Woke up at 0335 hrs, to the porcelain, and more blood from the rear end. Once more and I’ll have to see someone about this.
I made me a strong cup of tea and had my breakfast.
I looked fleetingly at the dirty marks on the kitchen floor. They’re still there, Tsk! Bent down to wipe one spot and the lower back started off. What a start, still bleeding from the rear-end, now the backs started. And just to make my morning, I had to pop back in the bathroom for a leak, and Little Inchy joined in with the others and he was bleeding. First time in three days too. I assume when I bent down, he got squashed a bit and this pulled on the lesion and started it off? After such a good day yesterday, I half expected some medical hiatus or other to come on today. Tsk!
Took this photo of my breakfast above, got the laptop on and finished the Wednesday diary off, and then started this one.
The Winwood Residents Meeting is at ten o’clock in the hut. I made sure I’d got the stuff to take with me for their nibbles. My mate BJ might be coming to the meeting, he missed last weeks but didn’t sound too keen when I asked him on the phone if he would be attending this one. Bet he does come, just to prove me wrong (Hehe!) He might call later, don’t want to phone him, because he is not an early riser.
I got my Grammarly assessment through email.
I’m definitely getting worse at this spelling and typing lark. Humph!
I had a quick look on Facebook.
Then set to work doing, or rather doctoring the graphicalisation I did yesterday for the TFZ gang.
I added some of the TFZ gals to it as spectators/audience.
Took me three hours to complete.
Now I have to rush about to get ready for the Winwood Community Hut meeting.
Tsk!
Still, it didn’t come out too bad, considering I was rushing a bit to get it done.
Got shaved, cleaned the teggies, and dived into the bath with its Radox and lavender antiseptic disinfectant in it.
Well, I say dived into the bath; more a sort of painful struggling into the tub – it was even more so getting out of the tub. Medicated the body sections requiring such treatment and got dressed in clean togs and departed the flat to walk to the Winwood Centre.
The sun was bright, but it was 0º f on the thermometer.
I arrived in the centre, quite a few folk there already. I gave them the bag of nibbles to use as they saw fit.
Popular little gathering each Thursday, I’m hooked on it now.
So pleasant to listen to the others and talk about olden days.
It got busier shortly afterwards, and then BJ arrived, late as usual.
A good natter ensued, they had a raffle for bits of stuff, and much talking and laughter was present all the time.
BJ (41) left, Ernie (93) right, at the WinWood Hut, Coffee Morning
I sat next to Ernie, the 93-year-old tenant, and BJ sat opposite me when he arrived.They pulled his leg for not coming last week, and he paid them what he owned them.
They pulled his leg for not coming last week, and he paid them what he owed them fro to weeks ago.
He won on a prize in the raffle again! Hehe!
The time flew and it was time for us to be kicked out of the hut, as Deana and Julie reclaimed their workspace.
I went to see BJ off at this car. He hopes to come next Thursday again, as he enjoyed himself so much.
Back to the flats and as I passed the laundry room, I thought I’d better get some done while a machine was free; then realised I had the Morrison delivery coming soon, so made a cuppa, visited the WC and got the laptop on to update this diary while waiting the arrival of the fodder.
Not arrived yet, so I posted the photographs of the meeting on TFZers Facebook page.
The Morrison delivery arrived, no paperwork with it, despite my asking the driver for it and he telling me it was in one of the bags, it wasn’t? Naughty boy!
Started to prepare the meal. I’d ordered a bag of pre-cut fresh roasting vegetables; Potatoes, carrots, swede, leek and onions. Sprayed them with cooking oil.
They took the same time to cook in the oven as the Shepherds pie, so they went on the same tray. Had three small, I say Small, slices of Irish Soda bread to dip in the gravy. Followed by a Strawberry dessert. Not a small one. Hehe!
The vegetables came out rather well cooked and singed at the edges, but that is how I like them. Superb tasting! I rated this one 9.4/10.
Took the medications and creamed and gelled certain parts of my flobby-like body that needed attention
I watched some more of the A-Team DVD episodes and nibbled some nuts when I woke up an hour or two later.
I noticed some mail had been delivered. The Nottingham City Homes People had kindly informed me that my Basic Rent had gone down this year! I was overjoyed, and then I read on, to find the Service Charges, Support Charges, and Health Alarm charges had all gone up! Ah, well!
They also made me aware that I could write to my Councillor, MP or The House of Lords?
The other letter was from the caring Severn Trent Water people, advising me that I owed them £312.26 for the flats usage and £256.12. For the old house, that has still not been sold yet!
That cheered me up no end that did!
Got down in my 1959 imitation leather arm chair with the arms that are collapsing when I lean on them, and snuggled into the deep luxury throw, and drifted off into a dream (Nightmare) filled sleep.
Woke for the umpteenth and final time around 0330hrs.
I assessed yesterday’s Whoopsiedangplop inflicted lump on the head and lower back pains. The head was fine, just a little sore. The back was intermittently offering me stabbing pains on and off, a bit like an electric shock? No pain in between the stabbing session though? Confusing this is.
Breakfast. Good Morning all.
To the kitchen to make a cuppa and have breakfast.
The light in the kitchen seemed terribly strong this morning. The knock on the head might be the cause?
To the WC, Little Inchy was fine this morning, no need for cleaning and not bleeding at all. Great start! Hang on, I had one of these yesterday didn’t I, a good start, then the Whoopsiedangleplop? Oh dear!
The haemorrhoids were not nice at all, not much bleeding, but plenty of pain. Perhaps when I went over backwards to visit the concrete floor eleven hours ago, it irritated them when I landed on my bum?
Got the laptop on and took the medications, finished Monday’s diary and got it posted.
Around a quarter to six, I caught up with my Facebooking.
Oh, dearie me… rain!
Did some graphics for birthdays, then thought I’d make one more cup of brew, and get ready for going out.
I took one glance out the window and decided to leave it until later.
Boy oh boy, was the rain beating its way down!
Got a bathing session and I cleaned everything, teggies, shaved etc.
Got dressed, and as I went out, I took the rubbish to the chute; taking care there was no wet to slip on.
Set off and walked up through the park onto Mansfield Road and into Sherwood. I saw the lady with the lovely greyhound and gave her some fuss, the greyhound that was of course.
Caught the bus into Arnold and visited many shops in the cold sunshine. The clouds became rather threatening. But no rain came.
I soon had a full bag of shopping; Lamb shanks, Irish Batch bread, BBQ sauce, tins of veg and soup, desserts, nibbles and TV paper.
Struggled to the bus stop and caught one back into Sherwood.
At the bus stop, the now famous ‘Have a rest’ bench was in a right state. It had lost another plank. Hehe!
I was waiting for the L9, then realised they do not run this late. So, I caught another bus and managed without any effort at all, to fall asleep and missed the Sherwood stop I was supposed to get off at. Humph!
I woke up as we were passing it, and got off at the bottom of Sherwood and walked back up to Winchester Street Hill. I hoped there would be an L9 or number 40 bus due, that I could go the two stops up the hill to, and walk to the flats and avoid the battle to walk up the hill.
The 40 was due in 18 minutes. The L9 after dinner bus in 46 minutes.
So I started the battle to walk up the hill carrying my shopping, and timed myself to see how long I took to walk up the hill and left to the flats. I found it hard to believe I had taken 18 minutes when I arrived at Chestnut Walk. Getting old yer know, just thought I’d mention it.
All through the shopping trip, the back only gave two episodes of the electric-shock-like pains. One in Asda, and one going up the Hill. So, I think it’s getting better now.
Got in the flat, well weary and needing the porcelain throne.R
Felt far too tired to bother making the lamb shank for nosh, so I got the last three lamb steak, burger whatever you call them from the freezer. I had put them in a bag to save space, that now meant, of course, no cooking instructions or timing, so I went on the web to make sure. 25-30 minuted in the oven. So in they went in a well-foiled oven tray because I could remember how the fat flowed out last time. When they were near ready, I kept soaking up the fat with kitchen towels.Got the carrots green beans and garden peas in the saucepan together after the beans had been cooked on their own for five minutes.
Put the small olive-oiled potatoes on the top shelf to roast. Got the carrots green beans and garden peas in the saucepan together after the beans had been cooked on their own for five minutes. It came out alright, I was glad I’d soaked up the fat as it cooked. Added some beetroots, not home made this time; but pickled. Rated this at 9.1/10.
Got the pots washed then flaked out in front of the TV, I was soon in the land of nod, I must have been tired even for me to nod off so early?
Firstly, A funny Solicitor bashing joke I found I enjoyed so much!
Monday 29 February 2016
Woke at 0245 hrs, to the porcelain. ‘Little Inchy needed de-coking and cleaned up, I put some anti-bleed cream on him, then returned to get my head down again.
Woke once more around 0600 hrs and shot down to the laundry room and got my remaining clothes done and dried. Returned and put them away like a good boy. All caught up now.
Set about trying to get the Ailments post finished, managed to get it nearly done, before I had to prepare myself and the things ready for the INR Warfarin blood test at the surgery in Carrington.
Got a most enjoyable (Even the getting in and out seemed easier!) bath, teggies done, shaved (Only three cuts this morning, well; I was rushing like), changed togs, assembled everything needed and went off into the cold sunshine for a walk to the Doctors.
Most pleased with the rate of knots achieved, it only took me 36 minutes to get there. I even remembered to take a photo of the new houses being built without any bricks as I could see the other day. I spotted some today, though, can you see them in the photo?
As I got to the top of the hill on Mansfield Road, a group of ankle-biters were walking up with carers. Each carer had four kids in hand, and the children clasped hands together. I was impressed with how each toddler had a reflective jacket on, and the way the little one behaved.
At the surgery, the wait for the nurse was a long one, but I had me Classic Car magazine to read. The test went well; even the bleeding stopped quicker today.
I was getting a little concerned with everything going so well now. Will something happen that will ruin things? Hehe!
I gave them their nibble-bag and set off to the bus stop and caught a Pronto bus into Mansfield.
I think the driver was in a rush, because boy, did he move at speed.
We were in Mansfield within 30 minutes! And that is 15 miles of heavily used roads we got through.
I poddled down to the precincts. I still looked a sad place, in fact, there was yet another retail outlet closed down this visit.
I called in the B&M store to see if I could get some more of those 15p tins of garden peas, but they had gone up to 25p. No cheaper than Morrisons and Asda, so didn’t bother with getting any. Had a walk around and saw they were offering a box of two Top Gear Specials at £5. I got a box. Along with two tins of Mini hot dogs and two tubs of cheeselets at 50p down from £1.50. I can give these to the Community Shed Social people to hand out on Thursday. I must remember to go this week.
Hobbled to the Poundstretcher shop further up, and got some bird seed for the ducks, mini chocolate eggs at 50p from 99p it said, and some wagon wheels for the Community Club.
Back to the bus station and caught the bus back into Sherwood. Had another bit of luck there, the 40 bus was due at the bus stop I dropped off at in only 16 minutes. So I nipped in the nearby co-op and got a small loaf of brown bread.
Back to the bus stop and caught the 40 bus up the steep hill and walked back along Chestnut Walk to the flats.
As I got in, straight to the porcelain. Then as I unpacked my bags, I glanced at the contents of the Royal Dane mini hot dog sausages. Mechanically separated pork (31%), Pork Meat (27%) Blood pork plasma, water, potato starch, salt, milk protein, glucose syrup, stabiliser, spice extracts, antioxidant, preservative smoked and cooked brine, water. Made me wonder, that in red did?
I bravely put some in the saucepan with a tin of curried baked beans to have later with some bread and the just out of date Polish cooked ham.
Got the laptop on and finally finished and posted the Ailments effort.
Got the nosh and took the medications with it.
I enjoyed it more than I thought I was going to.
Rated this one at 8.9/10.
Washed the pots and took a bag of rubbish to the chute. As I entered the door to where the chute was, a rather painful Whoopsiedangleplop occurred.
I bent down to open the chute and slipped on some wet on the floor, went over backwards and cracked my bonce on the wall on the way down, and landed twisting my back. I lay there feeling a fool for a while. Hehe!
I got back up without too much difficulty, but by gum, t’was painful.
Got the bag down the chute, and then fetched the mop and bucket and got the wet up. It smelt of something I could not identify; it was like a ladies perfume, but not strongly? It was even odds in the pain stakes at that time between the head and the back pains, Humph! My fault for not noticing the wet.
In future, I’ll remember to put the light on in the chute room before entering when it’s dark. (He says wisely and too late, Hehe”)
I just knew things were going too well today you know!
After that, it was ‘feel-sorry-for-myself’ time for a while.
Put some antiseptic cream on the head, and despite being on my limit for the day, I took an extra 30g Codeine painkiller. The back was now easily, winning the fight to claim to become the most painful of the two faux pas from the Whoopsiedangleplop.
The lower back pain was almost like an electric shock; that comes on when I move, but only seems to last minute or two at most, but repeated the attacks pretty regularly tonight.
This made sleeping a bit hard, but after waking many times, I did manage to drift off.
If a Vampire bites a Lawyer, isn’t that Cannibalism?
*****
Wednesday 24 February 2016
Photographicalisation by Sister Jane – note how she has managed to get something growing from the top of my head? Hehe!
Up at around 0400hrs, disappointed that I could not recall any of the dreams I knew I’d had.
When I stirred, the first thought was how much easier the torn muscle was, no angina hassle either. Then as I stood up, oh dear; The arthritis was back with a vengeance! Hey-ho! Amazing, but very pleasing was how Arthur Itis had given me a rest during the torn muscle hiatus, now it is easier, back he comes? Thanks, Arthur!
Arose and to the WC, thought I’d do my teggies while I was there – blimey, more bother. The blood I spat out was coming from the ulcers and cracked lips inner gums. How come, last night there were no signs of any problem in the mouth at all? Now, tender painful and bleeding? Humph!
I got a cuppa and took the medications, then made sure I’d got the things in the bag to take to sister Jane and Pete’ mansion later. I’d rang Jane last night to get permission to go and visit them. As long as I arrived between 10 am and 1100 am, I was granted approval.
I got on with finishing the 238 Quotes by Women on Men and Men on Women post at last. Must have taken me a week to get it something like right. Still, it is a long one.
So, I hope it goes down well.
Patti Beckert let me know the graphicalisation done was okay, and she is to use it in a post on ‘Humor Times’.
I found it too painful to drink my tea hot, and let it go cold, so limped (And I meant limped, that damned Arthur Itis is having a hay-day, Hehe!) back into the kitchen to make another brew.
Checked the emails, got an appointment through from the doctors for my next INR blood test next Monday. Then I realised how late it was. Must get something for the cracked lips and gums on the way to visit Jane and Pete’s Palace.
Got a shave and titivated up, best I could manage, got the bag of goodies ready, hearing aids, glasses, bus-pass, mobile phone and medications, etc. all collected together. Added some fancy bread to drop in the Community Hut on the way out. (But forgot to take it)
Down to the lobby, where I met with many of the other tenants who were waiting to go out and catch the bus. Gave them some nibbles and had a nice natter.
Got the L9 bus into town, and then the West Bridgford bus to Sister Jane’s estate. There had been a nasty looking traffic collision on Trent Bridge, a single decker bus was being linked to a recovery lorry, behind it car with an SUV firmly embedded into its crushed rear end, another car just behind, and a Mercedes skewiff on the pavement.C
Continued on when the traffic allowed us to and I arrived at Jane and Pete’s Towers and was greeted without a cup of tea and had to ask for one: Very UnBritish! Hehehe!
I gave them their nibbles (Box of chocolates, Potato sticks, packet of belly pork, Indigestion cure and a box of biscuits, they gave me a jar of jam and some raw minced lamb left over from their meal), then Jane gave me some advice on how to cook the minced lamb, as she was preparing some at that time. Very helpful hints and demonstration it was too! I adopted her method when I got home later to try and make my own effort at Lamb Stew if that’s the word.
Later I got on with sorting Pete’s laptop, the one I gave him so he could transfer his photos from the secret watch-camera I got him for Christmas.Basically, it needed a lot of stuff removing to allow more space so he could download easier and in far less time. This took an hour or
Basically, it needed a lot of things removing to allow more space so he could download easier and in far less time.This took an hour or
This took an hour or two, but it gave me the chance to play at being a teacher. Haha!
We had a break, and Pete disappeared with my camera.Later I found he had been around the palace, taking photographs of their three remaining dynamic pensioner cats he could find. I found these photos when I updated this tosh in the morning. Nice one Pete, had me puzzled a bit at first. Got me good he did.
Later I found he had been around the palace, taking photographs of their three remaining dynamic pensioner cats he could find. I found these photos when I updated this tosh in the morning. Nice one Pete, had me puzzled a bit at first. Got me good he did.
He then produced some coax cable he had left in his garage, and but a connector on the end, and presented it to me to use to try and get the CCTV at the flats onto my TV. A neighbour two flats away said he’d come and sort it for me some time when I get the cable. Much appreciated Pete, despite all our tongue-in-cheek insults to each other, we’re good mates. Cheers.
Soon we were back on the laptop, and got it going, tried it and Pete could now do what he wanted to on it. I felt well pleased and smug with myself! It was late now, and Pete wanted to go into town to get some things, so he came with me on the bus to town.
He had to shoot off quickly (He’s always been fitter, taller, richer and better looking than me, but it doesn’t bother me that he is the same age, got hair and can still ice-skate, run, cycle and gets advances from women, has lived in Australia, retired at 55, had £150,000 left him by a distant relative, is an excellent DIYer, still got his driving licence and a new car and electric powered bike and is tight as a ducks arse! … oh no, good luck to the lad that is what I say). Hehehe!
Those amazing clouds were still in the sky.
I caught the L9 bus, back to the flats.
I was as near to missing the bus-stop at the flats as I’ve ever been without actually missing it. If you know what I mean?
Woke up just in time. Phew!
WC’d made a cuppa and got on with sorting out the planned Lamb Stew dinner while Jane’s words of guidance were relatively fresh in my mind.
It was going well; I’d got the lamb in the pan, added some olive oil and warmed it through until the red had gone, drained of some of the fat, added the gravy, green beans, peas, onions and later the boiled potatoes.
At this point, I came across a hiatus that may affect other pensioners who may try for their first time to create this nosh.
I would advise you to keep some antiseptic cream nearby, for when you drop an onion off your spoon when testing how the contents taste by having a nibble and drop it on the top of the stove. Remember; The stove will be hot when you pick it back up to return it to the pan and get your little finger attached to the metal ring of the hob! It’s best, to try to avoid doing this if you can!
Eventually, the meal was ready and looking a fairly decent effort.
I rated this one, the bestest I’ve ever done!
Making this even better, was the fact that I have half of it left in the saucepan, to have tomorrow! Might try some chips with it next time?
Had to rate this shot at lamb stew at 9.65/10.
Tiredness loomed as soon as I sat down after doing the dishes, where I stayed for hours, only getting up to go to the porcelain a few times, nodding off, waking, nodding off, waking…
What can a goose do, a duck can’t, and a lawyer should? Stick his bill up his ass!(Oh, sorry! – Inchcock)
Monday 22 February 2016
Around 0300hrs, a loud voice bellowed out from somewhere that at first I thought was in my dream, and then I recognised that it was in the room, and I heard it without my hearings aid in? As I focussed, it became apparent that this was the ‘Alarm Centre Auto message, telling me I had activated my Health Alarm wristlet. A bit of screeching from the line, red light flashing, and then a voice came over the box.
A bit of screaming from the line, red light flashing, and then a voice came over the box. I couldn’t understand a word he or she was saying, nor recognise the accent. Luckily I have done this accidental activating of the alarm twice before, so I just said: “Sorry, caught it in error!” The operator spoke a two syllable word, whatever that was, and rang off.
Had to get up now, so much for my planned lay-in like? Hehe!
I wish I could remember the dream I was having, but cannot, just a feeling that I was enjoying it, lingered.
Ah well, I’ll make a cuppa then, took the medications. Made sure the Anticoagulation form was in the coat pocket ready for the INR Warfarin Blood Test later.
As soon as I got into the bathroom and started checking out Little Inchy (No bleeding today – yippee!), Bernard Cribbin’s Gossip Calypso song came into my mind, and it stayed there all day, I just kept singing the bits of it that I could remember repeatedly? For the younger readers, here are the lyrics to the song. I looked them up later. If you click on the Lyrics link, you can have a listen to the actual song. I don’t think they would allow this to be recorded nowadays? I loved it.
Gossip Calypso Gossip Calypso Hear all about it yak a yak yak Every woman up at the window Giving out the gossip and getting it back
Oh Mrs Brown, well how are you now, I tell you, I’ve had a shocking time with Ern and his stomach Don’t talk to me, my Charlie has gone and fallen down the stairs again,
saints preserve us Poor old chap did he hurt himself well, not as much as Alf that’s my cousin Freds boy I learnt from Fred, the doctor said, he’ll have to have his kneecaps straight,
Gor blimey singing
Gossip Calypso Gossip Calypso Hear all about it yak a yak yak Every woman up at the window Giving out the gossip and getting it back
Mrs Booze, have you heard the news that woman, you know the very fat one down at the corner Climbed in a truck, got stuck, they think that they never gonna get her out, do tell me Well I had a feller round and gave him a pound, to free her with an oxyacetylene welder Must send along some books, it looks like she’s gonna be there quite some time,
Cor blimey singing
Gossip Calypso Gossip Calypso Hear all about it yak a yak yak Every woman up at the window Giving out the gossip and getting it back
Oh, Mrs Ware, I do like your hair who does it, I go to Madame Pom-Pom round by the gas works With all that fruit, it looks so cute, I can’t believe it, it’s really you, like a film star Have you heard dear, a little bird has told me Mrs Tate’s expecting her seventh Well glory be, that’s three, she’s had since Lenny had his tonsils out, cor blimey singing
Gossip Calypso Gossip Calypso Hear all about it yak a yak yak Every woman up at the window Giving out the gossip and getting it back!
I got the laptop on and made another cuppa. As I did, the wind was still belting into the kitchen something rotten! The wind was also escaping from me as well. Humph!
Checked the calendar to verify the time for the surgery appointment was 1030hrs. (Gossip Calypso playing in my mind. Can’t stop it now!)
Finished off Sundays dairy, and started this one off.
Did some Facebooking and got a request for a graphic – I love it when this happens, especially from Patti. It’s so good to be able to do something for those who do a lot for me. Got on with starting it. Had to get a move on so as not to be late for the GP. Patti let me now he’d like one of the characters in a wedding dress so had to change it sharpish. I decided not to print it here yet, in case it is suitable for her until she has used it.
I feel amazingly good again this morning – I expect some hiatus or Whoopsiedangleplop to occur soon. Hehe!
Got a scrub-up and Jean, the lady I lent to her to view, returned them bless her. Asked her if she wanted to have a look see if there were any she would like to see from my shelves, but she declined.
Then I set off for the INR blood test at the GP in Carrington. I met Dean Walker, the coordinator for my block of flats on the way out. Gave her the Wholemeal Soda bread loaf, that saves me calling into the Community Shed on the way to leave it for her and Obegruppenfurher Julie, the other coordinator.
As I turned right on the way to Winchester Street, a fox showed itself near the fencing. By the time I dug into my bag to get the camera and got it going, it was too late, he’d hopped it back into the gardens. Tsk!
I’d gotten half-way down the Winchester Street hill when I found myself singing ‘Gossip Calypso’ again.
I proceeded in an orderly fashion down to Sherwood, left up the hill and down the hill into Carrington. I’d like to brag at this time if you don’t mind like: It took me only 38 minutes to walk there from the flats. (Smug mode adopted).
The beautiful nurse soon took me blood in no time – but stopping the bleeding afterwards took longer than it ever has before? Oh dear!
I gave her the nibbles and exited onto Manfield Road.Where I think, I might have qualified as Britains Most Effective Vacillator!
Where I think I might well have qualified as Britains Most Effective Senior Citizen Vacillator! I walked up to the bus stop on the right to catch a bus into town – Where I changed my mind and started to walk to the left and cross the road to grab a bus back into Sherwood – While waiting for a break in the traffic to cross the street, I thought, no, I will go into town and catch an L9 bus from there to go to Sainsburys and get some cashew nuts. – Then I thought, oh blimey, BJ is coming, and I walked back to the bus-stop near the surgery. – Then realised BJ is coming tomorrow; not today, and began to waddle back to the other bus stop, and realised I should have caught the bus from the other bus stop, and walked back to it, and did so. I worry myself at times yer know!
To the accompaniment of ‘Gossip Calypso’ in my mind, I travelled into the City Centre. There had been an accident of some kind near the Post Office, and a chap was laying down near the back of a van, with worried people who had covered him and put him in the recovery position. The CPO stood scratching his arse, as they awaited the ambulance or paramedic.
I caught the bus into Arnold, dropping off as Sainsburys.
Nipped in and hurriedly got a soda bread and the honey-roasted cashew nuts I was after – very pricey, but there you are.
No guilt present!
Paid the scowling til person, and I was soon back out at the bus-stop again and caught the same bus back to the flats.
The sky was beautiful once again, even if there was not so much sunshine about. I did some cross-wording and ‘Gossip Calypso’ came less often to mind.
On the journey, the skies darkened, although streaks of lightness permeated them.
I took this photo from the kitchen when I got in; well, after visiting the porcelain. The wind around the flats seemed far worse than elsewhere?
I realised I’d forgotten to get a TV paper to replace the one I’d accidentally thrown away. Huh! So I checked on the TV listing thingy. Some good stuff on tonight as well! But I have minimum confidence in my ability to stay awake to watch those I want to watch.
Made a cuppa and took the medications.Laptop on and I updated this diary.
I’m afraid I left the hot water running again, so no bath until it heats up again after 1800hrs, and I wanted to watch a film on TV as well. Still, as I said earlier, I’ll probably nod off, in any case.
‘Gossip Calypso’ continues to come from my lips!
Laptop on and I updated this diary.
Had the urge for toast for me fodder tonight. So, I got six small brown Soda bread slices and put Vegemite on two of them, Marmite on another two, and Blackcurrant jam on the last two.
A cup of strong tea and some honey coated cashew nuts for afters.
I couldn’t decide if the Vegemite for the Marmite tasted better, not that it matters, I love them both! Wonderful!
Took the medications and tried to watch a film on the goggle-box.
I soon nodded off, waking up around 0300hrs with the TV still on, and the wind howling again! Still, ‘Gossip Calypso’ had gone… Hehehe!
If a lawyer and a politician were both drowning, and you could only save one of them:
Would you go to lunch, play Tetris or read the newspaper?
*****
Sunday 21st February 2016
Woke up at around 0200hrs, and savoured the wonderful memories of the dream I’d been having, of course, as usual, only bits of it remain now that I come to record them here.
One again I was in a bombed out building, top floor, troops fighting all around the area, mortar fire, artillery fire and snipers all having a pop at me, as I sat there on a typewriter? Despite the exploding shells and collapsing building around me, all I seemed worried about was how to spell a word. I was not hurt at all, although bleeding from the end of my left-hand thumb? Odd?
Fell back to sleep, must have needed it for me to do this?
I stirred again around 0400hrs, and as I moved, I was very pleased with the lack of objections from the flabby bodies joints, Anne Gyna and the right leg too. Considering all the cleaning yesterday, this encouraged me not to temerate over my decision to get the living room cleaned up today. The many and large windows may not get cleaned outside though this depends on the weather.
To the porcelain without any hiatus, I found this oddly disturbing?
I noticed the BP machine that I found yesterday, and did the tests:
DYS 154 – DIA 70 – Pulse 89 and Temp 32.4. I’ve lost the notes about what the readings should be, but I feel extraordinarily energetic this morning! Says him with fingers crossed, Hehe!
To the kitchen to make a cuppa and take the morning medications. The wall thermometer indicated it was 57°f, and the wind was coming in through every crevice and crack through the windows, vents and the cupboards and drawers. I’ll be glad when they get this fixed and sorted. I need some vadiation from the Nottingham City Homes that they will be sorting it out when the modernisation of the flats takes place. But when will that be?
I opened the laptop and finished Saturday’s diary. Then started this one.
Sneezing a lot this morning I am.
Wheeler Gate Comparison
Checked the emails, and then went on Facebook. I noticed some good stuff on the Nottingham Now and then site. So decided I’d go to Nottingham and take some photographs of Exchange Walk, from the same angle as a 1950 one I have, then doctor them next to each other, think of something funny to write about them, and eventually post them onto the site.
I had a wash and did my ablutions, and set off on the walk up and through Woodthorpe Park to the bus stop on Mansfield Road. (They’re no buses to the flat on a Sunday).
Got to the top of the steep footpath and noticed some kids getting themselves ready to start a football match – in the wind! Thought they were so brave I decided to take the photo of them… then decided to go back to the flat to pick up the camera I’d forgotten to take with me – Tsk!
So back and picked it up and returned to the pitch in the park.
The referee had got then walking along the opposition team shaking hands like the professional footballers do! I was impressed.
Stayed a few minutes to watch them, again I was impressed with how they didn’t even try to do any long passes in the horrible wind.
I moved to the bus stop and only had 15 minutes to wait for a bus. When it arrived it was so full, crammed passengers all over the place. I was surprised the driver let us all on.
Once in town, I went to check the number 40 bus times for me get back near the flats. I had 20 minutes to get to take the photographs, not far to go, though. Went and took them, and made my way back to the bus stop, calling in the book shop (Will I ever learn!) as I did. Purchased a book by Sepp Allerberger, Knights Cross, a sniper on theEastern Front. £9.99 down to £5.00.
Back to the bus stop, just in time too!
The rain joined the high winds in making life unpleasant.
But it was nothing compared to the winds back at the flats.
After risking life and limb crossing over the road on Winchester Street and walking down and turning towards the flats, my rate of knots was reduced by about 80% by the vicious winds.
When I got into the flat, I made for the bathroom and the porcelain first, and the howling winds coming through every gap in the windows, holes in the walls and through the cupboards and drawers in the kitchen, made their way to the bathroom, and the toilet paper was blowing in the wind! Cor blimey Governer!
I searched for the TV paper I’d bought yesterday, for a while without any success. Realised I must have thrown down the rubbish chute with the other stuff earlier today. Humph!
Got the beef chunks on the boil, then added some veg to it later. I reckon I cut the beef up into small chunks, perhaps smaller than I should have – as they seemed to have disappeared when I stirred in the mix? Added some gravy and baked beans to fill it out.
It didn’t look very attractive at all, but by gum it was nice tasting! Rated this an 8.9/10.
Went on the web to see what was on the TV, and found four films all one after the other, that I could watch! Astonished at this, I decided not to do any cleaning today, rather treat myself to a good sit-in and TV session! Guilt did reign a bit, but I managed to overcome it. Hehe!
Not that it panned out like that, I managed the first film, only nodding off a few times, then watched the second one. At the first commercial break, I drifted off into the dreaming land of nod.
Woke a few hours later, but kept tossing and turning for some reason and waking myself up again every few minutes it seemed like. .
Around 0300hrs a loud voice bellowed out from somewhere that at first I thought was in my dream, then I recognised that it was in the room, and I hearing it without my hearings aid in? As I focussed it became clear that this was the ‘Alarm Centre Auto message, telling me I had activated my Health Alarm wristlet. A bit of screeching from the line, red light flashing, and then a voice came over the box.
A bit of screeching from the line, red light flashing, and then a voice came over the box. I couldn’t understand a word he or she was saying, nor recognise the accent. Luckily I have done this accidental activating of the alarm twice before, so I just said: “Sorry, caught it in error!” The operator spoke a two syllable word, whatever that was, and rang off.
Had to get up now, so much for my planned lay-in like? Hehe!
I wish I could remember the dream I was having, but cannot, just a feeling that I was enjoying it, lingered.
First lawyer: “You’re an unmitigated liar.” Second lawyer: “You’re a lowdown cheat.” Judge: “Now that the lawyers have identified themselves, let us proceed.”
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Up at around 0400hrs, bit of the dream I’d had still milling about in my head, by the time I got onto the laptop to record them, many had disseminated into the ether. Tsk!
I was trying to collect the fairs from passengers on a trolley bus of old. Folk kept running away from me. After much of this frustration I swapped position with the driver and he had a go at collecting the fairs in. He gave up after two stops and came around to the cab wanting to change back again. I refused, he disappeared and returned with the passengers, and they started to cram themselves into the cab with me? Somehow I escaped, as I jumped out of the cab, found myself in a giant inkwell, with a dangerous pen nib being dipped into it, that I had to keep avoiding. I recall being glad that I had learned to swim in this dream; Yes, I knew I was dreaming. I think I tried to wake up without any luck. I then ended up somehow in the gutter of the road, comforting a dying sparrow?
The right leg felt far less painful, and I arose to make a cup of tea and take my medications. A bit nippy again this morning.
To the porcelain, and found no blood leaking anywhere! Well done I said to myself. Had a good wash and did my ablutions, and then had a shave and accrued a cut on the chin. Huh!
I got on with doing some graphics for the “This week’s helpful advice accrued for fellow Senior Dodderers” post.
It was soon time for my mate BJ to arrive, and go with me to the Thursday Morning Meet at theWinwood Centre Shed. He was a little late; I did tell him the meeting was from 1000 to 1100hrs… or did I?
When BJ arrived, he called me just before he did so that I could meet him downstairs.
I got me bits and to the lift, and realised I’d left my hearing aids, so had to go back and get them. Down again, and met him in the car park.
We poddled to the Community Shed, and it was full of folk enjoying themselves, but 1040 by then. This was when BJ said he’s misunderstood my telling him the meeting was from 10 to 11hrs hours and thought I meant for him to get here for 10 to 11hrs? Nice to know someone else can get it wrong. Hehe!
We had a great time nattering away and listening to the other tenants. but we had only a short tie before they were packing up. BJ said he’d come again next week.
He gave me a lift to Sainsburys on his way home, bless him.
The shop had some of the almonds I fancied, I got them and quickly got out, just in time to catch the L9 bus back to the flats.
The sky was again unusual, in such as the clouds looked like they had been painted onto it again.
These photographs I took from the bus as we were travelling through Daybrook and Sherwood in the second one.
Wonderful dramatic clouds in the sky again!
When I got back to the flats, I was again pleased with the improvement in the right leg.
I got into the front room, took my coat off and knocked two photographs off the corner cabinet. Huh! I replaced them.
To the WC, then onto the laptop to do this diary.
Heeding the call from within for fodder, I got the nosh ready in between nipping back to the laptop.
Got the beef in the oven first, potatoes and mushrooms in the pans and added the parsnips to the meat later. Hoping that it all comes out correctly.
Patti Beckert would be proud of me today, I hope.
One giant mushroom with some small chestnut mushrooms, boiled potatoes, beetroots with orange bits, roast beef and garden peas. The gravy didn’t come out right mind. I used the juice from the mushrooms to make it as well. Tsk!
Took the medications. Managed to drop the tray on the way into the kitchen.
Tired out again now, I did the washing up and interned myself in the armchair.
For a change, I drifted off quickly, the TV still on when I awoke at 0215hrs.
Without any questionisationing, the last few days happenings at Inchcock’s Mansion in the Sky, have proven to be of infinitesimal benefit for him, in his quest to be of use as the WordPress Senior Bloggers Doddery Advisory Editor for Whippersnappers, and what they can anticipate and expect to be having to cope with in their later years.
No nonsensical airy-fairy Namby-Pamby these may or may not be applicable to all of the young shoplifters and drugged muggers in future years.
Each actual incident is described, and real advice offered. So that those nearing the Coffin-Waiting time of life can face it with the certain knowledge that they are about to tackle their final challenges, and can do so, knowing how Inchcock managed. (Fair enough he failed, but there you are!)
Incident One
The support-gloved removal of fodder from the oven:
You will find it easy to do this and singe your gloves and fingers. The pain will not bother you too much, however, because you’ll be suffering from the Angina, and this will probably what caused you to forget to use the oven glove in the first place.
Incident Two
Removing the new milk jug from the refrigerator:
Reaching in and getting some milk for your strong cup of tea, no doubt used to be an easy task?
Inchcock advises you do not use a paper coaster in an effort to keep the glass shelf clean in the fridge, like what he did.
You will find as you remove the jug, the coaster will fall off. You will naturally make a failed grab in an effort to try and catch the paper disc before it lands on the floor, where you will be in great pain from your arthritis and pulled leg muscle in retrieving it from.
Unfortunately, you will miss the coaster and drop the milk jug at the same time. Also, you’ll bang your head on the fridge door in your efforts.
Cleaning up the mess up, will prompt your backache and swollen knees to start giving you some stick, pain-wise.
You may well invent a new curse word like Inchy did, ‘Schramblackgustit!’
A new jug will cost you £3 from Asda.
Incident three
The bathroom Heater Costs:
Taking your bath and ablutions will be painful enough just getting into, and especially so, out of the tub.
Not forgetting to turn off the heater, then going back in two hours later to find you didn’t turn it off, can and will damage your finances.
On the plus side, it’ll be nice and warm in there next time you use the throne but beware of falling asleep on it like what Inchy did. Falling off of it can cause medical problems, and getting back up will be no picnic either! Remember to keep your Health Alert panic button wristlet on, but not when you are in the bath – this has also proved costly to the Editor in the passed. Tsk!
Incident Four
The battery operated dab radio in the bathroom:
What a good idea thought Inchcock, he could listen to his beloved Radio Nottingham whilst taking a bath or using the porcelain now he’s bought a battery operated unit.
He found the reception crap, and the volume available not high enough for him to hear it. The batteries don’t last long either. He also has adopted a regular habit of not turning it off after using the bathroom. He recommends if you take this route, keep a good stock of AA batteries in… and try to remember where you stored them too, important this bit!
Incident Five
Housework One:
Failure to remember where the sharp corners are on the furniture, particularly the electric fireplace that always attracts dust even though he has never used it.It makes such a mess
It also makes such a mess when he tries to help himself back up after cleaning the thing, it’s amazing how many times the truncheon, photo frame, and clock, have along with Inchcock tumble to the floor while carrying out this simple cleaning task. He’s alright now thanks, the bleeding on his ear-hole tab has stopped.
Incident Six
Mobile Phone charging calamity:
When charging the mobile phone, it is best not to forget you’ve put it on charge for two days.
Lack of incoming calls (Though understandable), could be avoided, thus, you will be reminded that the phone is still on charge when you eventually find it as it rings. If as with Inchy, you do not get any incoming calls much, you might try setting the alarm on the mobile to remind you of when it is fully charged? Of course being deaf, you may not hear it anyway. Still, it keeps the EE phone shop happy selling me the replacement batteries regularly.
Incident Seven
Cooking and Traditional Wood Dye:
A good bit of advice here for those few whippersnappers that may still be capable of cooking their own fodder in the later years.
When using your wood dye on your walking stick scratches, always, I say always! Put the can and micro-duster away out of view. Why? Well, you might copy Inchcock, and while you are setting out your food on the plate then realise you’ve left the open can of dye out on the work surface. Decide to screw back the cap on it and put it away securely. It is best not to let the thing slip from your arthritic hands as you screw the cap back on and as you make determined but futile lunge for the falling can, the contents spill right onto your lamb stew on your plate you’ve just served up for yourself! Humph!
Incident Eight
So, you want to read some of your book, called Leningrad:
A great idea comes to you, you’ve got an hour and a bit to wait for the bus, not long enough to do anything on the laptop, so decide to have a read of your book?
You peruse the bookshelf and can’t see it there? You will try to recall when you last had a read of it, was it in the bathroom, a search in there will prove worthless. You spent the two hours searching, getting annoyed with yourself. You’ll check your shopping bag, bedroom, kitchen and cupboards. You give up and set off on the bus to your doctors appointment. You get back four hours later, make a cuppa and look at the bookshelf again – and there it is, Leningrad, top right of the shelf? Annoying this will be!
Incident Nine
Another bathroom Cock-up to avoid:
You find out that Bicarbonate of Soda granules will work perfectly as a bath tub cleaner.
Just make sure you keep the packet away from your bath salts!
Mind you, if you too get them mixed up, you will get a good clean, but tingling sensation after your bath! Hehe!
Sue reports for jury duty as ordered, and promptly asks to be excused because she believes she’s prejudice. “I took one look at those shifty eyes and that cheap polyester suit and I immediately knew that he was guilty as sin!” she tells the judge.
“Sit down,” says the judge.
“That’s the defence lawyer!”
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Tuesday 16 February 2016
Up at 0315hrs. To the bathroom.
A bit of bleeding from Inchy, but the back passage piles were okay.
I got on with doing the diary, then took me medications with a cuppa.
I did this graphic above for my ‘Symmetry of Life’ post. Just another load of my waffling on about life in general. Then finished off the rhyme and posted that off.
Got a wash and change, all ready for the Asda delivery to arrive.
I split the Country loaf into two halves, put mine in the freezer and the other half in a bag for the gals (Coordinators) at the Winwood Community Shed.
When the delivery comes, I’ll take it down to them.
Made another cuppa, and started this diary going.
I rang BJ to see how he was; he was at the laundry. I told him about my intention to attend the Coffee Morning at the Winwood Community Hut and informed him I’d ask if he could come along to have a natter as well.
Asda delivered the bits, and I set off to the Community shed. Took the recycle box down with me and left it outside the caretakers rooms outside.
Deana and Obergruppenfurher Julie were both in the shed, busy as usual bless them.
Gave them their Country bread and an Easter egg. Had a little gossip and returned to the flats. Asked what time the Coffee Mornings were on Thursdays, and if BJ could come along with me. He’d be welcome, so that’s good.
Back to number 72, and rang BJ to tell him he would be esteemed to come along to the meeting on Thursday. He said he’d try to get here for 1015hrs.
Continued this diary after making another good strong cup of tea. An hour and a bit to go now, until I must set-off on me walk to the surgery for me Warfarin INR blood test, and have me torn muscle looked at.
So instead of getting involved in doing my graphicalisationing, I played on Spider Solitaire for a while.
Set off for the limp to the Doctors. Damned cold outside, although it looks sunny enough.
I called in the health food store in Sherwood en route, to get some Lemon Scones and Coconut crusties for the surgery staff because I’d forgotten to take their nibbles with me.
Got to the doctors with a lot less pain and hassle than of late from the leg.
The nurse soon got my blood taken, managing a little natter while she was doing it.
Out into the sunshine and cold, (odd day) and caught a bus into town.
To the slab square and caught a tram to Hucknall.
I stood first in line at the last of the mounting points to get on the tram when it arrived.
When it did come, the more nimble and aggressive Nottinghomians shot by me, and I was about the last person to get on! Swines!
The “Have You Paid” inspectors got on at the Theatre Royal, and three passengers were ejected from the tram for none-payment. Which pleased me greatly, because all three had been part of those who forced their way passed and ahead of me getting on. (Smugness overcame me!)
Whistling to myself now.
We got into Hucknall, and I made the rather long walk from the trams platform, across the Park & Ride car park, up the road and across another into Tesco’s car park, through that and into the store.ow
I got some Irish Potatoe Thins, small potatoes and vegemite. ow
On the way back going through the car park, taking the pedestrian red route as painted on the ground, a teenage scallywag came from behind and swerved very closely around me at speed on his bicycle. It shook me a bit and I shouted out “Git!” at him. He pulled up and looked back at me. Gave me the finger, and shot off at speed again. Tsk!
Onto the tram and returned to Nottingham. At the Forest Recreation Ground Park & Ride, I saw the tent for the Russin State Circus.
It looked in the photo as if it was in the middle of the car park. Hehe!
I dropped off at the Theatre Royal. I checked the time, and I had half an hour to kill before the last L9 bus from Queen Street departed.
So I had a walk around Trinity Square and took some photographs.
As I walked through the posh eatery section, all the tables and chairs outside together, and I estimated there were around 150 chairs all-together between them all. There was less than a dozen folk using them all told.
I took some photographicalisations of some ‘Bling’ for the gals on the TFZ Facebook page.
Made my way to the bus-stop and awaited the arrival of the L9 electric bus.
A rarity today, it came and went on time.
I struggled a bit, not to nod-off en route.
The leg was stinging a bit now, I made my way up to the flat and visited the porcelain without delay.
The usual feeling of fatigue came over me.
I made me nosh. And it was very nice.
Low-fat Cumberland sausages, BBQ chicken bits, beetroot, small potatoes, chestnut mushrooms and potato cakes.
Having had to use two saucepans and the oven to get this ready, the washing up took a while. Haha!
A blackcurrant jelly to follow.
After that, the typical struggle to stay awake ensued. Then I gave up the idea of reading and got my head down.
Well, I say I got my head down, agreed I did get my head down, but could I get off to sleep? No! Kept waking up every ten minutes it seemed to me.
