Saturday 21st October 2017
Luxembourgish:Ā Samschden 21. Oktober 2017
0145hrs: I stirred and lay there pondering on the dream I’d been having, what few bits I could recall faded into the ether in seconds. All I could sense was they were not happy dreams.
My body wanted to pandiculate, but the ailmentsĀ (Anne GynaĀ andĀ ArthurĀ Itis) prevented my being brave enough to attempt to.
I thought of my escapades Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas I’d suffered from the buses this past week and some ideas came into the grey-cell box for an ode I might try to do about them.
I struggled to get my scarily pantagruelian body-mass out of the Ā£300 second-hand recliner. So much so, I went to weigh this whale-like two-legged temple of overweight Falstaffian look-a-like old chap. Oh dear!Ā 
Made a brew and did the Health Checks and took last nights medications that I forgot to take them then. Must remember to take the morning ones later. Tsk!
Made a start on this diary up to here then finalised yesterdays. This work took a while with all the photographicalisations needing sorting. I did not enjoy doing this one, too many Whoopsiedangleplops needed explaining and trying to get the complicated scenarios clear was not easy.
Made a Diary top-graphic and checked the Emails. Then did some WordPress reading. Got some good comments today, and returned my thoughts to them.
Made another mug of tea and took the morning medications.
Took this photo out of the kitchenĀ window, the rain coming down andĀ the wind blew into the flat. There will be a reason for the odd positions of the parked cars. Some residents will need more room to disentangle themselves from the vehicle than others.
Moved onto Facebooking next, fingers crossed that it will let me get something done on it without freezing this time.
Went to brew another mug of tea, and took this attempted Panoramic view of outside.
Not too pleased with it. It was much mistier and grey than how it came out?
Back to Facebooking. Then had a search for the slow-cooker recipes for belly pork. Got the meat sliced and into the Crock-Pot, but unfortunately had a Dizzy Dennis attack while seasoning the brew in the pot. I can’t remember what I put into it. When the head cleared, this is what it looked like.
I found, scattered around the kitchen tops: Light Soy Sauce, garlic paste and tomato and herb tubes, wine vinegar, distilled vinegar and an empty jar of tomato sauce for Italian dishes and a bottle of American BBQ sauce? Surely I couldn’t have put all that in with the pork slices?
Found the timer running down at 3hrs 54minutes, which seemed right, 4 hours slow cooking for pork I think. The controls were on low. Just cannot recall doing it all.
As I put away the flavourings, the thought that I’d made a Whoopsiedangleplop of Gargantuan proportions could not be removed from my mind. This is going to be a meal that is going to be uneatable, I’m sure. Rechecked the pot and found I’d added some fresh tomatoes to it as well, a lot of them.Ā Then I saw the empty bottle of Buckwood Maple Syrup in the bin. Oh heck! I could poison myself, Tsk!
It all smelt rather like a, erm, I don’t know. Nothing I’ve ever eaten had had a pong like this one.
Made an order for grocery delivery while the brain was working alright(ish). Hehe!
Doing the Email replying and the phone went. It was BJ asking if I wanted to go to Papplewick Pumping Station, which was nice of him. I thanked him and accepted his offer. But now I have got to rush about to get ready in time. He’ll ring me when he’s on the way so I can get down to meet him in the car.
Turned everything off and got the ablutions done. Midway through and the doorbell chimed out. What an imbroglio as I opened the door with the towel wrapped around my morbidly obese body to find a lady delivery driver stood there. Must have been a terrible shock for her. The parcel was for 72, but at the other block of flats. Back into the wet room and finished off the ablutions.
BJ rang to let me know he and David were on their way.
Got the nibbles in the bag and got down to walk to the end of the road. BJ papped his horn to let me know I’d just walked right past his car. He fooled me by coming in a new car. Hehe! I climbed in, and the three of us conversed en route to the Papplewick Pumping Station.
It was nice to see the volunteers and have a chinwag with a few of them again.
Getting through the gatehouse, the first thing I saw was the BBC Austin Camera Van and a group of people in period costume behind it.
We all made our way to the water storage pond where they were displaying 1939 style firefighting techniques.
BJ asked them if David could have a go at the hoses and they let him.
BJ and David said they would be back at 
the pond for the mock battle and wandered off.
I hobbled around, taking in the musicians of those years, the old vehicles, the mini train and folk enjoying their ride around the track.
I got back to the pond for the mock battle, 
but no signs of BJ or David.
It was a very realistic battle this year, what I saw of it.
So many people were watching it, I got pushed further away as they arrived and had to use the strong zoom to get any photographs.
I continued my stroll around met BJ and David and went in the cafe with them so they could have a cuppa and a chinwag.
Off on my own again, I went inside the boiler room, always a favourite of mine this one, without a doubt.
Felt a bit of a Dizzy Dennis coming on, so I went under the trees and sat on a bench, got the crossword book out and spent an hour or so trying to advance with the crosswords I’d got stuck on earlier. There were plenty of them.
Haha!
I went back into the boiler house and pumphouse for a final wobble around.
The artwork that went into building this place is phenomenal.
I’m going to do a post with all the photographs in later.
BJ rang me to meet them ready to depart, but again I could not find them. BJ is such a charismatic chap that everyone wants to chatter to him, and he had got sidetracked.
Eventually, an hour later than planned, we departed, all content and smiling.
BJ called into the Daybrook Aldi store so David could buy himself some lager. I went in with him to get a pint of milk. Now we know that young Davis is a big a lad, but he amazed me when he bought 2 x 10 bottles of lager, paid for them and put them in a strong carrier bag and went out with him carrying them in one had!
As BJ continued lifting us both, I wondered if the belly pork in the Crock-Pot would be alright.
I thanked him and said my cheerios to the pair of them and made my way up to the apartment. The smell from the cooking pot that greeted me was nice.
Had a wee-wee, got the chips in the oven, returned to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne Session, no problems at all.
So tired and weary now, but the good news was that the belly pork tasted smashing! IT was very soft to masticate too.
Just a shame I can’t remember which seasonings I put in the pot with them! Haha! Whatever they were, they coloured the crock-pot a bright orange that tool a lot of soaking and cleaning afterwards.
Sat with the TV on later, the phone rang, but I was incapable of getting up, I was just done-in. Being around the time that I keep getting a call from some prat telling me he’sĀ from Chucky-Chicken with a delivery for me, I did not answer the thing.
A throbbing headache appeared out of knowhere.
After a wee-wee and wash, I felt things coming together again. Then, when I got the medications out to take with a freshly brewed mug of tea; I realised I only had seven tablets in the day’s box. I was sure there were usually eleven in the morning dosage.
I checked the other pots in the weekly trays. Sure enough, I’d made a right great Whoopsiedangleplop of making this weeks up!
Took the bin bags to the rubbish chute. Ablutions tended to without any shaving cuts and bleeding from the lower rear quarters.
flats. They are still piling in the concrete underground.
The Bestwood bound bus arrived first. Only, I can’t remember her name, kind lady, err.. erm Mo I think, and I got on and had a natter on the way to Arnold. I got off and went into the Sainsbury store. There were no baskets to use, the fish counter had none of the river fish I wanted, and an Arnold Pavement Cyclist nearly ran into a bloke as I left to 
walk into Arnold Centre to visit the open market, and try Asda for the fish and Stilton Cheese Biscuits.
nothing I fancied or needed.
and arrived at the Asda (Walmart) Store.
looked like a regular brown paper bag. She assures me I could just put it in the oven as it is. I was dubious about this and wondered if I’d heard her right. So, on the way around the shop, I got some battered fish fingers and fishcakes to have and froze the fish I’d bought when I got back home. I’ll ask around and find out if it is safe to use the bag in the oven. They did not have any of the Stilton Cheese biscuits in stock either, and no Dettol.
Three others and I got on the bus.
was a problem with the batteries.
there. I explained the situation to them and started to walk up the hill and down through the Woodthorpe Grange Park, then down to the flats. Mary caught up with me and walked together nattering away, back to the apartments.
Got in, and onto the Throne. A lot of bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.
The Porcelain Throne beckoned me at that time, and off I stumbled, out of the Ā£300 second-hand recliner chair, a wibbly-wobbly walk that annoyed Hilda Hips a bit and off to the wet room. I spent a while digesting the writings of the Leningrad book, while the painful evacuation session decided if it was to be a success or a mid-way blockage! The raw pain accompanying the movement made me think that perhaps a submarine torpedo was on its way out! Cor Blimey, what a gut-wrenching, excruciating haemorrhoid tearing session that was! Surprisingly, there was minimal bleeding, though.
0245hrs: In the lift number one, and noticed that the new Wachelino Alien Blob had spread out a bit.
decentish photograph of it on my way to the recycling bin. I noticed that someone had already added some graffiti to it.Ā Huh!
alcoholic concoctions the residents had put there earlier.
Sorted out the photographs and made a start on this diary.
Sadly, another of us old folk have gone again. A lady tenant from Winchester Court. I did not recognise the name but bet I knew her to speak to. This lowered my spirits just a bit for a few moments. I know it can’t be avoided or helped.
Back up the lift and made another brew of tea.
Updated this diary again.
Now, I have two tips for anyone doing this:
Set off to the Windwood Social Hour.
Had a peep out at the bus stop and the rain was pouring down.
one, that was due at the same time of 1030hrs. We waited and waited and a chap from the Winchester Flats, the gambling addict, nice chap, joined us. At 1045hrs, still no bus, they both started to walk down the hill leaving me all alone under my umbrella fruitlessly waiting for the bus that never arrived.
Got back to the flat and got the umbrella drying, took the wet trousers off and a wee-wee that I thought would never end?
Got the chips in the oven and added the beef patsies after 12 minutes, in the hope that they would both be ready at the same time. Set the timer for another 20 minutes and carried on with the updating, to here.
Got the meal sorted.
soak.
Things looked okay, apart from the weight I’m afraid.
Oh, just noticed the reminder note on the TV screen.
I halved some of the bitter-tasting Lidl tomatoes and put them in a dish to 
I opened the kitchen window to take this photograph.
Well, I was going to, but the intercom rang out as the Morrison delivery man arrived.
Got the meal ready, it looked super but in fact, it was not good at all.
A sad figure, I washed up and got down to watch some TV. Nowt on, so I watched a DVD I’d been meaning to get to viewing for ages now.
anyway. Haha!
0400hrs: Made a start on this one. As I did so, I realised I could not hear the winds howling? I returned to open the window and have a look down outside.
I’d forgotten this needed doing, so I checked the paperwork from the Audio Clinic.
In the lift, the Alien Blob had transformed itself; I thought I could see something moving in the gel as it spread out?
Once I got down the hill a bit on the walk to the surgery, the wind was far less bothersome. 
Sherringham Park Surgery in Carrington.
Pavement Cyclist came by me a little close for my liking.
and annoyance.
The horrid tomatoes. I’d soaked them in balsamic vinegar for hours, and this made them just about bearable to eat.
I turned on the TV and settled down to try and watch something or othere, drifted off almost immediately into a dream filled sleep.
Back to the canteen and did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Then as I started this diary going, the flipping whatever it is with the right wrist started again!
Sweetly cured mackerel strips, surimi sticks – both with the new fish sauce (Anchovy) pored on them. Baked beans with balsamic vinegar and softly cooked frits with distilled vinegar. A banana and a lemon Fool Dessert.
Made a note on the scribble-pad to remind me of the Audio Clinic at 1130hrs in the morning.
Woke up with painful pandiculations and convinced it was late morning, around 0600hrs and thought to myself, ‘Well I needed that rest’.
there were more lights from traffic, especially blue emergency flashing lights all along Mansfield Road than usual. Saw the clock and it was only 0012hrs!
Made a start on the graphics for the upcoming Diaries, on CorelDraw. Cost me a good few hours this did. But nice to get in front for a change.
Got the potatoes in the Crock-Pot seasoned with the Polish herbs and added some White Wine Vinegar.
Ablutions were done, and down in lift number one, checked out the Wachilino Alien Blob and down to the bus stop.
Dropped off the bus early and walked up Glasshouse Street to the Aldi Store on Huntingdon Street.
d into the Tesco Store. Got vine tomatoes, milk and distilled vinegar.
As I walked, it seemed that everyone was in a better mood than of late.
Arriving at Milton Street, I was surprised by the lack of people using it?
have something in my hand at the time. Ah-well!
Exchange Walk on my way down to the M&S Foodhall, was a risky route to take for anyone with walking difficulties, so many shoplifters… I mean citizens packed together. At the bottom of the hill was a chap doing a puppet come muppet show, with packed crowds all around him to watch and listen to the chronically loud thumping music he was using. Too risky for me to wade in through that mob to get a photo, though.
Back up Exchange Walk, through the Slab Square and up Queen Street to catch the L9 bus.
indication that he had taken umbrage at my actions.
En route back to the flats, three other tenants got on the bus, and all three ignored my greetings as they passed by to get to a seat.
Super nosh tonight.
I got out of the Ā£300 second-hand recliner and waited for the brain to catch me up. Got the Health Checks done and the medications taken.
Hours later, I got the fodder prepared early than usual. Smoked Haddock, surimi sticks, garden peas and tomatoes halves with balsamic vinegar.
A bloke arrived while we were talking and had ‘done’ the lock in the balcony door in a few minutes and was off.
They were both impressed with Koala Katie who I had placed over a bottle of Balsamic vinegar to show her off.
On the way out I took the rubbish bags to the chute, and empty balsamic vinegar bottle to the still overflowing recycling bin.
Along and up Mansfield Road and near the Sherwood Arms pub, this lass of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist appeared riding towards me.
Up and over the brow of the hill. Only to be faced by another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist coming at me.
Further down the hill and the traffic began to increase.
Walking passed and leaving the altercation behind me, and would you believe it, another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist approached me, from behind this time! I had the camera in my hand still, but so fast was his speed, he was just tiny in the photo, and I zoomed in too! Tsk!
Today’s appointment is so early, after I got a TV magazine from the newspaper shop, that the Lidl store had not opened. So I had a walk around Carrington for a while reminiscing, unhappily. I came across this Nottingham Street Art near the lamppost as I approached the Lidl Store.
Began the march back into Sherwood, with all the foot-slogging yesterday, the feet were painful and stinging now.
Down the hill into Sherwood, and on the opposite side of the road, yet another one of the notorious Nottingham Pavement Cyclists was belting down the slope.
Near the top of the crest of the hill, yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist took my attention. He’d shot across the Pedestrian Pelican Lights at such speed, he nearly hit the lamppost outside the abandoned, soon to be a new Gym property. But he corrected his Wayward-Whoopsiedangleplop well.
Up over the top and down to the Woodthorpe Grange Park gates.
1258hrs: I nipped down to the hut with the cakes for the wardens. Obergefreiteress Julie was in. We had a friendly natter while she worked on her computer, and I put the cream-cakes in their fridge and set off back to the flat. I met Obergruppenfurher Warden Deana and the gal from the building company, and we had a conversation. They would be calling in the morning twixt 0900 > 1100 to do the balcony sealing off.
Got the fish fodder sorted.
Accifauxpa: Stopped trying to do this after I burnt the back of the hand on the oven sides. Antiseptic cream applied.
Checked the Emails.
Are these ailments all sempiternal, will any relief be possible?
ver, the decision not to don my disposable pants last night, after the bleeding, proved to be wrong. Off to the wet room to clean things up, medicate and cream my delicate areas (Hehe!), then belatedly got the pants fitted. Tsk! That Duodenal Donald deemed to flow freely again!
Made the tea, did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Computer utilised again. Got the Health Check records updated on Excel for the nurse tomorrow.
Apart from the weight, all looked okay to me for this morning’s Health Check results. 0410hrs: I got in with updating of yesterday’s diary post.
CorelDraw and made some date and humorous top graphics for the next two days in advance.
I gave Roy some seaweed sticks to try and made my way up the gravel footpath hill
laugh at myself all the same.
It didn’t help when I was about to go over this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist appeared and came close to hitting me, despite my best verbals he ignored mine anyway. Tsk and botherations!
I’d no idea, but every vehicle seemed intent on escaping the place in the competition with the other cars… and sod the old git wanting to cross the road to get to feed his ducks! Hehehe!
around there either. I wandered casually around ended up with twelve items in the shopping basket. One of them from the fresh fish counter, get ready for this “ASC Smoked Coloured Rod-Caught Cobbler River Fish” it said on the label after I bought it. Caught in Vietnam. It did not say whether it was from North or South Vietnam, though!
Into the flat and first thing a wee-wee, then I made up the sign and put in on the TV ready. Fair enough, I missed the ‘D’ off of the blood! Hahaha!
Sainsbury’s had put in a tiny block of lemon and pepper butter (I think) for me to use. I understand now that the lady must have been asking me if I wanted a knob of butter? The fish looked pretty and firm.
Had a look out of the window to see two blokes having an argument at one of the workmen’s entrance gates. No fisticuffs used like, verbal only.
The surimi sticks were lovely, the tomatoes surprisingly tasty, the cheesy potatoes, excellent. The crispy top part had to be masticated carefully due to the teggies.