A misty Sunday 5th June 2016
I woke around 0300hrs, passed some putrid scented wind and fell asleep again.
Jumped to life at 0440hrs, the memories of the dreams had lucid parts. I was definitely at Stalingrad 1943, no idea which side I was on, but I was ensconced in a battle-scarred building, had no food, ammunition or water and had a wound that had, wait for it… a Native Indian arrow sticking out of it?
The mind then considered the ailments, and I found that Anne Gyna was letting me know she was there, the sore throat a lot better, no coughing although I did sneeze a few times. Arthur Itis had bent the right foot to the outside right again, the itching across the chest and left arm had returned too. Nevertheless, Little Inchy was not bleeding, even if Hem Aroids was flowing again. Tsk! Overall, not too bad at all, though. Roger Reflux had gone down nicely as well.
But I must get a good wash of some sort early today… the pong yer know! And, also and besides, thankfully the rumbling stomach had eased off somewhat.
I pressed the down button on remote of the £30 second-hand Recliner, nothing happened, so I climbed carefully out of it and made my way to the porcelain to clean up the mess from Hem Aroids and get my clothes into the laundry bag, then made use of the accoutrements. Much blood, but it soon stopped after I’d cleaned, creamed and medicated the area.
Into the kitchen, kettle on and took this photograph of the dim view from the window.
When I looked at the outcoming photo, I thought the aliens were arriving?
Reckon it was the reflection from the kitchen light fittings?
Assembled all the thing needed for a good ablutionising session at the sink. Took a while having to collect everything from all over the place, forgetting where I’d put stuff when I moved it out to make ready for the shower work stumped me at times.
I stood in a bowl of water to soak and freshen the feet while I did me teggies and had a shave.
Tried to cut my toenails, but Arthur Itis was having none of that this morning.
Eventually after much hassle, I got it all done (Apart from the nails that is!) Made a cuppa and took the medications, then did the BP tests. Not too pleased with the test results this morning, though: Sys 133, Dia 66, pulse 70, temp 34f. Bit different to the usual. If I remember, I’ll do them again later. But I wasn’t feeling anywhere near as bad as yesterday, and no dizzies yet.
Well, up to now anyway! Hehe!
I thought I might risk a walk in the park and to the shops later, although being Sunday and no buses to catch back in case of bother from Anne Gyna or Arthur Itis, and they’ll be no fresh foods in the stores… maybe not? But I’d like to get out, fed-up with being stuck in.
Cleaned up the things from the stand-up bath. Thanks to Hem Aroid I now have extra clothing that needs washing and the laundry bag is nearly full – Humph!
Laptop on and started this, then finished yesterday’s waffle.
Decided that I would risk a walk out this morning, so set off for a hobble into Woodthorpe Grange Park, took my camera with me.
Plenty of dogs with tails wagging in the park. Stopped and had a watch of them on the way into Sherwood.
There were many of the Pavement Cyclist about too. If I’d photographed them, all the SD card would have been filled!
Got into Sherwood and called in the Co-op store. Spent a bit on the Special Offers. Walker’s Bugles and Blitz Towels. Got some English vine tomatoes, a fresh looking salad pack and a Newspaper.
I got some Vouchers at the check-out. One for £1 of your next shopping. One for 50p off your next shopping and one for 50p of any Co-op pizza.
Out and walked down to the bus-stop to see if a number 40 was due soon. I had time to nip down to the Wilko store and get a roll of black bags. When I got back to the bus-stop, the chap from the fifteenth floor was there. We had a natter, and I told him I’d bring the Sniper book up to his flat later.
We caught the bus the three stops up the hill and hobbled back to the flats. I took the bits back to the apartment and collected the book and took it up to his flat. He kindly gave me a cup of tea and let me take some photographs, from his windows and his kitchen.
His is a double flat. The kitchen is ginormous! Of course, it is for two people.
Lovely views. We had a good chinwag, and I had to leave because he was due to go out again. I thanked him and returned to my own single flat. It looked terribly cramped compared to his, but that is the beauty to me. Less cleaning!
I got the laptop on to update this, then did some graphicalisationing to use later.
The Nosh.
Appetising, Cod balls (No comments please, Hehe), Apple, radishes, vegetable crisps, mixed lettuce, great tomatoes, beetroot, red and yellow peppers, onions in olive oil and caramelised onion pickle. Ate some wholemeal bread thins with it.
There was a rather unfortunate incident, Whoopsiegangleplop with the small pot of low-calorie ice-cream, though. Tsk! When I was getting it out of the fridge I had to force it out a bit and the plastic bowl cracked. When I started to eat it I discovered that some of the shards of plastic had embedded in the food – and of course, idiot here got one in the mouth, and ended up with a bleeding gum. Hey-ho!
Took the medications and visited the throne. Good news, no bleeding from Haem Aroid or Little Inchy!
Everything I tried to watch on the box, I nodded off at the first commercial break.
Horrible dreams.
Nice one from the beautiful Patti, the artist, from Orlando.
I had the beef pie and two sausages from the freezer, tomatoes, potato chips and vegetable crisps for tonight’s nosh.
0430hrs: What a state I woke up in – Oh dear!
Took a photo out of the kitchen window down towards the road and car park with the intention of capturing the Fox on film as he trotted along the road.
Maintenance Kevin showed me his P700 camera and what it can do.
Got the bacon in the oven and tomatoes in the pan for me simple nosh.
Out and went to the Spar shop to get one of their £1 bacon butties as a treat.
By gum, Kevin has been so busy today.
Got the nosh done and watched the match eating from a tray on my knee on the second-hand £300 recliner… Luxury!
Leaving the shop, I couldn’t resist taking this photographicalisation of the three dogs where she had tied the lead to while she popped in a store.
Walked across the pelican lights and back up the hill and over and down to Woodthorpe Grange Park entrance, and up the tree-lined footpath.
Up to the turn off to the right to go down the gravel footpath and the wind really was blowing there.
Updated this to here and got the nosh ready.
Did some WordPressing the made another cup of tea.
funnyish.
This second one I did, I converted to sepia to see how it would look.and reckon it is
Good Morning Folks!
Then I set out on a walk into Arnold.
I plodded on slowly and limpingly now, the feet and right knees giving me some hassle. I got into Arnold eventually and called in Arno Hill Park to feed the ducks and birds some worms, seeds and earthworms.
what they are called) were out showing off their new babies.
I was glad I’d took the seeds for the pigeons but was amazed at the size of the earthworm pellets they ate.
I got off the bus and walked down to the park o hobble through that back to the flats, I noticed a most pretty flower coming up bravely, through the tarmac.
On and up through Woodthorpe Grange Park on the footpath.
Got in the flat and made it in time to the toilet… just!
Got the meal ready.
0400hrs: Sprang into life with a jump… the dream memories leaving me almost immediately. I hate it when that happens!
Ablutions and a bath, then out for a walk (Hobble then!) up through the park and down into Sherwood.
to yesterday.
Started the hobble back to the flats.
made me jump. (Jump inside that is, of course, my physical jumping days are long gone, Hehe!)
Up to the top of the path and right to go down the gravel footpath to the flats.
Got the nosh ready then, as I felt I might be about to nod off when I sit again.
Frequent waking up throughout the night, not a good rest at all this dream-filled night. Dreamt repeatedly of being in long corridors searching for a way out I think, being chased by, it seemed, everything. Animals; wild dogs, budgerigars, dinosaurs and alligators amongst them, along with hundreds of people, so many, they kept getting themselves clogged up in the narrow corridors and lifts and got very angry when I laughed at them?
It felt a bit nippy, though. So I put on my felt lined Flobbadob and Blobbadob hat on. Lovely and warm, but the stitching is coming loose already.
Had a breakfast meal for my evening meal.
Back down to the laundry room, to find that the machine had finished washing, but had left the clothes very wet. Moved then into the other dryer, then took out the clothes from the first dryer.
Flavoured the swede, carrots, parsnips, red onions and mushroom with a pinch of BBQ seasoning, Asda/Walmart vegetable flavouring and vegetable paste. (Seems alright, tangy taste to it)
The left knee gave way when I was getting the things ready to go see if Deana was in the hut. Busy gal Deana our Flats Coordinatoress. Photo, on the right taken yesterday at the Social Hour when she popped in.
Which reminded me of the state they left the kitchen vent in when they left, and I started to fret a bit. Hehe!
Did the ablutions and got ready and out and up the gravel footpath hill up into the park.
I pressed on down the footpath through the park and stopped for a while to look at the dogs enjoying themselves, tails a-wagging.
As I walked down the hill towards the Wilko store, I spotted that someone had parked on the pavement handily blocking the view of drivers approaching the pelican lights.
