Monday 24th June 2019
Zulu:Â NgoMsombuluko 24 KuJuni 2019
02:05hrs: I woke with, not exactly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but with a degree of unexplained jocundity. My mind turned to Josie and hoped she would be feeling a little better today. I do not want to bother her too early, she is a night-owl, and mornings are not her forte at all. But must get to find out how she is later. Fingers crossed!
I find myself up, out of the near-dilapidated, £300, second-hand, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, recliner, caught my balance, got the stick and was utilising the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), almost without realising how I’d got there?Â
Off to the kitchen, and got the hand-washing done. A call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, a rather urgent one, and off to the wet room. The evacuation was swift and not too painful, whatsoever. Cleaning certain ‘things’ up afterwards, I discovered some minuscule bleeding from Little Inchy and Harold’s haemorrhoids. First time for Inchy in many weeks, it surprised me a bit. It may be due to the high INR level.
I medicated where needed, and got the kettle on. I was almost caught-out, when I passed wind, and had to hobble back to use the Porcelain Throne again. Lickety-split, too!
The evacuation was surprisingly large but we
nt okay. The poor old, seemingly constantly well-stubbed right toe, suddenly began to sting for no reason, as it had been calm with little pain earlier? There was some bleeding again.
Then, it was yet again clouted against the toilet-seat-riser’s metal leg! This was followed by a silent Whaa! And maybe a few muted, selected words of displeasure.
Marks and somewhat unique colouration appeared on the bulbous, elephantine stomach again. Along with some new papsules and spots. The Tate Gallery might be interested in this photograph? Haha!
I also noticed some hairs on the chest had started to grow back, after having them shaved off for the heart operation, donkey’s years ago. Hehe!Â
Back to the kitchen, to make another brew for the one that went cold, and did the health checks and then I took the morning medications. Sys 156, Dia 88, Pulse 90 and the temperature was 89°c. The photograph I took of the sphygmomanometerisationing, went the same way as many have over the years, off into the ether, never to be seen again. Humph!
As I made the mug of tea, I looked out through the light & view-blocking, impossible to get to clean, stepladder needed for viewing downwards, new unwanted kitchen windows. I took a couple of shots, one a close-up of where I have to go on Friday at 10:40hrs, for my long and eagerly awaited (for twenty-two weeks)Â appointment with a podiatrist. (There is also the [Thirteen weeks!] waited for audio-clinic appointment on Wednesday, where I have to walk up the steepest hill in Nottingham City Centre!)
I made a start on this blog and then updated the Sunday post. It took me a while, but the involuntary-dancing fingers were not so bad, and I completed it and got it sent off on about four hours! Smug mode Adopted!
Four wee-wees of the RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) style were taken during the updating.
I went to make a brew of tea and was surprised at how the weather had changed from earlier.
While the kettle was boiling, I popped, well, limped, to the wet room for a wee-wee with a difference. That I hope do not continue. It was an SHLP (Short-Hosepipe-Like-Painful) release! Cor blimey!
I went on the TFZer Facebook page.
I tended to the ablutions, with extra care to be taken over the shaving! Hah! All done bloodlossedssly. Prepared everything for the photographic trip to town. Dressed, checked for bus-pass, card, etc. Three-wheeled trolley with a shoulder bag, and was all ready to go out to try and see Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana, at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Fallen asleep tenants corner. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin, to ask if she could phone to book in the bound-to-be-messy job of the fitting of the new Communication Intercom.
I got down to the foyer for, and outside, was the INR Nurse ringing the button, trying to get me, on the intercom! I expected her if at all, on a Wednesday, like last week. The pretty Polish Nurse and I returned back up to the flat. Where the kind lady took my blood in short-time. I mentioned my having only four beta-blockers left, and not being able to find out from the chemist, when the delivery of July medications was due to be delivered (It seems like a Kremlin secret would be easier to find out about!) The Nurse rang the Sherrington Park Medical Practice doctors re the beta-blocker shortage. She was told, they should be here in a couple of days, as the prescription was mailed to the chemists three days ago. Bless her for trying for me. But I am still in La-La Land, over the Bisoprolol Fumarate supply will last or not! Frustration-Mode-Engaged! I thanked her, and of she trotted.
Out again for me to the hut. On entering the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult
distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. And Telling Inchcock off Zone, there were a dozen or so residents in differing states of consciousness, awareness and confusion. Hehehe! I did notice that the entrance-exit door on the Woodthorpe Court end of the cabin, was still awaiting being finished off.
Deana, come into the cabin, and I begged her assistance. She agreed to try and book them early in the day (08:00>12:00hrs), and will let me know later.
I had intended to mention Josie being poorly, but it being a Monday and everyone wanting to talk to Deana, I got a little confused. After handing out some nibbles, and what seemed like reluctant chinwags, I moved out and over to the bus stop. With a clump of us, partly-deaf old fogies talking was impressive. The misheard questions getting befuddling and confusticating answers was a delight and amusing to listen to. I kept quiet, not wanting to add my well-known miss-answerings and confusional verbiage to the spoken tangle. Haha!
On the bus, as is now routine with my having to use the trolley-guides, I had to sit on the most uncomfortable, and likely to fall-off-of seats; a side-saddle one! Margaret sat nearby, and what turned out be the most farcical conversation took place. We are both deaf, and with the other passengers chatting away, and Mary’s fast speaking, my grip on any comprehension, perception, discernment, or interpretation of what we were talking about, was very minimal, and frustrating, too! My talking too softly must have confused her as well. Still, we tried our bestest! Hehehe!
We dropped off on Upper Parliament Street. My getting off last, I usually do this, as I find I am less danger to folks with the trolley, this way. I followed some other alighted passengers and saw this very tall young ‘Vaper’ near a bus stop. By gum, he was giving off some smoke! No problem from me about it though. At least the lad is trying to stop the tobacco, and the Vaping does far less damage to his insides I believe.
I ambled on towards Clumber Street and took this photo of a reasonably busy Upper Parliament Street.
The pretend policeman, seemed to be posing as the girls went by. There’s a song in there somewhere, but I can’t for the very life of me remember what it is. Ah, got it! ♫ Standing on the corner, watching all the girl’s go by! ♫ Haha!
On the slow, steady hobble down through Clumber Street, I took some pictures. They should have bot had Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist in them.
But not in the first one of the photographicalisations, the cyclist hid behind the seven-foot lad. Hehehe!
In the second photograph, (left) there were two Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists originally, but by the time I’d got the camera out, the second Cyclist had mysteriously disappeared!
Surely he would not have taken his bike into McDonald’s? Hehe!
I had a look in a shoe shop window and got a surprise at the prices! The damned photo did an into the ether trip, but I took the snap to show how this particular pair, looked exactly like the ‘Plimsoles’ I used to have to wear at school in 1959… 1969. Hahaha! The shop had them on a Sale Price £105, down to £89! And, the shop had a right few customers inside! I think it must have been selling rip-off designer stuff?
I walked down South Parade, into the Slab Square. Hobbled onto Wheeler Gate, and into the Poundland shop, naughtily in search of some Pork-Farms Pork Pies! Guilty- Mode-engaged!Â
They didn’t have any. But, with not having any food delivery this week, I got some bleach, toothpaste, nibbles Twix and Cheeselets. And other bits.
The lad at the self-serve checkouts put the things through for me and packed the trolley and shoulder bag for me. Bless her! I may have been looking a little anaemic again? Hahaha!
I thanked her, and once outside, I saw these two Mountain Bike Pavement Cyclist, possibly visitors, judging by their suntanned faces, and backpacks, chinwagging with each other. I could not recognise what tongue they were speaking in at all.
Not that I am a linguist, of course. The English 
language is enough for me to get confused over and make a mess of.
I strolled over the Slab Square, taking a picture of the Council House en route to Queen Street and the L9 bus stop. It looked a little sparse of Nottinghamians, but there were plenty of them 
about; probably busy shoplifting, street begging or mugging someone.
I carried on and up the hill to the L9 bus shelter. Where another photograph I took, of the street, has since mysteriously disappeared into the flipping ether, from the sim-card! Huh?
At least the hands, arms and fingers were not doing much dancing and jumping about on the trip, so the photographs came out alrightish.
The bus arrived, and Caroline from then got on Chestnut Walk (As Chestnut Way is called on Google) got on the bus at the next stop. I was on a side-saddle seat as usual, and we held a conversation that was similar to the one Mary, and I had on the bus earlier going to town. Difficult! Back at Chestnut Walk or Way,
Caroline dropped off at the Briarwood Home, and I got off the bus with the rest of us ragamuffins, at Winchester Court. And hobbled along home to Woodthorpe Court.
The connecting corridor was still being built in the lift lobby. To allow us through to the new, soon be occupied and utilised (We hope) Obergruppenführeress Wardens and Prison Officers new HQ, and the brand spanking new forty-four extra-care flats.
I wasn’t sure if I should disturb Josie or not. But I had to find out if she was okay. So I rang her bells, she answered. But she was not looking very good, and said she had a migraine did not want to talk, only wanted to sit quietly, I got the message and apologised for bothering her. Told her my door would be unlocked and I’ll be available anytime if she felt poorly or needed anything at all. I withdrew swiftly, to let her get back to her chair and some rest. I felt a little useless, though!
Although it was still a tad early, I got the nosh sorted out. A can of chilli and some oven chips (Fries) and a pot of mandarins in jelly. Not one of my best meals, but I ate up all of it. Granting it a score of 5/10 for flavour. The chips were very bland!
I was getting weary again, as is standard. I got the TV ad a DVD of ‘Keeping Up Appearances’ to watch, before the Ladies Football, America v Spain. Which I got everything sorted beforehand. A wee-wee was taken, a bottle on spring water and a bag of Marmite crisps on the Ottoman, and all settled.
Oh, Sod-It! I fell asleep at half-time and missed the entire second-half. Which really wrangled me when I searched for the score when I woke up! But, I was more than pleased that America won the game, even if it took two penalties to do it.
As long as France don’t win, I’ll be happy enough! I don’t think England will win the cup, although it would be amazing. But you never know with FIFA. It seems to depend on who is giving the biggest back-hander out. Just like the French lads won against Croatia. Fiddling VAR controllers, and a Francophile or well paid or philargyrist referee. I have no confidence in FIFA’s pathetic history of biasedness!
The sky looked a little active if that’s the word, tonight. It looked beautiful.
I had a wee-wee of the LHNCWW (Long-Hosepipelike-No-Sensation-Wee-wee) mould. I thought it would never end!
I soon nodded-off again in no time.
I woke up twenty-minutes or so later, thinking it was morning! I began to get up when I realised it wasn’t dawn, and I had not overslept! What a proper fertummelt I am! Then I could not get back to sleep! Grumph!
The masticated and well-stubbed big right toe was looking a little less tender, but it was still painful all the same. 
I tore off the wrapper of some foil cooking trays and got the tiniest, teensy-weensy, piffling, cut on the end of the right index finger. 
blutions done and get ready to go out. Which only produced one minuscule shaving cut (hardly worth mentioning really), and the slightest of toe-stubbing against the shower-seat metal leg, that made me jump a bit. A few more spots and papsules were showing up.
swollen, with the heart op scars showing vividly. To me, anyway? 
Got all caught up with the post, and got the dinner going. A right dollop of delight and I ate it all, plus some cheesy nibbles afterwards!
I woke, (a decent six-hours kip) this Wednesday with an unnatural desire, nae, craving, to get the hand-washing I did last night, to the drying process. It was as if it was crucial, life-threatening or catastrophic consequences would be suffered if I di
d not get the t-shirt and socks onto the drier? 
Yet, still, I suffer ailments (Issues as used by the NHS departments who refused to tend to my toenail cutting and pediatric needs – no, I mean podiatry needs). I suffer from abasia, ischaemia, anxiousness, nervousness, equivocation, aquaphobia, ophidiophobia, I regularly get urine infections, insipience, I’ve overcome alcoholism, got inscience, get panic-attacks, absent-mindedness, and anandriousness. I stopped smoking, Arthur Itis, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, Peripheral neuropathy, Lethologica, Axonotmesis, Have a metal/plastic ticker, never got beyond being a Prol, aboulomania, arithmophobia, atrial septal defect, duodenal ulcers, dysphoria, deafness, colour blindness, and prostate cancer. Bullied at school, been shot, generalised anxiety disorder (GAD), made redundant twice, loneliness, then had a stroke, lost mobility, balance, and coordination. And I was granted at birth, with the smallest most embarrassingly miniscule whatsit, anyone has ever seen! A source of total shame, embarrassment, awkwardness, mortification, self-consciousness, shame, humiliation, and shyness in my younger years. Thus the weltschmerz joins this list! 
I’d got the camera in my dressing gown pocket though, and decided to show you a picture of, possibly the most lethal piece of equipment in the apartment! Indeed, this month it has been, Hahaha!) The right big toe stubbing leg on the Red Cross provided second-hand used toilet seat raiser. I actually flinched as I took this photographicalisation! At the thought and memories of past-picklements and toe stubbings, I’ve had recently! Hehe! 
, and took a photo of the ‘Turf Accountant Gang’. The lads were laying the lawn in front of Woodthorpe Court. 
I alighted the bus, and battled the scary traffic on my way first, to the greengrocers. Where I got some pod peas, not many, they were not in a very-fresh condition, toe big potatoes for Josie and me at the weekend, and some eggs. 
tomatoes and something else, can’t remember what at the moment. 
wn the road, even when a pavement cyclist came up towards me, it didn’t really register. I was taking the shot to capture the speed-sign on the kerbside further down Woodthorpe Drive. 
that was new to me. 
excruciating!
After what seemed like a fortnight, I got myself at last moving again, gingerly, carefully and with a certain amount of trepidation, and briefly visited the Garden shop, nothing of interest in it for me.
On my leaving, I spotted the sign about the automatic door. If it’s automatic, why do you need to press the button to open it? Haha! 
I know it was terribly painful. 
No fancy meals tonight, no time. I was in agony with both feet and the right big toe, and I wanted to stay awake long enough to watch the England Ladies match against Japan. 
he doorbell. 
02:30hrs. I woke so slowly it was hard to believe it was happening. The mind’s initial refusal to accept the very thought of waking-up, the clinomania, was stubborn. Thinking the brain was about to go into one of its uhtceare-moments, I had to adopt agrypnotic ideas to encourage and convince myself of the need to get out of the £300, second-hand, gungy-beige, c1968, sometimes-working, rickety recliner. I tried convincing myself that, “I have to get ready to go to the Doctor’s about the shortage of Beta-blockers” and “Ask about the mislaid, never to be seen Cancer Sample envelope again!”, and was answered with a distant, but not very committed, “Sod-you!” from within the grey-cells! As luck would have it, the rather sudden and urgent need for a wee-wee, forced my brain and body to engage reluctantly. 
see the Sherwood Health Centre from the unwanted new kitchen window. All lit up with the yellow lights in the car park. 
I carried on with blogging for a while, and I had to use the bucket several times, all for LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wees). I had to again take the bucket for emptying and sanitisationing. 
I notice that down in the shadows, below, in the Chestnut Way bushes near the footpath, some wood pigeons were seemingly airing themselves out.
ataclysmic exigencies. These don’t let me down, they are almost guaranteed!
weight, and went tp the wet room, and utilised the sock-glide. Which, with the new socks being too long, was a bit of a battle. I ended up with some bruises, courtesy of the metal glide. Hehe! 
I set off, down Chestnut Way. Not being able to use the footpath, due to lighting repairs or cleaning, I limped up the roadway.
As I turned down the Winchester Street hill, the brakes on the trolley were hardly capable of stopping the guide from running away.
I carried on down to Mansfield Road, and right up to the Co-op Store. The feet were particularly painful again. I hope I can manage until a week on Friday, when the poor feet and toes will get a check-over, after waiting to fifteen weeks or so, it’s probably longer. Grumph! Niggle! 
Seconds later, the sky was all bright again? Beats me why? 
As I was going into the shop up the dodgy steps, I took this photograph I found on the SD card, but do not have much idea why? 
recognition signs were there; Consulting a book while perusing the China ornaments, keeping his back to the assistants, and wearing a shifty look on his face! Haha! 
After a nose in A.C. Allan, my optician’s window (well, he has some gorgeous looking young assistants working there! Haha!), I moved on.
or him. 
As I got to the L9 and others bus stop, I took a seat, (A rare happening for me!) to ease the pain from the suffering plates and tootsies, that were getting worse than ever, pain-wise. 
erable excuse for a law-abiding imbecilic moron, a little further up the pedestrian’s pavement! Shame, he hasn’t got a job to go to. Mind you the oink, might be a night worke
As the time got close to the bus is due, there was still no signs of any of my fellow oldies, not that many of them are old nowadays, with the minimum age going down to 50 for applicant residents… 
Too tired to even think of doing any updating to this diary. 
I washed the pots, stripped and got settled to watch some DVD from Keeping Up Appearances, with Hyacinth and Richard. 
After that, I ejected my getting rather massier body from the second-hand, £300, c1968, grungy-beige, rickety recliner. I nearly went over as I gained my balance, the feet and toes were really tender and painful for some reason. But I regained control, got the stick, and made my way the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket). Where, to my utter 
Off to visit the Porcelain Throne. Where I managed, with great ease and aplomb, to stub the toe again, on the helpful WC seat-riser metal legs!
Ah, well, luckily, I was all right, fine, fighting fit, robust, durable, bursting with health, hale and hearty, in excellent shape and in a 
Back to the kitchen, to try and make a brew safely this time. 
I couldn’t get back to sleep, feeling such a fool again. 
Got the hand-washing done and put yesterdays on the dryers.
I shot off to the wet room for a painful Po
Hobbling my way back in from the unwanted light & view blocking balcony with so many windows to clean but no access and flesh removing metal spring opening devises that need pressing the spring and pulling at the same time. (Cor blimey. the toe was stinging now!) I took another unintended blurry picture of the utility (bedroom, lost items haven, toe-stubbing domain, dining room, tea drinking zone, sock-glide and ankle strapping applying surgery, Office, TV lounge and walking stick, pens etc. absconding area) room. 
I got the oven on low heat, so that later when I do the cheesy potatoes, it will heat up to temp quicker. And got a few Anya potatoes in the slow-cooker on low. 
ve lost my catagelophobia today?
I got the potatoes in the oven.
It was fortunate timing today when I delivered the meal. Josie was just getting back from the laundry room, so it was good and hot when she got it.
While the kettle warmed up, I took this picture from the unwanted, light & view blocking, unreachable for cleaning, new kitchen window. With its wide ledge that prevents viewing downwards, without the use of the stepladders, which when in use, always seems to bring on a the scary peripheral neuropathy inspired leg dancing, and usually involves me falling off of the steps and getting injured. 
Luckily, my mood was soon changed as the urgent need for a wee-wee arrived. Off to the wet room. Which, unfortunately, took a little longer than I would have been comfortable with. The freeing of my becoming gargantuan-again torso from the £300, c1968, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured rickety recliner chair, was hampered by several things this morning. Arthur Itis was revisiting both of the knees, the axonotmesis and the peripheral neuropathy had got the right-hand fingers, arm and shoulder doing their involuntary hokey-cokey dance routine (but only for a minute or two, then things settled down), and I stubbed the already well-stubbed toe against the Ottoman! I may have uttered a few words of discontent under my breath, like, “Oh blow it!” or “Fancy that!” 
By the time I had got to the wet room, I also needed the Porcelain Throne. And what a messy evacuation I had to cope with. I had to spend what seemed an endless time, cleaning things and myself up afterwards! During which, the brain decided that either the Senna tablets had suddenly started working after weeks of failure – or, most likely, the copious amount of fresh pod peas I had eaten with last nights Cheesy potatoes, flavour rated 9.55/10 meal, had got things moving again? My money is on the amazingly tasty pod peas. Hehe! 
meeting to have them fitted? 
I took a picture through the unwanted, thick-framed, multi-glass windows to clean that cannot be reached, that prevent me from taking photographs of out and down, due to the ledge being too high. However, if I am in a suicidal mood, the step-ladders can be mounted and then I can hang outside to see if any fire engines are on site when a fire alarm activates, that I cannot hear anyway, goes off. It needed saying! 
nt off to get the ablutions sorted out. I realised as I was washing the used cup up, I had not done the hand-washing yet, so set about getting the t-shirt and socks in the bowl and cleaned and left them soaking while I got the teggies, shave and shower tended to. I took my time and used the shower-seat today. It felt so unnatural. Got dressed and had another search for the mysteriously disappeared sample return envelope – it must have gotten thrown away by mistake? 
ink they will be. It’s just the beta-blockers that I am short of. Confusion-Mode-Continuing! 
No altercations on the way down and onto Mansfield Road, and left towards Carrington. 
I noticed at the bus stop as I hobbled by, the Subway franchise was advertising Vegan Your Way on the boarding. It had a disclaimer showing in tiny letters at the bottom of the advert; ‘Subway Your Way products may have come into contact with none-vegan and meat products during the preparation.’ Gawd, they have to cover themselves nowadays to avoid being prosecuted, I suppose? 
A Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was going up the hill. I’m not sure that this ignorant, bullying, uncaring, anti-social excuse for a human being was not the same one that hit me last February as I limped along the same bit of road coming home from the surgery?
Over the crest and down into Carrington. 
bottles that had been thrown in the bin! With the rubbish cage and bins right next to it, I could not understand why people had used the flower bed and not the supplied boxes to rid themselves of their waste? 
out of the woman’s lips as she looked carefully and excitedly at an old tea set in a cabinet – followed by Hubby consulting one of his books, and the utter dejection on both of their faces that followed… I assumed he had found out the tea service was not worth much, after all! Hahaha! I almost felt sorry for them, until I remembered they were just two more of the ever-growing number of Line one’s pockets, have one’s ship come in, make a pretty penny, laugh 
all the way to the bank, strike it lucky, make a fortune folk, out for something for nothing. But, I am not interested in riches, affluence, opulence or prosperity. Surely proof of my insanity? Hehe!
But none from the flats. When the L9 arrived, I was the only person who got on. I was soon back at Windwood Heights. 
More signs of the workmen’s activities as I got inside and to the lift foyer. 
I was ready to fall asleep while I was standing up. This bothered me a tad? 
While in there, I carried out another rummage around in vain hopes of finding the misplaced or lost Cancer Sample return envelope. No luck, of course. Humph! I also tried to pass on The Porcelain Throne to get a sample. Going through almost agony, but managed. 
I got the Tuesday lactarium finished at last. 
Off to the wet room again. The shave was almost blood-loss-less! Haha! The new toothpaste was, how shall I put it? Erm… Well, er, disappointing at first. Not a nice taste. I thought I ought to go back to the regular one. 
Fond cheerios shared, and I got in the flat. A wee-wee. Wash. And got the peas shelled and in the saucepan for cooking later. Got the mature cheddar out to add to the spud later on. 
The bad luck was in the middle of washing the shirts and socks, the damned cunningly timed Peripheral Neuropathy started the handshaking and leg dancing just at the moment I was emptying the bowl of soapy water to be replaced with some clear cold water for the rinsing out! 
I got the things drying and hanging eventually. Cleaned up again, and noticed my dodgy right-hand hand, had horrendously gone all red! 
I made 
a brew of good strong Assam tea and sorted the medications out.
Time to get the ablutions sorted out, if I am to get everything done to catch the 09:30 bus to town. I hope the wee-weeing doesn’t bother me when I’m out. (Just a thought, but a worrying one!) 
had to sit on a sidesaddle seat. Most uncomfortable and incommodious way to travel, but, a necessary evil nowadays. 
As I began to walk up to Clinton Street, another so-called street dweller had taken up a position close to the Poundland shop. 
to judge?
I poddled into the slab square and began t go down Exchange 
after all. Else I will miss the L9 bus home. 
The rain began to come a lot more substantial, and I made my way to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street. 
was wonderful. 
He’s wearing jeans, old man’s slippers like mine, and lounging, feet up, relaxed, with a newspaper and book near to his expensive, possibly new chair; that I would not be able to get out of once I’d got down settled in it. 
The SSPWW (Short-Sprinkly-Painful-Wee-Wee) didn’t last long, but somehow more of it needed cleaning up from the floor and wall afterwards than went in the WC bowl! Something is wrong here? Tsk! 
This prompted me to do the health checks again, straight away.
the kitchen to make a brew. 
took the medications, after verifying that I was taking the correct ones this time, and not making the same cock-up as I did yesterday with them. 
The walk up Sherwood Rise was a slow, careful, thoughtful one. Slow and cautious to ensure no Accifauxpas with the trolley or shakes. Careful because I was in a sort of expecting-things-to-wrong mood, But things didn’t, which was a pleasant surprise. Haha! 
The temporary garden furniture place at the top of the hill, gave me an opportunity for a rest, as I had a look at their sheds for sale on display. This price seemed too good to be true, as it included delivery and erection? 
, I thought I’d picture the loaded three-wheeled-trolley. As I was pretty pleased with my cleverness in getting everything in it. (Just, Hehe!) 
oh yes! Mind you, it might be more for me? 
main road in Nottingham. 
I took a snap when I got to the end of Chestnut Way, of the whole Winwood Heights. The trees obviously block out the Windwood Court, the new extra-care flats being built and fitted out at the moment; that will contain hopefully when finished; A chiropodist, hairdressers, games room, and a rooftop lounge area. They are erecting link routes to the new facilities with each of the older blocks. 
I felt so tired suddenly. All I did was to have a wee-wee (What else?) and got a meal cooking. Of sorts.