 second-hand recliner and hobbled into the kitchen to make a brew. I felt like I should make it in an aspergillum; such was the guilty feeling inside of the encephalon, and mind. I suffered from such strong feelings of self-reproach, self-condemnation, feelings of guilt, pangs of conscience, contrition, almost disgrace! After a few moments and stubbing my toe on the bucket I’d left out to remind myself to mop the floor today, I decided whatever I was dreaming about was most likely the reason for this extra-depth depression.
I took a look at the notepad.
There was not much scribbled on it, and I could not decipher what there was anyway.
The last line may start with Picklement? There were no memories or recollections of any details either.
I think that maybe it is a good thing that I cannot recall the nightmare. Considering how it has left me feeling?
Did the Health Checks and took the morning medications with the tea.
Then off to the Porcelain Throne. A little messy again, but there was no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, the teeth or Little Inchy.
Onto the computer and finalised the Saturday Chronicle.
Started this one off up to here.
0420hrs: Did the WordPress reading next. Checked the Emails and comments.
0549hrs: Facebooking started.
0800hrs: Took a photograph of the amazingly coloured sky put there.
Had another wee-wee and put the kettle on again.
Started working on another TFZer graphic next.
Nearly ten-o-clock now, I’ll maketh a cuppa and get the ablutions tended to. I nice long shave shower and scrub-up. The weather was so cold. I’ll put the heater on early in the wet room methinks.
Took a nice shower, shave etc.
I got the fish out of the freezer in readiness to go into the oven. A big lump of smoked Cod. I don’t think much will be needed to eat along with this dollop of fish, so I decided tomatoes and one small potato would be enough when I eat the meal later.
I decided to take a hobble up and through the Tree Copse and back down the hill to the flats.
Only a very short hobble, but despite my not feeling on top form, I considered a little exercise would do me some good. Better than being inactive I think.
Dressed and wrapped up well I exited through the foyer doors.
By gum, it was so cold out there. The cunning sun was shining brightly, but not emitting any heat at all. Brrr!
Took this photo to my right, and then turned to face the other way and took this excellent example of a glaring sun with its lack of warmth, along Chestnut Way.
Up the gravel hill and over to the Copse. It felt a bit eerie in a way, no dogs, owners, ankle-snappers or birds about at all?
With the bright but sinisterly cold sun helping me with the photographing, I made my way up the path at the side of the trees. The poor Copse was already looking a little sad, a sign of winter and the bad weather to come.
I hope the Meteorological merchants are wrong about the snow being on the way. Really cold, by the time I got to the top of the hill and out of the Copse. Despite the hard going and Anne Gyna starting off.
Leaving the trees, the sun provided me with a shot of my shadow. It was here that I realised I’d taken the umbrella with me?
Up to the path and right near the family and kids cafe and play area. A lot of dogs walking their owners in this area.
I walked around and down back towards the flats at the bottom of the hill.
Underfoot was a bit dodgy here.
The walkway was blogged with what seemed like millions of Autumnal leaves.
Not wanting to sound like an aretaloger, but I was pleased with how well I managed to struggle down to the flats area. Hippy Hilda and Anne Gyna both giving me some stick in their respective styles. Hehe!
I should have known better than to get feeling satisfied and cocky with myself… At the bottom of the incline turning right, I slipped on mud hidden under the dry leaves. I didn’t go over, though. But Hilda Hips was hassled an not harmlessly with my sudden imitation of a hippopotamus ballet dancing to try to keep his balance! Very sad, yet so comical at the time. I wondered if this was caught on the CCTV camera? Hahaha!
Limpingly, red-facedly and painfully I made my way to the apartment’s foyer. Fellow tenant Roger was sat in there, and we had a little chinwagging session. Apart from him being able to hear without any aids, we both, I found, shared a lot of ailments. And his Hippy Hilda was also not in a good mood with him either. Bade him farewell and up to the apartment and onto the Porcelain Throne. Messy again, so I decided to take the medications and added an extra painkiller for Hilda and an ADRC capsule to the dosages.
Getting the fish into the oven, and Sister Jane rang. Hubby Pete had gone out, and she had time to call me. A very good natter was held.
Anne Gyna calmed down now, the hobbling had stopped, and even Hippy Hilda was not so painful now.
I got the nosh served up. It looked and smelt appealing. Very illusory and ambiguous! I decided never to freeze any fresh fish again. Everything, bar the lemon dessert on the tray was terrible. The bread too hard, the tomatoes foul and bitter, the potato tasteless and the fish tasted and masticated like cardboard! Still, no bother with the teeth. Humph!
Washed the pots up and settled to watch something on the box. Nodded-off and woke in the dark, with the noise of fireworks outside.
So I rose and took some photographs from the kitchen window.
I think I’ll do a WordPress blog page with these photographicalisations tomorrow, along with yesterday’s efforts.
I took about twenty shots in all, but am aware that some (Many!), would not be up to scratch nor unusable.
Belatedly did the Health Checks and medications taken.
Back to the £300 second-hand recliner and soon drifted off again.
0120hrs: This morning’s expergefaction in the £300 second-hand recliner was a surprisingly pleasant affair. For I had feared that Hippy Hilda would still be giving me grief after yesterdays sufferings, but she had calmed down so much now.
0139hrs: Washing sorted and down to the laundry room. Set the machine and back up to the apartment. Took these photos looking into and out of the laundry room.
0150hrs. Back up into the mini-home.
Porcelain Throne session, oh dear… Splattering, spluttering, windy and wet!
I thought, pondered and showed my dubiety in failing to make a decision about whether I should or shouldn’t take a capsule at this stage, to help alleviate and mitigate these worrying symptoms? Which meant I didn’t have any, rightly or wrongly? Huh!
Got the medications take and did the pots for next week.
0220hrs: Did the Health Checks and it was soon time to go back down to move the washing from machine to the dryer.
Both lifts were operational this morning.
Cleaned the washer filter and casing, got the stuff out and into the drying drum. Oh dear, what a mess in there.
The filter had not been clean out, so I got that done before putting the clothes in and setting it going.
0240hrs: Then back up to the apartment and back on the Porcelain Throne. Another spludgy session, so I did take one of the ADRC capsules this time. Still not sure if I should have – my incertitude persists. Tsk!
I took this picture down outside. This was taken before the mist fog and rain got heavier later on.
I got on with finishing the Friday diary and graphicalisationing when necessary. The time flew by, and it was soon time to go and retrieve the washing.
0318hrs: Bit of a farce with the lifts again as I pressed the call button. Lift one was on the 14th floor, lift two on the ground floor. Number two came up straight passed my 12th up to the 13th floor. Then down to the 6th floor, down to the ground floor – at this time lift no. 1 started to go down from the 14th passing my storey again, to the 2nd floor, lift two came back up and I was delighted to say, it stopped for me to get on!?!?!
Got the washing out of the dryer, folded and into the bag. Cleaned the filter, inner drum and casing.
As I kept bending (No hearing aids in of course) and stretching to do the cleaning, I noticed the left-hand pocket of my jacket was soaking wet! I’d forgotten that I had put an antiseptic spray in there to use on the drum and bin, and had been setting it off as I kept bending down. A perfect example of my occasional Plonkishness? Hahaha! It had gone through to my undies and flesh. I photoed it when I got back up. Fool! Still, I smelt nice!
0349hrs: Got the clobber put away and was amazed at how the weather had changed so quickly.
Seeing this, the idea came to me, for a possible funny Eerie Photograph. So I tried this one, with the hopes that it came out showing behind me in the kitchen, outside and the fog and heavy rain with me waving in between.
Easy for me to recognise the features in it, but anyone not knowing the layout would have difficulty in seeing it, I think.
Never mind, I did me bestest. I tried to get it more precise using Photopaint and CorelDraw, but it didn’t work, so I kept the original one. I’ll post it the TFZ site later.
Making another mug of tea, and I dropped the wet tea bag on the floor. Bear it up, and getting back up again proved a more difficult and hazardous exercise than I needed at this time. Still, persistence paid off, and I did get back upright again… eventually.
I did consider pressing the Wrist-Alert-Alarm but am glad I didn’t.
Finished the Friday post and started to update this one to here.
WordPress Reading next.
Did some graphic tops for upcoming Inchcock Todays.
1155hrs: Made another mug of tea and back onto Coreldraw, doing TFZer graphic work preperationing.
0315hrs: Got the nosh ready.
Potato Farls topped with cheddar cheese, mash with cheese and Balsamic vinegar, tomatoes with balsamic vinegarette, pickled egg, mini caramelised pork pie followed by a Lemon Fool dessert. I ate nearly all of it, with difficulty due to the poorly teeth.
Health Checks, medications and Clementine Juice.
Nodded and woke for hours, before eventually almost springing awake at the noise of fireworks close-by.
Got the light on, the TV was still on, signs of nocturnal nibbling scattered around, unreadable scribble on the notepad about a dream. Stomach rumbling.
So I got up and stood for ages at the kitchen window with the camera trying to get a decent photographicalisation of the pyrotechnics.
Many times after waiting for them to shoot skywards, I’d click the button, but by the time the camera took the shot, they had died off.
In the early hours of the morning, I tried to get to sleep again.
I gave up around 0230hrs, dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and went to make a mug of tea.
0100hrs: Woke with a few vague memories of a dream. In a vast room, everything seemed azuline… desks, exams, test papers and angels floating about?
Nocturnal nibbling suspected, judging by the empty cheese nibble packets, lid off of the sweet jar and suspicious crumbs on my overweight wobbly belly. Cleaned things up and struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner to the porcelain throne. I was sure that the rumbling innards indicated a massive and urgent need for an evacuation – but no. Much wind and effort did not produce any movement.
Put the kettle on and did the Health Checks.
Medications were taken, a mug of tea poured and back to the computer to finish yesterday’s Inchcock Today and posted it off.
WordPress Reading and commenting next.
Then Email checks.
Then onto Facebooking.
Worked on CorelDraw and CorelPaint Graphicationalisastioning.
This is TFZer, Nancy, from America.
The innards called me off to utilise the Porcelain Throne.
Not good.
Back on the CorelDraw and created this TFZer graphic. Took me a few hours to get it anything as I wanted.
I got it posted and just hope it gets a few comments like and cheers folks up a bit.
Then I made one of myself in the flat as a zombie, vision, phantom, spectre, ghost or whatever you like to call it.
Just for the fun of it, I added text about my losing weight.
Which, is a little bit of a fib come naughty thing to claim when I posted it to Facebook.
Hehehe!
Got on with the ablutionalisationing session.
Rubbish to the chute and then off to the bus stop along Chestnut Walk.
The builders looked busy today.
Up to the request stop and met three or four other tenants awaiting the arrival of the buses.
Mary, Welsh William, Irene and Doreen were there on the seating. Many others joined us, making around fifteen or so of us. When the buses arrived together, only Mary and I got onto the City Bound one. We sat next to each other and Mary was in excellent communicative form.
Dropped off in town and visited the Wilko Store. I got bleach, cleaners and batteries. Paid and off to the Poundworld Shop. They didn’t have any screw-lid containers. Got some nibbles and raffle prizes though.
Oh, and some single-serving packs of Crunchy-Nut Cornflakes.
As I came out of Poundworld, I thought I was being attacked by pigeons for a moment… Hehe!
I think someone had dropped some food or crumbs?
They had a right fight with other to get at whatever it was.
I crossed over the road to go see if the Poundland Shop had any of the containers I wanted, in stock.
They didn’t either, so I got some cheapo ones to manage with. I hope they keep the biscuits fresh for me. I got some chocolate nut nibbles as well.
I came out and took this picture along Milton Street facing out of town.
There was a street performer, playing a squeezebox, poorly.
I thought about taking his photograph but decided this might be the situation: as he eyed me with a Godfather-like threatening glare. Better safe than sorry I thought!
Passing Clinton Street again, and I noticed the roadworks fencing had blocked easy access to many of the stores there.
I felt a little sad for the owners of these stores. They had antisocial behaviour, competition and shoplifters to cope with, without further hassle. Tsk!
Hobbled along Upper Parliament Street towards the L9 bus stop, and spotted and photographed the rear-end of one of the new buses on King Street. This is one of the £17m fleets of Scania double-deckers powered by a biogas produced from sewage and waste, via anaerobic digestion. But you probably already knew that; I had to look it up. Hehe!
This group of Nottinghamians with the terribly dirty-looking dog, passed by as I crossed over the road. Seconds later as the disappeared down King Street, I heard the dog barking and growling?
I spent a few minutes just stood on that corner looking around and growing more depressed as I did so. The many shops closed, the aggressiveness of pedal cyclists, motorists, no sign of any policemen, the generally sad expressions on the peoples’ faces. The looks from the younger folk, all angst, sneering and contempt ridden. Few smiles or laughter around.
I soon came out of my depressing reverie, as I turned to walk down to the bus stop, Hilda Hip gave me a jolt and brought me out of it alright! Hehe! So painful, I got the collapsible walking stick out. I hate it when I have to use this!
The Nottingham Street Art from yesterday had been cleaned up but replaced with some more today. What was out of the picture on the right, was disgusting! I didn’t mean to miss it off, but I am glad I missed it now.
The bus was late and had nowhere to pull in to pick anyone up and had to stop in the middle of the road. I went down thinking it would pull-up there, and it went to the top and parked. By the time I got strugglingly and limping back up the hill, luckily a chap had seen me and told the driver who waited for to get there, and I made it in time. I thanked the bloke.
Enroute, two tenants got on the bus, but did not see me and settled for a gossip between themselves for a while. Ethel and Mary, it was. (I think that’s their names, I get confused you know, Haha!).
Back at the complex and Mary and I went up in the lift, we cheerio’d each other, and I carried on up the 12th storey and straight into the wet room for a wee-wee. Like Dean Martin’s song, ‘Just in time’!
Took an extra painkiller with the medications. Health Checks were done and got the dinner cooking.
Drained again now, I got the Rumpole of the Baily DVD on, and my pendulous, droopy body into the recliner with a large mug of Clementine juice to sip on.
Fell asleep of course.
When I woke, I went to check on the nosh. Cut the boiled potato in half and topped them with cheese, into the oven to brown off a bit. Stayed awake for nearly a full episode of Rumpole.
Served up the nosh, added some Vegemite and Balsamic Vinegar Sauce to the potatoes and beans. The battered sausages were too much (Hard) for me to eat with the poorly teeth, so left them. The min pork pie I’d warmed a little, and this made it eatable with little pain. Overall, I gave this one a 7.5/10 rating. Shame about the sausage.
Back to the £300 second-hand recliner and dined well.
It grew dark quickly tonight, and rain was undoubtedly on the way. The view outside was almost Dickensianesque I thought?
Hippy Hilda had eased of a lot now, and I drifted off watching the DVD and dreamt away to my hearts content. No idea what about.
Woke to go to the Porcelain Throne, much bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, but no soreness much.
I fell asleep on the Throne. Woke up, what I believed was a few seconds later, to find it had been two hours. Tsk!
