Thursday 26th May 2016
Inadequate sleep, many horrible, or one long dream. Woke around 0200hrs and tried to recall details, but couldn’t. All those embarrassing things, errors, misjudgements and the like had come into my mind and muddled up. In them, I was showing great celerity and physically prowess?
0300hrs: I started coughing and sneezing, but not due to Rea Flux, he was working okay, so I expect I’ve gotten a cold coming on. And cold I felt too, the instant I got out of the shuddering recliner chair to make a cuppa.
Into the kitchen, the thermometer reading 62f. So it wasn’t actually cold, just me who felt it? Made a cuppa, took the medications and did the BP tests. All looking okay to me: Sys 149 Dia 75 Pulse 85 Temp 63f.
The stomach started grinding, I wondered if the meal last night was the cause? Mild dizzies too. Couldn’t help going shivery every now and then, hard to concentrate. Old age I expect, for sure that’ll be it. Hehe!
I got the nibbles, photographs and books in the bag ready for the Winwood Shed Community Hour later.
The rumbling and grumbling innards were no better, so I took some Peptac and Morrisons Cough medicine. I’m not sure if they work together or will cause more hassle? I nipped to the porcelain to try and pass to see if it helped.
Checked the emails. On to Facebook.
The Social Hours was a bit bare of tenants.
I handed in my prizes for the raffle, a tin of chocolates, a bag of sweets, a pack of Beef slices and bag of biscuits.
Mo, on the left here.
She seemed a lot happier today.
In fact, we all appeared to enjoy it today.
I’m glad to say that Mo’s arthritis was a bit easier this morning too.
93-year-old Eddy attended for a short while but had to nip off to sort something. A fantastic chap is Eddy.
This bloke left (Sorry, I’ve forgotten his name) who along with the lady in the bottom photographicalisation, run the Old Foggies meeting, both seemed a little lighter than of normal.
All good stuff.
The chap on the left doesn’t talk much, but I’ve got him chatting a bit bless him.
The organisation lady had time for a talk with so few folks in attendance.
She put on ‘A Face’ for me when she noticed I was aiming the camera in her directions, but she smiled so triumphantly afterwards.
I won a prize in the Super-raffle, the last one, a tin of peaches. Hehe! I gave it to William who I know likes them.
William and I stayed on a little over the time chinwagging – we were soon removed!
I returned to the flat and got the things ready for going to visit Asda to get the photos printed, but left the camera behind. Huh!
I was the only one to catch the bus into Arnold. Straight to the Photoshop and got the printing done. Then around the shop while I waited for them. Got some 125g mandarins in jelly pots 5 for £2, and a ready meal. Paid the lady at the check-out, dropped all my coins while trying to get the odd change for her, and back to pick up the photographs.
Over to the Fulton Food store, and blow me down, they had some of the tiny Blackcurrant and vanilla ice sticks back in stock. I knew the freezer was full but still bought some anyway. Twit!
To the bus-top and caught the L9 home, a nice word that, home.
Had to readjust things in the freezer again, but got the ices into it.
Call from NCH (Nottingham City Homes) hard to hear, think they’re coming Tuesday to start the Shower conversion?
I must see Deana in the morning, to confirm things, like, how do I go on without a WC while they take four days to do the job?
Cuppa and medications were taken. (Forgot the midday ones, Humph!)
For nosh, I had some fishcakes and fish fingers (Thus making room for the ice sticks in the freezer – cunning!). Now Brother-in-law Pete on his last visit had managed to get the jar of Peppers in oil lid opened for me, I had some of them too. Plus a cup of milk and pot of mandarins in jelly.
And very nice indeed. Wish I could remember where I bought the peppers from. Tsk! Took the medications.
Feeling well worn out then. Watched some DVD and then two hours of TV, and the Land of Nod beckoned.
TTFN all.
Messy job sorting myself out, but it wasn’t too painful today. Kettle on and made a brew and took the morning medications near the laptop as I started to complete yesterday’s diary post.
I got off the bus and waved goodbye to the lady on the bus, I called into a newspaper shop, got two copies of the Post and a Nottingham Bygones.
pelting down towards me, swerving in between the poor pedestrians.
Limped back to the flat and to the WC, Little Inchy still bleeding a tad, cleaned and creamed him up.
can’t miss or lose them here?
For Monday’s fodder ‘s I got the BBQ pork steaks in the oven for half an hour, then later warmed the seasoned BBQ beans up in the saucepan. I used the Patti Beckert recipe for the beans. (Thank you again Patti) Added the last of the tomatoes and consumed all this with some Irish batch bread. The sundae for afters.
0115hrs: After a few hours of trying to sleep with repeatedly dreaming similar nightmares about excavating tiny coffins from the red hot sand and soil in a desert somewhere: they were miniature coffins in sets/blocks of twelve. We (Me and several unknown others) would wet them and they grew to normal size instantly and we had to remove the contents to check for signs of Mad Cow Disease?
Many hours later I got the Crock-Pot minced beef stew in caramelised grave with onions and potatoes all prepared, added some roast potatoes, wholemeal sliced bread, with lemon yoghourt for afters.
Then I nodded off again, another rarity for me. I was forced into getting up and visiting the porcelain throne and found the proceedings easier that I have for a long time.Maybe the vegetable casserole last night helped?
Arrived in town and called into the Pound World Shop on Milton Street to see if they had any woolly hats in stock, asked an assistant lad and he said not. So I walked back to the Poundland Shop on Upper Parliament Street and asked staff, got the same answer, but I did find some Camping Hats and got one of them. Lovely warm lining and waterproof on the outside, even if I do look a plonker in it Hehe! I bought some Lotus Caramelised Biscuits 8×2 packs, and Haribo Jammy Chamalous sweets as well as the hat. Naughty boy!
Purchases some fodder: Lemon yoghurts, fresh mushrooms, a 5% Minced beef, Minted lamb shoulder cuts, pots of porridge, Brown craft loaf, Cod liver oil tablets and a pack of bread thins.
As I limped back, through the Victoria Centre, a git on a bike almost had me over as he sped through the shopping centre at great speed!
Made my way towards the number 40 bus stop. Being a Saturday the next L9 that goes all the way to the flats was not due for over an hour, so decided to catch the 40. I called in the Spar shop en route and got a Bacon Sizzler cob, aim to have it early, then the wait for the planned Minced Beef hot-pot in the slow cooker will not drive me mad with the smell coming from it cooking for six hours. Hehe!
I had a walk down into the Slab Square and there was a demonstration, peaceful mind you and some I think, Vietnamese students trying to get up a petition against cruelty in their homeland. I was going to take a photo of them, and the arrival of several policemen put me off.
the end of Clumber Street, I tried to take a photo of the crowd, but, at the rate of knots, that we were travelling at, it came out blurred.
On the way, I noticed the falling petals from the Chestnut Trees.
I’m Going off-line now, to watch the cup final and eat me bacon sizzler with a hot strong cup of tea and take the evening medications!
Laptop on and finished the Thursday article and posted it. Made a cuppa and took the medications, did the BP tests and recorded them. After which, I got the washing and accoutrements ready, then went as quietly as I could manage in the lift down to the laundry room. How time flies, it’s 0325hrs already.
0425hrs: Back on the laptop after making a Whoopsiedangleplop with setting the dryer mode. Somehow I pressed for ‘Woolen Dry’ instead of ‘Cotton Dry’, fortunately, the cycle for the woollens was only four minutes. So I waited until it finished, luckily having plenty of 20p pieces with me, and set it again at the proper setting. It displayed ‘1 hour 1 minute to completion, then seconds later it changed to ’50 minutes to completion’? Back up to the flat and added to this page.
Her exact witty words to me on sending the second one were:
For a bit of fun, I found a photo from years ago and doctored it with Jane as she was.
Walking to the surgery I espied to this gentleman had parked on a one-way street, the right way, but on double yellow lines about 15ft from the T-junction with the main road.
However, although she moaned about not having much time, she did look at the BP record and wrote down if the Sys is below 140, and the Dia is below 90 let them know. Which confused me a bit, cause the Dia has never been as high as 90? Gave her the nibbles, and made my way dangerously to the bus-stop to get one to Arnold. I say dangerously because of the two young ragamuffin Pavement cyclists that very nearly had me and a few other pedestrians with their weaving at speed through the crowds. By the time I got the camera out they were well away and mixed in the distance with the poor pedestrians.
Got the salad plate laid out, just added the potatoes and my lip were then smacking.
Did some more graphicalisationing and emailed Sister Jane, then Deana arrived: She was in a rush, gave me a reprimand or two, instructed me to give her the Wristlet if I found it later. She set-up the new one, then gave me a friendly smile as she left.
It was starting to spit with rain again; however, I ventured out for a walk up and through the park into Sherwood. Not a single footpath cyclist was seen en route at all, whatsoever… none, I was almost shocked! Mind you, the rain might have had something to do with it?
Hobbling by the copse on the gravel path down to the flats, I came across some of these flowers in amongst the weeds, dandelions, daisies and buttercups I came across.Wondered what they were like?
and brush, and when I’d dried them best I could and went to put them near the door, where I found some mail had been delivered – the left knee gave a terrible twinge and gave way. Huh! Walking about like a poor cripple for an hour or so. If I get to see the ‘Nice’ nurse in the morning, I’ll mention it to her, see what he says. The pain doesn’t feel like the work of Arthur Itis?
I departed, well chastised and dropped the beetroot jars in the recycling bin on my way up through the park and down into Sherwood to catch a bus into town. 
The City was less busy than yesterday. However, the pavement Cyclists were still belting about.
Then on the way to Primark to see if they had any of the ‘Loose fitting’ underpants in stock, I fed some pigeons on the raised display near St Peter’s Church.
The legs were getting a bit bothersome and the right foot turned making it hard to balance, so I made my way to the L9 bus stop.
Got in the flat and put some BBQ beans in a saucepan and sausages in the oven for nosh.
After waking up agitated many times throughout the night and having fruitless searches for the Wrist Alarm, I finally got off to sleep around 0300hrs and had some odd dreams again. The first and the most memorable was (Sorry the graphic didn’t come out well, but you get the idea?) about me in a room with floorboards with a hole neatly cut out of them. And, below was a blue ocean with a speedboat that was attached to the end of my green oven glove and I was attempting to tug it free? The second one I recall, I was in a delivery van I drove many, many years ago and had lost my shoes and could not reach the pedals? Odd?
Checked out Facebook. WordPressed a little, then made yet another brew in the small mug that is new, see, a poet I am, I tell you. Hehe!
Decided to do some cleaning today.
Back up on the lift to update this, and got the window cleaning gear out ready to tackle them later. Then down to collect the dried clothes. Another little gossip. And then back up to he apartment.
I nearly fell off the step ladder several times.
Weary, drained and depressed, I had the quick and easy meal of tomatoes and the remainder of the pork.
I sprang into life with such a jerk, I almost fell out of the chair! Within seconds, the instantly rememberable bits of the dream I’d been having evaporated and the need for a visit to the bathroom throne became apparent to me, along with the warm wet sensation of the leaking blood from the lower regions.
Onwards down Winchester Hill and up into Carrington and down to the GP surgery.
Dropped off and waddled into Tesco in Victoria Centre (Mall) and spent some money. I got a ready-made sandwich, chicken portions and potato cakes.
Busy, as I came out of the shop, I got a phone call. I thought it might be Steve Age UK, now titled Powher. But it was a Nottingham City Council chap wanting to come see te bathroom to measure and check it over. I told him I’d be there in about two hours.
I started to get this updated, then got the sandwiches and chicken and added some beetroot to them, and dined regally, but still worried about losing the wristlet, however, contended that hopefully, all the problems with and about the old house were now history!