Friday 11th May 2018
Filipino: Biyernes Mayo 11, 2018
0338hrs: Woke, after having an odd night of weird dreams. With the EQ bearing a definite suspicion or anticipation of something adiaphorous being in the air and imminent! I hope it does arrive, it will be early as opposed to late-on, or I’ll be fretting about it until it does occur.
I noticed some notes on the scribble pad, I’d recorded bits about the first of last nights dreams. As I positioned my ever-getting more gargantuan body to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner, signs of much nocturnal nibbling became apparent. Chocolate and yoghourt covered peanuts, some melted and stuck to my stomach, leg and the cushion were cleared up, crumbs of an unknown origin on the recliner, and bits of nuts stuck in between the few teeth I have left. Oh, dear! Naughty me!
Off for a wee-wee, washed-up and made a brew, then got on with updating the Thursday post.
After getting this finished and sent-off, I got the summons to the Porcelain Throne, a little later than usual. All good though!
Did the Health Checks.
The ailments seemed to be a kind to me. Even Duodenal Donald was in a good mood this morning.
Hippy Hilda too, Reflux Roger, Hernia Harry, and Craig Cramps. By gum, all this was nice. But somehow it also concerned me.
I did the Morrison order for next week.
0700hrs: I started to update this blog.
I went to make a replacement mug of tea for the one that I’d let go cold.
As I took this picture, it dawned on me that the shadows from the new build block are going to have an adiaphorous effect on flora and fauna across the road; by preventing the sunshine getting to them. Poor things!
Closed down the computer at this stage, and got 
the ablutions tended to. All done, and out to the Oberfeldwebeless Wardens Deana and Julies, Hauptgeschäftsstelle hut.
The wind was a lot sharper this morning. Had a walk around the back of Woodthorpe Court to take this photograph
This show you how busy and such a lot more work they have to do yet.
Got to the HQ shed, and had a good natter with those in there also waiting for the bus to arrive. Cyndy, Roy, and Welsh Bill amongst them. When the coaches came, I mounted up and sat in front of Cyndy, bless her cotton socks, she helped a chap from Winchester Court to get on the bus. ♥
Dropped off on Queen Street and hobbled straight down to the slab square and caught a tram to the Asda store in Radford. As I arrived on the platform, the transport got there seconds later!
I’d gone to Radford Road Asda (Walmart) to search specifically for some Nordic Style Boczek Polish cooked bacon with herbs, (Which is so flavoursome one can become addicted) Their own label BBQ Sauce (Which tastes marvellous!), and their seasoned sliced potatoes.
I got a new ailment come on around this time. I don’t know if it is connected with Reflux Roger, but when I breathe in sharply or deeply, I’m getting one heck of a sharp pain on the left side under the arm and chest? Of course, Roger Reflux was playing up at the same time, so there are plenty of sharp intakes of breath! This, I do not like, and it has stayed with me all day.
I had a lot of luck shopping today in Walmart, though, I got all three of the things I went there for; And a small fresh turnip, sliced onions, baby yellow peppers and some suitable nibbles on special offer. £13.23 spent at the self-serve checkout, where the assistant only had to help me out once. Smug Mode Adopted, Hehe!
I walked to the tram stop opposite the closed-down Church, and the tram arrived within seconds. Doing well here!
Talk about ‘à l’opposé du spectre,’ compared to the almost empty transport from town, this one was cram-packed! It got even worse when the tram got to the university stop. I thought this amount of people might cause the tram to break-down! I gauged there must have been around 400 passengers on it at one time. It was such an event, I wanted to photograph the mob of Nottinghamian’s with their mobile phones, but there was not room enough for me get the camera out of my pocket!
By the time I’d got my camera out, the alighting passengers had scattered.
The tram is pulling out in this photo.
I’d made a mess of the timing, and had got 55 minutes before the next L9 bus was due to lift me home.
Another , really here. Because it meant I decided to call in the Poundland shop. Then, I stupidly spent even more, in buying a case for the new Lumix! Tsk!
What appeared to be a visiting family group in the Slab Square, they sounded Polish to me, were enjoying themselves taking photographs of each other. They were keeping alert and looking closely at everyone that went near them; So I assume they had been warned about the Nottinghamian’s little habits, like pickpocketing, mugging, etc. and wanted to make sure no one stole their camera, perhaps? As I got near, I gave them a smile and a thumbs-up. They returned a big smile and their own thumbs up. A man who was with them said: “Thanks gadgie, they divvin’ speak any English.” This gentleman spoke with a Geordie accent. (I think?)
I continued with my superfluouscity of spending pointlessly and relinquished any odd bits of common sense still lingering within my mind, and went to the Poundland Shop for anothe
r bout of spending on supererogatory foods. I ended up buying six packets of stuff for the nibble-box, and two packs of biscuits for myself (Rich shortcake and a Lemon cream cheesecake ). Also two fresh-air sprays. £7 spent.
But, I did manage to operate the self-serve till without any help needed. Double-Smug Mode Adopted Hehe!
Still, some time to kill, s
o I limped over the square and along Long Row and left up Clumber Street, and foolishly called in the Jessops Camera store.
Came out £19 worse off and so annoyed with me! £19, for flipping canvas camera case, Cor Blimey. Worra Schlemiel!
I paid while resisting bursting into tears and 
hitting myself.
I meandered to Queen Street, avoiding the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist.
On Parliament Street, I spotted two Nottingham City Police cars, with the officers chatting to a bloke on the pavement and laughing. I was suspicious as both officers gave me a look of contempt. Why?
Caught the bus, not many on it this trip, and no one that I knew. I feel sure I would have fallen asleep, but for the Jame Hunt inspired bus driver clogging it a bit.
I did try to do a crossword, but the book pages fell apart. Humph!
I fought against nodding off all the way after that but was successful. When I got off the bus, I popped into the Hauptgeschäftsstelless Wardens/Social cabin, to see if the wonderfully priced £3 two-course meal was going ahead or not. As it was dead on time, for the start time. I opened the door, and two volunteers who were providing the meal were talking to the tenants who were sat with the cutlery all laid out on the tables.
The looks I got from them all was not encouraging or welcoming – So I walked through and out the door at the other end. £3 lost here. No problem though, it goes to the Scouts, I have no problem with this. But if someone had told me it was going ahead, I would not have gone out to spend even more money, would I? Anyway, I wasn’t too bothered, as I planned to have seasoned potatoes and salad later, with Pork Knuckle. Yum!
As I plodded back to the apartments, I could see the Willmott Dixon lads working in one of the hoists. It looked to me like they had finished, or were finishing off the insulating on that particular wall.
I turned back to take a snap of the workmen doing Winchester Court updating.
Looks like they were doing the balcony doors.
The pains in the chest underarm were a bit persistent still.
As I got in the foyer doors, Doris, my neighbour, joined me in the lift. Nice lady! We had a good 
nattering session, and she noticed me suffering from the breathing heavy. Told me to knock on her door anytime if I need help. I thanked her and went in the flat.
Did the Health Checks and took an extra painkiller, had a wee-wee and the chest still giving out unexpected kicks, it is now doing it when I am breathing normally?
I wish I knew what was causing this.
Took a shot of the camera bag I hung on the window handles. As you can see, there is still no precipitation, despite it being forecast for this evening.
Got the kettle on and took a look outside. The poor whoever it is, in the white care was up and down, up and down searching for a parking space.
I put the fodder away and got the oven on to do the seasoned sliced potatoes later.
I started to update this page. By golly, it took me hours to get as far as this. The lack of concentration was helping me to make more syntactic and morphological mistakes than I have ever done before in one sitting.
Did the Health Checks, the sphygmomanometer needing four attempts to get it to operate for me.
Then I got the seasoned sliced potatoes; that had been in the tray getting dried out now, for hours, into the oven at last.
Got the nosh prepared.
The nosh was a little large, and I left a lot of I but enjoyed the bits I ate. The pork knuckle, Aldi hard cheddar, and yellow tomato sandwich were all tasty.
I think the new stabbing pains may be linked to the back pains of late. I started to get both back and arm/chest pains now. Maybe its a development of some sort from Anne Gyna? This always happens at the weekend when no Doctor to ring.
I did the washing up and had a wee-wee.
Settled in the recliner and put the TV on. But sleep took an aeon to arrive, and tornmenting dreams arrived to really get my goat; cause I could not remember any details about them. Only a perception that were of a very frustrating nature or theme.
Got the Health Checks done.
Outside was wet from the obviously heavy rain during the night. But only the odd spot or two was falling now.
Hello, Morrisons, he’s here.
I’m making a stew or soup of some sort today for my nosh.
I managed with little or no effort, to knock the just cleaned Balsamic vinegar bottle off of the counter. It bounced on the floor, coming back down from the rebound on one if the black bags waiting to go out, spun off as it landed, rolled into the cupboard bottom and stopped near the refuse sack – and – It did not break! Hows that then? A bit of luck! Now I’m worried about what will happen when fate gets its revenge on me for this little bit of good fortune! Hahaha! No need to quaeritate about this happening later, it always does to me!
There was a brisk breeze in the air as I set off walking down Chestnut Way to the temporary Hauptsturmführeressess HQ and Social shed. 
The plant machinery was milling around. 
The hour was soon all over. As I left, I took these p[hotographs of the flats.
Then took a zoomed-in shot of the chaps doing the dirty great large sign-support preparations on the side of the Woodthorpe Court block.
Five minutes later another young chap arrived to see to the kitchen vent.
Feelin
I did notice a cupboard door left open, I’ve never found this before? But the taps were all off, cooker off, and no signs of anything else untoward. This is good.
I responded without hesitation, of course.
The sun had come brightly out, as I went to make another brew of tea.
Checked the emails and found Sister Jane had sent me this photograph. I reckon she knows I have a liking for mallard ducks. Hehe!
I started to feel better after I’d gone to make another brew, and I noticed how the tree copse was thickening out a bit at last.
Someone had to stop the elevator and get on didn’t they, then the chap got off on the fifth floor, I thought I might make it yet, and departed hobbling up Chestnut Walk as fast as my little short fat legs would permit me.
I did take a photo of one side of Woodthorpe Court block and noticed they were putting up a support frame and wondered why.
I ambled down to the pelican lights, and over to the greengrocers to have a nosey-about at their vegetables on offer. A bit disappointed in their having no turnips, but got some other stuff. One shallot, one red onion, one satsuma, two New Zealand grew Cox’s Pippins, some very expensive Italian pod peas, but only a good handful of them, and three Wonky tomatoes, one yellow & orange, one yellow and one orange. See photo further on.
Paid the lady the frightening £4.15 for the few bits. I sauntered, albeit limpingly, the feet and Hippy Hilda were both giving me some stick now, along Woodthorpe Drive and walked down it, and into Woodthorpe Park to cut through back to the flats.
Got indoors and had a wee-wee.
Did the Health Checks
A few spots of rain started to fall as I settled in the £300 second-hand recliner.
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The readings seemed back to regular at last.
Back to the computer. The comments were done, then the WordPress Reader perused.
get in, I might be lucky enough to spot him.
We had a laugh and nattering session: then I caught the L9 bus to town.
were many smiles on display today.
paddling pool. (I assumed).
into the old grey cell box.
House for a Saturday evening is £1500 (which can include a 4 pm Marriage or Civil Partnership Ceremony in the Grand Ballroom or Dining Room)” Grand Ballroom? Dining Room? I didn’t know they were inside there?
I ambled along and around for a while, then made my way to the Poundland store on Lister Gate.
Off back to the Slab Square, and took this picture of the Council House. A few folks in the fountains enjoying themselves.
I made my way across the square and up to the top of Queen Street.
Got the oven heating up to cook the chips in. Then put away the other fodder and did the Health Checks. Got the chips in the kiln and prepared the plate with the rest of the food: Gerkhins, beetroot, pork pie, sugar-snap peas and tomatoes. Put some Caramelised balsamic vinegarette on the pork, vinegar on the chips and onion salt on the tomatoes.
And what blooming shock! The sphygmomanometer worked the first try, but look at the results on the left below!
I made a brew and perused the wonderful view out towards Nottingham. But, I was niggled with seeing the large window ledges outside, that block the view when tenants try to look downwards to the ground. Especially the bald-headed, hearing aids wearing ones with a mechanical ticker, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Duodenal Donald, Harold Haemorrhoids and Hernia Harry. Who want to take photographs, or look to see if any emergency vehicles have arrived, because they cannot hear the fire alarm, but can no longer do so.
Got the nosh served up.
The right ankle started to sting a bit, without any reason?
CCTV monitor. Which was working, a rarity recently.
Set the washer going and back up to the apartment.
Blimus! The readings had changed this morning! But, thinking about it, I had been up and down a bit with doing the laundry. So this may have affected them.
Up again to the flat, set the timer to remind me about the laundry drying being done and got on with sorting the photographs for the diaries.
I pooped… Hahaha! I left this typo-error in, what a comical one!: I popped outside to see how the weather was and found it war with no wind, rain or mist. We are are going to have a spell of hot weather methinks, for the holiday weekend. I checked on the web later. It said the hottest Bank Holiday Monday for donkey’s years is on its way.
A message came through, asking for help. No idea what with, but I knew the names and rang the number given. Luckily it was okay and not a con. The person is coming to see me on Tuesday, with hopes from him and me, that I can give some aid with his problem.
This delay meant the moment I rang off off the phone, I could smell the burning potatoes.
As I positioned myself for escaping from the £300 second-hand recliner, I prayed that the adiaphorous Dizzy Dennis would not return again, this morning. Getting to my feet, I was temporarily gladdened to find no indications of dizziness as I carefully (Obviously not careful enough) walked into the kitchen to do the Health Checks. Unfortunately, I stubbed a toe on the shelving units on the way there. Huh!
The resultant readings seemed well within range again today.
Went to make another small mug of tea, and off went the grey-cell holding box, fretting, fearing, worrying, anticipating and predicting.
Off for another wee-wee. Huh!
I found myself treading with care to avoid standing on the most glorious to me, new Spring flowers in the sunshine.
It really was a most pleasant limp-along. I could just hear some shouting, and it took me a while to locate where it was coming from.
anyway. I don’t know why I bothered saying 
I notice some delicate white flowered little plants and fell in love with them straight away. They were Commelinaceae, of course. The proper name of Tradescantia Fluminensis, from South America, everyone knows this. Even I did as soon as I read the card stuck in the soil. Hehehe! No idea why I took a shine to these in particular?
other visitors with me in there.
Then I saw these red-flowered plants that were growing alongside the edge of the pond. Unfortunately, there was no interpretive sign near them to identify them with. Rare but beautiful!
in the month.
As I hobbled through the unkempt park of the layout, which incidentally is my favourite bit of the park, I could hear the barking voice again.
smell of the Bdellium in my nostrils again.
Manor House, now Nottingham City Council’s offices.
Had a go on the WordPress Reader section.
Made a brew and took the medications
The woolly hat situation was bothering me again. So I had a sauntering session around the other rooms, just in case I might have had a noctambulation and not remembered and left the hat somewhere; although waking in the very similar position to that which I was in at my hypnagogic state, would indicate this is not the case, surely?
I had to nip sharpishly back to the Porcelain Throne room. Only Just in time too, blimey talk about a close call! Phew! 
I gave up trying to work on the diaries and went to check on the CorelDraw to see if it might be the computer that was slowing everything down for some reason. CorelDraw was working normally. I turned off the Liberty-Virgin box and did a few minutes prep-work on some graphics.
I intended to try the find the route to the local surgery. Just in case they will accept me as a patient, to see if it is easily accessible.
Sherrington Park Medical Practice.
stolen the Fire Extinguishers last week from the front lobby and lift area, that still No residents were walking been replaced?
earlier?
same way. Humph!)
I pressed on, thinking that if I took a right at the bottom of the road, I would be well positioned to come out somewhere near the doctor’s establishment.
the road.
Salvation presented itself to me, as a man, woman and dog appeared across the road.
They kindly stopped well ahead of me at the end of the road, and I could see the lady saying something to me, but not hear what it was. Then the lady pointed, and I knew she meant it (The doctors), was here. I put up my thumb in thanks.
I thought I’d nibble a couple of the sugar-snap peas I’d taken with me. As I stood up from grubbling in the bag for the peas and looked up, I was surrounded by people; patients and nurses! The gentleman with his face blanked-out asked me not to show his face. So I respected his request.
I walked down the hill and up it to the Continental Store in Sherwood.
around for a while.
Half-way up, before the really steep part of the road is to be tackled, I stopped a couple of minutes, to rest the plates-of-meat.
Getting close to the last really steep part of Winchester Street and the petrichor from the overgrown bushes that had forced their way through the fencing to arrive at the sun was lovely to smell.
I stopped at the top when I reached Chestnut Walk and took a photo of the welcoming sight that greeted me.
As I walked, well, limped, well, hobbled back to the flat, I noticed how well the Willmott Dixon lads had done with the under-cladding fitting to Woodthorpe Court. I reckon they had done another three floors, judging by the colouring of the outer walls.
Making a mug of tea and I took this picture out of the kitchen window, and it inaugurated me speculating when I looked at it while resizing it.
I got the spuds in the oven and returned to the computer, to close it down.
The readings all looked good to me.
0300hrs: Time to return down to move the washing into the dryer.
Got the gear out and folded ready to go into the bag, cleaned the filter and washed the inner drum.
Got the washing stored away. Then onto the computer to make a start on this post. While sorting the photographs out to use, I found the picture of last nights nosh!?!?! A delightful effort that I really did enjoy and gave a 9.3/10 rating to. The crock-pot cooked pork shoulder slices with red onions tasted just grand!
I stopped to make a small mug of tea, after taking a wee-wee.
One of the ready meals had split open in transit. Luckily it was in a bag with the other meal and nothing else. Huh!
to the slow-cooker. Adding some BBQ cooking sauce to the water. Put it on the low setting and turned it on.
The weather was free of precipitation and not cold at all, as I meandered along Chestnut Walk. (Cursing the yesterday’s rain and my getting soaked through, the shoes filled up with water, and now the feet are giving me some gip!)
I could see the Willmott Dixon lads working away up on the hoist outside Woodthorpe Court flats as I made my way back home.
Checked the crock-pot, a quick stir, it had to be quick so as not to allow too much heats to escape and ruin it and increased the setting to Auto. Made a really strong bigger mug of tea, using the Graham’s Gold Smooth Milk I’d ordered for a change. Really good drink! I used the new to me Lumix (But old fashioned) camera to take the photo.
Got the meal prepared.
Made a small mug of tea and utilised the sphygmomanometer.
The Spotty Maldooners were still on my chubby, dimpled face cheeks. But again like yesterday, they did not seem so raw or bright.
old fool!” look from the nurse.
I made up next weeks dosage pot trays. Stored them away in the drawer, then realised I’d missed off the Naproxen! What a Nebech!
getting back up with great difficulty, after bending to retrieve the contents of the bin from the floor.
Made a beautiful medium mug of Breakfast tea.
Readied myself, and off I poddled to see if Cathy was in the Obergruppefhuresesses hut yet, to ask about the plastering process.
Then, I waded through the puddles and down to the Temporary Brigadeführeresses Wardens Nerve-Centre and Social Shed.
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As I was cutting though Mansfield Street then up Marshall Street onto Mansfield Road, a slight detour was needed before crossing the road.
bought!
Brolly up and out into the surgery car park, to be greeted once again by the persistent rain.
Out and to the bus stop, to catch in back into Sherwood.
Bad timing, though, I just missed the connection with the L9 bus. But, the rain was definitely getting less and less, turning back into the regular of late, on-off showers.
right onto the footpath that leads down the gravel footpath straight opposite the flat’s foyer doors.
I carefully made my way down the path onto Chestnut Walk.
I put the food away and got the crock-pot on to cook the pork shoulder slices on a low setting. Got oven warming for the potato to be baked later.
airer in the hall.
I nearly got caught by the workmen on the outside hoist, showing me wearing me PP’s when I went into the spare room to get my jammy bottoms. Despite all the hassle of these upgrading works, it does give us a laugh now and then!
Feeling a bit like I was about to come down with a cold, I took extra paracetamol with the evening medications.
I went to check on the food again and observed that the rain had stopped altogether now.
1700hrs: Feeling a bit rough and weary now.
Where I made the third small mug of tea this morning, both the first two went cold! Tsk!
I heard one heck of a noise, that seemed to have come from the hallway area. It sounded like an elongated crunching noise, similar to stones being crushed
Sorted the three bags of recyclables and waste rubbish bags and took them to the waste chute.
The place filled up with residents after a few minutes. Much laughter and gossiping ensued between them all.
I caught the bus into the City Centre.
I got this picture while the bus shot passed the Victoria Centre.
I got off the bus on Queen Street and walked down and through the Slab Square.
and I was getting dirty looks from some as I took this picture.
Paid-up on the self-serve tills.
As I did so, a bloke on his mobile walked into the back of me! He apologised and helped y pick up the bag he’s knocked over and put the items back into the carrier with me.
I made my way up the Flying Horse Walk shopping alleyway.
A little further along, I called in ‘The Cheese Shop’, because I espied some appetising looking Melton Pork Pies inside.
I walked up South Parade and got to the end of Clumber Street. I stood under a tree and prevaricated deeply!
merit, and took my money and wished me a good day.
effort.
Halfway up the street, I took this effort of the Council House dome and Little John’s clock. Not too bad, considering I used the tiny Nikon camera I suppose.
I had some to wait for the bus to arrive.
Putting the purchases and the chaps putting on the insulation to the outside wall kept appearing and disappearing.
Meal prepared.
I got the TV on, in the hopes of falling asleep.