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!
0315hrs: Only got about 3 and-a-half hours of shaking and waking feeling dizzy and disorientated, sleep in. I awoke with thoughts racing undisciplined rambunctiously around in my mind. A total fertummelt of higgledy-piggledy confusing concerns, fears, and worries. And there they remained taunting me for ages. No summations, plans or decisions were made. My confusions were probably more profound by the time I gave up trying to sort things out in the mocking-myself grey-cells zone.
The best thing about this uhtcearing was that Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun of last night had both departed my body, and this almost brought me to the brink of feeling happy. Hehe!
Also, the Health Checks I did next, produced decent results; the arduous hobble yesterday, must have helped me keep the weight down.
The sphygmomanometer operated first try.
Things were rapidly changing mood-wise, emotionally, and I found myself singing some old songs from the days when I was alive. I reckon I had a verbal bash at; Billy Fury’s ‘In Thoughts of You’; Adam Faith’s ‘My Last Wish’; Cliff Richards’ ‘The Young Ones’ and hummed Acker Bilks ‘In a Persian market,’ among others.
I got the kettle on and made a brew, then took the medications.
: What a Shlimazel! Getting the tablet tray out, it slipped from my grasp.
But amazingly I bent down and caught it before it hit the ground – I momentarily felt a bit smug about this… then I clouted the top of my head against the countertop edge as I was getting back upright.
The need for the utilisation of the Porcelain Throne arrived. So I attended. Another unpleasant, ‘Loose’ activation. I cleaned up a bit and put some cream on the head scratch, well just a bruise really.
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.
Managed to get a photographicalisation through the filth, bird-poo, sprayed plaster and mud covered windows in the main room.
Went to get some fresh peas podded and into the saucepan with some sugar and Balsamic vinegar seasoning, ready to cook later.
The temperature had gone down in the apartment, well down. In fact, it felt cold.
I got the computer on and started to create this diary.
: A much more painful and puzzling one this time.
I walked into the 1950’s made cabinet doors I’d left open.
At first, I thought I just had the one bruise to boast about, it was coloured deep bluish in colour. Then I noticed I had another one coming up?
Maybe I had hit the leg against the brass handle and the corner of the wood?
: I got the camera and took this photo on the left. By the time I took the second picture on the right, it, another bruise was coming through on the leg, of a different colour. And the black ring bruise seems to have moved?
All very confusing. Painful too! Hehe!
I think a third bruise is trying to come through now. Tsk!
Talk about Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat – it’s Gerry and the Amazing Multicoloured hairy left thigh! Hahaha!
Back on the computer and made this blog up to here, then
Went to finalise the Saturday diary. Three hours later, I’d got it done and posted off into the ether.
I answered the comment. Then went on the WordPress Reader section for a perusal at the blogger’s work and fun.
Had a shave and wash and medicationalised areas of my body in need (Hehe!) Made a fresh mug of Strong Breakfast Tea and got on CorelDraw to make a few TFZer humourous graphics for Facebook.
Off to the ablutions now… back soon.
Did the Health Checks and the medicationalising was completed.
Went on CorelDraw and made a couple of TFZer graphics to use later. This took me over three hours.
Got the meal ready. Again, it looked succulent and smelt appealing. But the eyes must have been bigger than the stomach, cause I could not eat it all, and had to put a lot of it in the bin?
: Went to the toilet for a wee-wee, and Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun both attacked. For a while, I was once again considering if I should press the Health Alarm Button or not. I didn’t like this scenario in the least. Then a feeling of weariness and fatigue hit me.
I got the pots washed, and the uneaten fodder was thrown in the bin and wrapped. From then on, I was pretty useless and a physical and mental wreck. Concerned at not knowing why. No more singing old songs now!
I settled in the recliner and nothing for hours, as I watched the banal, trite and insipid boring programmes on offer. But, sleep would not come, however, tired I felt. Well, it did eventually, but so late into the morning.
0455hrs: Woke up, feeling sure I had just had a night filled with so many dreams and nightmares. One of them, or a bit of one, I found scribbled on my nocturnal-notepad.
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.
Even Belinda’s Blotched were not itching anything like they have been doing, and the marks were far less prominent.
Yes, another person with my name had woke up again!
: 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!
My EQ told me something was going to go wrong, or happen to me soon, to take me out of this unexpected and rare, yet pleasing mood of contentment. I hate it when this happens, for it is seldom wrong.
Got a good cleaning up session done. Found some more of the ironclad biting beetles in the wet room.
All black ones this morning, none of those oddly tinged red ones like yesterday. The reddish ones tend to nip a little harder, but their shells are softer than the black ones. I wonder if they are black ones metamorphosing black ironclads or are they another species? They are longer and more significant, but there are not many of them compared to the black ironclad buggers with their shells so strong it is hard to crush them, and the darker ones are much quicker but have a far less painful bite.
Off to the kitchen, made a brew and took the medications. Then did the Health Checks. The results looked fine to me. Even the weight had stayed down, mind you, I had just passed what must have been a couple of pounds of waste product to the Porcelain Throne, hadn’t I?
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 pondered a while on things to be done. Monday FootLady Sue 1000hrs, then collect prescriptions from Chemist. Wednesday afternoon Opticians (Remember to take the broken glasses with me), and the INR DVT blood test at the City Hospital. Thursday Morrison Delivery 0630hrs then Social Hour. A ficulnean idea, making plans so early.
On the computer and began to finalise the Friday post and sent it off. Had a bash on the WordPress Reader.
Made a start on this blog.
Went on Facebooking to add photographs and check on the TFZer site.
Oh, dear, it sounds as if Herbert above is getting his equipment ready for drilling, knocking, tapping, clattering and buzzing making his engines again. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking Nottingham City Homes upset for moaning about their favourite mollycoddled 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. Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations I have with any Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.
I decided to catch a bus into Arnold, and walk all the way back, to get some decent exercise in.
So, I’ll stop here and get the ablutions done, so I don’t miss the bus out.
0840hrs: Back in a while.
1230hrs: I’m back now folks. Now for the tale of trip out.
I took the bin bags to the chute and the empty jars to the recycling bin on the way to the bus stop.
Willmott-Dixon who are not working, Saturday you know. Had left some massive metal sheets of iron, over the gaps left from digging to put the cables and pipes in, to lead to the New Build Block, making sure none of us old dears could fall down the hole. Interestingly, they had left one if the yellow sections of barrier out of the line. So, if any of our residents come home pickled (And that is well possible, we have more than our share of alcoholics, Hehe!) and want to throw themselves down the hole, they can. Or one of the sight impaired tenants. How caring if them.
Limped on to the bus stop, where a mass of residents bodies were waiting for the bus and grew in number as I remained with them. Some laughs and chinwags were enjoyed, especially with Cyndy and Roy, a pair of characters indeed.
The route taken on the bus, and then on my tootsies hobbling home, here.
I dropped off the L9 at the Sainsbury Store and spent some money on Lucozade, potatoes, oven-bottom-muffins, onion salt, Hisin & five spice sauce, surimi fish sticks, shortbread and shorties biscuits and some apples. I cunningly decided not to get the spring water (heavy to carry) or ice-cream cones (would soon melt) and decided to buy them nearer to the flats. Because I was still determined to walk home and get some exercise in, cause I still feeling perky, the state as I woke up in.
Finished the shopping and paid the lady at the checkout.
I hope she gets her teeth or throat seen to soon, she didn’t seem able to speak or smile, Poor thing!.
Out and started my walk back home.
Up passed the Fire Station
On to Mansfield Road
What a shock I got when I got into Daybrook!
You may think that this picture is from somewhere else or doctored. But, no, it’s the genuine article.
I saw two Nottingham Policemen in an unmarked police car who had stopped a cyclist who was sat on the wall of the Vale pub. Their body language indicated they were not happy with him, whatever he’s done of had happened. I plodded on.
Ah, that's better... Hehehe!
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.
As I limped through the gates, this kindest young lady stopped me and asked me if I was going all the way up the hill, and could she carry one of the bags up the path for me. I felt humbled and cared for in a second. Thank you a 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!
As I made my way up the tortuous to my feet tarmac footpath, watching the many dogs taking their owners for a walk and a game of ball, and enjoying it; An altercation suddenly blew up between four dogs! I think the animals were only playing with each other, but it took a couple of owners a while to separate some of the woof-woofs. Hehe!
At the top I turned right and into view came the Copse and the flats.
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 put the bags down outside the foyer, partly to give me a rest and to view the scenery. Dizzy Dennis overcame me for a minute or so, but I recovered well and went inside to the lift.
: Then back out to collect the bags. Shmendrik!
Got up and into the flat, now with a vagueness that came from nowhere. Still, I got the fodder put away and decided on garden peas, potatoes, and chicken for the nosh. Got the potatoes in the saucepan (Thinking I’d put the peas in the slow-cooker before leaving earlier – I hadn’t, but didn’t realise it yet).
Got the computer on to update this post thus far.
Oh dear, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Steven having a go at me now.
Did the Health Checks, and took the medications.
I’ll get the meal served up early, and take a calm sit down… well that’s the plan. Hehe!
Chicken thigh, potatoes and two tomatoes filled oven-bottom-muffins with onion salt, and an apple. Enjoyed this one, gave it an 8.8/10 taste rating.
Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis were not helping me to get to sleep. They both persisted to the point that I considered pressing my wrist alarm. But I’m glad I didn’t.
There were two films on that I fancied watching. As a rule, I would not consider viewing anything on this late. But the dizzies and unsteadiness would, I thought, might be more comfortable if I was concentrating on something else. So I attempted to watch the first film, Claude Vann Damme’s ‘The Order’ – farcical, constantly nodding off for a few minutes and waking again. Missed most of the film and the ending. Woke and decided, I should be able to get to kip, as the dizzies were few and far between now. But no, sleep did not come. I repeated the same pattern in watching Steven Seagal’s ‘Belly of the Beast’. Missed even more of this film and the ending… and many bits in between. Grumph!
0435hrs: Woke up in yet again a different mode and mood. Anxious stressed and not sure why. Recalled I have the Opticians visit, the Chemist for the prescriptions, and a feeling there was something else, but uncertain what it is. Nothing new there!
The ailments seemed in a good mood though, and that helped me partially attain such an outlook.
I was soon out of the £300 second-hand recliner and doing the Health Checks.
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.
The sphygmomanometer worked the first time.
The readings looked okay.
The innards summoned me to attend the Porcelain Throne. Surprising that, as I’d already had that ‘extra’ session of mammoth proportions last night? No bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids whatsoever, they were just a touch sore, though.
Cleaning up afterwards, I spied a few of the iron-clad uncrushable biting mini-beetles running about on the floor and sink.
: 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.
I had a quick rinse and spotted that Belinda’s Blotches were now diminishing faster than my memory. Haha!
I got the computer on and started this diary going.
I shall not mention the Wee-wees again, they are so frequent; take it that one every half-hour or so took place. Tsk! Hehe!
Sister Jane emailed me a picture of one of her Hedgehogs in her garden last night, which she caught on her CCTV cameras.
She also pointed out error (She’s very good at this, Hehe!) in telling me she has not yet had the operation for her wandering misaligned toe, with an up to date picture of her tootsies.
Went to finish the Thursday diary.
Started doing the Facebooking, when the Willmott-Dixon lads are getting nearer to my floor with the drilling and banging. Glad I’ve got to go out now.
: Must rush and get the ablutions done, just noticed the time, Oh dearie me!
The ablutions were done in a rush.
: Plenty of the dang iron-clad biting beetles in the wet room, in the sink, bowl and floor. Got a few of them and after putting them in a cup of bleach, then crushing them, some of them actually died, a couple ran off! Wholy moly!
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.
Very busy on Chestnut Walk, machinery and plant all over the place. Having to take care, no pavement to walk on one side, and not much room on the left.
I got to the bus stop as the bus arrived. Plenty of us old uns got on. Had a bit of a chinwag with Roy on the short trip into Sherwood. Alighted the bus and walked over the crossing and to the Optician’s place.
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!
Got to the optometrist’s shop and went in and introduced myself. Signed a form or two, and sat down, getting the crossword book out.
A lady technician appeared and took my spectacles to measure them, and returned them. Then the ophthalmologist called me in and set about giving the eyes a proper examination. There is nothing he can do to help the left eye, as it has cataracts developing, but he can adjust the lenses in the right eye that might help. I said: “Oh, I see! Well, not very well, though. Hahaha!” He had to smile although I could see he didn’t want to.
Thorough test, then I went to see the technician lady. Who sorted out an explained the options for me, spectacle-wise. I opted for two different pairs so I could not get confused between the varifocals and the reading glasses.
Total cost to be, well, the quotation was for £272.00 to pay. Not overly shocking. Lovely staff in the business, who would not stand a chance-in-hell of working for Lidl. No sneers, insults, innuendos, dirty-looks or superior tut-tutting and putting the customer down at all. And; they did not ask for payment straight away!
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!
A few bus-stops further on, and I was back on Chestnut Walk.
Mayem all over the place. The Willmot-Dixon 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.
Holes and trenches covered with massive steel sheets had appeared since I had left the place earlier.
Traffic got worse than I’ve ever known it.
But credit to the Willmott-Dixon company, they had arranged for men at each gate to monitor the incoming vehicles.
With there being no footpath on one side, and parked traffic on the other walkway, it made hobbling safely, cautiously and imperative for the old residents.
How some of the drivers manoeuvred without hitting someone or something, is deserving of a little praise, I think.
They had fenced off two car parking spaced so they could have somewhere to park their trench-digger plant.
I bet this cheers the residents with cars up no end!
I got up to the flat after this little photographic session, and I had a wee-wee. Let’s just take it that this activity took place from here on, about every half-hour.
I wrote the date of the glasses to be collected in the Google Calendar. Noting as I did, that Foot-Lady Sue is due on Monday 1000hrs.
Made an extra-strong mug of English Breakfast tea and got on with updating this blog.
Then on Facebooking.
Got the lamb and chips in the oven cooking. Peas and potatoes already in the crock-pot.
: I made a right cock-up of this meal. Had to leave the chips and lamb in the oven longer, cause the potatoes in the crock-pot were cooked through! I had to transfer them to a saucepan to boil them more quickly and turned the oven down while they boiled. Oddly resulting with chips undercooked, and the lamb overdone. The potatoes, tomatoes and garden peas came out fine and dandy, though.
Despite all this, I gave it a Taste-Rating of 6.5/10 for this sad effort.
I looked at the TV schedule. There was a Steven Seagal film, Belly of the Beast on TV, but not until 2100hrs.
Somehow, I managed to stay awake until it started. I even got through a set of commercials, before I fell asleep. Tsk! Being on Freeview. I expect it will come on again, so I can fall asleep watching it once more. Hehe!
0500hrs: Woke with a mind that was marinated in confusion! A riot of disorder milling about, with the grey-cell unresponsive to my attempts to get thoughts and desires into a coherent, or at least semi-logical mode.
Without realising it, I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner and stood up, with no apparent effort or pains. Gawd, life can get confusing when you’re getting on a bit! Tsk!
: As I looked down and saw the state of the legs and ankles, things came a little more concentrated, thought-wise.
What tangled mess the plates-of-meat looked to be in! Stinging too, yet I’m sure they weren’t hurting before I looked at them? Now they are. Haha!
Then, I realised that I had got myself about six-hours of sleep in last night. This was much needed and appreciated after getting only two hours kip in over the previous two night combined.
Tended to the ablutions, a stand-up affair. So’s I could save time and not be late for the Winwood Social hour, at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents porta-cabin.
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?
: Tummy Tim had swollen or bloated again, after going back down yesterday. This all baffles me!
I even achieved the job of catching a few of the Steel-coated tough, but rapid moving mini-beetles from the floor too. The score this morning was: Approximately 15 rapid moving armour-plated biting mini-beetles: 2 caught – 23 Escaped me. Getting back up off of the floor was no fun either! Hehehe!
Carried out the Health Checks.
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!
Got the especially-quarter-filled with hardly any waste in the black bags down alright.
Collected the bag with the raffle prizes, the nibble box and other bits, and set out to the Social Hour.
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.
Hardly any green left in the plants and grass. Most sad-making
Maybe some precipitation will come soon. I least I hope so, now they have imposed the hose-pipe ban.
A letter had been posted through the door.
From, Nottingham City Homes.
: I misread it as informing me I was in arrears and had to phone them on the number straight away!
A mild panic came over me.
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 set out, taking a picture of the porta-cabin, zoomed in.
The one of Woodthorpe Courts. Showing the torn off plastic window coverings, Hoists and scaffolding around the building.
A bit warmer today than yesterday outside.
The Chestnut trees had retained their greening a lot better than some other plants had in this ever-lengthening ‘dry’ period.
Then I moved down the road a bit and snapped this photo of Winchester Court.
They were started on a couple of months after the Woodthorpe block but were now catching up with us, to enable the installing of the outside balcony pods.
The ones with all those windows and frames that will need cleaning and they will block-out even more of the view and light when installed. It’s the truth, I just thought I’d mention it, like. Hehe!
I go to the shed, and Warden Obergruppenfurheress Julie was thankfully in the office. She listened while I explained… Ah, I forgot, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning on my blogs, anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. Warden Julie sorted it. (Can I say that?)
Thanked her and joined the larger than of late ganglet of tenants in the main room. BJ was there, bless him. The girls love him. (Well, he is better looking, younger, fitter, taller, more vibrant and has far better social skills than what I do – But I am not jealous, oh no!) Lie Mode Detected! Haha!
I put the raffle prizes on the trolley, handed out the nibbles and got myself a few mini-chinwags which I was pleased with. Got some raffle tickets and handed them out.
The whole event was enjoyed. The gals (Cyndy, Margaret and others) singing of old songs I always enjoy. Jenny and Frank, Doris, May Joyce and Bill (William on Sundays) were in good form. Best session for ages.
I left and made my way to the flats.
Noticing that a washing machine was not in use, the thought came over me, to do the rest of the laundry straight away.
Got into the flat, had a wee-wee.
The monitor gave readings of temperature as being 30°c – 86°f, Red Area. Humidity was well within the green area.
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.
Down to the laundry room and got the washer going, then back up to the flat. The Glowhite came in a sachet and had to be put in whole, and I had to remember to take it out before it goes into the dryer.
Set the timer and made a start on updating this diary. The half-hour flew by, and it was off down again to move the clobber from the washing machine to the dryer. Swapped the clothing into the dryer and set it going. I remembered to take the used empty Glowhite sachet out first. (Smug-Mode Adopted, Haha!)
Back up in the lift yet again and set the timer for 45 minutes. Carried on updating this diary. The alarm was chirping away, so back to the laundry room to collect the clothing.
When I got down, there was Doris, a lovely woman, sat in the foyer. She told me; “I am patiently waiting for whoever is using the end dryer to empty it so she could use it”. “No problem, that’s me. I get it emptied straight away gal!” So I did, and we had a little natter while I did it. I folded the few bits I had taken out and listened to her chinwagging as I wrapped them into the bag. Two long sleeve T-shirts, one pair of socks, both of my kippah and a woolly hat. Oh and what I used the Glowhite for, a hand and bath towel, both white, but had been used a long time and were getting a bit dingy! They looked alright now, though.
When I came out of the laundry room, there was now Doris, May and another lady in the foyer. We had a moan to each other and general blethering session, which cheered me up no end. It made me feel like part of a family.
Back up yet once more to the apartment.
Got up and emptied the few items from the bag, put away the clothes and put the towels on the electric airer in the hallway.
Well, the pack of whitener I bought with two sachets in it, worked out at 70p each one. But it did seem to work well enough, and the towels looked much cleaner and whiter!
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!
Updated this blog again this far, then made up a Morrison order for next week.
All done, feeling a tad weary now. I’ll have a look to see if owt is on the telly for later.
Got the nosh sorted.
Hoisin seasoned baked beans and pork ribs.
Not too bad, but I’m thinking of giving up trying to recreate pork ribs as I got them weeks ago. I even wrote down what I seasoned them with, but can’t get it right again. Klutz!
Savour-Rating of 7.5/10.
Eating the meal, Herbert was giving it some hammer, for a long time tonight. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling-off and sneered at from the Nottingham City Homes Mangement for my quoting the truth about the noise. As the Obergruppenfurheress Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making, and you’ll just have to live with it. I don’t want to lose my home. Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations I have with any Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog.
Got settled to watch TV and listen to Herbert clattering about for a while.
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.
I don’t want to go into this too much, but a monumentally great length was involved.
No bleeding or pain at all, mind.
Got back in time for the Dog Whisperer programme to start. I must have watched it on eleven episoded in between mu nodding off! Hahaha!
2205hrs: Still awake after what seemed like hours… well it was hours actually; of trying to get to nod-off.
I lay there looking at the new growths, spots, and scars on the legs and feet.
Then noticed that the big toe was going under the toes on the right foot. Amazing, Sister Jane had this problem and had it treated a while back with an operation. Looks like I’ll have to do the same soon. This might be part of the reason for my losing my balance more often when walking?
Suddenly, I decided to get up and do the laundry straight away.
Got some clothes on, had a wee-wee, then got the gear sorted and off down to the laundry room. Incidentally, I found the missing for a month odd sock with the non-slip thingies on the soul. It had mysteriously appeared in the bag of dirty washing.
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.
The temperature a little lower than of recent, I spied this on the electronic noticeboard in the left lobby.
I got the laundry into the washer and started it on short-cycle. Then I nipped outside to take pictures.
I took the two above from just outside the lobby doors, and turned left to take some of Chestnut Way, but decided not to, and went back inside hastily.
For there was a gang of youths walking up the middle of the road towards me with cans of drinks in their hands, and they were somewhat verbal. I could not hear what they were saying, but the tone was sufficient for me to decide to withdraw from their vicinity.
: Stubbing my wonky toe against the kerb as I retreated to relative safety. Tsk!
Up to the apartment, had a wee-wee.
: Knocked the bottle of spring water off of the Ottoman and the lid came off. Cleaned it up, took a while to get back up off of the floor, refilled the capsule and freshener tub, and got on the computer. Made a start on updating yesterdays post. The half-hour soon passed by and I was down again to move the gear from washer to the dryer. Being startled once more by the noisy doors of the elevator as they opened again.
Had to clean the filter on the dryer, got the clothes in and going and cleaned the washing machine drum. Back to the flat again.
Got the Tuesday Diary finished, just in time to go down to collect the laundry.
I was ready for the lift doors to grate again, but they didn’t this time or at any time afterwards. Ghosts or Aliens? Haha!
Cleaned the filter, got the togs out and folded.
Back up in the lift and into the flat.
Put the clobber away, and had a wee-wee.
I refilled a capsule and freshener pot to use next time.
Took the morning medications. Then did the Health Checks.
I got the Tuesday blog finished off and posted.
Made a start on this blog. The big toe was giving me some gip now, so I nipped into the wet room to put some Phorpain Gel on it. (Isn’t it a long way down to your big toe? Hehe!)
Belinda’s Blotches were looking like they had calmed down again. Not itching so much today either.
I went on the WordPress Reader.
Then the comment section.
: I nipped into the wet room to apply some cream to Belinda’s Blotches – Crikey! The place was being occupied by many of those rock-hard-mini-beetles again!
I’ve chatted with many other tenants these last weeks, and none of them seemed to have any problems with beetles of any sort in their homes.
Mind you, a few did mention that their bug-bear was spiders?
I went on CorelDraw for a while, then realised, I had to get the ablutions done if I was not to miss the bus.
All went well, but the shower water was not as hot as usual.
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.
As I was hobbling along Chestnut Walk, I took this photographicalisation of Woodthorpe Court above me as I passed by.
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.
I stopped a while, to ponder.
The whole sight was mayhem this morning. Cars and vans parked everywhere, deliveries 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?
The giant roll of copper piping had been returned to the open no security spot on the grass verge. Unless it is a new one that’s been delivered.
I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Obersturmbannführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed. Had a little natter with a few of the gals in there, then we all made out way outside and joined the lengthy queue of tenants at the bus stop.
When I got into town, I had a limp around the Nottingham Beach amusement area.
This year, the sand on the beach was apparently not from Skegness. I think it was the imitation crushed-sea-shells stuff, from France. Just an off-white colour and very fine, but hard to the touch.
I hobbled around, no problem there, I reckon there were only about twenty People in the area, and some of them were not Nottinghamians but showmen. On the free beach, there were only three adults and three children.
Not a single person on any of the rides
This gal gave up and went for a fag with her bored amusement neighbours
I made a point of checking out the new ride, for Marie and Pattie who asked about it on the TFZer site. The two bored young assistants were probably wondering if they will ever get any interest shown. Hehe! The young lady running the kiddies vehicle roundabout was bored-stiff as well, she’d started cleaning the car wheels!
: I made my way to the Pound World shop to get a Pork Farm Pork Pie; if they had any in stock (They didn’t). I came out £18 lighter.
Back up Chapel Bar and into the Market Slab Square via South Parade.
This gentleman on this mobile almost walked into me!as I left the shop
A ganglet of French visitors, students possibly?
Gambling machine stall
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.
Diesel-powered, permanent clutch-free, single-pedal control. Custom Chassis with a tight turning circle. 69kph. Efficient sweeping and suction performance… And; It’s made in England! Oh, Yes! – However, it is owned by an independent construction group in France. Winning the World Cup, Helping the EU to crush the life out of Brexiting Britain and now, holding Scarabs that Scammell used to in days long gone. Vauxhall and Opel being sold to the company (The French Government owned) and have majority shares in Peugeot, Citroen, and Renault, for 2.2bn euros… You can get feeling low at times, you know! Hehehe!
I made my way back to the bus terminus, feeling a little pessimistic, now.
Up Queen Street and looked down the hill to take this picture of the new style buses on the Blue Routes.
I caught a site in the viewer of the coffee shop in the same colour as the buses. Caffe Nero is part of Rome Pikco Group, a holding company 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.
I spotted on the waste bin on the kerbside, an advert for Summer In Nottingham entertainments. I thought the TFZers might be interested. If they are all as popular as the beach and amusements today, things might be looking a little bleak! Hahaha!
A lady who lives in the same block of flats as I, got on the bus. Another tenant got on at a later bus stop, but the vehicle soon got packed with passengers.
I was fighting to stay awake now, what with no sleep again last night. Bless him, the driver did his best to help, but despite his Demolition Derby style of driving, I drifted off as the bus started to go up Winchester Street. Thank heavens for the ladies who again woke me up, with a mocking, but not nasty laugh from them both. Bless them both! Hehe!
We three got to the flats, and Roy joined us as we entered the lift. How Roy does it at his age amazes me, but he got off of the bus behind us and caught us up!
We said our cheerios as each got out of the elevator. I got myself in the flat and wee-weeing with alacrity.
I got the bits away and decided to have a can of tomatoes with onion salt and a pack of pasta tomato and mushroom sauce mixed in with it, and the Oakpack “Naturally smoked Canadian Maple flavour American Style bacon”, with some Scottish Plain bread. The bacon is produced in Tipperary in Ireland. Owned by a Belgian company and sold to me by the German firm, Aldi, in Nottingham. I will cook the bacon in a Chinese made roasting tin. And the tomatoes in a Hong Kong saucepan. They will be eaten with Made in Hong Kong cutlery, on my Made in India plastic plate and my Made in Birmingham tray by the Yotosuma Corporation. Then take my Made in Germany, France and England medications. Internationalism at its best. Haha!
Plenty of banging and drilling noises from the Willmott-Dixon lads doing the cladding outside. Can’t be helped.
Went on Facebooking for a while.
Then, I got on with updating this diary. Then did some more Facebooking.
I can smell the bacon now, so time to get the meal sorted methinks.
That USA style bacon with a hint of Canadian Maple was delicious.
The Lidl tomato and mushroom sauce was not palatable, but I drank the juices.
Shame, an overall 5/10 taste rating.
Washed the pots and took the evening medications. Heres where I found out the NHS prescriptions come from:
Warfarin: WARF (Wisconsin Alumni Research Foundation – America) and –arin from coumarin.
Pentoxfyline (Trental): made in Germany.
Simvastin: England and USA made.
Bisoprolol Fumarate: Made in USA, France, Italy, Germany and England.
Ramipril: Made everywhere.
Codiene Phosphate 30g: Made everywhere.
Peptac: Made in England, but not as affective as they claim for duodenal ulcers.
Corticosteroid Cream: Germany, Italy, France, Poland, America, Canada, Australia, Saudi Arabia, Netherlands, Sweden, Switzerland… etc.
Morphine sulphate 10g: America, England. Italy, Germany, Poland, Lithuania… man more.
Enoxaparin sodium 100g injection: Made in UK.
Furosemide diuretic: Everywhere (It’s cheap to produce?)
Internationalism at its best, again. Haha!
Did the Health Checks and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner. Kept nodding off and repeatedly waking for hours.
Decided to watch a Police Interceptor episode – fell asleep.
0450hrs: Woke up thinking of the Morrison delivery due today, instead of Thursday this week. Belinda’s Blotches were itching badly, but not over-painful, unless I scratched at them.
The mind seemed almost sangfroid. The ailments felt mostly calm, too.
I disentangled my overweight over-cuddly torso and limbs from the £300 second-hand recliner with ridiculous ease and went to do the Health Checks.
All the results, apart from the weight, were in an acceptable-to-me range.
Off to get the ablutions done early, a stand-up job, of course, this early in the day.
Don’t want to disturb the neighbours with the noise from the shower running.
Belinda’s blotches seemed to be metamorphosing. Belinda’s new pattern reminded me of North America and Iceland? Hehe!
Got dressed, well, I don’t want to shock the Morrison Delivery driver Haha!
Got the computer on and started this page going, up to here. Then got on with finalising the Monday post, a big one, that took me ages. Got it finished eventually and sent off into the ether.
Got the comments responded to on WordPress.
The Morrison chap arrived with the groceries.
Got the bags into the kitchen ready to sort out.
: I went to put the frozen stuff away, and found that I’d left the freezer door ajar! Argh!
Had to throw some stuff away in a black bag, and cried a little. Hehehe! I just hope I can save some of the fodder I left in.
The fridge, (with me putting in the bottles of water to keep cold) was cram-packed again!
Shouldn’t need to buy anything else for a while. Well, that may depend on if the freezer freezes quick enough to save the stuff in there. Fingers crossed, but I expect more losses to come yet.
A meeting is taking place later today, at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed. I think this is why I bought the bag of pears, perhaps?
I shelled some fresh garden peas.
Got them in the saucepan with some demerara sugar. And some potatoes into the crock-pot and on a low setting.
Then I made up two black bags of rubbish and took them to be disposed of down the waste chute. Small as I made the bags, it still took a little effort and elbow grease to get them to go into the tiny narrow opening.
I already have a bag of recycling to be carried down and out to the caretaker’s room. By the time I’d got everything away, I had made up another. Why do you ask? (Or not, Hehe!) I had to take some cooked stuff out of the packaging to get the contents into the fridge and take up less room. I cut out the cooking instructions and saved them in the drawer, the rest of the cardboard went into the new recycling bag.
Isn’t life awkward? Haha!
Went on to the WordPress Reader section, for a perusal of other bloggers posts.
I went onto Facebooking.
0900hrs: I decided to turn off the computer, have a rinse and take a walk around the flats complex and get some photographs of it.
Got ready, camera in the pocket; checked I’d not left anything on or off that should or shouldn’t be in the flat, and took the recycling bags with me to drop off at the caretaker’s door.
: Popped back to the flat to get the hearing aids in. Schlemiel!
Down the lift this time, and met Mo in the foyer. We had a chinwag.
: Then I realised I had gone out without any money to donate to the Willmott-Dixon Charity for Prostate Cancer. So, I dropped the bags off at the wasteroom door, and nipped back up and collected the £20 note I’d been saving for this get-together.
Back out once more, and made my way around to the back of the complex onto the Woodthorpe Grange Park.
I chap walking his dog stopped, and we had a chinwag about the upgrading of the complex.
When he pointed out how it will all be fantastic when it is completed; I explained about how long it has been to get this far, the noise, the heat with the windows sealed, my carpets being ruined by the plasterer, the views destroyed by the new windows with all the extra panes and frames blocking out the light. The new balconies when they are in will also block out the sun and fresh air we used to enjoy. Then we have to cope with the installation of the fire-sprinklers and the guaranteed mess to be left by the electricians, as they plough their way through every room leaving bits of wire, plastic. and plaster behind them. The constant noise and hassle. When that is all done, we have to buy new curtains and rails, carpets, light fittings and redecorate after the estimated eighteen-month onslaught!
I think my outburst caught him at a loss for words.
It certainly caught me off guard a bit!
I meandered round to the front of the buildings and took this photograph of Woodthorpe Court, on Chestnut Walk.
The runways sticking into the photo on the right is part of the new build for the extra-care block.
As I perused the windows where the tenants had torn off the plastic coverings, I felt movement down below from Little Inchies fungal lesion
I took a closer shot of the windows.
I can understand some of the residents on the lower floors being a little miffed at losing the morning light, view and sunshine now the new block is up to the roof now.
In the middle of all this mayhem, damage and upset, Willmott-Dixon come to ask us to give to a charity! I’ll certainly go, but again, I can relate to how some of the tenants feel.
: I went into some trees and had a feel about with a tissue and there had been some bleeding, but not a lot, I thought. So I continued.
Taking the next photograph, of the new build and Winchester Court on Chestnut Walk.
It felt a little milder today, the sun coming out now and then.
The clouds again covered the sunshine as I took this last photographicalisation.
I could not see many workers about this morning, other than on the new building in the middle.
Then I slowly made my way to the Charity Raising event at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, porta-cabin.
Jenny and four or five other tenants were there. I handed out the pears and cakes. Started to chinwag with some others and the Willmott-Dixon crew arrived, along with a few more residents.
I dropped my donation into the collection pot. I returned to the table with Mo and Bill – William on Sunday.
: Oh, dearie me. I felt the blood coming down and immediately told a lady I had to go, I’m having problems, and apologised and walked out. I felt so embarrassed, should the blood be showing any signs of its presence.
Back to the apartment with all available speed. Into the wet room and cleaned and medicated things in need. Thankfully the PPs had done a great job of containment. Then had a shower.
Got the computer out of Sleep Mode and got on with updating this blog.
On to CorelDraw and Paint and made some more Inchcock Diary page top graphics. Always aware that the lesion was not fully-stopped from leaking, I occasionally popped into the wet room to check things out, okay up to now, but I dare not go out again. A flipping Good Job that it didn’t happen when I was out in Derby yesterday! Phew!
Plenty of knocking, tapping and banging about from upstairs at the moment.
Got the nosh prepared.
Not too bad an effort, but the pork was not very good, well maybe fair, or passable… No, the meat was Crap!
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Another one of those just cannot get to sleep evenings.
Tried watching a DVD. Then read the book. After that I put the TV on, and after ages, I eventually nodded off.
Woke with a massive jump – no idea why, but that was the end of any notion of sleeping.
The brain went off on one if its fretting fearing and fundamentally frustrating wanders.
I gave up, got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and collated the washing, down to the laundry room.
0515hrs: Woke with a start at the bright light that filtered through the grotty plastic sealing, bird-poo, trapping dead insects in the flat, plaster, mud, bits of sealant and air-limiting windows.
Got the glasses on and checked the clock. A late time for my expergefaction. This probably due to me not being able to get to sleep for my ullagone at France winning the World Cup. I just knew they would from the start, all the luck they had with the crooked obviously bribed or incapable Argentinian so-called referee’s help. Croatia for me was the better team, but with the non-penalty being given against them, and… I’d better stop, it’s doing my health no good thinking of the crooked, bent FIFA. I shouldn’t ultracrepidate, I know.
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.
Also, as well and besides that, the ankles had acquired some new and fresh blotches. Along with several scratch-marks and growths.
How I made the scratch marks, I don’t know. Surely I would have remembered making them?
This situation is concerning.
Indeed, I would have been left with pains from getting down from Arthur Itis, and I had no such twinges?
Still, never mind. I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner with ease, and off for a wee-wee.
Got the Health Checks done.
Then I was summoned to the wet room and the loose-lidded mini-sized, beetle ridden Porcelain Throne.
The session was a bit easier this time, so no extra medications of encouragement were needed. Hehe!
Collected a few dead beetle bodies under the sink, around the WC bowl and the shower area. The live ones were too quick for me; the bending down started Arthur Itis off. Humph! Had a rinse and made up some black rubbish bags to take to the chute when I go out later on in search of a 16″ fan.
Back to the front room, the temperature still 31°c – 88°f.
Seeing the old photograph of oneself, got me thinking back. I’ve hardly changed have I? Hahaha!
Got the computer going. Started this post up to here, and it was time to get the ablutions tended to if I am going to go to Derby’s Eagle Market to get myself a fan to keep coolish and fresh within the flat. Ah, bless the Nottingham City Council Free Bus Pass! Oh, I might be better going to Mansfield instead? Making decisions with my ambivalence is not easy, you know. Haha! I’d better go to Derby, after all, there are two stalls on the Eagle Market where I have seen bigger models of fans on sale, for me to investigate.
Got the stand-up ablutions done, got dressed, added three ice-cream cones to the bag for the gals at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, NCH management telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to being stolen from, and Social Hut. I took the bags to the cute on the way.
Down, out and along to the shed. Luckily, Wardens Deana and Julie were in so I could treat them, and Cathy arrived a minute or so later, so she got the last one.
Bless them all!
Three or four residents in there to have a chinwag with, I liked that.
I left the hut and noticed how the cloud formations were low and particularly impressive this morning, so I took this photo of Winchester Court in the moody-weather.
Down to the bus stop, and caught the City-bound L9 bus, gossiped with Pete en route.
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.
I got on the Maroon and was the only passenger. I could see Little Johns dome on the Council House, the flag still up to celebrate how well England did in the World Cup, and the many Nottinghamian students and shoplifters milling about.
I had planned to take some pictures of the villages as we drove through them, but I soon fell asleep. Waking half an hour or so later with the Mercedes bus cram packed and a large lady sat next to me, also preventing me from falling off the seat. Hehe!
I got off the vehicle before the terminus and crossed over the road to have a little wander before making my way to the Eagle Centre, in search of a 16″ rotating fan. Not that I am educated in this department, it’s because Sandie of the TFZ site has explained the best ones to get. Fanking you Sandie! X
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!
I turned right and took a photo of the dilapidated shops. Unfortunately, this one did a disappearing trick into the ether. Humph!
I approached an entrance to the Eagle Centre from the South this time, and blow-me-down, another Ambulance.
Up the low hill and inside and made my way to the J Sainsbury store. Where I invested in a packet of Oven-Bottom-Muffins, Cheese Curls, Fresh pod peas, lemon and lime still water, mini potatoes and some Ruby Jewel tomatoes.
I got to the checkout and found I had not got my card with me! Luckily, I had enough money to pay the lady in cash, (But to the annoyance of the family waiting behind me in the queue. Oh Dear!).
As I made my way to the Market Place, I would not have any means of paying for a fan even if I found one suitable. Dejection overcame me. I got to where the two stalls were next to each other to see they had both shut-down, anyway.
As I meandered along to the pet stall and bought some mealworms to feed the ducks on the river Derwent with, I noticed a fan for sale in a shoe repair stall. Yes, it caught me off-guard and confused too! Hehe! He wanted £22 for it, second-hand, but I could not get it, of course, no money or card. Then the panic set-in, if the card is not where it should be in a pocket, where was it?
I ambled over to the river Derwent, via the Derby Council Offices gardens.
There were students and youths smoking cannabis, one was toying with a knife while laying on the gone yellow lawn. A few were locked in passionate embraces, and three intoxicated pupils near the bridge were having a scrap.
Just like Nottingham, I thought.
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!
I picked a spot where some kids and their parent were watching the wildlife and got out the large packet of mealworms. I waited until some schoolkids got nearer, and then started throwing the fodder to the geese, and the pigeons who got there first as well.
I do love feeding the birds here in on the river Derwent. The Derby Council do not have a ban on doing so, and no signs warning of £120 on-the-spot fines like Nottingham do. I think not having had the chance to go for a long time, made it an even more of a fun visit for me.
I made my way carefully through the arguing between themselves students, into the bus station.
Luckily, a Y7 bus was in and just started loading up his passengers.
We were off in a few minutes. It must have been one of the older vehicles.
Although clean and tidy inside and out, the suspension left a lot to be desired and caused me some grief from the Blotches. Tsk!
Within minutes, we were out in the countryside, and I got the camera out to record some views through the window as we went through the villages.
Draycott
Beeston
Back in Nottingham
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!
I had plenty of time to get to the bus stop for an L9 bus.
So I had an amble around the City Centre outskirts.
I went up an alley and took a photograph of some young female students rolling suspiciously fat and long twisted en cigarettes. Hehe!
But again, the picture mysteriously disappeared from the SDH card, as did a few more.
What am I doing wrong, I thought later?
I walked down Market Street into the Slab Square and along and up Queen Street.
The sky was again looking so different from usual, pretty yet daunting at the same time, If you know what I mean?
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.
A piece of Nottingham Street Art on the seating metal photographed.
I pondered, is it BBQ sauce, or Chilli or Peri-peri. Surely not an escaped bodily… well, never mind.
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.
I took this picture from the bus window of Clinton Street West. I liked the black dress. Hahaha!
By the time we approached the stop we needed, the crush had lessened a little, so it was easier for us both to get up and to the door.
We alighted and the traffic on the hill with the blind bends, Ethel just wandered into the middle of the road, and a car stopped to let her go over. I took a little longer. Me being on the nervous side, like. Haha! Ethel walked really slow so I could catch her up. That was kind of her. We had a jolly good chinwag en route. I enjoyed that too!
We parted when she got out of the lift, bade our farewells and I got to the flat ASAP. Stripped off, put on a new pair of the PPs, and got some cream on the Belinda Blotches affected areas. I don’t think they are any worse than earlier on, now. Put the bits I’d bought away. Deciding on two Pork Knuckle oven-bottom-muffins with tomatoes for nosh later on.
Got the computer on and started to sort out the photos from the camera, wonder why some pictures had done a disappearing act, titivated a few for posting and had a wee-wee.
Updated the blog up to hear, here Tsk! (1700hrs now!)
Late as it was, and tired as I felt, I went on TFZer Facebook to catch up and post the photos. Got it done, and decided after all to just have two oven-bottom-muffins with sliced tomatoes for the nosh. I said that before didn’t I? What a Shnook!
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.
Washed the plate and fork up, and turned on the TV, assured that I woud soon be in the land of Nod.
But, no!
Nodding off was no problem, I seemed to do it every five minutes – the problem was I kept on waking up! Tsk! This process went on for hours. So long long I feared that I would be late getting up for the delivery in the morning.
I recall watching some of a Police interceptors programme that started at 2200hrs.
0535hrs: I woke up, and was soon battling with the brain in an effort gain a rapprochement, or at the least an understanding of the need for it to stop wandering off of its own accord, fretting, fearing and being apprehensive about everything that came into its grey-cells this morning. Amazingly, within a couple of minutes, the degeneration of the thoughts had rectified themselves, and a mock-semi-logical frame of thinking had returned. A rare and strange to me, feelings of almost contentment took over (Albeit only temporarily).
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.
Got the kettle on first.
The front recliner-bedroom had the temperature of 31°c – 87.8°f indicated.
In the kitchen, the window ledge thermometer was showing 26°c – 80°f.
So, a little cooler this Sunday morning at least, in fact, it felt cold.
Got the Health Checks done next.
Results looked alright to me.
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.
These new spots, reminded me of Peter Cooks 1965 rendition of “Spotty Muldoon” I love the ending of this comedy song. Highly suitable for me at the moment! Haha!
To the computer and finalised the Saturday diary and got it posted off into the ether.
Then I noted that I had not taken the morning medications. So I swallowed them. Hehe!
Just finished another week’s medication pots, so I now have four doses (Two weeks supply) to make-up, I must not forget to do this.
I could just make out that it was sun shining outside now.
Although the Woodthorpe Court, Nottingham City Homes designer wrinkly plastic film covering over the terrible light stopping new windows, prevented one appreciation of the view.
When I got down in the computer chair again, I had the dressing gown on the back of the chair, I felt I had sat on something hard, that was in the gown pocket.
Well, blow-me-down! It was the missing food timer! I knew I’d find it after I bought the new one!
I’m glad I did discover its hidden location, though.
For it is far easier to use than the new one, although the fresh one on the left, has a louder chime, the old one uses buttons that are a breeze for anyone to use and understand, who have Arthur Itis and or Crampy Craig affected fingers.
I decided to sort out the medication pods and pots before I forget again.
There were some odd, tap-tapping followed by rustling or water running like sounds repeated over and over again for a short while. No idea from whence they came? I could only hear them (without the hearing aids on) in the kitchen and hallway?
I then got on with creating this Sunday diary.
Went on WordPress Reader, some brilliant entertainment reading, and photography on there today.
I started to make up some Inchock Page headers on CorelDraw, to get in front again with them.
Went to pod the peas and get the potatoes into the crock-pot – making sure that I turned on the slow-cooker and stove hob this time – not like yesterdays cock-up. Tsk!
Went on Facebooking on the TFZer site.
Checked the fodder. Potatoes need a lot longer yet, but doing them in the crock-pot I think keeps the flavour of the balsamic vinegar in better than using a saucepan. But, I may be wrong about that.
I’m hoping to watch the World Cup final, although the thought of France winning is cringe-making. I fear they will.
Got the nosh ready and served up.
At last, after several days of terrible meals, I got this one right.
A worthy 9/10 for Taste-Rating.
I settled to watch the World Cup Final, with the feeling that France would win, which the swine did!
France is World Cup champion for a second time in its history after a 4-2 win over Croatia. But with two goals scored in very controversial fashion in a two-goal win, Croatia feel rightly aggrieved by the result; Which was helped along by a dishonest Argentinian, probably back-handed, referee, and the VAR cheats and or imbeciles who gave a penalty for a handball, that wasn’t!
If Croatia declare war on France for this unjust treatment, fair enough. I’ll send them my knuckle-duster and truncheon! Hehe!
Sleep was impossible after the game. The injustice and overall pathetic decisions made by the MAFIA, no sorry, FIFA controlled crooks, liars and World Football Argentocracy, are deserving of any right-wing political Fascist Government throughout history. Well, maybe not Stalin.
I even stayed up late to watch a film, The Equaliser, with Denzil Washington. A thriller starring Denzel Washington as a one-man army who hands out justice to criminals operating above the law. I wondered if he’d like to sort out FIFA and France? Haha! I stayed awake all through the film and commercials too!
0340hrs: 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 waste bin laying at the side of the £300 second-hand recliner revealed this, in the form of a Cheesy Curl nibbling session. Naughty Me!
The rumbling and grumbling innards continued.
Out of the recliner with ease this morning, and off to do the health Checks and take the medications.
As I made up the log of readings, I spotted that the sys had been coming down regularly lately. 152 – 145 – 144 -146 – 144 – 145, this time 128. I think that is a good thing, though? Although the pulse had shot up a tad. Probably the shock to the system from putting that horrendous beef into the stomach last night. Haha!
The temperature in the room was currently at 31°c – 87.8°c, which was a little lower and welcome.
I’d just put the kettle on the boil, and the grey-cells activated a panic-alarm for me – and I hastily stopped everything I was doing and shot off to the Porcelain throne with all haste available to me! En-route I was sure that the innards last few days reluctances to allow the evacuations was over and a messy, runny session was due. So, I was wrong, again!
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!
After I’d cleaned and medicated things, my rear-end felt so sore. Tsk!
I went to the kitchen to take a Senna tablet and an extra Codeine. I was not sure if I should have been taking the Senna or not, but after going through that evacuation, I thought I better had.
So, Constipation Conrad had returned. Earache Eric and Colly-wobbles attack now, too! On the bright side, Bartholomew Bladder, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Duodenal Duncan, Hernia Henry, Reflux Roger, Belinda Blotches, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis, were all being kind to me this morning. Haemorrhoid Harry and Little Inchies lesions were both bleeding and bothersome, mind. Overall, things could be worse. It’s been a long-standing fear that all of the ailments one day, will come on at the same time, as the metal ticker. Ooh! 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!
The view from the new windows with the outer plastic covering, seemed to have lost a lot of the mud splatters, but gained a few insects?
If I don’t live long enough to see the results of the upgrading, I shall return and haunt Herbert, and certain other people. Don’t know why I said that, I don’t believe in ghosts or spirits. Hehe!
I got side-tracked when I was about to take the Senna tablet, and started to get the meal prepped.
I put the small potatoes in the crock-pot with water, onions salt and some balsamic and distilled vinegar as seasoning. And shelled the garden peas into a saucepan and added some brown demerara sugar. Both now ready to be heated up later, and possibly to be eaten with some Frikadellens… maybe, conceivably, possibly, perhaps, maybe, percase.
Back to the computer and got on with updating yesterday’s post and got it sent off.
I had a look at what the weather forecast was for the coming week.
It looks like it will get a little cooler and a chance of some rain at the following weekend. Funny how one misses the rain when it is missing, and curse it when it pours down and one get soaked to the skin by buses driving through the water and showering you wet rainwater. Hehe!
0500hrs: Began to collate this page.
08.50hrs: Got this far, and then went on the WordPress Reader section.
Went onto the TFZers Facebook.
1140hrs: Got a phone call from Big John, I’d forgotten about the Papplewick Pumping Station visit! Argh! Had to shut everything down sharpishly to get the ablutions done in time for when the lads pick me up – Oh dearie me! Back in a bit.
1600hrs: I’m back. I’ll do catch-up from when I got the ablutions done.
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.
I ambled around the back of the flats and took this picture. It shows Woodthorpe Court in the front, the new build Extra Care block and then Winchester Courts in the distance. All three, when built, will be known as Winwood. Confusing innit? Hehe!
.Then, after I slipped down the incline into the fencing and swearing a bit, Schlump! I went along the front on Chestnut Walk and took this photograph of the progress on the new build area.
I could see that both the doors were open in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisational Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room hut. So I made my way to it. Jenny and a few others were in there. I was in the middle of having a good chinwag with Jenny, and my mobile rang. It was BJ, who told me to go back to the flats and wait there as he was with David now, and was picking up another David, a tenant as well. So I did.
BJ arrived shortly with Big Young David in the car and lifted Tenant Dave and me up.
We were soon parking up in the car park opposite the Papplewick Pumping station gates.
BJ had words with the volunteer car park assistant, about his not being able to park in the disabled badge holder space. He asked Dave, the other Dave, and me to get out before he had to reverse in.
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 something or other.
So I got a good picture of the bike with its ‘boot open’. A cleverly designed bike I thought.
I was still a tad disorientated and am not sure what occurred on the way in, but recall everything after limping down the step as I left the entrance house.
A different person now, there was no stopping me going on an admittedly painful walk around the periphery of the site and look for photography opportunities.
The first one I took was after I had limped around the lake, and arrived near the mini-steam train tracks. I cut through some trees, to try and get a ‘moody shot’.
After a wander through the old orchard area, I went to look at the amusement area and selling stalls.
There were a couple of trad-jazz bands and lady singers I stopped here and there to listen to.
Plenty of people on old period clothing, and enjoying themselves I’m glad to report.
The selling stalls, I tried to make a panoramic shot. Not very successfully. Hehe!
I spotted the vintage Alvis Sportscar parked up.
It looked to be in very good knick and cared-for.
This is the first time I’ve looked at carefully at one of these vehicles in real life.
You might be able to see in the top close-up picture, how close to each other the handbrake and gear-level are.
The car’s layout reminded me of the arrangement of the same equipment on the original Mechanical Horse three-wheeler British Railway articulated lorries made by Scammell.
Many people were in vintage clothing and had taken great care with their appearance.
At this time, I just had to get to the WC, for Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding again. Fortunately, I had a disinfected black bag, spare PP’s, Daktacort cream, midday medications and Codeines in my pocket ready yesterday. Great fortune at the new WC facilities laid on. No one around when I got there. So, I did the necessary medicationalisationing.
Feeling a little fatigued and down in the mouth, I searched for somewhere to get a sit-down.
As I made my way to a spot under some trees that I could usually find a bench free, I was further amazed at appearance some folks who had indeed worked at looking the part in their period attire and accoutrements, hats sticks for the men, and boob displays of the some of the
Buxom ladies. I got the bottle of mineral water and took a codeine tablet. Hehehe!
BJ found me and asked how I was. I must have looked a bit rough; I was a touch pale I thought when I caught my reflection in the toilet mirror earlier.
Hippy Hilda was not easing off at all, but Arthur Itis had, bless him. But all
The hobbling around had made the plates-of-meat sting something awful! I am fated to suffer today.
Near the Steam House, this lady looked perfect in her clothing set-up. Shame, about the mobile phone. Haha!
No seats at the top end, so I hobbled across to the lake in search of somewhere to rest my bottom. I didn’t find any free sitting places, but I was glad I did search there now because a chap was just launching an electrically controlled floating Dalek!
It even shot out a strong jet of water when he wanted it to! I did laugh at this home-made novelty! Haha!
The only seats I could find were benches made of aged and incredibly unforgiving hard, sturdy wood. But at that moment, Hippy Hilda and the feet were the biggest of my pain-giving areas. Tsk!
I settled gently down and got the crossword book out. I’d been there for what seemed like ages, when BJ walked by, then returned, telling me I looked “Bloody awful mate!” We chatted a couple of minutes, and I decided to stand up and get to the top of the grass verge hill, to have a look for a more comfortable seat to change to.
Well, although in pain from Hilda and the plates-of-meat, with Haemorrhoid Harold now complaining about my stay on the hardwood bench, BJ and I both had to laugh as neither of us could get back up the grass verge. Hehe! We had to walk around to find a little leveller bit to clamber up. He got up before me and had gone over to the shaded area and asked a lady sat there if it was alright if I joined her on the bench at the other end before I caught up with him. Bless BJ: he was looking after me! He said he knew from my appearance how bad I must have been.
I felt such a lot better within around ten minutes.
I took the evening medications… well, almost. I was using the last of the spring water to have them with, and the final tablet slipped out of my hand onto the floor,
as the almost empty PET bottle collapsed as I drank from it. The lady kindly retrieved the Vimstatin tablet for me. I thanked her politely, and this started us off having a little natter. We spoke of the old days, the price of bread nowadays and she told me her Mothers sayings in her younger years. My health and outlook brightened considerably.
BJ arrived later after the lady had gone off with her family who came to collect her too, hehe!
Our party of four made our way out of the gates and out over to BJ’s car. Where I fell asleep without any problem or intent to. Klutz!
BJ soon had Resident Dave and me back at the flats. I thanked him, bade my farewells to BJ and Young David, and Resident David and I, made our way up in the lift. The resident Dave, who I had met before (I think?) was a man who spoke proper English and had no sense of humour but was not dull, and I got on well with him. He lives on the first floor.
Oh, Boy, was I glad to get indoors! Well past my head-down time already. I stripped down to the PP’s, disposed of the ones I’d changed at Papplewick in another disinfectant bag. Rubbed some cream on the feet – not a lot though, cause I could not get down to do it properly with Hippy Hilda still playing up on me. Had a wash and a wee-wee. Got the potatoes and peas cooking. Took an extra Trental tablet, already having imbibed the evening ones while out. See, I can remember stuff sometimes. Hahaha!
Then I got the computer on and made up a post with the photographs I’d taken at Papplewick.
I had a most enjoyable four hours out, despite the ailment playing up. And I appreciated BJ making it possible. The pains would have been around if I had not gone out, so I made the right decision in going I think.
Then, somehow, I stayed awake to update this blog to here and then sorted the meal out, too tired to do anything other.
What an absolute Eizel!
I’d not put the heat on under the potatoes!
So, threw them away and got some chips in the oven to replace them.
Set the new timer and went on Facebook to catch up.
The alarm ringeth.
Went to take the chips out and add them to the plate that has been laid out with the other ingredients for an hour now, getting all dry!
Argh! I’d not switched the oven on! – A nahr bleibt a nahr!
Turned the oven on, set the timer again and updated this blog a bit more.
If I muck about any more, it’ll be time to get up, never mind get my head down! Will I ever get anything right? – Klotz kasheh, Sorry!
All the excitement of the trip out, Hippy Hilda, Haemorrhoid Harold and the Funny Turn might be to blame… but most likely my inability to survive in life is at fault. Tsk!
Got the nosh done at last!
T’was a right disappointment of a meal, again. I suppose having it so late in the night for me, and feeling so drained didn’t help the tast rating of 4.2/10 that I gave it.
The only things on the plate enjoyable, was the garden peas.
I did the Health Checks and got the washing up done.
Settled in the £300 second-hand recliner and put the TV on while I ate an iced sucker.
Can’t recall anything after this, but I must have nodded-off, cause I woke up in the morning. Hehe!
