Saturday 14th May 2016
It’s hard to express the feelings I felt when I woke up this morning (0500hrs): Sullied, soiled, contaminated, begrimed and unchaste all seemed to fit the bill, along with the primary sensations of trepidation and unshakable anxiety. Why?
However, I forced myself to lower the shuddering recliner chair and attend the porcelain after a couple of minutes of deep and pitifully inadequate philosophicalisationing. The hiatus of making use of the throne prompted me to take an EntroLax pill along with the cuppa and medications I took shortly afterwards. Had a bit of a job stopping the blood flowing (Another pair of jammy-bottoms for the wash), from Little Inchy and Haem Aroids. However, Anne Gyna, Rea Flux and the right wrist and arm were being kind to me, so this cheered me up a minuscule I think.
While making the brew, bits, or rather sensations, about the dreams returned to me, they were not nice and I think shame was the overriding feeling?
Overall, I was not in a good condition mentally. Then, the flaming dizzies started, Tsk! Still, they didn’t last for too long. Then, more hassle, clearing the pots I’d left drying on the sink drainer, I dropped a cup, well, mug and now have only one unchipped mug left! Hehe! I’ll have to get another one later when I go to take the clothes and stuff to the Nottingham Hospice Shop. Hey-ho!
On the laptop and finished off the Friday diary and started this one off, did some graphics. Then did mucho Facebooking and it let me post okay this time. Some lovely messages and comments today.
Got the bags ready for the Hospice shop. Had a spit and polish, made sure I’d got the camera, mobile phone (Not that anyone rings me like, but I might have needed it for calling for help?). The hearing aids in, the little notepad of reminders, etc. and then did my ablutions and set off on me mini circular walk to the shops and back.
According to the NCC, Winchester Street has the second highest road gradient in Nottingham, and I certainly believed them when I walked back up to the flats today.
Good job I didn’t have a lot of weight to lug up it. But I do consider, although apparently I can’t run anymore, that little struggle to get up the 1-3 gradient stretch actually does me some good, and try to tackle it at least once a week?
Setting off out of the building and up the gravel footpath and halfway up I 
stopped, not through fatigue but to photograph a brave little flower forcing its way through to search for the sunshine.
I observed that the insects in and amongst the grass were beginning to move frantically about for some reason?
Up into the Woodthorpe Park and down onto Mansfield Road. Stopped again for a while, to watch the dogs taking their owners for a game of ball. Plenty of canines around and not one barking?
Walked down the hill into Sherwood and called to drop off the items at the Hospice Shop.
Then down further to the Wilko store, where I had a good rummage for some teacups, well, mugs anyway. I got three of different sizes. The offer on the Dettol had finished, but they had one on Blitz towels twin pack at £1.79, so I grabbed one.
Next port of call a visit to the Polish Continental shop. I got a loaf of bread and four thick slices of smoked belly pork with garlic stuffing and peppers. (I can’t help it, it’s delicious!)
Set off for Winchester Street and up the hill of doom… Today the weeds and plants were forcing their way through the fences and railing.
The Dogwood weed, I think it is called was looking so radiant and proud as its white flowers bloomed.
My being a Towny for so many years, now I’m almost settled at Woodthorpe Court in the semi-countryside, I have the pleasure of discovering these plants and weeds.
The way they force their way through obstacles never ceases to amaze me.
Also seeing how the young shoots (If that’s the right word) seem to copy their elders and come through the fence panels alongside them as in the last picture above intrigues me.
I pressed on up and back to the apartments, feeling a bit tired and weary but proud of forcing myself to have a bit of an extra exercise.
Visited the WC. Then put away the purchases.
I couldn’t help but think to myself; “How long before I drop one of the mugs?
Ah well, I can have two visitors at once now and give them both a nice strong cuppa. Hehe!
Got the laptop on and updated this diary.
Then got the medication pots sorted.
This took over an hour and many dropped tablets and pills encouraged naughty words to emanate from my mouth I’m afraid.
To the throne and much bleeding and pain resulted, but at least I was going again, so no complaints.
I got the cold meal prepared and very tasty it was too. All good, bread nice, mushrooms okay, pickled eggs, tomatoes and the belly pork was so appetisingly tangy flavoured.
Took the medications.
While eating it, I realised I’d not got the Alert Wrist Alarm on and I went to the bathroom to fetch it… Oh dear! Spent hours looking for it without any success.This really got me going and so annoyed with myself. It had to be a Saturday when I lose it as well, no one to report it to until Monday.
The recliner stuck and I thought “Hello, that’s the end of this then!” But it started going again, this was repeated a few more times over the night.
Losing the alarm really got me going and so annoyed with myself. It had to be a Saturday when I lose it as well, no one to report it to until Monday. And then, only if the were not ‘doing’ another complex.
I tried to watch a Jonathan Creek DVD, but kept getting thoughts of where the Alert Alarm might be and kept getting up to search: During these numerous independent searches I went through the laundry bag again, bathroom nooks, all the clothes pockets hanging in the hallway, kitchen drawers and bins, looked under all the furniture, shelves and drawers in the front room, checked all the shopping bags, all without luck or resolution.
Washed the pots up, (and even checked in all the saucepans for the alarm) and another call to the Throne came, even worse this one, Little Inchy joined in with Haem Aroids bleeding this time!
Getting myself a bit het up by now, and felt a bit down.Kept waking up throughout the night, and on some occasions, I went searching for the Wrist Alarm – why I don’t know, cause I only looked in places I’d already search, some more than twice. The recliner was shuddering a bit each time I lowered it to get up, this added to my frustrations and embarrassment.
Kept waking up throughout the night, and on some occasions, I went searching for the Wrist Alarm – why I don’t know, cause I only looked in places I’d already search, some more than twice. The recliner was shuddering a bit each time I lowered it to get up, this added to my frustrations and embarrassment.
I think I was awake more often than asleep, fretting away. Tsk!
trying (But failing) to produce a graphic I wanted, took me hours and hours to fail in my ineffectual attempt to get it right. Humph!
Parsnip or Steak and Potato? After much confuplicating and pondering, I opted for a tin of Mulligatawny and added a tin of red beans.
Called at the Community Shed to see Deana, lovely lady, as I hobbled on my way to the Chemists. A little two-way laugh, and I was off again.
Called in the Chemist and collected the prescriptions, almost filled my bag with em. Hehe!
Out to the bus stop and to Sherwood. Where, being so late in the day, I found there were no link buses to catch back up to the flats. Hey-ho!
I stopped and took in the wonder of nature for a while. And, there were no pavement Cyclists, very few dogs walking their owners, the wind was gentle.
Got the nosh prepared. 
Slept better last night and woke up feeling the knees were so much better stiffness wise.
I nimbly (For me like) got up and to the bathroom.
I prepared the vegetables and seasoned them in the Crock-pot slow cooker. Just turnip, onions and carrots this time.
Made a start on this one, doing the photographic touch-ups needed.
The rain is persisting still, not heavy mind, sometimes just spotting.
Kept waking during the night, unwilling to get up and that’s not me usually. Eventually around 0515 hrs, I lowered the chair (Thought I’d mention my new second-hand recliner again) and visited the porcelain throne. Performing the required motions was so painful again this morning, yet no bleeding from Haem Aroids or Little Inchy?
Got the ablutions seen to and ready for a trip into town.
The Nottingham Pavement Cyclist were out in number again today. Bought the Nottingham Post.
bits, well, a lot of bits.
Made my way to the L9 bus stop, slipping some seeds to the pigeons en route.
As I passed the end of Clumber Street the rain had reduced the usual numbers of folks gadding about.
Nice meal apart from the Asda (Walmart) BBQ sausages, they were a bit of a let down tastewise.
least one odd dream, and odd it was too. I kept climbing out of tram onto the roof and ascending up a ladder that was next to my Crock-Pot, my giant Crock-Pot. Every time I got near the top of the ladder (No idea why I was climbing it in the first place), I’d fall off landing back in the tram and starting again?
Hobbled to the Wilko store and got some Dettol lavender disinfectant (On offer at £2 from £3) Then on to Asda (Walmart) and got some Irish Batch bread, pots of mandarins in orange jelly, a parsnip, and carrots.
To the bus stop to get the L9 back to the flats and had a chinwag with some of the ladies that were also waiting.
Moved the washing from the cleaner to dryer, and nipped back to the flat to update this tosh.
I thanked the tenant and paid him his money. Getting the thing back to Woodthorpe Court was a bother. They got in and positioned for me.
Superb meal tonight. Fresh tomatoes, Anya Potatoes, roasted red onions, carrots and parsnips, polish ham with the last of the American BBQ sauce and a couple of slices of Batch Bread.
The large throw from the old chair sat next to it looking as if it felt sad (Hehe) covers it nicely without slipping off or moving me about.
Hobbled into the kitchen to made a cuppa and take the medications and as I perused the landscape outside, saw through the light mist that a Pedestrian Footpath Cyclist had, I assumed fallen asleep on the bench, his bicycle on the floor nearby.
Back into the kitchen to make another cup of tea, and to my surprise the bloke was still there on the bench, he’d moved position though from earlier on.
After another hour or so on the laptop, (still can’t get it right) I remembered the bloke on the bench and went to check again on him.
Got the fodder ready and watched a DVD while I consumed it.
Dropped off on High Street and called at the Estate Agents in Arnold and asked about the house for sale on Blake Road for brother-in-law Pete.
Crossed over the road and took a look at the high chairs in the Arnold Sofas & Beds Centre.
I limped to the Bargain shop and got a some Blitz kitchen towels and meal worms for the ducks and pigeons.
Then back through the market, avoiding the perishing Bulwell Pavement Cyclists as best as I could.I hobbled to the river to feed the ducks.
Up to cath the Nottingham tram at the station.Tram 
I got to the bus stops on Queen Street, the L9s had stopped running and the next 40 bus was no due for half an hour, so I had a wobble through the Slab Square.
Som folks were listening to a bloke on a microphone making fart-like musical noises that were supposed to imitate music I think?
Made sausage sarnies with mushrooms and beetroot, followed by two pots of desserts. Well!
Up at 0455hrs, spent a couple of hours graphicalisationing for a particular TFZ gal (Can’t reveal anything yet?)
Got everything ready, and set off in the hope of catching the 1239hrs L9 bus into town.
Being a little early to go to the hospital (Having forgotten about the Clinic helped – Humph!), I had a walk around and down Hounds Gate. Surprisingly few folk about here too!
Back to the Tram stop and soon caught a tram back into town – but what a ride!When the tram pulled up, I wasn’t sure who were the biggest danger to me,
I got off on Winchester Street, risked life and limb to cross over the road and made my way limpingly towards the flats.
Got on with the post about my mate Duncan Robertson, I’ve called it “Runcan Dobertson is arrested – Why?”
On my walk to the hut, I took this photograph of some daisies forcing their way through the grass.
Set off on my walk, up through the Woodthorpe Grange Park on my way to the Dentists.
Lovely and warm air today. I felt quite high in spirits. Then a lousy Nottingham Footpath Cyclist careered up the hill at speed.
But a couple of lady tenants came and we had a jolly good chinwag!
the fodder bits away.