Friday 13th July 2018
Corsican: Venerdì 13 Ghjugnu 2018
0325hrs: I woke, at least I thought I had, with my world seemingly in half-reality and fantasy, in a pool of sweat that was most uncomfortable and disconcerting. Eventually, the brain gleaned that I was not drowning in my own diaphoresis. It took me a while to get the grey-cells to accept this and realise that I was not in a cavern of fire with dragons squirting hot water at me, with arrows being shot at me. Allowing me to concentrate on the sudden demand for the Porcelain Throne usage that had arrived.
Getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner was more difficult and painful than usual. Detaching the sweaty body from the wet cover and chair, Arthur Itis and Crampy Craig both in a bad mood, but I did get fumblingly to the wet room. Where again, like yesterday morning, I was glad that I kept a book in there. This reading allowed a partial distraction from the agony of the arduous, testing, and reluctant evacuation process. At least Belinda Blotches was not so itchy, the inflammation had died down, and stinging far less than yesterday.
This long forced expulsion left me feeling a tad fearful, as afterwards much blood flowed from Harold’s haemorrhoids again, like yesterday morning. Although unfortunate, it was no worse really than Thursday mornings session, I suppose. It did leave me feeling uncomfortable, but mitigated by the welcome improvement in Belinda’s Blotches.
Cleaned up and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.
The sphygmomanometer readings looked fair enough. And the weight had gone down a bit too. Sweated out, I expect. Tsk!
When I was getting out the medication pod trays, I realised that I had missed last nights dosages. Lummox!
I just took the night doses of Warfarin, magnesium and codeine, along with the morning pills. I put the 
rest in the Return to Chemist box. Well, I did, but after a grubble around and search to find it, that cost me about fifteen minutes. Schlump!
The view out of the beautiful new kitchen window was taken. The part open window, I placed my hand through when I took the picture, to give an idea of the fantastic view and size of the filth marks.
I got the computer on and updated yesterdays diary, and got it posted off. Checked the emails in case I had got any notification of the results of the Warfarin INR blood test. None in there, though.
Made a start on this blog next. Then went on the WordPress Reader. Some great posts were on there today.
Ablutions tended to. Medicationalisationing followed. Belinda’s Blotches treated with Savlon antiseptic cream, the Fred’s Fungal Lesion with Daktarin… No, Daktacort, then Harold’s Haemorrhoids with Germoloid Cream.
Readied and took the black bags to the chute, then back to the apartment and faffled around getting ready to go on my mission to the optician and get the Hoisen pork ribs and fresh Garden Peas.
Down in the lift and saw these signs on the resident’s notice board as I got out.
The illuminated Community Information board suggested there were light rain showers. But we didn’t get any rain.
I noticed it was Friday 13th. I thought I inform those not in the know that the fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskavedekatriaphobia. Don’t think I came across this word accidentally, I’ve always none of its existence. Lie Mode Adopted, Hehe!
A quick related Fun Quiz:
Q) In Paris, a man with a job known as a quatorzieme sits in his place of work for the evening. Sometimes he is called on to do something, but most evenings he is not. What does he do?
A) He is a professional guest. His job is to be the 14th person at a function or dinner whereas he would join if the total number of guests totalled 13, which is considered by some people to be unlucky.
Through the lobby and out over the road and up the gravel hill path and along the Woodthorpe Grange Park footpath, to Mansfield Road. Many dogs were taking their owners for a walk this morning, I love watching them. One big friendly dog sought me out. I think he wanted a sniff inside my bag to see anything edible was available. Hehe! Bless his cotton socks; he let me fuss him.
As I passed my favourite part of the pathway, I attempted to do a panoramic shot from underneath the trees.
For some reason, it came put far brighter than it actually was. I also noticed that when I took this shot, no dogs were in sight?
I pressed on and got to the optician shop in Sherwood.
I made inquiries of how much a pair of normal and one of reading glasses would cost. The explanation baffled me, such was the politician-like verbal qualities and attributes of the lady.
Getting an appointment was fun. I could go in later today at 1600hrs and have a test done. I explained about my being an early morning person who fades rather fast late in the day. They could do me on Tuesday at 1530hrs. Too late! Wednesday at 1545hrs. Too late. Thursday next at 0945hrs… her face showed hope here; until I explained to her about the only socialising, I get being an hour a week, at 1000hrs each Thursday. I got the impression they wish I had not called at all. Hehe!
They booked me in for Friday 20th July at 1000hrs. She said they would send me a reminder. I offered my thanks.
Next into Wilko’s and bought liquid soapflakes (Its great to wash with, and comes in handy to soak the facecloths in between use), A digital timer To replace the one that has gone missing and cannot be found after two days trying, What a Shnook I am! Toilet block and a bottle of disinfectant.
Thanked them and made my way to the bus stop. Caught one to town and dropped off on Mansfield Road near the Victoria Centre.
As I walked down the road, I could see several people looking upwards near the Irish Pub. I could see nothing of interest, and wondered if Candid Camera had made a come-back. Eventually, a chap came up to me and asked what was going on, I told him I didn’t know either! Haha!
Eventually, I heard someone telling someone else what the altercation was about. A mallard was on the flat roof of the building. To me, it looked like the bird was looking down at us and thinking; Why are all these Homo Sapiens Neanderthalensis stood around looking up at me?
As I left to walk through the Victoria Mall to the Aldi store, the crowd that had gathered was about twenty-strong. In the store, they had just the one packet of the Hoisin pork Ribs left, and that was in a bin of Clearance Specials… Yes, they were not getting any more in stock again. Somehow, I stopped the tears from flowing. Haha! I came out of the store with two heavy bags of purchases all the same. The last and damaged pack Hoisin ribs, Two bottles of Am
erican Style Root Beer, apples, Oven Bottom Muffins, Ice cream Cones strawberry, Mature cheese, Glowhite cleaner, Dettol lemon spray, boneless beef ribs, and a pack of BBQ spare ribs on Special Offer.
As I left, I saw the Victoria Centre Flats high in the skyline. I remembered reading that they cost from £440 a month to rent, good value.
The plates-of-meat were stinging something rotten now with the weight of the bags.
I made my way to Clumber Street and went into the Sports Direct Store to have a look see if they had any of the long sleeved thick tea shirts in stock.
After an awfully long time searching, I came across some, and they were on special offer too.
Unfortunately, the shirts were located about ten foot up on the wall, with other clothing on display. Another hunt to find a member of staff so they could get them down for me took a good while as well. But the gal was pleasant enough to get two for me, using her long pole. And she offered a not unpleasant grunt in my general direction when I thanked her.
Paid my dues and out onto Clumber Street 
again.
I noticed a lot Chines or Japanese in the crowds today.
I assumed they were on holiday. Not surprising to me, as we have a student level of 34% Chinese students in our colleges in Nottinghamshire.
The most impressive thing about this, was their wondrous smiles as they plodded merrily around the City Centre. Sadly, I noticed that they were getting some bitter stares from some of the Nottinghamians.
Not very sunny at times today, but it feels cooler, that’s nice.
In the Slab Square where they are erecting amusement rides, I spotted them checking out this new ride, without any people on it yet.
The whatever it is that if holding the cage, tightened as frightening speed, and then drops at the same rate if not faster, then it jerks back 
up again. While doing this the occupants in the two chairs in a metal ball, can enjoy it spinning around at the same time! I must let Sister Jane and Pete know about this, bet they’d love a go on it!
Some of the food stalls were already open on the periphery of the site.
They were not cheap, and not being shown any interest in by any Nottinghamian shoplifters yet, either.
I made my way to the bus stop, but found I had just missed the L9 bus, either had another hour to wait or to catch the 40 bus, that drops us off further away from the flats, on Mapperley Rise, and there is the job of getting across the road on the sharp and steep bends. I caught the number 40 bus.
Pete, from the flats, got on further along and we had a farcical chinwag as we are both hearing-challenged. We alighted and, I was shocked to see Pete cross the road on the bend, but he got over alright. I walked up a bit and used the central refuge. I actually 
caught up with Pete on Chestnut Way, but he got a second wind and somehow shot off again.
As I gave up the chase and watched him – it all came together when he belted into the white Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Area, Telling Inchcock off 
Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and ‘Residents WC”! Hahaha!
I observed that the builders had moved the covered copper piping to behind some temporary fencing where they have closed the footpath while laying cables underground.
How more of the old folk have not been killed or injured is a testimony to the Willmott Dixon safety campaign.
The heat was showing on the thermometer when I got inside, 93°f.
I stripped down to my PPs. And sorted out the purchases.
I decided on having the beef ribs with seasoned baked bean and vegetarian mini sausages. Got the beans and sausage in the pan and beef in the oven.
Opened a bottle of the Root Beer to guzzle while I was on the computer updating this page. First time I’ve tried this drink. Not too bad.
Made up a Morrison order for next week and remembered to put the optician’s appointment on the Google Calendar.
The nosh was prepared, and what a lousy job I made of cooking and seasoning it!
The taste came out as a sort of hybrid where the flavour of each ingredient challenged the others for the title of the most horrible tasting!
Cosmotellurian, in as far as the beans tasted terrific, everything else was either lousy flavoured or uneatable, like the sour tasting so-called beef! Klutz!
Herbert was having a busy day up above. Clang, Tap, knocking and banging away, off and on. 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 noises from above. As the Obergruppenfurheress Management, told me; “He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making, and I’ll have to put up with it!” I don’t want to lose my home, because some else is noisy. 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 out.
Sleep, once again, did not want to come. Tsk!
Which turned out to be a malicious false alarm. When I arrived, scratching at Belinda’s Blotches and Rashes en route, and sat down; the evacuation started as if it was going to be another loose, messy one… then something abruptly and effectively plugged the movement solid. I found myself painfully forcing the proceedings over the next five minutes or so. Much blood needed clearing and cleaning up after the motion had eventually been completed. Oh, Gadzooks, yes! Embarrassingly, the bowl, lid, my legs and rear-end, and splashes on the floor, all required attention with the antisepticalisational clean-up!
While in the wet room, I tended to the ablutions earlier than usual, to be ready for the Morrison delivery when it arrives.
I felt much more comfortable after the treatment.
Went to the kitchen to make a brew of the Assam tea and get the Health Checks completed.
I dished it and made another one a little while later.
In the front room, the Nottingham City Homes provided machine indicated I had a humidity of 51 (Whatever that means, but it was in the green area).
0638hrs, I began the updating of yesterdays post, and the Morrison Man arrived.
I made up the recycling bag and black bags. I took them all to the chute so I could photograph how small the new slide-in top actually is for you.
much smaller one?
Out of the flat and to the elevator, taking the orange bag of recyclable trash.
A fair bit of weight in the bags, that I had packed hurriedly so as not to keep others waiting at the check-out; I stopped to redistribute the burden to carry.
Up to the apartment, greeted by the intense blast of pure heat when I opened the door.
I tried to ring back, and the mobile informed me the battery was Critically Low. I’d only charged it up on Friday, and hadn’t used it until today?
Getting tired now, time to get the nosh sorted.
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, primarily by doing nothing wrong.)
Saw the scrawled note I’d left for myself on the computer screen. Disentangled my torso and limbs from the £300 second-hand recliner, got up knocking the TV remote, mobile phone and an empty cheese curl packet onto the carpet, stood up and crushed a cheese curl, scratched at the itching blotches on the arm – drawing blood, stubbed my toe on the Ottoman, and retrieved the note from the computer.
Got the blotches ointmentated, and what a mess it was again.
One or two of the really dark red spots had returned on the chest.
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beetles lurking about. I couldn’t see any there, but a few dead ones were on the ledge.
I took out what would have been before they reduced the size of the waste-intake tray, two black bags of rubbish, but now needed five smaller sack bags, and three recycle bags, that would have taken one before.
Across the road and looked back to take this sunless photo of all three of the buildings from the bottom of the gravel hill path.
I poddled to Tesco and consulted my shopping list. I got the milk and some oven-bottom-rolls and a TV paper for next week. But they didn’t have any fresh peas, spring water or ice-cream cones.
The Newly opened Curious Manor eatery, in the brand new part of the food court, did not exactly seem to be making a roaring trade. Sad innit?
unbothered or uninterested feel to the place.
again.
As I got to the L9 bus stop at the top of Queen Street, I took this photographicalisation of the Little John clock tower on top of the Nottingham Council House.
Got in the apartment, and the heat again hit me as I entered through the door.
An interesting side-effects list:
First things first, I’ll get the nosh sorted in time for me to watch the match later.
The hemadynamometer worked the first time.
I feel obliged to offer some advice, to fellow Klutzes at this stage. 
I got the last of the fresh garden peas podded. The Polish mushrooms cleaned and cut up, and both into the pan on a low light.
Went in the get the oven on for the frikadellens. The plan is for the frik’s, cheesy mash, peas and mushrooms for the nosh. Might have some gherkins and tomatoes as well with it.
Got the meal served up. I made the cheesy potatoes with a little too much cheese, and it came out almost liquid. So I drank it as opposed to eating it. Hehe!
I noticed that in the dirt stuck in between plastic sheets and the window, several of the mini-armour-plated beetles had taken up residence. Can’t get to them without tearing the plastic, and I don’t want to do that.
I was gobsmacked when I noticed what was in the waste bin, indicating the amount of nocturnal nibbling that had taken place.
I then trudged into the kitchen, and although there was no sunshine outside, I was surprised to see how high the temperature was.
mention this to her when I show her the blotches and get a diagnosis and hopefully some advice from her. Although, the shingle-like-blotches are not so bothersome this morning, and looked to be calming down now. 
Got today’s Health Checks done.
Out into the sunless sky, a very nice cool breeze about today.
due to the lack of hobbling I’ve got in over the weekend.
As I went up the hill towards Carrington, at first, I was so appreciative of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist who had (Kindly I thought) got off of his two-wheeled transport and was pushing it instead of riding.
Out and over the pelican lights then up the road and called into Lidl to get some milk. Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist shot by close to me. Most aggravating!
Got to the bus stop, and a loud, disturbing borborygmus shook my whole innards. Yet, moments later it had cleared. Not to return again?
That last bit of a walk from the bus stop on Winchester Street Hill up the hill to Chestnut Walk seemed to take a lot out of me.
Then on to the foyer of the flats, and sat down with Mo, who was doing her washing in the laundry room, for another chinwagging and laughter session.
Got the fodder put away.
No wonder my Doctor Vindla had requested cream and not ointment. It would not soak in or dry, a right mess I got myself into.
cream, pink, blues and odd orange at the moment? Still, its summat to keep you interested, innit?
her something differnt this year, a dolls house for her to play with. ♥X♥.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
The itching was worse, but I think this was because they are beginning to clear up, perhaps, because the pain from them was far less. Mind you, I haven’t got any clothes on yet!
The results were all looking good, I thought.
When an embaphium had to be used to measure the doses. And although memories of those days were not particularly happy for me, Mam and Dad fighting, no pennies for the meters, my being sent to different neighbours to cadge a spoon of tea, cup of milk, some sugar or whatever: It still retained the odd bit of pleasant memories. Tsk!
0600hrs now: No sunshine out yet. The temperature was at 30°c – 86°f.
I got the potatoes in the crock-pot on a low setting and podded some fresh garden peas, both ready for either the lamb shank or Pork Ribs to be enjoyed with them later on.
Sister Jane rang me as I started to work on them. A jolly chinwagging was interrupted when I lost the signal. I gave her a couple of minutes, then I rang her back on the mobile… which turned out to be a very costly affair. Because I waffled on a and on. Tsk!
Cleaned up, and off to the kitchen.
The thermometer of the dirt covered filthy ledge read 98°f – 38°c.
Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding, so will need attention shortly.
Coming out, I checked the letterbox and found mail from Nottingham City Homes/Willmott-Dixon in the flap. It waffles on to explain things, telling us they have decided to give us the restrictor keys. Of course, there were no keys to be found anywhere! Huh!
Never a dull moment, no rest, no respite from the bombardment of self-covering information about the changes from Willmott-Dixon and Nottingham City Homes for us coffin-seekers.
I gave the blotches an examination.
Close to the match time now, so I’ll get the nosh made up.
Message for teams left in the World Cup:
I noticed some more of the nobbly bruises coming up on the legs again. Humph!
Friday 6th July 2018
0215hrs: Woke with an unwontedly sprightly outlook on life. Extracted my body-mass from the £300 second-hand recliner, stubbed my toe and knocked the tray off of the Ottoman. Lost my unwontedly sprightly outlook on life!
The sphygmomanometer worked the first time, resulting with in-range readings too!
The late coming out sun started to appear as I crossed the road.
But, as soon a the ground levelled out, she (Anne Gyna) was okay again with me. There was no need to rush about, and I was in my safety zone and own limits as I meandered along through the park on the footpath.
and over the hill into Sherwood. Narrowly avoiding being hit by this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist.
Over the road and back up the hill to the Lloyds Chemist at the top of the way.
Thanked her and went to catch a bus into Arnold, where a larger Boots store and a couple of independent ones are located.
I caught the bus within a few minutes of getting to the bus stop, and twenty minutes later I was in Arnold, walking into the Market Stalls.
But no-one spoke to me. Tsk!
Off to get the Health Checks and medications taken.
This made me go and check the new gizmo handed out by the Nottingham City Homes Obegruppenfurhers, in the other room.
The reading came out looking okay. But it took the hemadynamometer four tries before it worked. Wonder if the excessive heat affected it?
I got the black and recycling bags sorted out, and gathered them up to take down to leave at the Caretakers door.
Outside I deposited the black bags and white recycling one near the bottle bank bin and the door.
Can’t be helped I know. But it makes more hassle for us, just when we are in the middle of the upgrading mayhem, too.
Shlimazel! I put the order in for next Thursday, the 12th, not today! I’m getting worse.
Got the things together and set out on the walk to the surgery in Carrington.
As I left the surgery, I felt a bit of discomfort on the right side rib area. It was definitely not Anne Gyna, entirely different sort of agony. Hehe!
Got to the bus stop where Doreen and Roy were sat waiting for the bus. We had a good laugh.
Served up the meal.
I consulted the kindly Nottingham City Homes provided monitoring thingy for humidity and temperature.
I think the readings were a little more even this morning. I u
Got the meal prepared and served up.
It is sad not being able to look out of the windows.