Thursday 15th March 2018
Russian: Четверг, 15 марта 2018 года
0000hrs: Woke up with a medley of confused thoughts about what needed doing today. Morrisons, Social, Dentist… no, that’s been moved to next week I think. Fire meeting, Upgrading meeting, GUM Clinic and I need the Porcelain Throne!
The farcical folderol of getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner was even more of a travail than yesterday, thanks to Arthur Itis and Hippy Hilda. Once perpendicular but tottering a tad, I went off to the wet room.
The Dia-limit tablets had appeared to do the job of steadying down Trotsky Terence somewhat. But the fat torpedo that evacuated seemed to have torn off the tops of most of the haemorrhoids en route, and the blood flowed. Leaving me with some beautiful red splatter patterns to clean up. Hehe!
To the kitchen to do the Health Checks.
Took the meds with water, a brew of tea and to the computer.
Computer started, and I checked the diary and calendar for things needing attention today. I thought of Jenny and hoped she had got her internet back on. I regret not being able to help her with this last night.
Made a start on this post up to here, then saved it and started to finalise yesterdays diary. Got it sorted and done by 0220hrs.
Went on to the WordPress Reader. Some great stuff on today.
Pondered on the tasks ahead. Morrison Delivery 0630>0730hrs, Social Hour 1000hrs, Fire Meeting 12.30hrs, the GUM Clinic… oh no, that’s been cancelled now, to be rearranged again.
0300hrs: Tried Facebooking.
On CorelDrawing. There are the results:
Bit more prep work on CorelDraw.
Did the ablutions earlier than usual.
Made a brew and took the photographs below from the kitchen window to the left then the right. Sprinkling with rain at the time.
0630hrs: Expecting the Morrison delivery within the next hour. Did some more CorelDrawing while I was waiting.
The Morrison man arrived, nice chap he was, carried the stuff through to the kitchen for me. I seem to have a lot of things again? Tsk! The fridge and freezer were soon full up, cram-packed again.
Gawd, the noise seemed to be coming from everywhere with the windows being done so close by to me.
Got it put away and made another brew, had a wee-wee and made the order up for Morrisons for next week. Collected up the raffle prizes and nibble box and set off out to the Obergruppenfuress Warden Hut for the Social Hour.
Had a job to get a lift, with the workmen and deliverymen moving furniture and stuff into Norman’s old flat, for the new tenants. Whoever they are.
They took their things out, and I got into the lift.
Much mess on the floor again, gonna be a headache for the poor old caretaker.
I noticed that a beetle was back for a visit, no signs of its mate, though.
Jenny’s Frank was in the foyer on his way out. We left together, but he then speeded up like Superman, leaving me in his wake, as he almost jogged to the cabin.
A few spots of rain fell.
Not too many folks in there today. But sounded boisterous and happy.
I gave Wardens Deana and Julie their usual Polish sourdough loaf, then made a bee-line for Jenny, to ask how her internet connection was. She told me that the workmen doing the outside of the building had cut the cable wire! But they (Virgin Media) had been out and got it going again now. That pleased me. The being reconnected I mean, not the workers severing the wire! Blimey, these works are causing some hassle for us old people!
Jenny handed me the nibble box I’d forgotten to collect. BJ was in attendance, Bill (William on Sundays), John and me sat at the same table. I handed round the newly stocked from my carrier bag of nibbles.
Bought some raffle tickets and handed them out to a couple of the girls.
Ended up doing the crossword book, until it was time to depart. I checked with Jenny to make sure this Fire Session at the shed, started at 1230hrs. (I’d be lost without Jenny’s help!)
I left, and Frank was going my way, this time he left me in his wake again, going in the 
opposite direction. Hehe!
The rain was now persistent, but very fine.
I got a feeling via my EQ that the rest of the day held some not good things for me. I’m rarely wrong with these senses and emotions, you know. The plates-of-meat and Arthur 
Itis were a tad bothersome.
Got in the flat and had a wee-wee.
1125hrs: Just over an hour to go before I have to go out again to the meeting. I got in the lift and up to the apartment. Getting out of the elevator, I could see the moving folks were still hard at it getting the furniture into Norman’s old flat. RIP Norman.
Had a wee-wee. Made a brew and did the Health Checks.
I got the computer on to update this diary.
Spent the rest of the available time on CorelDrawing updates.
A bloke from Nottingham City Homes called from the Fire Regulation and Procedure questionnaire.
I see that Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana did forget to advise them on the possibility that I a will not be available. See, I knew this would happen, the old EQ told me. A good man. I joked that this is the second time that Warden Deana had forgotten about me and let me down! Said with a stern look on my face. Then I broke into a smile and added; Fortunately, the 250 other times she has helped me was okay! That broke the ice with him straight away. Did the survey and he asked about my wooden Jamaica plaque on top of the heater. I told him it was from a mate years ago who I worked with, he bought it for me on his way back from a holiday back in Kingston. He pointed out where his Mam and Dad are now and used to live. But he didn’t have time for a proper chinwag. Bade him farewell and got ready to go to the meeting.
I walked up to the cabin in the drizzle.
All hectic with the builders and lorries delivering stuff to them.
I pressed on and got to the hut, to find it jam-packed with residents, Fire Brigade Officers and NCH staff.
So many voices all going on at the same time, I got myself in a pickle trying to hear and understand what folks were saying. Jenny asked if I wanted a drink, thanked her and declined. I linked up with a group of people that Cindy was with, one lady offered me her seat, bless her. Later we all went over to Winchester Court to look at an empty flat that had got the Sprinkler system already installed, on the third floor.
But it was hopeless with so many voices again rattling away. I explained to Cindy that I was leaving and going back to the flat, and why. The hearing aids do not work in these conditions, and if I took them out, things would not be any better. Hopefully, she will explain to the others for me.
I departed, no one missed me. When I got in the foyer, the two Wardens were talking to people, and I did want to butt in, so I walked passed them. I don’t think they noticed me. They must be mega-busy with all the task on at the moment.
I felt a little despondent.
The noise from the builders above me inside somewhere was driving me potty, but it is necessary. The drilling din from outside was not as bad now, they were working on the floor below.
I got the oven warming up and prepared the Cumberland Pie. Added some of the Red Leicester red cheese on top of the pie and sliced some mini tomatoes onto it as well. I might add the last two potato cakes to have with it.
Got the computer on to update this diary again. Did this, then turned off the computer and got the pie with trimmings into the oven.
Checked the TV programmes. I don’t know why, for as sure as MPs fiddle their expenses, I’ll only fall asleep, and have little if any chance of staying wake up to 19100hrs to watch the Hustle episodes. This and the feeling that I am an odd one out with the hearing problems, and having to leave the others and miss the help day, depressed me an iota. Well, a fair bit, really.
Cause of the weight problem, I had less on the plate tonight. Cumberland pie, cheese and tomatoes added, two potato cakes and some sliced red onion, I did have two slices of bread with it.
Tasty! I tried to eat it slowly, to masticate correctly and feel full fed.
Got the TV on. Farcical! Fell asleep shortly afterwards.
Kept waking-up, during which during one, I saw the red light on the landline phone flashing. Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner, thinking it might be the surgery with the next appointment for the blood test. It was Brother-in-law Pete. For some reason, I had not sent a link to the Inchcock Today to either him or Jane and he was concerned if I was alright. Kind, that.
Washed the pots, then. Head down once more, and had horrendous dreams, of which I can recall no details. Tsk!
As I poddled along Chestnut Walk, I met with Obergruppenfurhress Warden Deans as she was arriving for work. Exchanged good mornings and I explained to her about the Fire Procedure meeting with Angela. Deana said not to worry, she would sort it out for me. I don’t know how these Obergruppenfurheresses manage.
Up to the top of the hill and down into Carrington.
But I reckon, judging by the squeal of brakes and papping of horns, that the white van man came close as he pulled out through standing traffic.
I got to the surgery with plenty of time to spare. Registered with the receptionists and got seated and doing the crossword book for about ten minutes or so, before the nurse called me in; and guess what… It was Nurse Nichole on duty!
The traffic had cleared after the rush hour, and I took my time ambling along Mansfield Road. I called into the Boots Chemist to get some more Germoloid cream, as the one I got from Arnold was getting low. This one cost much more than the other one but was twice the size. I met the Geordie-lass from the flats in the shop.
a natter and laugh. I was going to walk back up Winchester Street, because my timing was well out, and the next L9 was not due for 50 minutes yet.
So I did that. Only had ten minutes to wait for it once I’d got to the bus shelter. No signs of any other tenants in the vicinity, surprisingly enough.
When I approached my Woodthorpe Court block of flats, I could see that the hoist was on my floor, the twelfth, with some busy looking workers grafting away.
When I got in, I felt all lost and confused for a moment or two.
The moussaka had a lot of aubergines in it, and I do love them, but they are on the restricted foods list because they are so high in Vitamin K. (I think that is the reason the cardiac team put this on the list). Bt with the Warfarin INR level going down sharply, I guess I should get away with my indulging myself this once. (I hope). The ready-made meal was warming plentiful and tasty. The potato cakes were excellent. The rest, average.
Got the kettle on the boil, took a photograph out of the window; It had been raining again in the night! Fancy that. Hehe!
Made a brew, then took the morning medications. No creams potions or lotions used yet, they will be tended to during my ablution session later. 
The fungal lesion bled, Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled, I even managed to cut myself shaving, and it bled! Hehe! Still, no raining at the moment.
Got the black bags to the waste-chute, and off out to the Social and Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Temporary Hut. Taking this picture of the centre build en route along Chestnut Walk.
Got to the checkout and was delayed as a lady in front of the queue was buying for more than one person, bless her cotton socks. 
Sadly noticing even more retailers had gone out of business leaving the sad sight of abandoned shops. 
Then I had the job of catching up to get to the request stop in time. 
As the bus went through to Mansfield Road, in Daybrook, the weather suddenly went all dark and threatening. But this lasted only a minute or so. I took a photo through the bus window of this, and moments later the sunshine was out, and all the dark clouds seemed to disappear, and the bright blue skies returned?
I got the fodder served up. 
taking place was so loud now.
down in view.
Telling us when the fitting/installation will start and what this will involve. Testing a
Then, of course, I remembered the signs up in the lift.
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.
Back to do the Health Checks in the kitchen.
I had to pop into the wet room to check on the sudden sodding wet warm feeling in the Protection Pants. What I found and had to tend to, was too infandous and sensitive to describe here. Suffice to say, I had a lot of medicating and cleaning up to do.
The view from the window was looking a lot foggier than it was earlier.
Faced down to see and photograph the cars parked up outside on Chestnut Way, and felt a few drops of rain in the mist.
Lamb Moussaka a try.
The weather had changed again, and the mist lingered.
Then I got next weeks medication pots, all filled to use later.
The fog and misty had eased off, but, as I found out when I opened the kitchen window to take this picture; Very light thin rain was falling.
Wrapped me up well, and down and out to the green bin to deposit the bottle.
I walked over Chestnut Walk and up the gravel footpath up the hill and crossed over to the bottom field towards my beloved Tree Copse.
My heart warmed as I approached the thicket.
I swear I could smell some sort of Bdellium emitting from the mini-wood, along with the dog-poo.
I turned and picked my way back down, trying to avoid the dodgier parts of mud.
The drizzling started once again, just as I was taking this snap of the front of the apartments.
As I got in the foyer, there was good and bad news waiting. I noticed someone had left some books to give away. I selected the Ronnie Barker book and put it in my bag, this will go in the Porcelain Throne room soon.
The ulcer had calmed down very quickly. A good thing, but this did confuse me a bit, as this had never happened before.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Extremely messy evacuation, Harolds Haemorrhoids had been bleeding a lot, left me with a sanguineous situation to sort out. And poor old Little Inchy’s Fungal Lesion needed a lot of attention and cleaning up as well.
Made the tastiest brew of the Olde English Breakfast Tea.
off.
Took this photograph (above left), from the kitchen window, of the rainy scene below on Chestnut Walk.
Had a wee-wee, then made another small mug of tea. The Assam blend this time.
Back to the kitchen to replace the tea that had gone cold.
Potato cakes with sliced tomatoes with onion salt.
I got through three-quarters of the film I think, before I dropped off to sleep, missing the ending of the film entirely. Most aggravating and annoying!
Down the lift to the laundry room. Nipped out of the foyer doors to take this photographicalisation of the morning view. It was not cold at all out their. And in the laundry room, it was positively warm, and no machines were running either. Got the washer filled and back to the flat.
The electronic information board informed me that it was 02:58hrs, 5°c with Heavy Rain.
But had to nip back for another wee-wee. (Hello, the third leak of the morning. What’s going on here?)
I’m not sure how or why I did this, but I took two readings on the Sphygmomanometer. One after the other? Seem to be losing-it early today.
Inside 72 and had a wee-wee. (Oh dearie me!) Went to make a fresh brew. It was incredibly warm in there. Temperature reading at 60°f. IT has not been this warm in there for ages. Well, I fib there, don’t I? When I left the oven on for the whole of the other night, it was slightly warm. Tsk! Getting older with dignity is impossible! Haha!
I opened the drawer to choose one of the six or so toothbrushes we keep there for cleaning the filter out, and there was only the one? Enough to do the job I know. But what happened to the others?
Then back up and had a wee-wee.
view. For once, the colouring came out exactly like it looked.
It didn’t come out anything like the eye view. But it did remind me of the claims from the UFO 50s and 60s claimants.
I rechecked the Emails and found one from the Sherrington Park Medical Centre.
I went to book it on the calendar and found it clashed with the Dentist appointment! Humph!
When I got outside, I took this photo from below Woodthorpe Court.
But then, I did have the new extra warm coat on and my hat and gloves. 
Farewells offered, and I left to return to the flats.
Got the oven on, warming up ready for the ready-made Cumberland pie with its extra cheese, and the potato-cakes with their sliced tomatoes to be put in later.
Got the potato cakes and Cumberland pie from the oven, onto the tray and added a lemon mousse and a sliced apple.
The instant I opened the door, the heat hit me – no wonder it was 
so warm in the flat. I’d left the damned oven on all night! A right recumbentibus to my spirits!
I noticed that the Alert Box had a yellow light flashing on it.
So slow and jumpy on Facebook for some reason. I did manage to get a Birthday Graphic done and sent off. Have a great time, Shirley! ♥ Heck, I’m a day late! I was twenty days too early on one last week. I am definitely getting weed off with myself for making so many errors lately.
Out into the unwelcoming drizzly morning, and along to the road to the Obergruppenfurheresses Wardens Office, a shelter for bus catchers and temporary Social Hut.
built ones seems to be having another floor/storey built on to it yet?
I dropped off at the bottom of Winchester Street Hill along with Welsh William, a final insult thrown my way as we parted. 
passing the library and passing the closed down Police Station, and avoiding the deep puddles of rain that had started appearing in the area.
walkers or ankle-snappers were spotted either even and besides!
this week.
As I walked up the hill to the pelican lights to cross over to the L9 bus stop, it was sad seeing so many shops closed down.
The drizzle got worse after I’d dropped off of the bus back at the flats.
The tray looked so appealing after I’d laid it out.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh dearie me, I failed to make it there in time. The instant 
Did
The tea had gone cold, so I nipped into the kitchen to made another brew. Taking a Diarrhorea capsule and an additional pain-killer Codeine 30g. I nearly took an olive oil capsule but stopped myself.
The view outside looked nice this morning. No snow, no fog and no rain!
Cumberland Pies to the Morrison order, I did yesterday. 
As the bus turned left onto Mansfield Road, I took a snap of the rather fantastic-looking clouds to the right.
Out and over the road to the bus stop, again. Just like yesterday, well timed. The bus arrived a couple of minutes later. I was the only passenger on it, this felt very odd.
The sky was still looking clear and bright.
Got off the bus on Chestnut Walk. There were many other residents to get on as I did so. Proof that the pleasant weather is appreciated by us all, methinks.
There seemed a lot of workers about. Maybe they are making an effort to get catch-up with the work they have lost due to the fog, snow and ice?
Went to make a brew and put the bits purchased away.
The second was going to be a shot of the car park, but I zoomed in on an SUV parked below. Why? Because I could not make out what the luminous yellow item was near the back of the vehicle!
Got the victuals put away and pondered on what to have for nosh later.
I eventually got the health checks done, the medications were taken.
Also, it noted that temperatures may get down to bel
Fodder tended to. The meal was sepulchral tonight. 
Medicating and cleansing tended to, and off to make a brew.
The computer on and started to finish off the Monday diary.
Passed the new build along Chestnut walk and into the Winwood Centre Temporary Shed, waiting for the bus out of the cold or wet or wind, Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Office. Apart from Welsh William, who was looking fit and perky, and the beautiful Cindy, everyone else seemed to be suffering from geliophobia, they could not even raise much of a smile. Newcastle Annie arrived and cheered things up a bit, bless her.
I fair flew around, upsetting Hippy Hilda in the process. The dizzies had gone, but the shakes were still lingering by the time I got to the checkout.
I felt a lot better after a few minutes in the apartment and set about getting the nosh ready.