Sunday 14th January 2018
Igbo: Sunday 14 Jenụwarị 2018
0230hrs: Not sleep much at all last night. The brain kept me awake with its noegenesis activities. But none of its ramblings and conclusions made much sense. It kept wandering, escaping from my already limited control; Off on its autonomous, intermittent spontaneous random creating of judgments on and solutions to just about anything and everything. All bunkum, drivel, fiddle-faddle, impracticable hogwash, poppycock, and nonsensical claptrap. I think I failed to regain any modicum of authority, over the grey-cells. I reckon because I was so tired and in need of sleep that these thoughts and aimless wanderings won, and I gave up. And just went along with it all, diffidently.
Sleep did not come. But, the digressional meandering mind stopped and returned to semi-logicality abruptly when it had to deal with a demand for my utilisationing of the Porcelain Throne, suddenly and urgently!
It would take several paragraphs to explain adequately the activities and incidents that followed on the trip to and in the Wet Room. (Farcical seems to cover it!) I tripped getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner. The remote control for the DVD fell off my lap, I stubbed my toe on the Ottoman and knocked over an empty (Luckily) bottle of spring water.
Got to the wet room and seated, once again, only just in time; Spurt, trickle yellow, done! Almost totally liquid. It seems that Trotsky Terence has a grip on me now. Cleaned everything up and knocked my head on the sink doing so.
Returned to the front room. Where a search for the remote control proved fruitless? I got down on the floor with the torch to look underneath the chairs, but no luck. Getting back up into a perpendicular position was a painful and lengthy exercise.
My recent thirstiness has not assuaged, and I made my way into the kitchen and made a mug of tea in the new one.
Then I did the Health Checks and took the morning medications. I dropped the dosage pot and had to replace some tablets that fell out onto the floor.
This further bending down started Reflux Roger and Hippy Hilda off. Humph!
Washed up and got the vegetables prepared and in the crock-pot ready to cook later.
Today’s selection is the last of mushrooms quartered, the sugar-snap peas, sliced red onion, and tomatoes.
I added some vegetable stock to the water. After which I noticed that it had (Oh dear) a sell-by date of January 2017 written on the box. So I dished it in the waste bin bag. Hoping that the vegetables be okay to eat?
In actual fact, bearing in mind the lack of rest and the Whoopsiedangleplops, I was feeling in fair condition. Which confused me a tad.
0325hrs: I got the computer on and finished off yesterdays diary and got it posted. Then made a start on this one.
0600hrs: I went in the kitchen to make about the eighth mug of tea. Flipping thirst!
It didn’t feel too cold or wet or windy when I opened the window and hung out to take these photographicalisations.
The one thing that struck me more than 
anything was that I had my hearing aids in and could have the pleasure of listening to the birds and chics giving it some wallop with their whistling, chirping and singing.
As I leaned on the ledge, enjoying the morning chorus, something flew passed quickly between me and the ground. I wondered if it might have been a bat? It would have been on the floor below level and was a black blur. But it might have been too large for a Pipistrellus? Do crows fly at night? The mass of Nottinghamian’s resting or working, burgling, mugging below, made me… Hello, the grey-cells are wondering again. Why can’t I just see a photograph without investigative delving into and getting insights and sub-messages from the brain, lately?
I reached here in the updating and went on the WordPress Reader. Some good stuff on there today.
Did the WordPress comment responses next.
Then on Facebooking.
0820hrs: Made yet another brew of tea and went on CorelDraw.
I’m a busy-bee this morning. Made up an Ode to the Night’s Thoughts regarding the top paragraph on here, using CorelDraw: Ode to the Nights Thoughts Got it sent off.
Checked the crock-pot vegetables. Coming on nicely.
Hello, Herberts knocking away again. Tsk! Still, not to bad at the moment, just the odd bang.
Sod-it! The funny turns have started. going to get down and put a DVD on and hopefully fall asleep, blimey I need it. Poor thing, Hehe!
I don’t know what went wrong with this unfinished post, but for some reason I forgot to post it? Probably when Virgin internet went down?
For what it’s worth. Here it is. Sorry folks.
Took the medications, made a mug of tea and got the camera, opened the kitchen window, leant out, and got wet in the light-soak-you-through rain.
Took the black bags and dropped them down the waste chute on the way down.
Walking by the parked cars and I could smell something acrid, but it did not smell like petrol to me. It appeared that one of the vehicles had or was leaking something and it was draining into the sewers.
They were coloured deep red and felt very delicate, and I just knew they would not last long. 
shoes letting precipitation in now as well!
Up Exchange Walk and I crossed South Parade into the front of the Council House.
Fungal Lesion area. This was turning into a struggle of a trip out for me now
Back at Chestnut Walk, the roadway was partially flooded. I think it was just due to the excessive rainfall and the drains struggling to clear in.
Sooner them than me up there. Hehe!
Got the mini sausages, sliced apple, halved min tomatoes with onion salt and lemon mousse on the tray ready.
In the kitchen, made a brew, and got the sphygmomanometer, thermometer, hypodermic, creams, lotions, medications, drops etc. out and did the Health Checks.
Foolishly, I opened the window to take this photographicalisation facing towards the City Centre, hiding over the hills to my left.
While tacking the filing of the paperwork, I realised that the Foot Lady Sue would be calling at 0930hrs to cut the now painfully long toenails. These are the feet, with the scars of endless old and new toe-stubbing escapades! Hehe!
Got down onto Chestnut Walk and realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Too late to go 
Dropped off at the bottom of Winchester Hill (Only two stops). Hobbled up Mansfield Road on the opposite side today; A change is as good as rest? Haha!
Over the hill and down into Carrington. And this Herbert of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as his rode towards me, and I had to move, there was no way he was going to! The git! I wondered as I turned to take this photo. I pondered on if he even noticed me! 
I was totally amazed at the skills of the two carers, teachers or whoever they were, with this group of young ankle-snappers, as they plodded along so organised.
But not for long. Reaching the downward part of the road, the Pavement Cyclists mounted up again. Humph!
I observed that the hoist on the block of flats was on my floor, outside the bedroom window. I noticed that some apartments were in the process of having the balconies done, to differing degrees.
Anticepticated things, and got the purchases sorted and put away.
Opened the sack of medications next and got them stored rotationally in the appropriate drawers.
Cleaning up the preparation mess from the meal cooking, I observed some smoke on the far horizon outside.
I put some Oriental Fish sauce on the cobs. Very tasty!
Back to collect it from the bench. And saw another load smoke in a back garden of one of the houses on Cavendish Vale.
At least this photographicalisation taken to the left came out okay and without any smoke in it.
The brain still hadn’t joined with the body in full consciousness yet, but it soon joined in when I stubbed my toe on the Ottoman.
Took a photograph of the car parking down below. All looking neat, and, a free space too and as well! Hehe! I couldn’t help but think if this was due to the death of another tenant last week. We seem to be toppling-over at a fair rate of knots recently. I’m not in a hurry, mind. Hehe!
Made a mug of tea, on to the computer and updated and finished the Wednesday blog.
Email in from the surgery with INR result, still a little high, but not critical methinks.
However, I did on this occasion see the crushed fresh cream cake box in the bin, from last night. This got the grey-cells working, and reminded me that after washing the pots from the meal, I took this box with the cakes on the tray to nibble in the chair and catch the crumbs! Back into the computer room but could not see the salva anywhere to start with. When I moved the recliner away from the comfortable chair… There was the tray! Quite how it got down there, I don’t know. But it offered me some exercise, as I had to move the chairs further apart to get to clean up the fallen crumbs from the carpet and chair cover, that I used the tray for in the first place to avoid! Tsk!
0644hrs: Made a brew and watched some YouTube fun while waiting for the fodder delivery from Morrisons.
The information panel in the lobby near the elevators showed 08:45hrs and a warm for February, 5°c.
Taking this photograph of the progress of the centre build new flats.
No idea what I did wrong with the cheesy baked potatoes; but bland and tasteless they were.
Into the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks.
Back to the Kitchen to take the medications. I got the Beta-B
Dropped off in a Wet but warm Nottingham and hobbled to the Poundland Shop on Upper Parliament Street. Where they had no pies in stock.
Then down the moving staircase and out facing Clumber Street.
Again it caught me, the fact that so few people were out and about.
IT must have been pelting down with rain while I was in the shop. Cause all the pavements were wet. I worked that out on my own yer know, oh yes!
It came over all dark, and the rain hammered it down for only about two minutes, then it brightened up again.
As the bus passed the end of Clumber Street, I tried to take this photo as the rain began again and we passed by.
A letter arrived via Nottingham City Homes.
The meal was enjoyed muchly. The balsamic vinegar in the sausages made them taste tangy.
Hung it on the TV screen.
I flung back the throw on the £300 second-hand recliner and observed two things immediately. The first being that after telling the nurse on Wednesday that the bruises, spots and blemishes had stopped appearing on the legs and arms, they were back again. Tsk and Humph!
The temperature on the window ledge thermometer indicated 1°c inside. It looked a great deal less outside. But I resisted opening the window to take the morning photographicalisation. Too cold! Hehe!
Adorned new PPs, washed and back to the kitchen to make a brew of tea. Took the medications.
I put the kettle on and sorted the waste bin bags out. Took three of them to the refuse chute, and returned to make a mug of Assam tea.
The skies threatened heavy rain, but it didn’t arrive. Just a few spots here and there.
Turning the rashes over, I found out how hot the water was. Huh!
Everything tasted great, I thought I might have overdone the seasoning in the tomatoes, but it was alright
Washing the pots and I thought I heard screaming from outside, which confused me cause twelve-floors up, there is no way I should have been able to hear it?
I initially opened the window to take this photographicalisation of the foreboding murky sky. But close it again post-haste, as the icy wind blew in. Brrr! 
Having the PPs on, made me brave enough, to stop on the way to the apartment and take a picture of both blocks of flat and the building of the new centre one.
soon.
It had to come. For so long now, I’ve been free of the severe ailments. Dizzy Dennis and Anne Gyna both came on at the same time. Also, the fatigue arrived so much earlier in the day than usual.
Got the nosh prepared.
Got the shakes and shivers this morning. I think this is due to the workers removing more cladding yesterday?
blood missed when I cleaned up earlier. Checked the bin in the front room had a black bag in it. Computer off, no alarms ringing or flashing, and then into the kitchen to look at the taps, cooker etc… and blow me down, I had three bins in there instead of two, and I’d missed taking a sealed bag that needed to be chuted as if to speak. Hehe! For a second I thought I must be losing it quicker than I realised. Had the Aliens been at it again? I went back in the front room and comprehended what had happened. I’d put a new refuse black-bag on the chair, and it had fallen where the bin would usually be, hence, fooling this old twit into thinking the container was there when it wasn’t! I didn’t explain that very clearly, did I? Sorry.
Set off, hobbling as fast as things would let me, to avoid my being late for the first appointment. On Chestnut Walk outside the apartments, the puddle near the builders compound was frozen solid. But I have to say, the new jacket was keeping me nice and warm. Mind you, I was moving at a fair rate of knots, for me.
I took this photo, he had just started to reverse into the traffic solid main road illegally!
Along and up and over the crest of the hill.
As the traffic started to move again, I arrived at the Surgery, straight in, with fifteen minutes to spare. Logged in with the receptionist, the one who has a perfect look of contempt on her face for me each time I go when she is on duty. She makes me want to apologise for bothering her. So compelling is her obviously trained look of unprovable haughtiness. I have to give her credit where its due. Personally, I think she ought to be dealing with the Brexit negotiations for us.
Up the hill and down into Sherwood, and up the incline and called into the new bakery, to see if they had any small sourdough bread or cobs on sale. They were… and I’m not joking, selling the bread 800g, at £5 each! I retreated!
Time to get the fodder served up.
I put the things away and went to make a mug of tea. During which, the innards burst into life, rumbling away. I made my way to the wet room and onto the Porcelain Throne.
Got the nosh prepared and served up.
Off out into the most misleading oh, so heatless sunshine.
Got off on Upper Parliament Street and walked through the Victoria Centre Shopping Centre (Mall) through to Tesco at the far end.
I attempted to take a ‘Moody Shot’ on Clumber Street.
In Tesco, I got some pork knuckles, jars of black bean sauce, sugar snap peas, brown bread thins, pork shoulder steaks and mini franks… how that packet of Fresh Cream Strawberry and cream doughnuts got in with the other fodder, is still a mystery to me. 
During the fifteen minute period that I waited for the late running bus to arrive, no less than three paramedics, two ambulances and a fire engine passed by. No signs of any police, of course, I didn’t see any officers in all the time I was in the City Centre.
I found this photograph of the meal on the SD card the following morning when I went to update this post.