Woke around 0300hrs, the mind once again, seemed hyperactive, disorganised and out of control, all over the place and no chance of getting back to sleep.The wind escaping just has not stopped
The wind escaping just has not stopped, but this is good I think. It might indicate that Trotsky Terence is on the wain, and each blast, for ‘blast’ is the only word to describe the way they escaped, came without a need for the Porcelain Throne (For a while at least). No control over them at all.
I felt that some self-comminatory thoughts about me and my actions were deserved, and felt guilty and ready to accept the coming storm or punishment in a gobemouche state.
0420hrs: Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Porcelain Throne. With the wind, gurgling and rumbling from the innards, I anticipated the worst, but things were not so bad at all compared to yesterdays sessions. Phew! Haemorrhoid Harold was still very tender and sore, though.
Made a mug of tea and took the morning medications. Health Checks carried out: Sys159-Dia71-Pulse89-Temp35.4 and the weight, I have to report – was the highest it has been ever! 14.91. Depression dawned!
Presumably, this was due to my not getting in a hobble yesterday? Must get a little one in today.
Made the weeks Health Checklist to take with me when I have my INR blood test done, hopefully by Nurse Nichole tomorrow.
Got Sunday’s diary finished off and posted.
Checked the Emails, WordPress readings, then started this journal off. Did the top graphic, then went on Facebook to catch-up.
Ablutions enjoyed, no Porcelain Throne demands, and the wind decreased. There was no bleeding from the teggies or shaving. Haemorrhoid Harold bled a tiny bit. Looking good.
Readied things and out to the bus stop. A big right crowd there when I arrived. Bill from the 14th floor had a chinwag with me. His big operation is due on September 4th, at last. He’ll be on his crutches for a while afterwards. I offered him any help I could with shopping or whatever. I’ll remind him again next time I see him and give him my Email and telephone number.
We got on the bus, and Bill dropped off on Mapperley top, to do his rounds of the charity shops for any Owl figurines he could find.
I alighted the bus on Lower Parliament Street and hobbled through to Goose Gate to visit the Chinese Shop to get some more chestnuts.
En route I came across this bit of Nottingham Street art. I think it was commissioned by some company before they went bankrupt?
But the Chinese place was not open yet, for over another hour. Humph! So, I wended my way up and took the scenic walk up to St Mary’s Church. Built in 1377 and right over the road from the Nottingham Goal, where they did the hanging and deportationing of the poor. Always the impecunious masses never hung a Lord, Earl or a Sir!
I hobbled down High Pavement (The top photograph above), and there was smoke coming from the roof of the Contemporary Art Gallery.
The pretend Police Officer and all other locals in the area were ignoring this, to me, a bit of a dangerous scenario. No one was interested in the white smoke. So I assumed it was nothing out of the ordinary and hobbled by and turned right at the end, where the trams were operational.
No wonder they had a diversion sign near the church.
I saw the sign that one of the five traffic lanes had been closed. This, was due to the closure of Broad Marsh Bus Station and Car Park, losing Nottingham Shoplifters, sorry, shoppers 200 Car Parking Spaces bring closed, and the buses have had to be allotted new stopping places all over the City Centre. Thus the other buses can’t get through now.
Cars were left dangling out of the side of a multi-storey car park in Nottingham after one of the exterior walls collapsed. The collapse happened overnight when part of a wall came away from the building at the NCP Nottingham City car park in Cumberland Place, losing 400 plus spaces to add to the 1,150 lost at Broad Marsh – Boy I almost feel glad they took away my licence!
I limped along towards the City Centre, took this Nottingham Street Art photograph and noticed how I had got twinkles on it? Later, I found them on several other of this morning’s efforts?
Can anyone out there figure out what I got wrong, please?
I took this photograph further up on Wheeler Gate.
A narrow one-way street that has been used for donkey’s years as a two-way through route for traffic. These pictures were taken in 1920, & 1969 photographed from the other end.
Walked up into the Slab Square to take a picture of the Nottingham Beach, and caught these trams in the City Centre Station together.
The weather kept changing and threatening rain, but none yet.
This should please the few who have visited the Beach today. Not many of them, mind. Can’t blame them really, the costs are high for the rides. Not that this dampened the spirits of the little Nottinghamians in the slightest.
Hehehe!
Noticed a lot of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists around today, but did not managed to get any to put in the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist Album… until now that is.
Took this of a right unthinking animal of an ignorant young git, as he weaved around and between the pedestrians, without any thought to their safety! With any luck he’ll get knocked off of it by someone one day, I’d love to be there when it happens. A trained First aider or not, if anyone else were injured they would get my first attention! The poor lady with the bag wobbled as he shot by so close to her.
But back to the compound and was the last one to the flats again. Poor old thing!
Had a chinwag with a lady from the 14th floor, got in and almost automatically went into the throne room, when I didn’t need to. Mind you, the wind from the rear was less often now.
Took the med’s and did the Health Checks. Wrote a note to remind me about the INR appointment in the morning.
Got some fish and tattie scones with cheese in the oven cooking.
Updated this diary.
Got the meal, soy sauce potatoes, tomatoes, cheese & onion scones, battered haddock fillet and a fish cake. Followed by the Lemon Mousse.
Didn’t affect the Trotskies as I thought it might, and went down very well. 8/10.
Got the Boon DVD on, and watched two whole episodes before the nodding-off started.
Had to get up for a wee-wee, and that seemed the end of sleeping for me. Tsk!
I don’t think I managed any period of over five minutes asleep without jumping awake and not having the slightest reason why?
0120hrs: Up and to the Porcelain Throne. No bleeding, but signs of Trotsky Terence returning. Huh! IT was still raining out side. Back into the £300 second-hand recliner and tried to recall the dreams, but all I could tell was that they were not nice again, no details.
0312hrs: Awake and in need once again of the Throne. Yes, Trotsky is coming back for sure. On the bright side, still no bleeding from Duodenal Donald or Haemorrhoid Harold.
Went to make a brew and take the medications and realised I’d not taken any of last nights medications. I took just one-and-a-half Warfarin with the morning dosages. Did the Health tests.
Nipped out on the balcony while the rain had relented a bit, and took this photographicalisation. A free unused car parking space was spotted down below.
Came back in, on the computer and made the graphic for the top of this page.
Back to finish making another mug of tea to replace the first one that went cold, and pondered a while on what needed doing today. INR DVTblood test at the City Hospital, call in the Clinic while there to see the rearranged op again. Call in the hearing centre in town, to get replacement tools for those I can no longer find or have lost so I can clean them properly. Then the train of thoughts went wonky again – how do I sort out the rota? Must go to the INR test first, then the clinic, then into town hearing centre – must take the brolly and walking stick with me in case Dizzy Dennis returns… Ah, but I have to visit the bank as well… Confusion followed by the oddest uncontrollable attitude for me. I just thought, “Sod it, it’ll sort itself out?” Is the old brain getting tired as well as the body?
Then, started this diary off up to here. Then got on finishing off yesterdays, and got it posted.
WordPress reading and Emails checked.
Worked out my hobbling route to the hospital, and to the bus stop to catch one into town, unless I time it wrong?
I just hope the rain is not too bad, but it looks set in at the moment. Tsk!
0550hrs: Might get some under-the-brolly photographs in today?
Went onto Facebooking for a while. Then started a TFZer graphic. Got it done.
Ablutions tended to, I changed into the togs and made sure the brolly and cap were in the bag.
Set off down the elevator and over and up the gravel hill footpath to the top and left down through to Mansfield Road.
As I wandered along, the rain stopped.
Not many people or dogs about, I can only see one of each in the whole place?
To the top of the hill and down Edwards Lane. Noticed some cars had been graffitied, took a photo of them, and when I got back much later to the flat to transfer all the pictures to the computer, this one was not on the SHD card?
To the bottom of the road and left going over the Pelican lights across the dual carriageway ring road.
As I limped along, whistling to myself and perusing the scenery over the tennis courts, what did I see?
Some Nottingham Street Art just outside of the outer netting to the courts.
Perhaps it had been thrown over the fencing along the road? Fly tipping they call it.
I was so intent on looking at this rubbish I tripped on some weeds and very nearly went over. Luckily being so close to the iron bars, I managed to stop myself going over by grabbing at them and holding on! Not any bother at all. No wounds or bumps.
Seconds later, this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist (Git!) nearly had me over then. Tsk!
I think I must have heard him coming from behind me. Proof for sure, that the new hearing aids are a lot better than the old ones, without a doubt! Unless I imagined hearing him approaching?
In the next few hundred yards or so, I got two shots of Nottingham Nurture, and both animals posed and gave me time to take the photographicalisations of them.
Although, the second one did not have much choice. Hehe!
No dizzies at all yet, doing well.
The French Bouille courts were well flooded, and the free-to-use (Although, I have never seen anyone using them) keep-fit equipment machines were going a bit rusty in places.
I turned right at the traffic island and up Hucknall Road, and called in the GUM Clinic.
The usual antisocial snotty Obergruppenfurher was working on the reception, and I asked if I could wait to speak with Dr Wieczorkowski – adding hastily and raising my voice a tad; He told me I could call any Wednesday morning and ask to see him in his Email!” A sneer, of an obviously well rehearsed and considerable superiority and in depth hatred, was visually shot back at me. The lips curled in well-practised and prize-worthy imitation of contempt. With a backwards flip of his head, off the disappeared, mumbling something I failed to apprehend.
Returning a few minutes later, and through gritted teeth and with an almost growling voice, as he pointed to the waiting room, verbally spat out; “In there and wait, it may be over an hour!” An odd, unexpected painful smile crept over his lips, and the faintest sound of a chuckle was audible?
I really have learnt how to annoy him back now. I put on my sweetest smile, put my head to one side and whispered; “Well, thank you so much!”
I sat down with the other waiting patients and got the crossword book out before I could take a look at a clue, a nurse came in and called my name and beckoned me to go with her to see the Doctor.
An embarrassing examination under the giant magnifying glass, with a huddle of student presentations. Then after he had spoken to and advised them after listening to their answers to his questions, they departed, and the questioning started.
My record was consulted. I will get a date for the op within a week and will be doing it at the QMC instead of the City Hospital. This is because my problem is so rare (The type of fungal infection he said) that they want to take this opportunity for the students to learn from the treatment. (Grafting from wherever, the knee maybe as I recall from earlier meetings with another medico, he did not say and onto Little Inchies lesion.)
Well, that went well and speedily. The Obergruppenfurher receptionist was not in sight when I departed, just as well perhaps.
Out and up into the hospital grounds and right, to the Blood taking hall. A few patients waiting today, about 50, but some of these would be waiting for the ladies only section. I got a ticket and sat down and got on with the crossword book again. They were nipping through us quickly today. I was in and be done within half an hour. Had time for a laugh with the nurse who did me, too.
Thanked her and gave her a bag of nibbles to share with the other girls, and out to see if I would be lucky again and catch a 40 bus just nearby to the clinic.
I turned the corner and just had time to photograph it as I missed it and pulled away. Tsk!
As I walked down towards Hucknall Road to catch another bus, I kept hearing a right loud double clanging noise?
Turned out, it was sunken and sinking further with every car, ambulance and bus that went over it, manhole cover in middle the road.
Even the bus came within seconds of my arriving at the stop? Worrying innit, all this good luck?
Dropped off in the town near the Victoria Mall and walked into town and down to the Nottingham Slab Square.
And took a picture of the beach and fountains. The rain had kept off, and a few people had ventured onto the beach.
But there were very few folk about, what with the storm warnings and all that, I wasn’t surprised. Some with their kids had climbed over into the fountains area and were apparently quite happy to get soaked. Hehe!
I could hear a lot of sirens and klaxons from somewhere nearby but had no idea what was taking place.
I hobbled to the hearing aid place and explained my stupidity and misfortune in breaking the plastic thingy that removes and replaces the wax protector on the new hearing aids. The young man patiently listened to my sob story, and asked me to take a seat on one of the green chairs and someone would come to see me, but it might be while before they are free to do so. I expressed my gratitude and told him, no problem. Then took a green seat and got the crossword book out, again before I could start on it (Like t the clinic earlier) Another young agent was calling my name within seconds of my having sat down. Brilliant Service or what?
Into the room explained things and he had cleaned the hearing aid and given me another thingamajig to take home with me within ten minutes. Thanked him and poddled out of the store, only to have to dodge another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist.
Humph.
Took this picture of some brave fools up on the high swing ride, as the weather started to get a bit more threatening?
Had a walk around for a while, because the L9 bus was not due for 45 minutes, but I enjoyed the hobble around, and the rain still kept off!
A final display of Nottingham Street Art was outside the book shop on Lister Gate.
I went in and bought a pack of five pencils and sharpener and eraser, for only £1.79. Also, a TV paper for next week. So I can work out which programmes to fall asleep watching. Haha!
Got on the bus at the same time as Horace and his Carer.
I feel pain for Horace. His handler always sits away from him on the bus, and I’ve yet to hear the man talk to Horace. The carer is in the seat in front of where I took a photograph from. Of course, it is not my place to criticise anyone, and do not! For I don’t know the illness, handicap or nature of things that poor old Horace suffer from. So I have no idea of what that carer has to go through while caring. I often meet Horace on my bus trips and have started saying cheerio to him. No recognition from him of course, and he can apparently only grunt. He loves doing this while pointing at things. Life can be so unfair to some folk.
Up to now, the ailments have been so kind to me as well, today. I feel almost guilty.
Back at the flats, I visited the Throne and put the new tool for the hearing aid in the box they came in, to try not to lose or break this one.
I shelled some garden peas and got them into the saucepan on the simmer. Out the onion bhajis and bubble and squeak cakes into the tray ready to go into the oven later.
Got this diary updated. Boy, am I making some grammar errors. Don’t know what’s the matter with me. I’m aware I do make silly mistakes generally. It took ages and lots and lots of correcting. Humph!
Nosh served up. An unfunny few moments followed. I got it all on the plate and had to go for a wee-wee again.
About to carry it on the tray to the £300 second-hand recliner to consume it, and the phone rang. Tsk! It was the surgery with the DVT blood test results. New dosages, as the INR level had dropped to 2.1 – this is not good news at all. It might mean the cancelling of the Little Inchies graft op yet again. A most off-putting possibility! They made the next appointment for Wednesday 16th, and I remembered this was the Tenants meal-out day and mentioned it. Rearranged for… wait for it… 0750hrs on Tuesday 15th. 0750hrs! Great! I queried the time, and the lady thought I was intimating that this was too early and said; “Well, you always ask for an early time for your appointments!” (Not that I get them usually!) I told her no problem at all and thanked her kindly.
Then a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. This was a messy one and required some cleaning up and medicationalisationing afterwards. So by the time I’d got around to digesting the meal, it was well cold! Grumph!
I thought about putting it in the oven to warm it up again but decided this would not be a good idea. So I ate it as it was. Actually, it was not too bad at all. If the phone call and Porcelain Throne had not interrupted the proceedings, it would have been super-tasty I think.
The walking must have taken more out of me than I thought because when I got the TV on to watch Boon DVD episodes, I drifted off and woke at 0130hrs, many hours later.
I recall musing over a dream I’d been having and must have scribbled this note, I found later.
0500hrs: Woke, and sensed and began to assess the old and new aches and pains, feeling so tired and weary, heavy eyelids… an escapage of rear end wind, and out of the £300 second-hand recliner and hobbled to the Porcelain Throne.
Arthur Itis was showing displeasure with the walk there. Trotsky Terence ensured there was no struggling in the evacuation session. Haemorrhoid Harold bled freely, the aroma that filled my lungs and the flat were rank and offensive even to me! I feared it would not be contained in my flat, opened all the windows later and sprayed air-spray all around, I nearly choked myself with that, never mind natures gifted aromas. Hehehe!
A new pain, in the right side of the rib cage, caused me to quantitate the situation for a few minutes. This newbie wasn’t akin to the pains from Anne Gyna. Although they do vary all the time, on their location, type and severity?
Even Reflux Roger kicked off as I limped into the kitchen, what a start to the morning this was!
The rumbling and grumbling from the innards started too, as soon as I had finished the evacuation process.
Made a brew of tea and did the Health Checks. Took the medications.
Before I could drink the tea, I needed the Porcelain Throne again. As I performed the evacuation procedure (At least the odour was less vicious this time, but then again the residue from the first one, still permuted the atmosphere, Hehe), the new stabbing pain on the right started again. Cleaned up the porcelain, myself and wiped the contact points with Dettol lemon sheets. The tummy felt queasy again, and Steven Shakes paid me a visit then. Plonked myself down on the WC seat and it moved so much I thought I was going to slip off of it. But this was a good thing actually – cause it took my mind off of the other pains.
Back to the kitchen and made another mug of tea for the one that had gone cold.
Took an extra Anti-Diahorrea capsule and a 60g Codeine Phosphate for the rib area pain.
The temperature on the wall thermometer showed 59°f.
Opened all of the windows to help remove the Diahorrea Donald donated smells. Haha!
I decided that staying indoors would be a good idea today. Mostly the Porcelain Throne room door? Hehehe!
Took this photographicalisation of the scene below, through the kitchen window.
Then leant out seize this photograph of the brightening morning – Clouted my head on the frame of the window.
This seemed to work a miracle. Diahorrea Donald’s rumbling calmed right down, and Reflux Roger eased off very quickly? Things appeared to be improving a little. I’ve no idea why, just appreciative that they are doing so. Very queer?
Off to the Porcelain Throne.
I started the completion of yesterday’s post, had a wee-wee, had a Dennis Dizzy and then, back to the Porcelain Throne again. No excessive aroma this time, and far less splattering and pebble dashing activity. Good!
Did some WordPress reading and checked the Emails.
Had a wee-wee, then got on with starting this post.
Realised I was to go to the HMV store to see if the Biederbeck Three Series I’d ordered had arrived.
I can’t remember how I lost the original copy I had. Might have disappeared in the moving into the flat?
No doubt about being one of my favourites. Can’t, well, dare not go out today with the threat of Diahorrea Donald lingering over me. Tsk!
Went on Facebooking. After a while, I got a reminder box come up – of the appointment for the INR blood test at the Doctors!
Panic, there was no way I could get there in time, I thought. Everything hurriedly turned off, no wash no shave, got the bag of tricks that was luckily readied beforehand and made my way down to the New Temporary Shed, in search of someone who could ring the surgery to let them know for me, and ring a taxi.
Got down and out to the hut, but no one was about. I decided to leg it down to Mansfield Road as quickly as I could and catch a bus into Carrington. Still found time to take this photo though, as I turned right down Winchester Hill.
Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis both giving me grief as I rushed as much as I could. Got to the bus stop and one arrived as I did so. Lucky!
Dropped off in Carrington almost outside of the Sherrington Park Medical Practice and got in quick. Chest legs, knees and all of a flutter, and flapping a little. I reported with the Obersturmbannführeress Receptionist, humbly apologising for being late, and she pointed out I was in fact, only one minute late?
Seconds later, Nurse Nichol fetched me into her treatment room and had the blood taken. Gave her the nibbles, thanked her and departed; Still wondering how I got there almost in time? Very confused!
To the bus stop and caught one back up into Sherwood.
Called at the Co-op store and got some button mushrooms, fresh pod peas and bananas.
Avoided the Big Issue Seller woman who has two mobile phones and is often seen using both of them, outside the shop.
Then next door to the cake shop and obtained a fresh cream iced scone thingy.
Then called in the Children’s Charity Shop, nothing of interest.
Further up the hill and into the Nottingham Hospice Shop. Bought two red saucepans that didn’t look in bad condition.
As I waited to cross the road, this car pulled around the corner and parked up on the pavement, and the driver just sat there. The thing of interest was what I think are tyre skid marks across the road behind the vehicle.
I also noticed the crack in the bookmaker’s window, where the scores led to? My Sherlock Holmes head was working. Then I realised the crack was the reflection in the glass window of the outline of the grey car. Hehe! I shouldn’t be allowed out on my own!
At the bus stop, several other tenants joined me, and a good chinwag followed.
Roy, took one of the bags for me to carry back on top of his four-wheeled-trolley. Bless him.
The fencing around the place was now having steel boards attached to them, still in the purple colour scheme. I’ll try to get a photo of them soon. Annie, one of the tenants with us, pointed out that when they are up, we will not see any traffic coming and will have to walk on the road to get passed them. I thought not, but decided against not agreeing with Gordie gal Annie, that was not a good idea, disagreeing with her. Hehe!
A laugh in the lift going up, and into the flat and onto the Porcelain Throne. Not so bad this time, methinks the new capsule earlier, was working well.
Put the food away and got the new second-hand saucepans washed and on the cooker.
Podded some peas and chopped a few mushrooms up and got them into the Crock-Pot on low.
Had a wee-wee.
Does anything stick out to you bout this road I pictured earlier? Something singular?
Started to update this diary again.
Went on Facebook to finish what I started earlier before the confusion about the INR blood test.
Started some more graphicalisations off for the TFZer site.
Very tired now, and the new pain on the right side of the chest is getting worse.
Got the meal sorted.
Had a fish one. Smoked mackerel (Not very good), tomatoes (Fine), Fresh garden peas (Very good), Surimi fish (Very good), Sliced roasted potatoes (Overcooked, but I liked them), Mushrooms (Good) and beetroots (Excellent). 8.9 overall rating.
Settled to watch some TV, but again, it was interspersed with nod-offs. Tsk!
0420hrs: Stirred, full of memories of the dreams and they all faded within seconds, Tsk!
A Trotsky Terence inspired visitation to the Porcelain Throne arrived and I responded to immediately. Not too bad this time I thought, but I was l left with stinging in the rear department from Haemorrhoid Harold’s sufferings. Apart from Dizzy Dennis, other ailments seemed calm.
Into the kitchen, put the kettle on, and back to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dearie me.
Made a mug of tea, took the morning medications with a Diahorrea relief capsule and did the Health Checks.
Sys 145, Dia 80, Pulse 89, Temp 35.8 and the weight 14.79 – then back on the Porcelain Throne.
Feeling very sore in certain departments now, Hehe! No idea why I’m laughing?
0530hrs: Got the computer going and finalised the Monday post, and began doing this one.
Checked the Emails and responded to them. Moved on WordPress reading.
Got the latest TFZer graphicalisation completed: Mary and her admirers.
Did some Facebooking. I turned everything off. (I hope).
Got the ablutions done. No shower as it was still too early and might the noise might annoy my neighbour, Joyce.
Got the things in the bag, and off I went out into the rain, and down to the New Temporary Community Shed, dropping off two jars in the recycling bin en route.
Into the shed, to find a young woman washing the pots in the sink, and a bloke spread-eagled over a chair at the first table, looking not unlike John Wayne did in the Sheriff’s office in the Rio Bravo film. No idea who they were, perhaps from the building contractors as personnel for the workmen? I espied four laptops all the same model on the table. One for Obergruppenfurheress Deana, one for Obergefrieteress Julie and each of the other two? So they must be working here I assumed, for the duration of the upgrading process. Which will be 24 to 39 months, according to the sign on the wall?
They’ll be a few us old ones that don’t see the results, then? Hehe! But I’m waffling again, sorry about that.
Julie appeared and told me Deana was in her office. I put the nibbles in the fridge for them. There was no rush (I thought). I waited until she returned to her laptop on the desk. Julie went into the office. Explained about the ‘3 Company problems’ and Deana took me into her office where it was quieter, to make the call to the phone company for me.
She liked the music they played for her while waiting in the queue for someone to answer her, and worked on her computer while doing so.
After while she was put through to someone who she thought would be an accounts persons, but it was the complaints department. After a lengthy discussion and I had given permission for Deana to speak on my behalf, she rang off. Told me I would receive a letter telling me the account is closed and a final Bill! I am to let her know when it arrives.
Thanked her and I made my out of the hut: Oh dear me, the wind and rain had got much worse since going into the hut. Hehe!
Looking at this later: I thought, is that a bird or a brolly near the middle?
Brolly out and up and back to the foyer in the flats to the left. Had a chinwag with some other tenants and them we made our way to the bus stop at the other units. Huddled under the recesses to the fire doors and caretaker’s (I use the word loosely) out of the wind and rain, there was no room for me to fit in. Haha! But I did have the new brolly that I could get myself under and keep dry. It coped very well with the wind too.
The bus arrived and a mini-stampeded to get on was very impressive considering the rioter’s ages. I was the last one to get on, but there were plenty of seats left.
Down Winchester Street Hill and right up Mansfield Road and many of the tenants got off the bus here.
I took this photograph as the last few filed out. Jenny’s other half on the right, Frank just about to rise to get off. He seemed a little less his usual cheery self this morning. Roy on the left was in good form.
On and into Arnold I decided not to go to the park lake in all this rain, as I carried on and dropped off on High Street in Arnold, almost opposite the Wilko store. The rain stopped as I did so. Over the Pelican lights and into the Wilko shop, on one last mission to try and find some Dettol Lavender disinfectant and Citrus underarm spray. I left the place without any of them, now assured they have stopped stocking them at all.
The light drizzle started as I walked up the parade and called in at the open market. No pod peas on offer, well there were some, but they looked a bit weather-beaten and old.
Limped on and called in the Boyes store. Came out less well off and with a Sinex Spray, Olive oil ear drops and a packet of Belgium Orange thin chocolates for the raffle on Thursday.
I walked along two shops and into the Savers store. Got some ear-solve, Listerine Lemon, Diarrhoea capsules and Foot spray.
Limped on to the Iceland store. At the busy checkouts, the queue I was in had a problem, the lady being served could not get her card to work. The poor gal on the till kept ringing the bell for assistance, but none arrived for ages. I nearly got trampled on by the customers as they migrated like a herd of buffalos to the other till. I waited patiently on this till, as another assistant arrived to open the third one. Watching the way of the humans responded and almost fought with each other to be first in line, dispirited me.
Plodded out with my New Mexico flavoured Pringles, Sourdough Batch sliced loaf, Jammie Wagon Wheels and Iced lemon slices, and struggling with the weight of the bag now. At least the rain was keeping off.
Limped over to take a look in the Fulton Foods store, but they had nowt in that interested me.
Then painfully struggled to the Asda (Walmart) Giant Supermarket, now really struggling to carry the heavy bag. Got two lemon frazzle desserts, a TV magazine for next week and two packets of ready sliced, battered potatoes. I used the self-serve payment booths. A bit of a farce because I forgot to put my bag on the scales, but a kind assistant came over and threw it onto the scale for me, and proffered me a nice loud Tsk! Then he muttered something I didn’t hear, as he wandered off to insult another customer, presumably?
Hobbled out and to the bus stop, just in time for the L9 bus back to Sherwood and the apartments. By which time I was ready for a visit to the Porcelain Throne.
Got the things sorted and put away.
Tended to the Porcelain Throne duties.
Got the kettle on. Did the Health Checks then returned to the Porcelain Throne.
When I came out, boy was it raining or was it raining!
It does not show in this photograph, but I could see as the rain eased nearby, the rain falling miles away to the West of the City.
Got the Computer on and updated this dairy.
The Grammarly programme is causing all sorts of a hassle since I could not get it to work on Google browser.
Had a wee-wee.
The door chime then chimed. (As it occasionally does – Hehe). It was Mary from flat 38, returning the DVD’s that she’d borrowed.
We had a chinwag, and I asked her if she could see my DVD’s on the shelves that she fancied seeing. She selected a couple and mentioned how much that she like the door chime. I showed her how it worked and she was even more in love with it. So we went on the Coopers of Stortford website (Where I got it from) and viewed the item. They had it in the sale, so it was £9 less, than when I bought mine! All good! Asked her if she would like me to order one for her, and Mary agreed with a smile.
I got into the ordering sections and realised I had not used this site since changing my banks, so the details needed updating. What a job, trying to find out where and how to do so. Between us, we eventually found it and altered it, and Coopers accepted the order and sent Confirmation. It should be here within five days. So glad that Mary liked this, it’s so nice to able to help someone else, instead of my having to ask for help from others.
I told her about my breaking the mirror, and we both had a look at Cooper’s, then at Amazon, but could not find any shaving mirrors on sale. Shame that!
I walked her to the lift, and got back in and had a wee-wee.
Then I got on with updating this again. For ten minutes… because Mary returned and rang the bell again, and, bless her, she had brought me two mirrors, a plastic framed shaving one, and a wall one, that she said she’d had not used for years and never needed – and offered them to me.
I thanked her very much indeed. Off she went, and I got the blue plastic mirror ensconced in the wet room.
That was incredibly kind of her, wasn’t it!
Pressed on with doing this update, but it was getting late.
Got the potatoes in the oven.
Had a wee-wee.
Sliced potatoes, tomatoes, beetroots, Chinese mushrooms, standard mushrooms, potato cakes, fresh pod peas and buttered Sourdough bread.
Afterwards, I had the odd nibble of the Texan BBQ crisps, they were okay.
Had a wee-wee, and minutes later back to attend to more Trotsky activity.Settled to watch some TV, but with it
I settled down to watch some TV, but with it being so late in the day for me, the nodding off soon started.
