Tuesday 27th March 2018
România: Joi, 27 Martie 2018
0259hrs: I woke to remember a dream I think I was having at the time. I was on a bus, got up to get off, and started getting up again to get off… Every time I got to the door, I found a different driver sat there. Not the foggiest idea about anything else in the dream, just this never-ending until I woke up; getting up going to the door, seeing a different driver and I’d find myself back in the seat getting up again? I seemed to feel happy about this in the dream.
I lay for a long time, pondering, fretting, the mind in vacillation-mode. When I regained a degree of control over my thoughts and tempered them, I dismounted from the £300 second-hand recliner.
Crikey did I find a right mess on top of the Medication Ottoman or what?
It looked to me like I had painted the imitation leather lid with something sticky during the night. I remember putting some BBQ sauce on the meal and not having or using any of it. Perhaps when I put the tray down it slipped off, and the thin sauce ran over the edge… What am I waffling on about? I have no idea where the gunk came from.
I fetched a bowl of hot water and cloth, then proceeded to try and clean it off. Not with a great deal of success, either.
Then while on my knees unsuccessfully wiping up the mucus-like goo, I found two teaspoons on the floor between the Ottomans. A closer inspection revealed a pencil and nail-cutters, which I cut the back of my hand on when retrieving them. I spent a while attempting to get the lid looking presentable again. All of this pales into insignificance, compared to my laughable (Even to me!) farcical almost slapstick efforts to get myself back up off of my knees and onto my feet. The pain from Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna amalgamated to form a formidable fighting force with frustratingly fiendish plans formulated for me. Jointly they ensured I’ve had just about as much trauma as it is possible to, in just standing back upright again. And a visit from Dizzy Dennis rounded-off the activities.
Then, feeling rather pleased with myself, I returned the bowl of dirtied water and the spoons to the kitchen – that was when I trod on the nail-clippers!
Cleaned things up, and got on with the Health Checks.
I made a delightfully strong-flavoured mug of Olde English Breakfast Tea and imbibed the medications.
But, the tea had to wait, and an instant gurgling came from the innards. Thus, I made my way as quickly as could to the wet room, to utilise the Porcelain Throne.
The massive evacuation; that brought to mind the Graf Zeppelin dirigible came with just a few spots of blood. But the airship-like content was multi-coloured! Multiple shades of the usual colours, with streaks of white and red in it. Naturally, I shan’t show it here, but I took a photograph of it, to show the doctor on Wednesday. Shook me a bit seeing this.
Little Inchies lesion was in a right mess: I just cleansed it, I’ll do the medicating later when I do my ablutions. I had enough pains from other areas to cope with at the moment. (I’m repeating myself now. Tsk!
I washed up and changed the PPs and applied some Germoloid cream to the rear-end. I must get some more soon; the tube is getting low on content now. I took an extra pain-killer. Worra start t’ day!
I felt as if I’d been up for hours and hours, and so tired for some reason.
Got the computer on, and started to update yesterday’s diary. Got it done and posted off.
Then made a start on this one.
Made up this with some photographs from the balcony and spare room windows. When I opened the window in the old bedroom, now a junk room, the locking mechanism sprang off. So I could get out easier to take the one of the builder’s compound.
I checked the weather forecast on Google to see if it might be okay for me to get out and buy some more Germoloid cream without getting too wet. Precipitation: 59%, and rain forecasted for every day this week! Humph! I’ll stay in I think. I know I have to go out tomorrow for the blood test, so I’ll get wet going there, and might as well stay damp and carry on into town afterwards to get the Germoloid tube then?
I tried to get on the TFZer site to post some photographs. Slow but it’s letting me post some onto the albums. I even did a bit of posting and commenting on the TFZ site. Hurrah! But, it froze again later.
BBJ upstairs is banging about again!
Hamana-hamana-hamana! Drilling coming from upstairs and outside now! The builders I expect.
I actually got some TFZer Facebooking done before it started to jump and freeze. I think I managed to close or block Messenger as well, I hope I did, this computer does not like it, and often problems arise with using it, although I don’t since I stopped using it, of course.
Did the Health Checks and made a cuppa. Then got some bikkies and watch a YouTube documentary. For ages long.
When the workers had packed up, Big Bad John’s noises could be heard. I wonder if he is making a submarine, H-Bomb or metal Teddy Bear?
Got the TV paper and saw that the England v Italy match was on the TV. But I didn’t expect to stay awake long enough to see it all, I did the last Health Checks and got the ablutionisationalistical duties tended to. If this job is done now, so in the morning, I could get away without a shower and have a quick stand-up wash. I presumed, (rightly as it turned out for once) that I would not be getting up at my usual 0000hrs to 0300hrs if I am going to try and stay up to watch the match. I even thought I could watch the Scotland game which was on later on tonight.
I got the meal prepared and eaten earlier than usual.
I got the ready to cook potato slices and dropped some grated Leicester cheese on the tip of each one. Into the oven with them.
Sat in the £300 second-hand recliner while they cooked, and I fell asleep. Marvellous, the one time I want to stay awake, too!
Then, I woke up wondering where I was and what I was doing and saw the red light on the telephone flashing. Tsk! Some food delivery service again!
Settled again, just drifting off, and it rang again. Brother-in-law Pete. Coming with Jane to see me on Sunday now, not Friday.
I was in a sleepy, confused state, the above cannot be vouched for. Pete’s call might have on another day, like Monday. Oh dear!
Managed an hour or so of kip and woke in time for the match. How I stayed awake to watch this lamentable match, I don’t know.
I thought it was a terrible performance all round from England. But with it being a friendly and the new players in the team tempered my frustration. Perhaps if they will listen to my offer to become the England manager now? Things might have been better. To start with about nine of the players would not have been in the team. As someone commented wittily of the BBC site, ‘They should have gone to SpecSavers.
Horrible nights sleep, when I eventually got off, I slept for around seven hours. A record for me. So, at least I can thank Gareth Southgate, the VAR and Italy for being nearly as bad as England were on the night, for my marathon Kip!
TTFN each.
I opened the window as far as I was permitted with the locks 
still being on, to take a photo of down below to my left. Had to get the camera-strap on the right wrist and thread both hands, one in each break, through the narrow gaps and stick my hands out as far as they would go, then look through the glass at the screen on the back of the Panasonic Lumix. I clouted the left wrist and the right knuckles threading the limbs back in between the plastic covered security-wires!
And, also, as-well-as and besides; Can you see the dirty-great window shelves sticking out? The one on my windows is filthy with red dust, bird poo and large deep, dirt filled scratches on it already! But, the worst thing is it blocks the views. Very disappointing, another annoyance, aggravation, bedevilment, bug, vexation, exasperation, frustration, irritation and nuisance. Kindly implemented from the well-intentioned caring Nottingham City Homes and the well paid Willmott-Brown conglomerates, tour de force.
Out onto Chestnut Walk on my way to the OBergrippenfhureress Wardens Temporary HQ and Social Shed; I stopped to take this picture of Woodthorpe Court.
When the young lady told me how much it was to pay, I realised I had gone over-the-top on spending today.
Before I even go outside, I had to stop and put the bags down, for a breather.
items, Ahem!)
The automatic Asda petrol station that was over the road didn’t have a single customer all the ten minutes, or so, I waited for the arrival of the L9 bus. And, there was only one bloke apart from me, at the shelter?
I limped along to the apartments, having to stop a couple of times to put the bags down en route. A poor old thing, me. Hehehe!
Did the last Health Checks, tool the medications, had a wee-wee and had a dizzy-spell while I was sat down. Cleare up quickly, though.
This meal was followed with the digesting of the Fresh Cream French Horns. For once, I have to say I did not enjoy them much? But, I still gobbled them all up.
Went to get the slippers on in the hallway, and blow-me-down, more gumph had been delivered.
At the bottom of the letter, it said: We also have information on our website. This site includes some short ‘myth-busting’ films about the sprinkler systems that we’ll be installing. I thought this is nice and thoughtful of them. 
I shan’t be doing this very often in future, though. The 
main reasons being the bruised knuckle, the strained back and my head 
Brother-in-law Pete sent me a photograph he’s taken in Nottingham City Slab Square the other night. Pete thought it was rather good.
Frikadellens, potatoes, mushrooms and battered onion rings onto the plate with a lemon mouse.
The pulse seems to be dropping over the last few days. I’m not sure if that is a good or bad thing?
I had another brew to replace the one that went cold and looked out at the row of street lights depicting the location of Winchester Street hill.
Got the computer on and began finalising yesterday’s post. I was doing well, and working between two sites, when the Internet went down, only for a short time, but enough for me to lose some graphics work I was making. Humph!
1000hrs: Dressed and I set off to call at the Social Shed on the way to catch at the first bus up to Mapperley.
she had given the Moussaka meals to a lady resident who is not very well, and she appreciated the muchly as she could not get out to shop. Jenny doing this made my day, it is lovely to be able to help others, especially those in need. Thanks, Jenny!
I ambled around and got £17.60 worth of fodder. No sign of the couple from the flats, I had a look from the checkouts, but couldn’t see them. We were going to catch the bus back together.
I saw the Belle Vue Lodge Home as I turned the corner.
As I carefully made my way down Winchester Street hill and the apartment building in which I dwell came into view, I took this picture of the flats. Not a soul in sight.
Got the purchases out and put away. Well, not the cottage pie. I got the oven warming up while I added a ton or two of grated cheese and sliced tomatoes on top of the meal in readiness for when the oven heated up sufficiently.
Got the nosh prepared on the blue tin plate.
Then and start another quick wash and when that one is completed, add that to the others in the dryer. I can get caught up that way. With all the recent Nottingham City Homes jobs done and the extra medical appointments, I have enough dirty clobber to fill the machine twice. Messy, but must be done. 
Down and getting out of the lift by 0208hrs!
Got the machine going and nipped outside to take a photo of Chestnut Way.
And boy did that washing machine shake, rattle and nearly roll off of its plinth.
Back up again to the apartment.
living in the flats, or see if Jenny would like to have them.
Up once again in the lift to the flat.
up the crystals and soap capsules tub ready for the next laundry session. I took it into the spare room and spotted this pigeon on the hoist supports, with its head down, bless. How his eyes opened so quickly when I took the picture, to enable me to catch them open surprised me. The camera did flash, though.
I made another brew, had a wee-wee, washed the pots from last night and started the computer and did some prep work.
There were two new information signs up on the notice board in the lift foyer area. They sort of shouted out the messages. I got a headache reading them! Hahaha!
I got the things folded, then into my laundry bag.
0419hrs, and 6°c – 42.8°f indicated on the electronic information board. I thought I’d done well to get it all finished by now.
Took the medications with a cup of milk. 
As I grabbed the carton of liquid, it gave way, and the milk shot put all over the fridge, floor and me. Got it cleaned up with just one difficulty involved. Getting back up after I’d wiped the stuff off of the floor tiles.
Back to the computer. Updated this post.
Got the ablutions tended to. The medicationalisationing went well too.
The rain had stopped, but more was forecast on the radio when I was shaving, and tonight they said to expect down to -4°c (24.8°f). Brr! And all those holes in the wall and windows as well! Grumph!
Then when the fodder was ready, I got it served up.
I woke to the accompaniment of what appeared to be klaxons sounding. I just caught hearing the end of them. I was confused somewhat, never having listened to this sound before. I had no idea of course, what it was or where it came from. I forced myself out of the £300 second-hand recliner and took the food tray with me into the kitchen and dropped them in the washing-up bowl and took a look out of the window to see if any emergency vehicles were on site that may have been the reason for this klaxon sounding. But the new layout of the window meant I could not see the ground below at all. I went to check the front door, no sounds were emanating from out there. I began to think I might have heard the alarm in a dream. I nipped into the wet room for a wee-wee. Back to the recliner and had a super-painful toe-stub against the cracked plaster on the frame. I never discovered if the noise was real or dreamt.
Down the park path onto Mansfield Road, up over the crest and down to the dentists.
Up to the top of the hill, and near the tree copse, I stopped on the bottom of the gravel path to take this photograph of the hoist and workers on my floor of the apartments.
Started to do this blog. After a few hours the door chime rang-out. It was young bloke from Willmot-Brown. Came to measure the gap left at the bottom of the balcony door.
Nosh – Nice but far too many courgettes and aubergines, especially with the INR Warfarin level being so low.
I enjoyed being looked after and mollycoddled by the Nottingham City Homes staff in the Obergruppenfureress Wardens Temporary HQ and Social Shack, on my return from my marathon hobble to the surgery, opticians and audio centre, to the Winwood Flats. A lady told me they had found a tenant on Monday, well her dead body in her flat. Cheery news and events today.
Pork knuckle wholemeal cobs tomatoes and potato fritters for the nosh.
anything was that I had my hearing aids in and could have the pleasure of listening to the birds and chics giving it some wallop with their whistling, chirping and singing.
0300hrs: No need for me to waken and wait for the brain to join the body this morning. I didn’t have any sleep last night at all. Depressingly, my night’s activities were: Watching the 
-3°c outside, and it felt the same inside. And, I can hear you asking how is that then. 
Had a wee-wee. Made another brew.
I took a picture o this rather picturesque scene of one of the roads opposite.
I did notice down below, somebody had had the pleasure of being the first person to walk along Chestnut Walk.
kit with pigeon feathers, monkey blood, sparrow bones, an 
Or rather, billion-billionaire top Chairman, Michael T Fries, who earns $111.9million a year. And that is only from one of his companies. Naturally, he must get expenses as well and besides.
Got the nosh prepared.
Cleaned-up and off to the kitchen to make a brew.
This when it became apparent that it was snowing such thin flakes, snow-showers I think they call this type of weather. It seemed to be melting as soon as it landed on the ground.
, I found it interesting that on the same page, were these links.
A little snow shower had left the pretty picture opportunity for me.
I decided to get the vegetable tray made up ready to go into the oven late. Much later. Why I did this so early in the day, is still a puzzle to my befuddled brain.
What a shame. In my concerted efforts to get the tray back in the refrigerator, I decided I’d have to move some of the other fodder around to make room for it. 
Health Checks and medications were seen to.