Friday 8th April 2016
I woke around 0100hrs and had yet another search for the missing Alarm wristlet, without any success.
Gave up, nodded off, and sprang awake again at 0305hrs, convinced I knew where the wristlet might just be found; In one of the pockets of the coats hanging in the hallway?
No, not there either.
Fretting now, that I’d have to report this loss to the Nottingham City Homes Control and the flats Coordinator Dean Walker and have to pay for a replacement and make myself look a right clot into the bargain!
I looked in all the places I’d already searched last night, without any luck again.
So, depressed and defeated, I accepted the situation and resigned myself to a day of crawling and being red faced was to follow.
I attended the throne for the morning efforts, made a cup of tea, and booted the laptop into action.
While making the graphic above, I’d hoped to get some inspiration of somewhere I might not have looked yet? As I moved the camera to get to the SD card in the slot… Yes, there it was, right in front of me underneath the camera carrier – where I was sat when I first realised it was missing!
The velcro on the band had attached itself to the velcro on the camera case, so when I first moved the case to look under it for the wristlet, it moved with it. Both being black didn’t help?
Words fail me here! Hang on, I’ve found a few… better not type them in, though!
Took the medications, but the expected joy at discovering the alarm was not there – it was overshadowed I think, by the feelings of inadequacy and contempt with myself that I felt.
The disdain I was feeling toward myself wasn’t helped, when I went to make another cuppa, in semi-celebration of finding the thing and dropped the milk as I took it out of the fridge!
On a right downer now! The feeling is hard to describe and rather esoteric.
Still, neither Little Inchy or Hame Aroids were bleeding at all, and the view from the kitchen window, all the twinkling lights gave me something else to concentrate on. Why do the street lights appear twinkling some mornings, and static on others? Just another pointless, banal thought that popped into my head like. Tsk!
Took a bath and did my ablutions, then got the dirty washing ready and took it down with me to the Laundry Room. I met Olive from number 84 as she was on her way down to the laundry room. I like Olive, sweet lady struggles with arthritis but never complains bless her. We had a natter on the way down in the lift.
Received a letter from Nottingham City Homes confirming they were coming on Wednesday 13th April to look at the draughts coming into the kitchen.
Both the machines were in use, and a lady sat in the lobby waiting for one to finish! No chance there then for Olive or me to get the job done. We returned back up the lift and I had another nice chinwag with her before I returned to the apartment to make another cuppa.
Got the laptop back on and updated this article come diary come, Tale of Woes, come Inchcock Today.
Patti Beckert, my oldest cyber friend, had sent me an email. I answered her after doctoring a photo I took of Clinton Street in Nottingham.
I swapped Patti’s face for another lady, using CorelDraw x8 and CorelPaint x8.
Can you guess which one?
Then I went on Facebook for a while. A long while. A very long while indeed.
Got the new paring knife, and started to slice and cut the parsnips and carrots ready to spray with sunflower oil and bake in the oven… Whoopsiedangleplop!
It bled a little and I had to change the dressing three times after I managed with microscopic effort, to cut my right thumb.
Losing the blood left me with a blue coloured hand. Hehe! The Warfarin level I suppose?
I got the veg in the oven and added a beef slice later to even out the cooking times. Added the potato sticks, new potatoes, beetroot and pickled onions.
It came out alright and I was pleased with the result, although using the knife and fork was hindered by having to change the dressing on the thumb again. All okay later, nay bother!
I think my mind control was beginning to labascate when I found the garden peas simmering away on the hob when I went to wash the pots later. Humph! The parsnips and carrots were appetizing, despite my missing cutting off the ends of the carrots due to the Whoopsiedangleplop.
Fell asleep and was woken up by the Asda delivery gentleman ringing the intercom phone to be allowed in to bring the fodder. I answered the phone, he said who he was, I pressed the entry door-unlock button combination, then as I got the tiered trolly to the door in readiness: It dawned on me that I could not remember sending an order to Asda (Walmart)?
Although I could not recall placing the order, I must have.
As he passed the stuff to me to put on the trolley, it came back to me when I noticed the pack of two lamb leg chops other stuff.
I signed for the food, thanked the chap and went to put away the fodder delivered.
The freezer is now fuller than it ever has been, in fact, I had to dish some bits from it to make room for the new stuff! The cupboards were overfull to the point of absurdity. What when and why did I place this order? I checked on the Google Calendar and saw the reminder for it, and felt a right fool again. Tsk!
I sat down to watch the TV and a message told me to retune to get a channel I had on that had moved to another location. What a mess I made of that somehow. I’ve lost all of the radio channels now, but have got a channel of the CCTV camera on the Foyer door? Much as I wanted the radio channels back, I did not want to lose the CCTV channel? So I left it as it was because I didn’t know how I changed it in the first place? Poor old fool!
No chance of watching the goggle-box as I kept nodding for a few seconds, every five minutes it seemed.
Eventually, I drifted off.
Down to catch the L9 bus to town. No one else waiting for the bus, and I noticed that someone had planted a row of Spring flowers in alignment with the end of the garages wall.
The usual Friday crowds of shoplifters… whoops! I mean shoppers were milling about on Clinton Street.
Even Arthur let me fuss him a bit. Fooey was his usual self with me, I reckon we have a bond. He’s such a mild-mannered old soul, nothing like how he appears to anyone not knowing him. I love him so, I can’t help but.
While waiting for the L9 bus, I took a photo of the Council House, which turned out a good one.
This is the photograph I took of William, at the weekly Winwood Social Hour last week.
As I went into the kitchen to get the fodder ready, the rain came again. Slowly at first
Big fodder dish tonight.
Set out for the Social Hour.
Perhaps the weather forecast put them off probably, maybe or might have?
Left the place looking a bit threadbare of folk. Hehe!
Perhaps they will arrive a bit later I pondered?
Walked out and to the bus-stop, the timing was right as an L9 bus was due in eight minutes.
dilapidated bench near the bus stop.
Got the nosh out and on the plate.
I returned to the messy living room, a part drank bottle of orange flavoured spring water, the TV remote control, the TV paper, a tissue (Well, bit of kitchen towel, but tissue sounds posher), the mobile phone, the walking stick, the picker-upper grabber and the headphones littered the floor near the 1959 broken imitation leather arm chair. I reckon I must have fallen on me picker-upper cause it was a bit bent. The best one too, Huh! I checked the ottoman out, I’d cracked the lid on it.
Sherwood, via the Woodthorpe Park.
As I was passing the co-op store, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist overtook me on my left, very close to hitting me, then did the same on the right to the lady in this photo, forcing her to stop wondering hat was happening. Over the road and to the Sue Ryder shop to see if they had any medium ottomans in stock so I could replace the one I had broken when I fell on it. They didn’t.
Further down the road and called at BJ’s house. He wasn’t in, and I posted his photographs through his letter box for him. 
When I got in, used the porcelain and had a dizzy while doing so – then fatigue overcame me again (Tsk!) Got the fodder going, not what I had planned because I wanted only to get my head down.
dear, so sad and anger making! I took the morning tub of tablets along with just one night time Warfarin.
The bus arrived in the City Centre and I dropped off and walked to the bus stop for the number 17 to Bulwell.
I observed as got close to the bus stop, that the naughty little Nottingham pedestrians were not too keen on keeping to the Walk – Don’t Walk signs on Upper Parliament Street!
Over the Market Place to the river Leen, and fed some pigeons there with the seeds I had in my shopping bag.
In the flat and put the things I’d purchased away.
The weather then started to pour rain heavily; Over the next couple of hours, it changed from rain to bright sunshine, so frequently.
While preparing to get the fodder cooking and deciding to have fish lumps and fishcakes with beetroot, I thought I’d let you all know, that I no longer have any bags BBQ disc crisps, or beef flavoured potato chip sticks in the place! Not a single bag anywhere!
The fodder came out alright this time, and what a feast it was too!
I’m back! And considerably perked up I might add! Why you ask? (Or maybe not like) I’ll tell you; No bleeding from Hem Aroid and only the tiniest bit from Little Inchy, no dizzies now and, it is drizzling rain outside with a hint of mist. Maybe it is because of the improved conditions healthwise, but I saw such beauty in this photo I took from the kitchen window.
Getting into and out of the bath was easier than usual. Feeling a bit better, when I set off to catch the L9 bus into town. I got down and realised it was a Saturday and there is no 0930hrs L9 bus running, so I caught the L8 into Sherwood, then a bus to the city.
it was a struggle getting through all the folks standing in the centre aisle, but I bravely persisted and got off on Mansfield Road at the stop for the Nottingham Arboretum. 
As I walked down through the park towards the Duck Pond, I espied a courting couple of mallards on the grass. I struggled to get the umbrella up and tried to take a decent photo from underneath of it.
about, and very few mallards too?
I took a hobble through Trinity Square feeling a bit better again then. Took some photographs to post on the TFZ site later.
Walked on to the bus stop, no L9’s available, so I caught the 40 bus. That was busy too today. I wondered if something had been taking place that I didn’t know about with so many passengers getting on.
The rain turned heavy again as we moved off from the bus stop.
Got the fodder going.
Gave Lily her Easter Egg and checked on the washing machine progress. Odd machine this one, the time left was at 20 min when I put it in, then it went up to 40 min, now it was showing 55 mins?
Told Gerri about the draughts still in the kitchen and she said she’d report it again.
Updated this and got some fodder on. Decided on petit-pois, boiled potatoes and crispy battered chicken lumps.
Arrived at the Winwood Community Hut and BJ came shortly afterwards.
problem was.
Some of the tenants seemed a little down as well as BJ, and I think there was less laughter than there normally is at the meeting.
well.
I went to the photographic developing machines and set about making myself look a fool trying to find out how to work the USB download and the camera card one.
The nosh was decent enough.
Out of the blue, I suddenly started to think of and miss Chrissie.
Checked the emails, I got one via Streetwise about the starting a new U3A starting nearby.
The roundabout walk to the dentist is not a long one, but I thought I’d show this diagram just in case I collapse on the way back like, then you’ll know where to search for the body.
Turned off the laptop and got the fodder dished up.