Monday 13th November 2017
Basque: Astelehena, Azaroaren 13a 2017
0035hrs: Almost reluctantly, my body then brain stirred into life. The grey-cells full of ambiguousness, pondering on so many things at the same time. Ambivalent conclusions, fears and worries floated around at will. Not my intention, of course. Depression, Dizzy Dennis, this world full of hate, violence, INR Blood Test to remember, putting on weight, memory lapses, the starving children, toothache… on and on the thoughts mingled together for a while. I seemed to be listening to a radio programme rather than myself. But this doesn’t make any sense?
For once, I welcomed the call to the Porcelain Throne. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner without too much effort and no toe-stubbing on the way to the wet room. Trotsky Terence was back. Splurt, splatter followed by cleaning things up. A messy session! There was no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold. Anne Gyna was in a good mood too.
Took the medications with an ADRC capsule.
Made a mug of the Twinings Extra Strong English Breakfast tea. A tasty blend of African and Indian tea this, I like it a lot. Expensive though.
Did the health checks for the day. 
On the computer and updated the week’s readings in Excel. I must remember to take a print of it with me to the surgery later when I go for the INR Wafarinblood test with the nurse. Hopefully, Nurse Nichole this week.
Had a wee-wee, then I got the nibbles readied in the bag to take with me to the doctors.
0250hrs: Got the Sunday post finished and started this one off.
Did a graphic for page tops later, and thought I’d better get the laundry done while I have the time.
0320hrs: Down to get the washing going.
Very cold down there in the lift, foyer and laundry room. Brr!
I spotted two extra notes on the board as I passed on my way back up after getting the washer going.
The first one about bad apples confused me somewhat.
The second about noisy tenants was obvious enough now, and someone had written a further message on it.
Apparently, someone has been using the flat washing machines late at night. The git guilty of hammering Sunday morning is probably the bloke above my flat.
Back up and made a cuppa and updated this tosh. I’ll try to remember to take a look at the notice behind the handwritten one (Top one), to see if I can glean some understanding of it when I go down again.
Had a wee-wee. Pleased to report the overactive mind was getting back to its usual blank filled state. Haha!
I’ll try to get a photograph of the flats outside the foyer door too. Hope it comes out a ‘moody’ one. But it is quite clear weather out there.
0337hrs: Back to the ground floor to move the things into the dryer.
Cleaned the washing machine. But, oh dear! Some naughty pensioner had not cleaned the filter on the drying box!
Got the clothes going and went outside to take the photographs of the frontage of the flats. ‘Moody’ ones attained today, I think.
Bit of an obstacle course again, but at least a changed layout for us. Hehe!
It looked like they had got it all ready for the removal come renovation of the balconies. They have warned us of the noise and dust to expect.
I think they will start this week with the actual work on them.
A bit nippy out there, I’ll make sure I wrap up well when I go out. A warm hat, gloves, thick jumper etc.
I nipped back in to peruse the Notice Board. I now understand the meaning of the Letters, Letters “Why?” handwritten notice. I think?
This is why, when they had a vote on stopping the coin machines and making an overall charge, 
I voted not to change. This and the fact that anyone here on Tax Credits or under 65 and unemployed get the service free. Jealousy? Hehe!
I also spotted that some mobile phones were being offered for sale. Not that it interested me in any way. Caught up with sorting the pictures and updated this.
0440hrs: Off to collect the laundry.
As I cleaned the other machines, I found a pair of ladies long-johns and an odd sock in one of the drums. Bless them. I folded the knickers and put them with the hose on the draining board. Hope she will realise.
Back up in the lift and got the clobber stored in the airing cupboard. Made a Yorkshire Tea brew and updated this diary.
WordPress comment responses and then to the Reader section.
Facebooking next. Fingers crossed it does not freeze on me again. It did.
Some time spent on the TFZer site, then had to get the ablutions sorted so I would not be late for the blood test. The appointment, being for 0930hrs meant I would not be able to use the shower this early. Well, not in fairness to the neighbours. So, it was off into the shower room, and ‘Ablutionisationing Plan Number 3’ was adopted successfully, which is:
- Fill the washing up bowl with warm water, washing up liquid and Dettol antiseptic disinfectant and stand in the mixture wriggling the toes and treading water, while I did the teeth, and cleaned out the nostrils.
- Wipe and remove the bowl.
- Have a shave.
- Apply after-shave to stop the cuts bleeding.
- Scrub torso, arms and legs, then dry the same.
- Bang elbow against the sink doing the above.
- Apply pain gel to the joints and medicate Haemorrhoid Harold’s area.
- Oil the ear canals.
- Apply more pain gel to the stubbed toes; I got on the mop bucket.
- Take extra Codeine Phosphate.
Life can difficult when you get a touch senile and old. Hehehe!
Got dressed warmly and took the sorted black bags to the rubbish chute and deposited them down it. Then pressed the call button for a lift, and waited, and waited, then waited some more. At first, I didn’t panic, because I could hear the noises (As promised in the letter from the building company) coming from above, below and outside. It was apparent the lads were up to the neck in it. But after ten-minutes waiting, I had a walk the twelve floors down the stairs.
As I got out of the doors, it became evident that the men were bringing in the radiators for fitting, and of course, they have to take the old ones away, and elevators being the only way to do this. I understood why I could not get a ride down this morning. I did hope that there would not be a fire while this was going on, though.
Outside and poddled along Chestnut Walk.
By gum, it was bitter cold out there!
All of the vehicles parked up had iced-up windscreens, headlights and mirrors as well.
At the end of the compound, I espied that 
the crew were getting on with building the new block in the centre. A busy time for the Obergruppenfurheress and Obergefrieteress Wardens, and Jenny I imagine.
On I plodded down the hill into Sherwood, up Mansfield R
oad over the crest and down into Carrington and the Sherrington Park Medical Centre.
Where to my delight, Nurse Nichole was on duty.
A real pleasure to have this beautiful, understanding, lovely and magnificent nurse take my blood.
Handed her the nibbles and took my leave. Out and down to the pharmacist to collect the Codeine Phosphates. I gave a bag of chocolate coins to owner Deepak and told him this would help the staff with their busfares – He did laugh!
Said my farewells and off down the road to the Lidl store. A good wander around, but could not find any chocolate nougats. I ended up getting a tin of mushy peas, walnuts, pecan nuts, small francs and two tiny tins of anchovies in olive oil. I’ve never tried these before. When I do get around to using them, I can use the fish sauce on them?
I used the self-serve tills without any problems for once.
Out to the bus stop and soon caught a 58 back into Sherwood. Over the road and into the Wilko store. As was my intention, two their Fabric Softeners and Fragrance Boosters in the scent that I like so. Ylan and Fressia. A bottle of bleach. A packet of Bic disposable razors.
And I tried some Surf liquid soap powder, something else I’d not tried before. The label on it claims this little bottle will do 26 washes? Measured with container cap and poured straight into the drum with the washing?
We’ll see.
Coming out of the shop after paying the £12.40 I owed, I met two gals from the flats. We had good chinwag at the bus shelter. Handed out the nibbles. I annoy myself when I can’t remember names.
We caught the L9 back up to the flats, and I gave the driveress a nibble bar. Handed out the last of the chocolate coins to folk on the bus. I love it when I can make people laugh and smile.
Off the bus and hobbled (For the feet were terrible now) down to the building. Where the workman who I saw earlier, was still transporting the large heaters into the complex.
A struggle for him and his mate. He told me later that the weight of them, and the small space in the lifts, meant two large or one large and two small was the maximum that could be taken in one go.
This is why the lifts were not available to me earlier on. They have to get them in and out, and this is not a quick job, especially if they are delivering where those that had been removed had to be taken out as well. The worker, looking a little frustrated, allowed Irene (I think) and me to go up first. She dropped on her eighth floor, and I carried on to the twelfth and sent the cage back down for the lad.
Got in had a wee-wee.
Put the gear away.
Made a brew and got the computer going to update this page.
No hassle from Anne Gyna today, excellent.
I was getting reasonably well-sorting things out, when, it suddenly went dark and heard a deep whining noise. Hehe! It was the flat cage outside passing the window on its way down. Ah, the men’s dinner break time?
I hastened, fumbling to get the camera to take a photo before they descended out of view. But I’d got the camera card in the computer in use – so before I got it sorted out, the platform was a few storeys below me. I hung out of the window and took these shots.
I got the nosh on the go. Frankfurters in the pan on low. I’ll add the part-cooked cobs later in the oven after I’ve got and had the multi-coloured-chips cooking. Sounds interesting, does it? Hehe, all will be revealed soon.
Got on with updating this blog again.
Then updated the Facebook page.
Got the carrot, parsnip and beetroot fries in the oven, added the cobs later.
Regrettably, and as good as the meal looked on the plastic plate, this was one of the worst noshes I’d had for a long time.
Iceland’s triple chips of beetroot, parsnips and carrots came out all tasting the same – crap! After trying a couple of each, they were assigned to the waste bin. The pork pies were so greasy, one bite and they joined the chips. The Scotch Eggs tasted like cardboard. The Kipling’s ‘Nation’s Favourite Bramley Apple Pie’ seemed like all lard and sugar. The franks, cobs and mousse saved the meal from complete disaster. Tsk!
There were some great old time programmes to watch, though. Londons Burning, Pie in the Sky, Hetty Wainthrope Investigates, then an old Steven Seagal film.
I started to watch Londons Burning and woke to the Hetty Wainthrope closing credits and tune. The film started, and at the first commercial break I nodded off until 0150hrs when I had to struggle out of the recliner to utilise the Porcelain Throne… Ah-well!
0115 hrs: Woke up with soft lights flashing and the sounds of a crackling fire! Momentarily flabbergasted and a little fritted, I dismounted, not without some difficulty, the £300 second-hand recliner and went to investigate. No fire alarms, no strobe activation. Into the kitchen and ah… all became clear! Were some twits using up their fireworks left over from Bonfire Night?
ications. Injected the Enoxaparin, put some vaseline on the burns and did the ear oiling.
I hobbled back into the front room and opened the windows.
I got the nosh served up. Very early in the day for me. I was feeling so tired. The aching feet, the memories invoked by meeting Eric. (For some reason I cannot recall his nickname?) My having seen Margaret. I felt suddenly so tired and drained.
I enjoyed the meal and went to the kitchen to wash the pots.
Had a decent cleanup, teggies (Oooh! Hehe!) shave.
o idea.
I cracked on with creating a photographic ode, come rhyme.
The Iceland delivery arrived, and I got it put away.
The nosh was great tastewise.
I made a small mug of tea in the delicate China cup and cleaned some cutlery I had missed from last night. Luckily I had some of the Germolene cream handy to put on the finger that was scolded in the too-hot water I used. Tsk!
Took this ‘Moody’ but not very good photographicalisation while hanging out of the kitchen window.
Out through the worker’s materials and along towards the Temporary Social Hut
versation going with the others.
off along Chestnut Way to the gravel hill up by the fantastic Tree Copse. It was too wet to risk walking through it today, although I had the time.
! I’d not taken it with me! What a Pillock! That was the end of that mission then. 
So, I thought I’d have a hobble around and get some pictures of this diary and the TFZer Site. Starting with the giant advertising screen, Victoria Cente (Mall).
Humph!
burdened with building all around me? Haha!
Did a Morrison Order for next week, while I waited for it to cook.
0222hrs: Up and doing the Health Checks first thin.
0222hrs: Down to move the things from washer to dryer. The stuff in number Two machine was still there, long after it had finished working. It might be one of the many new tenants who, like me, with a lousy memory and get easily sidetracked, deflected and redirected brain-wise. At least I can empathise with them. Hehe!
As I passed through the lobby door, I spotted a signing shelf and book on the wall. I assume it is for the workmen in case of a fire alarm? Ah, I see it now, it has the Willmott Dixon company logo on the notice on the wall. I get there in the end you know… sometimes. Hehehe!
Cor blimey, did lift number one shake and make scouring noises or what! Fritted me for a second or two.
I don’t know if it was the elevator incident or what, but as I was getting the clothes out of the dryer, Diahorrea Donald hinted strongly to me that I needed the use of the Throne!
ady to make the stuffing, garden peas and the cooked beef I got so cheaply from Fulton Foods Store in Bulwell. I perused the contents printed on the label. Beef (88%) Water, Salt, Peppercorns, Stabilisers, (Triphosphates, Polyphosphates), Tapioca starch, Dextrose and Sugar? Not sure if I fancy it that much now. Still, it might be alright.
You’ll have noticed how the blood from the edge of the can of peas I’d just opened is a lovely deep vibrant red. A healthy sign that you know! Haha!
Made a nice strong brew of tea in the big mug. Not easy to clean this, with it being tall and narrow – but on the plus side, it keeps the drink hotter longer. Plus, it has an excellent big handle on it.
Each time I get up from the computer for a wee-wee, cup of tea or to check on the cooking things to make sure I’d covered them, the erection outside still makes me jump when I see it.
Went to check that I’d not left any taps running or lights on and took this photograph down from the window
parking this morning, I must say.
The stuffing mix I made in the small foil tray came out okay. The cheesy potatoes were right.
The ladies got off at the Sainsbury Store, I went on to Mansfield Bus Station and got the brolly up. Walked down through the underpass and took this picture.
B&M Store and Pound Stretcher stores visited. Treated me to some chocolate nougat, and could not find any of the screw-lid tubs in either shop. Called into the paper shop to get a TV Magazine.
ded to make my way home straight away, I was feeling tired anyway.
The heavy rain kindly stopped and reduced to a few spots when I dropped off the vehicle in Sherwood.
I bit dodgy with the wet soil, but I got down without any Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas, I’m glad to report.
Got the meal served up. A good mix tonight. Farls with cheese topping, beef steak pie, garden peas, Marmite Crisps and sliced boiled potato with vegemite and Balsamic sauce dotted about. Hehe! The teeth suffered when masticating a little, but it tasted so good.
opped.
0230hrs: Woke feeling a tad unwell, but this cleared up after I noticed in the bin, the multitudinous signs of my patent nocturnal nibblings.
Anne Gyna was still bothering me a little, but Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were both 
found to be in a good mood.
As the day grew lighter, another unique looking skyline. Almost a beige/brown line-strip on the horizon, that soon changed a deeper blue?
Out to the lift and pressed the call button – realised I had not got the hearing aids in, so nipped back and got them in. Back down the elevators and out into the cold but sunny weather. The workmen were putting up supports ready to do the outside of the balconies on my side of the building. At least I knew where the banging and clunking was 
coming from. They were on the second storey.
Down Winchester Street Hill, left up and over the incline and down into Carrington and to the Doctors Surgery.
I departed and wandered down the road to the chemists.
Dropped off the bus and made my way into Bulwell Market.
The bags were seeming to get more massive now.
Got to the Tram Station and validated my Pensioners Free Bus Pass on the machine.
The train arrived in about twelve minutes, and I got on, and there were plenty of free seats for a change.
I alighted at the Theatre Royal, and with fortunate timing too.
Got the nosh ready.
, no signs of any brigade in attendance.
I took a look at the notepad.
I think that maybe it is a good thing that I cannot recall the nightmare. Considering how it has left me feeling?
0800hrs: Took a photograph of the amazingly coloured sky put there.
Nearly ten-o-clock now, I’ll maketh a cuppa and get the ablutions tended to. I nice long shave shower and scrub-up. The weather was so cold. I’ll put the heater on early in the wet room methinks.
to go into the oven. A big lump of smoked Cod. I don’t think much will be needed to eat along with this dollop of fish, so I decided tomatoes and one small potato would be enough when I eat the meal later.
Only a very short hobble, but despite my not feeling on top form, I considered a little exercise would do me some good. Better than being inactive I think.
Washed the pots up and settled to watch something on the box. Nodded-off and woke in the dark, with the noise of fireworks outside.
0150hrs. Back up into the mini-home.
Got the medications take and did the pots for next week.
Cleaned the washer filter and casing, got the stuff out and into the drying drum. Oh dear, what a mess in there.
Bit of a farce with the lifts again as I pressed the call button. Lift one was on the 14th floor, lift two on the ground floor. Number two came up straight passed my 12th up to the 13th floor. Then down to the 6th floor, down to the ground floor – at this time lift no. 1 starte
d to go down from the 14th passing my storey again, to the 2nd floor, lift two came back up and I was delighted to say, it stopped for me to get on!?!?!
0349hrs: Got the clobber put away and was amazed at how the weather had changed so quickly.
and the fog and heavy rain with me waving in between.
Making another mug of tea, and I dropped the wet tea bag on the floor. Bear it up, and getting back up again proved a more difficult and 
hazardous exercise than I needed at this time. Still, persistence paid off, and I did get back upright again… eventually.
0315hrs: Got the nosh ready.
Nodded and woke for hours, before eventually almost springing awake at the noise of fireworks close-by.
Medications were taken, a mug of tea poured and back to the computer to finish yesterday’s Inchcock Today and posted it off.
Worked on CorelDraw and CorelPaint Graphicationalisastioning.
TFZer graphic. Took me a few hours to get it anything as I wanted.
Just for the fun of it, I added text about my losing weight.
hich, is a little bit of a fib come naughty thing to claim when I posted it to Facebook.
Rubbish to the chute and then off to the bus stop along Chestnut Walk.
Dropped off in town and visited the Wilko Store. I got bleach, cleaners and batteries. Paid and off to the Poundworld Shop. They didn’t have any screw-lid containers. Got some nibbles and raffle prizes though.
I crossed over the road to go see if the Poundland Shop had any of the containers I wanted, in stock.
Passing Clinton Street again, and I noticed the roadworks fencing had blocked easy access to many of the stores there.
Hobbled along Upper Parliament Street towards the L9 bus stop, and spotted and photographed the rear-end of one of the new buses on King Street. This is one of the £17m fleets of Scania double-deckers powered by a biogas produced from sewage and waste, via anaerobic digestion. But you probably already knew that; I had to look it up. Hehe!
This group of Nottinghamians with the terribly dirty-looking dog, passed by as I crossed over the road. Seconds later as the disappeared down King Street, I heard the dog barking and growling?
The Nottingham Street Art from yesterday had been cleaned up but replaced with some more today. What was out of the picture on the right, was disgusting! I didn’t mean to miss it off, but I am glad I missed it now.
Enroute, two tenants got on the bus, but did not see me and settled for a gossip between themselves for a while. Ethel and Mary, it was. (I think that’s their names, I get confused you know, Haha!).
When I woke, I went to check on the nosh. Cut the boiled potato in half and topped them with cheese, into the oven to brown off a bit. 
Back to the £300 second-hand recliner and dined well.