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Thursday 7th September 2017
0335hrs: Woke in the £300 second-hand recliner with the stomach rumbling away. Sure that I dreamt earlier something about my being inside a body, and trying to wash off graffiti from the Sigmoid Colon innards. (Where did I get this name from, is it real or did I make it up in the dream?) I was wearing a butchers apron as I used too many years ago when working at the Nottingham Cooperative Society as Greenfruit and Wetfish shop manager? This was the first time in weeks I think that I recalled actual parts of a nightmare.
My innards put an end to by pondering over my hey-days as the rumblings turned violent and I hastily struggled out of the chair and to the wet room and much-needed Porcelain Throne. Where the almost burning pains were alleviated as I painfully and messily evacuated the contents and had a good clean-up. I fear my thinking is becoming dereistic?
Into the kitchen and did the Health Checks, made a brew in the new second-hand mug and shuddered at the weight I had gained overnight, and this just after a heavy Porcelain Throne exodus, too! Tsk!
I took a Loperamide Hydrochloride capsule, to try and counterbalance the return of the dreaded Trotsky Terence!
Sys 158, Dia 63, Pulse 76, Temp 35.8 and the tonnage (Hehe!) at 14.97!
Buying the silly mug yesterday, I am sure, is a sign of my becoming an oniomania sufferer, (CBD) and think I may have to mention it to someone in the know?
Back to get the computer going, and signs of overnight nibbles were found. Guilt and self-reproach had to be repelled!
Started this post going up to here, and then begun to finish off yesterdays when a second call to the Porcelain Throne arrived.
And what an unpleasant affair this one was again. Luckily I had the pen and crossword book stored in the wet room for such occasions. Any tips? Hehehe!
Back to the diary updating. With a couple of visits to the Porcelain Throne interrupting the proceedings.Then… recognition of a Calamitus Whoopsiedangleplop made earlier!
Then… recognition of a Calamitus Whoopsiedangleplop made earlier!
Muggings here had taken a Senna tablet in error for a Diah-Limit one! This could be interesting. Oh, dearie me!
I got the pod peas and orange peppers into the Crock-Pot with some brown sugar to the marinade, them to use later.
Realised I’d forgotten the mushrooms and sliced a few and added them afterwards.
Finally got the Wednesday diary done and posted off. Then checked the Emails and responded to them and WordPress.
A little time left before I had to get the things ready for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour, so I had a go on Facebook.
Onto the ablutionisationing session. Far fewer cuts shaving today, Trotsky Terence intervened once, teggies, medicationalisationing of certain quarters, got the new trousers on and took the rubbish bags to the chute.
Collected the bag of raffle prizes and nibbles and set out for the Winwood shed.
No folks or workmen in sight as I took a slow amble down to the shed. Taking two photographicalisations of flowers on the grass verge that were near the bus stop.
Nature is marvellous, it is just a shame it took me all these years to get around to appreciate it more.
Just one berry left on this giant bush, looking so lonely with the others dying around him. This yellow flower was the only one of the hundreds around that did not have a centre pattern?
Into the hut, there were a few more residents here this week compared to last. They demolished the nibbles in short order, many taking two, one for their partner who can’t get to the meeting. I can see what will happen now, those without a partner will be wanting two next week! Hehe!
No BJ this week, but I remembered he is on holiday in Cornwall, and next month two weeks in Ireland. Jealous? Me?
Folks seemed in a decent mood.
When I left early to catch the bus to Arnold, a lorry arrived delivering hardcore.
I meant to get the man in the pictures little dog in the frame but missed him. The tiny spirited thing didn’t half have a go at the lorry when it passed them, making the two of them jump a little.
A lot of tenants arrived to catch a bus, and the lady from the end home came, and we had an excellent nattering session. This girl lives in the Home at the end of Chestnut Drive. Briarwood Court ran by Metropolitan, it provides accommodation for people with learning disabilities. Accommodation consists of a four-bedroom house and seven self-contained single flats. They provide white goods, and there is a communal washing machine and tumble drier. A key-worker provides fifteen hours per week of one-to-one support in the customer’s home. Support is provided for as long as each client needs it, with the intention that they develop the skills and confidence to eventually live independently. (Found the above details on the web) The poor thing was in a bit of a confused state and very worried about them hassling her about her loss of weight. She had lost three stone in a year, and I think they were trying to help her to gain weight. They have a holiday she can go on for free, to the Mediterranean, but say she must get her weight up to 8 stone, or she will not be allowed to go on it. She told me of the things happening to her and people getting upset with her. Perhaps they are trying to get her to understand things health wise for her benefit? I don’t know anything other than what she tells me but felt a little honoured that she chose to say it to me.
During the chinwagging, on the bus, she asked if it would be possible for her to attend the Winwood Social Hour. Bill (William on Sundays) and Roy both said I should ask one of our Obergruppenfurheresses. Maybe I could invite her as a friend? She is a gentle lady, and I believe she needs extra help than she is getting. I wish I could assist in some way. When Warden Deana returns from her holiday, I will inquire.
I did offer her a nibble, and she thanked me and took one, a Penguin bar but will she eat it? Bless her.
Dropped off the bus in Arnold and went straight to Asda. Where I had a long slow hobble around and ended up spending far too much on unneeded fodder again. Humph! I bought Nibbles for the meetings, a parsnip, carrot, red onion, leek, bread thins and two beef slices in pastry.
Went to get the bus and missed it. Tsk! Decided to have a look around the shops before catching the bus going the other way, and staying on it to come back again on the way to town. Does that make sense?
Hobbled to the Iceland store, bought nothing.
Then out and along to the Fulton Foods shop, where they had some very cheap offers on nibbles, and I purchased a box of – Lamb steaks in rosemary and mint sauce cook-in-the-bag style. Might have one of these tomorrow with some Crock-Pot veg cooked in seasoned with lamb gravy water? The last ones of these I had, were mostly bone, but the gravy was excellent. And, very cheap at £2.99 a pack.
To the bus stop, long way out to Bestwood and then back to Arnold and then Daybrook, Sherwood and the flats.
The leek that I had bought was smelling so strong, the scent came out from the bottom of the bag on my knees and made my eyes water Hahaha! I bet this one will be tasty?
The Briarwood lady and Roy and Bill (William on Sundays) and Welsh Bill got on in Sherwood, and we chatted.
Hobbled to the flats with Welsh Bill and a lady. She had a moan on the way about lack of movement with the apartments, and said how she had requested that the bus move the stop to nearer put flats. I mentioned that it might cause more difficulties as there would not be room for it to turn around at the end. But she would not have it, all she was interested in was not having to walk so far. Hehe!
Imagine if the bus was at the end turning like she wanted, and a lorry arrived like this one from earlier today?
Got in, Throne. Got the dinner on the go. Beef pie with trimmings.
Back at the apartment: A Porcelain Throne Visit – messy again, Trotsky Terence lingering still. Turned the computer on updated this diary a bit. Then, got the nosh sorted.
Got the nosh sorted.
Mushrooms, yellow peppers, last of the fresh garden peas, hash browns, lousy tasting bitter tomatoes, apple, Marmite crisps and a beef pie.
Not the best of meals, but a worthy 7.9/10.
Did the health Checks, took the medications and had a glass of spring water.
Fatigued again, I washed up and settled to watch ‘Hussle’ on the DVD.
I got through a whole three episodes without a single nod-off!
Had to visit the Porcelain Throne, a messy session again. Trotsky Terence and a rumbling tummy. Tsk!
Cleaned me and things up and took an Acute Diarrhorea capsule. This got me through the night alright, Throne visiting-wise. Hehe! Bearing in mind the earlier Whoopsiedangle plop with the Trotsky medications, it might have been worse.
The nodding off started minutes after I’d got back into the £300 second-hand recliner. I’m sure many dreams were had, but remember nothing of them, other than a sense, a feeling, that the school days were in them somewhere.
Woke early with a jump at 0235hrs?
Back up to the apartment. 
Started the computer and to work on finishing yesterdays post. Time to go down and move the clobber from washer to dryer. Down in lift number one. Moved the things and up in lift number two.
Once back up, I set the timer to remind me when the dryer should be finished and pressed on with the Health Checks. Sys149 Dia 74 Pulse 80 Temp 34.1, all looking fair enough, but the weight was 14.88 again. Huh! 
Down to collect the washing in lift number one this time.
Wiped around and cleaned the filters and back to the lift. I paused to take a look at the book shelves despite the lack of lighting and spotted something that shouldn’t have been there.
Put the gear away in the airing cupboard.
Inchy needed gentle treatment after cleansing, with the Dakacort and antisepticalisationing. Poor little thing. Huh!
recycling stuff down with me on the hobble to Sherwood. Dropped the box near the caretake
hill, I saw that the Council was doing some work on the bus stop near the Laundry. I had to cross over the road, because they had blocked off the pavement, right at the most dangerous part of a double bend. Humph!
Down the surprising traffic free hill and into Sherwood and called at the bank to get some spending money. I like going there, getting belittled and looked down on can be very therapeutic, I’ve heard.
some cooked belly pork with herbs and garlic.
Walking along, I saw that a new eatery was being got ready for opening on Mansfield Road.
The only one of these above still open is the Polish Ania restaurant.
some Charity Shops, Mind, Sue Ryder and Hope, where I got an odd looking mug that took my fancy.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dear! Haemorrhoid Harry bleeding freely again. Made right mess that needed cleaning up. Getting low on Haemorrhoid Harry’s cream now. Titivated things and back to the recliner room, found a note on the arm of the 
chair.
Balsamic boiled sliced potatoes, with beetroot vinegarette, Mushroom & Pork Pate, tomatoes in balsamic vinegarette, potato letters. Peas and a rather overcooked yet tasty beef pie – and; The apple that Pete kindly stole from his neighbour’s tree and gave to me yesterday. Hehe!
Up the lift with its flickering lights, and got a brew made and took the morning medications.
to the laundry room. The elevator lights were still flickering and flashing, I know not why.
usual today.
The trays where you put the soap powder if you use it, and freshener were clogged up with old powder, and the front of the machines had spillage stuck to it. Cleaned up both machines.
The next one warns of Travellers who have set up camp in Woodthorpe Grange Park at the top.
I went outside to take this ‘Moody’ attempt of a photographicalisation of the apartments frontage.
The weather was pleasant as I wandered off into the shrubbery in search of an other Nottingham Nature photograph.
fetched Fooey down, and a fuss was made. I fed him a tube of liquefied cat food he liked and had a chinwag with him.
Their garden looked in super form.
gals and guys in the garden along with me. The idea being that I doctor a photo of a TFZer and put it alongside me in the graphic?
them.
Jane & Pete with Fooey outside their glazed patio doors.
And this set Hilda Hip off again.
When I went into the kitchen to sort the meal out, I got sidetracked again, this time by the wonderful view outside.
rst I thought this warm wet feeling was from Trotsky Terence, but no, just crimson red blood to deal with.
Finally I got to the fodder and consumed it – and if only I could have got it while it was hot and not reheated, this might have been one of the best ever! For I enjoyed it all the same.
Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana called on me to check out if I had done the monthly Wrist Alarm battery checks. I reported that I had. (I don’t think she believed me judging by the semi-concealed obliquely s
So I took an extra Omeprazole capsule with medications.
Checked the Emails: Sister Jane sent one granting me permission to visit her on Friday.
Parliament Street, things seemed a bit bleak as I struggled to keep my balance.
I called in the market there to look at the shirts the Afghanistani stallholder chap had on offer.
I noticed some Nottingham Street Art on the way.
This photograph does not show the price ticket, so I thought I might use it as a ‘Price Competition’ on their site later?
When the bus got on a bit further, May got on the bus. We chatted, and when we arrived at the flats, I was able to assist with getter her trolley off of the vehicle.
Went in to repeatedly check the fodder, and leant out of the balcony to tak this shot ofthe kids on the park up the hill.
The meal was wonderful, and despite Duodenal Donald’s attentions, I enjoyed eating it.
Around 0425hrs, Trotsky Terence forced me to dismount the £300 second-hand recliner and visit the Porcelain Throne. As I got out and stood up, the pain from my left big toe was enough to make me take a closer look. Blood blister? Tsk, another toe-stubbing I cannot remember doing!
Peered out of the window and took this photographicalisation of the road below.
Ailments all seemed very kind to me this morning.
I had made some scribbled notes on the pad and was having difficulty in reading this word on the right that I’d scrawled.
As I took this photograph through the front of the bus windscreen, I have to admit that a Senior Moment/Whoopsiedangleplop developed. Not funny at the time, but it is now; I completely forgot why I was going to town on the bus!
Up the hill and down into the City Centre.
I nearly took a different route to the bus stop, that would have meant my proceeding down this road in the picture on the right.
I passed this new piece of Nottingham Street Art on the way
A new Nottingham bus was spotted. These are ones that run of animal-pooh and not diesel.
The ready meal was called: Monterey Jack & Smokey bacon loaded Fries. I added lots of shredded strong cheddar cheese on top, and after it had cooked, mini tomatoes and three little soy boiled potatoes.
room for a wee-wee again.
Walked up to the Copse, and had a little wander around.
A bit further along towards the Social Hour Shed, I espied dozens of flies showing interest in a nettle leaf. As I got the camera ready to picture them, all but this one flew off.
To the bus stop and a chinwag or two there, and into Town.
Paid for them and out over and through the Victoria Centre Mall and out and up to Trinity Square. Not many people about in this neck of the woods.
Island. Spotting the mobile-sign about the closure of the Broad Marsh Car Park, I thought that after going to the Audio Centre to be spoken down to and sneered at (If things go as usual there, that is), I’d go and take some photos of the collapsed wall car park on Mount Street.
The first task was to get across the road and up Standard Hill, on Park Row.
Looked at the new student’s flats that were built last year.
Then down and over Maid Marion Way and down St James street into the city centre.
lens ___?___ on them. (I can’t remember the word, but I knew I’d never heard it before). He walked away giving me a look that told me he thought I was either lying, stupid or both?
into Marks & Spencers Food Hall in their basement. Fatal for the waistline and bank balance this turned out to be. Huh!
Paid my dues and up and out into Wheeler Gate.
Back at the flats, the plates were giving me some grief. Got in, had a wee-wee and got the meal started cooking. Rostis, tomatoes, mini cheese pork pie, mushrooms, beetroot, free range chicken leg, a slice of wholemeal bread and an apple. Lemon curd yoghourt to follow.
The plates were a little sore, so I abandoned the idea of a walk and got the food ready.
0248hrs: The accoutrements and clothes gathered, I made my way down to the laundry room. I got the machine going after having to clean some pink gooey stuff off of the drum, left presumably from the last user.
Had a wee-wee, and went to make a brew and have a mug of Thompson’s super-tasty-strong tea and take the medications. Twas here that I realised that only Anne Gyna out of all the ailments, was giving me any grief. Oh, that’s not right, I forgot about Arthur Itis and Craig Cramps who are both currently having a go at the fingers. No complaining from me, though. The Rumbling Innards, Hippy Hilda, Duodenal Donald, Dizzy Dennis, Hernia Harry, Reflux Roger, and Shaking Shaun are all acting most kindly to me. The boils had disappeared. Even Trotsky Terence has eased off massively now.
0300hrs: Time to go down and move the gear from the washer to dryer.
0435hrs: Back down to the Laundry Room to collect and collate the clothes. Got them sorted.
In one of the two lifts, the number twelve button does not light up, in fact, it broke the day I moved in.
Began this diary.
Down Winchester Street Hill and hobbled through the side streets onto Mansfield Road.
down into Carrington.
I walked straight passed the Sherrington Park Surgery, as far as the Tavistock Court Flats before realising.
Walked down into Carrington with the aim of visit the pharmacy to find out when the next prescriptions are due to be collected and then Lidl to get some bread. (This did not happen)
Limped down to Lidl, and found the property a shell, with everything gone from inside and workmen clearing things out?
Spotted some more Nottingham Street Art on the corner outside the store.Got a bus back into Sherwood and called in the Polish Food Shop. Spent a lot of dosh there, got some belly pork with herbs and garlic,
To the bus stop and a nattering with some other residents waiting alongside me.
Got the super-sandwiches sorted. Continental bread, sliced English tomatoes dabbled with balsamic vinegar, and belly pork with herbs and garlic.
of the first one, and it was time to retrieve the nuggets from the oven.