Monday 26th March 2018
Latin: Martii Lunae 26 MMXVIII
(0057hrs) But updated to BST 0157hrs: Woke up coughing and sneezing, in a right state. Shaking and shivering for a few minutes. But as the brain engaged with the body thongs returned to normal and there were no signs of sniffles, coughs or sneezes? Had I dreamt this?
With surprising agility, I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner and into the wet room. Had a wee-wee. Inchies small lesion was tended to, cleaned up, and the PPs were changed. I changed the big clock on the fireplace. Then the one in the kitchen and the one near the computer.
Back to the kitchen, via the wet room for another wee-wee, and got the Health Checks done and medications were taken. Made up the listings for the Haematology Anticoagulation & Deep Vein Thrombosis unit.
Updated the Sunday post and got it posted off. A few comments read, appreciated and replied to. Then I went on to the Reader page.
The coughing and sneezing seem to be coming in short little bursts. After a minute or two, I seem to be back to normal, then sometime later, another round starts again? Very odd.
I put on a 1.5hr YouTube Chernoble documentary and watch it all the way through. Why? I’ve no idea.
Ablutions were tackled, medicationalisationing taking the most time. Thank heavens, for the efficient but expensive Germoloid Cream! Hehe!
I opened the window as far as I was permitted with the locks 
still being on, to take a photo of down below to my left. Had to get the camera-strap on the right wrist and thread both hands, one in each break, through the narrow gaps and stick my hands out as far as they would go, then look through the glass at the screen on the back of the Panasonic Lumix. I clouted the left wrist and the right knuckles threading the limbs back in between the plastic covered security-wires!
This served me right! My own silly fault. Especially after saying I would not take any more low photographs from the kitchen window again, because it is too complicated and risky to get out safely with the camera, and hitting my head twice yesterday morning, doing it then! I am a nincompoop!
And, also, as-well-as and besides; Can you see the dirty-great window shelves sticking out? The one on my windows is filthy with red dust, bird poo and large deep, dirt filled scratches on it already! But, the worst thing is it blocks the views. Very disappointing, another annoyance, aggravation, bedevilment, bug, vexation, exasperation, frustration, irritation and nuisance. Kindly implemented from the well-intentioned caring Nottingham City Homes and the well paid Willmott-Brown conglomerates, tour de force.
To irritate me more, there is knocking coming now from BBJ (Big Bad John) above. Frown!
I shouldn’t moan really at all. However, the niggles, appointment changes, workmen not arriving when they say they will, changes they make at short notice, the dirt and mess, the noise, the missed… Oh, sorry. I’m bleating, blathering and babbling on again!
Got dressed and made sure the black bags were sorted and placed near the door so I didn’t forget to take them to the chute with me on the way down when I went out.
All ready to go out, and a final double check on the taps, lights, computer, TV, windows, heaters, cooker and crock-pot to make sure I’d not left anything on. And off I went, dropped the bags down the chute, and into the lift. Stood there with my demented mind running off to its own thoughts, fears and frustrations.
It was a couple of minutes before I realised I’d not pressed the button for the ground floor. Tut-tut!
Out onto Chestnut Walk on my way to the OBergrippenfhureress Wardens Temporary HQ and Social Shed; I stopped to take this picture of Woodthorpe Court.
I didn’t see any tenants all the way to the hut. This seemed almost strange to me. Plenty of workmen milling about, though.
Got inside the hut and offered a cheery Good Morning to the wardens in the little room. Only three tenants in there. Plenty more outside at the bus stop, smokers I assume.
I was a little worried about Welsh Bill, mind. He looked fine and chatted well. But there was not a single insult, put-down or sarcastic comment thrown in my direction from him. I hope he is alright.
Out to the bus stop, with now at least 24 residents in the queue. The young gal from the residential home at the end of Chestnut Walk was in the line, and she made her way to me for a gossip, bless her cotton socks. She has lost some weight, and that is not good. I handed her a Tunnock chocolate caramel bar to nibble later. The poor gal suffers from Anorexia Nervosa and is Autistic. Many others do not understand at all and tend to treat her as if she is backward. This is why I always try to talk to her, but more importantly, to listen to her.
As it happens, we were both going to Arnold. So we sat next to each other on the L9 bus. I listened to whatever she wanted to tell me, and with genuine interest too, that is essential I think. Learnt about her Mother and her problems and her Sister also. I tried to encourage her gently, to nibble more.
We offered each other our farewells as she got off a few stops before I did. I hobbled into the Asda (Walmart) store and began a major-food-buying mission. Haha! No rush, but I kept looking at the time though, so as not miss the L9 bus back home, at 1115hrs.
The feet were stinging after half-an-hour of selecting fodder, but I carried on all the same. Got to the checkout and joined the queue. I filled up one bag and had to use another.
When the young lady told me how much it was to pay, I realised I had gone over-the-top on spending today.
£30.07! Blimus!
I had to use my card to pay them with. What a Plonka!
I thanked the lady and made my way out of the shop.
Before I even go outside, I had to stop and put the bags down, for a breather.
So heavy were the things I’d bought
At least I’d packed the heavy stuff at the bottom of the bags, so nothing got crushed or broken.
I felt a touch of guiltiness at having purchased the Fresh Cream French Horns. (Amongst other 
items, Ahem!)
I struggled to get to the bus stop, due to the weight of my bags-full of not-needed foodstuffs. Tsk!
But, Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were both being kind to me. Only Anne Gyna and the plates-of-meat were any real hassles. So, no complaints from me.
The automatic Asda petrol station that was over the road didn’t have a single customer all the ten minutes, or so, I waited for the arrival of the L9 bus. And, there was only one bloke apart from me, at the shelter?
The driveress of the bus was a friendly one. I gave the lady a nibble bar and said a few pleasant words to her when I got on.
I’d hoped that the girl from Residential Home might get on the bus en route, but she didn’t. Not many passengers were on the vehicle, but the driveress was chatting to some all the way back. With voices all going at the same time, I couldn’t hear what was being said nor join in the chinwagging. Shame.
No tenants got on in Sherwood either.
Back at the flats, and things got brighter, and the sky became a lovely shade of blue. So I took a couple of photos of my beloved if dirty, noisy and mayhem-ridden Woodthorpe flats.
Not many residents waiting for the bus either.
I think the workers were on there lunch-break because I could only see a few of them about.
I limped along to the apartments, having to stop a couple of times to put the bags down en route. A poor old thing, me. Hehehe!
In the lift foyer, and I spotted an addition to the sign about an upcoming meeting. So, we have a meeting about the new CCTV-System, the new Tannoy-System and the new Intercom-System! Jenny’s updating to guide us. More dust and mess on the way! Hey-Ho!
I’d love to go the meeting, but will I be able to hear anything being said, this time?
Up to the flat, and had a wee-wee, and got the Health Checks done. Sys back up high again?
I realised belatedly that I’d left the bags of shopping in the hall. So got them into the kitchen and somehow managed to get everything into the cupboards, fridge and freezer. I was a bit chuffed about this.
I checked the till receipt to make sure everything was there, and I had not been swindled.
Mind you, I needn’t have, not like when I go to Lidl, then it is advisable to check things.
Well, I’ll be a monkey’s Uncle: Had I bought a lot or what!
Total spend: £30.07. Huh!
I noticed I’d got the numbers wrong on the list above. Plainly, further reassurance of my lack of concentration?
Made a brew and started to update this blog, got up to here.
The noises from the workmen and BBJ were getting to me. Humph!
I decided to have sandwiches tonight for the meal. Porkpie and buttered Cob bread with tomatoes sounded appealing to me. I put some mushrooms to simmer in the saucepan with some light soy sauce seasoning and sugar in the water. Try saying that when you’ve had a few! Haha!
Did the last Health Checks, tool the medications, had a wee-wee and had a dizzy-spell while I was sat down. Cleare up quickly, though.
Went to get the nosh ready and served up.
Interesting new clanging noises from BBJ upstairs. You can’t beat variety. Haha!
This meal was followed with the digesting of the Fresh Cream French Horns. For once, I have to say I did not enjoy them much? But, I still gobbled them all up.
Went into the kitchen to wash the pots. The sky looked threatening, yet beautiful at the same time.
Had a bit of a dizzy while I was doing the pots. Tried to watch a DVD, and cannot recall much of what occurred after that.
Went to get the slippers on in the hallway, and blow-me-down, more gumph had been delivered.
At the bottom of the letter, it said: We also have information on our website. This site includes some short ‘myth-busting’ films about the sprinkler systems that we’ll be installing. I thought this is nice and thoughtful of them. 
I shan’t be doing this very often in future, though. The 
main reasons being the bruised knuckle, the strained back and my head 
Brother-in-law Pete sent me a photograph he’s taken in Nottingham City Slab Square the other night. Pete thought it was rather good.
Frikadellens, potatoes, mushrooms and battered onion rings onto the plate with a lemon mouse.
The pulse seems to be dropping over the last few days. I’m not sure if that is a good or bad thing?
I had another brew to replace the one that went cold and looked out at the row of street lights depicting the location of Winchester Street hill.
Got the computer on and began finalising yesterday’s post. I was doing well, and working between two sites, when the Internet went down, only for a short time, but enough for me to lose some graphics work I was making. Humph!
1000hrs: Dressed and I set off to call at the Social Shed on the way to catch at the first bus up to Mapperley.
she had given the Moussaka meals to a lady resident who is not very well, and she appreciated the muchly as she could not get out to shop. Jenny doing this made my day, it is lovely to be able to help others, especially those in need. Thanks, Jenny!
I ambled around and got £17.60 worth of fodder. No sign of the couple from the flats, I had a look from the checkouts, but couldn’t see them. We were going to catch the bus back together.
I saw the Belle Vue Lodge Home as I turned the corner.
As I carefully made my way down Winchester Street hill and the apartment building in which I dwell came into view, I took this picture of the flats. Not a soul in sight.
Got the purchases out and put away. Well, not the cottage pie. I got the oven warming up while I added a ton or two of grated cheese and sliced tomatoes on top of the meal in readiness for when the oven heated up sufficiently.
Got the nosh prepared on the blue tin plate.
Then and start another quick wash and when that one is completed, add that to the others in the dryer. I can get caught up that way. With all the recent Nottingham City Homes jobs done and the extra medical appointments, I have enough dirty clobber to fill the machine twice. Messy, but must be done. 
Down and getting out of the lift by 0208hrs!
Got the machine going and nipped outside to take a photo of Chestnut Way.
And boy did that washing machine shake, rattle and nearly roll off of its plinth.
Back up again to the apartment.
living in the flats, or see if Jenny would like to have them.
Up once again in the lift to the flat.
up the crystals and soap capsules tub ready for the next laundry session. I took it into the spare room and spotted this pigeon on the hoist supports, with its head down, bless. How his eyes opened so quickly when I took the picture, to enable me to catch them open surprised me. The camera did flash, though.
I made another brew, had a wee-wee, washed the pots from last night and started the computer and did some prep work.
There were two new information signs up on the notice board in the lift foyer area. They sort of shouted out the messages. I got a headache reading them! Hahaha!
I got the things folded, then into my laundry bag.
0419hrs, and 6°c – 42.8°f indicated on the electronic information board. I thought I’d done well to get it all finished by now.
Took the medications with a cup of milk. 
As I grabbed the carton of liquid, it gave way, and the milk shot put all over the fridge, floor and me. Got it cleaned up with just one difficulty involved. Getting back up after I’d wiped the stuff off of the floor tiles.
Back to the computer. Updated this post.
Got the ablutions tended to. The medicationalisationing went well too.
The rain had stopped, but more was forecast on the radio when I was shaving, and tonight they said to expect down to -4°c (24.8°f). Brr! And all those holes in the wall and windows as well! Grumph!
Then when the fodder was ready, I got it served up.
I woke to the accompaniment of what appeared to be klaxons sounding. I just caught hearing the end of them. I was confused somewhat, never having listened to this sound before. I had no idea of course, what it was or where it came from. I forced myself out of the £300 second-hand recliner and took the food tray with me into the kitchen and dropped them in the washing-up bowl and took a look out of the window to see if any emergency vehicles were on site that may have been the reason for this klaxon sounding. But the new layout of the window meant I could not see the ground below at all. I went to check the front door, no sounds were emanating from out there. I began to think I might have heard the alarm in a dream. I nipped into the wet room for a wee-wee. Back to the recliner and had a super-painful toe-stub against the cracked plaster on the frame. I never discovered if the noise was real or dreamt.
Down the park path onto Mansfield Road, up over the crest and down to the dentists.
Up to the top of the hill, and near the tree copse, I stopped on the bottom of the gravel path to take this photograph of the hoist and workers on my floor of the apartments.
Started to do this blog. After a few hours the door chime rang-out. It was young bloke from Willmot-Brown. Came to measure the gap left at the bottom of the balcony door.
Nosh – Nice but far too many courgettes and aubergines, especially with the INR Warfarin level being so low.
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.
Washed and cleaned up and into the kitchen to see what the weather was like.
Coming out of the wet room, I noticed something had been posted through the letterbox and had floated over and under the radiator. Being careful not to bang my head against the radiator this time, I bent down to retrieve the notice… and clouted my elbow on the heater instead. Hehe!
The leaflet was a warning of what was about to occur in the next stage of the flats upgrading. Then pamphlet was dated Friday 16th March, but I’m sure it only arrived yesterday, on Sunday? Unless I had not noticed it under the radiator? It included:
Started to create a TFZer graphic.
As I opened the door at the end of the flat’s entrance into the elevator foyer. The icy-wind blew in my face, making me shudder and shiver a bit. Brr!
As I departed the building out of the foyer doors, the sight that greeted me, made my mind up straight away, I will not be going out anywhere.
I ended up walking on the road along Chestnut Walk.
I ended up walking in the middle of the road on a bit of ice-free patches. But of course along came a car wishing to exit the site, and it was back to hobbling on the ice for me.
Updated to this point, and went on CorelDraw to do some Diary top graphics.
Completed Sandies Latest Film.
And when it came to settling in the £300 second-hand chair to watch a DVD and eat the meal, it was the same. In fact, I think I might have fallen asleep while consuming it.
The sky looked so beautiful tonight.
0300hrs: No need for me to waken and wait for the brain to join the body this morning. I didn’t have any sleep last night at all. Depressingly, my night’s activities were: Watching the 
-3°c outside, and it felt the same inside. And, I can hear you asking how is that then. 
Had a wee-wee. Made another brew.
I took a picture o this rather picturesque scene of one of the roads opposite.
I did notice down below, somebody had had the pleasure of being the first person to walk along Chestnut Walk.
kit with pigeon feathers, monkey blood, sparrow bones, an 
Or rather, billion-billionaire top Chairman, Michael T Fries, who earns $111.9million a year. And that is only from one of his companies. Naturally, he must get expenses as well and besides.
Got the nosh prepared.
Cleaned-up and off to the kitchen to make a brew.
This when it became apparent that it was snowing such thin flakes, snow-showers I think they call this type of weather. It seemed to be melting as soon as it landed on the ground.
, I found it interesting that on the same page, were these links.
A little snow shower had left the pretty picture opportunity for me.
I decided to get the vegetable tray made up ready to go into the oven late. Much later. Why I did this so early in the day, is still a puzzle to my befuddled brain.
What a shame. In my concerted efforts to get the tray back in the refrigerator, I decided I’d have to move some of the other fodder around to make room for it. 
Health Checks and medications were seen to.
Into the lift # two.
The automatic notice board sign was out of action when I got out.
expecting to find the item, but it it was in my pocket afte
strips, take-away food remnants with plastic cutlery and nub-ends.
washer to dryer.
I had to clean out the filter, cause whoever used it last forgot to do it.
position. Tsk!
To the lift.
Checked the emails next, and I’d had one from the surgery re the blood test. They had booked it for Wednesday 21st at 0905hrs, with Nurse Ann.
Had a wee-wee.
Seems that today rain that might be followed with some snowfalls.
Outside on Chestnut Walk, the place was busy with workers again.
Hobbling down Market Street, I noticed a Nottingham Cyclist going on the wrong side of the road going down the hill.
Down to the Slab Square.
I walked along passing the Jehovah’s Witnesses, a drunken beggar, the street-sleeper on Long Row, the newspaper vendor, the youths sat on the wall drinking cans of lager, the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists, two delivering Pizzas according to the box on their backs.
I took a final picture of the Little John clock and tower and made my way up past the man with his guitar singing the Praises of the Lord, at the junction of Queen and King Street.
Went to the kitchen and did the Health Checks. I notice Deana walking at rapid speed along Chestnut Walk.
I decided in the end, to have sliced potatoes with grated cheese sprinkled on then, and tomatoes sliced on top. But, I let me get carried away with the side-stuff again. Felt somewhat guilty after I’d eaten it. But, I did so enjoy it. Tsk!