Saturday 2nd June 2018

Portuguese: Sábado, 2 de Junho de 2018

0415hrs: My expergefaction was denied me this morning; cause I never got to sleep in the first place! A totally insomniacal night! Well, I did get ten-minutes, Tsk!) Very perturbing!

I just decided to get up and do the Health Checks.

Had a right dizzy when I stood up out of the £300 second-hand recliner! It lingered a lot longer than they usually do, too.

I started off a little grumpy and niggly with myself and everything around. Lack of kip to blame for this I thought.

The sphygmomanometer took five attempts before it worked. All four of the readings were down compared to yesterdays first session.

I popped into the spare room to weigh myself and stubbed my toe. Amazing, the agony that toe-stubbing can achieve! Haha! I was so upset, I forgot to do it, but I did later on.

I put the kettle on and had a quick wash in the wet room.

Back to the kitchen. I’d got the camera on the dressing gown pocket, and removed it an put it down on the window ledge, the flipping thing flashed and took this picture on the right. I need a shave, and the bloated stomach was agitated and rumbling. No signs of the Porcelain Throne being required yet, mind?

I now seem to have some more changes to the pot-marks, bruises, etc. around my body. Patches of a yellowish colour have appeared on the fingers, hands, arms and legs now. Maybe they are bruises of some sort. But if they are, I cannot recall banging these areas?

But the most startling thing was the disappearance of some of the blood spots. I’m sure I had about eight on the lower right arm yesterday, and this morning, none!

I got the computer on and finalised yesterday’s Incock Today and got it posted off.

During which (0535hrs) I heard a couple of heavy thuds from Noisy Herbert above. Nothing else perceived afterwards.

Email from Sister Jane, with a Photograph of her taking a sip of tea! Hahaha!

Then made a start on this blog, up to here.

0755hrs: I decided to get the ablutions, for a douche, shave etc. and general purification, lavage and medicationalisationing done. I hope I can get to have an evacuation before I go out on the hour-long walk to get the prescriptions. I don’t want to get caught out!

Off to the wet room. Sorted the cleansing activities and to the kitchen to make sure I’d not left anything on, running or open than I shouldn’t have.

Oh heck! The rain is pelting down now. Felt muggy too, 71°c inside. Thus, I elected to catch a bus down to Mansfield Road, then walk to the Chemist in Carrington.

Down and outside, I met a resident lady, and we had a chinwag and laughed as we walked to the Obersturmbannführeress and Untersturmführeress Warden’s Temporary (Not at weekends and Bank Holiday’s of course) and pleblicologistic Management HQ. And, Willmot-Dixon workers break-rest Room, Social Hut, Target for Thieves to steal pottery and food from, Training Room, Social gathering area, and Telling Inchcock-Off shed’. Hehehe!

Many tenants were waiting to catch the bus this morning. Smokers outside the hut and non-smokers in the dry inside the shed. Jenny, Roy and his better half, Welsh Bill (in good form) and several others. A nattering session ensued. I was a little concerned about busy Jenny, bless her. She look’s after those who go to the Saturday Coffee Morning and was busy sorting things out, she did not look very well. I’ll pop up to see her and Frank later.

The bus arrived, and I joined the end of the extended queue of Woodthorpe Court and Winchester Court Nottinghamian Residents. I was almost soaked through by the time I got on the bus. I stood back to let the lovely lady from Geordieland get on into the dry L9, and everyone one of fifteen or so other members of the complex got on in front of me. But it didn’t matter, for I knew I was only going to get wet again on my hobble to get the prescriptions. The others will probably end up sodden through and in a similar situation.

About five others got off the bus at the same stop as I did.

They soon left me trailing as they shot-off to get their weekend food in.

As I turned onto Mansfield Road, the weather got darker and the rain heavier.

The ailments were all being kind to me. Overall, considering that I had not got any sleep in for 26 hours or so, I limped along reasonably well, while trying to keep an eye on the roadside puddles and any buses or lorries coming along to spray and soak me through.

Which, incidentally, didn’t take too long.

 A few hundred yards further along the road, a bus went through a large puddle… but cunningly I had it all planned and had noticed it coming along the road. And swung the umbrella up high to protect me from the worst of the rainwater – smart stuff this, I thought.

Self-righteous Mode Adopted, but only momentarily! I did not see the single-decker bus behind the double-decker! This one caught me right and proper leaving me spitting out the precipitation water. Derp!

I squelched on, up the hill. Crossed over the road and down the other side into Carrington.

I came across a piece of Nottingham Street Art. It lay there in the wet, between St John’s Church and the Children’s playground. I had a look around and found no fewer than 18 beer cans and alcohol bottles, all empty of course, near the gate into the kids play area. Huh!

I think it worth mentioning that throughout the whole days hobbling, I did not see a single police officer. I thought they may have gone on strike and nobody told us?

I got to the chemist and picked up the months prescription supply. Then on to Lidl’s store. Where I spent another dollop of cash. Wieners, baguettes, potato slices, Marzano tomatoes, Melton pie, Almond Choc Slices and other stuff for the nibble-box, Strawberry ice-cream cones and shortbread biscuits.

I paid without any aberrations or errors, at the self-serve checkouts. The hoity-toity, high and mighty, uppity, snooty, stuck-up, toffee-nosed Lidl chap doing the overseeing, was one of their best ever. His ignoring of the customers and his excellent contemptuous attitude accompanied by what just has to be the most superior sneer, that I have ever come across, was praiseworthy. Combined with his ability to natter to the lounging against the window, the security guard in between neglecting the clients in trouble on the self-serve tills, ensured he worthily got my vote for ‘Most Bumptious Lidl Employee of the year’, so far anyway.

Paid-up and departed, and out I went to the bus stop to get a bus back into Sherwood.

If I caught the next one due, I might be in time to get the L9 back up the hill to the flats from Mansfield Road.

But this was not to be.

By the time I’d grubbled about to find the bus-pass, I’d missed the bus!

I got on the next vehicle and dropped off in Sherwood. 

I went over to the bus stop on the opposite side of the road, discovered the next L9 was due in 109 minutes.

So, a mini-trek back to the flats was called for.

Up the hill and down towards the gates into Woodthorpe Grange Park.

Not many folks about.

Some lovely wildflowers to have a look at on the old football field, though.

Halfway up the footpath, the most beautiful and pungent smell of the bdellium mixed in with the rain dropping from the trees, made life worth living for a few seconds. 

This is only the third time in life that I’ve been lucky enough to smell this.

Some more Nottingham Treet Art empty beer cans were around the park bench area.

And this robbed me of the pleasure of the bdelliums fragrance inspired contentment.

The rain suddenly stopped.

Near the top of the footpath, I saw a robin redbreast. I was determined to try and get a good photograph of him.

As you can see, I didn’t! By gum, these birds are like lightning! Tsk!
I spent a little too long trying to get the beautiful bird in focus.

The complex came into view as I turned and passed the Tree Copse.

Down the slippery muddy footpath down to the dwellings.

Got inside and up to the flat. Were I rang Josie’s doorbells as I unlocked and opened the door.

I apologised for opening Josies letter and handed it to her.

We had a natter, glad to say she did not take offence at my mistake.

I got in and had a wee-wee.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Put the new prescriptions away in the medical drawers. 

Sadly, they had not put my Antacid medicine or the Furosemide tablets in with the other medications! Got to go back again now! But, I’ll go on Monday. Grumblegnats! But, they had added the Haemorrhoid Cream. I can’t win em all! Tut!

I took this shot of the lovely for a moment view out of the kitchen window.

Then got on with updating and photograph sorting for this post for three hours.

Got the tomato and mushroom sauce and tin of chopped tomatoes on a low light and put the bacon and sausages in the oven to cook.

When the vegetarian sausages were cooked, I added them to the saucepan of tomatoes and mushrooms to let them flavour each other for half-an-hours simmering and stirring.

Off for a wee-wee. Washed up and back to the kitchen to serve up the fodder.

A delightfully tasty meal, (8.5/10) but I found it very messy eating it. And there were no shakes to blame for the mess I’d made of eating it. Tsk!

I had tomato juice over my chest, hands and fingers and on the £300 second-hand recliner cover and cushion to clean up!

Got settled in time to watch the friendly match, England v Nigeria.

I expect the scoreline was just about fair. But cannot say this about Stirling’s disgraceful dive in the penalty box.

Thank heavens he is not a used car salesman, an estate agent, politician or bank manager. Hehe!

This just shows the depths of immorality, turpitude and dishonesty of the over-paid mollycoddled, overindulged, spoon-fed, cheating, chicanery-ridden and pampered-to spondulicks-mad, philargyristic footballers of today. I read that Stirling is paid £189,000 a week, without win bonuses that will be added. The average Premier League match ticket is now £36.68. Manchester City: from £35 to £58. I wonder if these prices will ever ‘Dive’!

Off for a wee-wee.

Started to watch some Red Dwarf on the box… first set of advertisements came on, and I went off into a much-needed sleep. Ahh!

Wednesday 30th May 2018

Galician: Mércores 30 de Maio de 2018

0225hrs: I woke with an unexpected determination to get the laundry done, the diary updated and all before getting ready for the hobble to the blood test. Where these rare, uncommon positive attitudes came from, I don’t know.

But, within a few minutes, I had detached myself from the £300 second-hand recliner (with no difficulties either [Smug Mode Adopted]), Got dressed and was collating the dirty washing in the bag to go down to the launderette.

A digression was taken for a wee-wee, then I was out of the door on the way to the lift. Both elevators were working, but number one, which I travelled down it seemed to move a little slowly?

The electronic information board told me it was 0232hrs, 13°c outside, and fire is everyone’s responsibility, oh, and light rain was falling.

Got the washing machine going and back up to the flat.

Swiftly I got the medications taken, and the Health Checks were done.

The sphygmomanometer worked the first time.

And the readings were looking very good, much nearer to the targets expected. At least I think they were, the memory being like what it is nowadays like?

Oh, come think of it, 170 for the sys might be a touch high?

The timer buzzed. A digression was taken for a wee-wee, then I was out of the door on the way to the lift again.

Both elevators were working, but number one, which I travelled down it seemed to be going a little slowly?

I moved the clothing from the washer into the dryer.

The filter had not been cleaned-out of fluff, so I did it before loading the machine up.

At this point, Anne Gyna let me know she was in a bad mood, and started to kick-off and gave me some gip.

I started the machine and made my way back to the lift to go and get the slowly building up needs for the Porcelain Throne tended to.

Aha, the lift I’d just been using (No.1) was now not working. But the doors opened to let me into the cage? I assumed that it had only just conked-out as I entered the cage?

Good job that number two was operational, I didn’t fancy the idea of climbing up 24 flights of concrete stairs.

Into the wet room and onto the Porcelain Throne, it was a closer call than I expected. But the session was not too bad, despite Trotsky Terence making his presence felt a little. And Anne Gyna had settled down a bit. She’ll return when I start the hobbling later, I’m sure.

I got on with updating the Tuesday Diary. I got it all finished as the timer-alarm chirped into life.

I got the clothing out and folded. Cleaned the filter and drum. Wiped the outer of the machines.

And, all this without a Whoopsiedangleplop in sight! Cocky Mode Adopted.

Back up to the apartment, and got the kettle on, had a wee-wee, made a start on this blog and then remembered I have not done the surgery staff nibble bags made up yet. So I got sorted them and added them to the bag.

Went to get the ablutions and medicationalisticals were tended to. All done with stinging lower regions (Haha!), I set out down and onto Chestnut Walk.

To the end of the road and turned right down the Winchester Road Hill.

The rain began to falleth, and grew from normal rainfall, rather nasty torrent! A sort of Thunderstorm without the lightning.

I noticed what the time was on the bus stop board, I had 58 minutes to get to the surgery so as not to be late.

Oddly, the rain lightened a little and the day turned brighter.

By the time I’d hobbled to the end of Winchester and left onto Mansfield Road; things seem to have changed again back again to darkness.

The expensive Bishops of Stortford Storm-Proof extra-strong umbrella that blew inside outwards!

Miraculously, it seemed to right itself all on its own?

Filling the bag, I was carrying with what looked like a few pints of fresh rainwater.

I think I may have expressed my appreciation of this incident, enunciating some words that I rarely use, manifesting swear words, oaths, and frustration, at this stage.

Further along the road, this rather ignorant Nottingham Pavement Cyclist, nearly rode into me as he pelted along in the opposite direction.

I adopted the use of the one word exclamation that is possibly the most popular in use.

I didn’t use the camera again on the trek, for fear of it getting water in it.

I think everything else did!

Sodden wet-through, pee’d-off, and yet proud that I got there on time, I entered the Sherrington Park Medical Practice. I faffled-around and finally got the umbrella to collapsed and got it to stay that way (closed-to). Then did my best to drain out the rainwater from the bag. There was no point in my trying to squeeze out the socks and drain the shoes; I’ll have to leave that until I get back to the apartment. Humph!

I went to the reception to get my usual professionally presented, yet punctiliously and cunningly hidden, sneer, then logged in with them.

I got sat down. The only good news so far was that the new crossword book had remained dry. Fair enough, it was a bit damp around the edges.

For a few moments, I felt in a semi-eunoian mood. Then, Nurse Ann arrived to collect me. I followed her meekly, to her room. I told her of my bruises that come and go, the scratch-like marks all over the body, the itching and the dizzy-spells increasing. “Well, anyone on Warfarin gets them!” Silence followed. I decided there was no point in mentioning anything that was worrying me. Nurse Ann got the blood taken, she did speak to me once, but I could not hear what it was she said. So I offered a supportive grunt and thanked her. Gave her the nibbles and departed. Dropping off the geliophobia receptionists their bites on the way out into the car park.

Got the brolly up, and braved buses hitting the accrued puddles at the side of the road, as the drains overflowed and sprayed me from head to foot each time. I was passed caring about getting any wetter, by now

I did my walk in the rain and Carrington, calling in the Lidl Store, initially to get some eggs to use in my first attempt at making cakes, and some cheesy cobs.

I also bought sugar-snap peas from Venezuela, tomato passata from Italy, Greek Lemon Yoghourt, Swiss chocolate bar, French lemon and lime still mineral water and two boxes of English seasoned potato slices.

Out and caught a bus into Sherwood.

Where the rain was even more substantial now. I called in the bank, to get some spending money. There were only four people in when I arrived and stood in the people-leaked-puddle at the queuing area.

Two in the queue and two being served. By the time bloke in front of me moved to the counter to get served, I think the socks had dried by 50%. Still, no rush I had a long time to wait before the L9 was due in Sherwood.

By the further time I spent in the queue as initially the sole fool waiting to get looked after, three separate customs had come in, waited, got fed-up and left!

I felt drained and confused by the time I got to the desk and had forgotten what the questions were I was going to ask the bank about. Still, the lady was patient and pleasant enough.

I still had spare time after I’d left the premises. So I called in the Co-op shop and got two bottles of the fizzy lemon and lime mineral flavoured water and something else, about what it was, my mind has gone absent about?

I walked to the top of the hill to the bus stop, with still ten minutes to spare before the L9 was due. Three other tenants joined me, but they were not in a talkative mood. Don’t blame them, they must have been as depressed and rain-soaked as I felt and was! Hehe!

After we all got off the bus at the complex, the other left me their wake as they scurried into the dryness of there home.

A delivery lorry was being unloaded by a chap and forklift. But the poor driver had nowhere to park other than on the narrow roadway. The other three tenants had got by before this had started.

Which meant, muggins here had to walk on the high wet grass to get by. I slipped, but managed to stop myself going over – but, this started Hippy Hilda off. Shlimazl!

Into the flat and got the oven warming up for the potato slices later.

Stripped off and got into the jammy bottoms. Computer turned on and updated this tosh for a couple of hours or so. Hung the soaking trousers on the airer.

Sounds (Clump, clunk, bang) like Herbert is having fun up above.

Then got the fodder served up.

A 9.45 taste rating awarded for this meal. I’d burnt the sliced potatoes to just the stage that I like them. (Albeit, not through meticulous, scrupulous or precise timing, rather pure luck).

Did the Health Checks and had a wee-wee and wash-up.

Got settled into the £300 second-hand recliner chair, turned on the telly so watch that I could fall asleep to.

Then realised I was giving birth!!!

A new, spot, blotch, pimple, whatever you call them, was coming up on the skin. To join in with his hundreds of brothers and sisters who had arrived over the past week or so.

I welcomed the pretty-coloured baby haemangioma, Christened him One-hundred-and-eighth, then went for a wee-wee.

A wet day, in which I was thoroughly drenched.

Attacked by Nottingham Pavement Cyclist.

Ignored by medical staff.

Had a 22-minute wait in the bank line – and I was the only one in that queue.

And gave birth for the 108th time in the last two weeks…

You’ve got to laugh!

Hehehe!

Tuesday 29th May 2018

Korean: 2018 년 5 월 30 일 수요일

0410hrs: Woke with memories of a dream or dreams I’d been having. People were coming in through the windows and doors, leaving their bags of rubbish in the kitchen?

I stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner and the itching, prickly skin on the face, back, neck, legs, and arms were very irritating.

What a Schlemiel! Plonka and Idiot With Distinction, Merit, class One, Grade A Alter cocker, Amoretz, Fertummelt, Pillock, Dimwit, and Coffin-chasing fool I am: As I went into the kitchen, the light and heat from the oven that had been left on for eight hours on 230°c greeted me! Humph! At least it was warm and snug in the kitchen! Klutz!

Went to make a brew and do the Health Checks, but got diverted by the need for utilisationing of the Porcelain Throne. A much better session this time, still a little messy, but far less so. Cleaned up.

I got the Health Checks done.

At last the Sys, Dia and Pulse results had come down a smidge.

Made the tea and took the medications.

Putting away the milk (Without dropping or spilling anything, Hehe), I caught a reflection of my face in the little (I daren’t use a large one) mirror on the window ledge.

Talk about having spots, blemishes, discolouring, pot-marks, and blotches!

It almost made me jump when I saw my grotesque, almost hideous facial features. Tsk!

And the operation scar on the chest had changed to a deeper colour, too? As a rule, I hardly notice it nowadays, but today I did.

I wonder if the film people need ready-made monsters? Hehehe!

A steady mist out there today.

Computer turned on, and I got the diary for Monday finished and posted.

I did the WP comments and went to the WP Reader site.

What a pickle – WordPress problems, Facebook, computer and even difficulties with Grammarly and CorelDraw! Spent ages trying to get to work on WordPress. Gave up and turned off. Tried again, no success. Went through options etc., off and on and it seems to be working still. (WordPress

Got the camera to take back to the shop, nibbles for the nurses and mobile in the bag.

Another go at sorting the computer – no luck.

Got the ablutions done. No cuts while shaving, No bleeding from Harolds Haemorrhoids. Little Inchies lesion bled, but no worse than yesterday. I got the pain gel, and skin cream applied to my rashes, spots and itchy areas.

Made a small mug of tea and updated this page.

Wrote a shopping list and made sure the phone, camera, and crossword book were in the shopping bag.

Set off out as far as the lift lobby, then returned to the dwelling rooms, ’cause I had a sneaky feeling I’d left the tap running, but all was okay. So off out again. I dropped the Kettle Balsamic crisps off on the 9th floor.

Took this amazingly poor quality photo of the centre complex on the way down Chestnut Grove.

Arrived at the Nottingham City Homes, Unterscharfühereress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone and Things to be stolen by residents container Shed, which had been opened, as usual when the Warden’s are off on holiday, by Jenny.

Five tenants were in there. We were joined by many others, and we chinwagged away until it was time to go out for the bus.  I asked Margaret for her email address so, I can pass on the photo I took of her and Cyndy, last week.

Caught the L9 bus and dropped off on Upper Parliament Street in town. The coach on the right of the frame is the L9 that’d dropped me off.

Outside the Poundland store, was a Rough Sleeper fast asleep on the pavement.

It is sad, but you read of so many con-men doing this. A Nottingham youth was prosecuted for something or other, last month. He was travelling to London each day to street beg with a roll-up sleeping bag. Then getting the train back to Nottingham. He told the court he was only ‘making’ £300 a day, and he did not do it on weekends.  But I cannot recall what the charge was. But he got fined £150 and given some Social Hours to do.

I made my way straight to the Jessops Camera Store and waited around for a day or two, (Only joking, but it felt like a long time, Hehe!) until an assistant was free to serve me.

She was very patient with me. The particular ‘Poor, pathetic, dysfunctional, senile old thing’ mode and look, she adopted; Was the one of, if not the, best quality ones I’ve ever seen enacted so perfectly, in any store anywhere! Brilliant the way she did not make me feel embarrassed! Although of course, I was!

She pointed out that the Fn2-LVF button had been caught or pressed. I still don’t know what this button is for, but am now aware that if the screen goes off again, I am to push it repeatedly until the view comes back on. Thank you, young lady!

I bought another SD card. Then asked her where the Macro option is on the Lumix. She told me there isn’t one. But if I go to the SCN option on the wheel, and select the ‘Food’ picture option, this is as near to Macro as is available.

I thanked the young woman and departed.

I hobbled into the Slab Square. A paramedic car and ambulance were at the bottom of Queen Street. No policemen around, of course. 

Come think of it, I didn’t see a police officer anywhere all the time I spent in the City Centre today. A rare specimen, a PC in Nottingham.

I limped across the Square and to the Poundland shop that sometimes has Pork Farm Pork Pies on sale.

They didn’t have any, though. And, the place was reminiscent of the old Bridgeway Hall Methodist Church jumble sales back in the 60’s. However, I did spend a bit on things not needed or wanted. But I did get some stuff to fill the Social Hour Nibble box up with. Some long-life individual pots of milk, diahorrea capsules and rubble sacks.

Leaving the shop, I realised I had to make my way to the bus stop, so as not to miss the lift home.

The Nottinghamian’s did not look a happy bunch today. There were two Traffic Regulation officers, wandering about. Which shook me at first, because I thought they were policemen. Hehe!

I got to the bus stop with minutes to spare.

The mind started off on one of it’s meandering, musing, self-guided tours of my problems. At the moment, I cannot recall where it took me, but its bound to come back into the grey-cells later. I think, perhaps maybe?

Time went by, and the bus was well late, ten minutes or so.

Then it was fifteen minutes, as the bus came into view.

I was the only passenger to get on it.

The driver told me the traffic, and parked cars delayed his arrival.

He had to get someone to move a car on King Street so he could get through.

Then at the bottom of the same road, a car had parked on the corner, and he had to get help to guide him through between the other parked bused and the naughtily parked offending vehicle.

The bus moved off, and at the Parliament Street stop, it almost filled up.

I took the opportunity to take an interesting photographicalisation of The Old Dog & Partridge Pub across the road.

The driver soon got us back to the flats, and the agitatedly waiting for the bus, a gang of tenants.

The Willmott-Dixon lads are getting on with the new extra care building in between the other two blocks of flats with the new windows that block out the view and light. Just thought I’d mention it. Haha!

The plates-of-meat were giving some stick as I limped back to Woodthorpe Court.

Up to the flat, had a wee-wee and got the purchases stored away.

I decided today would be cheesy mashed potatoes, garden peas, tomatoes and some of the Nordic Style cooked meat, for the nosh.

I was so pleased that the Lumix camera was working again. Not that it had stopped working of course. Just that I didn’t know how to get it working still. But I do now after the young girl has shown me. Made a mess of saying that didn’t !?

On the computer and started to update this blog.

 Did this graphic in celebration! Haha!

I did the Health Checks and medications taken.

Got the oven on and put the potatoes in to cook off.

Somewhat of a feast tonight. Frikadellens, garden peas, tomatoes and cheesy mashed potatoes.

Got down in the chair and enjoyed this so much. Gave it a mental rating of 9.455/10 for taste. Hehehe!

Went to get a drink of orange juice and took this photographicalisation of outside from the kitchen window.

I used the working again Lumix.

Got down in the £300 second-hand recliner and the aches and itching started straight away?

As I was Phorpain gelling the knees, I noticed some more mystery marks, scratches lumps and discolourations had come up on the legs and ankles?

I think I might be rotting away here? Haha!

I watched a Rumpole of the Bailey episode on the DVD, and as soon as it had finished, I nodded off and had a dream about my being a cat, and living with my sizeable feline family, I was the black kitten, all the others were grey and white?

Managed to drift off again, and the doorbell chimes rang out. I struggled to get my body removed from the recliner. I was sure that whoever it was would be long gone by the time I got to answer the door. But the lady was still there, she was looking for a lady tenant, but had got the wrong flat. Tsk! Never mind.

Head down again, but not for long, I had to get up to go for a wee-wee!

Worra life!

Monday 28th May 2018

Italian: Lunedì 28 Maggio 2018

0455hrs: Oy gevalt, gadzooks, cor blimey and goodness gracious me! There I was, peacefully dreaming away calmly about the best method for me to commit suicide to pay for my cock-ups and failures; the next second I was wide-awake and in instant agony: The Cramps attack seemed to affect the legs initially. As they began to ease-off, next it was the ankles turn, then the hands and fingers got affected, then the shoulders and neck! I’m so glad they didn’t all suffer at the same time. Phew!

Luckily, I thought, as usual, I had a tube of the Phorpain gel at the side of the £300 second-hand recliner, while the movement was painful and bothersome, I got the cap off of the tube. And about half of the contents shot out and down my stomach, on the jammy bottoms, and over the TV remote!

Unwontedly, the cramps died off surprisingly quickly. Which was good. For it allowed me to get the remote control dried off with the kitchen towels (At least I hope I’ve done it alright), and the mess sorted out.

A late getting up for me. But last night was a very late one. I was at least fully awake and aware within minutes after waking up, and the agony ceased. Hehe! Off I trudged into the kitchen to get the medications took, and Health Checks tackled.

I moved in my usual svelt-like super-fit, wobbly fashion and hobbled to get my slippers on, guess what. I managed to have a toe-stubbing of a supreme pain-level! That made a change; I don’t think I’ve had one of these for a few days now. The pain and stinging lingered long after the event. I’ll take an extra Codeine and Ramipril for the HBP with this morning’s tablets methinks? Tsk!

The misty Bank-Holiday weather greeted me as I got to put the kettle on.

The new double-glazed glass in all of the kitchen windows had got a layer of moisture laying on them. It was not cold at all, so I opened both windows to let some air in the flat.

Off for a wee-wee.

Made my mug of tea, and got the sphygmomanometer out. Which, worked first time this morning.

Still no signs of any requirement for me to utilise the Porcelain Throne had arrived. No rumbling from the innards either. I wondered if Trotsky Terence was easing off, or, was he tormenting me; so that he could catch me out again later on? Haha!

Computer started, and I got the Excel graph updated for last week and this morning. The odd excessively high Sys and pulse readings over the previous few days irked me. I’ll mention these to the nurse. Mind you, I know the answer I’ll get, it is always the same one. “Keep your eye on them” Hey-ho!

I made a start on this blog up to here and then went to make a mug of tea. As I was going into the kitchen, the rumbling and grumbling from the innards instantly began, and I diverted to the wet room. Which proved to be a good idea, because I made it just in time.

Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding, as had Harold’s Haemorrhoids, and unbeknown to me earlier, the pain gel had run down and gelled the hairs together. What a kerfuffle!

• The evacuation consisted of wind and water?
• The Phorpain Gel had turned into a clear concrete constituency and took some softening to get off!
• The blood from the Fungal Lesion had dried solid along with the gel too. The hairs on the lower regions are now about 50% less! Hehe!
  
• The evacuation, cleaning and medicating things in need, took me about an hour all together. Humph!

I did get into the kitchen eventually to make the tea.

I took a photographicalisation out of the kitchen window, to the right and up of Noisy Herbert’s balcony.

Seems Noisy Herbert has a visitor this morning, who appeared to be pecking away furiously at something, bless him. He threw me a “What do you want?” look. Haha!

Thinking about the current Trotsky Terence situation and the variable swinging from one extreme to the other effect it is having on my Porcelain visits, I hoped that I do not have cryptosporidiosis. Oh, dear, no!

Made the brew, and back to the computer to finalise yesterday’s diary.

Went to the WordPress reader, some good stuff on there again today.

Caught up with the comments.

Tried Facebook again. Yeehaa! Running well now. Got a lot done, then decided to work on the TFZer Transport Graphics. I’ll make another mug of tea first, methinks. Great-balls-of-fire, I lead an exciting life. Hehehe!

Hello, Knock-a-bit Herbert is at it again.

One of the gals on the TFZ commented mentioning the song ‘Green Door effect can’t stop singing it now. Hehe!

A few hours creating some graphics to use late, well two anyway.

I’m not exactly feeling contented this morning. I keep coughing and stopping. No signs of any Porcelain Throne visit needed? The arm has started itching like crazy and bleeding. The shakes keep coming and going. Herbert is doing his hobby which he is entitled to of course (Grumph!). I’ve got to go see the Doctor about things, then the blood test on Wednesday… oh and the Clinic. I felt suddenly so tired and done in, too? I’ve not done any ablutions yet either!

Hello, Knock-a-bit Herbert is at it again. Drilling and grinding noises this time. But, I must remember I have been commanded by the plutocratic Nottingham City Homes Management to put up with this because he is doing no wrong in carrying put his hobby. So, I’ll say no more, and keep my residency, I hope.

I’ll get the chips on the oven and make a meal early I think. Cause I have to get up early in the morning to get things ready before I go out. Then, I must also remember to do the Health Checks, medication taking and doctoring the lesion, piles and arm. Tsk!

They are not pouring with blood, just tiny specks when I cannot resist the urge to scratch at them.

The back is itching too, and the top part of the legs?

I spent hours and hours doing some TFZer graphics again, but still only ended up with completing four of them to use later. Concentration had gone to pot! 

Bit fed-up again now.

Got the meal sorted out.

U did a lot better this time, in eating it all up. Not that it was anything special. The £1.59 Aldi Melton Mowbray pork pie had more jelly in it than the ones I actually bought on the trip to Melton Market. Very tasty. Rated this effort as an 8/10.

Washed the pots and suddenly, I was a different person again. Aching and itching all over, Dizzy Dennis and Anne Gyna both were giving me some stick now.

Took the medications and did the Health Checks.

Got stripped off and went get the ablutions done. Had a shave, did the teggies, and a good showering session. Therapeutic, alleviational, creaming, oiling, curative, pain relieving, preventative, medicationalisational and sanative duties were performed. Tending to Little Inchies lesion being the worst activity pain-wise.

I’ve got to say I was surprised that during this session, No shakes, dizzies or Anne Gyna attacks whatsoever. As soon as I got into the main room, they returned? Most odd!

Got down in the £300 second-hand recliner, that is now shuddering when in use. A bit like me? Tsk!

Noticed one-heck of a bruise on the ankle, several new pot marks, spots and the like on the legs, chest, feet and arms. Yellow patches?

The flat felt, erm… clammy!

Must remember to take the Lumix back to the shop tomorrow, to find out why the viewer screen is has stopped working.

Being late again in getting the head down, I still tried to watch an episode of Rumpole of the Bailey. Fell asleep soon afterwards. 

An itchy and dream-filled few hours followed.

TTFN each.

Saturday 26th May 2018

Punjabi: ਸ਼ਨੀਵਾਰ 26 ਮਈ 2018

0325hrs: I’m afraid I woke in a sorry state. Both mentally and physically. I lay there for ages pondering fearing and worrying about seemingly endless ailments and my continuing journey from logicality into the hands of insanity. My coping-ability levels are dropping and becoming unreliable nowadays. I’m thinking silly things, yet hanging on to my empathy for others?

The new ferocious flatulence had moved into the innards, and one massive breakage of wind, that must have been building up overnight, escaped from the rear end. It almost lifted me off of my Haemmorhoid Harold’s ring-cushion! Painful and noisy in the extreme! I responded by removing myself from the £300 second-hand recliner, and off to the Porcelain Throne with all possible haste.

I got there in plenty of time. However, the evacuation was once again almost liquid and required a lot of cleaning up and medicating afterwards. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding, was sore and itchy too. New PPs put on. Cleaned everything up and applied some Daktacort Cream. An uncomfortable experience. Harold’s Haemorrhoids had to be cleansed and medicated too. This performance got me off to a bad start for the day, which is a shame, because I’d woken up with tension, fear and apprehension already firmly embedded in my currently tormented mind.

I can see now, the high winds blowing the Copse, trees, and bushes about something rotten, outside. Mist lingering, what bit of drizzle earlier had stopped entirely now.

I must get some bread and milk in today. I hope that the weather is kind. Into the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks, medication taking, etc.

The mind wandered off on its own accord before I did the Health Checks. The dodgy state of the innards, my bad memory and getting confused so easily nowadays, the damned Bank Holiday on Monday; No buses, Noisy Herbert will have a hay-day with his banging and knocking, No one to talk to or have a laugh with…

The thoughts were deflected when I realised the warm wet sensation from the lower regions indicated that blood was escaping, or I was wee-weeing myself. Humph! Back to the wet room to investigate and clarify which ailment was causing this leaky situation this time. (I think I might be resigning from worrying, [I hope] because this problem, I took in my stride, even the embarrassment and pain of sorting it out didn’t get to me much?). My aboulomania seems to have turned to acceptance?

This was a good thing this bleeding, cause it ensured that I was handily placed right next to the Porcelain Throne when Trotsky Terence insisted on some more of the innards pungent liquid being got rid of ASAP. Harolds Haemorrhoids did not like this in the least bit and stung away nastily as the evacuation took place. The throbbing, smarting, burning and irritating itching ensued. Another painful session of cleansing and medicationalisationing was needed. Another change of PPs. Huh!

Rinsed me up and wiped around with the antiseptic disinfectanted hessian cloth, kept just for this job.

Back to the kitchen, and made myself a tasty brew of Breakfast Tea in the medium-sized mug. (It just came into my mind then. A medium sized mug could describe me down to a tea! Although, swapping medium for plumb would be a tad more exact? Hehe!)

At long last I got the Health Checks done. All readings were in range I think.

The ailments and Whoopsideangleplops seem to have affected my thoughts and thinking this morning. Making the creation and application of methodical, articulate, consistent or relevant considerations, a little more unstable and awkward than usual.

I really must talk to someone who can understand and arrange for some help. I fear I will do nothing about it, though. Being the psychoneurotic depressive (I think so anyway), and champion fritterer! Hehe!

At long last, I got the Computer on to update yesterday’s blog page.

• Pinterest would not let me load any graphics from WordPress?
  
• WordPress kept on swapping to US English, and I had to repeatedly change the settings back to UK English.
• Then Liberty-Virgin internet went off, and it took me ages to get it going again!
• Then, CorelDraw demanded my signing in, even though I had not signed out! MS Windows update might be to blame?

0505hrs: Eventually, I got the Friday diary finished and posted off. What, a palaver!

I hoped and prayed that things would not go on like they have been doing, for all over these unwanted, lonely damned busless, depressingly banal and bad-luck ridden Bank Holiday. I bet noisy Herbert likes them. This thought makes me even more depressed in nature.

Sorted the waste bags and got them taken to the rubbish chute.

Off to get the ablutions and medicating done again. I felt a bit better about myself after the shave, shower and other requirements were all done.

Out to shops around 0900hrs.

Getting out onto Chestnut Walk, I took this photographicalisation of the end of Woodthorpe Court and the New Extra Care unit being built in between the existing two less-care tower blocks. They look close, don’t they?

Sure to block out the light and view for the lower floor tenants. I’m so happy to be up on the 12th floor.

The complete complex will be called Winwood Heights, the new Extra Care unit will be called Winwood Court, along with the old Woodthorpe, and Winchester Courts will be keeping their names.

I noticed further along the road that the Winchester Court flats were at the stage of having their Kitchen windows fitted. The dark frame is one of the newly fitted ones. Compared to the much preferred older ones, you can see how they block the wonderfully previous panoramic view. And the bottom pane is much deep in size, the frames are thicker and let even less light into the kitchens now. But, I’m not moaning and groaning, just mentioning it.

At the end of Chestnut Walk, I took this picture displaying the vast array of what used to be all Council Houses and Estates.

But Mrs Thatcher changed the rules and forced the local councils into selling their tenants the properties. So, now it is a mish-mash of rented and privately owned dwellings.

As I crossed over and up Mapperley Rise (The steeper top part leading up to Mapperley Plains), the plates-of-meat and Anne Gyna started to play me up a bit. I had to stop a few times to catch my breath. To be expected really on this stretch of road.

But, this gave me photographic intentions a chance to use the small Nikon camera a few times on the hobble. I’m missing the new Lumix already, I must get to the Jessops camera shop on Tuesday and see if they will mend it for me, or if it is my fault and I’ve accidentally changed or broken something? Yutz!

As I struggled up the cruel hill and around the first bend, it looked like it had been snowing. Hehe!

I did notice they had, at last, replaced the stolen sand-salt from the grit-bin on the corner of Maurice Drive.

Better late than never, but will it be stolen again as soon as any ice appears on the hill? I expect it will get nicked again, knowing my Nottinghamian fellow residents as I do.

I got to the top of the road and turned left onto Woodborough Road.

A sad sight indeed. The old Millenium Car Showrooms and grounds. Now vandalised, drug needles, empty beer cans and spirit bottles in the weed-strewn grass verge, and just a few hundred yards of where two murders and five stabbings have taken place in the last eight months or so.

The plates were worse than ever as I progress limpingly along to the Aldi store to get my bread, milk and a TV paper. However, as soon as I’d been walking on the flat surface for a couple of minutes, Anne Gyna calmed down rapidly.

Alas, my shopping addiction got the better of me again. Ahem!

I did get the bread, milk and TV paper… but also: A Pork Pie, flavoured mineral water, mature cheddar cheese, frikadellens, long life cobs, pork ribs, tomatoes, Breakfast tea bags, tomatoes, fresh cream jam & doughnuts and ice-cream cones. Spent a bit there. Cough!

I’d like to point out that the cream doughnuts were purchased for Jenny and Frank, in the flats. 

Oh yes, they were!

I paid the young chap and departed from the store onto Woodborough Road, to walk back to Woodthorpe Court in the opposite route I had taken to get there.

When I got home later, I found this photograph on the SD card between the Aldi store above and the Nottingham City Homes Electronic Information board on the wall, near the lifts in the Woodthorpe Court foyer.

I can’t recall taking it, or what it was supposed to be displaying?

The hobble down the hill was much more comfortable and without any complaints from the ailment. Well, apart from the feet!

Sister Jane rang as I walked down the hill. I said I’d ring her back.

I got back a lot quicker than what it took me to get to the store. (Downhill, Hehe!) I’d done a decent job with the timing I thought.

On Chestnut Walk, I looked at the Nottingham City Homes Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling-Inchcock-off Zone and Things to be stolen by residents room, Portakabin across the road, it looked deserted from what I saw through the windows. I was going to see if Jenny was in. I carried on hobbling.

As I went into the flats, Frank was there in the foyer. We had a little natter, a grand lad Frank. He told me Jenny was in the cabin. He was on his way there too. So I asked him if he would take the jam and cream doughnuts to her for me, and he agreed to. Bless him.

The electronic sign told me it was only 11:11hrs, Saturday 26th May. And, there was and light rain and showers outside with a temperature of 19°c. Also that I could become a Nottingham City Homes Community Mediator?

I got the vegetables prepared and cooing in the saucepan. Turnips, swede, orange peppers, red onions, and mushrooms.

I did then in some Hickory Smoked sauce.

I left the saucepan on a low heat and put the other fodder away in the wherever they were to live until I ate them later.

I checked the till receipt and then had a look see if anything was worth watching on the TV.

Not a lot appealed to me.

Did the Health Checks and then onto the computer to continue with updating this load of twaddle.

Now the CorelDraw programme is playing up, icons disappearing from the screen?

Feeling so pee’d-off with life now! I just turned everything off, sulked, grumbled to myself and as soon as the timer chirped to tell me the pork ribs needed turning over in the oven; The phone rang. Sister Jane, but I could not get to the mobile in time.

On the way to the kitchen, I was accompanied by Noisy Herbert’s melodic, ♫ Bang, thud tapping♫ from above.

Into the kitchen and rang Jane back while I added some frikadellens to the BBQ pork ribs and turned them over.

It was while talking to Jane and she mentioned something, and this reminded me I had the frikkadelens in the fridge, so added them to the tray in the oven.

The vegetables cooking in the sauce were almost cooked.

I was working away at the preparing the fodder while nattering with Sister Jane. (History proves this is not a good idea, cause lack of concentration has been my downfall on many occasions that have led to some severe Whoopsiedangleplops in the past!)

Still, it all came out marvellously when I got it in served up in the bowl.

An excellent rating of 9.45/10 for taste value!

The washing up after dining, as you can imagine, took an awfully long messy time! Hehe!

I hoped that the content of this dinner would not affect Trotsky Terence. Fingers Crossed!

Did the Health Checks and got the TV on. Fell asleep straight away, despite the tap-tapping from Herbert in the flat above.

Woke around 2100hrs, I remembered that on channel 12 Dave, they were showing some Red Dwarf episodes, and decided to watch them.

I only got as far as the first set of commercials before I nodded-off. Oy Vey.

Friday 25th May 2018

French: Vendredi 25 Mai 2018

0400hrs: I stirred into imitation life and awaited the body and mind to loosely link-up together. Things felt a little odd, apart from the little bit of rumbling from the innards, all the other ailments were in an excellent calm mood with me. This can’t last!

I rose out of the £300 second-hand recliner and went to get the Health Checks done.

The results looked fine to me. With these reasonable readings and the lack of ailments hassling me, I was more worried than ever now. Tsk!

Had a wee-wee.

Made a brew and took this photograph that came out rather poorly, considering I was using the new Lumix camera?

Then the view screen disappeared! I’ll have to try to get to town and the Jessop camera store to find out if I’d pressed something wrong or if the camera has gone kaputt.

Popped into the wet room to use the Porcelain Throne. A loose little evacuation, mostly wind.

Onto the Computer.  For some unknown reason, using WordPress on Firefox was impossible. So, I tried it on Google and had to sign-in and change username to get the job done? After a while, I attempted to use Firefox again, mostly blank screens? Back to Google Chrome. It was a struggle to get yesterday’s diary updated, as the pictures would not load into WordPress, so I had to keep going back on Firefox to download them, then again to Google to do the written work. Well, pee’d off now!

I remembered the MS Windows update that came in yesterday – could it be this that is cocking me up? Had to keep swapping for ages each time I needed to do a different sort of editing?

I went to the kitchen for a mental-break and too calm down, I was well uptight.

The weather looked bleak, misty and a little showery.

I took this photograph with the Lumix, and it seemed to be working okay for this poor effort of mine, at a decent picture.

The drilling outside started again around 0840hrs, but it was short-lived and sounded farther away than yesterday.

There was I, just pouring the milk into the mug of tea and; What a vexation-ridden embarrassment, frustration and irking distressing thing to happen to me. Feh! The rear-end works decided to operate the evacuation functions of their own accord, and at rapid speed! I did my best to get to the Porcelain Throne on time, but couldn’t make it. I was in a proper shameful, humiliating, and uncomfortable state of agitation over this pickle I found myself in.

I recognised that avoiding this disaster was not my own fault and gornisht helfn. But shame and self-loathing came to the fore.

I had to have a proper clean up afterwards, of me and the wet room. I could, despite there being no one else about, feel my embarrassment coming out and a red face glowing.

After freshening up, I returned to the kitchen to make another small mug of tea. I took a diarrhorea capsule and left the others on the counter to get to later. In case the next Porcelain Throne visit was an urgent one too.

The temperature in the kitchen was a high 69°f. Still looking a little gloomy out there.

My spirits were lower than ever now. Especially when I realised that going out today, to the camera shop or getting some bread and milk in stock, was out of the question. Far too risky, I do not want to risk getting ‘Caught Short’ again by another Diarrhoea David attack.

I thought about just leaving doing this post altogether, such was my melancholia. But my being a graphomaniac, I didn’t.

After a while, with no signs of any Diarrhoea David returning, I went into the kitchen to make another brew.

I decided to refill the vinegar bottle. I rinsed it out and went to the window ledge and thought I’d tore off a piece of paper towel to fry the bottle with.

But I’d got it wrong and traipst the roll all over the floor. I might have a reasonable bruise coming up on my head where I hit it on my way down to pick up the paper towel!

Back onto the computer, all confused and struggling to gain full control of my faculties, I thought.

Another One! Could I find the 32mb SDH card? No! I spent ages searching and exploring every cupboards, carpet, drawer repeatedly! I knew I had it when I used the new Nikon Camera? Eventually, I gave up the hunt, hoping I will ‘come across’ it at a later time or date. What a Nudzh!

I reflected on the Whoopsiedangleplops affecting me so far today:

1. The new Lumix camera viewer-screen, dying on me.
2. WordPress, Grammarly, Google Chrome, Firefox and computer problems, apparently having been caused by the MS Windows update?
3. Diarrhorea David’s Blitzkrieg Attack and the resultant shame and uncertainties.
4. Liberty-Virgin internet repeatedly losing connections failures.
5. The paper-towel incident and injuries.
6. Losing the SDH card? – Then my finding it in the first place that I’d looked for it?
   

The way this morning has gone, I sort of expected this Whoopsiedangleplop list to have been longer.

No bread, no milk, no hope! Hehehe!

Conceivably, the diarrhorea might ease-off, and the weather is alright in the morning so I can have a walk into Sherwood to get the bread and milk, in.

I’m still puzzled as to why another follow-up attack from the rear-end has not come… Yet awhile anyway! But, I can feel that the churning is still fermenting in the guts.

Then, much further chagrin and the lowering of my esteem and worth, I found the missing 32mg card! Worst of all, it was in the first place I had looked for it after thinking it had disappeared! I was keeping the curtains closed in case the Willmott Dixon team might appear at the windows, while I might be suffering the runs etc. And this lack of lighting and my colour blindness on reds, made me think it was another card in the reader. I’m running out of original names to call myself now! Yutz!

Great balls of fire, no sooner had I written the paragraph above, Diarrhorea David’s second Blitzkrieg arrived! Far less hassle this time. I made it to the Porcelain Throne in time. Albeit only just! Still runny and messy though. Humph!

The workmen didn’t do their drilling for long this morning. Noisy Herbert above compensated for this, with regular banging about. Then just before noon, what sounded like a door being closed-shut with venom and strength from above. No more sonances then. I’m not complaining. Oh No! Not after being told he is doing nothing wrong in following his hobby and being noisy as long as it is between 0800hrs and 2000hrs, by the Cat-Walk model and Nottingham City Homes Gruppenfurheress Manager. It might yet prove fatal though. One can only take so much while being ignored. I wonder if he is rich, well endowed or has he any influential friends? Hehehe!

I considered going to the shops again, but would I be lucky enough? No, best leave it until tomorrow and see how things are then.

Health Checks were done.

I was unsure of what to have for the nosh, bearing in mind the Diarrhorea Davids attentions, and not wanting to encourage or inspire them.

Got sidetracked, off for another visit to the Porcelain Throne. Again it was close getting there in time, but I managed it.

Today, I had got very little done that I had planned. A mishegoss and frustration filled day.

Turned on the TV to watch some episodes of Rumpole of the Baily.

I settled my body down in the £300 second-hand recliner and tucked into the plate of fodder.

I thought that fish might be the safest food, so made a meal of fish fingers in batter, the cod portion I had to throw away, it tasted dodgy to me, so I did not risk eating it.  The Scottish Smoked Mackerel tasted good.

I couldn’t eat all of it.

I feared the Trotskies would return in the night.

But they didn’t. Well, not until the early morning.

I haven’t felt so dismal or such a no-hoper in my life.

Thursday 24th May 2018

Greek: Παρασκευή 25 Μαΐου 2018

0325hrs: I woke and tried to recall the dream I was certain I’d been enjoying seconds before waking up. Nothing came into the mind.

Then, the grey-cells, of their own free-will, decided that deliberating about my wonderful record in the Failure Stakes of life, was needed. Pondering over my pathetic pronouncements, dreadful decisions I’ve taken, pantagruelian pasquinades in policymaking, injudicious judgements and so on.

With my vast experience in perpetually committing these errors, mistakes, and Whoopsiedangleplops over the years, you would imagine that I would be the last person to suffer from 5. But, no. Fear of failure, despite the certain knowledge that I will be guilty of so it frequently, remains a part of my life. Nowadays, as the remaining time to get it right dwindles, I find that things go wrong, I forget something, get confused, progressively more often.

These thoughts did concern me, but at the same time, I realise that nothing can be done, now in my dotage and possible senility approaching at a seemingly increasing and frightening speed. The occurrences of shortcomings, blunders, lapses, deficiencies, malfunctions, disappointments, and dysfunctions will increase.

Well, that little crack-of-dawn, cogitative-cerebration-session did me no good whatsoever. Just left me further in the depths of… what’s the word I’m looking for? Woebegoneness should cover it.

I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner, got the slippers on and I made my to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.

The Shaun Shakes came on and stayed with me for a few minutes this time. It ruined the blind-photograph I took through the kitchen window, that’s for sure.

Hello, a car parking space!

I got the hemadynamometer and did the Health Checks.

Made-up the dosage pots for next week. And notwithstanding Shaking Shaun still giving me his attention (although he had eased off considerably), I did this job without dropping any of the medications. Swank-Mode Adopted – Hehe!

Made a brew, and got the computer on and started to finalise yesterday’s Inchcock Today. Posted it off.

I got the nibble-box filled, and the raffle prizes collated ready to take to the Social Hour; at the Temporary Untersturmführeress Wardens archididascalian Head-honcho HQ, Willmot-Dixon workers breakfast kitchen and tea-break room, Ear-plug supply machine, Target for thieves, Training room, Telling Inchcock-Off cell, and Social Hut. He-he!

Back to the computer and checked the Emails.

Went on to the WordPress comments and the Reader page.

Made a start on creating this blog page.

Shaun’s Shakes eased off, and Ann Gyna nipped in to replace him straight away. Humph! I took an extra Omeprazole capsule.

Off to the hut, taking my confused brain with me and the EQ telling me things are not going to be good today and tomorrow! At the Social Hour; at the Temporary Untersturmführeress Wardens archididascalian Head-honcho HQ, Willmot-Dixon workers breakfast kitchen and tea-break room, Ear-plug supply machine, Target for thieves, Training room, Telling Inchcock-Off Office, and Social Hut, the EQ was sensing tensions, underlying tones of discontentment. But the hour went well enough otherwise.

As we all started to leave, I caught Margaret from Winchester Court (The one behind in this picture, and Cyndy and took this image. Both gals are young at heart and well liked.

I shot back to the flat and got this photo on here, then out again to go to Arnold for some shopping. (Fancy that, me, shopping? Haha!)

Caught the bus, Caroline from the Care Home got off, and we had a few words before I had to get on the departing bus to the Sainsbury store. 

Arriving in Daybrook, I alighted the vehicle and had a wander around the store.

Where I bought Anya potatoes, on sale single-serve-sized (Say this when you’ve had a few, Haha!) tinned garden peas, sauce, onion granules, lemon grass, kettle chips, and frozen chips.

 Also, what I thought were edible candles to go on top of the cakes I intend to bake next week. It turns out they are real candles. Humph! Still, I think that Jenny might like these for one of the socials she arranges for other folks?

I paid the lady at the checkout and made haste to the bus stop to catch the L9 back to those wonderfully peaceful, hassle-free, no-pressure Nottingham City Homes Independent Living flats, so to be renamed Winwood Heights.

 Oh, dearie me, I missed it! 

So, I waited and caught a City Bound bus, in the hopes that it would arrive in Sherwood with time for me to alight and get the L9 up the hill to home.

The bus was well crowded.

 The City bus did not get there in time, and I had to walk back to the flats. I decided to take an alternative route this time.

I cut through by the Sherwood Medical Centre and up to Woodthorpe Grange Park, right and down passing the Copse to the flats.

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A lack of Nottinghamians on the hobble home.

Got in and had a wee-wee. (This practice seemed to continue in repeat-mini spurts for hours?).

Got the nosh prepared and served up. The Auntie Betty’s oven chips were grand. The apples not very tasty for a Cox’s Pippin. The Italian garden peas not bad at all. The Weiners were tasty! The tomatoes varied, from bitterly uneatable to super-duper tasty. The orange pepper was way too strong for me, so didn’t get eaten, apart from the first slice I tried, and that was spat-out. Rated this meal an overall 6.9/10.

The innards were threateningly beginning to rumble and grumble.

I put the TV on to watch the local news. It was mostly depressing. I remembered why I don’t usually watch it now. Tsk!

Soon nodded off, despite the innards and Anne Gyna playing up.

I’ll be back folks, but the EQ warns me of many altercations and accidents to come. It’s rarely wrong you know. Hehehe!

TTFN.

Tuesday 22nd May 2018

Irish: Dé Máirt 22 Bealtaine 2018

0300hrs: Woke and lay uhtcearing for a while; mostly about the coming visit today of someone to touch-up or finish off the holes and gaps left in the plastering around the balcony door and kitchen window. Why I suppose, is the mess left on the three previous visits in which the carpets were left in a right state, furniture splashed with plaster, etc..

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I even felt a tad annoyed, with the Doctors appointment being made for so late in the day for tomorrow. Bearing in mind, they know about my habit of fading fast at lunchtime each day. I don’t like feeling curmudgeonly like this, but, my confidence is low.

There were no signs anywhere of sleep-walking or nocturnal nibbling around. I took the decision (Most unlike me… Hehe!), to get the laundry done straight away.

Everything was already sorted and in the bag. I got dressed in a fashion, camera and key fob in my pockets and trotted down to the laundry room.

As I got out of the elevator, I thought I’d take a shot of the electronic noticeboard on the wall. I got the shakes as I did so, and snapped two photos, one after the other. Tsk!

0315hrs and partly cloudy outside, 10°c. The big picture on display kindly changed in the part-second between my taking the pictures. Amazing!

I got in the room, and the washer started, then back up in the lift to the 12th floor.

Set the timer to remind me of the washing downstairs.

A wee-wee was taken. Then the Health Checks were done.

The Blood-pressure machine worked second try.

This morning’s readings were very similar to yesterday’s first ones.

Another wee-wee, then a small mug of the Yorkshire breakfast tea brewed up.

Down again and moved the laundry from the washer to the dryer. The room was a lot cleaner than last time. Apart from someone had left the filter in the spinner filled with fluff.

Back up to the flat.

Then I conscientiously made a start and got to finish off the updating of the Monday blog, just as the alarm went off to remind about collecting the washing.

Then, as I was getting up to go down to collect the dried washing, an internal alarm warned me to divert instead, and visit the Porcelain Throne.

 Oh, ‘ecky-thump. What a messy evacuation and long drawn out cleaning up session had to be done! Humph!

I did notice that Little inchies Lesion had seemingly just started to bleed a bit.

But I decided not to do any medicationalisationing yet, as I did not want to keep anyone waiting in case they needed to use the dryer machine.

So I got cleaned up and went down to retrieve the clothes.

I noticed two notices, notably on the noticeboard, (Hehehe!) from Jenny.

One about the Tenant’s & Residents Annual General Meeting, and the Sprinkler System demonstration.

The other about the favourite Breakfast Out that Jenny organisers for us residents.

Got the washing out and folded, then into the bag.

Cleaned the filter, drum, and casing.

All seemed to be going smoothly this morning, but my EQ kept niggling at me with thoughts of bothers, inconveniences, aggravations, disputes, threap, annoyances, or perhaps, any combination of these were in the offing!

I popped out of the foyer door, I was going to take a photograph of the complex’s buildings, but it was far colder than it looked out there. So I pictured the scaffolding instead. Oh, I am getting nesh nowadays! What I also noticed it is now getting lighter sooner in the mornings. Which happens every year at this time, but for some reason, I seem to be surprised by it? Klutz!

Collected the bag of laundry and back to the apartment.

Noisy Herbert above was at it early today (0710hrs). Tapping and banging occasionally. This was the trend for several hours. Not that I’m complaining, just mentioned it. I will not divert from or forget the commands from the Nottingham City Homes Management; and will ‘Have to put up with it, because he is doing no wrong, just following his hobby!’ I don’t want to get removed from the place.

Ah, 0825hrs, now the Willmott-Dixon lads have started on the outside wall with their drilling and a-banging. Bless em.

As I was changing back from shoes to slippers again, I took this picture and observed there were droplets of blood between my feet.

Yes, Inchies Little Fungal Lesion was pouring haemoglobin. To make things worse, it meant the trousers and socks had to be abandoned, PPs changed, destickyfying and medicating of the fungal lesion and a shower was needed, so I did the whole ablutions at the same time.

T’was a long, painful, messy session. Still, it couldn’t be helped.

Had a good shave, shower and did my teggies. Citrus body sprayed me, applied the Germoloid Cream. Aftershaved the razor cuts. Applied the Daktacort cream to the lesion, and rubbed some Phorpain Gel on Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis’s knees and wrist. Did the second Health Checks earlier than I would usually. Then set off to the Temporary Obersturmbannführeress Wardens Archididascalian HQ, Willmot-Dixon workers breakfast and break-rest Room, Social Hut, Target for Thieves, Training Room, Confessional box and Telling Inchcock-Off shed. Haha!

I met fellow residents Pete and Norah on the way there. Shared some nibbles and we chatted as we hobbled along Chestnut Walk.

I took this photographicalisation of the complex on the way to the shed. Deliberately trying to get all three units in the frame.

No signs of any of the Willmott-Brown lads on the hoists, now. The may be on a break?

I made my way into the White Temporary Obersturmbannführeress Wardens Archididascalian HQ, Willmot-Dixon workers breakfast and break-rest Room, Social Hut, Target for Thieves, Training Room, Confessional box and Telling Inchcock-Off Porta-Kabin.

I could feel the flowing of something warm and wet within the PPs. Tsk!

Had a talk with OBergruppenfurheress Warden Julie and Deana.

Then waited to have a natter with Cathy, who was busy on her mobile.

She listened and sorted out my problem caused by my losing the Willmott-Dixon note about the visit today to make good the work around the sliding doors in the front room.

She took no time in getting me confirmation that they will be coming on Tuesday 5th June, now. Bless her cotton socks.

I thanked the gal and made my confused way back to the flats.

I wrote the date for the joiners visit in the diary. Then, I found the leaflet about the repairs that I had been searching and grubbling for so long, earlier in the day! What a Shmendrik! It was on Tuesday 5th June, and I had Whoopsiedangleplopped and put it in the diary for today! Humph!

Back into the wet-room to clean and medicate the fungal lesion, yet again!

Updating this blog, and things went suddenly bad for me. Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald forced me to close down and sit down.

I got the nosh sorted early, while I still felt up to it.

Out-of-the-blue, I was feeling so drained and tired.

The bean and veg meal was not appreciated, due to Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald both having a go at me, with a few Dizzy Dennises thrown in for good measure.

I flavoured the lemon dessert with sweet orange and bitter lemon flavourings. Nice!

Did the Health Checks, had a wee-wee and got the pots washed.

I noticed a total lack of dogs walking their owners outside. (Well, I don’t suppose they would be doing it inside? Hehe!)
The trees and bushes were getting blown about something awful.

Again, despite feeling drained and not too well, the sleep would not come. I stayed awake through endless claptrap on the TV. With no indications of any nod-offs!

I did drop-off eventually very late. Then woke, and lay analysing a dream I’d had. I found notes on this in the morning when I updated this blog. But yet again, the scribble was arcane and indecipherable. Any memories of the dream were non-existent. I think Sister Jane was in it, but don’t know why I believe this.