0035hrs: The body moved, well twitched into life, the brain followed shortly after, with some reluctance I think. The grey-cells and limbs gelled, and the expergefaction process was achieved.
I put on the spectacles and caught the little boil on the nose with the frames, took off the glasses as I cursed under my breath, and found dried blood on my fingers afterwards. Because at the time there was no pain coming from the teeth, it took me a few seconds to realise where that it had been coming from the gums.
The meal plate from last night on the other chair had blood spots on it, and the fodder was hardly touched, I recall due to the pain from the teggies. A sad state. Bloodied dressing gown, chin and fingers, all dried now of course. I had fallen asleep eating I think, must have woken up and just moved the plate away and fell off again?
I extracted my wobbling overweight body mass from the £300 second-hand recliner and made my way gingerly to the wet room. Where a cleansing session was followed by a Porcelain Throne Session that left me needing another cleansing session. Tsk!
Took the medications with another ADRC.
I felt a bit like a medical professional this morning. Treated Harold’s Haemorrhoids, the boil, injected the Enoxaparin in the stomach, vaselined the cracked lips, cleaning the gums, drops in the ears and eyes spray, Phorpained the knees, then did the Health Checks and weighing. Oh yes, a right busy little boy I was. Hehe!
0156hrs: All medicationalistical duties tended to.
It was a little less chilly than yesterday morning, too at 41°f.
Got yesterdays diary finished off.
Checked emails and realised I had no INR Warfarin Blood Test on the Calendar. (That has now been updated and I don’t like it!) This cock-up is thanks to the GP Surgery again failing to Email me with the appointment. I’ve begged them to do this, to no avail. The odd time they have done it, I can always go to check and make sure when it is. Now, like last week when they only call me on the phone, knowing my hearing and memory problems I’m surprised they don’t do this. Too late now for me to get in touch with them, cause it should be for tomorrow. I can’t find the note I wrote and am not sure if they gave me a date and time? I’m fed-up. I shall go to the City Hospital for the test, which means an hour or more hobble to get there. Hope it doesn’t rain. Mind you, I might give them a ring and hope one of the receptionists who’s voice I can hear answers, and asked them about it, or not. I don’t feel like even talking to them now, feel so let down! (I must stop feeling sorry for myself!)
With a bitter taste in my mouth, and depressed over this failure, I went on to starting today’s dairy.
Did the WordPress reading.
Facebooking next.
0255hrs: Onto CorelDraw and started a new graphicalisation going.
0745hrs: Got the TFZer graphic finished! Got on well considering how complicated it was. I just hope I’ve not made any Whoopsiedangleplops with it.
The calls to the porcelain have lessened this morning.
Tin of baked beans and vegetarian sausages for nosh.
Not feeling very well.
Settled down to try and ctch up on the sleep. Waking, nodding repeatedly for several hours.
Eventually nodded off, waking at 1130hrs, feeling out of sorts but not poorly?
0125hrs: Gave up trying to get any sleep. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner with some difficulty, this morning and off to the Porcelain Throne. The complete opposite to last night this session was. Think of ball bearings to get the idea. Tsk!
Health checks were done. Medications were taken. Readings looked okay.
It felt so very nippy this morning again.
0155hrs: Started to update yesterdays diary and get it posted off. Ten minutes later, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Well, I was flabbergasted at how different this exercise was. Think Messy and spurting. Hehe! It took a while to clean things and me up, afterwards.
Around 0400hrs, still doing the diary photo sorting and update, I was feeling the cold so much, I put the fingerless gloves on after I’d made a mug of so-called Extra Strong, Twining’s English Breakfast tea.
When I went to swap my spectacles, it made me jump… there is a boil or whatever it is on the side of my nose, and it hurts. (Don’t they all!)
Around 0400hrs, I got yet another demand from the innards for me to utilise the Porcelain Throne. Oh dear! I checked the thermometer and Google for the temperature outside.
An hour later, at 0500hrs, I went to make another brew and checked again. The same. Then realised when downloading and trimming the screen scan photos used here, that Google had got the time an hour behind? How do I let them know? Hehe!
Eventually, after what seems a day and a bit, I got the Friday post completed and sent off.
0730hrs: Another mug of tea and I took this picture out of the window.
Drizzling now, the temperature still the same inside the kitchen at 50°f.
When I was struggling to thoroughly turn the window to take the shot, an item I had in my hand slipped out, and I heard something metallic sounding hit the frame on its 12-storey descent to the ground. Went down and out in the drizzle in hopes of finding out what it was, But no chance. I’ll go down again later in the light and have another search. Not the foggiest idea what it was. So, annoying.
Did some WordPress reading.
0815hrs: The Fire Strobe Alarm and Pillow Alert went off again! Did the usual checks, found nothing untoward. The flipping thing is tiring me out! And the Porcelain visits ain’t helping. My Toothache. Nor, not getting any sleep. Humph!
Then went on Facebook.
0900hrs: Off to the throne yet again! Think thick sludge and blood. Took an ACRD capsule.
Back on Facebooking. Knuckled down to TFZer graphic again, and got it finished.
Once again I pray they like it and see the funny in it.
Not feeling too fit now. Going to get summat to eat and rest, try to get some sleep in. TTFN.
Two slices of Scottish Plain, buttered, sliced tomatoes with balsamic vinegarette, extra-strong stilton cheese, garden peas and a battered cod.
To follow, a whisked lemon mousse and banana. But things did not go as planned or intended.
The teeth made eating so painful, and I fell asleep eating it.
0020hrs: Awoke and waited a few moments for the brain to join me. Now united again, I moved the limbs and as if in unison, the Incisor Suzie, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald; all let me know it was not going to be a good day, as I struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner. (They were right – Vey is mir!)
Made a mug of tea and off to the Porcelain Throne. Sanguineous results, a yucky, messy affair this morning. The cleaning up afterwards took a long time.
By my arrival back in the kitchen, the tea had gone cold.
Did the Health Checks.
Made another mug of tea and got the medications imbibed. I realised the pot of last nights doses had not been taken, so I belatedly took just the Warfarin and Pentoxifylline Blood-release Trental with the morning dosages. When I thought of it later, bearing in mind the lousy Throne session, an ADRC capsule.
Started this diary off up to here, then finished off yesterdays. Checked emails.
0440hrs: Onto Facebooking. 0629hrs: Off of Facebook.
WordPress Reading next. Then Emails.
Sister Jane sent one, with this picture of the local newspaper showing her at the Friary meeting. Apparently, giving a lecture at the lectern? Hehehe!
Had a quick go on CorelDraw and the next graphic preparing.
I did a desperate search to find the liquid Morphine. I know the medics have stopped me taking it until the Haemorrhoids Strangulation operation, but I am confident I had a drop left to use in an emergency. But no. None found at all. I suppose this is due to me memory problems, like the phone yesterday I thought… and that reminded me, and I did a search for that. Humph!
Gave up and did the ablutions.
Sorted the rubbish bins and took them out with me dropping them off down the chute and continuing out into the sunny but oh, so cold day.
Passing the Obergruppenfurheresses shed, Jenny popped out the door and said she was sorry about my not hearing of the day change for the Social Hour, bless her.
Walke down to the Dentists and explained the problems I’m having in getting a provable Warfarin INR level reading in time for me to get to see you in time, to try and get an appointment to get the teeth done. Also about the GP surgery letting me down by not Emailing me the results as they said they would. The pain is getting worse, and I wondered if they could do anything to help me now it has been two months of waiting. A quick click-click on her computer and she explained why they can do nothing about this, but I have an appointment in January. I could have saved my self a lot of time in the first place, by just saying to her; “Ug mjamanda eeck Zorrow, waglabond ug, peed-off!”
Back up to the flats in time to catch the L9 bus. Gave a few nibbles out and had a chinwag or two. The lovely girl from the end care-home arrived, and I listened to how she was going on. She’s got her weight up and the holiday to the Mediterranean was still on for her.
On to the bus, well-packed one to town today. I wanted to get some Pea Snacks from the Chinese shop on Goosegate.
When I alighted from the bus, something about the view across the road, I found attractive and photographable.
Te scene belayed how cold it was, though.
The bright blue sky, the towering crane where the Hockley Woolworths used to be, and now a building site for them to erect even more Students Living Accommodation flats.
It looks as if they are going to high ones again.
Up Goosegate, over the traffic lights and to the Chinese Shop. I got a little annoyed with myself when I realised they do not open for hours yet. I did this months ago and should have remembered indeed.
I abandoned the plans to get the nibbles and had a walk around deciding to get some photographs as I did so. A bit further up the road, I spotted this shop, now with the upstairs apparently converted into living quarters. I took this one because it took me back to the 1960s when I worked there at Tesco, which was behind where I stood to get this shot.
On the very short walk further up, I’d countered four hairdressers and six eateries that were not there a few months ago.
At the Broad Street junction, .two things caught my eye.
The plastic Cow had still not been stolen. Although on closer inspection, it had apparently been damaged and repaired a few times.
And another new eatery. The name above the windows? Sexy Mamma Love Spaghetti? Hehe!
Over the and down the hill into the Slab Square and the Festive market stalls and rides. It looked like the Ice Rink was about to open very soon. I noticed they were putting the finishing touches on the cabin where people pay before skating.
Then, I left the square and wondered over to Lister Gate and the Pound World outlet, to see if they had any chocolate nougat, Misshaped chocolate brazils, or Screw-top containers in stock yet.
Came out with a small thin but high mug, some misshape brazils, a tin of nought with fruit & nuts and a kitchen sieve. Paid at the Self-Serve tills.
When I departed from the store, there was a lady Big issue Seller outside. She looked so cold, my heart went out and gave her a fiver.
Walked to the bus stop through Slab Square. The way they do these temporary retail huts up in decorations and false snow is lovely.
The shops, even the eateries were not doing much trade today, mind.
At the top of Queen Street, I took this photograph of some of the Nottingham buses so I can post it to TFZer creator Sandie in America.
That is, of course, if I remember too. I think the possibility of my forgetting may well be highly possible. Haha!
On the bus and got a lot of crosswording done en route to the apartments and home. Met Welsh Bill and Knowall Nigel (No idea what his name really is) on the way from the bus stop.
I was so tired and weary when I got in the flat. A wee-wee, washed the new little cup to try it. Not a success at all. Fair enough, it did keep the tea warmer longer, but as TFZer Shirley (Or was it Mary?) said, it was highly dribble-able when in use. I had more tea on my chin and shirt than what got down the throat. Haha!
Took a photo of the beloved tree Copse outside, so sad with the leaves dwindling.
The drilling outside and inside at the flat next door was horrendous.
Medications taken, Health Checks were done while I heated the tomatoes and franks slowly in the saucepan. A miserable meal in many ways, this was. I got it all on the tray, as usual, I took a photo. (That this morning I cannot find on the camera card?) The tomatoes were not very good, the franks too terribly painful for the teeth and I ate little of it. The two slices of the Scottish Bread were tasty.
Put the tray down on the other chair, turned on the TV and fell asleep. Woke a couple of hours later when the phone burst into life. Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner to get to the handset before whoever it was ringing, rang off, much to Hippy Hilda’s annoyance. It was Jenny. Asking about some raffle prize chocolates I got and asked if I could order some for her and Frank on the next order. T’was my pleasure. After she rang off, I got the computer on straight away and added them to my request for next Thursday. Jenny is in for a pleasant surprise, they are now on Special Offer and half the price they were before!
But don’t tell her yet. Hehehe! I like being able to help someone, it doesn’t happen often. I made a brew and took these pictures of the outside view. Top one from the living room, and bottom from the kitchen window.
Then I glanced down and saw these two vans in front of the foyer.
My EQ told me they were up to something not right. They looked like hire vans so it may be the people who were here this morning clearing out a deceased resident’s flat? Or, not of course. Could be someone moving in?
I didn’t like them for using loads of orange recycling bags to take some stuff out when I only get five or six a fortnight and use one a day! Not that it bothers me seeing folks doing their shopping in with them, when I have to buy white bags to use, but it doesn’t bother me, oh no! Spit! Makes it worse me having a defective memory and forgetting to ask for some every time I see the Obergruppenfurheress or Untergefrieteress. But I don’t mind!
Found a letter stuck in the box. Jobs coming up with the flat upgrade. Wed 13th Dec- Survey – Fri 5th January; Isolate Heaters (That’ll be nice in January, Hehe!) I can use the electric fire and portable radiator though… why not go into liquidation this way? Mon 8th January Heaters to install.
Feeling all out-of-order now. The nodding off and getting up and starting to do stuff again, threw my internal clock out of sync and I just cannot get to sleep.
Peeped at the TV paper, the England Ladies Football Match, against Bosnia and Herzegovina was showing again. So I watched it. All the way through and enjoyed it and did not nod-off once! Put a DVD on and watched an episode of Rumpole of the Bailey, all the way through again. Put the TV on and that did it, first set of commercials and I was off to sleep.
Only to be woken at what ungodly hour I do not know, by the flaming Fire Alarm Strobe and pillow shaker going off! Of course, I had to get up out of the recliner, put the hearing aids in and go to investigate. Looked out of the window to see if any Fire Service vehicles were there, none were. Checked the door handle with the back of my hand for any heat, it was cold, very cold actually. Opened the door to listen out for any alarms going, heard none. This is now about six times this has happened with no main-alarm going off, in the two weeks since it was fitted for me by the Nottingham City Homes. Each time, I tell myself to communicate this to Warden Obergruppenfurheress Deana, and every time I forget to. Being the weekend again (I hate weekends) there is no one available to report it to, thus giving me a more extended period to forget to. Haha!
The much needed, desired and therapeutic sleep was hard to obtain. The mind did its own thing. Lost its limited aquity. Ambivalence reigned within my grey cells containment box. Perplexing, blurring and confounding thoughts buzzed around without logicality nor understanding.
Sleep eventually arrived, but after perhaps an hour, I was up and on the flipping Porcelain Throne!
0001hrs: Awake, risen and off to get the laundry things ready, then down with it to get it started.
Two pieces of mail found as I approached the door.
One, the DVT INR Warfarin Blood Level results. Far too late for me to get in touch with the dentist again. And no Email either, as promised from the surgery.
The other from Nottingham City Homes re a Ventilation survey to be carried out.
The winds were howling this morning, all through the corridors, windows, doors, vents etc. I could hear it clearly without the hearing aids in. So how some folk with decent hearing are coping with it, I don’t know… come think of it though, maybe I could get a job as the local berceuse provider on request, for those who have been woken or can’t get to sleep due to the wailing winds? Hehe!
Got the machine started and up to the Porcelain Throne by 0015h0rs. Better session.
0140hrs: Back down to move the washing. This trip, only one lift was lit and working, number one.
Got the clobber transferred into the dryer and on the way back up, I could hear the ‘voice recording from lift two; “Door-opening” – “Door closing”, “Door-opening” – “Door closing”, “Door-opening” – “Door closing”…? It was hard to tell which floor, but I think it was one just below or close to under the 12th?
The Medications were taken, and the Health Checks were done. The HC results were very different this morning for some reason I could not fathom?
The ululation from the winds was not easing-off at all.
Made a mug of tea and started this diary going. Demands for another session on the Porcelain Throne arrived from the innards, which of course I responded to: All went well, no bleeding at all. But, I felt uneasy, perplexed and was anticipating the arrival of some Whoopsiedangleplop or Accifauxpa; thanks to the EQ.
Finished off the Wednesday Diary. Time to collect the washed clothing, so down again. This time, both lifts were working?
I got the togs out and folded, then in the bag.
I’ve enough washing upstairs for another wash yet but will do these another day. Cleaned the drum and filter. Someone had left a face towel in the dryer, so I folded it and left it on the sink drainer.
I was going to pop outside to take a photograph, but the leaves blew in when the door opened, so I decided against going out. Hehe! Although, the wind seemed to be dropping. Or maybe it had changed direction? I’ll miss these scaffolds when they are finished.
As I was starting to read the end noticeboard, and not even moving, Hippy Hilda gave me a stab and twinge.
In the elevator and to the apartment.
I got the urge to sort out the airing-cupboard, and not before time either. I took out all the things, and refolded them, replaced them in order, as neatly as I could and added the cleaned togs. Feeling well-pleased and satisfied with my efforts, I closed the cupboard door and went to put the bath towel on the heater.
I heard a muffled slow noise… turned and saw the airing-cupboard doors opening on their own, and the neatly stored clothes falling out onto the floor! I think I wanted to cry. Hehe! I assumed the board or supports for the shelf had slipped or broken, but they seemed okay? Had the Aliens moved from the lift into my flat? Haha! I pushed them back in, annoyed, frustrated and with Hippy Hilda giving me some more hassle. Humph!
I got the raffle prizes and nibbles in the bag ready. Made another brew of tea and went on to the WordPress Reader.
Facebooking next.
Three hours later I’d finished my latest TFZer graphicalisations. Again, I hope they see and like the humour in them.
Oh, Morrison delivery coming today, better get the ablutions tended to.
The delivery arrived, it was the pleasant young lady again. We had a little laugh about the airing cupboard incident when I told her about it.
I got the fodder away.
This week, I got a Scottish Plain thick-cut loaf as well as a medium cut one. I stored one in the freezer, after rearranging it to make room.
I noticed, that although the ingredients were the same for both loaves, the warning tabs on the label differed.
I’d ordered some of the Thompson’s Tea Bags to see what they were like, and took one tea bag out of the box and tried it. Weak, insipid and tasteless! I put the teabags in the bag along with the Polish bread to give to Obergruppenfurheress Deana at the Social Hour. Filled a coat pocket with some chocolate coins to hand-out, the bag with nibbles, raffles prizes and gifts and set out, taking the black bags to the rubbish chute en route, and off to the hut.
The biting wind and heatless sunshine greeted me as I left the building.
Work on the scaffolding was taking place by the builder-men.
I noticed, although of course it may have been like this earlier and I had not seen it then, that they had used wind protection sheets on the cages now. A sage decision. We don’t want any blokes flying off. Hehe!
On the hobble to the hut, I thought it a little odd that no one else was making their way to the cabin? When I got in, not a soul in sight? I was, bemused, perplexed and stumped as to why. Had I got the day confused (It has been known, Hehe!). I noticed Warden Dean in her office and entered to ascertain what was what. The meeting had been moved to Friday this week. I handed her the box of nibbles to keep to use and raffle prizes with her bread and the tea bags. Poor old Frank and Bill-William on Sundays had also not been informed and had turned up. I think the reason might be that the room was needed as a resident respite area – while their heaters were being installed, perhaps?
We had a chinwag and laugh about it, and I went back to the foyer area for a sit down out of the wind while I waited for the bus. Took the coat off, to make sure that I did not lose the benefit of it later when I went out. A lady tenant doing her washing came by, and my heart went out to her; she was apparently upset about something and near to tears. She struggled to get the words out, bless her. Hubby was being taken to a hospice later today. She was devastated. I think she felt so sorry because despite all of her efforts to look after and support him, and she did work so hard at it, too, coping had gotten beyond her. This put me on a downer a bit, but nothing like the gal. Bless her, all that hard work, and now she feels terrible. I know nothing can really help feel better, but I need to try and do something, so I’ll give her the Thornton’s Chocolate Nougat for Christmas, a pathetic effort, wish I could help her pragmatically.
I went out to the bus stop. Welsh Bill and three others were there. I explained what I knew of the distraught lady to Doris. I handed out some chocolate coins to help them with their bus fare. Bill was looking a little drained. When we got on the bus, he told me that he cannot have a shower for the time being for fear of getting his surgery area wet, and it was annoying him. He thinks the pins around the trapped nerve area will get removed tomorrow. I hope it goes well for him. We both got off the bus in Arnold, and he pointed out a shop that might sell the screw-lidded tubs to me.
I called in the store and had a look around, but no luck this time again. I limped to the Asda (Walmart) shop and spent a while hobbling around for ages. Which was a bit risky, cause I had no way of telling the time, as I had misplaced the mobile phone. At least I hope I did, and it is at home; as opposed to my having dropped it out of the coat pocket when I took the coat off earlier in the foyer.
I did find some screw-top plastic storage containers, though. Not as big as I wanted, but still. So I bought 6 of them. Also, had the fortune of finding some mini-cheddars Stilton flavour, so got 6 of them. Added to the grated red extra-sharp cheese, 4 tins of Curried baked beans, cooked chestnuts and small fresh plum tomatoes, ensured I had spent at the self-serve counter, £23.35 and had a struggle on to carry the bag! Haha!
Paid the bill and went out and up to the bus stop. I had 30 minutes to wait before the bus was due.
I worried a bit about the phone. Fretted over the world going PC mad. Thought about the gal who’s hubby is going into the hospice and generally depressed myself.
Even the weather went darker as the bus made its way to the flats.
When we got into Sherwood en route, Welsh Bill and Doris got on the bus.
Bill accused me of stalking him today! (In fun).
The three of us hobbled along to the apartments when we got off the bus. Doris is such a lovely woman, and Bill, although not well himself, a source of fun, sarcasm and sociability. I felt a little better, knowing these facts, and cheered up a tad.
In the flat and had a wee-wee. Got the things put away and the Craig Cramps visited the hands poorly. I put this down to the heavy bag carrying stemming the blood flow.
This made the preparation of the cold meal a bit awkward.
Two slices of the thick near perfect Scottish Plain bread, buttered, mature cheese slices, Anchovies and sliced tomatoes with balsamic vinegarette – An absolutely incredibly tasty meal!
But, eating it caused me some hassle. The incisors suffered mostly. The bean salad, nice as it was, had to be abandoned, due to the beans being too hard for the teggies to cope with and made the teeth bleed on the first and only spoonful of them I tried.
Part-way through the nosh, the phone rang! I fought my way out of the recliner and there was no answer when I picked up the receiver and said “Chambers”, twice?
Spoilt the enjoyment of the meal a bit, but at least it couldn’t go cold on me Hehe!
Did the pots and Health Checks, and thought I’d taken the evening medications, but found out later I hadn’t. Plonker!
Settled down later than usual to watch the TV.
The Law & Order episode had started. Within minutes the commercials came on, and I went off, into the land of nod!
002hrs: No doom-ladened or demonosophers affected the brain this morning. Bright, keen and only a headache affecting the health. All the usual ailments were giving me a break, Great!
Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a wee-wee.
I took the cotton wool off of the arm from yesterday’s blood test. I noticed how dark the blood was this time? Almost black.
To the kitchen and to take the medications and do the creaming, injection and gelling.
The Health Checks this week are looking okay, I thought?
0140: Started to do the updating of yesterdays diary. Such a long and eventful day (A good one for me too!), and so many photographs to sort out. It was 0400hrs by the time I’d got it finished.
0149hrs: I went to make a brew and took these photographs out of the window. I forgot to make the tea and returned to the computer. And the Windows Update Arrived, so I thought it best if I got it done straight away.
I got the paperwork I’d let slip, through overindulgingment on WordPressing and Blogging, and Facebooking.
Naughty me! Hehehe!
It took me awhile to get them sorted into their respective folders. Nottingham City Homes, Sherrington Medical, Dentist, Audio Clinic, GUM Clinic, Deep Vein Thrombosis Unit and the Nottingham Oncology services, Nottingham Cardiac Follow-Up Support Group and the Audio Clinic’s forms, letters, instructions etc. They had built up a bit. Shame Mode Adopted here!
Makes me sound so poorly doesn’t it.
But I was feeling quite good this morning again. Worrying, I know. Although this sounds perverse if that’s the right word?
Despite the time spent arranging these letters etc., still, the windows download had not finished. So I made a brew read a few chapters of the Leningrad book.
When the computer came on again, it was nothing but hassle and confusion for me. A synced folder missing that I could not find? A welcome to the Fall Creators Update opened. What the heck is that? I wanted to get on with doing this dairy, so turned off and went to Firefox to start this post.
The photographs no longer are saving to the drop-box? The -saved-work in the Notepad need finding and loading each time I use it now. The send to Email button no longer works in Firefox, and in Google, it does not transfer the address with it.
Again I gave up trying to sort out something I knew I could not.
Depression showed its ugly head again, just when I was beginning to feel better, too!
Pee’d off. I went on Facebooking. With crossed fingers that the windows update has not done something disastrous to that. (Spit!)
Then to WordPress reading.
So late now, I’ll pop off and get the ablutionisationing done. I want to catch the bus up the hill and go to Aldi to get some stilton cheese and long life milk. That’s the plan, but knowing me, I’ll come back with a big bag of unwanted or needed stuff. Hehe!
Had a good shower, shave and scrub-up, with no signs of any need for the Porcelain Throne yet?
Took the waste bags to the chute on the way out.
Toddled off to the bus stop. Called in the shed en route. Doris, May and Hilda (Not sure if these are their names, sorry) were inside. Gave them a nibble and listened to their chinwagging, then went out to the bus point, for a chinwag with Barry and a few others awaiting the buses arrival.
Caught the City bound one, up the hill, and dropped off on Mapperley Road, and walked to the Aldi store.
I had a long waddle around, selecting items that as I expected, were not needed or wanted really, but just took my fancy, as if to put it.
Lots of nibbles for the Social Hour, the Stilton cheese, some strong red grated cheese, a TV paper for next week, vine tomatoes, canned anchovy fillets and a pack of four large wholemeal cobs.
Oh, and some cooked BBQ chicken legs. Nearly £15 worth, Tsk!
Only the feet and knees were giving me any hassle.
I met a tenant lady, Shirley I think on the way out. I walked along the top, passing the car showroom as was until a couple of years or so ago. Another sad sight.
To Winchester Street and right down the hill.
Having to stop once or twice, but not by Anne Gyna, but the feet stinging badly?
It was amusing to see every car that went down near the speed indicated, jam their brakes on.
Nearing the turn-off on the right for Chestnut Way, the scenery was I thought was so pleasant and picturesque, I took this photo on the bend.
Photographicalised the flats as I started to walk down towards them, as seen here on the left.
As I limpingly now, went down the road further, I came to the place where the parked vehicles cause me the hassle on Saturday when I was going home. Then I took a photograph (I thought anyway) of an Eon van parked in the same place right up against the nettles. But when later, it came for me to download and use all the camera shots, it was not there on the SDH card? Most odd!
I struggled on, for the feet were worse than ever now for some reason, back to the apartments, up the lift and into the dwelling, without seeing anyone at all.
Well, that’s not right, I did see one workman in the compound doing something on the new apartments building.
I put away the fodder and nibbles. And decided on what should be for nosh later. Potatoes balls, BBQ mackerel, tomatoes and a wholemeal cob or two.
Then got on the computer to update this one to here.
Then on Facebook for a while. Then on CorelDraw to do a graphic header.
Blimey, the workers have started drilling above and below my flat suddenly. Ah-well!
Got the nosh prepared and served up.
Couldn’t eat much of it, the teeth and my just losing my appetite for some unknown reason.
Got three TFZer jobs done and posted off.
I must have needed the sleep because, after half an hour of watching TV, I drifted off.
0040hrs: Woke and was out of the £300 second-hand recliner immediately, and without any ailments (other than Duodenal Donald) hassling me, unbelievable!
I stood almost upright, no Dizzy Dennis, the hips and Arthur Itis was well behaved.
When I got into the kitchen, I was nequient in recalling why I had got up and gone into the kitchen. Marvellous, the physicals improve beyond belief, and the mental deterioration shows itself their place. Tsk! I gave up trying, hoping this intention would return to me later.
I checked the weekly medication pots with the idea of making new ones and thought I’d made a right cock-up, then it dawned on me it was not Sunday, but Monday and it all came right again.
I sorted the black bags in the bins and put two new rubbish-bags in, one orange for the recycling one black. The set of doing the two weeks dosages. Took this mornings doses.
Carefully making sure that the cardboard and foil were kept separate as I emptied them making up the pots. I’d started on the latest prescription packets this time, and the flaming tablets had changed colour again! Especially the evening doses, there were many all white ones now, which does not help me to check that I’ve done the right ones… if that makes sense?
0127hrs: Noticed that the temperature in the kitchen was much higher this morning at 54°f.
At this point in time, an urgent and almost immediate call for my utilisation of the Porcelain Throne arrived. I hastily responded and made my way to the wet room facilities. Where proceedings were long and messy. Another chapter of the Leningrad book was perused, followed by another cleaning up session.
I got the nibble bags made up, for the staff at the surgery and those at the Audio Clinic. It’s going to be close getting to the Clinic on time. I intend to go to the Sherrington surgery early for the Warfarin level blood test, hoping they might get me done earlier, and this will give me a chance to get to the City Centre and my Hearin Aid follow up appointment in time. I hope, else I’ll have to get a taxi if I can get one.
I opened the window to take a view of the morning skyline without reflections from the glass.
It doesn’t show in the photo, but when I closed the window, the rain splattered into the kitchen and me! Tsk!
Did the Health Checks, and chart-totals to take with me to the surgery for the motto be looked at again.
It all looks much a sameness to me. Although, this morning the weight had gone over the 15St mark!
Got the computer going and started this post off to here, then updated yesterdays. The grey-cells often pondering on why I had gone into the kitchen when I woke up. Tsk!
Finished off yesterdays and got it posted.
On to WordPress Reading and messages. Facebooked and then Email checks. Then did a graphic to use as a Diary topper for Wednesday and later Thursday and saved them.
Got the ablutions tended to.
Made sure the paperwork and nibbles for the surgery and audio clinic staff were in my shopping bag. Sorted three rubbish-bags for the rubbish chute and took them out with me on the way down to the foyer.
The meal framework for the new build flats was coming on.
It looks like it will be far further forward towards the road than I thought it would be.
A little drizzling this morning, the very fine drizzle that you hardly notice.
I walked along Chestnut Way, and I felt a bit of compassion for the car owners. Hehehe!
Passing the bus stop and turned right down Winchester Street Hill, the bags already making me struggle a bit, with the weight of the nibbles.
Down onto Mansfield road, and right up and over the incline, and down into Carrington. Where a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist all but hit me.
When I arrived at the Sherrington Medical Practice and went through the outer door, he coat squelched, and it dawned on me just how wet I was! I booked in and sat somewhat uncomfortably in a chair as the rain dripped off of me.
Gratifyingly, it was Nurse Nichole who came out to collect me. We managed a priceless to me, little gossip too because the blood did not want to stop coming and we had a long wait before it congealed. Handed her the bags of nibbles, one for herself and the other for the receptionists.
I thanked her, inwardly slobbered over her and departed. Farewells to the receptionist staff as I left. Out and very belatedly put up the brolly as I hobbled to the bus stop. The short journey into town was another cramped disagreeable journey for me. Kids screaming, the bus full up, people shouting down their mobile phones, everyone wet, the floor slippy… but I did not worry about this until it came to getting off the bus at the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall). The stampede to get off meant I was last getting up out of my seat and being a little slower than most, by the time I got to the front of the bus, the driver had closed the doors and was pulling away… Tsk! Still, he let me off. Hehe!
To keep out of the rain, I walked through the House of Fraser store near the bus stop, and up their elevator and into the mall that way. It’s the first time I’ve been in this store and got myself a little lost but got out eventually. Went the Poundworld in there to see if they had any chocolate nougat in stock. They didn’t. But I got some nibbles and two pairs of the fingerless gloves.
I limped along in the centre to the end and down the escalator and foolishly had a look in the Thorntons shop and asked a lady if they had any chocolate nougat. “Yes,” she said. Fetched a cubed box and asked if I’d like it gift-wrapped, no charge for this. My mind was finding it hard to connect to voice box or logicality as she bent down, revealing more than I could handle of her buxom cleavage, and came back up with a box already done. She added, while putting another box of chocolates on the counter, “You get these free when you buy the nougat selection”. She bent down again for some unknown reason as I got my card out to pay.
My attention was again distracted. I got the two boxes into the bag and made my way to the exit doors. I thought I’d better try to make sure the chocolates don’t get wet, so stopped under cover of the canopy to rearrange my bag. During which I came across the receipt for the nougat… £20!
I hope that the person destined to get this present, are not reading this.
That made sure there would be no Morrison delivery this week. Thinking about it, that is not a bad thing. I can get to use up some of the tinned and frozen stuff this week, and I have some pies, cheese etc. in the fridge anyway.
I crossed over the road, and along Upper Parliament Street towards Derby Road.
Oddly, the Nottingamians did not seem so depressed as of late.
Crossed over the double-pelican lights on Maid Marion Way, and up Standard Hill. Stopping part way, to allow Anne Gyna to calm down.
This is one of the most deceptive looking hills in Nottingham. A slow incline that takes it out of us old folk who are unfortunate enough to have to climb it on foot. The feet and knees started giving me bother shortly after this. Hehe!
As I crossed over East Circus Street, I took another rest and this photo. Bad as the feet were, I hobbled to the for sale sign to get the details. Just out of curiosity, to get to find out later what the rent or price is.
I went on the web in the morning and found out that is was a Two-bedroomed flat, for sale at only £232,500.
I’m thinking of buying it, so I have somewhere to sit-down when I pay a visit to town and the ailments play-up. Ahem!
Despite the rain and Anne Gyna and the feet, I was in a better mood, thanks to Nurse Nichole who had cheered me up and for once had time for a natter with me. And, I suppose, the pleasant but far too late in life flashes of cleavage may have temporarily given me a lift, but the realisation that I could no longer enjoy such things from the past got me down again. Hehehe! A glow inside installed bu Nurse Nichole was sensed.
I got up to the top of the hill and into the Audio Clinic. The receptionist was patient with me as I fumbled getting the record card out and dropped it. A young lady nearby came and picked it up for me, I thanked her. (I was doing well today, with people being friendly to me… I hope it lasts, I like it!)
I took my seat and got the crossword book out. Which was on second thoughts, was not a good idea. Because I missed it when they called out my name and showed it on the board! However, the lady Audiologist who approached me was very nice about it. (Am I dreaming, how come people are so kind to me today? Not that I’m complaining, just confused at the lack of sneers and my being ignored?)
We walked through a maze of corridors to her treatment room. The girl asked me if I was feeling alright, and I told her yes, thank you. Seems that I was looking very pale and drawn, as were her words? Which was a bit of a surprise, because I was feeling better than I have done for ages. The test was carried out which took about an hour overall. She took off the E facility after asking if I used it, and made sure the sound control of either hearing aid, would change both at the same time. Very tolerant of my questions and did not rush me at all, bless her. Thanked her, gave her the nibbles and she led me back through the corridors to the main hall.
Outside, the rain had stopped altogether now.
Limping along I got to the bus stop on Queen Street.
Took this photo from the top. I can’t remember why I did now though.
Across the road and down to the terminus.
I spotted this capsule on the floor near the seating. Wondered what it was?
An L9 arrived at the stop, but it was Not in Service. The driver was going on his her lunch-break.
I got this picture of the Little John dome and clock as it arrived.
A few minutes later the replacement bus came, and I was off on the way back to the flats.
Feeling good, needing a wee-wee and the feet stinging!
Took this photographicalisation of the bottom end of Trinity Walk, on Upper Parliament Street en route.
Fell asleep for a big part of the journey.
As I alighted the bus on Chestnut Way, a few words were exchanged with those tenants that were getting on the bus. Bill ‘William on Sundays’ said; Come on dodo, get a move one, some of us need to gerron the bus! Fred (I think); Out of the way you old fart! I felt like I was arriving back home to a family.
I was glad not to see any workmen up on the platform hoists on the building in the rain.
Met Welsh Bill on the walk down to the complex. He was back on the liquid Morphine. I think he said in 24 hours he should be having the pins removed from his left knee. He was obviously suffering. I like this lad.
A wagon delivering some machinery passed by us.
This picture show just how narrow that Chestnut Walk is, and the difficulties with ingress and exiting this presents to the building contractors daily.
I know I’m unacquainted with building practices, but I think it is marvellous how this company is coping and seem to be safety conscious at the same time.
As Bill and I entered the foyer, he pointed out a new poster on the wall. We both agreed that the sign was not there at 0900hrs when I left the flats, nor 1000hrs when Bill departed. Tsk! Both of hoped we would not be deprived of our mugs of tea! Hehe!
Up in the lift, farewells to Bill and got in the flat and had the much-needed wee-wee. Another marathon session, but eventually it stopped. Haha!
I got the pressies and nibbles stowed away and started to sort the meal out. I knew I’d soon fall asleep, I could sense it.
I cut two small cobs in half. Buttered them, added some sharp cheddar cheese and topped them with sliced tomatoes with balsamic vinaigrette. Min-franks as well. A banana and lemon mousse to follow.
The planned watching of the TV was not achieved. I’d nodded off before I ate the banana!
Woke a few hours later. Washed the pots, had a wee-wee and back down in the recliner to watch a DVD.
0120hrs: Woke and awaited while the brain regained its autexousiousness, when it received a message for my need of utilisationing the Porcelain Throne, it let me know. Hehe!Off to the wet room. Bit of a false alarm as it turned out. Splurting winds and nothing else.
Although an extremely long wee-wee had me grabbing for the crossword book.
Got a few clues answered, well one of them. Then to the kitchen to do the Health Checks, injecting, creaming and medications were taken.
Blimey, I was doing an awful lot of sneezing this morning.
It felt really nippy, as well, so I had a peep at the thermometer in the kitchen. 14°c 47°f, no wonder I felt chilly!
And the heater was pumping out and working?
But, the windows might have been loosened by all the work going on outside, there is definitely wind blowing in both the kitchen and front room frames. Brr!
0230hrs: I got wrapped up warmly and collated the washing bag, and down to the laundry room.
Got the machine going and returned to the apartment and got the computer on to update yesterday’s post on the WordPress site. Problems when I opened the send to Email button, the machine began Google Chrome while I was in Firefox? Closed it down, and was in a pickle as to why? Found that the right-click menu that had a ‘send to email’ on it, that had disappeared yesterday, had come back on again this morning? Naturally, I was suffering an imbroglio moment, once more, and must have misunderstood something or other, or got it wrong all both, knowing me.
I can feel draughts blowing around my neck and had to put the hoodie on the dressing gown up over my head, to protect myself from them.
Down to the ground floor. Plenty of activities being planned on the main board. Of which fodder-wise, I can’t partake in, sadly. Waiting as I am, in possibly vain hopes of getting the teeth done, the Hilda Hip and Lesion operations being expected for that I am on short notice lists in case of cancellations puts me out of the picture, I have to say.
Moved the togs into the dryer. Someone had been down to do their drying in the other machine. I checked the filter, in case it was a new tenant, but no bother, it was clear.
Up again to the flat, the draughty-cold-flat!
I got the Saturday post finished and posted off. I tried the send-it-to-email, and it worked okay this time. I get easily confused yer know, Hehe!
Time to go down to collect the laundry from the dryer.
Removed and folded the attire, got it into the bag, cleaned the filter, drum and casing. Swept up around where someone had spilt soap powder with the brush and dustpan provided and was soon on my way back up to chilly cold apartment!
As the lift door opened on my twelfth floor, two things hit me.
One, the lack of any welcoming signs of prettiness or warmth. The other was the cold wind belting into the cage!
0445hrs: I wasn’t sure if it was me or the actual temperature, but I thought it was even colder now than earlier.
I’d got indoors, put the clothing in the airing cupboard. Then got the dressing gown back on, warm slippers, woolly hat on, the heaters all on and was still sneezing, sniffling and so cold! I rechecked the thermometer again in the kitchen. It was 14°c-47°f earlier, now it showed 12°c-42°f? Everything I touched seemed so cold, door handles, keypad, cutlery, cupboard knobs… oh dear, I hope it’s not just me?
Started on today’s dairy.
Very uncomfortable in here like this.
No idea why, but I took a photo of the mug of tea, it came out red. I made another, seconds later and okay? Wonder what I did wrong?
I’d been drinking tea regularly, but it was getting so cold so quickly. Even when I tried the new narrow tall mug, it lost heat rapidly? I was throwing away far more than I was drinking? Tsk!
Still sniffling and sneezing too. Humph!
I checked on the web for the temperature in Nottingham now. Freezing I think. 0°c. Brrr! Yet looking outside, I can see no signs of frost, then again, I looked without opening the window, there is enough freezing wind coming in through the air-vents and cracks in the window frame as it is.
Carried on with updating this post to here. Then went to WordPress Reading, in between sneezes and shudders!
0800hrs: Facebooking next.
1010hrs: CorelDraw graphicationalisationing next.
1225hrs: Got it finished. Phew, a hard one this was. I just hope they like it, this Australian themed on of Jillie and Marie at their Deli Counter.
Tired now, I had to stop on the computerisationalising.
Got the dinner cooking, potatoes in the oven. Hope I don’t fall asleep. The plan is to cook them for an hour and then add the steak pie with them in the tray. Maybe best to give them an hour and a half I think, cause they are big ones? Ambivalent, equivocal, uncertain, unsure, doubtful, indecisive Mode Adopted again it seems! Tsk!
Did a bit of cleaning up in the kitchen while watching the meal, well, the potatoes in the oven.
Got them baked well and halved them and bashed up the flesh in a bowl adding a touch of sea salt, and butter to the mix. Loaded the husks and back in the oven to brown off.
For the first time ever with cheesy potatoes, I didn’t eat them all!
Two of them found their way into the bin.
Two reasons; I made them a little too hard, and the teeth were suffering, and my concerns about the weight increasing encouraged me to resist.
Did the Health Checks and medications and got down in the chair and perused the TV magazine to see what programmes were on offer.
None, as it turned out. Both yesterday and tonight there has been nothing on that I fancied watching. I dislike weekends as it is without the TV schedule is such crap! So I started to watch some Jonathan Creek DVD. Not much though, I soon nodded off.
2350hrs: Pandiculated gently, awaited for the grey-cells to activate, then rose out of the £300 second-hand recliner, without much difficulty, and went to make a mug of tea and take the medications. Immediately after consuming the tablets as mentioned above, medicines and capsules, a painful visit to the Porcelain Throne had to be made.
Offering an adumbration of this process, I had to think about. I did not want to sound crude, but I did want to explain the tortuousness of the proceedings and aftermath. I decided to tell it how it was; Painfull. A heavy firm torpedo shaped projectile, of haemorrhoid crushing proportions slowly and bloodily evacuated; after I had read a chapter and a half of the Lenigrad book in agony waiting for its appearance, after fifteen-minutes of Oohs, Arghs and Eeks, it was over. Then the process of cleansing things and I followed. I came out of the wet-room and took a Senna tablet. Nuff said, sorry.
0040hrs: Made a mug of tea and got the computer on and made a start on this diary. Then updated and finished yesterdays.
I took a few photographs out of the window, in search of a ‘Moody’ one.
0135hrs: No emails come in?
Made another mug of tea, and had an idea on how to improve the latest TFZer graphic I’m creating, so went on CorelDraw to try it out.
0310hrs: Got it finished at last. I think I have included 16 TFZer gals in this graphic of them at their ‘Getaway Ranch’. Posted it off with high hopes that they like it, to the site.
On to Facebooking. Then WordPress Reader. Then onto creating a graphic that I got carried away with, and am very disappointed with as well. I’ll use it for Mondays Diary top, so I shan’t publish it yet. Took me five hours to do as well.
Ablutions tended to and set off to catch the bus into town. A good nattering session with others as we waited.
I dropped off on Upper Parliament Street and went into the Wilko store to search for any screw-lid containers. I found just one that had fallen under the shelves and bought it. I needed eight of them to arrange things in the cupboard. Humph!
I walked out and into Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).
No chocolate nougats or screw-top containers found anywhere in there either. I did obtain some Carbolic Soap though, in the Market.
Rang Sister Jane to let her know about it, she likes it too.
As I went down to the ground floor and along to try the sweet shop for any chocolate nougats, I actually thought I saw Sister Jane above, crossing the top of the elevators. I got the camera out, but she’s gone by the time I’d taken it. Then two security guards approached me, pointing out that I cannot make any photographs in there without permission of the owners? Then asked me; Exactly what I was taking a picture of. I explained, and they gave me a look that said “Poor old fart!” and I wandered off to the sweet shop. No chocolate nougats there either.
Out and tried at the Pound World shop; No chocolate nougats there either. Into the mini-Tesco on Upper Parliament Street: No chocolate nougats there either.
Down through the Slab Square, that was very busy today, the Christmas Fayre had started, and armed police were lurking. I suppose if someone was to drive a vehicle at the crowds is why they were there?
Visited the Poundland shop, again in search of some screw-lid containers and or chocolate nougats: No chocolate nougats or screw-lid containers there either!
Back into the Slab Square and over the road passing the rubbish bins and had to stop for a good while, until Hippy Hilda, who came on painfully sharply and suddenly without warning, eased off enough for me to carry on hobbling. Within a few minutes, the twinges and pains had dissipated altogether? Very strange that, but I wasn’t complaining of course.
Walked through the rides and food stalls, the smells were not very appealing to me anyway. The ice rink was not yet working.
At this point, I think I worked out why there were so many more rides leaving so much less manoeuvring and walking space free. Even the narrow parts had stalls in the middle of them this year; I think it might have been designed in such a way as to perhaps, deter or make harder, any attacks from extremist vehicles?
A bonus, being that the Council can collect more rent and back-handers, perhaps? Hehe!
I got through the crowds okay, and up Queen Street, bought a TV magazine and to the bus stop. Being a Saturday, there were only three buses every two hours, so I decided to catch a number 40 from the lower stop. Which was near the ‘Reds BBQ’ restaurant.
I’m not one for eating out at all as a rule. But this place, or rather the food on offer does tempt me somewhat. With the teeth in their current condition, this is not a possibility, though.
I took this photograph of the massive cafe with the signs showing, I’ll post this for my friends on the TFZer site later.
Caught the 40 and had to sit on a side-saddle seat again. The advantage of this for me was I had to hang on and get buffeted about and cling on for grim life, for fear of falling out or off of the seat. But it made sure I didn’t fall asleep! Hahaha!
I dropped off on Winchester Street Hill. Crossing the road here is a bit life-threatening on the steep double bend usually. But, road work traffic control lights were working. And they helped me plan my dash across the road. Well, I say dash’ more of a steady hobble, once I’d worked out the light’s pattern.
Over the road, I got safely and down onto Chestnut Way. When I got down to the where the parked cars yesterday had caused me problems getting by them, the police had out some cones out.
All the length of the road to the end and the flats, not a soul was seen.
Eerie that was.
As I got to the foyer door, Joyce opened it for me, bless her. We had a little natter, and I gave her some nibbles.
Her lift arrived, we said our farewells, and I was off up to the apartment.
Food occupied my mind. I decided to try out an idea given me by my Cyber-mate Tim, in America. I opened a tin of Anchovie fillets for the first time.
Put the battered fish fingers in the oven to cook.
Got a slice of the Scottish bread, anchovies, stilton cheese and tomatoes placed on this slice. Poured a drop of fish sauce on it, and a drop of balsamic vinaigrette on each tomato slice. Added some smoked mackerel, surimi sticks added the cooked fingers and cut up a soft apple. By Jiminee, it went down well! Thanks, Tim.
Checked the TV listings, nothing on I fancied watching. 200+ channels, and nowt to watch? Hehe! I put a Jonathan Creek DVD on. I did not get through the first episode before I’d nodded off.
0200hrs: Awoke partially confused. When the expergefaction was complete, I began to assess how things were. As I disentangled my inertia ridden mass from the £300 second-hand recliner, it became apparent that things were a lot better than of the last two days healthwise. The back pain was a lot less, Theodor Thighs slightly better, Anne Gyna really was calm, Arthur Itis not too bad at all, Craig Cramp no bother, Reflux Roger okay, Hernia Harry negative pain and only Duodenal Donald and the Incisors were giving me any hassle. Was today going to be a better day? I almost felt confident that it would be, and that any nocive Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas at a minimum for me! No logic to this feeling, mind!
Out of the recliner, and hobbled to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session. Things had changed in this department. A rock solid and painful movement. I read a chapter and a bit of the ‘Lenigrad’ book as I sat there in agony. Hehe! Of course, this solidity had opened up Harold’s Haemorrhoids. The blood was a far lighter colour than usual. I’ve no idea what this indicates, though? Cleaned up and medicated.
Off to the kitchen and got the Health Checks done and medications were taken.
Made a large mug of tea, and got the computer on.
Finished off and posted yesterday’s diary and made a start on today’s.
Back in the kitchen to make a mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold.
I hung out of the window to get this shot of part of the workers nearest compound down below.
The hoist can be seen plainly across the bottom.
Had to zoom in to get this, but was pleasantly surprised at how well it came out afterwards.
Then I zoomed again straight out of the window to try and get a ‘Moody’ one of the streets. The blue lights at the top off of centre, are on Mansfield Road.
Moved on to WordPress Reader, next.
Checked the Emails.
Facebooking next. Then TFZing. Then CorelDrawingsetting up (Or to be more precise, making a bigger mess of) Tsk! Then made some graphics to use later on CorelDraw and saved them to Corelpaint for use later in the next TFZer effort.
Ablutions to attend to next. As I stripped off, a workman came silently up into view through the window. He kindly laughed, then whistled looking nonchalantly up in the air as the cage went up beyond my floor!
During which I knocked the soap and dish off onto the floor, and retrieved them. After the cleansing and medicationalisationing, I started to get things ready for my departure. But could I find my wrist alarm? No! I got down with the torch and grabber-stick right behind the WC and into the corner. No luck.
Into the spare room searching through the laundry bag in case I had left it on when I took off the jumper and dragged it with it into the bag. Not there!
Front room and checked all around and under the recliner. No! Cabinets, desk, ottomans, drawers, cupboards, corner unit and bookshelf. No!
To the kitchen. No!
Back in the wet-room. No!
Kitchen again, checked the waste bin, back into the front room to check that one. No!
Concernment, disquiet and nervosity taking control of my grey-cells now! The thought of embarrassment of having to report the loss to the Obergruppenfurhress Wardens and the cost of the replacement put me on a downer and started Duodenal Donald off.
Back into the spare room. There I found it, Halleluja!, laying on a rung of the step ladders. Why? How? When? Sad innit?
Good job I’d got the ablutions done earlier than usual, or I would have missed the bus!
Being as there was no rush, I double checked taps, lights, plugs etc. Taking this photo from the kitchen window. What a cracker, although I say it myself!
The mist in the distance, the ice and frost, melted now where the sun had got through between the blocks of flats. And my beloved Copse of course.
I must remember to ask Jenny who to send it to at Nottingham City Homes. I thought it would be a good one for them to use perhaps? In search of self-encomium of course. Hehe!
Then, I made my way down and out along to the bus stop. Lots of folks there, and the lady from the top home. She told me she had got her weight up and was going on the free holiday to the Mediterranean after all. I was so happy for her.
I got on the bus, and the chap who is a little minacious sat next to me.
But all was well, apart from I could not hear all he was telling me. But he was in a good mood, bless him.
I took this picture through the bus window en route. Rather ‘Moody’ I thought?
Arrived in town and walked along Upper Parliament Street and up Standard Hill. With surprisingly little bother from Ann Gyna. But, Arthur Itis and Hippy Hilda were not so happy with me. The lady at the reception must have been new, because she didn’t sneer at me at all, and handed me the batteries without any hassle, and signed my record book for me. Bless her cotton socks. Hehe!
Popped into the Pound World shop to see if they had got any of the nougat or screw-lid storage tubs in again. They hadn’t, but me being me, I came out with a bottle of MAple Flavour Syrup, Chocolate covered Peanut and Hazelnuts, Fruit & Nut Nougat Honey flavoured yoghourts and packet caramelised biscuits.
I hobbled down into the Slab Square and Council House. Where some of the stall and rides were up and selling, others had not yet got their booths finished? It looked like the Ice Rink was almost ready to use.
I hobbled around and back towards Queen Street to go up to the bus stop, and these two imitation Police Officers (CPOs) passed me on my left as I was taking the photo.
They got ahead a bit, stopped and turned back in a slightly minacious manner towards me. At first, I thought I’d done something wrong. But, they walked by me. Phew! Big gals, too. Oh, I am a milquetoast bloke!
Caught the bus back to the flats and the same bloke who I arrived with on the bus, accompanied me back again. Nice gossip.
We walked from the bus back to the flats, and he got out of the lift on the eight floor. Said our farewells.
Into my apartment on the twelfth storey. Had a wee-wee and got the bits stored away.
Got on with updating this diary, and put a potato in the oven to bake while I did.
Carried on updating until the potato was ready for mixing with some cheese.
Cut it half and blended the cheese in and replaced the mix in the husks and returned them in the oven to brown off. The plate looked decent enough.
The only snag was gnawing at the very tasty chicken legs. I more or less sucked the meat off of the bone and there was a lot of it could not get to without too much pain from the teggies. Even the tomatoes were hard, but the cheesy potatoes were grand!
Washed the pots and settled to watch the TV, knowing full-well it would be a fruitless exercise.
I didn’t get through much of the ‘Pie in the sky’ episode before I’d drifted off.
0145hrs: Stirred, Theodore Thighs (Just Christened), Barbara Backache and Hips Hilda, all kindly giving me endeavouring to offer me pain. Bless ’em! As I massaged the thighs, I found they had gone all thin and hard compared to their usual condition? So, I assumed this may help keep the weight down; so I dislodged my body mass from the £300 second-hand recliner and made my way to the scales… Huh! I was the heaviest I’d ever weighed! Dang! Doesn’t weigh up, to me. Hehe!
I got the raffle prizes and nibbles for the tenants meeting into the bag while I was in there with the scary-scales.
Took the morning medications. No signs of any Porcelain Throne demands from Trotsky Terence yet, so no ADRC capsule this morning.
Onto the computer to find that I still had the old Firefox on the system, as well as the new one. So used that one and found it to be quicker than the new one, and I could locate things, and I am more comfortable with this one. Got on with starting this diary up to here, then updated, finished and posted the Wednesday version off.
Started this dairy going up to here. Did some WordPress reading.
Decided to get the stand-up ablutions done early, as the Morrison order is coming twixt 0700 > 0800hrs. And the noise will start soon again from the worker lads. Mind you, the sounds from whatever it is that’s been clanging about outside all night, is another mystery. That’ll cheer the gang up and give them summat else to moan about, what with the lift and all that. Or lack of available elevators at the Social Hour! Hehehe!
Back in a bit.
A proper cleansing and medicationalisicalisationalistical session carried out. Haha! Gave the thighs, knees and hands, a really good buffing with the Phorpain Gel. Which I think helped me out of my acedia ridden state.
0630hrs: Took this photograph from the window.
Seems like a gathering of blue lights on Mansfield Road?
Made a mug of the extra-strong tea, and got on with updating this blog.
Finished the TFZer graphic. A new film from Sandy.
The Morrison’s delivery man arrived and a jolly good chap too.
I put away the many items.
I’d managed to get some of the Scottish Bread at last. But was disappointed at it only having one days life left on it! Naughty Morrisons!
Stocked up on the tea bags while they were on offer price.
I made sure I had everything needed in the bag (I hope) and got myself readied for the Social Hour Meeting. Put the bread in the bag for the Obergruppenfurheresses and Jenny.
Sorted out the black bags and dropped them down the rubbish chute on the way.
Set off down in the lift for the Social Hour Meeting.
I took this picture of the foyer area as I hobbled through and out.
Walked down with three of the tenant gals.
The builder-men were on the other side of the block as well, this morning. I took this photograph and got a visit from Dizzy Dennis as I looked up to photograph it. Tsk!
The Social went well, plenty of folks in attendance.
BJ arrived almost on time, he’s getting better. Haha!
They enjoyed the nibbles, especially the jam tarts. Left the Sourdough bread and insisted that Jenny has one, as I think she deserves a bit of appreciation for all she does for us.
The thighs and knees were terrible again today. If things stay like this, I shall make an appointment with the doctor methinks on Monday when I have the DVT INR Warfarin blood level checks next.
I made my way to the bus stop, a bit of a crowd there. Managed a laugh or two before the L9 arrived. Dropped off at Mapperley Top and limped down to the Aldi Store. Where I believe some real bargains were attained.
I got some vine tomatoes – a bottle of thick bleach for 45p (50p at Morrisons if you buy two) – Two Jam and Cream Doughnuts for 85p (99p at Tesco) – Best chopped tomatoes for 34p (50p at Morrisons) – Garden Peas 21p (39p at Morrisons). And amazingly, tins of Anchovy Fillets for the excellent value price of 59p Lidl 99p! And furthermore and notwithstanding this Aldi one had 57% fish, the Lidl one had only 40% fish! Both were the same contents and weight?
So, that’s four cans of Anchovies I have now, and still, don’t know how or what to eat them with. Haha, wot a plonka!
Also the added bonus of being served and not having to fiddle about with any self-service tills!
I also got a large jar of tomato pasta sauce for 65p, Brown Sandwich Thins for only 59p. One and a bit up to Aldi this time – and a thumbs down for Lidl!
The lady on the till did not sneer at me either, like the lady in Lidl who patrols the horrible Lidl-imposed self-serve till area use, by not having anyone on a proper till.
The only downturn when I departed, was the weight of the bag. Haha!
I wandered along Woodborough Road and turned right down the Winchester Street Hill.
Not many people or cars about, I noticed.
Had to take extra care as I plodded down the incline though. I was coping with the thighs, feet and knee problems bu going very slowly.
Down and around the bend and turned right into Chestnut Way.
Where some people had, possibly with no options, parked right on the kerb come pavement. My choices were to go into the road to pass, or through the close gap and over the leaves. I opted for the tight-gap route.
I now have a small tear in my trouser legs where I caught the thorns on the bushes and a cut on the right side of the knee-cap! Humph!
I faltered wearily along to the flats and was pleased to see that the lifts were available. I’m not sure if I could have walked up those concrete stair again, given how the knees and thighs were. Also, Hippy Hilda was just beginning to get a little bothersome too. The shopping bags seemed so heavy. My own fault.
Got in the apartment and had a wee-wee. Washed and applied some more of the Pkorpain Gel. I don’t think it’s cutting it with this these ailments. So I took another extra Codeine with the medications and did the Health Checks.
Got the fodder put away. The workmen on the hoists, all disappeared as the rain fell. But the endless grinding and drilling noised coming from flats inside was still perpetual.
I knew it was getting on, but I wanted to get the other TFZer graphic started while the idea for it was in the grey-cell box.
I stupidly thought I could change the toolbars with the options and customisation choices, around so I could get the most used ones on display always. Two hours after first attempting this task, I gave up and made do with the mess I’d made of it.
Although, I now have toolbars aplenty with icons duplicated or lost altogether. Still, it might not look very organised (that’s because it is not very coordinated, Hehe!) but, I think I can manage with it like this. Until I find something, I’ve made a Boo-boo of later. I am thick!
At least I had got rid of it showing off every item I open or import on a toolbar, the ‘Standard Tool Bar it was. I could not get rid of those high length titled graphics, so I took this taskbar off and imported the other individual items I need into other bars. A messy look to it I know.
The outside hoist appeared at the window, and I thought the workers had returned, but it was one of the bosses taking photographs of the work that had been done. I caught his eye: it wasn’t hard he was only about 8ft away from me, I gave him a smile and friendly wave – all I got in reply was an expertly curled lip, and I was ignored. Hehe!
Plans were formulated for the nosh later. A tin of the Aldi tomatoes was put in the saucepan, and some balsamic vinegar added. Then I put some of the contents of the jar of tomato and chunky vegetable pasta sauce I got today, in with the mix and stirred away to let it marinate until I get it cooking. The last of the smoked bacon will go in the oven later. And I have that Scottish Bread to soak it up with and make soft bacon butties with it? I hope this bread tastes like the one used to get years ago. Too salty by far, but so tasty!
That reminds me, being as Morrison’s have only given me one-days shelf life on the loaf, I’ll just have to eat more of it so as not to waste it? What do you think? Haha!
I got updating this diary, then went on Facebook.
The sky looked so beautiful as I got the meal sorted and served up in cracked and aged bowl.
The bacon had come out as I had hoped, cooked through but soft enough for the poorly teeth to gnaw on.
The Scottish bread was delicious! Precisely as I remembered it used to taste.
A large mug of Clementine Juice and the naughty-but-nice cream doughnut to follow, I enjoyed this one.
As I put the pots in the bowl to soak, I took another picture of the sky and surrounding area. On the left is one of the scaffold erections that supports the hoist that the workers use.
I settled in the £300 second-hand recliner. Put the TV on, without checking what was on, for I was sure I would not be awake for long enough to watch much.
I was right. I watched about ten minutes of a ‘Frost’ episode on channel 24 and drifted off.
I woke in confusion, the TV still on and Colin Cramps having taken hold of the left hand and was toying with it painfully. Fingers all over the place, doing almost a dance movement and freezing for a few seconds, freezing, then off again. I emitted a few naughty words several times as it had a grip on me for a few minutes.
I had the camera on the side ottoman, and struggled with the right had to take this photographicalisation in the dark. Then apply the Phorpain Gel on the fingers and hand.
When things calmed down and eased off, I thought as I ejected my well-proportioned but flaccid body from the recliner to go for a wee-wee, ‘Blimus!’ Theodore Thighs is not hurting so much now when I move. A smugness and satisfactory mode overcame me.
Did my water-removal exercise and washing hand afterwards, I saw dried blood on some two the fingertips of the left side? I checked out Little Inchy, the cut knee and the rear end, but found no signs of bleeding? Then as I looked in the mirror, it became clear, the incisor teeth had been the culprits. Tsk!
All well again, no stubbing of the toes either on the way back to the chair. And, Arthur Itis seemed calm.
Just about to nod-off and the ‘Worry-Bug’ got me – Did I turn off the taps in the wetroom? I had to dismount the seat and go back to check. The faucets were not left on, but I had, left the light on.
Settled yet again, and I reckon I was off into dreamland within seconds.
