Thursday 30th March 2017
Russian: Четверг, 30 марта 2017 г.
0355hrs: Woke and for a moment thought was still within the dream I’d been having; Hit myself on the chest thinking for a moment I was still on fire! Can’t recall any real detail other than I was in Edwardian type clothing in a dungeon and the ruff I was wearing was burning along with my moustache?
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner to the porcelain throne, no bother with the heavy duty demands today. Although Haemorrhoid Harold had been bleeding thick red blood, none had leaked out or escaped to ruin or create more jammies to be washed. Good that, Hehehe!
The ailments were, all apart from Anne Gyna, being kind to me this morning. Little Inchy not blood at all, barely even feeling sore as well.
Got the bag ready for the Winwood Centre Tenant Social Hours, raffle prizes and topped up the box of nibbles, I’ve got a couple of Easter Eggs for extra prizes this week.
Made a brew and got the computer on and finished off yesterday’s journal.
Another call to the porcelain throne arrived, two within an hour?
All went well, same bleeding but not too excessive.
Made another brew and took the drugs and did the health checks.
I perused the record the statistics on my Excel page and thought things were looking good?
I thought of the upcoming ambrosia of the 
lamb hot-pot I was planning for tonight. I’ll make some caramelised lamb gravy to add to it. Hopefully, I’ll get the extra boiled spuds right today
I almost salivated at the thought. Just hoping that I don’t get the preparation wrong and spoil it.
Then the sweet thoughts deteriorated as I remembered I’ve got to go and see the bank manager today about the account farce, and genuine depression reared its ugly head again!
One thing that cheered me a bit was my getting the safety socket extension thingamajig with the on/off switches for the individual plugs. I’ve set it up to hand at the side of the dangerously rickety £300 second-hand recliner chair.
I feel a lot more confident knowing I can turn off whatever I’m not using. Seem to be using more than I ever have done in the passed. The recliner, mobile phone, the three different camera chargers, the torch charger, the large and the small vacuum chargers, the TV, the computer, printer, telephone, Virgin internet… on and on goes the list of electrical connections.
Something I’ve noticed and wondered if others in a similar position might have noticed: When I remember to place one of the picker-upper grabbers near the recliner, or the walking stick, or the torch… I don’t seem to need them that night. If I forget to place them handy, then I’ll need them? Just thought I’d mention it. Hehe! Am I fainéant or what?
Another call (The third!) to the porcelain throne!
Read the book a while during the evacuation procedure. The bleeding was no worse, though.
Decided to clean my teggies afterwards, used the manual brush – the broke and I stabbed my gums!
Another blood loss outlet was created. Tsk!
Rinsed the mouth out and gargled with TCP. By gum that tingled a bit! Hehehe!
I also noticed a new set of blotches appearing on my chin.
Better see how it goes, I can always call in at the dentist on the way to visit the bank manager later… I suppose.
Yet another brew made (determined to drink this one). Polished the 1963 sideboard thingy. Then got starting on this post.
Did some blogging.
Stopped to take a photographicalisation from the kitchen window with the new Panasonic camera. Not bad eh? But is it better than my beloved Lumix?
Then did some Facebooking for an hour or so.
Tended to the ablutions, titivating myself with citrus based soap and underarm spray.
Then got ready the things for the Tenants Social Hour meeting, but forgot to take the ornamental baby chickens for the Easter party. Tsk!
Took Olive’s empty jars down with me and dropped them in the recycling skip.
The session went very well I thought. Gave my raffle tickets this week, to May from Woodthorpe Court and she managed a win with them. That tickled me.
Ex-Obergruppenfurheress Penny informed us that next Thursday’s meeting would be on Friday, and Saturday Mornings Coffee meeting was cancelled.
Not so many there as last week, but as I said earlier, everyone seemed to enjoy it today.
Plodded back to the flat (Having a laugh and chinwag with some tenants in the lift). I got the paperwork for the bank and picked up the Easter Bunnies. Called at the Winwood Hut on the way and dropped off the bunnies.
Walked to the end of Chestnut Walk and right down Winchester Street Hill and into Sherwood.
It was very warm, despite the slightly dark sky and clouds.
Crossed over Mansfield Road and called in to see the bank to see the manager.
There was a queue, but he came out to talk to someone else, saw me and took me into his office.
He told me he was being moved to another branch next week, so would maybe not see me again. (He smiled at this point, a nerve-rackingly obnoxious smile! – Hehe). He assured me he would leave all my details for the new manager.
He then contacted the State Pensions People again and told them the requested details with the required information and the proper Post Code that they promised to send me 2½ weeks ago, had not arrived. I went through the question and answer I.D. procedure again with them and told them the manager could speak on my behalf. Again they said they would send one. Why do I feel uncertain about this?
Bid my farewells, with trepidation, incredulity, scepticism, suspicion and a certain amount of doubt lingering in my heart, and departed from the bank onto Mansfield Road.
Over the road and a hobble back up Winchester Street Hill.
Mother nature showing herself as she forced the new growth of the plants right through the wooden fencing along the pavement.
Around the bend in the road, I did try to take a photo of one single, and three different coloured daffodils in a garden that appealed, but the wind was too strong, and I could not get a decent shot.
This is the best of my efforts, but I was well disappointed with it.
The feet were beginning to ache and sting as I proceeded up the hill limping at an ever-decreasing rate of shuffling. Huh!
However, the good thing was Anne Gyna was most delicate with me.
I pondered over what I would end up eating today and decided the Lamb meal had a good date on it and opted to have some potatoes with the cooked meat I got from the Continental Shop yesterday… or was it Tuesday? I’m getting old yer know, Hehe! With some peas, beetroots and cheese perhaps. Oh, and some slow roasted and mini tomatoes?
Eventually, got back to the flats and into the wetroom and onto the porcelain throne. Yet another heavy duty session? Three now I think this day.
Got the potatoes on the boil and updated this blog.
Caught up with the Facebooking session I had to cut short earlier.
Got the fodder ready.
The roast tomatoes tasted alright, but I had a devil of a job chewing them, so tough, they annoyed the broken toothbrush made gash in my gum.
This I assumed was because tomatoes are out of season. The fresh ones available at the moment are horrible and bitter?
I shan’t be trying these again until the new season starts. The boiled potatoes were over cooked a bit, but the rest of it was fine, the beetroots, cheeses, silverskin onions, roast pork and vegetable slices.
Suddenly I felt proper fatigued and bone-tired out.
Tried to watch some TV, but it was a farcical effort.
A final nip down the lift and retrieved the washing from the dryer.
The Morrison man arrived and left the groceries, and I began to put them away.
Somehow I managed to get everything away, some cramped some squashed, mind.Ablutions
The subject was cunningly and cleverly changed… with genuine poise and ability.
Getting some stuff from the fridge later, I noticed that I’d bought these here tomatoes in error on the Morrisons order.
Got the meal served up.
I met some new tenants on my way out. Two of them spoke and talked, the other was a bit aloof. Maybe through his being new?
Just up the road a bit, I saw such beauty again in one of the tree’s roots and gave myself a moment or two admiring nature as I had not done before I moved into this flat and the amazing scenery and greenery that surrounds it.
I turned the corner and down Winchester Street toward Sherwood, and took yet another photographicalisation that I found remarkable.
Out and up the hill, over the top and down to the entrance to Woodthorpe Grange Park and through the gates, up the path.
A few hundred yards up the footpath and lady overtook me., then a Footpath Cyclist appeared
king.
With mixed emotions, but gladness that she is home and sounding a bit better, I got the meal prepared.
don’t think it has long left, Hehe) took off the wonderfully warm cover and the cushions and searched all over for it, in the certainty that I actually did write it. Guess what I found? Think food…
I was summoned to the porcelain for a heavy duty session. Splendid, no bleeding from either front or rear! Arthur Itis was hardly noticeable, Duodenal Daniel was not bad at all, Reflux Roger was active, but this was not due to the valve sticking and not painful in the slightest; This wind was due to last nights nosh I’m sure. Hehe! Hernia Harry was all calm too. Only Anne Gyne with her new pain on the left chest and up under the left arm was giving me any real grief, and that was far less than last night.
The only concern was my so regular visitations to the WC, where’s it all coming from, I’ve only had half a small mug of tea?
Not too many folks around today. Plenty of street artists, beggars, Big Issue Sellers and pavement cyclists, though.
Then had a nosey in Marks & Spencers food hall – and came out buying nothing!
photographs to use on the TFZer site graphic series. That was when I saw a family of Mum, Dad and four kids, Mam was shoving things into the pram of the youngest child and covering them up. This was in the fashion clothing section. For some stupid reason, I followed them.
Back at the flats, the wind was howling, the sun disappeared, and the rain just starting, missed it nicely, by the time I’d got in and up the lift and into the flat, it was belting down!
I rescued the bacon and sausages and dished them up with some mushrooms in the new deep dish.
Then, I spotted the bag with the underpants still inside.
Got the din-dins sorted in no time. roast potatoes,
Managed to get the HP Support Assistant downloaded and installed.
after me from afar when I had my cancer and then the heart operation. Bless her cotton socks.
Did some artwork on CorelDraw17 then on to Facebooking.
I called in to see BJ at his house, just off Mansfield Road and had a chinwag.
anyway. I didn’t get any fresh cream cakes either. Due mainly to the shock of standing on the scales last night. 8lb up on a fortnight ago! Oh ‘eck!
into the slab square.
Christmas Take-as-much-as-they-can-off-of-you Fayre.
Back down Exchange Walk and tried to take a moody photograph again.
tasted fantastic when I had some later.
The feet were stinging now after ascending that steep hill to get the tubing and be sneered at. Still, my own fault.
Sorted the meal out.
Mug of tea and took the medications. Sorted the pots out ready for next week.
Made a cuppa and I could feel the cold through the kitchen window.
Got it back, called in to see Olive en route. She pointed out that I was lucky that someone had not stolen the boxes. We had a chinwag, and she said her grandson Malcolm would fetch a chair like the one he has got for her for her computer and fit it up for me. She told me to look them up on Argos and give her the number for the one I fancied.She let me sit on her new one, and it was super comfy with armrests on it. I decided to send the one back to Amazon telling them I might have broken it with having to struggle to carry it so far due to their error in delivering it to the wrong address. A cuddle and I returned to the flat to assemble the little oil-filled radiator and get it going to test it.
Very pleased with how it works, though. Two power buttons, low and high and a thermostat that I set on 2.5 on the up to 5 scale thingy.
Again, with the vegetables I’d cut the onions and peppers into too large a pieces and they were not cooked properly. Fool!
meal. By gum, I enjoyed that!
Out and got the washing ready to take down to the laundry room. Felt a right nullifidian with all the Whoopsidangleplops up to now.
Getting bright and light now. Made another mug of tea and took this photographicalisation from the kitchen window.
Checked on the emails. Oh, 77 more than yesterday? Investigated. Mostly unwanted ones.
Did a new one of Shirley and me in the desert!
Got the dinner cooking.
The lower region accoutrements were beginning to sting badly now, so I made my way to catch a bus home to check on things. Walked through the Victoria Centre and noticed the American, California Tortilla Food place was not doing very well this afternoon.
looked like a Western Cowboy Saloon was nearly finished.
The rain poured, but only once I was safe on the bus, and it stopped just before we arrived at the flats. Nice. Th winds did not abate, though, howling it was. Still wailing away and I could hear it easily when I got into the flat. This must be very annoying for the residents who have good hearing. Poor things.
Ready meal prepared, Morrison’s Beef in Black Bean sauce, all I did was add some Sharwoods Black Bean Sauce from a jar to it. Oh, and a baked potato.
Down and got the machine going, back up and started the computer off, CorelDraw seems to be working better at this stage. (May regret saying that later, Tsk!)
Unhappily, as I threw the towel above my head to swing it over the rail, I stuck my finger on (Not up, Hehe) my nose, and the cold sore started bleeding and got some on the towel.
Cleared the things away and took my medications, then sorted the pots out for next week.
0732hrs: Back in a while…
This one a sort of Spot the Wild Animals (12 of them), nd I asked which animal would they like to keep, and which one would they get rid of. For a bit of fun like.
Got the fodder ready.