Monday 23rd July 2018
Yiddish: מאָנטיק 23 יולי 2018
0500hrs: Once again, a brain and body awoke in the £300 second-hand recliner; so dissimilar and remodelling compared to the one that went to bed last night. I’m finding it hard to recognise myself in the mornings lately. Hehe!
Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger were both AWOL. More surprisingly, so was Belinda Blotches (Almost cleared up now), No bother (pain) from Hernia Harry or Hippy Hilda.
: The Whoopsie derived bruises, acquired last night from my walking naked, apart from my socks, into a left-opened door of the fast decomposing, disintegrating hardwood 1964 G-Plan cabinet, were still a bit tender.
Tne moment I moved to detach my lumbering body-mass from the recliner, I realised that my old friends Haemorrhoid Harold and Inchies fungal lesion were not being so kind to me. A hasty hobbling to the wet-room was needed post haste. Little Inchie had been bleeding, and it had dried (Ouch! Haha!), and Harold 
had and was bleeding, and Diahorrea Donald was in total control of the evacuation process. Tsk!
Cleaned up, I made my way to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done, and medications were taken.
The hemadynamometer worked first time again.
Got the results recorded and into the front room to update last weeks Excel sheets to take with me to the Doctors. Then realised I was going to the hospital this week, cause the 
surgery have not made me an appointment again. Fancy that! Azoy gait es!
Got next weeks dosage pots made up, which reminded me, I must get to the chemist today. I’ll go after FootLady Sue has done my tootsies I Think.
Back to the computer and started this blog going up to here. Then finished off yesterdays diary and sent it off.
0735hrs: Herbert above is tap-tapping a bit. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking Nottingham City Homes upset for moaning about their favourite tenant making a noise. As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. “You’ll have to put up with it!” I don’t want to lose my home. I’d better cross it out.
I’d better get the ablutions done now so I can have everything ready, just in case FootLady Sue arrives early.
Teggies done, shaved, extremities cleaned, then a long shower. Followed with some rather harrowing medicationalisationing of the lesion. Creamed Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Sprayed the torso and legs with antiperspirant.
To the kitchen to sort the bags out. Heck of a loud, long grinding noise emanated from somewhere. No idea, where, though. Sounded very close.
: Got three black bags made and tied-up. Before they reduced the size of the rubbish chute entry point, it would have taken one bag. Took these out along with a recycling bag. Dropped the black ones down the waster funnel and took the Orange bag down and to the caretaker’s door, where some others had left their filled recycle-bags, and some naughty pensioners had dumped other household items and loose rubbish.
All ready for Sue to arrive now. I did a bit more work on the TFZer graphics.
I took the bags down and nipped out to take this picture of Chestnut Walk, outside the foyer doors.
Through the maze of barriers and to the left, you will find the Caretaker’s door.
Didn’t see anyone that I could talk to.
Back up to the apartment and on the computer to update this load of tosh.
Ah! One of the smaller hoists came up by the window. I think this might be what the noise was earlier.
The intercom chimed up: it was FootLady Sue arriving.
She set about sorting the tootsies out for me. Nice chinwag.
I made up an Iceland order and then set off on a hobble to the chemists for my prescriptions.
Set out to the Chemists. Met some residents in the foyer, Mo, Jenny and Frank.
Walked to the bus stop with them and I joined a few others already there, and some very welcome laughter and no-pressure chinwagging took place.
The place had come alive now, and with we pensioners, all agreed, that we want to stay alive and uninjured, the three of us should take extra care manoeuvering on the car park or road to get to the bus. Already!
Caught the bus down Winchester Street Hill to Mansfield Road.
Went to the bus stop near the old bus depot, and found it had been decorated with some classic Nottingham Street Art.
I became aware that this is the bus stop that some youth was stabbed in, and last year an 88-year-old woman was attacked at 1000hrs in the morning on this spot!
I was soon in Carrington and made my way to the chemist and collected the prescriptions. Then 
made my way to the Lidl store to be insulted, sneered at and looked down upon.
: They changed tactics today and caught me out.
Instead of the curled lips and looking at me as if I was dog-poo on their shoes, they just ignored me entirely. Cunning move on their part. Haha!
I paid the £9.16 for the tomatoes, still lemon & lime water, mint chocolate ice-cream cones, mini-Cumberland sausages, two bread mini-rolls and a packet of battered, seasoned potato slices. Caught the bus back into Sherwood and got to the bus stop at the top of the hill.
A couple of Woodthorpe residents were waiting there.
One, the lovely lady sat here in this picture with her white sun-bonnet on her head. She lives on the first floor and seems to be a pleasant natured lady. But she was telling me of her medical problems – they put my pathetic ailments to shame. Bless her!
She is the lady who shared her views and thoughts on the new kitchen windows with me the other week. We are both so soundly disappointed in losing the light and perspective, as well as having so many extra windows to clean when the new balconies are fitted.
Ended up with Roy, Dot and lady in the hat and me, walking together from the bus to the Woodthorpe Court, myself. They were a little 
too nippy for me to hear what they were saying to each other in front of me, but the good thing is they were laughing. The bags with the weight of the shopping and prescriptions had weighed me down I think.
Up and back in the flat, the overbearing heat of late did not hit like it did yesterday when I opened the door. But it felt far hotter out and about this morning. Indeed the thermometer showed the heat had dropped a good bit.
I got the bag from the chemist out on the counter.
And without dropping any as well. (Smug mode Adopted here! Hahaha!).
I got them out of the flimsy paper bag and spread them out so I could determine if any were missing this month, like last month and the month before. That Chemist is going off me I think? Hehe!
I was utterly unmiffed or surprised when I realised that one of the products was missing, not there and absent.
: There was no Anusol Cream for my Harold Haemorrhoid problem.
I thought at first that I had shown great stoicism at this happening befalling me.
Then I wondered if stoicism was the right word – I’ll have to look it up later. Tsk!
I packed the boxes and bottles into there allotted places.
This means another trip has to be made to the damned chemist to make things right – just like last month and the one before – Another Durkhfal!
: I trapped my finger in the drawer as I closed it shut after storing away the medications. I think I may have said something along the lines of “Well fancy that!” at the time.
I was determined not to allow myself to become tristifical over this being let down again for the third time, by the pharmacist.
Put the fodder away and made a start on updating this post.
Got the nosh started, seasoned sliced potatoes in the oven. Sliced the tomatoes on the plastic plate.
Did the health checks and took the evening medications.
Considering that I had used the buses today and not got a decent hobble in at all, I was feeling well-tired-out.
I got the nosh sorted and served up.
A much-improved effort this time. A deserved 8/10 for Flavour Rating. The mini Cumberland sausages were tasty. Only the tomatoes let the meal down, they were a bit bland. The onion salt was used to spice them up a little. The mature cheddar cheese, excellent! The sliced seasoned potatoes were alright.
I planned the TV viewing, cause I felt confident that the sleep that has resisted me for several nights now would play-up again. The now customary nodding-off and waking-up again continued, with me being confused a few times and thinking it was time to get up. Humph!
: What a Shlimazel! Getting the tablet tray out, it slipped from my grasp. 
Made another mug of Assam tea, (The much stronger flavoured Twinnings brand of tea, the PG version is very bland tasting) and took one of the Diahorrea Donald capsules.
Went to get some fresh peas podded and into the saucepan with some sugar and Balsamic vinegar seasoning, ready to cook later.
I walked into the 1950’s made cabinet doors I’d left open.
It took me a long time to decipher the handwriting. Then a bit of memory clicked-in. I was in a supermarket looking in the freezer section, and a large packet of roast potatoes started to sing to me. Hehe! ♫ All of me, why not bake all of me… ♫ Not the foggiest what it was all about.
I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner, almost nimbly and without any pain whatsoever! Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna… in fact none of the usual ailment were bothering me. Apprehension and confusion at this ease of movement replaced the typical matutinal physical pains.
: I almost skipped (Well, hobbled more easily) to the Porcelain Throne. Where the evacuation was uncomfortable, gooey, messy and sticky! I must remember to get some more toilet rolls on Monday. Tsk!
Got a good cleaning up session done. Found some more of the ironclad biting beetles in the wet room.
Returned to the computer room and noticed the Nottingham City Homes Monitoring thingy was still showing 31°c – 88°f. The temperature has been in the red zone since they provided this machine. When I mentioned this to someone the other day, I was told it is the same for everyone! So, why did they offer them in the first place, if they are going to ignore the readings anyway? Smoke & Mirrors?
I took the bin bags to the chute and the empty jars to the recycling bin on the way to the bus stop.
still feeling perky, the state as I woke up in.
What a shock I got when I got into Daybrook!
I called in the small Tesco store and got some spring water and ice-cream cones. By gum, the bags were heavy now, and I was struggling a bit with them.
million times for that grand gesture and offer, young Lady! I did have to decline, because I had weighted the two bags to be more or less even, and this was taking pressure off of Hippy Hilda. Who was showing signs of not being too pleased with me? Restored my faith in humankind this did. Worryingly, the EQ was still sure that something not pleasant, was and is always going to happen today. Already!
Worryingly, I spotted several bees that looked to be in distress, apathetic some of them had lost their colouring and were melting; if that is the right word for it. (I know its not the correct wording, but as I sit here typing this, I am feeling suddenly worse and concentration has gone kaput!)
I’ll get the meal served up early, and take a calm sit down… well that’s the plan. Hehe!
I made a small mug of the PG Assam tea. A decent brew when made in a tiny cup, the bags are not strong enough to produce any strong malty flavour in an adequately sized mug. But this one was tasty enough.
: One of them was not the usual jet-black like the others. It was a tiny bit bigger, more aggressive, with a redder colouration (probably through my blood the beetle has been dining on? Hehe!) I got the camera and returned, by then all the other black ones had disappeared from sight. But this more significant, slightly unconventional looking one was still there. I got a piece of toilet roll and tried to squash the little thing. The result was, it bit me, I nipped him between my fingers, and dropped him into the sink, and seemingly unharmed, he ran away so fast, trying to get to catch him I knocked my knuckles on the tap (faucet). A tough, nasty one this varmint! I hope he hasn’t got any illegal immigrant family members with him.
Sister Jane emailed me a picture of one of her Hedgehogs in her garden last night, which she caught on her CCTV cameras.
Got the glasses out with the phone and camera to take with me, got the hearing aid in the ear-holes and set off out.
As I approached the pelican lights, a party from the Child Care place looked well organised. The children were behaving themselves, waking in twos hand in hand. Just to think, in a few years they will be shoplifting, drug-taking, swearing, smoking and most likely broke when Brexit takes a grip!
As I thanked them and left the store, I walked a few hundred yards up the hill to the bus stop. I couldn’t have timed it better. The second I got to the shelter an L9 bus arrived. Luck! Did you notice that? I had some Luck! Yee-Haa!
lads were hectically managing delivery and workings of plant and materials, guiding lorries and tractors in and out of the various small gates on the site.
But credit to the Willmott-Dixon company, they had arranged for men at each gate to monitor the incoming vehicles.
hitting someone or something, is deserving of a little praise, I think.
Got the lamb and chips in the oven cooking. Peas and potatoes already in the crock-pot.
: As I looked down and saw the state of the legs and ankles, things came a little more concentrated, thought-wise.
Belinda’s Blotches seemed to be settling down after yesterday’s mini-return to hurting and itching madly again. I think the flat’s aliens or ghosts had got to this photo. Where the all-through staples were at the bottom of the heart op scar, looked luminescent to me?
Again, I forgot about the rubbish bag chute drawer being made so small it is almost useless. Fancy giving us the large orange bags for the recycling waste and not being able to get it in the chute? Humph!
I noted how sad the bottom field outside looked, through the only mostly dirt and the bird-poo free bit of the large sliding doors windows.
A letter had been posted through the door.
I put it in the bag to take with me to ask someone to call them for me. I couldn’t understand how I’d gone in arrears when I pay my rent via Direct Debit.
I left and made my way to the flats.
Got the Glowhite powder I bought the other day and collected the few bits of washing there was left over after yesterday morning’s washing session. 
Back up yet once more to the apartment. 
I sorted out filling the pot with Bold lavender pods, and some of the Wilko Fragrance Boost Exotic Ylang & Freesia scented granules. Stored away the Glowhite Ultra to use later. Providing I can find it then! Haha!
Then I had to make my way to the Porcelain Throne. Blimey, twice in a day, can’t remember when this last happened. The evacuation was very different.
2205hrs: Still awake after what seemed like hours… well it was hours actually; of trying to get to nod-off.
The lift arrived and the door, at least I think it was the door, made a heck of a grinding noise when it opened. The din it made was so loud. I wouldn’t be surprised if it had woke someone up. WD50 needed there, I thought. It sounded like a screech come scream from an old horror movie.
: Stubbing my wonky toe against the kerb as I retreated to relative safety. Tsk!
Cleaned the filter, got the togs out and folded.
Belinda’s Blotches were looking like
being occupied by many of those rock-hard-mini-beetles again!
I took the black bags and the recycling bag out with me when I departed, dropped the black ones down the chute. Although it was a bit of a struggle to get the waste into the opening, despite my purposely putting far less in each sack.
A little further along the Walk and I zoomed in for this one of Winchester Court; Catching the Willmott-Dixon sub-contractors who were working on the mini-hoists, putting the insulation up on the walls. I think.
coming in for the builders and faces looking strained and under pressure. I didn’t get a single acknowledgement to the many “Good Mornings” I threw out. Oh, dear! Not like the lads as a rule?
I think the street cleaner mobile that left the road and gave the poor chap a bit of a scare as it passed by him with about 6″ to spare is a Scarab Minor.
I made my way back to the bus terminus, feeling a little pessimistic, now.
that manages the chain’s presence in the UK, Turkey and the Gulf states. The company, which has 613 stores in the UK and Ireland, paid no corporation tax in the UK last year, despite ringing up profits of £25.5m. Sorry, but I’m in that sort of ‘Need to Moan’ mood at the moment.
That USA style bacon with a hint of Canadian Maple was delicious.
Off to get the ablutions done early, a stand-up job, of course, this early in the day.
The Morrison chap arrived with the groceries.
: I went to put the frozen stuff away, and found that I’d left the freezer door ajar! Argh!
I shelled some fresh garden peas.
Back out once more, and made my way around to the back of the complex onto the Woodthorpe Grange Park.
I think my outburst caught him at a loss for words.
I took a closer shot of the windows.
to how some of the tenants feel.
The clouds again covered the sunshine as I took this last photographicalisation.
Got the nosh prepared.
I spotted that Belinda’s Blotches around my midriff front and back, had returned; reddened, itching, new spots and stinging the moment I moved my bulbous body.
How I made the scratch marks, I don’t know. Surely I would have remembered making them?
Then I was summoned to the wet room and the loose-lidded mini-sized, beetle ridden Porcelain Throne.
Three or four residents in there to have a chinwag with, I liked that. 
Got into town and made my way down Queen Street, over the Slab Square and along to Friar Lane and waited for a Y7 bus to Derby.
An ambulance I passed had something that we Nottinghamians have come to accept as a rarity and worth mentioning, next to it; Yes, a policeman!
from the South this time, and blow-me-down, another Ambulance.
I ambled over to the river Derwent, via the Derby Council Offices gardens.
The barrier close to the bridge had been occupied by Canada Geese, white geese and a few brave mallards that were continually being bitten into moving on. Hehe!
We wer
I would have taken more, but despite being thrown about by the stiff and bone-shaking bus suspension, I nodded-off again. Woke, and had to concentrate on not going off to kip still and miss the bus stop in Nottingham. Poor Old Putz!
So I had an amble around the City Centre outskirts.
more.
At the bus stop, I realised I still had a long wait for the L9 bus to arrive. So, I walked down to catch a number 40 bus instead.
In the seat in front of me, sat the lady (Ethel I think, but I could be wrong) from the fourth floor of Woodthorpe Court. The bus was soon jam-packed with people having to stand.
Late as it as, and me feeling so weary and drained; hence the no cooking meal, I dug-in and savoured all of the fodder on the plate.
I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner with a bit of a struggle, due to Hippy Hilda being a bit bothersome, and checked the temperatures in the two room.
temperature of 31°c – 87.8°f indicated.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. A little more natural evacuation this morning.
I noticed when cleaning up, that he chest had somehow acquired new decorations. In the form of spots, pimples and scratches, of a variety of different colours? Even the body hair is now in different shades! However, Belinda’s Blotches had improved well, far less itching and no pain.
I’m glad I did discover its hidden location, though.
I decided to sort out the medication pods and pots before I forget again.
Got the nosh ready and served up.
I woke with stinging, stabbing pains around the right external auditory meatus (Ear Hole). A touch of the Collywobbles (I blame the horrible meal I made, and half-ate last night for this). But Belinda’s Blotches were itching less and not so inflamed.
As the body slowly joined the brain in imitation semi-activity, I noticed signs of noctambulous noshing activity having taken place. 
The temperature in the room was currently at 31°c – 87.8°c, which was a little lower and welcome.
I got on the Porcelain Throne, and I anticipated immediate movement. But oh, no. Nothing but pain as the exciting material came half-way and got stuck. Boy, the agony! I thought things would start to split, so long did it take, all the painful forcing, I could feel the piles bleeding… A Frightful Session. Still, I read a few pages of the book, quite a few pages… Haha!
Writing the above paragraph, I realised I had not put the Wrist Health Panic Alarm back on, after cleaning myself up. Without hesitation, I fetched it from the wet room and adorned my wrist with it. Schlemiel!
I got side-tracked when I was about to take the Senna tablet, and started to get the meal prepped.
Got dressed and some nibbles and a small bottle of spring water in the bag, and set out in plenty of time to wait downstairs for BJ and Dave to arrive.
when built, will be known as Winwood. Confusing innit? Hehe!
Big Young David accidentally caught my back as I was manoeuvring out of the door. This made me move quicker, and I stretched my legs more than I had planned, landing a little awkwardly, Hippy Hilda didn’t like this, and Little Inchies Lesion started bleeding at the same time, then as I caught my balance, Arthur Itis started the right knee off. I was not in a very good condition for a moment or two. But I was determined to enjoy the trip out and pressed on. 
As I waited, I spotted a Honda GullWing three-wheeler motorbike. As luck would have it, the owner, an entertainer at the Steaming Day, returned to the bike to collect s
Got the nosh done at last!