Friday 25th October 2019
Javanese: Jumuah 25 Oktober 2019
02:25hrs: I woke, and again, in the blink of an eye, I was in need of the Porcelain Throne. Getting to be a habit this is. I reckon it must be the fourth morning in a row now! The task of going through the series of After-Stroke physio moves as recommended, well, more like commanded or demanded, had to be abandoned.
I tackled the sometimes laborious and painful job of getting my chunky-but-wobbly body out of the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Out of interest, I think he has since made and is operating a drone, to spy on me!
I seem to be getting the hang of this four-pronged walker now, I got to the wet room without any walking into anything, tripping myself up, or knocking owt down or over! Smug-Cocksure-Mode-Adopted. (Albeit, only momentarily).
The evacuation was quick, I had no control over this, it did it of its own accord. But, the mess it sprayed and left all over, left, took some cleaning up. Ah, well! Washed the dandies and wiped the contact points with antiseptic disinfectant.
To the kitchen, used the prongs to stand the stick upright, while I took the medications, moved the handwashing to the drier, and made a brew of tea.
Walking into the stick and knocking it over, was painless… Hitting my knuckles on the tabletop counter, it should have hurt me, but didn’t at all! With the right-hand side nerves not getting messages to the brain with the Peripheral Neuralgia, this is one time I was happy to have the affliction. Hehe! The nerves-ends must have been having one of their on-strike moments when I clouted my hand! Which of course meant, when they came back on-line so to speak, I got a shocking pain and wondered what the hell it was, then realised.
I took a picture of the morning view from the unwanted, cumbersome, heavy, dangerous, 
thick-framed, uncleanable, light & view-blocking new kitchen window. It came out not too bad, I had changed back to using the Nikon camera. I’d forgotten how to change it to Night-View. Shlimazel! Sad it is!
I went to fetch the till receipt from yesterday, to help me remember things for the diary updating, from the trolley-guide bag. Oops! I’d left some stuff in the bag overnight. These are the three diaries, and two boxes of chocs left to give out, the sherberts saucers, toothpaste and can of beef I’d bought from the Poundland store.
I was so determined to get on with the updating of the Thursday blog, but several things hog-tied my hopes. The hands and fingertip nerves were not in full-time use this morning, the droning whining noise that permeates all around the building was getting on my nipples, destroying any concentration, and mind was continually going blank on me, so many words I had to look up, just escaped my grey-cells! Then, the worst, but not least expected…
So, I made a written list of things to get from Morrison’s, when Mr Fries company kindly got back going, I made up an order and sent it off. I’m really weed-off. It took me until gone 7:30hrs before I got the post finished. Globangrations!
Sodditt Down again! Going to go out!
I got ready, and in a slightly pee’d-off mood, I set out into the rain I (again), out and along Chestnut Walk outside the flats.
The vehicles were still parked around the bus-turning island. Humph!
There were car parking spaces free, but then they may not have been when the thoughtless but desperate folks parked naughtily. They may have not had any option but to park causing an impediment to the bus drivers?
It’s not going to be easily solved.
I got to the bus stop, one chap already there in the shelter. We were soon joined by others, and a little chinwag was enjoyed. The winter leaves were falling as well as the rain. The trolley wheels will get stuck up with leaves and roadside detritus, and need cleaning-up before getting back to the flats, methinks.
A bit of flooding on Chestnut Walk.
As the wind blew the rain into the bus stop, the City-bound bus arrived and departed. Moments later, the Bestwood L9 came, and I ensconced my self in the corner side-saddle seat. There were many shopping trolleys and walker-guides already on the bus, and more joined them when the tenants boarded the bus. Until we got to Sherwood, when many alighted, it was a bit of a struggle to get settled comfortably. I had a natter with some other passengers, but they were too far away from me to follow the conversation correctly, but the odd smile and bursts of laughter were appreciated, cheered me up a tad.
When we got in Arnold, a complete stranger to me lady, helped me off of the bus, when she saw my arm and leg shaking. I tried to thank her, but she shot off when we got down onto the pavement. I crossed the road and went into the Wilko store, in search of their chocolate-covered peanuts. I got to the shelves where they were stored, but could not find any on show. However, I did invest in some yoghourt covered nuts, chocolate-covered brazil nuts, plain walnut-halves and a bottle of the Wilko Liquid Soapflakes. Oh, and the nuts were in recyclable packets, too!
Near the checkouts, I dropped some bags of peanuts, and as I was struggling to retrieve them, and the same kind lady from the bus earlier appeared from nowhere, and picked them up for me! To the checkout and paid the £7.33 bill, and the shaking started as I was putting the purchases in the trolley bag and lost some packets, the till lady came around and picked up the dropped packets, and loaded the trolly-bag as well, for me!
I seem to be coming across some kind Nottinghamian’s this week, bless them, thank you all! ♥
Out into the rain, and I hobbled, avoiding the deep puddles, to the Boyds Store in search of some Magnesium tablets, but they didn’t have any on sale today. So I limped down to the Saver Shop, and they didn’t have any in, either. Humph!
I called into the Iceland store. I came out with a frozen Sausage & Bean Casserole ready-meal. Yoghourt peanuts and some Sherbert saucers. Paid-up, and made ‘my getting wetter by the minute’ way, to the Asda (Walmart) store. Where I got carried away again, buying fodder! I got to the self-serve checkouts with: Handwash liquid, fresh tomatoes, lemon yoghourts, Cox’s apples, a milk roll loaf, fresh mushrooms and a packet of Wholemeal slice in half cobs, that were really soft and fresh, to give to Mary when I call to see her at her flat on the way home. I’ve not seen her lately, hope she’s okay. If I cannot get to see her, I’ll ask about her welfare at the Warden’s Holding-Cell office.
I paid the demands of the machine, (£7.84) and somehow got everything in the trolley-bag and carrier.
As I was leaving the store, I got involved in a rare Pedestrian Jam, as opposed to a Traffic one! Hehehe!
I hobbled along, doing my best to control the trolley-walker, as it leant one way then the other, always threatening to topple over, on the hill up to High Street shelter, to await the arrival of the L9 bus.
The bus-shelter was cram-packed with Nottinghamian’s all trying to get out of the rain. They did not appreciate me inching my way in to join them, and seemed disgusted with the trolley-guide as they were forced to make way for me. Humph’s and Tuts were heard! Hehe! After several buses arrived, the mob thinned out, though.
I did notice that Asda had added a giant poster to their self-service petrol station wall.
I took the photo of it, then a zoomed-in shot to see what it was they were displaying. A perfect idea that; why not a poster showing alcoholic Special-Offers at a petrol station! I thought this a bit naughty.
The L9 came, and I struggled to get on the bus, with the Peripheral Neuralgia inspired right leg, kicked-off on one its Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines. Talk about bad timing! The driver gave me look that said; “Bloody hell, another idiot!” After I’d settled in the end side-saddle seat, where more support is available, the leg gave-up dancing. When we got two stops, further along, Mary got on the bus! Another friendly set of passengers and a half-followed conversation and giggle ensued en route to Daybrook. Next stop, the lady who assisted me off the bus, and saved the day in Wilko’s got on, and the laughter increased. Most folks got off in Daybrook, and Mary and I had a chucklesome waffle, but I’m not sure if either of us heard the slightly hudibrastic things that the other was saying correctly or not. Haha!
But I had an attack of cramps en route!
We arrived back at the flats, as the rain was easing off at last. I remembered to give Mary the wholemeal cobs (Nearly forgot to, though!), and we walked back to Woodthorpe Court, parting in the lift as she got off on the first floor as we said our farewells.
I went up to the twelfth and got in making for the WC, and had a CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) wee-wee. Blimey, it came out with a belated vengeance! I had to wipe-up the splashback areas, including myself!
I made up a sort of pot-luck, Heath Robinson affair of a stew. A can of stewed steak, added mushrooms, tomatoes and black bean sauce. Left it simmering for ages, but remembering to stir it regularly. Stripped off and got into the fresh jammies, and got the handwashing soaking in the bowl in the sink while the fodder cooked.
I had a taste of the stew when pouring it into the dish, and it was a winner flavour-wise! I 
had an apple and a lemon yoghourt for afters. I took a can of Diet sugar-free Pepsi to guzzle afterwards. My Taste-Rating was 8.8/10, Cowabunga! The light lemon yoghourt was excellent!
After feasting, and having some Milk Roll bread with the meal, I decided to get the handwashing rinsed and on the hangers or airers to start drying. They might be dry enough to wear by about February. He-he!
The heat from the airers helps warm the place up a bit.
I got the pots washed. Then took a completely different to the last one, LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee, and got settled in the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, recliner, and turned on the TV. Which turned-out to be a waste of time! I repeatedly nodded-off and woke again… I think I did stay awake long enough to watch the first half of the Kitchen from Hell episode but drifted off properly then.
Not that I stayed awake, although I can’t remember doing it, there were signs of nocturnal nibbling found in the morning. Lamentable Lad that I am!
I almost fell-over my stick en route, banged my elbow on the door frame, but made it in time, by the skin of my teeth! The session was fine, with no huffing and puffing, messiness, or bleeding. Fine! To the kitchen.
So, I gave up computerisationing and got the ablutioning tended to. The knees didn’t look too bad this morning. However, with the right hand and fingers nerve-ends still playing up, there were plenty of dropsies, toilet roll, flannel, toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving foam, razors, towel… on and on! Hehe! 
AS I went back into the junk room two (living room), I espied a lot of mess on the front of the electric fire? Dirt and dust. I thought I’d gt it cleaned up. 
I got in the lift, finding a bit of a mess on the floor. Out and turned right along the link-passage through Winwood Court to the Chief Obergruppenführeress’s Interrogation Room. 
I got off at the terminus on Queen Street, brolly up and started to walk down to the Slab Square. I soon found I was having great difficulty in controlling the three-wheel-walker, with one hand, and trying to keep the umbrella up with the other! It was challenging and painful too. 
Using the one hand had brought on the nerve insensitivity, and taking photographs of any quality proved hit and miss, mostly miss! 
she would mind if she related the incident to the staff at work because it was so entertaining to her! She said, as I humbly and embarrassingly thanked her, she was a nurse at the Queens Medical Centre. I’m sure my face turned red, despite the cold wind and rain! Hahaha! I hope she doesn’t tell the local radio or newspaper about it, though. But if she reads this, thank you again, Elsie!
I turned onto Long Row and ensconced myself under the eaves of the shop fronts to take some pictures. At least I could use both hands now, to take the shots!
I stopped on South Parade, got under cover, and took this shot of the tram stops with the messy untidy horribly hidly-piddly, slatternly slab Square. 
Other potential passengers had gone to catch another bus by then. When I got on, I was the sole passenger! 
I visited the holding cells of and gave them a choice of diaries to Riechsfhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana and Obersturmführer and Pole-dancer, and beauty advisor, Warden Julie. I also took a photograph of them, which they posed for in a willingly for me, bless ’em. I’ll put this photo below as a header for my Facebook page for a while!
In the morning when I made up this diary updating, I did a CorelDraw edited graphic, adding two confiscated items from tenants items on Julie’s tabletop, to the second photo, Can you see them? Hahaha! 
Took another SSWW wee-wee, and got a wash. By which time the spuds were ready, so served up this delightful plateful. Two of the wholemeal cobs and an apple rounded off the feast. A flavour-rating of 7/10 granted. 
The idea of hobbling to the kitchen without using the stick came to mind – followed by a warning from my EQ. So, I took in the message, usually right, for the trip with the new four-prong stick. 
I was under the impression when these arrived, that they had sent me a double-dos
e of prescriptions, but found on opening, they only half-filled them. 
I got the handwashing from last night onto the airer. 
On the way to the wetroom, I heard another screeching noise again, not as loud and of a shorter duration. 
I dried off and got dressed, all bar the socks: with my accifauxpa record since getting up, I thought I’d leave off the socks and avoid any conflict with the sock-glide. Haha! 
Back on the computer, it was still dead slow! Started on this blog, until the intercom rang, and I heard it (another mystery), the release button worked, and the chap was soon at the door, he put the groceries inside the door for me. I signed his tablet and thanked him, and off I went for another HDT (Heavy-Duty-Torrential) wee-wee!
I got the stuff stored away, planning to have the frozen Smokey Sausage and beans ready-meal later. 
I got the five bags made up for the waste chute, and struggled to the chute-room with them and deposited them down the shaft. Then returned to the apartment and got the nibble bag and pressies in the trolley, and back out again, down in the lift to the ground floor lobby. A mass of posters was on the notice board. One was from Jenny, she is still organising the Meal to Arnold. I really would like to go again with Jenny and Frank, but with how I am at the moment, it would be very embarrassing for me, the shakes, losing contact with the fingers and hands, would undoubtedly mean Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangplops with eating. Just like they do at the flat. But here, there is only me to cope with and self-mortify and shame. I think it is on a Tuesday anyway, so will clash with the After-Stroke Physio sessions. But, I do appreciate her efforts for us, so much. ♥ 
I departed, and got in the lift to the top floor of Winwood Court, to take some pictures from the rooftop. 
Shame about the leaks in the roof, it has always leaked since being installed. 
Without any doubt, it had been an accident saver for me, on many occasions, like just now!
I got the oven heating, ready for the cooking of the Smokey sausage & bean casserole, later on. I hope it will be tasty.
I made a brew of tea and got the medications taken. I then had a go at getting the Nokia camera, no… Nikon camera to take a landscape photograph. Changed the settings, then took a picture from the balcony. And success! It came out just grand! At least know now, how to change it back in the settings. If I remember. 
I felt a little dubious as I served it up on the tray. Put the things in to soak in the oven, and into the junk room and on the recliner to eat this, what I thought was an over ingredientated meal. 
flavour-rating of 7.7/10! I devoured it with more relish than I have any meal for days now! 
I just had to take this shot of the paradisaical, colourful evening sky. I used the Nikon camera, as it has a ‘Night Landscape’ option, which seems to come out more vivid than the Auto one. I’ll try an Auto and a Night one of the same scenes for the morning’s view, so I can show the difference between them.
The evacuation was far messier than of late. A lot of cleaning up was needed afterwards. The sink plug hole was blocked again! I put a bottle of Sink-Unblocker down the pipe after I managed to free it. It costs me a fortune and a lot of bother to keep buying these to use almost every day, and I dropped the toilet roll twice! Oy-Yoy-Yoy! 
To the kitchen, took the medications, made a brew, and wrung-out the handwashing and got it on the airers. 
I made a start on this blog. After a couple of hours, my phagomania overcame me. So I investigated what was available for some breakfast (A rarity indeed!). However, I remembered the After-Stroke physical exercises later today and opted to have just another mug of tea ad a few shortcake biscuits. When I say, few, it is in a loose manner of the word, perhaps. Hehe! 
When taking the picture with the Nikon camera, of the biscuits and tea, I got the shakes.
I took the jars down with me. 
I set off on my mini-marathon, at a fair rate of knots for me, too. (The route taken, is graphicalised on the right-hand side here.)
When I arrived at the junction with Mapperley Rise, I could see the early morning traffic was queuing at the temporary traffic lights on the steepest part of the hill. 
By the time I’d walked down near Mansfield Road, the day had got so much lighter, and quickly too. 
I plodded through Marshall Street and out onto the main road. I turned left and saw how busy the place looked. There was an almost lively look to Mansfield Road. The buses were plentiful, but I wouldn’t be tempted into catching one – it was too early to use my bus pass! Hehehe! 
I concentrated on avoiding the holes, dips and cracks in the pavement, and I doddered, determinedly onward. Up the hill and down into Carrington. In the distance, I could see the traffic far ahead at the Hucknall Road traffic light junction, with ominous blue lights flashing. Oh, dear!
As I was passing my beloved, but unreliable Sherringham Park Medical Practise, a lady pavement cyclist was steaming at high speed towards me. I fumbled to get the camera out in time to get a snap before she had gone, hence the dodgy quality of the photo. That’s my story, anyway. Haha!
Much further along, and the Gregory Boulevard traffic island, I thought I’d take a snap of the traffic, as it was getting busier now. 60.25.0. Neighbour. Another ill-defined, disaster of a photograph! 
I got over the crest of the hill and down towards the City Centre along Mansfield Road. 
Not many students about yet? (This soon changed, though) I turned right to take a picture of one of the ugliest buildings in the City Centre. The rear of the Royal Concert Hall, and believe me, it is still prettier than the front of it is!
cheered me up, and I hope, the gal too. 
We broke up after the games were enjoyed. I offered my farewells, and set off to Tesco, to try and get some Puff Pastry fingers and milk. 
I made my way into Victoria Centre (Mall), and to the Tesco store. I came out with Gammon steaks, fresh tomatoes and three packs of the shortcrust fingers, and £5.50 lighter. 
Where I took this picture of the buses, especially for Sandie, Marie, Pattie and Lona, TFZer gals, because I know (I think?) they are interested in our different-coloured buses. ♥ 
I spotted how cram-packed that Clumber Street was today. I took this snap, getting a scowl, but two smiles from the three lads in the frame. Hehe! 
repacked the good at the counter. 
cracks in the pavement. No photographs were taken, I was too concentrated with getting home safely and keeping the three-wheeler upright. 
I got some nosh sorted and served up. 
Typing this reminded me of the crow I thought I’d seen last week when I took this picture. Come to think of it, I might have been a cleverly clandestine designed imitation Crow-shaped ‘Drone’. Building them and spying on people is one of Pete’s hobbies, along with sneakily fitting secret CCTV cameras in peoples homes, and stealing valuables! I think Sister Jane mentioned something about he was creating a new expensive long-range model drone-droid, to add to his arsenal? Mmm? Back to the diary, got myself sidetracked there.
I made towards the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), to find it filled up more than ever before. How this can happen, and me not being aware, I find astounding. If ever I have to get up from a seat or chair, at any time, you can be sure it is going to be uncomfortable and painful. Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Back-Pain-Brenda and Hernia Harry, or any combination of, are going to complain in the only way they know how – by hurting me! So, how in the name of Gawd, do I get up and wee, then sit down again, several times, judging by the quantity in the bucket, without my remembering doing so? Come on you in-the-know educated folks, tell me, please! Hehe! Lynton? I’d love to know and understand!
finding it. 
pockets, without any success. I hobbled looking on the floor, in case it had dropped off, the strap broke or the like.
At long last, I got around to doing the medication-taking and made a brew.
But I must remember to remove it before my beloved phlebotomy nurse♥ arrives, also I must get the ablutions done in time as well.
Ah, the time has flown! 
I was almost finished when the Intercom chimed-out. It was the most beautiful Polish Phlebotomy Nurse. She kindly let me finish the mopping, before taking two vials of blood today. She told me why, but I didn’t catch what she said. After her taking the blood, she had a look at the kitchen floor and found it was still slippery. She asked if I’d mind her mopping it again, I thanked her, and she soon had the tiny room washed for me once more. She said when it had dried, I must check and if it is still slippery, put something down, even if it is only paper. Bless her cotton socks! ♥. Off she floated, as you would expect from an Angel! 
Then pondered about tomorrow’s, last, I think it is, After-Stroke Physio session. I had a hunt around for the right money for the bus fare, but could not find any. Off course, I used to keep spare cash for just an occasion. But they were stolen along with all my other monies, by my Xyrophobia-suffering, house robbing, Brother-in-Law Pete, when he was flat-breaking (He called it flat-sitting) when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTV cameras, had an in-depth ferret-around for my valuables, found them, and stole them all. (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later). I don’t expect to get them returned, they are suddenly too heavy to carry back to the flat, but were not too heavy to lift and take away when he committed the robbery? He’s a bit of a bully-boy, so I’ll say nowt else.
Fatigued again, I got the nosh prepared. A hastily prepared cold nosh. Surimi, tuna, beetroot, tomatoes, chip-sticks, old rather stale milk roll bread, an apple and an out-of-date limoncello dessert. Favour Rating: 6/10.
Tuesday 15th October: I fell asleep, a desperately-needed sleep, somewhere around 19:00hrs, and burst awake at 22:00hrs. In an incontrovertible, need of the Porcelain Throne. The immediate odds of me making it to the Throne in time were not good! I partly fumbled, stumbled, and galumphed my stomach-dominated chassis from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grottily-beige-coloured, rickety recliner, kept my balance okay, grabbed the stick, and hobbled to the wet room, with surprising deft-dexterity. 
I cleaned and washed the dandies, turned to exit the wet room, a little jerking from the leg, and I caught the Sock-Glide on the shower stool. I now have a new bruise on my foot. I’ll photograph it later. Humph! I may have muttered something under my breath, like ‘bother’; or ‘blow-it’; I’m not sure exactly.
While I was thinking, it must be about time for the Morrison orders to arrive; the door chime rang out its ‘I only want to be with you’ tune. It was the van driver delivering the fodder. 
Not that I can get out today. So much graphicalisationing needed to be done, catch-up wise. I must get round to doing them soon, or the day will be gone again!
I got some mushrooms in the saucepan warming up. To have with some Uncle Benn’s BBQ flavoured rice, black bean sauce, tomatoes and some frankfurters. I intend to use some basil and onion salt in it too! Maybe even a dro of soya? I opted to use the soya in the mushrooms instead.
not working! Also, I was not the only tenant with a crumbling new balcony roof and cracks in the apartment’s inner walls. I think they were just coming to assess if the job was urgent or not. 
Then back to the graphicalising. I can’t last much longer, though. The depression and fatigue are moving in now. Haha! 
Got it served up and took the medications while eating it. A rather morish taste. 
The sky view turned all bright for a few minutes, and the sun (What’s that then? Hehe!) shone through. There seemed to be a double layer of clouds up there.
The pins looked to be so much less knobbly and distorted? Especially the knees. I wondered, are they like this due to the INR Warfarin level being so low? I checked later to see on the internet, with this being found:
So, my being in the Red Zone, with the real risk of a Heart Attack, Blood Clots or another Stroke, is something else I have to thank The Nottingham City Homes-Repair team for? I must read up on how to come back and haunt someone, after I go the way of all flesh, bite the bullet, kick-the-bucket, croak-out, go belly up, flatline, perish, snuff-it, loop-the-loop, go the way of the dinosaurs, give up the ghost
her appointment for a little earlier for me, bless her cotton socks ♥. 08:00 > 10:00hrs.
04:50hrs: I woke up, and it was so late. I’d had a great, much-needed sleep of about five-hours. Immediately a touch of panicalisationing kicked in! So much rambled through the brain-box, I thought the bonce might burst-open. Hehe! The After-Stroke Physio session today, no time to get yesterday’s bog finished, as I had to catch the 07:25hrs number 40 bus, to get to town, do some urgent shopping (milk, seaweed, bread, and tomatoes). Hunt for bargains at the Poundland store, get to the physio session. I needed to try and clean things up a bit, from the boiler repair last night… Ah, yes! I must test it to make sure it is working as well! 
Getting back up off of the floor was not easy, but thanks to the grab rails, not as bad as it might have been without them. I must keep an eye on the clock, to avoid my pathetically persistent habit of missing the bus!
I was so pleased to find the hot water back on. Not as hot as it usually is, bit I expect it will take a while longer before it returns to it’s typically lovely and shavable with, temperature.
I got well-wrapped up. Although the rain had almost stopped, it looked a tad threatening outside.
The precipitation was only light, as I hobbled along Chestnut Walk with the three-wheeled-walker, and to the bus-shelter, with four minutes to spare. 
Out into the drizzle again. Along Milton Street, and called in the Little Waitrose store, which proved a mistake, financially. Tsk! I only got three items, but tat their famously high prices, and their habit of having something different on sale, I couldn’t resist things. I ended up with a packet of six mini Maryland Cookies to use as nibbles for the After-Stroke clan treat but still needed more, in case a few extra patients turn up. I weakened again and bought some Kenyan podded peas. Paid at the self-service check-outs, but a kind assistant put them through for me. That was nice, seeing someone friendly and helpful, at last. I thanked the lady.
The meeting broke up, again just in time to make me miss the next bus home! Haha! We said our farewells. 
Worra a funny (Not comical-funny) day today! 
I was, as earlier, not in top condition, although the Dizzy Dennis spells had stopped. 
I made a brew and took the morning medications. Got the Anoxaparin needle out, just in case the devastatingly attractive beautiful, cuddly, pretty, sex-oozing, Polish-born phlebotomy Nurse needs it to use later on me. And she could use anything her heart desires on me! I’m putty in her hands! If only I have fifty-five years younger… Hehehe!
Onto the computer. I began updating the Sunday blog, first. 
Of course, this morning’s Nottingham City Homes promised 08:00hr start by the Nottingham City Homes maintenance chap on the boiler repairing is in some doubt. Especially as it is now 08:25hrs!
It would be lovely to have hot water on tap again. Maybe, perhaps, it is the realms of possibility, at least hypothetically, conceivably, perchance, mayhap, peradventure, that my boiler will get repaired today, and even electrified and working again? 
09:07hrs: I’ll have to call Deana in a bit. Don’t like bothering her really. To find out what the plans are for today, will they be arriving or not. 
I rang Deana to ask her to investigate if the Maintenance lads were coming today or not. I was going to explain the farce of Friday. Her mobile went to answerphone, and I gave up. I must try again later, or maybe the plumber will arrive before I do. 
regarding any repairs that may or may not be taking place, and when. I live in hope, as an ordinary person would. 
Not a soul in sight en route; it reminded me a bit of the Mary Celeste. Haha! As I got to the Warden’s Holding Cell and office, this red-lettered notice was on show. Ah, I thought, Deana must be on holiday or poorly! 
On the way back along the corridor, the Nottingham City Homes maintenance chappies were still talking on Chestnut Walk.
I made my way to Woodthorpe Court and up in the elevator back home to the flat. I thought I might try to find an email for the repairs team, so I could ask directly about what was going on with hot water repair. I did find this photo on their website, which made me think a bit.
01:35hrs: I woke up to hear the distracting sound of the humming, droning noise that seemed to be coming from outside, and it irked me! As soon as I moved, Back-Pain Brenda let me know she was there. (Oh, she is painful this morning!) 
I noticed as I stripped off the dressing gown, that once again, like most mornings, the pins (legs) looked like different ones than they did the day before. The knobblyness, lumps, blotches, and even the spider veins and blood papsules from the clopidogrel, all seemed calmer, less vivid and even fewer of them? 
I was getting frustrated, so I gave it a rest for a while. 
I made up three black bags of general waste and filled the box the medications came in with recyclable material and off to waste chute in the lift lobby. With the empty jars for the green bin in the three-wheeler trolley-walker. The black bags tied around the trolley. And the carton for recycling balanced on the top of the 
3-wheeler. Not easy, and I lost the box off of the handlebars a few times en route, Hehe!
I got my nosh made earlier than usual, as I felt the weariness and fatigue coming on early. 
I was greatly cheered-up and revitalised when it turned out to be Michael, my old mate. We had one hell of a grand chinwag, he’s a busy bloke our Michael. He’s not been well himself lately. He’s still off on holiday soon to the Mediterranean, he doesn’t mess about, bless him. He spoke of his family gadabouts etc. and so much more. I could listen to him forever, what a character he is, a real pal! It was a smidge sad too, to him go, hope he was a great break in Spain, I think it was. I walked with him to the lift and sadly said my farewells.
Off to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), for a wee-wee. But where was it? Nowhere to be seen? Had I been nocturnally wandering again? I searched without any luck, for so long, that I needed the Porcelain Throne, off to the wet room. Hoping the bucket might be in there as well, but no! I’d held back the wee-wee for so long, I had to whip down the pants and relieve myself straight away – and what a surprise I got! It turned out to be a wee-wee of the CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) style! There were few areas of the room that had not been caught in the splashback-spray! I had to clean myself and the surfaces with antiseptic disinfectant, wipe the walls and mop the floor! I kid you not! 
After what seemed like an eternity, I got around to depositing my bum on the throne, ready for releasal activities. Boy, there was a lot of it this time, too! A little messy. 
I went to make another brew of tea, using the multi-prong-footed walking stick. When I say using the multi-prong-footed walking stick, I don’t mean to make the char with, I mean walking to the kitchen with. Hahaha! 
Sudden crave for food? (And sleep, rest, peace, and mental quietude) I did not feel well at all, but this didn’t seem to curb my desire for food, and so early in the day, too!
changed the camera setting for the picture size or shape. I do remember the shaking jumping hand when I took the snap, but have no idea how or what I did to change things. 
Got the nosh served up. Good as it tasted, I found I was battling to stay awake while eating it. Flavour-rating: 8/10. I think that I must have got the seasoning different to last time. Humph! 
I checked in the morning, but could not see any Bank Holidays, until December? 
