Friday 11th November 2016
In Burmese: သောကြာနေ့ 11 နိုဝင်ဘာ 2016
Woke at midnight, pondered on the dream of me working at Tesco back in 1960 gain. Then I managed to nod off once more.
0200hrs: Woke with a start. Flapped about and got to the porcelain for a WRHD session. More bleeding this morning than I was comfortable with, so I applied some ‘H’ Treatment cream. Flaming cold again.
The stye on top of my eye seemed to be far less swollen and inflamed, though.
Took the medications and made a cuppa, then got on with the diary.
0400hrs: Got the mushrooms, parsnips and swede ready and into the Crock-Pot.
Many emails had arrived and needed sorting.
Took a photo through the kitchen window, when I was making a mug of tea.
I was sure there was a plane high in the sky when I snapped this one?
But it doesn’t show on this photograph on the left, at all does it?
Very odd?
Made a start on a (Supposedly funny) post I had in mind.
Facebooking emails and calendar checked.
I even got the electric fire going! Mind you; it costs that much to run!
Tsk!
Checked the vegetables and added some tomato puree to them.
Then got the ablutions tended to.
Out to the bus stop.
Into town.
I walked through the park to Sherwood.
The Copse was looking thinner now, but still beautiful.
The sun was bright, there was little wind, but it was all an illusions of Autumn – It was frigid with it.
Caught a bus (Thanks to the most welcome and appreciated Pensioners Free Bus Pass) into town.
The usual plentiful supply of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists was about all day.
But none of them bothered me on this trip come hobble.
Went shopping mad.
Called into Tesco. Where I had to summon assistance to get to the Rice Snacks on the top shelf, even the tall assistant had to stand on the bottom shelf to get himself up to help me. Spent too much again. Rice snacks, TV paper, seaweed cheesies, Mushrooms in brine, sliced mushrooms, Soughdour bread and Fresh Cream Horns (I plead Guilty without mitigating circumstances!).
Up the top floor and to the Market Place Stalls. Got some cashew nuts in dark chocolate and some in yoghourt mix.
I was pleased to share Remembrance Day’s two minutes silence in the same area as I did last year, at the end of the Mall.
Far too many folks didn’t stop and just carried on this year. Mostly youngsters and Asian looking people. Which is their right to. But they were just getting on with their shopping and didn’t seem aware that all the other shoppers had stopped?
I had a hobble around for a while and made my way to the M&S Foodhall.
I tried a few times to get decent what I call, ‘Moody’ photographs on my wander around.
I did manage to get a few people who were not on their mobile phones in the shots, though.
And not many with their giant mugs of coffee around either today.
Made my way to the bus stop and was soon on the way home.
As the bus passed Clinton Street, I tried again to get a ‘Moody’ as we passed the end of the street. This one didn’t work at all, did it?
A bit of interest, though, the taxi waiting to turn right got hit up his rump by a bus!
Soon back at Woodthorpe Court, the sun still shining and the cold still cold, though. Hehe!
A WRHD session, and I got on with the meal. Bootiful it was. Potato cakes, Fish sticks, crock-pot veg and some Desiree potatoes. I took two photographs of the plate, checked they had recorded on the sim card and they had. But when it came to me putting these on this diary next morning – again, they had mysteriously disappeared? I’m getting fed-up with this happening and would love to find out what, if anything, I’m doing wrong?
The plans for the night were simple: Watch Heartbeat on Freeview channel 10, then over to ITV on 3 to watch the England v Scotland football match.
I didn’t even get through the Heartbeat, drifted off at the first set of commercials, waking up with a jump and panic at midnight!
Humph!
Down again to the laundry room and moved the stuff into the dryer – oh dear, someone had not cleaned out the filter again.
I had to do the Enoxaparin injection into the tummy this morning. No bother, I’m lucky with not having any fear of needles or hypodermics (Trypanophobia).
Got the fodder ready.
brew. While doing so, I thought I’d take a shot from the kitchen window. I put the selector on a different option for scenery and took this photograph.
Eventually, I got it done, though.
creating a message for her.
Duncan was wearing his Robertson Tartan kilt, and I was so happy to see him approaching the foyer door, I nearly burst out with loud ‘Yahoo!’ 
advice I found on the Helpline page of CorelDraw, and this did not solve the problem (Obviously). We tried it again, lengthy procedure, we had to find the CorelDraw suite in Control Panel, click to Remove or Adjust, then after a few selections to choose from, including options for ‘Repair or Modify’ I chose Repair, we ran it. But it made no changes.
drained to bother with anything fancy that needed proper cooking.
All done by 0730hrs. I enjoyed the little amble, nobody else about at all. Plenty of lights on at many flat windows mind.
Seven and a half hours later, I’d managed to do eleven graphics for the TFZers site.
Opened Facebook and posted each one to the TFZers gallery. Then did some regular Facebooking.
Sorted the medication pots out for the week. Took tonight’s dose.
Finally, it was ready.
0218hrs: Got the washing ready and went down 
to the laundry room to get the washer going.I checked the filter on the dryer, and it was right clogged up!
I looked in my daily bag but could not see my pound shop floppy hat. After a short search, I realised that I’d given it to my Australian pet, Koala Katie to look after. No luck in the search for my expensive wind-proof umbrella, though. Tsk!
Got a good ablutioning done, during which a Whoopsiedangleplop occurred. Well, a dizzy spell I think, but it was a quick one. One minute I was getting the shaving tackle sorted for use, then found myself on the floor with a bruised cheek and tiny little cuts on my face. Probably caused by whatever I hit on the way down to the floor where I was wounded and confused I soon came round and with the help of the sink, got up again. Might I have a shiner in the morning? Hehe!
Got the fodder cooking, not that I felt hungry at the time.
Went to make another cup of tea, and oh dear, I felt so bad with myself again when I saw the Fresh Cream French Horn in the fridge – with the mayhem of last night’s meal on the floor Whoopsiedangleplop and altercation, I’d forgotten to eat it!
It was brightish weather, with the threat of rain in the air, as I legged it as fast as I could manage to Carrington and the surgery nurse. And, what’s more, and further as well as, I made it in a record time of 39 minutes! 
The park was free of Pathway Cyclists, and many dogs were enjoying taking their owners for a walk and ball games. I loved seeing the wagging tails. (On the dogs like, not the owners).
Decided to have bacon cobs for my meal tonight.
Had a little dizzy spell. After which as I made my way into the kitchen to make a brew and take the medications, the stomach almost erupted, stabbing pains and it seemed to churn and rumble something rotten.
I’d left the hearing aids – back to the flat to collect them.
Took a photograph through the trees and bushes on the side of the pond.
The Mallards came from far and wide to dine.
After talking to and feeding them, I made my way out to go to Tesco for some fodder and a wander around.
I had an hour to kill until the last L9 bus of the day. So foolishly I went to the Slab Square and took some piccies of the Nottingham Beach – which was near to the Primark shop, and I went in to have a look around and came out with three long sleeved shirts/jumpers, another £18 quid spent on unwanted attire!
Caught the bus on Queen street.
I did a Whoopsiedangelplop into and over new Ottoman!
The meal, a wholemeal salad sandwich with sausage, oven chips, onions, beetroot, green and yeow tomatoes, fresh raw garden peas and the evening medications, followed with a banana, satsuma and honey yoghourt looked most appetising once I’d got it all prepared and arrange neatly on the plate ready for my consumption!
As I turned the bend at the end of Chestnut Walk to go right down the hill onto Mansfield Road, I spied this rather beautiful bloom on the blackberry bushes.
Whoopsiedangleplop, but the white van with its break lights on managed to screech to a sideways stop before it hit the grey Vauxhall people carrier in front of it.
At one point, there were five other people in the waiting area, and every one of them was using a mobile phone.
Walked through the so-called Bulwell Market Place on my way to the Fulton food store.
I poddled to the station to catch a tram back into Nottingham City Centre.
To the throne, made a cuppa and got the laptop on. Did some graphicalisationing, Facebook, WordPress and emails. Then went on Google Maps to see where the Feet First Chiropodist was on Upper Parliament Street.
back in stock, they hadn’t, but they did have some After Eight Mints, so I got a box for Olive.
I went up and over the walk-over and took a photograph of the weather-beaten Nottinghamians below.
Checked the emails and Facebooked a while.
Got the laundry and things assembled in the bag, and went down to the laundry room.
The time left on the dryer was 40 minutes, the washer I’d put on quick mode will take 30 minutes.
I got the washer going and returned to the apartment, not in a good mood.
Did some graphicalisationing, before Olive brought her grandson around and he set to putting up the pole in the wetroom, then started erecting the thin storage cabinets for me. Damned decent of him.
He then set about making the first of the storage cabinets, got it finished and put it in place for me next to the porcelain throne.
Into the shower and abluted, night attire on, made a cuppa and got the Crock-Pot vegetable stew served up, nice!